#priest!ransom drysdale

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I think Ransom would be a very good pastor. He is cunning enough to be one.

Unrelated. Corruption kink with prist!ransom who absolutely will have you on your knees. Will absolutely be obsessed with you looking up to him doe eyed. Has a thing of defiling you on the altar. Will have you cockwarm him while working.

I know I have seen some wonderfully devious Priest Ransom fics on here and damned if I can remember who wrote it now.

He absolutely would have you on your knees at the altar. Tuck you underneath it and while he is giving his sermon to his dedicated flock, you are his little lamb servicing him during that time. Afterward, he finishes fucking you, slipping his fingers through your cunt and slurping it off his fingers with a cruel smirk. "I would bless you Little Lamb of Mine, but there is nothing that can save you is there? You are a slut for your God."

You whine and nod your head even though you can't make sense of his words anymore, fucked stupid already. "Good thing I am your God then, if you do everything I say, maybe I can still save whats left of your soul. Now show me Little Lamb, how much you worship your God."

He would be manipulative, devious, and absolutely soul-destroying with you.

#amber answers #priest ransom drysdale #would own your ass and damn you for life

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By ☁︎☽ Cocoa ☁︎☽ @cocoamoonmalfoy @darksideofthecocoamoon

𖥔 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟕 | god of spring!timothee chalamet

Part seven of the crown him series

✶ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 | the beast

Imagine a twisted beauty and the beast. Reverse kidnapping: I’m in your house and I’m not leaving

𖥔 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 | bard!timothee chalamet

An unlikely trio on an impossible quest pick up a stray along the way

𖥔 ✶ 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐓 | soft!dark!king hal

Hal could sympathize with Hades, for after seeing the light of life, how could he not pin it close to his darkness

𖥔 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 | king hal

Hal finds that sitting for his portrait isn’t bad at all

𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 | prince hal

Disowned or not, the son of the king needed to be protected

By ★ Jen ★ @jen-with-a-pen

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | art student!frat brother!steve rogers

Steve can’t remember what happened last night, but his body sure does. Regret is the worst hangover of all - even more so when you can’t remember what you regret

✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 | bucky barnes

Being held captive and experimented on definitely wasn’t in your job description. After what seems like months in HYDRA captivity, rescue finally arrives - but what is rescue if not relief from suffering.

By 𖠰 Nat 𖠰 @the-iceni-bitch

𖥔 ✶ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐌 | kinktober masterlist

Prepare yourselves for a month filled with wicked and scandalous delights, with vicious and freakish lovers for whatever type of monster you may fancy

By ❈ Beanie ❈ @shadeysprings

𖥔 ✶ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓 | kinktober masterlist

Four stories with captivatingly dark themes

𖥔 ✶ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 | dark!pete brenner

You work hard to entice the biggest possible client for your company, but he has his own ideas for you to make you say yes

𖥔 ✶ 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐒 | dark!ransom drysdale

Ransom makes it known why breaking up with him is wrong.

𖥔 ✶ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘 | priest!lee boedecker

The new priest of your church asks you to sing for him.

𖥔 ✶ 𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐓 | serial killer!lee boedecker

With the serial killer targeting boys, you thought you were safe. Until you weren’t.

By ❥ Courtney ❥ @chasingmidnights

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | thirteen nights of halloween masterlist

13 Nights of Halloween and each night is going to be a different (what I'm calling) "campfire stories". Each story is going to be told by a different character ranging from Chris Evans characters to Sebastian Stan characters to Marvel Characters. Make sure to take a look at the Intro to meet the various characters! So, gather around the fire and try not to get too scared.

By ⚔︎ Suz ⚔︎ @targaryenvampireslayer

𖥔 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 | ghost!bucky barnes

Bucky was taken from you by HYDRA a year ago. You mourn him and miss him, until you start dreaming of him… until he starts coming back to you

By ✵ Selene ✵ @fluffyprettykitty

𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐊 | sugar daddy!sam wilson

Quick and dirty sugar daddy Sam Drabble.

By 𖤛 Roo 𖤛 @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

✶ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐉𝐀𝐇 | yelena belova

You find a stranger at your door, a visitor you can’t make leave

✶ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 | kraven the hunter

You catch the eye of a mysterious man who shares an unexpected secret with you

By ☆ Stella ☆ @a-lumos-in-the-nox

✶ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃

A group of friends decide to explore the haunted house on the shortcut back to campus. Ignoring the 'No Trespassing' signs. They ease drop in on a meeting between beings, mortals have never lived to tell tales about. And find out the consequences of ease dropping on the annual Hallows Eve meeting.

𖥔 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 | druig and makkari and female!oc

The kink alphabet for the threesome

𖥔 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖 | druig and female!oc

Reader is horny but won’t do anything about it because she is busy doing other things. But her husband who can read minds can hear her inner struggle and does something about it.

𖥔 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | druig and makkari and female!oc

Makkari has a surprise field trip for Juni and Druig. They don’t know where they are going. It is her turn to pick where they meet up this time.

By ☄︎ Ellie ☄︎ @mrsmischief209

𖥔 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 |

Introduction to Kinktober

𖥔 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 | billy russo

Inspired by the song ‘Slow Hand’ by the Pointer Sisters

✶𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 | softdark!frank castle

Inspired by the song ‘Breath’ by Breaking Benjamin

By ☪︎ Gina ☪︎ @slvttyfied

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | chef!ari levinson

Cause baby I can build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream

By ✯ Vic ✯ @sunflowersteves

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 - 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐉 | carmen berzatto

Carmen knew you were a bit inexperienced, so what better way than to show you how?

By ⚘ Akane ⚘ @haravath0t

𖥔 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 | college au!alhaitham

College AU headcanon

By ⎈ Navy ⎈ @navybrat817

𖥔 ✶𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 | various SS and CE characters

One shots and ficlets for the month of October

𖥔 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 | bucky barnes

You want Bucky in your mouth. Simple as that.

By ✍︎ Em ✍︎ @writing-for-marvel

𖥔 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 | mob!bucky barnes

Newlyweds Mob!Bucky and wife!reader explore Europe and each other during their honeymoon.

By ❀ Ali ❀ @flordeamatista

𖥔 ✶ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | various SS and CE characters

Kinktober inspired by tarot cards and their auras

𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 | lee boedecker

A tale of your wicked deeds.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐒𝐄𝐓

By 𐀔 Alex 𐀔 @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

𖥔 𝐁𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | masterlist

Spooky season stories heavily inspired by Hozier’s album, ‘Eat Your Young’

𖥔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | rockstar!sam/steve/bucky

When your friends invite you to a rock show and the drummer invites you back to his hotel room, you might get more than you bargained for yet…

By ✬ Astro ✬ @astrorogers

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑 | wanda maximoff

The Scarlet Witch has arrived which means her familiar must finally reunite with her.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 | wanda maxinoff

Wanda teaches kitten about Halloween

𖥔 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐊 | mistress!wanda maximoff

Mistress!Wanda x sub!kitten reader smut

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-> Steve Rogers

-> Andy Barber

-> Ransom Drysdale

-> Lloyd Hansen

-> Curtis Everett

-> Johnny Storm

-> Ari Levinson

-> Together Or Not At All

Life as a roommate can be tricky, especially when you are living with Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen and Nick Grant. You opted to be a therapist, but things didn’t turn out exactly as planned… (Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader) A collaboration with @jamneuromain

-> Bucky Barnes

-> Lance Tucker

Stucky

-> Steve x Bucky

Mermaid AUs

Different au’s below

-> my treasure Avengers as pirates

-> Drowning siren

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared.

CaptainAmerica!Steve Rogers x mermaid!reader

Boxer au

-> Broken bones and broken hearts [ collab with @jamneuromain ]

Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader

There was only one rule between best friends. Don’t have sex. But what happens when you break it anyway?

Highschool au

-> “Teach Me How To Be Good”

Student!Steve Rogers x tutor!reader

Tutor!reader helps Steve prepare for his math exams. He’s totally falling for her, but she doesn’t want him. She’s older, a college student. 25.

And he’s only a Highschool sweetheart turning 18.

Besides. He’s an inexperienced virgin.

And you? Oh you have a big secret he’s not ready to find out.

Stripper Au

-> It’s all about the…

Stripper Steve Rogers x Rich!reader

-> Better than boys

Boyfriends Dad Andy Barber x Reader

Demon Au

-> Highway to hell

Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

[ one shots collection with; Demon reader x Cousin!Jake, x Cop!Lloyd, x bartender!Ari, x uncle!Curtis, x Stepdad!Andy, x priest!Steve

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The Auction

A dystopian tale of the “New Americas,” where the divide between the wealthy and… everyone else is too great to cross. But with all the other viruses comes one that lies dormant in the genes, activating at birth and it is inevitably fatal. So now, perfect genetics are the most desired thing in a mate. Even if you have to buy one.

Important note: there are discussions of disabilities in this chapter viewed by the assholes in this dystopian tales as ‘adverse elements.’ Since my twin boys have autism, I know this is bullshit. Please keep in mind that any discussion of the differently-abled is only for the purpose of the story and their negative responses are pathetic and uneducated.

You’ll be seeing Rich Asshole Ransom Drysdale at the auction tonight, along with James Buchanan Barnes and Terrifying But So Good in a Suit Loki. All obscenely rich bastards. All looking for a wife.

Chapter One - This Can’t Be Happening

“This can’t be happening.”

The woman weeping softly to the right of Rowan might be a little older than she was, but it’s clear she had no frame of reference for what was about to happen to her.

“Stop, don’t mess up your makeup,” Rowan whispered, trying to wipe away the mascara streaming down the woman’s wet cheeks. “Look, it’ll be…”

It’ll be okay?

Was she really about to say something as stupid as that? The group of overly made-up captives - including Rowan, the crying woman clutching her hand, and the twelve other young women shivering in sheer dresses - were most definitely not going to be okay.

“Listen, you’re here now,” she squeezed the crying woman’s hand, trying to get her to look at her. “This is going to happen, so you have to take control of it, okay? You-”

“What is the problem here?”

The voice was sharp, no-nonsense, and sounded much like the priest at the shelter Rowan had left the instant she turned eighteen. But this man definitely took no vow of poverty. His suit was bespoke and perfectly tailored to hide the beginning of a paunch, silver hair expensively styled. “Number Eleven, you’re foolish enough to dismantle the stylist’s work for a tantrum? Who do you think wants to bid on a crying mess? Who would think you were worth millions of credits?” His sharp brown eyes went to Rowan. “And why are you encouraging this, Number Fourteen?”

“I’m not, Mr. Toussaint, I was just-” she tried to smile, to disarm the angry… What did they call him, she thought. Not a pimp, uh, a procurer?

He waved her off impatiently. “I don’t care. Amber!” he shouted over his shoulder, “Come touch up Number Eleven.” The man stepped back and looked over the group. “Listen to me carefully. I have done everything I can to improve your chances of a good match: your wardrobe, your manners, the expensive stylists... Your future is now your responsibility. You can receive a highly lucrative five-year contract with a wealthy partner who will spoil you. Or you can show yourself as weak, poor quality material, and then,” he paused ominously, “I cannot predict your future. The House of Toussaint is known as the finest auction house in the New Americas. I will not allow you to cheapen that reputation. Do you hear me?”

There was a chorus of mumbles and “yessirs,” but he wasn’t happy.

“Do you HEAR ME?”

“Yes, Sir!” Rowan said loudly, clearly, and while the others hurried to add to her answer, Toussaint stared at her, eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

“There’s a reason you are the last item up for auction tonight,” he said, “I intend to showcase your superb genetics. But that can change if you attempt to speak out again or involve yourself with the other girls.”

She gritted her teeth hard enough to crack a molar before taking a deep breath and offering her sweetest smile. “Absolutely, Sir. I understand completely.” She could picture Ben’s sweet smile as vividly as if he was standing in front of her. She could be sweet, too. She could be very, very sweet.

“Keep up that smile,” her pimp, procurer, whatever he wanted to be called, was standing behind her, looking at their reflection in the mirror. “The live feed to the reception room begins in ten minutes.”

The live feed. She shuddered. Her only moment of gratitude was that the humiliation of flouncing down the catwalk in that dress would be witnessed only by the men and women bidding for her and the others. At any other time, she would have liked this dress; not too much cleavage, with slim straps spread wide on her shoulders to show off her collarbones and neck, but dipping scandalously low in the back. It was beaded, silver, and a green so dark it almost looked black under the lights, with a long slit showing part of her right thigh. And so heavy. What did they make these beads out of, Rowan wondered, lead?

The stylist had pinned her hair up loosely, at some point, the auctioneer would tell her to take her hair out of its chignon and sweep it out to show off the length. Long hair, real long hair, not extensions, was rare, apparently.

As if any of that mattered.

Well, maybe it did. These women - and a couple of men she’d heard - who would be bid on like cattle tonight were all extremely attractive. Rowan sneered, carefully turning away so no one would catch her expression. Good genes weren’t enough for these rich bastards. Their bought and paid-for’s had to have good looks, too.

“Number One, you’re up!”

The girl was sweet, a classic Irish with pale skin, flaming red hair and a pretty spatter of freckles buried under a heavy layer of makeup. What was her name? Rowan tried to remember: they’d shared breakfast that morning, her oatmeal for Glenna’s fruit. Glenna! That’s right!

“Glenna, you got this!” Feeling stupid even as she did it, Rowan held up both thumbs, nodding and smiling. The redhead at least managed a watery grin and a thumbs-up before Amber hustled her out the door.

Walking back and forth, hands on her beaded hips, Rowan listened to the muffled sounds of the auctioneer, how he’d pause, waiting for laughter or some other response from the room stuffed with rich entitled assholes.

One of which is buying you and taking you home tonight, her spiteful inner voice reminded her.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

It was Mina, one of the few who had willingly signed up for the Bride Auction. Her warm brown eyes were wide, clearly trying to keep the tears from spilling. She had a wonderfully lush mouth, glowing skin the color of molten chocolate and a voluptuous figure, the kind of bombshell look that was wildly popular.

Rowan tried to smile, “I think it’s too late. Do you want the pep talk or to just cry a little?”

Mina’s full lower lip trembled. “P- p- p- pep talk.”

Oh, crap a stutter, Rowan groaned silently. It was nothing, nothing at all but with these choosy trust fund scum, the slightest sign of anything less than conventionally perfect could be dangerous. “Okay, I got you. Look. I’d tell you to picture everyone out there as naked, but I think that’s probably too gross to relax you.”

That helped, Mina giggled and hiccuped a bit.

“Who are you doing this for?” Rowan persisted.

“M- m- sister’s k- kids. She got in an accident last month, a hit and run. Just… coming home from work, carrying a bag of groceries. The car hit her hard enough that they found her soup cans a block away. They’re living with m- m- me but my roommates told me they have to leave or we all do. This is-” Mina’s hands were shaking and she clutched them into fists. “This is all I h- have,” gesturing bitterly at her face and body.

“Number Five!” Miss Lavigne said sharply, “Get in line. You’re nearly up.”

Mina turned to go and Rowan grabbed her arm. “Listen,” she said, leaning in close. “There is one unarguable truth in this entire shit show. These rich bastards, they think they have everything; the money, the power, they think they own us. But don’t you forget that there is something they don’t have: our perfect genetic profile. And they’re scared, scared enough to pay for it. They need you just as much as you need them. You strut down that catwalk like you own it. Like you own them. You make them bid so high their banker will have an aneurysm. You hear me?”

She’d been whispering to keep the malevolent Miss Lavigne from hearing her, but when Rowan let Mina go she realized there was a little circle of girls around them. “Don’t any of you forget it. They’re scared and they need you.” They scattered like they were mice when the kitchen light turned on, and Mr. Toussaint stepped in front of her, eyes narrowed with fury.

“It seems, Number Fourteen that you don’t want to see your brother ever again.”

Her hands darted behind her back so he couldn’t see them shake. “You should be thanking me.”

“What?” Now his ruddy skin flushed even darker.

“You want these girls to drain your clients out there of every last million they’re willing to spend and then several million more. Well, now they will.”

Mr. Toussaint’s sharp eyes canvassed the dressing room. The auction items were standing taller, checking their hair, or lipstick in the mirror, straightening the straps on their dress.

“Number Five! You’re on.”

Mina gave Rowan one last smile, and she nodded back.

He stared down at her for a moment longer. “Go have Amber look at your hair. It’s a mess." She was edging away when Toussaint leaned closer. “Your little speech was quite inspiring to these poor, deluded girls. But there are dozens just like you that have been sold through this house. These people fear nothing. And if they wish to carve you open and extract your DNA, no one will stop them. This auction that you so despise? It protects you. With marriage, with financial security that your new spouse cannot access. I do not expect humility from such as you, but be bright enough to pretend you do.”

Toussaint straightened his tie and left without another look at her.

Rowan was submitting to another re-pinning of her carelessly upswept chignon that took a good hour to create and practicing her smile in the mirror. Inviting, confident, a little demure, and uncertain… So many important people! She pretended to bat her eyelashes. It’s such an honor to be here!

It was fucking terrifying to be here. These were the names no one knew, the families so wealthy that they could crush notoriety. These people owned the New Americas.

Everything. Everyone.

Every law that passed, every new “Moral Mandate” was straight from their twisted brains.

“Number Fourteen! You’re on.”

And now, one of them would own her.

“Rowan Wallace is twenty-eight, stands 5”8 with black hair and pale green eyes,” the auctioneer’s voice is smooth and ingratiating and if Rowan wasn’t so busy trying to walk smoothly with a spotlight blinding her, she would have flipped him off.

“She is in superb health, with a full vaccination status, administered and verified by the Chronology Medical Group, which also performed a full genetic panel. You can see the numbers here on the monitor, and her specialized genome projection that…”

The room was dark beyond the brightly lit stage. Of course, Rowan thought, I don’t deserve to see who’s bidding on me. I’m just the shiny object.

“Her IQ has been tested, with a score of 145.”

Rowan slowed on her turn, letting the audience see the sway of her hips, a slight arch to her back as she turned her head to look over one shoulder. My IQ? When the hell did they test me for that? What else did they test me for?

“You’ll see,” the auctioneer continued, “on the 3D projection that Number Fourteen’s uterus and ovaries are in excellent health, and-”

That little revelation almost made Rowan trip on the edge of her dress, but she managed to make the stumble look like another half turn.

“Number Fourteen,” this time, the voice was Mr. Toussaint's. “Stand at the end of the catwalk, if you would.”

Yeah, so pleasant and oh, so posh when your rich assholes are in the room, she thought bitterly. Bitter, but not stupid enough to defy him, she sashayed back to the circular end, posing with her right leg turned and slightly bent at the knee, hand demurely behind her back.

“You rank at 495 out of 500 on the Genetic Reliability Outcome Consensus, Number Fourteen, quite superb.” There was actually a little round of applause at this and it took every ounce of self-control to keep from rolling her eyes.

Mr. Toussaint was looking at her, seemingly expecting some sort of response, so Rowan flashed him an insincere smile, eyes lowered. “That’s… good to hear, Sir.”

A little chuckle rippled through the bidders and she gave a sweet little shrug. Don’t think of these bastards, think of Ben. Don’t you forget why we’re all up here! Her feet were killing her, these high heels must be lined with razor wire or something because-

“However, adding in the adverse element score, you do drop fifty points, dear.” The son of a bitch bastard’s bleached white teeth glowed in the stage lighting. “Your brother was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder, and of course is part of the package, isn’t he?”

Of course, Rowan’s teeth gritted, another ignorant asshole considering her brother as an ‘adverse element?’ How dare he! Oh, it’s on fucker!

“Well, Mr. Toussaint, I am sure you know, as do all of these extremely well-educated and well-informed leaders in the New Americas, that autism is an indication of the evolution of the human brain. Many people on the Autism Spectrum have unique gifts and talents, along with high scores for intelligence and potential to overcome sensory challenges that might inhibit their abilities to contribute to their community.”

His stupid bleached teeth opened like he was about to interrupt. Oh, no, bitch, I am on a roll.

“My brother Ben is a gift. He is challenging and intelligent, courageous in a way that I’m not. He makes me a better person, he makes everyone around him want to be more than they are. Truthfully?” Rowan looked out into the darkened room again. “He is the best part of this package.”

There was silence for a moment, quiet enough to hear the low buzz of the 3D projector and the rattling of the bracelet on her wrist as she tried to clench her shaking hands together. She'd screwed up. She had so screwed this up.

The auctioneer gave a light chuckle, smoothly divesting Mr. Toussaint of the mic. “Lovely, and it seems passion and loyalty are other excellent traits of Number Fourteen. And now, dear, if you will remove your dress.”

Rowan’s heart stopped. What? This was NOT in their practice runs! She looked out again, licking her lips. He was kidding. This wasn’t humiliating enough? Oh, there’s no way-

“Number Fourteen? Now, if you please.”

Ben’s sweet smile. She could remember it so vividly when he handed her the lunch he’d packed for her when she’d left their apartment that morning before they took him away. When he’d told her, “This is going to be a perfect day!” When he’d smiled, and…

Standing straight, shoulders back and looking regally over the darkened crowd, Rowan raised her hands to the glittering straps holding the heavy gown up and pulled them down. The silver and green beads flashed in the light as the dress dropped to the floor.

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[abbatoirablaze]

Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 27

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: slight angst

“I now pronounce you man and wife!” the priest proclaimed, “you may kiss the bride!”

The guests stood, clapping and cheering for the couple as a song played.  Jess was the first one to break the kiss, her arms still wrapped around her husband’s neck. He smiled at her, his eyes lighting up.

“I love you so much!” he proclaimed boldly before pulling her back into another searing kiss.

“Every day I see you, I swear, you’ve never looked more beautiful…” Ransom purred to his wife as they swayed along to the music, “getting to watch how you are with our children…getting to see you every night when I come home from the publishing company or the school…I live for it.  I never want to have another day without you!  I want you and only you for the rest of our lives, Jess…”

Jess all but swooned in her husband’s arms, “Hugh…”

He only smiled in response.  He loved hearing his name coming from her lips, almost as much as he loved looking into her eyes and seeing the love that she had for him. 

“I love you, Jess.”

“I love you too, Hugh…”

“Do you mind if I cut in?”

Ransom looked away from his bride to his mother who was holding their youngest child, “the two of you?”

“If your blushing bride doesn’t mind, I’d love a dance with my son,” she tried gently, “and I’m sure your youngest would love some time with you right about now…she’s been asking for you all afternoon.”

“I don’t mind Linda,” Jess smiled softly, looking to her mother in law.  She looked at her one year old who was already making grabby hands at her and she put on a big grin, “oh my baby girl!  Did you have fun with nana Linda?  Did you?”

“Amma!” the baby giggled as she all but threw herself into her mother’s arms.

“Are Evan and Rose still dancing with Harlan?”

“I think that Evan and Rose made some new friends with my great grand baby!” Linda pointed out, referring to Maritza and her two step siblings.  Maritza was signing actively to the little boy, who Jess had been introduced to a few months ago, by the name of Michael, and his sister Ashley was giggling as she talked with Evan and Rose.

“Looks like it!” she smiled, leaning in to her husband to kiss him gently.  Ransom sighed against her lips, happy that his life felt complete once more as she broke the kiss and patted his chest, “you two enjoy your dance…I’ll go ask Harlan for a dance then.”

Ransom watched, almost bewitched, as his wife and youngest child walked away from the dance floor, before he looped his arms around his mother, “may I have this dance?”

“I’ve been waiting all evening!” Linda smiled, wrapping her arms around her son.  A new song started, and Linda watched as he kept his eyes trained on Jess.  She reached up and stroked her son’s cheek, “I’m so happy for you, Hugh…”

He broke eye contact, looking at his mom.  Tears welled up in his eyes and Linda frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he sniffled, shaking his head, “nothing is wrong!  It’s the opposite.  I just-this is just…this day is perfect…”

“Things work out for the best, sweetie…they always do.”

“For a second I was worried that they wouldn’t…” he admitted gently as he nodded along with his mother, “there was a while where I didn’t think I’d ever be here…that I wouldn’t be a good father to my children…that I’d end up like Richard.  That I’d end up without Jess in the end.  I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have her and the kids in my life!”

“You are not your father’s son…not in that respect, Hugh…” she sighed, stroking his cheek once more, “you’re a good man, Hugh Ransom Drysdale.”

“Thanks mom…”

“And you’ve got yourself a good wife…a good mother to your children,” she offered, “you and Jess were meant to be, Hugh.”

“I know that,” he agreed, “it’s just nice that it’s finally happening!”

The air of the party was a complicated one.  While the kids almost seemed blissfully unaware of what was going on, the adults seemed to be a little more solemn.  Monte was celebrating his first birthday at the Barnes’ home.

“You okay?” a stern voice asked.  Bucky gave a sad smile to Ari as his friend clapped him on the shoulder and joined him in watching the kids all playing in the back yard, “you know…we can watch the kids if you want to get some air…I know today is a tough day for you!”

“A-are you sure?”

“We can watch the kids, Buck…” Britt offered. 

“Okay…I-I won’t be long!”

“Take your time, Buck…” Ari sighed.  He nodded, and Ari pulled his friend into a hug, “we’ll be here when you get back, okay?”  

Bucky nodded once again, but not wanting to interrupt the party, he quietly slipped out and hopped onto his bike, making his way to the cemetery.  The journey was about twenty minutes, but it felt like an eternity as he pulled in and started towards the grave site.  He sniffled as he pulled up to the headstone. 

It had been a year since he was last there. 

“Hey…” he sighed, unsure of what else to say as he found his way beside the headstone and sat down.  A few tears slipped down his cheeks, “I-I’m sorry I haven’t been here in a while…things got…out of hand for a bit…and you know…when things get hectic, I kind of lose track of things anymore.  Raising everyone has been getting tough on me in my old age.”

He tried to laugh at his bad attempt at a joke, but it came out as a choked sob.  His heart ached as he wiped the tears away.

“I-I’m sorry.  I-I don’t know what else to do sometimes.  Uh-other things you should know…Cami got back together with Steve…” he admitted, not knowing where to start, “they’re planning a new wedding…and they’ve moved in together…they have the girls and Joey…finally acting like a father, so there’s that.  A-a-and Britt and Ari had another baby.  They named this one Samuel after one of Ari’s other friends from his undercover ops days…And Andy….he-he went away….for a lot of bad things…but he won’t ever hurt Ashley or Michael again.  Steve’s daughter Sasha has the kids….and a boyfriend named Curtis…who has a little girl named Maritza….her and Monte…they get along…I think she’s trying to teach him sign language…we-we see Curtis and Sasha a lot…”

A few more tears slipped down his cheeks, “I know that you probably wouldn’t want me here…not when I should be celebrating Monte…I mean…he’s one after all.  A birthday party for a one-year-old is an important milestone.  The-their whole lives are beginning…they-”

He couldn’t finish what he wanted to say.  The words struck too deep within himself that he couldn’t hold back the new line of tears that had flooded his vision.  It had become rivers slipping down his cheeks. 

He allowed himself to feel the emotions, the sadness that he’d been surrounded by the past few days leading up to the birthday party.  He allowed himself to feel everything he pushed to the background when he was with his children. 

But not here.  Not now. 

He could allow himself to truly grieve. 

To process everything.

But his head snapped up when he heard the gravel crunching beneath a set of tires.  As the car came into view around the corner, he tried to wipe away his own tears.  And when it stopped just shy of his bike he stared at the ground. 

He heard the soft footfalls, and the little happy gurgles before he saw her.

“James…”

He bit his bottom lip for a moment, in an attempt to get it to stop warbling, before looking up to his wife and baby boy.  His brows raised in surprise, “Wh-why did you bring Monte?  He-he, it’s his birthday party.  You didn’t need to come up here, Mel…I thought we agreed that we’d come up aft-”

She passed their baby boy to his father and sat beside him, “he wanted to be with you…honestly I think he saw you leave…started throwing a fit…and if I’m being a hundred percent honest, I missed you…and I didn’t think you should have to be up here alone while we celebrate Monte and Timothy.”

Bucky sighed, looking at his youngest son, before turning his attention back to Mel, “I-I’m sorry for coming here during his party and ruining the day.”

“James…you didn’t ruin anything,” she sighed as she took his free hand, “you wanted to visit Timothy’s grave…I get that…I do!  Trust me!”

“You visit him more than I do…I-I barely ever come here…”

“You came here for me though when I couldn’t.  When I was laid up and the doctor said that I couldn’t leave the hospital,” she reminded him, “I was laid up for two months after giving birth to Monte. But James, he always had one of us here for him.”

Bucky sighed, unable to stop his tears.  He reached out and stroked his wife’s face, seeing the tears in her own eyes, “we-we should probably introduce them to each other, shouldn’t we?”

“He is here,” she said softly, looking to him.  Bucky nodded, handing his son back off to his wife, “hey baby boy…”

“Monte…I-mommy and I want you to meet your big brother…you two…you share a mommy and daddy…and a birthday…” he said tearfully. 

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Happy August you beautiful souls ✨ another month, another rec list. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Stories marked with * are a series.

Ari Levinson ✨

Worthy of heaven by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Priest!Ari Levinson x Reader

Glimpse of you by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Beach Bar Owner!Ari Levison x curvy!Reader

Ransom Drysdale & Steve Rogers ✨

*Two bosses by @labella420

Mob!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Take the shot by @sexyprise

College!Roommate!Bucky x f!Reader

*Heaven (won't) help you by @musingsinmoonlight

Dark prince!Bucky Barnes x female princess reader

*Worst idea ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Wicked games by @summerofsnowflakes

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Avengers)

Mafia Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Six months by @metalbuckaroo

Mafia!Bucky x f!reader

You are my burning love on nights like these by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader

*For the best by @metalbuckaroo

Biker!Bucky x F!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Make me by @whiskeyncoke-redux

Sam Wilson x Reader

Rapture by @fluffyprettykitty

Sam Wilson x female reader

Destroyer!Chris ✨

*Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Destroyer!Chris x reader

Eddie Munson ✨

*Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

All the small things by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

*Cap meets camgirl by @world-of-aus

Pornstar!Steve x Camgirl!Reader

It's like that by @demonpoxballad

Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

You love when I fall apart by @bonky-n-steeb

bucky barnes x steve rogers x maid! reader

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

AFG Kink Bingo || Masterlist

Hi, and welcome to the Masterlist for my participation in the AFG Kink Bingo, hosted by @anyfandomaubingo! ❤️

On this Masterlist, you'll find all the prompts I've filled along the way. They combine angst, fluff, and smut. Each one-shot will have its appropriate warnings when necessary.

If you'd like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Main Masterlist! I hope you enjoy all the works I created during the AFG Kink Bingo! ❤️

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Card: @anyfandomkinkbingo || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

|| 🥀 ~ Angst || ❤️ ~ Fluff || 🔥 ~ Smut ||

Mile High Club || ❤️ 🔥 || Tony Stark Prompt || B1: Secret relationship You and Tony have been in a secret relationship for the past seven months, and you're being sent on the first mission for just the two of you since you've become an Avenger. Seeing how the two of you will have nothing but time during the long flight to the other side of the world, he wants nothing more than to make you a part of the Mile High Club.

B2: Priest kink

Caught in the moment || 🥀 ❤️ 🔥 || Young!Tony Stark Prompt || B3: "Just a little more." What was supposed to start as a relaxing morning for you and Tony has turned into your worst nightmare, making you unable to look your mother-in-law in the eyes for the foreseeable future. When she eventually pulls you aside to talk about what happened, you understand it's nothing to be worried about, and you can even look back at what happened with a smile on your face.

Popping your cherry || 🥀 ❤️ 🔥 || Ransom Drysdale Prompt || B4: Date gone wrong You're just coming home from the worst date, but it's good that your roommate, Ransom, is there to cheer you up. After a long talk with him, you confess you've only been looking for someone willing to take your virginity, and that's when Ransom steps in and is more than happy to help you do just that.

B5: Golden showers

Don't go baking my heart || 🥀 ❤️ 🔥 || Baker!Tony Stark Prompt || I1: Coworker!Reader You and Tony are working to prepare a large order in his bakery when a thunderstorm threatens to squash every chance you two have of finishing on time. When there's a power outage, you get a panic attack, and Tony's there to help you through it. In the heat of the moment, he can't keep his feelings to himself and blurts them out, leading to the perfect evening after all.

I2: Escort

I3: Wet dreams

That's My Girl || 🥀 ❤️ 🔥 || Young!Tony Stark Prompt || I4: Somnophilia You're ringing in the New Year with your entire family; it will be a night to never forget. When your Mom gets the surprise of her life, there won't be a single dry eye in the room. When the fireworks start to slow down, you and Tony can't help but think back to your first New Year's Eve together, and the memories made that evening.

The softest pillow || ❤️ 🔥 || Sebastian Stan (RPF) Prompt || I5: Holding hands You've been dating Sebastian for over five months, and he has invited you to spend the night at his house for the first time. He has planned a comfortable and romantic night for you both, and you've never had more fun staying at home than you did with him.

N1: BDSM contract

N2: Boarding school

Snowed in together || ❤️ 🔥 || Robert Downey Jr. (RPF) Prompt || N3: Free space You're enjoying a ski trip with your husband until you're snowed in at the log cabin you're staying in. It's a good thing you've gotten the perfect routine down for snowy days, and you enjoy every single second of the cuddles, kisses, and hot chocolate as you try to turn this day into an unforgettable one.

Apology accepted || 🥀 🔥 || Ari Levinson Prompt || N4: Squirting You and Ari have a big fight, and it doesn't go how Ari thinks when you storm out of the house. Spending time apart has always been difficult for the both of you since you've constantly been conjoined at the hip. The time apart gives you both time to think, and when you come back, Ari is more than ready to apologize the best way he knows how.

N5: Old flame

Dreaming Of You || ❤️ 🔥 || Robert Downey Jr. (RPF) Prompt || G1: Cupping Life with your husband, Robert, and your three-month-old son, Joseph, has been nothing short of a dream, and you are grateful you get to live this life with him. When you find out you're having another baby after almost a year and a half later, you get a surprise of a lifetime, and the love between you and your husband only grows stronger because of it.

G2: Gardening

G3: Orgy

The sound of silence || ❤️ 🔥 || Young!Tony Stark Prompt || G4: Drive-in movie Each year, the college you and Tony attend hosts a drive-in movie night for everyone in attendance to celebrate the end of another school year. The movie is a little more heated than you anticipated, and combined with your pregnancy hormones, you turn to your boyfriend to help you take off the edge.

Control || ❤️ 🔥 || Young!Tony Stark Prompt || G5: "Just hold me." Your boyfriend has asked you to take over the control in the bedroom, and you're more than happy to do it. You two go down an incredible path of exploring what he likes and loves and discovering what it's like to put your trust in someone else's hands. In the end, you both learn a lot about the other person and will happily do it all over again.

O1: "It ain't gonna suck itself."

Bare it all || ❤️ 🔥 || Tony Stark  Prompt || O2: Cream pie You're on an undercover mission with Tony, and you two have the entire night to yourselves. When you two end up in bed together, you're looking to spice things up a little, much to Tony's surprise. When he finds out your plan, he can't help but fall even more in love with you, and he's afraid to tell you exactly that.

O3: Couples costumes

Mine || ❤️ 🔥 || Tony Stark Prompt || O4: Sex under the influence You've been Tony's PA for many years, and you have both developed feelings for one another over time. When Tony sees you in a beautiful red dress he can't take his eyes off you, and feelings are confessed later that same night. When you spend your first time together it is filled with raw passion, but you wouldn't change it for the world as you're with him.

O5: Incest kink

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[sconnie-doesnt-know]

Keep Pure Their Hearts

Characters - Andy Barber x Reader, Priest!Andy Barber

Word Count - Approx 5800 (holy hell I am sorry, what is pwp?)

Warnings - Oh lots of corruption in a Catholic church, language, fingering, unprotected sex

A/N - this is my horrendously late fic for the “Perfect Hoeliday Treat” challenge by these lovelies: @navybrat817 @drabblewithfrannybarnes @stargazingfangirl18 I will include the prompt card at the end. Also, this is heavy on the Catholic references, but basically you just need to know a sacristy can be plain or pretty ornate and it’s kind of a dressing room/storage room for items for the mass. Much love to the aforementioned Carly for her help as well as @river-soul​ because they both made this happen. k, ilu, bye

The wheezing sound of the organ greets you before the heavy wooden door opens, blasting you with a warm breeze that smells like incense and old books. The same way the church has smelled since you were a child and you can remember scrunching your nose at it then, just the way you do now. You quickly srpinkle holy water over yourself in a rushed sign of the cross. Patricia nods at you from her perch at the organ, dutifully playing through pages of music as parishioners enter and shuffle into the pews, her face blank with concentration as she turns the sheet of music.

The coat rack is hidden down a side hall, and as you near, you hear a light giggle and shushing. You smirk and shake your head, shrugging off your coat as you approach, recognizing the frantic voices trying to hide.

“Kendra. Michael,” you greet them with a whisper, fighting a smile when you hear them curse. “The service starts soon, make sure you straighten up before you find your seats.”

They both groan from behind the hanging coats, but dutifully thank you as you walk away, heading further down the dark hall into the sacristy, knocking before you enter.

“Come in.”

Opening the door you catch a glance of Andy’s backside, all in black before slipping his robe overhead. Internally you grunt in appreciation. This man is wasted in this profession.

“Father Barber,” you say with exaggerated reverence and a small smile.

He scowls at you before rolling his eyes as he smooths down the front of his clothes.

“Why can’t you be normal and just call me Andy?”

“Sure, Father Andy,” you reply with a grin.

“Was getting worried you wouldn’t make it.” He straightens his collar, “Seeing as you missed every Sunday mass this month.”

Pursing your lips, you don’t answer and instead duck your head with embarrassment. He rubs his hands over his beard. “How’s it looking out there?”

“Well, a lot of people were still filing in when I pulled up, but it’s a decent crowd. And if the leaders of your youth group would stop making out by the coat racks, there would be at least two more people in the pews.”

“Damn,” he hisses under his breath and shakes his head before looking up. ”Kendra and Michael? By the coat rack, huh?” he asks.

Your expression matches his, no doubt remembering your own youth…and the time in the eighth grade when Andy stumbled on you and another boy from your class playing tonsil hockey in the same hidden spot after Confirmation practice. His youthful face had turned bright red, jaw dropped in shock as he sputtered out apologies, pulling down several coats and hangers in his struggle to get away from the scene.

“It’s the real hot spot in this place,” you tell him.

“This is a house of worship, not a hook-up venue.”

“That sounds an awful lot like what Father Malone said after you snitched on me.”

“Father Malone was better than me,” he sighs.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he lowers his head. “He just knew what he was doing, that’s all.”

The Archdiocese let him know just weeks before of the decision to sell the property and combine three dwindling local parishes together to meet budget constraints.

You walk up to him, picking a piece of lint off the robe. “Andy,” you sigh his name softly, “You have been a bright spot since you came back here. You���ve done everything right.”

“Sometimes…I just,” he pauses and turns toward you, his eyes staring into yours as you watch him calculate his next words. “I just don’t understand God’s will,” he finally admits.

If he were anyone else, or at least not your priest-slash-friend, you wouldn’t have hesitated to grab him and kiss him senseless until he was comforted, but he’s not. So, the shake of your head is the best answer you can give him, hoping he understands that you don’t know what to say. “It’s just about midnight. I am going to sit and get ready for the service.”

“Will you stay a little afterward once everyone’s gone?”

“Sure. Everything okay?”

He nods just once. You pause, waiting to see if he has anything else to add, but he stays quiet. 

You turn to walk out, heading past the altar to sit at the small row of seats reserved for the lector or those participating in the services. The church is more full than usual, but that’s expected for the Christmas Midnight Mass. You wonder how many of them have come out of guilt or some other obligation, knowing it’s the last significant event before the doors are shuttered for good. 

Patricia changes the tune, playing a processional as Andy enters, flanked by two altar boys. 

The rest is routine; the same you’ve gone through countless Sundays, Holy Days, and sacraments throughout the years. You follow the steps, recite the prayers and blessings on cue, all without much thought.

The only surprise is Ransom. You eye him up as he shuffles along behind a grim-looking Linda and falsely pious Joni in the slow line to receive the Eucharist. Even in a house of God, he has zero shame, eye-fucking you the whole time with a troublesome grin plastered on his face. You’re assisting by offering the sacramental wine, standing a few feet to the side of Andy as he hands out the wafers.

‘Oh my god, not here. Don’t fucking do this here, Ransom.’ your mind begs as he saunters over to you, making a show of slowly putting the wafer on his tongue.

He stops in front of you, expectantly, waiting for you to tip the goblet to his lips for him. You do, silently, keeping eye contact as he takes a sip.

“Little dry,” he whispers. “Bet you’re not though.”

“Shut up,” you plea between gritted teeth while ignoring the stupid swoop in your belly.

“Sweetheart, this dress.” he says, eyeing you up and down and ignoring anyone passing or waiting behind him, “Just got you added to the naughty list.”

The dress is anything but scandalous, yet heat spreads over your neck and cheeks. You catch movement on your side as Andy shifts. His own gaze of disapproval focused on Ransom before turning back to the person in front of him.

“Not that you weren’t there already, especially if you’re wearing that little lace thing underneath-”

“Ransom, there’s a line,” you try to quiet him and fail spectacularly since he continues.

“Which, if you are, come on over when you’re done with the monk over there and let me unwrap you. Make it a real Merry Christmas.” Ransom winks and goes back to his seat, but for the rest of the service you can’t help but squirm, wondering how many others were paying attention and how much Andy might have heard.

It’s a slow procession as everyone leaves, taking their time to wish a Merry Christmas to Andy, or to lament the impending closure of the parish. You dawdle while cleaning up the pews, replacing all the hymnals and picking up the leftover church bulletins; offering your own smiles and well-wishes to those who stop while waiting for the last of them to leave while carefully avoiding the Thrombey and Drysdale clan, but not missing their arguing as they leave.

As the last of them make the way to the exit, you follow to help Andy lock the doors, the cold air blowing through the vestibule. You stay at the entrance with him for another few moments, watching the cars exit the parking lot, the tail lights disappearing. 

“You alright?” You gently press.

Without looking away from the window he answers, “Sure.”

It feels wrong to speak any louder than a whisper, your quiet, “Okay” barely seems like more than a breath, but he seems to hear it. When he heads back inside toward the altar to blow out the candles and replace the pages for the readings you watch him. It makes your heart ache to see such a beautiful temptation illuminated by strings of lights woven around the wreaths and trees arranged around the altar below the darkened stained glass. 

He was always quiet and brooding, even when you were teens. It was what sparked your crush by tenth grade when he had grown out of the awkward, gangly stage and turned into a thoughtful, well-spoken, two-sport athlete. Though, by that time he started to date Laurie, keeping her on his arm through the rest of high school. However, it didn’t stop you from flirting when you had class together, or snagging a dance from him during prom, but you and everyone else assumed that he and Laurie would have been married with kids a few years after graduation.

Instead, she went away to college and never came back after he broke her heart, deciding on religious studies and seminary school. It was unexpected to have him return to your childhood parish to take over the assignment from Father Malone, the old priest that constantly smelled like mothballs and stale coffee, but a very welcome surprise. It might have even helped to inspire yourself and others to be more diligent in your mass attendance, but many of them dropped off again once the novelty wore off. 

You stayed - not necessarily renewed in your faith, but glad to have him as a friend again.

The tension he carries makes the air feel heavy. The curiosity of the situation makes your stomach swirl, but you follow his lead, entering the sacristy again after he does, tisking at the way the altar boys had thrown their robes over the table in a rush to leave.

“You’re not doing the early mass, are you?” You ask, shaking out and hanging up the robes as Andy pulls his own over his head.

“No.”

Sighing heavily, you wait to see if he will add anything else, but he doesn’t. It almost seems as though he’s ignoring you as he takes his time, straightening out the robes in the closet, sliding hangers back and forth.

Waiting him out is a losing game. You’ve tried and failed before; his level of patience unmatched and probably how he’s drawn out confessions and secrets some were sworn to take to the grave. Some of your own included.

“Is someone hosting you tomorrow? Or do you have to be here?” You try to start the conversation again. He’s either ignoring you or deciding how he wants to answer, so you start poking around at the items on the desk and running your finger over the edges of one elaborate book.

“Oh hello,” you hum to yourself, folding open the box lid and finding a package of communion wafers. You rip open the plastic as if it’s a package of Ritz crackers, popping one in your mouth and crunching before a small groan of annoyance comes from Andy’s side of the room.

He’s looking at you like a parent scolding a child, eyebrows raised and head tilted.

“What? You’re being boring. It’s not like they’re blessed. It’s after one in the morning and I’m hungry.” You shrug and grab another to pop into your mouth. They aren’t satisfying, but at least they aren’t the same Styrofoam wafers you remember from childhood.

Andy reaches into a cabinet behind him, grabbing some snack size bags of chips and tossing one your way. You catch it and nod at the case of altar wine behind his shoulder, “Better. And how about something to drink?”

He stays stone faced.

“Come on, Andy. It’s Christmas, and what’s gonna happen to all of this? It’s gonna get raided and hoarded when they come to move everything. It’s the big guy’s birthday so let’s do it right.”

His expression doesn’t change, but he does pop the top off one and takes a swig, making you laugh.

“Knew you had it in you.”

The room is sparsely furnished, but there are a couple of folding chairs you’ve set out to lounge on. The bright fluorescent overhead lights are off in favor of the small yellowed light of the desk lamp while you spend some time reminiscing. The bottle gets passed back and forth and while it’s not the strongest wine, it helps to loosen things up. Andy’s smile is still strained, but the hard edge is gone.

“So,” he speaks up after a quiet moment, “You and Ransom, huh?”

“What?!” The surprise is genuine, not expecting Andy to comment on it, but the apathy is harder to fake, “No. Nuh uh. I don’t know what his deal tonight is-was. Is.”

He laughs outright at that then leans forward to take the bottle from you, tilting it back in a hefty sip. “I should let you know that the confessional booth doesn’t allow as much anonymity as most people think. Plus, he’s loud.”

There’s that heat, burning at your skin again, bright hot all at once. Your lips part and your breath goes shallow and shaky as he sits up and then leans forward into your space as he continues, his eyes almost dark in the dim light.

“The worst part is that it is Ransom.” The name comes out of his mouth with a sneer.

Your voice comes out weak when you finally catch your breath to defend yourself. “It isn’t Ransom. I mean, it was, as in past tense.”

“As in last weekend? And all the weekends before that?”

Your mouth hanging open is all the response you can give.

“Yeah, he, uh, felt the need to confess for not keeping the Sabbath apparently. Oh and for quote making you scream loud enough to wake the saints. Details I didn’t need, but that’s Ransom, right? And you always liked the bad boys.”

The snort erupts between your laughter. “Oh my god, he didn’t! But really?” You lower your voice in a silly imitation, “The bad boys? You almost sound jealous.” You struggle to suck in a breath under the weight of his gaze. “I had no idea you kept such a close watch on my dating history.”

Andy’s face lights up, eyes wide with outrage as he leans in. “I’m not, and yes. He’s a bad guy. The things he’s done? Most of the time he’s here to gloat, not confess because there’s not much I can do about it. I can’t believe what he’s done to people and gotten away with, and still,” he pauses, one brow arching and jaw ticking, “He manages to somehow land someone as wonderful as you and squander it.”

A flush covers his cheeks where his beard doesn’t cover. A rush of foolish confidence washes over you, silencing any sane thought of restraint you might have had just moments ago.

“Wellll. Maayybe I stuck around with a few bad boys because I never had a chance with any of the good ones.” You hold his gaze meaningfully for just a few seconds, but it’s enough to make his eyes widen a little as your words sink in. Nerves make your skin tingle and stomach flip, so you try to deflect the rising tension, “Do you think I’ve done enough penance? I think just knowing Ransom is enough of a punishment.”

You try to laugh, but it’s more of an uncomfortable huff of breath.

“Three Hail Mary’s should top you off.” Another beat of silence. Andy stands and sets the bottle of wine on a table, leaning against it with his arms crossed. “I have no idea how to say any of this. So I, uh, just wanted to let you know I don’t plan to take an assignment at the new parish.” His voice is soft, but the words are rushed, strained. 

When you look at him again, his eyes are staring intently at the carpeting.

“Are you getting a promotion or something? Going somewhere else?” You stare up at him, wrinkling your forehead in confusion. “Is that what you want?”

“No.” He puts a hand at the edge of the table while the other moves up and undoes the clerical collar from around his neck, setting the stiff white band on the table. “I want something else. I’m not supposed to, but I do. I always have. So, I intend to leave the priesthood, request dispensation and put it all behind me.” 

“That’s a lot. A big decision.” You slowly get up and work your way toward him with your arms open, silently asking for permission to embrace him in a hug. He shifts a little, allowing your arms to wrap around his chest, pressing your hands against his back and holding him tightly against you. He lowers his mouth to your shoulder, taking deep breaths as you listen to his heart start to race in his chest. “Why?” You shakily ask.

“I can’t keep doing this. It feels wrong telling people they’re sinners when I want what they have. When I can only think about living a completely different life.” He murmurs the words against your skin, tickling you and setting your heart off on a race.

You pull away slightly, turning toward him and brushing your cheek against his bearded jaw, stopping just short of his mouth, eyes catching on the open collar of his black shirt. He rubs his hands up and down your back and the two of you almost slip into a swaying motion, bodies constantly shifting like you aren’t sure what to do with yourselves. All fondness and terror like it’s the end of a first date; that thought startling you enough to ask the burning question, “What kind of life?”

He pulls further back, clear blue eyes staring intently into your own. “You’re not drunk, right? This is all going to be okay tomorrow?”

You squint at him, but hold back any snark due to how serious he looks. “I am not drunk, and that depends.”

He briefly looks panicked, “On what?”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever consequences you’re about to face. “God, I hope we’re on the same page.”

You tip your jaw up, pressing your lips to his, eyes scrunched closed and stomach quivering with both dread and excitement. Seconds drag on until he lets out a small sigh, and then his lips purse against your own, kissing you back. You make a noise of relief and satisfaction, then tip your head into a more comfortable position while he slowly responds, lips hesitant to move with yours even though his body trembles beneath your touch.

The kiss comes to an end naturally, both of you pulling away to breathe, sharing air and clinging tightly together.

“Is that going to be okay tomorrow?” You whisper. 

He stays quiet. Seconds seem like eternity and the walls seem to collapse around you. Feeling him pull away, the space between you cools and you suck in air through shaking breaths. Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel the tears well up. A few tiny drops escape and roll down your cheeks, wetting his palm as he mutters a harsh curse.

“Wow. That was so inappropriate. I am so sorry, Andy. Sorry.” Your voice breaks during your frantic rambling and struggle to get away. “Holy shit! You took vows, and, and I can’t do this to you. Oh my god I am so s-sorry. What did I just do?”

“I wanted that.” His nose nudges yours when he closes the space between you again. “It’s all I’ve wanted for a while now.”

He pushes against you, lips easily finding yours again with eager kisses. The tip of his tongue tickles at your lips, but he doesn’t press further. His hand slips to the back of your neck, holding you tightly, while the other moves to your hip.

The kiss is passionate, but stalls out after a few moments, leaving the both of you quietly grunting with frustration. The realization hits you at the same time he confesses - 

“It’s been so long. I don’t - I’m not sure what-”

You pull back and stop him with a shake of your head.  “Nothing has to happen.”

Looking back into his eyes, it’s impossible to miss the quick flashes of hurt, embarrassment, panic and the hand on your hip slackens. This time he thinks you’re rejecting him.

“Andy,” you grab his hand and set it firmly on your hip, “I don’t want you to rush anything.” You shake your head, but it’s with a smile to reassure him. “No matter what happens tonight or tomorrow or never, I am your friend. I really like this, and you, so I was saying, nothing has to happen. Or…” You push his hand further down along the curve of your cheek to crease where it meets the top of your thigh and encourage him to squeeze, “Something can happen.”

The words are barely out of your mouth when he grabs a handful of your ass and presses his hips against you. A whimper, an actual whimper, escapes from him when he leans in to kiss you again, holding you still as he writhes against you. His hold on you makes you want to lift your leg, so you do, and his hand slides from your ass right down your thigh until it cradles the back of your knee. With this angle, you rut against him, feeling the hard length of him trapped in his trousers and pulling another soft whimper and shudder from him.

“Hang on, hang on,” he gasps, slowing the kiss and loosening the hold on the back of your neck and letting go of your leg to let you stand on your own again. 

Your arms wrapped around him also loosen as you start to stroke up and down his back, tickling here and there with the tips of your fingers.

“Too exciting for you already?” You delicately ask.

He chuckles, “Like I said, it’s been a while.”

Your eyes go wide and you lean away again, making him groan in frustration this time. “Like…” You struggle to find the words to say, “Not even by yourself kind of a while? Are you not allowed to? That’s just cruel.”

He smiles, soft and sweet and amused. “I’m not that cruel, even to myself. It’s just,” he breathes deeply, letting the air out slowly, “It’s you. This beautiful woman who has been my friend for so long, who doesn’t even know how much she’s teased me, who’s been out of reach since we were kids. And you’re here with me - finally like this. It’s - it’s a lot.”

“Are you saying you wanted to make out with me by the coat rack?”

His laugh lights up his face, eyes closing as he throws his head back a little. “Yeah, can you blame me?”

“We can. If you want,” You laugh in return, tilting your head toward the direction of the doorway. 

“No,” he chuckles, “You’re kidding me. Now you wanna make out with me by the coat rack?”

“Nuh uh, Andy. No joke,” you tilt your head up and kiss his lips softly, teasingly, then place another kiss on his bearded cheek. His hands gently rest at your waist again.

Your next soft kiss lands on his neck, right at the line of exposed skin where his beard stops, then another right next to that spot, then another until you make your way up near his ear to whisper, “But I don’t want to just make out with you, I want to blow you.”

You can hear the beginning of his response, but it’s cut off by another groan when your hand swiftly slides down over the front of his pants, cupping him through the fabric and feeling him throb. And oh, just the feel of what he’s got to offer makes you start to ache. Loosening the belt you push for a response, “Unless that’s too much?”

“Everything is too much right now.”

You stop again, pulling back to look into his eyes. “You can trust me, Andy. I’m not gonna hurt you. I know this isn’t easy.”

“I do trust you. So much that this is all - it’s almost too easy.” He leans forward into another kiss, smiling as you respond.

“I am so going to hell.” The words come out as you yank the belt undone and surge to meet him.

Andy’s hands start to ruck up the bottom of your dress, “But first,” he gasps then moves to kiss down the side of your neck, nipping at your earlobe, “Will you take me to heaven?”

Letting out a breathy laugh, you start to untuck his shirt and pull the buttons loose one by one. “We will have to work on that dirty talk, but I have faith in you.” 

“Fiat tibi sicut vis.” He groans, leaning closer, mouth sucking at a spot that makes you moan.

“That works,” You start to undress, removing the dress and showing off the bra and panty set hiding beneath. 

“Is this the lacey thing that Ransom was talking about?” He asks, tracing a finger along the exposed curve of your breast, admiring the way the color of the fabric looks against your skin.

You hum, smiling, “It’s a lacey thing, but not the lacey thing. We’ll work up to that.”

His gulp is audible. Between more kisses, shoes, his shirt, and pants get dropped in messy piles. Andy’s shoulders are dusted with freckles which your eyes follow to the chest hair over his pecs which narrows into a line down his stomach. The view stops abruptly at the top of his boxers and your hand reaches for another feel, gently squeezing him over the thin fabric. 

You glance around you, noticing a counter behind you and start to back into it, sliding your fingers into the tops of your panties and stepping out of them when they slide down to your ankles.

His moves just a step after you, watching the action and clenching his eyes shut when you finally reveal yourself to him. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he follows your lead and drops his boxers down his legs, leaving them on the floor by yours. His cock - thick and looking almost painfully hard - is gorgeous.

You let out a needy whine, pussy clenching as your mind races with dirty thoughts.

“C’mere,” you beckon with a finger.

His hands are on you instantly, roaming over every curve and dip before gripping your thigh and pulling your leg up over his hip again while you rest against the edge of the counter.

Resuming the position from earlier, your hands rest on his shoulders, his one hand holds your leg up and the other tentatively makes its way down the curve of your breast, ticking you with the tips of his fingers and circling your nipple over the fabric. Goosebumps rise over your skin before he starts to trail down further, winding his way over the curve by your hip bone and back until tracing the crease leading to the vee of your thighs.

“Tell me what feels good,” he softly requests.

You swallow heavily and nod, “I will.”

Then his fingers slide over your slit, caressing the slickness smeared there already. It’s so gentle, almost tickling and makes you shudder in a breath.

“Keep going,” you tilt into his touch.

His press goes harder, sliding through your folds and just exploring, tips of his fingers dipping into you slightly before pulling out and moving to circle your clit. Over and over he teases until he’s mapped you out, listening intently to your sharp gasps when he plots out a certain spot.

“Feel me, please,” you beg, voice strained.

The hand holding your leg on his hip flexes in a silent signal to keep it there before pressing at your lower back, holding you against him as he slides his middle finger deep into you. Moaning at the intrusion you hook your leg tighter around his thigh, hoping for more. After a few strokes, he adds another finger while rubbing the heel of his palm against your clit.

His hips rut against you, his cock leaking and spreading wetness over your belly, adding to the way he consumes you, kissing over your cheeks and lips while you moan at the feel of it all.

“Andy, baby you feel so good.” He grunts in response. You gingerly move a hand from around his neck and slide it between the two of you, gripping his cock and pulling a strangled noise from him. “Do you want…”

Stopping yourself from voicing it fully, you suddenly feel too shy to say it. That is until he nips at that spot by the base of your neck that makes you tremble, “Do I what?”

Catching your breath, you kiss along his collarbone, feeling him tremble in response, too.

“Do you want me?” You whisper.

Andy nudges you to move, pulling his fingers from you and standing up to his full height again.

He looks ready to worship you, to devour you and it makes you woozy with the rush of excitement. ”The way I’ve coveted you,” he pauses to draw in a shaky breath, “May God forgive me.”

His hands grab your hips to help move you onto the counter edge, sitting precariously for a second until he’s secure between your thighs. You lean on one hand, using the other to hold onto him; for his part, he holds one hand to your waist and grasps his cock with the other.

Moving the tip up and down your center, burning against your sensitive clit with the heat until you twitch and gasp. Then he angles the head, pushing a bit until he slides in further just at the entrance of your pussy, hesitating as his body starts to tense up.

“I’m here. It’s okay, Andy,” you whisper reassurances, kissing him and pulling your legs up until you can nudge his backside with your heels. “You have me.”

Letting go at the base of his cock, he reaches up to hold you at the nape of your neck, lips pressed to yours and sharing air while he slides into you. The slow intrusion spreads you, pussy clenching as each inch is given until reaching the base.

His eyes are clenched shut and a low moan escapes his throat. Your own mouth has gone dry from heavy breaths and you hold him there, inside you as you let the ache from the stretch settle into pleasure.

It feels like moments go by, but is little more than a beat or two before he pulls away and pushes back in, slicker and smoother this time. Then again, and again - each stroke brings a welcome ache stoking the pleasure sparking in the core of you.

It takes a few more strokes, but he finds a rhythm - slow and deep. Wet slick spreads over his cock, making lewd noises with the push and pull that mingles with the panting breaths from both of you. In and out, in and out, then stopping to gasp as he hits a certain spot. Then he starts up again in and out, in and out at a faster pace.

The pressure starts to build, and your hips start to tilt into his strokes, heels pulling him in harder when he thrusts and holding him against you to rub over your clit.

“Like that, Andy, like that,” you breathlessly pant. “Feels so good.”

He whines out a moan, “Yes, honey. Please. Come on.”

His hands hold you tight, using the leverage to push you into his hips with each drive into you, rubbing against your clit before pulling back to hit it again. 

Airy breaths punched from your lungs start to turn into high-pitched mewls, the crest of pleasure almost there. Reaching the edge, you summon the strength to your legs, pulling him into and against you, rocking against him as his pubic bone puts pressure to your sensitive bud and releasing a rush of warmth from your center throughout your body, burning you right down to your fingertips.

Pussy quivering around him, he presses further into you, swiveling his hips and riding the waves of your pleasure until his own peak hits him. His cock throbs inside of you as he releases, a choked out noise escaping when he reaches satisfaction. He pumps into you a few more times, body twitching and jerking with overwhelming pleasure.

The buzzing in your ears finally stops and the cloud of endorphins dissipates while you struggle to catch your breath. Your dewy skin cools quickly as a draft blows through the door, making you shiver in his hold.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” his voice is hoarse.

It feels like a slap to the face with how instantaneous his regret surfaces.

Stomach dropping like an anchor, you freeze out of panic. “It’s okay,” is all you can weakly offer as a response while you struggle to not make a run for it.

“I didn’t mean to do this here.” He breathes heavily, resting his forehead against yours as you stare at him with wide eyes. “I had a whole plan, it was going to be slow.” He pauses and shakes his head sorrowfully. “But then I heard Ransom, and I just…”

Like going on a steep hill on a rollercoaster, your stomach swoops back up and your head goes light with the sharp turn the apology is taking. It’s another second before Andy continues his confession.

“He can’t have you anymore. He doesn’t deserve you, and I know I come with a lot of baggage and have a lot to go through, but I want to be with you and start over.”

A small smile clears away the lines of tension on your face and your heartbeat settles into a much more acceptable rhythm. 

“You bastard!” You swat at this chest. He jerks back in shock, eyes already pleading with you for absolution. “Don’t apologize after sex like that, you freaked me out.” Relief washes over him as he sees your smile and hears the playful tone in your scolding.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly replies. 

“It’s fine. And Andy? I’m all yours. We’ll figure things out.” You run a hand through his hair, pulling him down for another kiss that you both smile into. “Do you think?”

He hums and pulls away, watching you expectantly.

“Before you’re done we can defile a few other places in here? I have some ideas for the space behind the altar.” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively.

** oh boy did this fic fight me for a while (clearly), i hope it read well. comments and constructive criticism will always be welcome and appreciated. i admit that i was feeling rusty. **  

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading list week 10

Hey all, I’m actually on time this week for my week 10 reading list. These are all  one-shots, drabbles and stories from authors who have tagged me in their work. Every Sunday, (depending on my schedule), I will put a list together of what I’m reading. I want to do this to help spread the love in the marvel community. If you would like to be added, signal boosted, please tag me in your fics. If you don’t see your story listed it’s probably due to my cut off after 25 fics. You will be featured on the following week. Completed series that I’m tagged in will take longer for me to get through but please still tag me. This week was another long one as I’m trying to play catch up.

Make sure you read the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff.

These will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title.

Also, thank you to @whimsicalrogers​ for the lovely page break

Happy Reading - Missy

Keep talking Andy - @angrythingstarlight​

Stockholm Syndrome - part 1 - part 2 - @amythedvdhoarder

Caring for Bucky - @angrythingstarlight​

Moonlight - @thinkingofbuckybarnes

Birthday with the Baes - Ransom - @stargazingfangirl18

Devotion - @navegandoaciegas

Close quarters - @stargazingfangirl18

Harsh Truth - @stargazingfangirl18

Ocean eyes - part 8 - @barnesandrogersfanfics

Bucky has a hard time - @schmucksbucks

A terrible, terrible love - @punani

Golden Boy - @angrythingstarlight

Stark Spangled Destiny - Chp 4 - @what-is-your-plan-today @icanfeelastormbrewing

The damsel - @nekoannie-chan 

Love on fire - @nekoannie-chan

Charred Briar Roses - part 1 - part 2 - @awesomerextyphoon

Stark Spangled Kinks Vanilla - @what-is-your-plan-today @icanfeelastormbrewing

Branded Chp 21 - @trashmenofmarvel

Smoke screen part 3 - @opheliadawnwalker3

The paths we take - part 1 - part 2 - @giorno-plays-piano

A different kind of homecoming - @holylulusworld

Vanilla Nights - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

The reaper - part 1 - part 2 - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Crossfire Masterlist - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - @cherienymphe

Perfect Strangers: Part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - @captain-rogers-beard

Power over me series - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - @sinner-as-saint

#andy barber #andy barber x reader #dark stucky #dark stucky x reader #soft!bucky #soft bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #priest bucky #jake jensen #steve rogers #chris evans #bucky barnes #dark steve rogers #dark steve rogers x reader #signal boost #recommended reading #saiyanprincessswanie #week10

[the-iceni-bitch]

Natalie’s Nasty Kinktober!

It’s here!!!

We’re gonna be doing mostly drabbles, but there’s some full fics mixed in as well! And some visits with our fave couples, too!

Note for when our faves pop up, it’s not necessarily in chronological order.

And you know I love trying new things, so while there’s some tried and true nastiness in here, I really wanted to dip my toes into some new waters, so we’re gonna be trying some things out.

Military/Uniform Kink with 40s!Stucky

Quirophilia (hand kink) with Andy Barber

Lap Dance with Jake Jensen

Acarophilia (scratching) with Bucky Barnes

Party Sex with Brunnhilde

Dacryphilia (crying kink) with Mr, Freezy and kitten (with sex worker!Justin Capshaw) DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!

Amaurophilia (blindfolds) with dilf!Steve Rogers and tattoo artist!reader

Degradation with Ransom Drysdale (OTP)

Odaxelagnia (biting) with Ari Levinson

Free Use with Johnny Storm

Begging and Brat Taming with Carol Danvers and chaotic!enhanced reader

Altocalciphilia (high heels fetish) with Bryce Langley

Stockings Fetish with innocent!Steve Rogers

Bicep Riding with Ransom Drysdale (OTP)

Hate Sex with Paul Diskant

Mysophilia (underwear fetish) with Mr. Freezy and kitten (with an officer Bill cameo)

Stigmatophilia (tattoo/piercing fetish) with tattoo artist!Curtis Everett

Keraunophilia (thunder and lightning fetish) with Thor Odinson

Double Vaginal Penetration with Ari Levinson and Ransom Drysdale (OTP)

Fisting with Mr. Freezy and kitten

Weapons Fetish with Bucky Barnes

Voyeurism with Paul Diskant and DA!reader (featuring Andy Barber)

Mixophilia (filmed sex) with Colin Shea

CBT with Ransom Drysdale (OTP)

Polyiterophilia (group sex) with Carol Danvers, Thor Odinson, and Steve Rogers

Menophilia (period fetish) with Mr. Freezy and kitten

Face Sitting with sub!Andy Barber

Objectification with Ransom Drysdale (OTP)

Zelophilia (cuckqueaning) with Thor Odinson and sub!Steve Rogers

Peccatiphilia (sinning fetish) and Parthenophilia (virginal partner fetish) with priest!Steve Rogers

Sissification - and some other surprises -with Ransom Drysdale (OTP)

#natalie’s nasty kinktober #kinktober 2021 #kinktober2021 #masterlist

[earlgreydream]

kinktober masterlist

cnc/noncon/dubcon marked with *

1st Vampire  — Roman Godfrey

2nd Professor — Kylo Ren

3rd Roleplay — The Winter Soldier *

4th Watersports — Lance Tucker *

5th Mutual Masturbation — Sirius Black

6th Servitude — Michael Langdon

7th Hancuffs — Lee Bodecker

8th Priest — Bucky Barnes

9th Sugar Daddy — Loki

10th Costume — Remus Lupin

11th Denial — Peter Parker

12th Temperature Play - Bucky Barnes

13th Bondage — Andy Barber

14th Wax Play — Aleksander Morozova

15th Doctor AU — Draco Malfoy *

16th Mafia AU — Marauders

17th Somnophilia — Ransom Drysdale *

18th Dumbification — Sirius Black *

19th Public Sex — Howard Stark

20th Breeding — James Potter

21st Blindfold — Regulus Black

22nd Stripper — Steve Rogers

23rd Knife — Loki Laufeyson

24th Humiliation — Bucky Barnes *

25th Choking — Anakin Skywalker

26th Anal — Helmut Zemo *

27th Voyeurism — Kylo Ren

28th Gunplay — Kylo Ren *

29th Dacryphilia — Draco Malfoy

30th Pet Play — Marauders

31st Angel & Demon — Theo & Draco

#kinktober #grey's kinktober #kinktober 2021 #kinktober masterlist #masterlist #navigation

[gotnofucks]

(updated 26 October 2021)

MARVEL 

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Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Choose :  Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him (dark!steve x reader)

Ball's In Your Court : Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.

Pot of Gold : You went broke and bet your pussy.

Special Training : Steve takes special interest in your training (dark!Steve x Reader)

Nectar: Steve's waited a long time to have you again after the birth of your daughter. (soft!dark King Steve x Reader)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

The Airport Cliché : You make sure your love story has the necessary cliché to make it legit.

No One's Bitch: If Steve thought you'll bend to his will, he was dead wrong. This kitty has some claws (dark!Steve x Reader)

Bartered: You were his, despite wearing another man's ring on your hand. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Renewing Vows: Steve reminds you of your promises as his wife. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Colour Me Red: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.

Midnight Adventures: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that. (soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Lover's Quarrel: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

The Journey to Daddy: Five times you call Steve 'daddy', and one time he asks you to.

In Mind and Heart : When your former supersoldier lover shows up at your door a year later, the last thing you expect him to do is ask for another fuck. You let in him because of friendship, and he refused to let you go because of love. This was not how it was supposed to go. (Soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself. (Ft. Stucky x Reader)

Series

At His Alter: You fall in love with a man already belonging to someone else. (Priest!Steve)

Condemned To Him: It’s hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesn’t care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it. (soft!dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After : Steve won't take no for an answer (dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After-2 : You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers (dark!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Post Traumatic Fuck Fest (Steve Rogers)

Please Hurt me (Mob!Steve Rogers)

Peeping Tom (Steve Rogers)

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Bucky Barnes

One-Shots

Madness, Thy name is Barnes: You and Bucky put on a show for the team

Night Ritual : You and Bucky have a night time ritual

Lovely Shade of Green : Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend

Fallen Together : Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other's arms

Hide-And-Eat : Nothing stops Bucky when he's hungry for you.

Gluttony is a Sin : You and Bucky put a little something extra in your food and Sam learns Gluttony is a sin for a reason

Promised to Him : You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago. (dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader)

To the beat of sin : In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too. (rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader)

The Second Coming: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU) (dark!Bucky x Reader, ft. Peter Parker)

A Sack of Skin: You had thought burying him would have rid you of him. But he came back to haunt you in the worst way possible. (Dark! Ghost!Bucky x Reader, Possessed!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A love there is no cure for (WS Bucky)

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Steve x Reader x Bucky

One-Shots

Going Against Nature : Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. or: Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker. (dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader) A/B/O

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Peter Parker)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself.

Series

•Master of His Own Fate: As far as Bucky knew, fate would not decide who you belong to. Very twisted dark soulmate AU.  (dark!Bucky x Reader, dark!Steve x Reader)

Master of His Own Fate-2

•Their Surrogate : When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no. (dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader)

Their Surrogate - 2 Their Surrogate-3 (completed)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Bound and Blindfolded (Stucky x Reader)

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Stephen Strange

Congruence :  Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Loki)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Loki

Congruence :  Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Stephen Strange)

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Tony Stark

Series

•My Little Girl:  Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip (dark!Tony Stark x reader)

My Little Girl - 2:  Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined. (dark!Tony Stark x reader, slight dark!Steve x reader)

My Little Girl-3

One-Shots

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Peter Parker

Protected : How were you to know who's a monster, who's a savior when they all hide behind a mask (dark!Peter x reader)

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Stucky)

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SamBucky

Parts of Whole: Steve would see his OTP's ship sail, even from across the grave (ft. Steve Rogers)

Sam Wilson

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Lucifer)

RANSOM DRYSDALE

One-Shots

One Day :  Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him

Thirty One Days : Ransom and you are on a month-long challenge. Who will win and what are the stakes?

The Unreformed Rake: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands. (Soft!dark Ransom x Reader)

The Fated Mate: Ransom always knew he’d be your alpha. Despite you not presenting yet, he just knew you were meant to be his. No matter how much you ran, you always found him waiting for you at the end of the line. They said it was fated, and sometimes fate was a bitch. (A/B/O)

Sleeping Beauty: He waits for sleep to claim you, so that he can do the same later (dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) Kinktober Day 1

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Breeding Kink + Housewife Kink w/Ransom

ANDY BARBER

One-Shots

Golden Cage :  You asked Andy to take your case and he asked for you to give yourself to him as payment.  (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

Trespassing : You trespass on forbidden land, catching the eye of the creature that dwells within. (dark!demon!Andy Barber x Reader)

No Judgements: An Omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned. (A/B/O)

His Responsibility : When you're pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not. (dark!Andy x reader)

A Man's World: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

LEE BODECKER

One-Shots

Sweet Tooth : Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth

The Claiming of the Sheriff: You wanted him, he wanted you. But he was too honourable and you were too greedy. So you made the choice for both of you. (dadsbestfriend!Lee x soft!dark Reader)

Series

•Sell My Soul :  You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul -2 :  Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy.  (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul - 3 : Last part to the series (soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Drabbles Masterlist

SHERLOCK HOLMES

One-Shots

What's Your Escape : Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you (dark!Sherlock Holmes x reader)

Death by Pleasure : Death by Pleasure isn't a thing. Is it? (Dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A worthy throne (Sherlock Holmes)

CHRIS EVANS

One-Shots

Loving Dodger : Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.

Muse Music : Chris plays for you

Chemical Romance: Chris won't have you running away from him. You're his. He owns your heart, and now he'll own all of you.

AUGUST WALKER

One-Shots

Compromise: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world (dark!August Walker x Reader)

Prometheus: You disappoint August and must make up for it

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Pluto is not a Planet (Hades! August Walker)

LUCIFER

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Sam Wilson)

JAKE JENSEN

At the Dinner Table: Request: How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?

Drabbles/Headcanons/Blurbs (Miscellaneous/Multi-characters and fandoms)

When you feel ugly and the boys won't have it (BB, SR, LB, TS, RD, LL, SH)

When Reader is tall and slim and not curvy (SR, BB, RD, LB, AB)

Dick Fingers (very weird ask)

Detention (Severus Snape hc)

Remedial Potions (dark! Severus Snape)

Does your mother know (Hook)

When Reader has anorexia and body image issues (BB, LB, LL)

BODY POSITIVITY CHALLENGE

#steve x reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki x reader #stephen strange x reader #ransom x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom thrombey x reader #andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber x reader #andy x reader #dark!tony x reader #dark!tony stark x reader #tony stark x reader #tony x reader #dark tony x reader #dark steve x reader #dark!lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #alpha!steve x reader #alpha!bucky x reader #dark!alpha!steve x reader #dark!alpha!bucky x reader #dark!peter parker x reader

[unfortunate-brat]

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

" 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. " 𝙼𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎."

There’s something about female villains that intrigue me. It’s never caused by simple things like many believe, it takes more than one bad day to make such a big change in your morals and take on such a role. In movies, female villains are one dimensional, often portrayed to make you hate them and love the hero, but what if we flipped the tides?

I want you to illustrate a villain that’s just more than her tragedy, someone who uses her wits to get anything done, someone with more dimensions and if you wanna throw it in there, a killer backstory. I want your fic to make me hate the hero and love the villain. Keep reading if you’re interested in more.

How Will This Work?

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Choose a prompt below and if you’re feeling a little more inspired take a look at the challenge playlist, pick a song and make a fic from it !! Make sure to name which song you used so I can listen while I read !!

Playlist for this Challenge found here !!

The Rules;

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Two blogs per prompt, I will add more if many join. I made each one up so it might take a lil while. Send me an ask with your chosen character + prompt !!

Minors are NOT allowed to participate. Neither are blogs without any indication that they’re an adult being on their bio.

I have squicks which will prevent me from reading your entry if they include scat, assplay, anal, nipple clamps, knife play, blood play, machoism, priest!kink, choking, piss kink, incest, pet play, suicide. 

THERE IS NO DEADLINE

TAG YOUR FIC ACCORDINGLY; PLACE PROPER WARNINGS; DARK!FICS ARE WELCOME.

Almost any AU’s allowed (ask if you’re not sure), yandere too

A/b/o is also allowed

Since this includes reader, it’s reader x character only, no ship pairings !!

Each fic MUST include a villain!reader, not the other way around. 

Each fic MUST include angst of some kind, remember this is centered around a villain!reader

Remember to add hashtag #She Wants Revenge Challenge within first 5 tags of your fic !!

If I have not reblogged it, dm it to me after 24 hours !!

Just changed the rule to allow RPF, as of 9/14/21 since it’s an AU which should be okay. Wasn’t sure at first.

PROMPTS:

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" Quite the contrary amigo, I don't dabble in heroism."

"I told you, this wasn't going to work out like the movies."

" You see?? You're just like me, fighting a never ending battle of someone's cruel game."

" I'm not a pawn, bitch I'm the Queen."

"What's yours is mine. always."                                                   ​

"Aww, are you done with your little speech about honor?" @romancherry​

"Boring, enough hero monologue."

“You’re so stupid.”

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” @slothspaghettiwrites​ ​

“ I don’t want to be saved, I just wanted respect.” @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​

“ Corruption works both ways.” @sparkledfirecracker​

“You’re a fool if you think you can fix me.”

“Sweetheart, I thought this was a man’s world? I thought you knew that by now.”

“Shame, I don’t have time to fuck and kill you now.”

“See you in Hell bastard.” @specialk-18​

“A one man army? I’m flattered.”

“Lemme guess, you’re gonna wear spandex to fight me? Try denim.”

“Throw the first punch then, show me you’re worth antagonizing.”

“ Does this jail cell come with you in a maid’s costume serving me food on Fridays?”

“Honestly, I could steal a coffin.”

“You don’t forget the past, it’s the stepping stone for your revenge silly.”

“Look I appreciate the offer but I don’t screw heroes sexually, however non sexually is a whole other ball park.”

CHARACTERS ( RPF ALLOWED FOR THOSE LISTED ONLY):

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Chris Evans Characters (Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Mr. Frezzy, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea and Jake Jensen)

Jensen Ackles Characters (Dean Winchester, Deanmon, Michael!Dean, Bruce Wayne/Batman, Red Hood)

Danneel Ackles characters (Rachel Gatina and Anael)

Ben Barnes Characters (Billy Russo and General Kirigan)

Pedro Pascal Character (Javier Pena, Agent Whiskey )

Jeffery Dean Morgan Characters (John Winchester and Negan)

Michael B. Jordan (Kilmonger)

Poison Ivy

Ursula

#She Wants Revenge Challenge #Yas hosts a challenge !!

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here we go again, my September fic rec list 🍂 as always please make sure you check the warnings for each individual fic before reading. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ and the majority of these fics contain adult themes. 

Make sure you give these incredible writer’s some love and reblogs because they deserve the damn world! Hope you enjoy these as much as I did 💖

Bucky Barnes

*The match by @babyboibucky (CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Toxic love by @gogolucky13 (70spornstar!Bucky Barnes x 70spornstar!f!Reader, 70spornstar!Bucky Barnes x 70spornstar!f!Reader x 70spornstar!Sam Wilson)

*Stark hub: The soldier by @world-of-aus (Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader)

*A scarred enigma by @tuiccim (Bucky Barnes x OC Lexa Green)

Three and an infinity by @thefallenbibliophilequote (Bucky x Reader)

*Take my breath by @buckycuddlebuddy (dilf!neighbor!pornstar!bucky barnes x reader)

*Bride of soldat by @vampy-doll (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Remind me by @navybrat817 (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

Bonnie & Clyde 2.0 by @little-diable (Biker!Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Lure by @bccky (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

*Personal trainer by @buckybarneschokeme (PT!Bucky x reader)

Undercurrent by @trashmenofmarvel (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Over & over by @mrwinterr (Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader)

Selfish by @metalbuckaroo (dbf!bucky x f!reader)

Bucky Barnes / Steve Rogers ✨

Don't you want me by @summerofsnowflakes

Loves eternal kiss by @jobean12-blog (Stucky x reader)

Sam Wilson ✨

What you wanted by @honeysugarcoves (semi-dark!sam wilson x reader)

In a garden of wilted flowers by @ambrosiase (sam wilson x fem!reader)

Tangled (in these sheets, in your arms) by @babycap (sam wilson x fem!reader)

Andy barber ✨

My sanctuary, you're holy to me by @jamalflanagan (Andy Barber x woc!reader)

Easily distracted by @jobean12-blog (Andy Barber x reader)

Bucky Barnes / Steve Rogers / Sam Wilson ✨

Come to and agreement by @swtbbybarnes (Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x reader x Sam Wilson)

Jake Jensen / Andy Barber ✨

*A different kind of love by @river-soul (Alpha!Andy x Omega!Reader x Beta!Jake)

Bucky Barnes / Steve Rogers / Billy Russo / frank Castle ✨

The Geneva bed and breakfast convention by @tuiccim (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader x Frank Castle x Billy Russo)

Ransom Drysdale / Ari Levinson ✨

A very bad idea by @the-iceni-bitch (Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP) x Ari Levinson)

Ari Levinson ✨

A promised threat by @geminixevans (CEO!Ari Levinson x Black Reader)

Steve Rogers ✨

Where he belongs / don't f*ck with the queen by @angrythingstarlight (Beefy Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader)

*Always on my mind by @the-iceni-bitch (dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!reader)

Eucharist by @mypoisonedvine (priest!Steve Rogers x reader)

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18 (Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader)

*After the rain by @sweetlyscared (King!Steve Rogers x Princess!Reader, one sided Bucky x Princess!Reader)

Fill me up by @jtargaryen18 (Steve Rogers x reader)

Subtitles by @holacia2 (Steve Rogers x Spanish speaker!reader)

*Time to run by @syntheticavenger (Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Ransom Drysdale ✨

*Exposed kisses by @holacia2 (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

Sweater weather by @jobean12-blog (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

Lee Bodecker ✨

Please me by @gogolucky13 (Lee Bodecker x f!Reader)

Chris Beck

Quitting time by @navybrat817 (Chris Beck x female reader)

Andy Barber / Ari Levinson ✨

Peach by @geminixevans (Ari Levinson x Black Reader x Andy Barber)

Andy Barber / Frank Adler ✨

*Moments silence by @syntheticavenger (Dark! Andy Barber x Female Reader & Frank Adler x Female Reader)

Andy Barber / Ransom Drysdale ✨

The deals we make by @river-soul (Andy Barber x Reader x Ransom Drysdale)

Andy barber / Ari Levinson / Ransom Drysdale ✨

*Necessary arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

Curtis Everett ✨

*Wilford's demands by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork (Curtis Everett x reader)

#fic recs #september fic recs #bucky barnes #steve rogers #andy barber #ransom drysdale #curtis everett #jake jensen #lee bodecker #sam wilson #ari levinson #chris beck

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𝘽.𝘽. – Smut

mostly PWP; one shots, drabbles and headcanons.

Read the warnings for each fic.

Organized by author.

← 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Kin

Losing Count

[Nosy] [Posey] - secret relationship

@angrythingstarlight -

A Job Well Done

A Party For Two - beefy!biker bucky

Bouncer!Bucky

[Call in Sick] - bucky barnes x reader, boss!andy barber [Disciplinary Action] - bucky barnes x reader, andy barber x reader

Cool you down, Heat you up - fireman!bucky

Erase Every Trace - tfatws!bucky

Jiggle for Me

Lessons in Exercise - beefy!bucky

[What A Peach] [The Review]

Pick A Hand, Any Hand

Pierced Through and Through - mile high club, tfatws!bucky

Ride Me, Sweetheart

Take a seat

Three Whole Days - beefy biker!bucky

@avintagekiss24 -

belated - mob au

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - main pairing steve x reader, andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader, gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals

@bucksfucks -

[clandestine] [harmony] - neighbours

ménage à trois - fuckboy!bucky, professor!steve, college au

someone like me - dadsbestfriend!bucky

stress relief - librarian!bucky x college!reader

sweet & salty - fuckboy!biker!bucky, past fuckboy!ransom x reader

tiny - beefy!bucky

when world's collide - roommate!bucky x reader x mickey henry

@buckycuddlebuddy - pour some sugar on me - rockstar!bucky, virgin!reader

@chrissquares -

Good Girl

New Obsession

@cockslut-padalecki - When Daddy's Not Around - dad's best friend!bucky

@feral-dumbass - Dream a Little Dream of Me

@kinanabinks -

brother’s best friend - brother's best friend!bucky

Perv

Sinners [1] [2]

@mrwinterr - Over & Over - pornstar au

@mypoisonedvine -

Double Take - bucky barnes x reader, charles blackwood x reader

hooking up with alt!bucky

@navegandoaciegas - Priest!Bucky Masterlist

@navybrat817 -

Overtime - jake jensen x reader, bucky barnes x reader

Sex on Legs

@nsfwsebbie - you better not shout, better not cry. - dark, dark!sebastian stan x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, dark!lee bodecker x reader, dark!charles blackwood x reader, dark!chris evans x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!ransom drysdale x reader, dark!andy barber x reader.

@ozarkthedog - Pre●dic●a●ment

@sagechanoafterdark - Spontaneous

@sweeterthanthis - [Something Old, Something New] [Beg For Daddy] [The Pure and The Poison] - stepdad!bucky

@the-iceni-bitch - Hard to Handle - avenger!reader, steve x reader x bucky

@world-of-aus - Stark Hub - pornstar au

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes smut #Bucky Barnes fic rec #fic reccomendations #Bucky Barnes fanfic #Bucky Barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #smut #smut fic rec #smut fic recs #Bucky Barnes x you #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #the winter soldier fanfiction #the winter soldier #Bucky Barnes au