#Essy Answers

[messedupessy]

-b☆

[bigtreefest]

🧚🏻‍♀️���Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + “Er is it supposed to make that noise?” 🤣

Not Fast, Possibly Furious

Pairing: Boyfriend! Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: All you want to do is treat your boyfriend to a nice trip, but things aren’t going your way. Ransom thinks he knows just what to do to clear your mind.

Word count: 1,564

Content/warnings: MINORS DNI - 18+ ONLY, smut, swears, kissing, a little bit of an argument and frustrated behavior, probably poor handling of emotions but let’s be real a lot of us would do the same thing, brief depictions of unprotected p in v sex, semi-public car sex, surprisingly soft Ranny, independent reader, me not knowing anything about cars

A/N: It’s been a long time coming! Thank you so much for this prompt, Siri! Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist

At least the weather was nice. That’s what you had to keep reminding yourself, and Ransom, from where you were pulled off on the side of the road, scrambling under the hood of your old SUV.

After several attempts of pleading with your puppy dog eyes, you had finally convinced your boyfriend to let you surprise him with a weekend getaway to a place unknown. And boy, was that quite the difficult feat. Especially since he kept pushing back, saying he’d drive, even though you knew that was his sly attempt to figure out the destination. Ransom could never stand being left out of the loop, even when it was for something planned specifically with his pleasure in mind. The way he was going about it now was fun and playful at first, but then the smoke billowing from the engine of your car quickly put an end to that mood.

As you pulled over, you expected to see Ransom’s annoyed, told-you-so face, but instead, his brows were knitted together, mostly with concern. Before he could even open his mouth to suggest a solution, you were already out of the vehicle and investigating the issue.

At this point you’d lost track of how long you’d been working and finally believed you figured out what was wrong. At least you hoped so. A couple more failed attempts and you were about ready to have a conniption.

You peered out from behind the hood and looked at Ransom where he now sat in the driver’s seat.

“Okay, give it a go.”

As Ransom turned the key in the ignition, your hands flew to your hears. Loud chugs and sputtering were followed by a high-pitched screech of something, and then nothing. The engine reached a halt with a hiss.

In frustration, you groaned and looked up at the sky and then over at your boyfriend whose emotions were evidently feeding off of yours. Even through all of this, though, Ransom was trying so hard to make sure he kept his sass in check as to not offend you. He really appreciated the gesture of what you were trying to do this weekend and didn’t want to appear ungrateful or as if he didn’t believe in your capabilities, but before he could even think, the words just slipped out.

“Er, is it supposed to make that noise?”

What a mistake. All he heard was a clank of metal as you threw down a socket wrench onto the asphalt and stomped toward the grassy treeline just off the side of the road. When he got out of the driver’s seat and came around the hood to look at you, your hands were on your head, eyes squeezed shut in frustration, with the faintest glimmer, from what he could only assume were tears, running down your cheeks. Your wet lashes fluttered open and Ransom swore that look could kill.

“Of course it’s fucking not, Hugh!”

The last thing on Ransom’s mind right now was the mud underneath his loafers as he rushed towards you in an attempt to placate and plead for a tow truck.

“Sweetheart, I… didn’t mean it like that. I just mean that we’ve been at this for the better part of an hour and I don’t see your car going anywhere. Physically or repair-wise.”

His hands gently held your arms.

“Let me call a tow truck. I went to school with a kid whose family owned a company. We’ll get a good deal if you insist on paying for it.”

You scowled at him and swatted his hands away.

“I’m independent, Drysdale, not stupid. And I have insurance, anyway. But you touch that phone and you’re a dead man.”

You began storming back to the car.

“But if you just let me-“

Ransom attempted to reach for your hand but you shook it off, whipped around, and pointed a cautionary finger at him.

“Listen to me. This car, I paid for by myself. School, I got into by myself. And this trip, is something I planned on my own. So you saying for me to hand the problems, ones not unlike what I’ve faced my entire life, to somebody else, is not the way I operate. I never had that luxury and I don’t need it. You’re acting like I don’t have this under control and that you don’t believe in me. And that’s the last thing I need from my boyfriend when I’m doing my best.”

Ransom bit the inside of his lower lip and thought for a second, carefully choosing the right words to proceed. If you were anyone else, he would’ve thrown it right back just as hard. He knows you’ve worked for everything you have and he knows he had it easy his whole life. He had to go about this the right way.

“Sweetheart.”

His voice was low, genuine.

“I’m offering to make it easier on you. Not because I don’t believe in your capabilities, it’s just that I want to make sure a moment together for us isn’t wasted. Especially not with you cursing out an old engine when instead, we can be pressed close in bed. Okay?”

Before you could even protest, he had you wrapped up tight against him in his arms. He held you firmly, one hand bracing your head, the other rubbing up and down on your back. You could feel your shoulders relaxing just barely before he tilted your heads back and his eyes searched yours.

“So how about this: you get one more try to fix this, and if that doesn’t work, then I’ll call AAA, have them give us a tow back to my place, and we’ll figure out essentials and take the Beamer. Deal?”

You sighed in his hold, pressing your forehead against his for a second as you thought. When you tilted your head back up, Ransom took inventory of your face, the look of contemplation, still with a hint of frustration running through it. He pressed a warm, tender kiss to your lips that he realized was far too chaste for your liking when you chased his lips and whined as he pulled away.

A gentle thumb brushed your cheek while a smirk slowly took over his face. His eyes darkened, and he smiled with mischief that you knew all too well, but your brain was quickly growing fuzzy, dazed.

“Ah, is that what you need? A little something to work out this pent-up frustration?”

You panted lightly through parted lips and nodded, looking urgently into his eyes as you let out the breathiest affirmation to his question. He nodded in acknowledgment.

“I should’ve recognized it sooner. Get in the back seat.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails running up the back of his scalp until you reached the longer patch of the quiff on the top of Ransom’s head. You gripped firmly and yanked him upwards, met with him face-to-face after pulling him out from where the condensation was gathering against your neck.

His pupils were blown, lips parted in a groan that quickly grew into that smarmy smirk. His one hand continued its work between your bodies, the other bracing him against the seat to hold him above you. You could feel his thrusts growing sloppy, yet holding no less power. He was pushing himself to give you what you needed and it was paying off. He could tell by the way your knees squeezed his sides, making his smile grow even more. He could feel the way you gripped him tighter, your whole body pulling his into it.

“You close?”

All you could do was nod, words eluding you as you used your hold on him to shove his lips to yours in a fervent kiss. Like that display of affection was the final nudge, you tipped over the edge, orgasm ripping through your body with a wave of warmth, your body convulsing as Ransom pushed for a final few thrusts and came with you. The lip lock was broken with the groans of you both coming down from the high, but small pecks kept you close as you pet your fingers over the back of his hair.

You smiled up at Ransom, having almost forgotten your worries in the pleasure he was able to give you. But instead of being in a post orgasmic haze, it was like the storm of anger that had previously clouded your judgement had cleared and your gaze shot wide.

In concern, your boyfriend looked between your eyes, worry etching into his features as he brushed strands of sweaty hair out of your face.

“What? What is it, sweetheart?”

Snapped out of the moment of intimacy, you pushed his shoulders back, finding your shorts to shimmy them back on your body, still partially underneath your boyfriend’s.

Ransom sat there paralyzed on his knees, watching you pull yourself together just enough to go back outside the car, ignoring his inquisition. His bare ass was still in the breeze as you slipped your shoes on, trying not to lose the light bulb that went off in your head, and opened the car door.

You quickly turned back to him for a peck and paused for a second where he thought you might realize how quickly you just left him there, but all you said was, “It’s gotta be the spark plugs!”

Bonus a/n: heheheheh😈 we love a babe who likes to distract you to clear your mind. And when the rich brat gets a good head on his shoulders.

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @thiquefunlover63

[mikaikaika]

hey so like. the thought of trLukey's reaction lsPangi returning to the realm still covered in blood 👀

Essie... I have so many brain worms.... About trLukey seeing his beloved guard dog covered in blood. Anytime Pangi goes on any bloodthirsty arc (see : ball 2), Lukey is his number one supporter. Watching Pangi go feral fills Lukey with so much giddiness which we can clearly tell by the amount of fondness he told the ball 2 story to lstr Pangi post amnesia.

At first, Lukey's reaction would be panic. He freezes, thoughts going haywire - similar to when Pangi was hurting while testing the cure. But once he's assured, Pangi is okay - they fall back into their same rhythms.

Expect it's slightly different. When Pangi comes back he's a little more on edge, more alert, rougher around the lines. Pangi’s shoulders are tighter, how he flinches before relaxing when Lukey speaks, how his fingers twitch toward his axe at the smallest shift in the wind.

And Lukey never retreats, he engages. So he teases and he pulls at Pangi's string, not just because he loves toying with chaos but because it's also their familiarity. Because he wants to test the waters. And because he wants to see how far the new edge goes. Smiling at the threats he receives, giggling at the growls.

"That’s the fourth time you’ve reached for your axe when I walked in,” Lukey giggles settling in his chair. “At this point, just swing man. I'm starting to think you're weak"

But at the end of its always about meeting Pangi in the middle. Saying, I know you’re more dangerous now, and I’m not scared. I’m still playing this game, if you are. Because no matter how sharp Pangi gets, Lukey will always lean closer.

[ronearoundblindly]

omg not me freaking out that i am part of the group that gets bait gifs! FRIENDS!!!!!!! i'm fine. i'm chill. don't leave me!

This took me a minute to figure out what I wanted Sir Dorksalot to have done that was sketchy enough to have him make this face...

Watch The Fish, Jake Jensen x reader headcanon wholeass fic in bullet format because my god this got long

Warnings for mentions of masturbation and porn, accidental then totally intentional voyeurism, awkward and oblivious!Jake--so just Jake, yeah?--and smutty implications...

🥹 roommates to lovers 😊

you rent a pretty large house maybe even with one or two others at first, but they move out

jake has to use it as a crashpad sometimes because he'll be away for so long at a time, but he pays rent and the entire electrical & internet bill no matter what

you keep a fish tank in the living room

after jake comes back from months in hiding abroad away, he gets so excited to be home and spend time with his niece that he hosts an after-game pizza party for her soccer team

someone practices headbutting the ball inside and nearly topples the tank

jake catches the whole thing with his broad arm-span and a decent amount of strength just in time when it wobbles the whole table beneath it. his heart nearly stopped, and he's so grateful the glass didn't break. thank god you weren't home.

however, you insist on moving the fish to your room instead once he tells you.

jake's a little sad to see them go. he pouts so much you decide to take pity on him, buying a web cam to mount beside the tank so jake can watch them whenever he wants. he loves to do voices for each one, personalities, soap-opera-like dramatic storylines, the works

as an aside you ask him if the sound can be turned off on the camera. jake says yeah but he mostly means he can turn it to mute on his computer.

which he does, for the record, but he has to remember to do it each time he pulls up the feed of da fishies. honestly, half the time he's wearing headphones and the other half you aren't home while he puts the Marauders (because there's just one fat one) onto his third monitor for background.

so he forgets that the sound is on and a thing he might need to avoid

weeks later, maybe months, jake finally removes his headphones after a very long stint of coding, completely unaware of what time it is and that you are home in your room

at first, jake is dead convinced that some porn ad has popped up in a window behind his work, something he would go apeshit about and ransomware bomb the shit out of whoever wrote such slippery spam

the fish are peaceful as ever, blooping away whilst jake frantically closes program after program trying to find the hot chick moaning on his desktop...until it's all closed and the buzzing remains though his tower's fan stopped...then the squelching noise starts

jake is frozen in place, looking away from the fish like they're the damn problem, but he doesn't cut the feed

he...he shouldn't

he should turn it off or just mute it like he promised

and he tries

he tries really hard, gang

it's the cursor's fault that it hits the command to send the audio to his bluetooth headphones instead of mute

and he sets the headphones down on the keyboard, gnawing on his bottom lip and watching his closed bedroom door in anticipation of...getting caught, maybe? he's not sure

he watches the fish putter around like it's no big deal

which it isn't, right?

you're human. he's human. humans have urges. they touch themselves--they touch each other, too--and there's no harm in that. if anything...jake encourages it, or he would...if you knew that he knew about this

the noises are so faint from the itty bitty speakers two feet from his face, but he doesn't pick them up, still debating what to do

because there's a big difference between what jake should do in this situation and what he wants to do

he mutes audio and then cuts off the livestream

at least, that's what he did the first time it happened

he knows he's a perv. jake can't help it.

it becomes a game of sorts. it's like practice recon for learning a target's routine. not that jake needs practice at the job he already fucking has but that's how his brain justifies laying on his own bed in the glow of the fish tank feed with his headphones turned way up

he knows your bed is on the other side of your room from when he moved the fish tank in

he knows what your underwear look like from the laundry room downstairs

he knows what you smell like from the shared bathroom and the products lining your shelf

he now knows there's a bottle of toy cleaner in one of your sink drawers

and he shouldn't but he absolutely touches himself listening to you, fists himself when you're fucking a toy he imagines six-shapes-to-Sunday, teases himself when all you're doing is breathing softly from across the whole house and he's cold and covered in cum by the end

to be fair, jake hates himself because of all this, but he is now mildly addicted

he doesn't even exit out of the livestream anymore. it just stays up on his monitor like a screensaver, but he doesn't realize that once he takes his headphones out of range, the audio transfers to his speakers again

so jake goes on a mission for a few days, and at some point while you are cleaning up your room, playing music, you find two pairs of jake's socks in your load of clean laundry and go to toss them in his room...where the same music you're listening to way down the hall is playing...in sync...

you're horrified and then embarrassed and then quickly realized it might mean nothing

you have to test if it means something

jake returns from his mission on complete autopilot

just so damn tired

throws down his duffle on top of some socks he doesn't remember leaving out and just hits the shower for a long, long time

he hasn't talked to you yet

he hasn't even seen you except your car is home and your door is shut

he goes about his business

the volume on his speakers isn't high but he hears you speaking and assumes you're on the phone

he pays it no mind. he is glad to be home, glad you're fine since he's just been in a part of the world where most people are not safe.

in a weird sort of way, he feels he's earned the mundane sort of comfort that comes from "the same ol'" of this house

he's wiped out, so he crawls into bed with his headphones immediately, hair barely toweled dry, not bothering with boxers because...why make more laundry?

and then the worst thing happens

there's a man's voice coming through his headphones, and jake scowls in frustration and rage

did you go and get a fucking boyfriend? in a couple of days? or goddamnit is this some tinder shit in his home right now?

but it only gets worse

he can hardly contain himself, what with the gagging sounds and this dude telling you to take it like the whore you are, and JAKE WILL LITERALLY BURN THIS PLACE DOWN

now his ass is putting on clothes

now his ass is ready to riot

the sex gets more and more degrading; spanking noises and even choking, but not in a seemingly consensual way, which is when jake rips his headphones off, storms down the hall and barrels straight through your bedroom door

where...you...aren't

no one is. no you. no man.

just your laptop sitting on your desk near the fish tank, playing the money shot of a porn video he was just listening to

get the fuck out. get out. get out. his brain screams, and he bolts

he makes it three feet before stopping short

you're standing at the top of the stairs, a bowl of ice cream in hand, licking the spoon unbelievably slowly with your whole tongue

you're fucked. you're fucked. you're fucked. his brain adds helpfully.

"hey, jakey," you say with a smile. "whatcha doing?"

A/N: this cat is officially my reaction to pretty much everything because...well...it's very accurate.

[Main Masterlist; Jake Jensen Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

THERE'S A SEQUEL!

[essiemclaren]

NOOOO I HATE THAT MAN, IT NEEDS TO BE OSCAR

might jump 💔loll

inspired by anon 🫡 i love you 🫶

[brandycranby]

A Cornucopia for You!

From: @levans44

Ransom Drysdale; secret dating, hand kink, size kink; bookstore, academia; smut

You came here all the time, a small bookstore just off campus that held a few copies of books that the library didn’t. And, of course, some novels you’d purchase here and there for your own private reading collection. It was your haven, your safe space, a place where your heart beat slower despite the iced coffee you’d sip as you skimmed though pages at your usual table.

Except, something was distracting you out of the corner of your eye. The gold glint of a pinky ring attached to a big hand holding an old leather-bound book. Thick and surprisingly nimble fingers flipped the pages, although you knew that wasn’t a reading pace, and when you looked up, icy blue eyes weren’t even on the novel. They were on you.

Your cheeks instantly grew warm and your thighs pressed together on instinct as you pushed yourself out of your chair. Perhaps a walk through the aisles would be good to help you cool down, except your racing heartbeat had you moving swiftly. You looked behind you to make sure no one had followed just as you had reached the end of a shelf. As you turned the corner you were abruptly stopped by a wall.

Except…it was actually a chest. A broad, firm chest, covered in a sweater. The one you wore last week when you might’ve made him breakfast in his dorm while his roommates were out.

In a blink, your back was pressed up against the stacks, a warm hand brushing up the stocking on your thigh, reaching the bare skin under your skirt. You threw your head back, eyes threatening to flutter shut, but your logical brain was fighting to stay at the surface.

“Ransom. What are you doing here?” Your whisper was bordering on a little too loud.

He smirked so slyly, his eyebrow raising in tandem with a shrug. “Missed you, Princess. That a crime? Plus you look so cute when you wear your reading glasses.”

Your hand darted to his wrist as his finger began to trace over your slit in your cotton panties.

“No, but public indecency is. And I thought we couldn’t risk anyone seeing us together. Not yet at least.”

His presence was looming and you couldn’t deny that your stomach did a delightful swoop at the way he caged you in. The way you could tell his fiery blue eyes wanted you so badly. Which is why you didn’t contest as he pushed the gusset aside and slid a thick finger into your slick entrance as his head fell into your neck and he placed a gentle kiss to your collarbone.

“Right now, I don’t care if anybody sees. I just want you.”

i have so many questions!!!! why are we hiding 🥺 is he telling us the truth? maybe he never thought he'd go public and was fully intending on this being a secret one-sided thing and then he caught feelings??

"princess" is killing me, ugh ransom big hand signet ring EYE CONTACT??? i love him obsessed and confronting his feelings >:3

ty @bigtreefest, your cornucopias are bringing me so much joy!!! i hope u are having just as much fun writing and sharing them!!! and thank you @levans44 for the gift 🥺💕💕 mwah mwah you're all so dear to me

[ask-aeos-company]

Capital approached the two sisters, holding the Cleffa in their arms. In lieu of a wave, they nodded their head. "Hope you both are enjoying your time here. It is a lovely place, is it not?"

After a moment of thinking, they tilted their head to the side. "I must ask, though, as I am always curious with Eevees and their like... how did you both came to choose what to evolve into? If you chose at all, that is." Capital shrugged, as did the Cleffa after observing them for a minute. "With so many possibilities, one cannot help but wonder, no?"

Because my mom wanted me to become a Glaceon due to our family tradition. The female Eevee climbs a cold, harsh mountain, until she reaches an icy rock which allows her to evolve into Glaceon. No Ice Stone, because it's basically a cheating. Oh, Ess is not actually her real name. Her name is-

Both sisters walked away from Capital.

That thing with a Cleffa is a weirdo You shouldn'ta trust them.

Wait, what's happened?

They claim that they don't remember the place like this... I don't think I could trust 'em due to their smiles.

Ah... Alright, let's check Indigo. Anyways, where's he?

I 'unno, let's find out.

The sun will start to rise at any moment.

[ @askcapital ]

[essycogany]

Sup! There's this thing in the Sonic 3 soundtrack that keeps going around in my brain and it kind of based an entire theory on two references to Sonic CD.

Not only that, when you combine it with the last one that's in the post-credits, time travel comes up.

Along with Amy's appearance, I theorize that it's a foreshadowing that she could be on her own side mission throughout Sonic 3 (my personal guess being that she's from Little Planet and is fighting the Metal Army in the long run and maybe has involvement with the Timea Stones).

What’s up, girl! 💜

Oooh! That sounds interesting. As a singer and ginormous music lover in general, I’m so happy to know people are picking up these details. I'm hoping we’ll have Sonic CD music references (or at least the score could sound more Sonicy) Yes, they HAVE been getting better, but I hope they embrace how Sonic music sounds and at least have the background music SOUND Sonic like, you know? It would especially make me happy if Amy had her own theme like how Shadow does in Sonic 3.

Okay, back on topic! I'd love for them to explore her past. Maybe even show Sonic and Amy as best friends when they were younger. That’d be awesome. If not, then, any good backstory of getting to know her character would be cool. I HOPE she’s from Little Planet but maybe gets sucked into Earth and somehow finds a way to familiarize herself around others when she meets Team Sonic. I’d personally like for her to be instantly connected and overprotective. The moment she feels danger she could react so quick Sonic and the others would need to keep up.

Thank you so much for the ask!

[mercurial-chuckles]

A Cornucopia for You!

Ransom Drysdale; forced proximity, grumpy/sunshine, hand kink; academia, soulmate; soft!dark

Ransom was taunting you as he sat across from you on the floor of the elevator that the two of you had been trapped in for the better part of an hour, now. Of course you took him up on his offer of playing a final practice round of chess in the lounge of the hotel before going down to the ballroom for the tournament you two had to attend. It was a rarity that Ransom would’ve invited you to anything but the dates he continued to try and coax you to go on, so you figured there was no harm and agreed. Perhaps he was coming around and shaping up to be a good friend like you’d said you wanted, but the past hour or so threw that thought out of your mind.

A chess piece was being twiddled between his thick fingers, the white queen shifting back and forth by surprisingly nimble digits. Ones you wouldn’t take your eyes off of. You never could. And he knew that, causing your frustrations to grow even more, overlaying your normal sunshiny demeanor.

“I can see you staring at them. Again. Just give into it, Kitten.”

You rolled your eyes and huffed, reaching up to try and hit the elevator help button once again from the floor.

“No, Ransom. Nick is waiting for me downstairs. I feel terrible that he decided to surprise me this weekend and I’ve stood him up for this long without a text because there’s no signal. I’m not gonna break up with someone who’s so kind just for a date with you when I’ve watched you flirt with half the team.”

Ransom’s shoulders bounced with laughter and he stood on his knees and began creeping towards you. “So you’re with him because he’s nice? I can be nice.”

You couldn’t help the way you shuddered as he continued to inch in your direction, looming over your slouched form. In a soft breath, you uttered, “He could be the one.”

Ransom scoffed at that as he sat back on his haunches. “You’re really think that, huh? You say it, but I’m not sure you mean it. If you’re so positive Nicky is your soulmate, why haven’t you kissed him yet? Don’t you want to know?”

You crossed your arms and turned your head away to the side. “No. We’re waiting for the right moment. Getting to know each other without the soulmate pressure.”

Ransom shook his head. “No, I don’t think so, Kitten. If you really believed it was him, you’d have done it already so there wasn’t a chance you felt anything romantically for anyone else.”

You shook your head and sighed. Ransom moved closer again, right beside you, a hand turning your face towards him. His eyes were bright blue, searching with some emotion you couldn’t read. “If you really want to be with Nick, kiss me. Prove to me that we’ll never mean anything to each other.”

Ransom had worked you up enough, even though his voice was soft, pleading now. “If that’s what it’s really going to take to get you to stop, then fine.”

Unceremoniously, you leaned over and pressed your lips to his, Ransom’s hand tangling in your hair, keeping you there longer than you’d planned. Except, you didn’t pull away from the peck, you pushed in further, a new feeling of colorful, romantic love bursting outwards from where the two of you were joined. Everything else in the background faded to gray: your childhood boyfriend, celebrity crushes, any feelings of affection but friendship for Nick. The only apple of your eye was Ransom.

You pulled away quickly with a gasp when the elevator started moving again, the door quickly opening and revealing your worried boyfriend, a bundle of roses in his hand as he stood next to a firefighter. You sat there frozen on the elevator floor, for how long you didn’t know. Nick helped you up and greeted you with a hug. As you hooked your chin over his shoulder, a forced smile on your face, you watched Ransom strut into the ballroom. He placed his hand on the doorknob, turning back to look at you with a wink, one hand holding up the pieces of a black king and a white queen together for you to see.

@bigtreefest Sorry for taking so long to get to this! BUT OMG, Essie, can I kiss your head? ’Coz this was simply perfect!

You know, I hardly read many Ransom stories, but this man has been sifting through my thoughts.

Dear sweet mother of chess! You've unbound me with just a few words, TBH, and now I feel needy. God, this trope is so, so, so fucking tempting!

I love how smug and confident, yet soft and sure, he is!

Oh, oh, oh… I would not mind getting stuck in that elevator with him as company. (Are you listening, universe/fate/god? Make this happen! 🤭)

“If you really want to be with Nick, kiss me. Prove to me that we’ll never mean anything to each other.”

What a Poisoned Pawn move, Ran! Just demanding the kiss to prove him wrong. A champion move, indeed, sir!!!! That shit always works… 😏🥰🤭

AND...HAND KINK ACTIVATED!!!!! 🤯🥵🫣🙂‍↕️

Thank you for taking the time to write this, Essie! You're a genius, and I love love loved it...and I love you!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕

And the last line...gah!!!!!

He placed his hand on the doorknob, turning back to look at you with a wink, one hand holding up the pieces of a black king and a white queen together for you to see.

You're ingenious, my lovely Essie!!! 🫣🙂‍↕️🤌🏻👏🏻🫶🏻

[messedupessy]

Oh this be funny, thanks for the hate it sure has been awhile, get blocked ❤

[bigtreefest]

Fake fic title: Long Time Coming

GREM! I adore this, there are so many ideas running in my head. Hehe, let’s go with Stevie.

Based off this ask game

Long Time Coming

Steve Rogers x Reader (avengers AU)

Steve was a patient man. Well… at least he thought he was. Likely moreso when he was little. Literally. When there’s not much you can do on your own, everything besides action becomes waiting. So he was used to being patient, but not necessarily good at it. No longer practiced. Because now, in an era where everything happened in an instant, there was no point in sitting around.

He had already waited long enough. A hundred years of waiting for the right one. So close just to be taken away. So he filled his time with other things, using saving others as an excuse to not save himself.

In this new time, Steve also had to adjust to so much change. Constantly. New foods, new technology, new people. It was overwhelming and numbing all at once. Putting his head down and getting to work everyday was the only way to get through. And it was always the same. Rushed. Precise and safe as possible. Forget it and move on, quickly. Too much was going on to hang on to one thing.

And then suddenly, after a recon mission on the beach, it all slowed down. He wasn’t sure if it was the end catching up with him. Finally. After all these years. But he took in the beauty of the land for the first time since he was a teenager.

The waves crashed in slow motion on the shore, sun starting to dip below the horizon, painting the sky peachy orange. As he fought to keep his eyes open to take in the whole, blindingly bright sight, a silhouette rose from the water, giving his eyes reprieve he didn’t ask for. Tony emerged from somewhere on his right side, walking towards the figure, arms open for a hug. Steve’s ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton, he could hardly read the lips of his friend, welcoming a new member of the team: you.

[holylulusworld]

A Cornucopia for You!

From: @buck-star

Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale; Grumpy/sunshine, idiots in love; omegaverse; fluff

It was a long walk, but you and Ransom would rather brave the outdoors than dare to return to his family’s home where the fight was ongoing. The fight that resulted in his car getting a flat thanks to his twerp cousin, rendering it unable to be driven.

Ransom had had enough of hearing that you didn’t have the same status as his family, and ‘how dare he bring home an omega like you.’

You didn’t care about any of it, you knew your worth and that his family had a habit of doing whatever they could to be cutting with their words. It rolled off your back, but it was sweet to see the way Ransom, in his usual grumpy mood that clung after family visits, was trying to cheer you up.

Your hand was in his as you walked the old paved road. You could feel his thumb lightly stroking yours and he swung your hands between the two of you, your wildly moving arm causing a light giggle to spill from your lips. That cheered up Ransom, too, as he led you towards an old restaurant, not too far from the estate, where the two of you could get a warm meal, a couple of drinks, and somehow, a ride home or a tow for the Beemer.

As you cuddled up to Ransom in the booth, almost purring against your Beta in satisfaction, a new scent hit your nose, causing you to perk up. Ransom did the same, just as the bell to the front door jingled. In walked a tall man, his chestnut locks flowing with each long stride forward by the boots that sat under his worn jeans. He wore a flannel shirt, the top few buttons undone, giving a teasing peak of chest hair.

He was gorgeous, but that wasn’t what caught the attention of you and the man at your side. It was his scent. Fresh like the pines, with an underlying spiced musk. It was like home.

Ransom squeezed your hand as the stranger, an Alpha, went to go stand by the bar to order. After that’s when the man with hair like a lion’s mane turned around, taking the two of you in with his piercing blue gaze. He felt it, too.

OMG! I love this so much. Thank you @buck-star for requesting this gift from me, and thank you so much @bigtreefest for writing it.

Are we getting Ransom and Ari? Both? YES!!! YES!!! YES!!

[veltana]

A Cornucopia for You!!

Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes; fake dating, friends to lovers, idiots in love, hurt/comfort; bookstore, omegaverse, corporate; fluff

It was less than ideal, or perhaps more than you’d signed up for, but you’d agreed to something with your coworker Ari that you weren’t sure could end up in anything good. Ari was handsome, smart, and a dream alpha… if he weren’t totally into another omega that you worked with. But for some reason, he felt like he couldn’t get her attention. You and the other omega were friendly, so he made you an offer: pretend to date him to get her interested and he’d help you learn…to flirt. You refused to give any more information about that, lest he encourage you to make a move on who you were actually crushing on.

Outside of work was your haven, where you could be yourself, unconcerned with putting on the facade you needed to make it seem like you were happy with Ari. It’s not that time was unpleasant. In fact, you were really starting to enjoy his presence, but before your entire deal, you had your eye on something else.

The name tag of the bookstore attendant who had a habit of slipping you a cookie every time you made a purchase ‘because you’re looking like you’re stressed about the day ahead’ said “James.” Everyday he greeted you with a smile, and you thought that was normal, until a day where the store was extra crowded from the rain outside, so your snack had to be enjoyed near a stranger in your normal reading corner. You thought you had seen him around a few times before, but only in passing. He never sat, stayed.

“You know, I rarely see him that kind to customers.”

It caught you by surprise when the blonde spoke up, closing the front cover of his notebook from which you could see a pencil drawing which appeared to be James handing something to someone over his checkout counter. If you weren’t mistaken, it was you.

“W-who? James?”

The man, whose hulking form took up most of the leather chair he was lounging in smiled with a light chuckle.

“Yeah, Bucky. He just puts James on his name tag because he doesn’t like strangers calling him by his nickname.”

You nodded and hummed setting down your things and sitting in a chair next to him, separated only by a small side table.

“And I’m one of those strangers?”

He shrugged and shuffled to lean in towards you, holding out a hand.

“Not if you don’t want to be. I’m Steve, Bucky is my beta, and he’s been telling me stories about some sweet omega coming in here everyday after work. I had to see for myself. I hear you’re quite a charmer.”

You blushed under the compliment. Not only did Bucky talk about you to his partner, who was also a Greek god on Earth, but he seemed….interested?

“I don’t know about that, Steve. But I will say, your beta has been very kind to me. How would I go about not being much of a stranger anymore?”

Steve smiled at you and you felt warmth spread through your heart. “Let us take you out to dinner? Get to know us? Let us get to know you? I’m sure you had no idea you were signing up for a package deal, if you were even interested, but it’s all something we can talk about.”

Just as you were about to speak up and agree, you were distracted by the bell of the front door ringing. In walked Ari, drenched from the rain, his eyes landing on you.

“‘Mega, we need to talk.”

First of all, once again, I'm sorry I just clicked boxes like a mad woman when I applied for a cornucopia! 🫣

Second of all... Wow! Me and Ari fake-dating? Uhm- yes please?! Bucky as beta to alpha Steve has me 🫠🫠🫠 and that they want to take me out to dinner!

And a cliffhanger!!! Omg!!! I can't decide what I liked most 😍😍😍 Thank you a billion times for this!

[dreemurr-skelememer]

Get crabbed 🦀❤

[essiemclaren]

Plot twist: it's either not whiskeys mum or its oscar in the pic himself and he's drunk and out of his mind 🤭🤭🤭

i imagine him waking up and seeing the picture be like "oh shit thats me?" LMFAO 💀

this is him waking up

[brandycranby]

Chuc mung nam moi, brandy!!🧧🐍 in celebration, how do you think the occasion would go with each of the babes? Are some interested in learning the dress? The food? The festivals?

happy lunar new year duckie!!! 😘🧧🐍 hehe i love thoughts about involving babes in cultural celebrations so i love love love this ask.

i only know about chinese lunar new year but i think we have some overlap with traditions 🤭

andy: as a good family man of a certain age, he's the most concerned with the red pocket money tradition 😒 wdym you stop receiving them as an adult? how much cash does he have to withdraw??? "honey we should have a couple more kids to make up the difference" heh he likes the family focus since he doesn't have much on his side

curtis: he's in love with how much food is prepped and laying around the house. stuff he's not that familiar with for certain but that doesn't negate the cozy squirrel-y feeling he has when he opens the fridge and there's logs on logs of radish cake and nian gao mm carbs 😌 he might know some korean new year's traditions if yona and nangoong have had him over before.

ransom: wearing scarlet is a little too much but he'll do it. for you. because he loves you (gag) and you're very interested in making sure your family likes him and they do bc he's a little darling in his nice red sweater. does end up a little overstimulated from the Loud and hides away with you heh

steve: oh he prep. he prep like it's doomsday and he like prep. doesn't know what to do so he listens to you and vacuums everything. if this is his first lny, like ever, then he's a little out of his depth but very intent on learning everything he can. the extra routine breaks up the humdrum if he's being honest. january/february is kind of depressing after the usual holidays so this is something he can look forward to

jake: bundling up for the festivities, the street booths, the grocery store give-aways and snack deals!!! how many packs of crackers can he fit in his cargo pants pockets? isn't he allergic to peanuts?? drop that crisp candy!!!! bad!!!! his niece can be trusted to walk alone but clearly he cant be 🤨 dw he'll still be well fed and ends up with some paper crafts and other trinkets 🥰