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the manuscript - taylor swift

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I hate it here is for all the girlies who grew up reading books as a precocious child and dreamt of worlds that exist only in a sophisticated imagination, for the girls who live in delusions

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“i hate it here” is peak escapism and hearing her talk about how she lives in a garden no one else has access to in her mind (unlike the rest of her life) for most of the year is sooooo. made up scenarios and imagining living in the 1800s… it’s giving the lakes except she’s alone and she can’t actually leave. so much of the album is about feeling stuck and this one is about feeling stuck in herself.

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cassandra - taylor swift

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walls {steve rogers}

summary: steve just wants to look after you - even if it means breaking down your insanely stubborn walls. 

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood + stitches 

- jazz

Steve Rogers was overprotective. 

Everyone knew it - you knew it, his team-mates knew it, his best friends knew it. Heck, the crazy old lady who lived across the hall from you knew it. Most of the time, it was pretty endearing; he’d refuse to let you walk alone in the dark and he’d make you text him when you were home safe. You knew that he was your ride-or-die, your partner-in-crime and your best friend all rolled into one. It was the sort of thing that people found their lives searching for but rarely found. Perhaps you’d been one of the lucky ones.

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Prompt: “Show me how deep you can take it.

Requested by: @buckys-plums ✨ Thank you for your request lovely! ✨

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 614

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, reverse cowgirl, mirror sex, vaginal sex, very mild asphyxiation, Steve’s monster cock. That’s a warning all in itself. 18+.

Steve liked to watch, loved to look at your reflection in the mirror as you squirmed around on his lap – pussy full of him to the hilt.

“Oh, look at you.” He whispered, lips pressed against the column of your throat as he held your back tight to his chest, your feet planted either side of his muscular thighs. “Can you take it all, Sweetheart?”

Steve’s cock was thick, your core never quite prepared for the stinging burn every time he fucked you. You leant forwards just a little, spine arched to give him a perfect view of your pussy clinging to him, taking him in bit by bit.

“So big, Steve.”

His hand flat against your back, running delicate strokes across your flesh, he remained still beneath you; letting you go at your own pace, inviting him in more and more with every gentle roll of your hips.

Steve pulled you back against him, your head lulling back against his collarbone, panting at the sharp sting as you sank down past the thickest part of his girth.

Monstrous was the only way to describe it.

“C’mon Sweetheart.” He cooed, chin resting on your shoulder as he reached round to spread your pussy lips with his fingers, making sure he had the perfect view of you swallowing up his length. “Show me how deep you can take it.”

“Can’t. Too big. I can’t.” You whined, blowing out a heavy breath when his fingers found your clit; rubbing gently at your slippery, sensitive flesh. You felt yourself flutter around him, relaxing and allowing you to take him all – your eyes rolling back in your head and your mouth falling open in disbelief at the sheer fullness you felt. “Oh fuck.”

“Language, Sweetheart.”

“Fuck you.” You cried, grinding yourself against him, his fingers trailing up over your stomach, leaving a glistening smear of your slick in their wake. Steve’s hand encased your throat, squeezing ever so gently. “Yes.”

“You like that? Like feeling owned by me?” He rasped, your eyes locking in the magnificent reflection in front of you. “Talk to me, Baby.”

His words punctuated with a sharp jut of his hips, the pressure of his cock pressing against your g-spot causing you to sob pathetically; his grip tightening around your neck, holding you firm in place, piercing up into you with methodically timed thrusts.

“Love it, Steve. Love being yours. Just yours.”

“I know, Sweetheart. Always gonna be mine.”

His feet on the floor, hand on your waist guiding your movements, he watched as you lost yourself in it. He loved you liked this. Fucked out, and wild for it. He watched as your breasts bounced softly with each drag of your pussy down his length, loved the sight of you panting and shaking on his lap.

“Steve – shit – can’t t-take it.” You shivered; your teeth chattering together at the vibrancy of pleasure humming in your gut.

“Oh, you can. Look at yourself, Baby. You’re taking it right now. Look.” He urged, releasing your throat, and gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger – forcing you to watch yourself. “See? So good for me, fucking perfect.”

“Language, Captain.” You hummed, reaching behind and curling your arm around his neck; simply mesmerized by the way your bodies joined together.

You fell back with a thud, his back connecting with the mattress and his hands kneading at your breasts, cock still buried deep inside you. You were boneless, and it was pointless to resist as he fucked himself into you; body bent to his will.

“Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t see straight, Sweetheart.”

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Werewolves leader, Bucky, and vampire king, Steve, keeping a fragile peace treaty by sharing a concubine.

Every decade a new concubine was appointed from neutral human clans, which provided humans with protection and riches. After ten years of servitude, a concubine was released from the contract and allowed to lead a life however she pleased.

Some fell in love with other vampires and werewolves and chose to mate with them. Some reunited with humans and started families. And some became influential patrons with the wealth they were compensated with.

Bucky and Steve always treated their concubines with respect and attention, many of those relations turned into friendships, but never had either of them wanted for them to stay.

That is until you are offered as their newest concubine.

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CHRIS EVANS People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive 2022

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“how is annabeth head of athena cabin” have you ever met an autistic 12 year old girl. she’s running that shit like the navy

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Bucky looks Godly in a shirt as simple as a Henley

How is he real?!

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watch this. this is literally what love is.

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Paramore was right. Hard times

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one of the hardest parts about being a demigod that isn't talked about enough is learning how to blend in with mortals. yeah, you look the part. but can you act the part? case in point in cotg when percy reveals he has to consciously swim slower when around mortals. but what about annabeth who has to physically retrain herself from engaging in a fist fight bc she knows she can clock them easily and can't afford to get expelled again. or grover who carries iron pills because he can't just chomp on a soda can during gym class. the implications of demigods actively downplaying their god given abilities so they can remain hidden is a concept worth exploring.