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[klirk-hammurton]

Kirk with his buzz cut just does something to me 🥵🥵🥵

[dangertoozmanykids101]

Toozmanykids Writing Prompt

OMG. I am laughing so hard that I don't even remember why I opened YouTube this morning in the first place. This John Mulaney short automatically started playing and immediately I knew it had to be a Writing Prompt for today. Right??? At least a drabble?

Here. I'll start.

Unfortunately, no smut. It was going to be quick and funny quips at each other, yet I don't think it turned out that way by the time I got done. BUT AT LEAST THIS PROMPT GOT ME WRITING! RIGHT? Now it's your turn, y'all!

SUMMARY: No smut. Just Avengers getting on each other's nerves. Not as funny as it should've been. Damnit.

No warnings.

Word count: 730

Do you believe in ghosts?

The Quinjet had been circling for hours a ways off shore, low to the water to avoid detection, while two dozen of Tony's surveillance drones quietly searched miles of coastline for the mission's target. Four friendly neighborhood Avengers waited patientły impatiently aboard, going stir crazy quicker than anyone would admit.

The silence was thick and tense, but far more preferable to the alternative.

"Hey Mr. Stark—"

"Don't. Just don't," Tony cut off the eager new Avenger. The other two passengers groaned at the sound of Peter's voice. Again.

"But—"

"I swear if you ask me one more 'Would You Rather...?' question, I will rip Charlotte's Web right out of your insides, wrap you up into a perfect spider snack, and feed you to that starving pig."

"Geezus, Tony. Wilbur would never have eaten Charlotte," Natasha pretended to placate Tony, not even attempting to hide her smirk.

"No. No. It's not another 'Would You Rather...?' question, I promise. I got that message loud and clear the second time Miss Romanoff held a blade to my throat." Peter's hand travelled up to his throat while his other waved at Tony in surrender.

Natasha gave Peter a tiny wink when he glanced over his shoulder and offered her a sheepish and awkward smile.

"I told you, she doesn't joke when she's holding a knife," Tony cautioned again.

"Yes, she does! All the time."

"The kid's right, Tony," Natasha admitted. "I prefer to stay unpredictable."

"So Mr. Stark," Peter quickly changed the subject, still gently rubbing his neck. "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Of course I do," Tony answered without hesitation or even a glance away from the computer screen.

"Seriously? Even after all we've seen?" Peter moved forward, leaning closer to Tony.

Natasha spun her chair to face Tony and gave him her full attention as well. "Yeah, Tony. Seriously?"

"Especially after all we've seen. I'm surprised at you two. How can you not?"

"Have you ever seen a ghost, Mr. Stark?"

"That's a ridiculous question," still not looking away from his computer screen.

"Why is it ridiculous? Have you?"

"Oh damn," slamming his hands onto his knees. "I knew I was forgetting something. I'm so sorry." Sitting up straighter, Tony turned his chair toward the back of the jet and shouted, "Hey Manchurian Candidate! I guess I never properly introduced you to the team."

In the far back end of the jet, camouflaged within the shadows wearing all black combat armor, the fourth passenger hadn't said a single word since boarding. He sat slouched in his seat, arms crossed over his chest, and knees spread wide above huge heavy black steel tipped boots polished to a shine, reflecting the only light in the tailend to infiltrate his shadows. His face was hidden by shaggy brown hair and a well worn baseball cap pulled down low.

"Baby Spider and the Spider Queen are your chippy little cohorts today if we ever spot this asshole and can touch down. Spidey friends, may I present our very own paranormal soldier, Sergeant Bucky Barnes."

"High-fucking-larious, Stark. Now fuck off," Bucky grumbled, pulling the bill of his hat even farther down over his face to look like he was napping.

"Holy shit! I didn't even know he was on board. How did I not sense him?" Peter shouted.

"That's my point, kid," Tony said. "He must be a ghost. Think about it. There's no other answer. He's straight up Jacob Marley, but missing the heavy chains with a door knocker for a nose."

They all burst into laughter - all but Bucky who grumbled some more.

After about an hour or so, Peter walked to the back of the jet and cautiously sat down next to Bucky.

The soldier didn't say anything; he didn't move; he didn't even look to be breathing.

Leaning toward him, Peter softly asked him, "You're not really a ghost, are you sir?"

"I have no idea," Bucky answered flatly and with finality.

Peter's eyes widened, more unsure of his beliefs after that cryptic non-answer than he was before he asked.

"Oh... Yes, sir," Peter said as he retreated back to his chair next to Tony.

Silence hung heavily in the Quinjet after that.

Finally.

Bucky gave Natasha a wink at one point when their eyes met. Eventually Peter would ask more questions, but they enjoyed the silence as long as it lasted.

The End.

It's a new year, and I'm going to be push myself harder to actually post. Good, bad, stupid, or slutty - I'm gonna post stuff anyway. This will be the year of drabbles, false starts, unfinished stories, and plots that go nowhere.

JUST WRITE AND POST, TOOZ!

JUST WRITE AND POST—OFTEN!

My drabble here didn't turn out the way I had planned, but I can see this idea take a fun turn if Bucky actually is a ghost. He could be!!!

He could be trapped on Earth and tethered to his super soldier body that won't decay. At least MOST of the missions Hydra sent him on were to kill other bad guys. Right?

Tony had some other theories too. But it's 3am and now I don't remember what his theory was. Grrrrr.

Anyone else looking for some inspiration?

@nildespirandum @ladyoftheteaandblood @caffiend-queen @redfoxwritesstuff @so-easy-to-love-me @acidcasualties @americasass81 @jtargaryen18 @alexakeyloveloki @devikafernando @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes @nonsensicalobsessions @latent-thoughts @mastreworld @talklokitome @wolfsmom1 @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @holymultiplefandomsbatman @muddyorbs @fictive-sl0th @villainousshakespeare @liminalpebble @jobean12-blog

I really hope to post more this year. I'm serious. AND I'll do an actual tag list. Please confirm if you want to see my stuff or prefer that I leave you alone. You are not required to listen to my drivel for me to still love reading from your blog. I promise. Honest. Just let me know.

[phoenixrising0308]

An American in Cordonia: Maneater

Books: The Royal Romance 1

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings in this chapter: 🍋

Pairing: Liam x Jessica Garcia (MC)

An American In Cordonia Series premise: A New Yorker seeking adventure and love finds herself living abroad to competing for the hand of a man who will become King. When things don’t go according to plan they enter into a Cordonian arrangement. This is a series about Jessica Garcia’s life abroad, her time as a suitor, and explores her romantic relationship with Liam while she lives in a Cordonian arrangement. Catch up here

Disclaimer

Chapter Summary:  Jessica reads an interesting article and gets sexually curious.

Chapter Song inspiration: ManEater - Nelly Furtado

Word Count: 2,460 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Average reading time: 8 minutes

Liam’s Study- Palace

Jessica sat on Liam’s desk next to him, swinging her legs, reading an article in a magazine. While Liam reviewed paperwork forwarded to him by his advisers, he picked up the document labeled security briefing, read a few lines, and looked at Jessica with a smile. When she didn’t notice, Liam playful drew circles on Jessica’s knee and said, “So Jess, is that the magazine you brought?”

“Well, geezus, nothing gets past that Royal Guard, now does it?”

“No, Love, it does not.” Liam cleared his throat and began to read, “6:15 AM Lady Jessica exited the palace. At the gate, she was approached by Drake Walker, who was overheard saying, “Where fuck do you think you’re going alone? It’s still fucken dark.” Lady Jessica responded by saying, “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.” Mr. Walker then drove Lady Jessica to the Cordonian International Airport. Whereupon entry, Lady Jessica made a ‘B’ line to a Cinnabon counter and yelled, “Fuck YES churro’s!” Liam laughed and collected himself, then continued, “She purchased an order of churros. Shortly after, Mr. Walker and Lady Jessica got into a disagreement over the churros. He held the churro over her head, teasing her as she attempted to reclaim it. Mr. Walker then handed her the churro after taking what was deemed by Lady Jessica a much too generous bite and handed it back to her. Mr. Walker was heard saying, “I regret nothing” Lady Jessica then walked to a newsstand and was observed purchasing an American Magazine  ‘Cosmopolitan’ ,ten blow pops and a bag of M&M with peanuts.” Liam looked at and quirked his brow and said, “Really, ten blow pops?”

Jessica put her hands on her waist and said, “Are you judging me? I needed them okay.”

Liam pursed his lips and said, “Don’t be so defensive. I love that your mouth tastes like cherry by the way.”

“Good. Cause I was gonna say.”

Liam rubbed her thigh and continued reading out loud “Mr. Walker purchased a Nicolas Sparks novel titled ‘A walk to remember’ The pair returned to the palace at 7:30 AM without incident.”

“Yea, that sounds accurate and rather detailed. Surprised they didn’t tell you the flavors. BUT I bought the magazine because my cousin got a photo credit. It just so happened that as I was flipping through it to see what I was missing back house in the states an article caught my eye and it made me think of you, so read a few  times.”

“Oh, Jess, there is more in my brief. A significant detail I might add.”

Jessica looked at curiously, “Really? I can’t think of anything else.”

He put down the briefing, and his blue sparkled as he looked at her and said, “Lady Jessica presented herself for breakfast at 8:00 am. As per usual, she looked gorgeous, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.”

Jessica smiled and smoothed down her dress, and said, “Thank you.”

He kissed her sweetly and said, “Now, tell me Love what is it you are reading  that reminded you of me?”

Jessica sheepishly said, “Ummm… Well,so-”

Liam peaked at the article Jessica was reading and blushed as he read the title aloud, ‘Man-eater: How to give a mind-blowing orgasm to your uncircumcised partner.’ by Callie Cross. I wonder what sage advice Ms. Cross has to offer.”

Jessica bit her lip and said, “I heard it’s common in Europe not to be, you know. And you seemed rather sensitive during the Cordonian Waltz, so I figured you weren’t. Then I saw it, and well… anyway, I wanted to know if there was anything extra I could do… to like make it better for you.”

“You. Excite. Me. Jess.” Liam ran his hand up her thigh and then stood up. “Whatever you do to me is enough, and whatever you allow me to do you well, it feels like heaven.” He leaned in and bit Jessica’s bottom lip, getting some of her berry lipstick on his lip.

“Mmmm,” Jessica purred.

Jessica jumped off the desk and gave Liam a cheeky smile, and she kept her eyes focused on him as she unbuckled his pants took him out of his underwear just enough to do what she read about in the article.

Jessica knelt before him, looking at his thick, engorged shaft. Liam’s foreskin skin was fully retracted, and the article informed her; Liam would be sensitive to her touch. She took him in her hand and palmed him, gently pumping it back and forth. Following the instruction, she sang 'twinkle twinkle little star’ in her head as that was the suggestion for the duration and stroking pace. Step two directed her to move on to oral stimulation for twenty seconds before performing what was called the ’man-eater.’ However, she was an overachiever and wanted to do this while maintaining eye contact. She swirled her tongue around his tip and began to count in her head while her eyes were fixed on Liam.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

The ringing of the phone caused her to lose count. 'Fuck, this is a lot harder than it looks. Okay, do it again.’ She thought, and she started to count to herself

'1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10.11.12.13.14.15.16.17.18.19. 20 AND 'Man-eater'

Liam’s knees suddenly buckled at stimulation, lost his balance, and hunched over his desk, “God, your mouth.”

Jessica continued this time at a slower and sensual pace. Liam stood up and tilted his head back as he glanced. Liam bucked his hips just a bit, a silent plea for more, and then a vocal plea for more when he said, “Jess, don’t stop.”

Jessica smiled at that as Liam ran fingers through her hair, beaming down at sight below him. He guided her mouth to him, gasping as Jessica took him in without a second thought.  He moaned, spreading his legs a bit so she could have a more accessible angle.

“I love your mouth.” Liam groaned, making Jessica smile internally because, well, she could not do it on the outside. Liam’s eyes slipping closed for a brief moment. He let out a moan and showered her with praises.

*ring* *ring*ring*

“This feels so…so good,” he mumbled, sighing deeply.

*ring* *ring*ring*

Their eyes met, and he flashed her a soft smile, his thighs tensing slowly. Jessica knew he was close. She hollowed out her cheeks, sucking harder. Liam tugged at her hair with a louder moan, his eyes rolling back a bit.

“Yeah, just like that, oh my… AHH…” Liam whispered, moving her hair out of her face and looking down at her. “Fuck. Love.” Liam babbled, closing his eyes. He felt himself growing closer and closer, and he had never felt this type of pleasure in his life. He knew part of it was the sex act itself. The other part was the woman performing it—his feeling for her magnified the situation.

*knocking* *knocking* *knocking*

Outside: Your Royal Highness

“I’m close, I’m close,” Liam warned, gasping and tugging at her hair by accident.

Jessica breathed out, “I want it.”

“God. Love.”  Liam panted

Liam cried out, his body spasming and he did not know what to do with himself. He let out a guttural moan, bucking his hips into her mouth by accident as he came. “Fuck”

*Thud*

“Ouch!”

The door flung open.

Liam slammed his hand on his desk.

Constantine shouted, “Liam! Did you not get the message I was requesting an audience with you!”

Liam stammered, “I’m ….sorry father, I got caught up in a phone call. It was impossible to step away.”

“I spent the last forty-five minutes entertaining Landon and Emmeline complaints that you are not fair to their poodle-brained daughter. Who loves to play dress-up with dogs. The girl is forgettable. I don’t even recall her name, and we were just talking about her. Now The Lee’s want to speak with me no doubts more brown-nosing.”

“I understand. I am sorry for any discomfort I have caused.”

“Pull yourself together, my boy! You are flushed and sweating. You have an hour, Liam, sort yourself out! Do not keep Regina and me waiting. There is only so much chit-chat a man can take in a lifetime!”

Constantine turned on his heels and exited the study. Slamming the door as he left.

Liam got on the floor. “Are you okay? Love, I’m so sorry.”

Jessica put her hand over her lips.

Liam’s face fell, afraid that he had hurt her and with worry on his face. He asked, “Jess, are you bleeding? Please tell me your okay. I’m so sorry.”

She quickly cupped his face and smiled. “You’re fine, I’m fine. I assume you liked it.” Jessica said with a playful smile on her lips.

Liam sighed in relief and moved the hair out of her face. “I didn’t want to do it while I was in your mouth. I’m very sorry.”

“Why?”

“I feel guilty I suppose.”

“Liam, there is nothing to be guilty about. Is it because I’m a suitor? Like we aren’t serious about each other”

“Oh no. I’m serious about you. That’s why I feel it seems rather impolite to release myself in your mouth.”

“Liam, baby, its okay. I like it. I like the way you taste.”

Liam helped Jessica get off the floor then

“Let me make it up to you. Get on my desk. It’s your turn now.”

[little-werewolf-oven]

Harringrove 39

900 years later!!!!  SO sorry about the wait, thank you for your patience, you are lovely beyond compare!

39: “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Hmmm, you’re still here?” Steve yawns out, fingers stroking up the arm wrapped securely around his waist.  He’d more than half expected to wake up alone, the other side of the bed long gone cold.  He’d even promised himself he wouldn’t be upset when that inevitably happened, knowing the guy he’d brought home was way out of his league, likely the type to hit it and quit it.  And Steve had honestly just wanted to get laid.

The fact that it had been the best sex he’d had in years was just an added bonus.   

He feels the guy shift behind him, pull him a little closer, nose pressing into his shoulder blade as he resettles in, apparently ready to stay for the long haul.  The carefully guarded section of Steve’s heart pulls at the action, but the red glow coming from his alarm clock keeps him rooted in reality.  

“Not that I’m not enjoying this, but, uh, I have to get up for work.”  The nose brushes against his skin, once, twice, and the arm tightens a little bit more, getting his ass against a semi-hard dick.  It takes everything in him to not press back.  

“Seriously, uh, ummm,” and shit, what was the guy’s name?  Steve is kicking himself, he’d been too focused on the sensations to remember the name the guy had uttered, figured he’d never get the chance to actually use it. 

“Billy,” the guy says into his shoulder, and finally relinquishes his hold, rolling onto his back.  Steve misses the warmth immediately, but forces himself to sit up, letting the sheets pool around his naked thighs as he stretches. He turns to see Billy prop himself up on one elbow, and shit, somehow he’s even hotter than he’d been last night.  That shouldn’t be possible.  No one has ever fared better in the morning light of sobriety. 

“So, ah, I guess you can let yourself out.”  He utters, not quite sure what to do with a one-night-stand, seeing as this is his first one.  Should he leave a tip?  No, no that’s for hookers.  Well maybe he’ll leave a tenner out just in case, for a cab or whatever.  

“You really gotta go?” The guy murmurs, shimmying into his bedspread more securely, looking like home in a way Steve hasn’t allowed himself to think for far too long.

“Yeah, yeah, gotta be in the office in 30 minutes,” he says from the edge of the bed, hands blindly searching for the articles of clothing he knows he disposed of last night.  Likely in a hurry, considering this guy’s physique; he knows drunk Steve’s weaknesses all too well.  His hand lands on what he assumes to be a pant leg, but goes stock-still at the feeling of fingers sliding up his back, wrapping around his ribcage.

“30 minutes is a long time, what’s your commute?” Steve feels lips against his neck, the soft press of teeth into his earlobe, and goddammit he’s never wanted to quit a job so bad.  And he’s worked food service. 

“I’m- it’s… it’s ah, it’s about a 10 minute drive.”  He finally gets out, distracted to hell and back by this guy’s use of teeth and tongue.  

“Hmm, looks like you do have some time on your hands, and I believe you promised breakfast.” God he probably did, knowing drunk!steve’s tendencies.  That fucker, he’d probably say anything to get someone like this into his bed.

“I don’t- I might have some eggs?  Or, ah, fuck, cereal?” Geezus he’s a real catch. 

“Mmmm, I’ve got a better idea.”  The hands around his chest slide down to his waist, then further, cupping his ass, kneading at the muscle there, and shit he is never going to be able to get rid of this boner.

“Hooooooooh my god, um, fuck, seriously,” he jumps up, running a hand over his face and through his hair, hoping severing contact would restrain his arousal. Starts pulling on his pants before he can get pulled back into this guy’s sex trance. 

“Aww, I was gonna eat that…” Steve whips around, hands on his zipper, and looks at Billy, smiling all smug as he leans back on the bed like he belongs there, before muttering ”fuck it” and jumping on him, pressing his whole body into him as he holds his face with one hand, the other wrapped behind his neck as he does filthy things with his tongue that his body mimics, undulating and rubbing up against Billy’s body, covered by only a thin sheet. 

“You are such a little shit,” he whispers before slipping his tongue between the other man’s lips, catching his moan as he writhes back on the bed.  “Stay.  I’ll come back for lunch.  Give you a fuckin’ buffet.” Billy nods, and Steve’s not sure if he actually heard him or is just agreeing to anything he hears right now, but he looks more sated when he pulls away this time.  

Steve’s never watched the clock as closely as he did that morning, leg shaking with nervous energy as he watches the seconds hand tick tick tick its way around.  Doesn’t know what, if anything, he’ll find when he gets home.  Maybe Billy’s still there, maybe he’s made off with literally all of his worldly possessions.  It’s not like Steve actually knows the guy. 

His hands are shaking a little as he brings the key up to the lock to his door, but it opens before he gets it to the slot, revealing the most gorgeous man Steve’s ever seen, wrapped in only a sheet, likely the one from his bed. 

“You’re still here,” he breathes, all the scenarios of coming back to a completely empty apartment wiped from his brain.

“Yeah… I mean you took my pants so I kinda had to stick around.”  Steve looks down, and yeah, these trousers were a little more snug in the butt than he’s used to, but he’d just assumed he’d put on a few.  He still looked good, though. 

“Shit, sorry, first thing I grabbed…” he looks up, and the other man’s eyes go soft, more fond than Steve would expect after basically imprisoning him for half a day.  “So, ahhh, you hungry?” He says as he starts to make his way into the kitchen, but is stopped by a hand at his waist, the other slipping down the back of his stolen pants. 

“I could eat.”

[ally-spirit]

*maniacal laughter* hot-char-ask, picking chars at random as they come to me: Tatsuki (Bleach), 9S (Nier: Automata), Urahara Kisuke (Bleach, also fuck you phone, don't autocomplete that to Kaito geezus), Pepper Potts (MCU), Unohana Retsu (Bleach), Ulquiorra (Bleach), Grimmjow (Bleach), Neliel (adult form, Bleach). And for lulz, Zangetsu (Bleach) XD

Okay, first of all HOW DARE you give me this amazing list when I should be going to bed. But the temptation-

*Shakes a fist* Sillllllyyyyyy BEAAAANNNN

Tatsuki:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

I have got the oddest adoration for the uh… “Normal” human characters, but Tatsuki is probs my fav.

9S:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

He’s just so freaking cute, okay??? He’s so bound and determined to be 2B’s friend in the beginning and I just ARGH So many feels NOOOO

Urahara Kisuke:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

God forbid. If people aren’t swooning over Grimmjow, they’re swooning over this one. He’s just so bad ass omg have you seen his bankai *swoons hypocritically*

(Though if we’re talking about Kaito…. I’d rate that a Gorgeous with a side of Adorable. Go kitty go!)

Pepper Potts:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Talk about gorgeous woman holy shit I want to marry her let me tell you 

Unohana Retsu:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Look, I fell really hard when I found out her backstory. I love me a woman that could kill me. I knew she was secretly a psycho!!

Ulquiorra:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Okay, it depressed the hell out of me when he bit the dust or should I say turned into dust ahahah- and he’s got that cute little pouty face going not like he killed Ichigo or anything i mean that’d be a bit too much

fluffy!!

Grimmjow:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

CATCATCATCAT  He has long blue hair and is a cat- therefore I must pet it or die trying. Pffffft see above “fluffy!!!”

Nelliel:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

BOW DOWN TO THE QUEEN I practically worshiped her when I first saw her. I was like “WHO DAT- WAIT- HOLY-NEL?!”

Zangetsu:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

(Somewhere, @reignofthespirit is shaking her head because she’s had to listen to this entire rant at least once.)

*Deep breath* Must not type in all caps… Must not type in all caps…

OKAY LET ME TELL YOU- Zangetsu (Both of them who am I kidding) is my favorite character(s) and they are severely underrated and not paid enough attention in the series as a whole and-

But Quincy dearest is so majestic and badass and just imagine him with a bow or god forbid: them wings- and Shiro is so aesthetically pleasing in the weirdest way. I freaking love it when he takes the freaking sword by the bandages and swings it around like dude you’re going to kill someone (I mean, that’s kinda the point but-)

And don’t even get me started about the whole three sided yin-yang they got going on-

*Ahem* Anyways, thank you Akay for the lovely list! and the opportunity to rant hello But I must now retire to the embrace of my comfy bed. Ciao, bellas!

(No I need to get out of here before I type another paragraph. *Stares accusingly*)

[klirk-hammurton]

Oh lawd yes!!!! Kirk Von Hammett ❤❤❤❤ I have a ton of pics and GIFs from this photoshoot. I gotta find them and share them.

♡

[klirk-hammurton]

What better way to announce my return than with a good ol' thirst post