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[witchywithwhiskey]

slasher summer masterlist

summerween is over, and so is my slasher summer writing challenge. as promised, here's the masterlist of all entries in the challenge (if yours is missing, please DM me!)

thank you to everyone who participated, as well as all readers who liked, reblogged and commented on the fics!! i loved getting to read everyone's stories and see what y'all did with the prompts. you're all so creative and lovely—thank you again!!!

for readers, please heed the warnings on each individual post below, your media consumption is your responsibility. and please make sure to show your support of the writers by reblogging their work!!!

When He First Got Me by @buckets-and-trees

pairing: soft!dark and rough Nomad!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader summary: Prequel in the Exiled Nomad Series. July 3, 2017. Steve sees you at a city festival for the Fourth of July, but he's not content with only seeing…

Dirty Little Secret by @buckys-wintersoldier

pairing: Professor!Ari Levinson x Student!Female!Reader summary: You share a dirty little secret with your professor.

In the Woods by @thezombieprostitute

pairing: James Mace x Female!Reader x Chris Beck summary: Using the prompts: Summer Camp; Sex in the Woods; You know how girls love to scream

Not A Common Storm by @nekoannie-chan

pairing: Steve Rogers x Agent of HYDRA!Reader summary: You and Steve are trapped in a storm, what would happen?

Once Upon A Friendship by @steviebbboi

pairing: Childhood Bestie!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader summary: Growing up together, you and Steve were inseparable. Where did it all go wrong?

Rosa by @perdidosbucky-yyo

pairing: Best Friend!Steve Rogers x Plus Size! Female!Reader summary: Trapped in a prison of your husband and your mother’s expectations, your only comfort is the ghost in your garden, haunted by the memory of your best friend. You thought you would never see him again but when he unexpectedly returns home from the war after 12 years, you’re not prepared for what’s to come.

A Night of Frights & Delights by @elixirfromthestars

pairing: Athlete!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Reader summary: It’s Friday the 13th and the college kids in town decided to host a weekend camping trip on the outskirts of town. Your best friend convinced you to go much to your reluctance. What could go wrong when the one guy you can’t stand is also there?

Sweet and Slashy Summer Saturdays by @buckets-and-trees

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Female Reader summary: A first date with your neighbor Bucky Barnes.

Fool Me Once… by @dc418writes

pairing: Ari Levinson x BlackReader, Pete Brenner x BlackReader summary: Who knew grudges could be so deadly?

Slasher by @witchywithwhiskey

pairing: DARK Horror Movie Villain!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader summary: Somehow, you end up in your favorite old horror movie, and you decide to take the opportunity to fulfill one of your fantasies—you're gonna fuck the villain, Bucky Barnes.

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Dipped in Guilt

✨Pairing✨: firefighter!Curtis Everettxblack!reader (+ a few special guests)

Summary🪄: Tis the season for drama and pain

⚠️: bit of angst, lil fluff, teensy bit of a suggestive content, language (one word though), mention of death and mourning

A/N🎙️: So this is a bit of a sneak peak (in the form of a cute Christmas imagine☺️) to a new story I’ve been thinking about and I hope you guys like it!

*Disclaimer!: although collage is made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP to pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest*

A smile curls along your lips entering the fire station bustling with foster children of all ages. The group of teens and older kids sat on the leather couch focused on their respective characters racing in karts up on the flatscreen. The smaller ones either running around or playing with their toys on the glossy floor.

“Let’s see if we can find your dad, huh Finn?,” you state gently bouncing the quiet one-year-old in your arms. He’s busy being entranced by the hanging lights and other decorations around the pristine and shining station. Drool dripping to his t-shirt while he gnaws on his tiny fingers and occasionally reaches with his free hand towards the twinkling Christmas tree.

“Looking for someone?,” a voice asks making you quickly turn around to the slender man with movie star good looks dressed as an elf.

His charming smile was inviting along with his bright blue eyes gazing down at you - and along your body. You couldn’t help but do the same as his forest green costume left nothing to the imagination when it came to his toned arms and legs.

“Um yea, Curtis actually.”

“Hm, now that can’t be right. You said Curtis, but I know you’re looking for me,” he smirks.

“Uh huh..and who are you?,” you playfully ask.

“Johnny Storm, but everyone calls me Torch.”

“Why Torch?”

“Because everywhere I go, I tend to leave a mark,” he winks causing a bashful curl of your lips as you embarrassingly struggle for your next words.

“Y/N!,” Ari greets in an elf suit of his own that struggles but somehow stays intact over his burly form. His hand claps Johnny on the shoulder before jostling him a bit as if it’s a signal or message only meant for him. “Nice to see you and little man.”

“Hi Ari! Have you seen Curtis around?”

“Towards the back helping pack up gifts. He too is an overgrown elf so you can’t miss him.”

“Oh okay thanks. I guess we’ll see you guys later,” you smile securing Finn’s diaper bag on your shoulder before turning to walk away.

“Call if you need me,” Johnny calls after you with a tilted smile. His shoulder gets another firm squeeze making him painfully groan. “What?!”

“Not her, alright?”

“And why not?”

“That’s Curtis’s nanny, so lay off. For him,” Ari lowly whispers.

“What? Afraid the old man can’t handle some friendly competition?,” Johnny smirks once more puffing his chest. It only makes Ari chuckle though.

“Look Storm, you can have any other woman in this town just not that one. Now I warned you once. Next time it may not be me in your face.”

-

Boots clicking along the floor, you eventually find Curtis lifting two little girls - one in each arm - to grab two candy canes from the ornately decorated Christmas tree covered in gleaming ornaments. All of them smiling as the girls giggled while being gently placed back down.

“Santa wanted me to make sure you two got those. They’re specially made with extra sugar since he said you’re so sweet.”

“Thank you!,” they cheerily reply before running to join their friends as they squealed about Santa and his helper.

Having his back to you, it’s impossible not to gaze at the muscles in his back moving as he placed donated gifts in a large, Santa-like sack. His biceps and triceps bulging so, you just knew the sleeves would rip soon.

“The ears honestly aren’t a bad look,” you joke making him turn towards you and baby Finn. His expression not exactly what you were expecting though, looking as if you weren’t supposed to be there.

“Y/N..what are you doing here?”

“Jake told us about the toy drive and how the crew’s families always come too for help and support. I thought we’d surprise you and try to contribute.”

“You didn’t have to,” he shortly replies taking the small gift bags from your hand after bending down to kiss his son’s chubby cheek. He eagerly wiggles in response with a wide smile displaying his incoming tooth, making Curtis briefly smile.

“I know, but Finn wanted to see his dad,” you grin kissing his palm that reaches for your hoop earring. “Plus with Santa being here, I figured you guys could take your pictures.”

“What if I didn’t want him to take pictures?” Luckily no one was around to feel how tense the air was becoming. Witness your mood noticeably fall and how foolish you currently felt.

“W-Well you talked about how she wanted it to be a tradition so-,”

“You took it upon yourself to try and set it up, rather than waiting on me - his father - to do so when I wanted it done,” he interrupts in a tone so berating you can feel the tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “You’re the nanny Y/N, not his mother!”

His words hit deeper than you expected, feeling a crack climb down the center of your heart that steals your breath. You knew you weren’t Finn’s mother. You were just trying to help.

“We’ll just go back home then,” you speak barely above a whisper. “S-Sorry if I overstepped.” A squeak of an apology leaves your lips again nearly bumping into Steve trying to escape the station as quickly as you could. And mentally swearing never to come again along the way.

His crystalline blues sympathetically watch you maneuver through the crowd of kids before shifting to his crew mate with hands resting on his hips. “Curtis-,”

“Stay out of it Steve,” he gruffly replies concerned with filling the second sack.

“She doesn’t deserve to be treated like that! And we both know your little attitude isn’t about some dumb picture!”

Turning around, Curtis’s stance is poised for a fight whether started or finished by him. His nostrils flare blowing warm air on Steve - equally frustrated - as the two men stand in each other’s personal space with glares that would have the toughest faltering.

“You don’t want her here because then you have to face your true feelings. No more playing cute inside the safety of your home and pretending it’s something else in public. And what’s even more messed up, is she doesn’t even know that’s the real reason behind all this. Probably thinks you hate her when all she’s trying to do is help you and your son.”

“You don’t know shit Rogers,” Curtis grits.

“You’re wrong Curtis and you know it,” he states before walking off to help with clean up and leaving Curtis with your glossy eyes stuck in his mind.

-

Everything’s silent and dark when he enters his home. After finishing packing up gifts for each foster home that came, sweeping crumbs, and discarding cups left on tables, he didn’t make it back until a little after nine. He saw you put Finn to bed via the baby monitor linked to his phone before tidying up his toys from the living room and the dishes left in the sink.

The past few weeks, you’d made it a habit to wait up for him - which always had a smile creeping along his face when he was in the confines of his room. It might sound crazy, but it made his house feel like a home again.

Made that hole in his heart a little more bearable knowing someone was waiting for him.

However tonight, you’re body isn’t snuggled under a blanket watching some Hallmark movie. Or reading a book that has your attention in such a stronghold, you get startled realizing he’s standing beside you with an amused grin. You’re more than likely in your room actively avoiding him, and he can’t blame you.

Boots lightly thudding against the carpeted floor, he pauses seeing the light from your lamp glow under your door to the hall. Your faint sniffles making him sigh to himself, wondering if he should just leave you alone and try this again later.

“Y/N,” his knuckles lightly knock against your door, “can we talk?”

At first there’s only silence, which he took as your answer. Again, he couldn’t fault you for your choice.

He was nearly ready to walk away when your door slowly opened to reveal your eyes tinted red - along with the tip of your nose. “She must’ve tried to wash it all away while I was waiting,” he thinks.

“Thought we talked enough at the station,” you reply opening the door wide enough so he could come in.

Maybe he should’ve saved this for the morning, or just stayed on the other side of the door. You standing there in those tiny plaid pajama shorts that fell just below your butt cheeks and called attention to your model-esque legs were only made to distract him. And not to mention your matching white tank that did nothing to conceal your chest and nipples poking through just begging to be kissed, licked, and plucked. He needed to get this out now before he combusts.

“Y/N, I’m-,”

“What did I do to make you hate me so much?,” you ask with more tears threatening to spill over. “Did I say something? O-Or not do something?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then what? Because I’m really trying my best here Curtis.”

“I know you are.” He steps closer shutting the door behind him.

“M-Maybe I shouldn’t have moved in. Or you just need to look in a different-,”

You’re unable to finish your sentence as his palms find your cheeks bringing your mouth to his. His tongue caressing yours and lips moving with so much passion and vigor you can’t help but moan leaning into him more. How were his movements so gentle - his left hand drifting down to grip your hip and somehow twisting your body so you were sat on your vanity - yet making you heat from the inside out? Making you addicted already as your fingers clutched the front of his gray tee not ever wanting to let go.

Wait..no this was wrong. The small part of your brain not clouded by fuzzy haze remembered the words he spat at you. His tone that made you feel like a scolded child. He couldn’t treat you like that then kiss you as if he were a soldier home from war.

You wouldn’t let him play with your emotions or body like that.

“Stop,” you whisper out of breath; pushing away with your hand now pressed to the front of his throat. Your doe-like brown eyes try to search his for some type of answers, but you’re just left confused. “You can’t just come and-,”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he breathes stealing a peck from your tingling lips. You tried turning your face to dodge his second attempt, but his mouth was like a crimson flame flickering beautifully in the darkness of night. And yours the unfortunate moth unable to turn away. “It’s just..I’m frustrated with myself. I’m still supposed to be mourning. Stay loyal to my wife…but every day I spend with you, that sadness goes away. The obligation to sit and sulk disappears along with the little things about her, like her smell and whether she liked tea or coffee more. It’s all being taken up by you..a-and I don’t mind.”

You wipe the tears from his cheeks and lush beard trying to keep your own at bay. It’s proven difficult, hearing his broken sobs as his head falls to your shoulder whispering apology after apology into your skin. Instinctively, your hand rubs along his back kissing along the top of his head trying to calm his cries. But what more could you say to this man who just confessed his feelings for you that were overshadowed by guilt?

“Would…would it be better if I-?,”

“No, don’t leave,” he sniffs one final time before lifting his head. His right fist on the painted wood while his left hand found the side of your neck with thumb running along your jaw. “Finn needs you. I need you.”

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[hellishjoel]

HOT DILF SUMMER CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

hot dilf summer challenge post

☼ outage by @taeslarityy (dilf joel miller x curvy f!reader)

☼ the dilf's prayer by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer (dilf joel miller x reader)

☼ neighbors with benefits masterlist by @joelswritingmistress (dilf joel miller x f!reader)

☼ dirty laundry by @taeslarityy (dark dilf dave york x f!reader)

☼ who's your daddy? by @gutsby (dilf stepdad!joel x f!reader)

☼ nothing like some neighborly love by @tofics (dilf joel miller x f!reader)

☼ wedding crashers by @yxtkiwiyxt (dilf joel miller x f!reader)

☼ a neighbor in need by @auteurdelabre (dilf joel miller x f!reader)

☼ take the heat away, make the girl stay by @noceurous (dilf dave york x f!reader)

☼ this could have been an email by @auteurdelabre (dilf dave york x f!reader)

☼ daddy's girl by @clawdeewritesfanfic ( dilf dbf!tim rockford x f!reader)

☼ guilty pleasure by @for-a-longlongtime (dilf dbf!joel miller x reader)

☼ welcomed distraction by @dc418writes (dilf dbf!frankie morales x reader)

☼ never made it as a wise man by @almostempty (dilf joel miller x f!reader)

☼ like tiramisu by @coquettepascal (dilf joel miller x f!reader)

☼ you'll just have to taste me by @thetriumphantpanda (dilf joel miller x f!reader)

☼ i'd like to... by @ak-vintage (dilf din djarin x plus size f!reader)

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Shadows and Starlight✨🎄♥️

Character: Husband!Simon Riley (Ghost) x Black!Reader.

Word Count: 500+.

"A Season of Love Christmas Series 🎄♥️"

The quiet hum of the heater filled the room, mingling with the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the window. It was the kind of serene, peaceful morning you rarely got to enjoy, and for once, you’d slept deeply, cocooned in the warmth of the heavy blanket and the presence of the man beside you.

Or so you thought.

You stirred, reaching out instinctively, but the bed was cold and empty. A soft sound—almost imperceptible—came from somewhere nearby, setting your senses on alert. Years of being with Simon had trained you to notice even the faintest disturbances.

“Simon?” you called, your voice low and groggy.

“Right here, love.” His deep, familiar voice rumbled from across the room.

You turned to see him standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. He was still dressed in his signature black hoodie and sweatpants, but his ever-present mask was nowhere to be seen. The sight of his uncovered face—something you still weren’t used to, even after all this time—made your breath catch.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice still thick with sleep.

He stepped into the room, the corner of his mouth quirking into a small smile. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d get a head start on making the morning a bit more special.”

Your gaze flicked to his hands, where he held a tray with two mugs of tea, a small plate of biscuits, and… a small, neatly wrapped package.

“Simon Riley,” you said, sitting up and narrowing your eyes playfully. “What are you up to?”

He set the tray down on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed, his broad frame making the mattress dip slightly. “Figured we’d start Christmas morning off right,” he said, his voice softer now. He handed you one of the mugs before carefully placing the gift in your lap.

You glanced up at him, your heart already melting. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

His lips twitched into a smirk. “I wanted to. Now open it.”

You tore the paper carefully, revealing a small velvet box. Your heart thudded as you opened it to find a delicate silver bracelet, the charm shaped like a shield.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your fingers brushing over the intricate detail of the charm.

Simon shifted slightly, his gaze steady but vulnerable as he spoke. “I’ve spent most of my life being someone people need protection from. But with you… I just want to protect you. To make sure you’re safe. This felt… fitting.”

Your chest tightened, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes. “Baby…”

He reached out, his hand warm and steady as he brushed a curl from your face. “You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have—a reason to come home. You’re my safe place, love. My light.”

You couldn’t speak, overwhelmed by the quiet intensity of his words. Instead, you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. He held you tightly, his strong arms enveloping you in a way that made you feel untouchable, invincible.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” you murmured against him.

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, the shadows of the past giving way to the light of the moment—your moment. Together.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, my babies! MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄♥️!!

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ahhhh thank you so much for reading!!! i love hurting hearts in a good way 🤭💓

They Can't Take What's Ours

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: You overhear some people talking about your and Andy’s relationship and you don't want Andy seeing that it bothered you, but he's too attentive. 

Warnings: Age gap, established relationship, terrible coworkers, hurt/comfort-type vibes, sooo soft. 

Word count: ~2,200

a/n: A lovely anon asked if I could write something inspired by Ours - Taylor Swift so this is my take on that <3

Divider by @.saradika

Your hurried steps come to a pause right outside the door to Andy’s office. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath in, but can’t get yourself to let out more than a few shallow ones. 

Normally you’d be elated to have an excuse to see him for a few seconds in the middle of the day, but you know as soon as you walk in his face will drop. You can only conceal so much from him. He knows you too well and will see your bad day written all over your face, even if you are somehow able to muster a fake smile real quick.

Walk in, grab what you need, and walk out, you tell yourself. 

Someone turning the corner into the hallway you’re stalling in is your final push to finally walk in so no one else passes you and wonders what you’re doing outside his office.

Your eyes are on the ground, but you hear his voice, telling you he’s on the phone. You’re able to let out a discreet breath of relief as you reach for the file you came for and quickly turn to walk back out. 

The doorway is within reach when you hear him tell whoever’s on the other end of the call that he needs to put them on hold for just a moment. 

“Y/N?” 

It’s not like you to be in such a hurry with him. He caught a glimpse of your face and just needs to know you're okay. 

Overly conscious of the fact anyone could be in earshot, you answer with, “Yeah, Mr. Barber?” 

He knows for certain now that something's off since you didn't just use his first name. There’s zero reason for the formality right now. 

You avoid turning back to him, but he’s a step ahead of you, making his way across the room to gently grab you before you can walk out. He swiftly closes the door so there's no chance of anyone seeing you guys. 

“Stay, please,” he asks, letting go of you for just a second so he can step back to his desk to pick the phone back up and let them know he has to call them back. 

He waves his hand for you to follow him into the meeting room connected to his office for a better sense of privacy. 

“What's wrong?” 

The concern lacing his voice makes you feel bad, and you know he'll stand here with you all day if he has to to get something out of you. 

“I'm fine,” is the best you can offer.

You haven't allowed your eyes to meet his once though. He brings a hand up, using his fingers to gently move your head so you're finally looking at him. Your eyes look puffy and your makeup looks different than it did this morning, like some has been rubbed off. 

“Have you been crying?” 

“Can we talk about it later, please?” 

He pauses. He doesn't want to wait until later. He wants to help make you feel better now.

“I promise I'm fine, I just need to get back to work.” 

A small defeated frown tugs at his lips. 

“Okay… Later,” he says softly, but it's stern too. He’ll hold you to that. 

He leans to give you a quick kiss before walking you out, but you turn your face so his lips land on your cheek.

He holds back from pressing it any longer though, following as you walk out so he can open his door for you. 

“Meet me back here later so we can decide where to have dinner tonight?” 

“Sure,” you nod, forcing a small smile before leaving. 

He’s never ready to leave on time, so you walk into his office quietly when you come back at the end of the day, not wanting to interrupt anything. 

“Hey…” You speak softly to get his attention. 

He looks up right away, greeting you with a smile. “Hey, sweetheart.”

His glance lingers, taking in the sight of you looking better than when he last saw you. Your eyes aren’t swollen anymore and you’re not so tensed up.

“I knew you wouldn’t be ready to go yet,” you laugh a little, closing the door behind you before making your way across the room to sit on his lap. 

“You know me so well,” he teases. “I’m almost done, I promise.”

Truthfully, he’s not getting any closer to being done, only pretending to finish up while he waits for you to address the elephant in the room. 

When you don’t say anything, he breaks the silence for you. 

“It’s later… You wanna talk about it?” 

You shake your head, letting out a short laugh. “Not really.”

He has a hand resting on your thigh, holding you in place. He strokes his thumb gently telling you he’s ready to listen. 

“I overheard some people talking about us today when I walked by one of the breakrooms,” you start. 

Finally looking into his eyes, you expect him to start asking questions, but his brows just knit together, waiting for you to go on. 

“About how they don’t get us, assuming I’m somehow using you,” you recall. You wish you would have just walked away, but you couldn’t. “And something about you not being able to date anyone closer to your age because no one older than me would put up with your baggage, or whatever.”

“Who?” He asks quietly, but he sounds serious. “I’ll take care of it–”

“No, please,” you beg softly. “That’ll make it worse.”

“I don’t want anyone around here making you cry.”

“I know,” you chuckle, sniffling a little. “But you doing anything would just give them more to talk about.”

The look on his face softens, and he brings a hand up to wipe a few tears that escaped off your cheeks. 

“It’s not like we’re all over each other. It just caught me off guard to hear anyone talking about us, I guess. I don’t know why they would be…”

You’re both conscious about keeping your relationship private at work. You’re aware that most people probably know you’re together since you come in together and show up to events together. But most days you go without seeing each other at all until you meet like this to go back home at the end of the day.

“Sounds like they need more work to do if standing around talking about other people in the building fits into their schedules…”

“Andy,” you laugh a little, shaking your head at him. “It’s okay. I don’t know why it bothered me so much.”

He lets it go, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead. 

“I know what it’s like to hear people talking behind your back…” He says softly.

Of course he does. Anything you heard is minuscule compared to what he’s probably dealt with before. 

He kisses the sympathetic look off your face. “I know what’ll make you feel better though.”

His hand leaves your leg so he can reach into one of his pockets, pulling out your engagement ring. He only proposed a couple days ago and you haven’t worn your ring at work yet, but you ask him to hold onto it for you so it’s not laying at home. 

“Can I give this back to you?”

“Yes please,” you giggle, holding out your hand for it. 

But he insists on putting it on your finger for you. “Let me.”

You smile at the diamonds glistening back at you, but it quickly fades as you look back up at him. 

“I’m sorry I don’t wear it here yet,” you whisper.

“You don’t have to,” he shakes his head. “It’s okay.”

He knows it’s not insecurity about your relationship. Your yes when he asked you to marry him a few days ago came out faster than he could have ever hoped for. It doesn’t cross his mind to question you over leaving it off just these few hours each day. He knows you like to keep things private, that you’ve never been one to overshare at work. It’s a wonder how he somehow broke through your guarded exterior all those months ago and became such a big part of your life. 

“I love you.” You kiss his cheek and move to get up. “I’ll let you finish up.”

“No, this can wait,” he says, quickly tidying up his desk, and gets up behind you. “Let’s get out of here.”

Your hand instinctively finds his, intertwining your fingers as you walk out together. You freeze for a split second though. “Oh– We didn’t decide on dinner…”

“I got it figured out,” he assures, giving your hand a squeeze to keep you walking. 

The car is quiet as he drives, your exhaustion from the day setting in now that you've gotten away from work. You let your heavy eyelids fall closed, only as a means of resting your eyes, but the way you jump when you feel Andy’s hand on your shoulder, you figure you did accidentally fall into a light sleep. 

“We’re here.” He gently shakes your shoulder before getting out of the car so he can walk around to open your door for you. 

You kind of knew where he was taking you based on the direction he headed when you left work. 

Luckily, he and you share a favorite restaurant. You frequent it as often as you can, the staff always joking that you're keeping them in business each time you walk in the door. 

You know something is up when the hostess at the front doesn't walk you to a table though.

“I know where we're going,” Andy winks at her and she just smiles, laughing at the questioning look you flash at each of them. 

He swaps which hand he's using to hold yours so his other can rest on your lower back as he guides you to one of the secluded corners. None of the tables are being used except one that’s set nicely with some candles and already has glasses of water and appetizers on it. 

“Is this for us?” 

Andy laughs at how you do that thing again where you stop in your tracks and he gets tugged back too because he's holding your hand. 

“How did you do this?” 

“I asked them very nicely and promised a lot of big tips for everyone who helped set it up,” he explains, pulling you closer to wrap his arms around you. “I called shortly after you were in my office earlier. I just wanted a nice evening alone with you.” 

“You're crazy,” you whisper against his chest, letting out a small laugh. 

“Maybe,” he teases, dropping his hands from your back to grab yours again to bring you to the table. 

You pull him into the same side of the booth with you before he can pretend he doesn't want to. 

As soon as you're settled, a waiter is greeting you guys, helping move the plate and set of silverware on the other side of the table to the side you're both on. 

“Can I get either of you something else to drink?” 

“Uh, yes,” you chuckle, definitely in need of alcohol after the day you had. 

Andy orders a drink too and expects the waiter to walk away right away, but he looks back to you. 

“Could I see your I.D. quick, miss?” 

“Oh! Yeah–” You have to dig through your bag to find it. 

“You don't wanna see mine?” Andy scoffs, joking with him. “What are you saying, man?” 

“I mean, if you wanna show me yours too…” He laughs, holding up his hands as if to say by all means. “But I believe you.” 

“Unbelievable–” 

You playfully swat at Andy. “Leave him alone.”

Reaching across with your card, you tell the guy to ignore the pity party he's throwing.

He likes to joke about these things, but you can tell he goes through small bouts of seriously realizing he's getting older. 

“Don't pout,” you tease, bringing a hand up to his face to physically turn his frown upside down. 

“I'm not,” he grumbles quietly.

He pulls you closer and you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling completely relaxed for the first time today. 

“You know what bothers me the most, right?” You break the moment of silence by reflecting on why you were so upset today. “I thought about it on the way here.” 

“What is it?” 

“It's not about people talking about our relationship,” you shake your head. “I know what we have and it's nobody else’s business. But I hate hearing anyone’s negative thoughts like that about you. You're the nicest, kindest guy and it hurts to hear anyone doubt that or doubt that I'm the luckiest person in the world for being with you.”

“I do have baggage though…” He tries to joke. 

“But that doesn't matter,” you chuckle. “Everyone does.” 

“Don't you worry your pretty little mind about me,” he whispers, turning enough to urge you to lift your head off of him. “I don't care what they say.” 

“I love you,” you smile, leaning to give him a kiss. 

“I love you, too.” 

Tag list: @patzammit @thummbelina @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc @astheskycries @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @la-cey @turtoix @harrysthiccthighss @tvckerlance @rocketrhap3000 @mrspeacem1nusone @murdcox @geminievans1 @doozywoozy @americasass91 @dwights-new-plague @wwwmarissa92 @redhairedfeistynerd @whxre4cevans @aubreeskailynn @white-wolf1940 @melchills-j @xoxabs88xox @before-we-get-started @chrissquares @christowhore @ice-dtae @mariestark @justile @rogersbarber @dilfbarber @livstilinski @payperhearts @vintagestarlight @gitasor @chaeycunty @miss-ariella @bemysugarbean @t-stark35 @seitmai @reginaphalange2403 @raelorns21 @mrsgweasley @pandaxnienke @brandycranby

[beefrobeefcal]

MARRIED JOEL SITS ON YOU September Fic Prompt Challenge

To bid the summer farewell and celebrate the coming of Cuffing Season, I'd like to welcome you to join me in sin & get sat upon by Joel Miller. Don't forget to tag me + use the tag #joel miller sat on me 2024 when you post!

Fics:

Snug by @yopossum

I Found My Place in This World (It's in Your Wake) by @sofmoth

Poolside by @whocaresstillthelouvre

La Comida Esta Hecha Y Hay Que Comer by @timelordfreya

Joel Takes A Strap by @romanarose

Make Daddy Proud by @evolnoomym

Peach and Apple Pie by @pedges-world

be gentle with your soft body by @tinytinymenace

More to Love by @maggiemayhemnj

Sickening Desire by @ace-turned-confused

Softer by @bitchesuntitled

Trial & Error by @dc418writes

Softer by @drewharrisonwriter

A Sunday Kind of Love by @jennaispunk

Married Joel Sits on You by @beefrobeefcal

this is an ever growing list - will be updated as more fics come out!

all about beef

[writing-for-marvel]

For the Stardust Reblog Challenge: Summer Edition hosted by @liraketo

These are all the fics I've read in July. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff I 💧- angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

🔥 Live Now (series) by @world-of-aus

💧💗🔥 Is It a Crime? (series) by @crazyunsexycool

💧 Time After Time (series) by @intrepidacious

🔥😈 Devour (series) by @buckets-and-trees

🔥 Headstrong by @flordeamatista

🔥💗 Be Mine by @/flordeamatista

💧💗 Protecting What’s His by @jobean12-blog

🔥 Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself by @/jobean12-blog

💗 Make A Move! by @/jobean12-blog

🔥 Travelling For Pleasure by @bluehourbucky

💗 Bumblebees and Honeybees by @venusstorm

💗 BeWhat? by @rocketrhap3000

💗🔥 Touch by @mickeyhenrys

💧 You’re not as bad as everyone says you are by @fandoms-writings

💗 Imagine celebrating Christmas with Bucky by @espinosaurusrexex

🔥 Off to the Races by @kittybeansbarnes

💗🔥 Missing You by @nickfowlerrr

💧 Lachrymose by @rookthorne

💗 Cuddles by @theeleggymeggy

💧💗 Not Ur Groupie by @sweetsbfreex

💗 Barbie by @buckyalpine

Steve Rogers

💗 Glitter by @sarahwroteathing

💗 America’s Ass Passes Gas by @/jobean12-blog

🔥 The Sweetest Thing by @wint3r-h3art

😈 Sweet as Cherry Pie by @navybrat817

💗 A Million Reasons by @brandycranby

💗 Beautiful Stranger by @/crazyunsexycool

🔥 Brace Yourself by @atomwritez

🔥 Music to my Ears by @royalsweetteaa

💧💗 Whisper by @redgillan

Stucky

💗🔥 Loving You Means Loving Myself (mini series) by @late-to-the-party-81

🔥 See You Next Shift (series) by @witchywithwhiskey

🔥 Under Covers by @sagechanoafterdark

🔥😈 Fringe Benefits by @biteofcherry

💗 Call Your Boyfriends by @/intrepidacious

Joaquin Torres

💗 A Shared Bond by @blackbat05

💧💗 Home is Wherever I’m With You by @tom-whore-dleston

Andy Barber

💧💗 Andy Barber + nightmare by @babyjakes

💗🔥 New Louboutins by @sstan-hoe

💗 Intertwined by @/intrepidacious

💧💗 Lack of Standing by @/brandycranby

Ari Levinson

💗 What are you gonna do about that? by @worksby-d

💧 Forced proximity meets the one that got away by @/buckets-and-trees

💧💗 Morning After by @dc418writes

💧💗 Pick You Up by @holylulusworld

Nick Fowler

💧💗 A Second Chance (series) by @sebstanwhore

Multiple Characters

🔥 His Girls [Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanoff] by @kinanabinks

🔥 Sweating in the Sheets [Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanoff] by @urmommies--girl

[daddy-ari-levinson]

Now I'm making my disappointed face just because you thought that it was crazy...

Just teasing beautiful...

I think it was destiny then to be family. He's my dog version of myself.

Adopting a dog with Ari 🐕

~ Ft. His princesses 👑 ~

Welcome my beautiful princesses. I'm beyond happy to see that you were excited to do this with me. I appreciate it a lot.

I will explain it again so you don't forget how this will work:

I will make a post in which I will share with all of you 6 pictures and you will vote/helping me. Y'all are welcome to interact with each other, reblogg and comment on it too! The goal is to have fun, to talk with each other and just have a good time. 🤎

Now that's all settled let's beging!

I met six amazing, cute and playful buddies...

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

I Love You 3000 Masterlist

Here is the masterlist that shall be updated whenever a new entry to my writing bonanza gets posted!

If you would like to enter or take park in the exchange you can find all the information here!

All original work belongs to the creators!

PLEASE HEED ALL WARNINGS GIVEN! Your media consumption is your responsibility! If you think something will trigger you, DO NOT READ OR VIEW IT!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Something There - Firefighter!Johnny x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: after a somewhat rocky start you begin to wonder whether there was something between you and Johnny

Warnings: Mention of injury! Mention of Fire emergency! Minor Angst! Fluff!

Burnin' Up Update - Firefighter!Chris x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: A little sneak peak into the future lives of our favourite emegency services couple

Warnings: none

Stay - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Apartment hunting is becoming difficult thanks to Steve's help

Warning: Minor Angst! Fluff!

Lion's Den - SoftDark!Assassin!Curtis Everett x Black!Reader

By @dc418writes

Summary: the mysterious man in the corner booth is gonna make you wish you stayed home

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS!!!, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of adult happy fun times, allusion to reader being held against her will (so dubcon..?? Ish??? 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Not a Nobody - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Revelations occur when fake dating Steve leads you to getting captured

Warning: Kidnapping! Light Angst! Fluff! Brief Mention of Blood!

The Other Side Of The Door - Andy Barber x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Tensions boil over when Andy works late on a tough case

Warnings: Angst! Happy Ending!

Do You Remember? - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @lives-in-midgard

Summary: After Steve almost lost you during a mission he needs to tell you about his feelings for you.

Warnings: light angst, them being on a mission, let me know if I missed anything!

An Angel with a Darkside - Biker!Curtis Everett x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Curtis is a man with a dark side, a side he never showed to you... but now you really wanted it

Warning: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Use of sox toys! Language! Dom!Curtis

Elementary - CEO!Ari Levinson x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Too many shots of tequila plus an insanely attractive boss equals an unforgettable night

Warning: Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! SMUT! 18 + ONLY! Minors DNI!

Bait and Switch - Mob!Curtis Everett x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: A meeting with Curtis 'The Axe' Everett takes a surprising turn

Warnings: Darkish? Mob Dynamics! Arranged Marriage! Language! Guns! Brief Mention of Blood!

A 21st Century Romance - Jake Jensen x Princess!Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: you sneak out of the party meant to find your future husband, only to find your perfect match outside

Warning: Fluff! and some more Fluff!

Triangle - Steve Rogers x Reader

by @nekoannie-chan

Summary: Steve has feelings for two people.

Warnings: Angst! Love Triangle! Fluff!

[brandycranby]

ty for tagging me @krirebr @eulalielatibule @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @bigtreefest 🥰✨️

everyone feel free to decorate my tree and make your own + picrews

(hehe holiday party AU, ik andy's sick of my shit)

no pressure tags @worksby-d @thezombieprostitute @anika-ann @angrythingstarlight @boxofbonesfic @levans44 @dc418writes @scrumptious-delusion @intrepidacious @punemy-spotted @ellethespaceunicorn @needlereads @ghotifishreads @babyjakes @starksbabie @hansensgirl and YOU 🥰🫵🏻

[beefrobeefcal]

MARRIED JOEL SITS ON YOU September Fic Prompt Challenge

We have seven days left in September - if you're planning to participate but aren't sure you'll have it ready in time, please let me know in a DM or an ask. I won't be closing September's just yet, I understand that you can't necessarily control when creativity strikes.

October's has already been announced - Dave York Made Me Believe - and I am feeling some frothy heat coming from the Dave girlies (gn) on this already!

Yours in sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

PS. Thank you to the fine friendos who have already participated!

Snug by @yopossum

I Found My Place in This World (It's in Your Wake) by @sofmoth

Poolside by @whocaresstillthelouvre

La Comida Esta Hecha Y Hay Que Comer by @timelordfreya

Joel Takes A Strap by @romanarose

Make Daddy Proud by @evolnoomym

Peach and Apple Pie by @pedges-world

be gentle with your soft body by @tinytinymenace

More to Love by @maggiemayhemnj

Sickening Desire by @ace-turned-confused

Softer by @bitchesuntitled

Trial & Error by @dc418writes

Softer by @drewharrisonwriter

[chaneajoyyy]

BLACK PANTHER WRITERS WHO (AND THEIR PAGE) ARE STILL ACTIVE (PART 1)

@impremenior

@blackandfair

@youreallyshouldtalkmore

@blackgirloneshots

@blackmarvelfics

@blackmissfrizzle

@blackpantherimagines

@blackpantherimagine

@blackpantherismyish

@blackpanthersmut/imaginembaku

@blackrainboes (search erik killmonger x reader)

@blacksteel-art

@honeyandpeaches

@brownmuse

@brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers

@dashhoney25

@muse-of-mbaku

@cocoflowerss

@cecereads209

@cgotwat ***

@cmonkillmonger

@issajuju-bug

@essaysbyciara

@ctrlsznwrites

@curls-and-crosses

@janelledarling

@daddy-killmonger

@dadinhas-heat

@daughterofyeezus

@dc418writes

@desiraypark

@destinio1

@devnicolee

@dramaqueeenamby

@dreamingoftchalla

@elixirtchalla

@dumbchickwrites

@dynastylnoire

@elixirmixer

@cancerianprincess

@erikismybitch

@eriksjournal

@erikftglitter

@erikkilldispussy

@lostgalaxies

@im5ftbutmythroat66

@shyblackgurl

@shay-iamiam

@forbeautyandlife

@uzumaki-rebellion

***IF I MISSED ANYONE PLEASE HIT MY LINE SO I CAN ADD YOU!!!***

[babyjakes]

RIGHT the VEINS the way it looks when he FLEXES the little GRUNT he lets out while he’s being so big strong buff hrrrmmmphhh 🤧🫠🤤 so glad you get it bestie!! thanks for sharing and supporting me!! ☁️🧸🌈🌷✨

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | harness

pairing | daddy!dom!ari levinson x little!sub!reader

warnings | ddlg and dom/sub dynamics (daddy dom!ari and little sub!reader.) me not knowing anything about handiwork lol. reader struggles to ride. size kink. minimal foreplay (pussy rubbing, nipple play.) reference to rope play. p in v sex, protection unspecified. riding (with help lol.) safeword reminder. mostly sweet praise and encouragement, a little bit of mocking/humiliation tho (he calls reader a whore once.) they come together :D!!! orgasm from penetration. he comes inside. soft sweet reassurance/beginning of aftercare at the end.

an | kind of scared that people might not like this one, but i've had this fantasy for soooo long lol i just had to finally put it out there. something about a big beefy daddy laying back and casually tugging at a rope (WITH BIG ARM BC. I LOVE ARM) as he pleases to fuck his pretty little baby up and down along his cock, ,, it gets to me 🤤 also if you're confused by the logistics of the harness, i made diagrams 😭

thinking about daddy dom ari with his sweet little subby baby who has a hard time riding him (understandably!!)

you're such a good girl, you try so so hard but it's just too much 🥺 you get up there and he's soo huge you can barely take all of him. and even if you do manage to lower yourself all the way down onto his massive length, then you have to find some way to move yourself up and down along him?? poor baby, it's just too difficult 😔

so daddy comes up with a brilliant idea, he's gonna install some very special hardware in the bedroom to help with your little problem

he makes an entire day of it. mapping out the blueprint in a notebook, checking to make sure there's a sturdy ceiling beam overhead, researching the best parts to buy on his laptop as you lay comfortably at his side, snuggling into him

the harness itself he orders online, custom-made for your measurements. you're curious and ask to see, but he wants it to be a surprise. he makes a list of the rest of the parts and takes you with him to the hardware store. you get to ride in the cart as he's picking everything out 🥺

"you excited, baby?" he asks on the way home as you hum along softly to the radio. he's smiling as you nod sweetly, reaching over to brush back your hair. "gonna make sure everything's right for my little girl," he promises. "just gotta be a little patient when we get home, sweetheart. you can watch daddy work if you want"

you're a little intimidated when you see it starting to come together. he installs the eye hook as the system's anchor in the ceiling and puts together the pulley system with the sturdy rope he bought. he sees your wide eyes and comes over to kiss your forehead, promising, "don't worry, baby. it'll all be safe. daddy's making sure of it"

a few days later, the harness arrives in the mail. he brings you to the bedroom and has you undress, helping you into it. it's not too bulky or uncomfortable, but sturdy enough to be safe. your heart melts as you see the baby pink and white accents he chose. "so pretty, daddy!" you cheer as he undresses himself and climbs up to lay in the center of your shared bed

he gets you sitting up on his thighs, facing him. your poor pussy leaks excitedly as your legs are spread by the wide straps wrapped around your upper thighs. "you wanna play with daddy a little, baby?" he prompts as he softly begins to run his fingers over your bare mound

you take his big cock in your hands, teasing gently at it as he works your clit in circles for a bit with his thumb to warm you up. with the other hand, he's adjusting the ropes to make sure they're all untangled and ready for when he wants to strap you in for your first ride 🤠

his dick and your cunt are both twitching in anticipation. ari can see you eyeing the contraption a bit warily. "you're okay, baby," he hums as he brings a hand up to pinch and tweak at one of your nipples, making you whimper. the harness is conveniently designed similarly to a lot of your daddy's rope work, tightening around the breasts and thighs to keep you prone and in place

he waits for some of the apprehension to leave your face. finally asking, "you ready, sweetheart? you gonna let daddy setb you up in your pretty new harness?" your eager nodding is all the convincing it takes

he buckles you in with the safety-grade carabiners, giving the rope a gentle tug as a test. it jerks you up slightly, bouncing you on his legs. he gives you a wide, nearly greedy smile "okay baby, let's get you up on daddy's dick"

he tugs again, helping you up a bit into the air (though your legs are still resting some on the bed below) and moves you over with the other hand to position you over his hardened length. all you have to do is sit in the pretty gear and let your daddy do as he pleases. he positions his tip at your dripping entrance, gently easing you down onto him as he loosens the tension on the rope little by little. you let out such a sweet moan as you're filled to the brim, your eyes rolling back slightly in delight 😍

"shit, princess," ari takes a moment to adjust to your tiny little pussy swallowing him up. he tightens his grip on the rope, his voice low and rumbly, "you gonna be a good girl and let daddy fuck you now? that's it baby, just let daddy do the work"

he tries to go easy to start but part of him can't help it; he's been waiting for this moment for so long. he gives you a few pumps up and down on him at a gentle pace, but the feeling of you bouncing like that so effortlessly and the sight of your mouth falling open as your sweet little cries intensify quickly cause him to start acting with abandon

the system works so well, it looks like it's straight out of a porno. ari lays back, groaning deeply as he jerks at the rope at whatever pace he pleases. the way his arm looks when he flexes is so 😮‍💨each tug bounces your perfect form against him, your poor insides aching in pleasure as he rams right up against your ceiling

"d-... d-... daddy!" you sob, your little hands flailing a bit as you grow increasingly overwhelmed by his forceful pace

his eyes flash with a hint of satisfaction at your adorable undoing. "c'mon baby, you can take it. remember your word," he reminds you as he uses his free hand to gather both of your wrists and secure them tightly behind your back. you're left completely helpless, nothing but a living, breathing toy for your daddy to use

"d-daddy, it's s-so much... 'm gonna..." he's grinning wider as he sees your impending orgasm; it's rare for you to come from penetration alone

"oh are you, sweetheart? are you gonna be a good little whore and come for daddy? such a dirty girl, getting off on daddy fucking you like this"

"mmmhhh.... d-daddy!!" you're squealing as you squeeze down on his slippery cock. the sight of you coming like this nearly sends him over the edge, he quickens his pace, tugging more forcefully at the rope to bounce your poor little pussy over him faster

"fuck, baby. daddy's gonna come," he growls, tightening his grip on your wrists as his face contorts with concentration. "you want me to fill you up, princess? want daddy to come in that sweet baby cunt of yours?"

"y-yes please, daddy! please, please fill me up! please, want your come!!"

he lets go of the rope just in time, letting you slam down against him as he hits his peak. he grabs your waist to hold you firmly in place as his seed shoots up into you, your walls fluttering in sync with his dick's throbbing

when you both start to come down, you slump forward onto your big daddy bear 😮‍💨he's rubbing your back, whispering so sweetly in your ear, "good girl, so good for me, baby. so proud'a you, did so well. i'm here, sweet girl. daddy's here"

hmmm yeah i don't even care if no one else is into this, this is MY dream scenario let me have it 😭😭

[geminixevans-stan]

Soulful Hoeliday Collective

MasterList

Naughty or Nice by @specialk-18

Inked in love: Christmas Time by @maroonsunrise83

Bucky Ride by @princessphilly

A Midgardian Christmas by @princessphilly

Baby it’s cold outside by @princessphilly

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause by @sunshinexsin

Another Lonely Christmas by @ramp-it-up

Say Yes by @dc418writes

Sam Saw Mommy by @fineanddandy

The Proposal by @motioneverlasting

Mistletoe by @boxofbonesfic

Welcome home, Papa by @teegoistic

All I want for Christmas is you by @jamalflanagan

[berberriescorner]

WIP game

Thanks for tagging me @sheabuttahwrites 💕.

rules: share the last line of your latest wip and tag as many people as there are words.

I'm currently working on two different wip's, so I'll include the last line for them both.

WIP Title (Rio x Black Reader): "Are You Listening?"

last line:

“Keep running that smart ass mouth, I’m gon’ fill it up.”

WIP Title (Chris Evans x Black Plus Sized Reader):

"Clear A Bitch"

last line:

(readers complete thought)

This bitch is testing my patience right now. Do not react, Y/N! Out of respect for your husband, don’t do it. He’s trying to ignore her the best he can.

Are the last lines giving or nah 👀?! I would love feedback💓. Still have a few titles left for snippets with the previous wip game listed here.

tagging: @lemmewritesomeish @afriendlyblackhottie​ @breanime @drabbles-mc @brattyfics @nightlywords7 @honeydulcewrites @crimsonheart01 @dc418writes @superhoeva and anyone else who would like to participate🥰.

[sparkledfirecracker]

And if you can’t wait and need a trucker!Ari in your life immediately - the ever so lovely @dc418writes has a fabulous trucker!Ari, I know this, because they so kindly participated in my writing challenge last year. Sweet as can be, not set in the 80’s, but still an amazing story and worth a read.//

Thanks for the recommendation, i'll def check this story and her profile

I can't wait for your story tho

-🐰

Anytime lovely!

We’ll see how it works out, if it does 😅!