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Live footage of the cops at the Capitol

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See You - Pt. 2 (M)

The one where you accept Taehyung’s invitation.  

Pairing: Taehyung x reader 

Word count: 16K

Warnings: Explicit smut; fingering, fellatio and cunnilingus. Dirty talk, marking.  Rough, messy sex but also some very gentle, sweet sex too.  Very mild bondage.  

Part one 

Were it any other day, you might take offence at being looked down upon by the hotel hospitality.  This isn’t just any other day, though, and truthfully you can’t say you can even blame the impeccably dressed receptionist stood behind the welcome for eyeing you with such suspicion from the very moment that you enter.  You know as well as she does that this isn’t somewhere you seem you should belong.

The Ritz’ grandiose entrance hall is very different from any of the motels or b&b’s that you usually frequent.  You’re more familiar with slightly sticky carpets than the gleaming marble floor on which you tread to approach her, and the way you shrink under her gaze as you go stuttering out the pseudonym Taehyung had pressed into your palm earlier this afternoon must surely give away how out of your depth you feel.  If not, you’re sure the anxious chewing of your bottom lip and shuffling of your feet will.

You know it’s unlikely, but a part of you worries that the name he’s given you might somehow be wrong; that you’ll be laughed out of the place and lose the precious chance you’d been given to see him again.  Luckily, though, your paranoia is proven wrong. The receptionist’s glacial attitude thaws instantly on hearing it and suddenly she’s all courtesy and smiles, her pristinely white teeth shining under the chandelier lights as she divulges Taehyung’s floor and room number, directing you towards the lifts with a sweep of her manicured hand.  

To be honest, you’re having trouble even really believing you’re here.  

Ever since your secret rendezvous with Taehyung earlier this afternoon you feel like you’ve been living in some sort of daze, replaying each moment again and again inside your head.  The whole thing just sounds so unlikely that you might’ve actually started to doubt yourself were it not for the lingering ache between your legs to act as proof - though the hickey on your neck that he’d left behind had served as a nice reminder, too.  

It’d been a difficult task to try and conceal it whilst stood shoulder to shoulder with other girls in the arena’s crowded toilets, dabbing at it with your powdered foundation.  You’d gotten your fair share of dirty looks, and whilst usually their judgemental glares would’ve bothered you somehow the knowledge that Taehyung had been the one to put it there had helped to soften their sting.  The looks you’d have gotten should they have known probably would’ve been far more severe.

You hadn’t been able to take your eyes off of him during the concert.  He’d been as mesmerising as ever, managing to pull off both adorable and sexy even if the two were barely seconds apart.  You were transfixed by every bite of his bottom lip and every roll of his hips; bewitched by his voice and preoccupied with the memory of his hands all over your skin.

With how little attention you’d paid to the others Taehyung may as well have been on stage - Namjoon’s face emblazoned across your chest long forgotten -  and more than once you found yourself wishing that you’d paid extra to have a standing ticket for the second night, too.

Would he have seen you again if you’d been closer?  Would he have scanned the crowd in search of your face and smiled if your eyes had met?  

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Start reblogging the money blessings post…

If you haven’t already done it…. Go hit that reblog button. Do what you have to, just do that too.

Like seriously. Just find one and reblog it real quick. I post a couple yesterday and put into the universe that I actually wanted it

Only been at work for a couple and I get this at as a tip! (tips ain’t normal at ALL in here)

Come on now!!

Let it work for y’all too

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It takes Bucky some time to get used to things.. like Steve’s voice in his ear

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Spooning? More like let’s see how much “accidental” booty wiggling it takes to get him hard.

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Slice of Heaven (Kinktober Day 11)

Kinktober Schedule

Prompt: Aftercare

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 827 (sorry, I know it’s short)

Warnings: A surprising lack of smut

A/N: This one is short and fluffy, I needed a break from intense smut so forgive me for that. Hopefully you still enjoy. I don’t think gender is ever specified in this one. Tag list is always open.

Sleeping with Steve wasn’t something you ever got used to. He knew your body better than you did, you’d swear it. He never failed to coax you into the highest level of bliss.

Steve’s hands on your body, his lips on your skin; He was a little slice of heaven.

Steve hovered over you, his lips against your neck and his fingers digging bruises into your hips. You were exhausted, breathless, and achy even as Steve sent you hurtling towards your third orgasm of the night. His stamina was dizzying - literally.

You clung to him, a mess of gasps and whimpers as you came around him for what felt like the hundredth time. Exhaustion washed over your body. Steve stayed buried inside you, holding you close and pressing sweet kisses to your cheeks.

“Did so well for me, baby.” He praised. He propped himself up on one arm, the other hand brushed your hair from where it stuck to your face. “Are you okay? Can I go get something or do you need me to stay?”

The gentle brush of his fingertips against your overheated skin, the pure caring adoration in his voice, his lips trailing your neck. It was was all a contrast to the way he’d manhandled tuor during the scene. He’d said cruel things, pushed your to your limit. But now he was making damn sure you knew he loved you, that he was there to take perfect care of you.

“Baby, are you with me?” He asked quietly. Your eyes slowly lifted to meet his and you gave him a tiny nod. He smiled and kissed your forehead. “Are you okay?”

There was a moment of hesitation before you nodded. Steve noted it, but you never lied to him, so he continued on.

“Do you hurt anywhere?” His fingers ghosted over your hip. You nodded again. “Where, baby?”

“My pussy is kinda sore,” You closed your eyes, battling the waves of sleepiness. “And my ass hurts from the spanking.”

Steve nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I have to get some stuff from the other room. Gotta take care of you, okay? Stay awake for me.” He slowly got up and pulled on a pair of boxers. You watched him pad into the connected bathroom.

You fought to stay awake, he’d asked you to after all. He came back a moment later, just as your eyes were fluttering shut. He sat at the edge of the bed and gently nudged you awake. You hummed in protest.

“Here, take these.” He gently pressed a couple of painkillers into your hand and opened a bottle of water for you. You propped yourself up and took the pills only to settle back into bed.

“Sleepy,” You mumbled. Steve chuckled affectionately and gently spread your legs open.

“Not yet, love. Gotta clean you up first. Just a little bit longer, can you do that for me?” He looked up at you and you for him. You winced when the cloth he held swept over your abused hole. He shushed you gently, wiping up the mess the two of you had made. “Roll over onto your tummy for me please.”

He sat back to let you roll your aching body over while he discarded the cloth in the hamper. He smiled to himself once you’d settled. He had the best baby, always so obedient for him. He ran his hand down your back, a silent reminder that he had you, that you were okay.

He picked up a tube of cream, popping the cap and squeezing some into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, warming the cream up before soothing his hands over the raw skin of your backside. You squirmed at the discomfort, and Steve paused.

“Hey, it’s okay. This is gonna help make it feel better.” He promised, returning to his work and massaging the cream into your skin. Once he was down, he stood up and passed you the water again. You shook your head, instead choosing to bury your face in your arms.

“Drink. Finish it up and we can go to sleep, okay?” Steve cupped your cheek and let his thumb brush over your cheekbone. You smiled and gave in, propping yourself up and finishing the water in the bottle. Steve leaned down to kiss your head.

You were half asleep as he cuddled up behind you. His arms pulled you protectively to his chest.

“I love you, you know.” He mumbled against your shoulder. You nodded groggily. Of course you knew, there was no way Steve would ever let you forget.

You’d slipped into a sound sleep, but Steve didn’t move. He continued murmuring praise to you until he fell asleep, just happy to have his precious baby in his arms. He liked the sex, anyone would be crazy not to, but this? This was his favorite part. You were his favorite part. His little slice of heaven.

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He knows.

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hiiii could you write some drunk!andy x reader fluff? him being handsy and sassy but in a cute way?

absolutely 😋💚

word count: ~500

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His intoxicated self believes he’s being quiet when he walks in after being out with some coworkers, but his stumbling and the loud “shhh” sounds he’s, presumably, directing at himself, wake you up.

You figure he’ll collapse in bed and go right to sleep though, so you don’t bother getting up.

When he gets to the bedroom, you hear him let out a soft “aw” and shuffle toward the bed. Sitting on the edge by you, he strokes his hand over your hair as if he’s petting you. “So pretty,” he whispers, and although you’re trying to keep your eyes closed, you can't help but break out into a smile.

“Nooo,” he’s whispering still even though he knows you’re awake now. “I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep,” he urges, putting his hand over your eyes.

You’re full on laughing now. “Andy, sweetie,” you giggle, prying his hand away from your face. “It’s okay. Did you have fun tonight?”

“No, no fun at all,” he says while contradictingly nodding his head. “Would have rather spent the night with you.”

“Whatever,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes.

Pushing yourself up so you’re sitting next to him, he’s quick to pull you over so you’re straddling his legs. “You’re so pretty,” he says again, tracing his fingers lightly down the side of your face.

“You already said that, ba-”

He cuts you off, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His hands cradle your back for a moment before clumsily falling to your hips and not-so-smoothly starting to sneak under your shirt.

Before he gets carried away, you reluctantly break away from him, carefully getting off of him and standing in front of him. “Sorry to be the fun police, but come with me, buddy,” you instruct, holding your hands out for him.

“Gonna at least read me my Miranda Rights first?” he slurs, reaching for your hands.

“My god, you nerd,” you groan, leading him to the bathroom so you can help him change and get a drink of water. “Anything you say can, and will be, used against you, that’s for sure.”

“Yes ma’am,” he answers, pretending to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key.  

While he strips his clothes off, you fill a glass of water for him, stealing glances of him through the mirror every few seconds, having to stifle your laughter watching him teeter a little.

Getting back in bed, he pulls you close, nestling his face in your neck. “I love you,” he mumbles. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I think you'd be just fine,” you laugh, reaching to calmingly run your fingers through his hair. “But I love you, too, Andy.”

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oh get this ... scott lang freakin out over steve and saying stuff like oh cap biggest fan you look good i can doeverything you tell me to do and the brat is like Word. 👀 and tries to triump scott's compliments whilst steve gets all blushy

“Lookin’ good, Cap,” Scott says, grinning widely as the man himself walks into the briefing room. Steve looks up as he takes a seat beside you, almost taken aback, before he realises who spoke and simply smiles.

“Thanks, Scott.”

You watch the exchange with mild interest – Scott’s a fanboy to the highest degree, you’re used to him complimenting Steve to hell and back, but you can’t help the amused streak that’s lit up by the interaction.

“Have you been working out more, Stevie?” You say, leaning your chin on the palm of your head and grinning lazily.

“Looks like it,” Scott inputs, nodding.

“It does, doesn’t it?”

That’s too much attention for Steve, whose face is about the shade of a tomato. He’s just glad that the rest of the team haven’t arrived yet. “Guys…”

“Oh, come on,” you tease. “You walk in wearing a button up and slacks and you expect us to not compliment you? You’re crazy, Steve.”

“Blue is your colour,” Scott agrees. “Very patriotic. Very leader-y. I feel like I’d do anything you ask of me right now!”

“Oh, mood.” But you definitely mean it in a different way, if your bitten lip and tilted head are anything to go on. Steve’s about to open his mouth and very kindly ask you to stop please because you have to sit through this for an hour and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to think straight–

Tony comes parading in before he can, and Steve has to settle with leveling you with a strong, stern look that only riles you up more. 

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The Intern - 1

Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: Being Andy’s intern meant you got to spend more time by his side more than anyone. This was fine, however, until feelings got in the way and made things complicated

Warnings: Age gap, technically cheating, swearing and stuff

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N Spoilers as it progresses! I’ve not read the book and only saw the first two episodes so if you haven’t seen episodes 1 and 2, what are you waiting for go watch them! I’m putting the reader around 26 and Andy around 40.

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5

 02:37 am

You sighed at the clock, slightly feeling cheated that only 9 minutes had passed since you last checked it, when it felt like it should have been hours. Sipping at the now cold coffee you bought from the vending machine down the hall, you leaned back in your chair. You had been staring at the mountain of paper scattered around your desk for hours now, yet it didn’t seem like you were able to make a dent into it. It sat there, almost mocking you; you scowled at it.

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Teacher: Okay Peter, What historical or passed down item did you bring for us today?

Peter: What I brought has been through WWII. They are very ancient, old. They change our history and I’m glad to bring them to represent today’s presentation. Be careful though, it is fragile and most likely to break.

Steve & Bucky sitting in a chair in the front of the class, staring at him confusingly:...

Peter: They are also very delicate that you can’t put them near ice or anything cold.

Bucky: you know what Parker—

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steve: we can’t go in there! it says ‘18+’ and there’s only two of us, buck.

bucky: you’re so stupid, steve.

bucky: we’ll just invite more people.

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So for years black girls have had to read fanfics where y/n was automatically described as being paled skinned with long flowing hair and blue eyes. We couldn’t relate to it exactly, it excluded us, it ignored us. But we read it cause it was all that was out there. Now when we start writing fanfics for other black girls to feel included and represented, now you all are saying that you ‘‘can’t relate to it” therefore don’t support black writers when we were supporting your work all those years even though you were acting like we don’t exist within these fandoms. 

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you haven’t met all the people that’ll love you yet

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Loki’s Dirty Whispers #78

“Do you have any idea how much I crave this? Crave you? The taste of you? The feel of you?”

Original quote here.