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She hides your things

Can’t find your vape

Open her door

She’s laying in bed

You see a boob

No…there’s two boobs

In between is your vape

She’s been waiting for you

You get excited

She sees the excitement on your face

Your heart races as you walk towards her

She whispers, “I found your vape”, then smirks, looking down at her bare chest

You follow her eyes, set on the prize

Her soft cold hands touch yours

It’s getting hard to breathe, you don’t believe it

She guides your hands towards her breast, softer, colder than her hands

You know what you have to do

She moans seductively “I need this”

Flabbergasted, you rip your hand away, yelling defiantly, “humbug!”

You take your vape off her chest and storm out

*Symphony No. 9 In D Minor, Op. 125 - “Choral” - Excerpt From 4th Movement: 4. Presto Written by Ludwig van Beethoven, Performed by Berlin Philharmonic, Conducted by Herbert von Karajan starts playing at 4:25-6:23*

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Guys

Im seeing mcr today and I’m not ready

I can’t sleep

Im like a kid on Christmas

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Y’all,

First week of uni went well!

I’m so keen for my history class because I get to write my first assignment about Alexander the Great being a nepo baby (there’s like 7 options to write about and I love Alexander the Great)

I hope I get to do something about Romanian history at some point because it is so whack and I love it

I’m using my breaks at work to do my school work and my boss has been giving me longer breaks to do so

And I’m hoping to do some fic writing tonight! Might post a snippet of 5 + 1 (Part 2) tonight because is started planning it yesterday!

Love you all xx

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Ya bitch starts back at uni this week and now I can’t stop thinking about this comment

So let’s hope to god that none of my shit is good enough to be handed back to me one day

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Ya bitch starts back at uni this week and now I can’t stop thinking about this comment

So let’s hope to god that none of my shit is good enough to be handed back to me one day

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you’re in a sauna at the avengers tower, and Thor comes in with no towel on.

I had to search the mechanics of a sauna for this. I go the extra mile for these asks. This didn’t turn out as steamy (wow funny) as I intended but this was fun to write.

“ARE YOU GOOD, CHAMP?” Your voice comes out more shrill than intended but this is the last thing you expected when you decided to take some you time.

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You walk into the sauna, towel wrapped around you tightly as you take a seat on the wooden bench that wraps around the walls of the steamy room.

Grabbing the ladle from the bucket, you pour the water onto the hot rocks in the centre before resting back against the wall. Your back uncomfortable against the wood slats of the wall.

Beads of sweat roll down your skin, cooling you slightly as you try to enjoy your time before having to go to yet another strategic meeting. Lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear another person enter the room.

“Ah, Y/n!” A deep voice addresses you. You turn your head to see a completely bare Thor.

“ARE YOU GOOD, CHAMP?” Your voice comes out more shrill than intended but this is the last thing you expected when you decided to take some you time.

Thor’s taken aback by your tone.

“Yes I am... Pal…” He takes a seat much closer than socially accepted in this situation. You keep your eyes closed, but the image of Thor as naked as the day he was born is burnt into the back of your eyelids.

“You know that you’re supposed to wear a towel, right?” You understand that he’s used to different social norms but you can’t help but laugh at what’s just happened.

“As beautiful as you are, Thor, please put on a towel. There’s spares outside the door.” You hear him leave and come back. Assuming it’s safe, you open your eyes. Giving you a twirl, you clap for his now covered figure before he takes his original seat next to you.

You two sit there in comfortable silence, blissed out by a moment of silence compared to the normally hectic atmosphere of the tower. Thors the first to speak up.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You lean over to nudge him.

“Damn right, Pretty Boy.” You turn to see him blush at the new nickname.

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the casual transition of fwb rough sex w frank castle to him genuinely caring about reader and making love to them

idk idk just the thought of those big hands that are capable of so much violence being so soft and gentle

5 + 1, Frank Castle (Part 1)

masterlist | series masterlist (coming soon)

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

Summary: the five times it was just sex and the one time it wasn’t

Word count: 916 words

Contains: rough smut. use of vibrator. spanking. minimal aftercare.

Notes: I want this to be a series inspired by the format and style like @tuiccim’s topping Steve Rogers series. Tuiccim is an amazing writer and I highly recommend their work. I tried really hard with this but i'm hoping my writing will improve as the series goes on so please be patient with me.

Minors do not interact

Requests are open

not my gif but damn do i love it

Your wrists twist and pull against the binds tying them to the head of your bed. Rope burn starting to set it from your constant movements. Frank’s large frame looms over you from the end of the bed as he marvels at the sight out you.

The hunger in his eyes has you wondering what you signed up for. But no matter what, you come back every time. The light of the city softly creeps into your apartment as your eyes rake over him. The cut and curve of his muscles are only accentuated by the dim lighting. His scars shine with every movement and breathe. The positioning of your head doesn't allow you to look any lower. Something in you is grateful for that.

“Keep starin’ at me like that and I’ll blindfold ya’. I'm not a piece of meat.” Your chest heaves at the joking threat. You analyse his face for any sort of lie but you know better. You know him. “Behave.”

“Yes, sir.” He trails the tip of the vibrator along the length of your legs. The smooth silicon leaves a path of goosebumps in its wake. Swatting your legs apart, he positions himself between them. Placing the wand next to you, his hands gripping your hips. His calloused hands rub small circles before flipping you onto your stomach. The ropes attaching you to the bed head twist, leaving you with even less movement.

A harsh hand lands on the curve of your ass, a yelp escapes you.

"Colour?" His hand soothes the quickly reddening path of skin.

"Green." Another slap lands, sending you forward on the bed slightly.

"Colour." You can hear the irritation rising in his voice at your disrespect.

"Green, sir."

"Atta girl." The slight praise has you keening for his touch. Too lost in your anticipation you don't hear him grab and turn on the wand. You jolt as he presses the head to your core before quickly pulling it away. You whine at the loss.

"You're going to take what I give you, and you're going to be grateful for it. Understand?" A third slap echoes throughout the room. Frank traces the red handprint radiating on your ass. Pride growing in his chest.

He presses the vibrator against you once again. Tracing the tip up and down, just not enough pressure to give you any real pleasure. Biting your lip, you wouldn't dare make a noise. He grabs your hips, hoisting then till you're on your knees. Your pussy glistening in the glow of the city has Frank feeling weak in the knees.

Showing some mercy, he pressed the round head of wand flat against your clit. A low moan emits from your chest as you relax into the mattress. You feel your end nearing quickly, the anticipation of earlier mixed with the constant buzzing has a heat starting to build in your stomach. The muscle in your thighs are starting to burn, knees shaking when Frank pulls it away. He watches you clench around nothing at the loss. Not a sound leaves you.

"Good girl. Doing the bare minimum that I ask for. Do you think you deserve a reward?"

"No, sir. Not for the bare minimum, sir."

"Look at you learning. I think that deserves a reward." Before you can say anything, he leans down, licking a flat stripe up your folds before pressing the wand back to you.

It doesn't take long for you get back to where you had left off. Knees shaking, chest heaving. Your body feels like its on fire as it tips over the edge. Spiralling head first into pure euphoria. You would've collapsed if Frank didn't think to grab your hip with he free hand as wave after wave come crashing over you.

Frank continues to hold the wand against you. Your nerves on end as you come down from one orgasm, straight into a second. Overstimulation already settling deep into your bones and 2 highs turn into 3, then 4. You don't know how long its been or how many times you've came but suddenly it all stops.

Frank discards the wand somewhere on the bed.

"Colour?"

"Green, sir."

"Can you give me one more?" He asks, pressing the tip against you. Time drags as he waits for your answer.

"Y-yeah, sir. I can." That's all he needs before letting go. He sets a brutal pace, hips slapping against you. The hand print still glowing as he ruins you further.

Reaching down, he touches your already too sensitive clit, sending you into a high like no other. Vision going white as a suffocating heat engulfs you. Pulling out, hot white spirts of come covers your back as you collapse onto the bed.

He’s quick to untie you. Checking your face for any signals that you’re not alright before heading into your bathroom. Coming back with a damp wash cloth and a bottle of lotion he found under your sink.

He takes his time, cleaning you up and massaging your sore wrists. Rubbing lotion into the fresh red marks across your body before grabbing his clothes and disappearing into the bathroom once again. He emerges fully dressed with a glass of water in his hand. Helping you sit up, he rubs your back as you finish the glass.

“We should do that again.” Mumbling, he gets up and leaves. Shutting the bedroom door behind him. Leaving you in the silence of your apartment.

Not like its the first time.

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the casual transition of fwb rough sex w frank castle to him genuinely caring about reader and making love to them

idk idk just the thought of those big hands that are capable of so much violence being so soft and gentle

5 + 1, Frank Castle (Part 1)

masterlist | series masterlist (coming soon)

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

Summary: the five times it was just sex and the one time it wasn’t

Word count: 916 words

Contains: rough smut. use of vibrator. spanking. minimal aftercare.

Notes: I want this to be a series inspired by the format and style like @tuiccim’s topping Steve Rogers series. Tuiccim is an amazing writer and I highly recommend their work. I tried really hard with this but i'm hoping my writing will improve as the series goes on so please be patient with me.

Minors do not interact

Requests are open

not my gif but damn do i love it

Your wrists twist and pull against the binds tying them to the head of your bed. Rope burn starting to set it from your constant movements. Frank’s large frame looms over you from the end of the bed as he marvels at the sight out you.

The hunger in his eyes has you wondering what you signed up for. But no matter what, you come back every time. The light of the city softly creeps into your apartment as your eyes rake over him. The cut and curve of his muscles are only accentuated by the dim lighting. His scars shine with every movement and breathe. The positioning of your head doesn't allow you to look any lower. Something in you is grateful for that.

“Keep starin’ at me like that and I’ll blindfold ya’. I'm not a piece of meat.” Your chest heaves at the joking threat. You analyse his face for any sort of lie but you know better. You know him. “Behave.”

“Yes, sir.” He trails the tip of the vibrator along the length of your legs. The smooth silicon leaves a path of goosebumps in its wake. Swatting your legs apart, he positions himself between them. Placing the wand next to you, his hands gripping your hips. His calloused hands rub small circles before flipping you onto your stomach. The ropes attaching you to the bed head twist, leaving you with even less movement.

A harsh hand lands on the curve of your ass, a yelp escapes you.

"Colour?" His hand soothes the quickly reddening path of skin.

"Green." Another slap lands, sending you forward on the bed slightly.

"Colour." You can hear the irritation rising in his voice at your disrespect.

"Green, sir."

"Atta girl." The slight praise has you keening for his touch. Too lost in your anticipation you don't hear him grab and turn on the wand. You jolt as he presses the head to your core before quickly pulling it away. You whine at the loss.

"You're going to take what I give you, and you're going to be grateful for it. Understand?" A third slap echoes throughout the room. Frank traces the red handprint radiating on your ass. Pride growing in his chest.

He presses the vibrator against you once again. Tracing the tip up and down, just not enough pressure to give you any real pleasure. Biting your lip, you wouldn't dare make a noise. He grabs your hips, hoisting then till you're on your knees. Your pussy glistening in the glow of the city has Frank feeling weak in the knees.

Showing some mercy, he pressed the round head of wand flat against your clit. A low moan emits from your chest as you relax into the mattress. You feel your end nearing quickly, the anticipation of earlier mixed with the constant buzzing has a heat starting to build in your stomach. The muscle in your thighs are starting to burn, knees shaking when Frank pulls it away. He watches you clench around nothing at the loss. Not a sound leaves you.

"Good girl. Doing the bare minimum that I ask for. Do you think you deserve a reward?"

"No, sir. Not for the bare minimum, sir."

"Look at you learning. I think that deserves a reward." Before you can say anything, he leans down, licking a flat stripe up your folds before pressing the wand back to you.

It doesn't take long for you get back to where you had left off. Knees shaking, chest heaving. Your body feels like its on fire as it tips over the edge. Spiralling head first into pure euphoria. You would've collapsed if Frank didn't think to grab your hip with he free hand as wave after wave come crashing over you.

Frank continues to hold the wand against you. Your nerves on end as you come down from one orgasm, straight into a second. Overstimulation already settling deep into your bones and 2 highs turn into 3, then 4. You don't know how long its been or how many times you've came but suddenly it all stops.

Frank discards the wand somewhere on the bed.

"Colour?"

"Green, sir."

"Can you give me one more?" He asks, pressing the tip against you. Time drags as he waits for your answer.

"Y-yeah, sir. I can." That's all he needs before letting go. He sets a brutal pace, hips slapping against you. The hand print still glowing as he ruins you further.

Reaching down, he touches your already too sensitive clit, sending you into a high like no other. Vision going white as a suffocating heat engulfs you. Pulling out, hot white spirts of come covers your back as you collapse onto the bed.

He’s quick to untie you. Checking your face for any signals that you’re not alright before heading into your bathroom. Coming back with a damp wash cloth and a bottle of lotion he found under your sink.

He takes his time, cleaning you up and massaging your sore wrists. Rubbing lotion into the fresh red marks across your body before grabbing his clothes and disappearing into the bathroom once again. He emerges fully dressed with a glass of water in his hand. Helping you sit up, he rubs your back as you finish the glass.

“We should do that again.” Mumbling, he gets up and leaves. Shutting the bedroom door behind him. Leaving you in the silence of your apartment.

Not like its the first time.

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I hope y’all are hungry

I’m starting a 6 part Frank Castle series based off this ask

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I've got it I figured it out. I know it's done a lot but what about tying Bucky up? Reader gives him the choice, he can either watch or touch.

Ahhhh I love your asks omg

“What it’s going to be, Bucky?” He can barely focus on your words when you’re standing there like that. Clad in some skimpy lingerie as he’s tied up and completely at your mercy. Not a thought in his head as he stares at you in awe.

You loved having him like this. Tied up and already so drunk on thought of you. Haven’t even touched him yet and he’s already ruined. He could easily break out of the cuffs, but he wouldn’t want to disappoint you, would he? Not all the super soldier serum in the world could make his brain work in this moment.

“You too dumb to speak, baby? Do you need me to make the choice for you? Because I can guarantee I’ll choose the one you don’t want.” Your hands rest on your hips as you look down at him. Faux impatience evident on your face as you wait for his answer.

You walk away, grabbing the chair from the corner of the bedroom and dragging it closer to the edge of the bed.

“I guess you get to watch.”

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Y’all, this app sucks balls

It keeps cutting the end of my fresh Bucky fic off??

App v website

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Pls I need more people to love David harbour with 😩

I just spent far too long explaining why David Harbour is gorgeous to my poor boyfriend (with proof obvi)

He’s just 😚🤌 chefs kiss

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I’ve officially seen 100 different bands live and I’m living in some solid post concert depression right now

So enjoy some pics from the last few concerts I went to

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Crying. Screaming. Throwing up.

Y’all are all so gorgeous and perfect

Thank you so much

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Crying. Screaming. Throwing up.

Y’all are all so gorgeous and perfect

Thank you so much

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17 people, 17 questions

firstly, thank you thank you thank you to @ekraaamm for tagging me!

nickname | gio (sometimes jo, but I hate it) - to be sincere, many people, to make fun of me, call me girgia, because when I was in sixth grade, while writing down my name on the Art folder, I forgot the O... so, well, basically giorgia became girgia to anyone who was there in that crucial moment.

sign | aries, rising in libra

height | 5,5 ft

last thing I googled | masterchef starting date

song stuck in my head | "there is a light that never goes out" the smiths

no. of followers | 140

amount of sleep | on average, I think around 7hrs

lucky number | 7 and I really don't know why

dream job | psychiatrist - forensic psychiatrist would be amazing, but I have to think about it

wearing | brown jeans, dr martens, school green hoodie - yes, today I look like a tree

movies/books that summarize you | movies atonement, about time (plus all the wizarding world production and A LOT of comedies). books the brothers karamazov, one hundred years of solitude, to the lighthouse, anna karenina, the umbereable lightness of being, letters to milena, the book of laughter and forgetting

favorite song | "something about the way you look tonight" elton john, "into my arms" nick cave, "last night I dreamt that somebody loved me" the smiths and "my melancholy blues" queen. I can't really choose

aesthetic | chaotic. chaotic academia in the cold seasons and chaotic cottagecore in the hot ones

favorite authors | kundera, dostoevsky, màrquez, tolstoy, woolf

favorite animal noise | bird's tweeting

random | I'm fond of chocolate. chocolate is my first and last love

tagging: @nymph-ad-ora @dopesoulcookiegoth @sapphiceffy @optimistic-nihilist @fictionalturtlenecks @in-love-with-remus-lupin @cunningfate @chillpotato @thelatinlibrarian @mkvx @nymphpens @poems-she-wrote @deniselavestal @ohwhpotter @expectolibrary @justpoetrythings @bookworm-on-rainy-days and anyone else who wants to join!!!

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Artemi Panarin: the man, the mood, the meme.