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summerofsnowflakes · 2 years

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Our Last Summer

Pairing: DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: This contains smut, 18+ MDI, inappropriate relationship, age gap (reader is in her 20s / Ari in his 40s but not specified), pet names.

Summary: You get the opportunity of a lifetime and you have to take it, even if it means leaving Ari behind.

A/n: This was so fun, I loved it! This is my entry for @cockslut-padaleckiFeeling Lucky challenge. Congrats lovely, you really deserve all your followers!!

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The call came through at 3:35pm on a Thursday. You’d gotten your dream job in Boston and in three weeks you’d kick your small town to the curb and head for the city.

You’d be gone.

Saying goodbye to the town where nothing ever happened would be easy, but saying goodbye to Ari almost made you want to stay.

Your parents told him that night at dinner, he was their friend after all, it wasn’t your news to tell. Truthfully, he already knew he was saying goodbye to you months ago, when you’d first applied for the job.

He had to let you go, to leave him behind to live your life.

He didn’t let the pain of losing you enter his mind or show on his face as the news reached his ears. Instead he offered you a proud grin, raking his fingers through his mousy hair.

The dinner is bittersweet, a million emotions passed between longing eyes as you played footsie. Your parent’s ignorant to the affair happening under their table.

Your dad had too many drinks, overwhelmed by the news that his daughter was leaving the town he’d never managed to escape.

Ari helped him to bed as he sang about how lucky he was to have a clever daughter. You mum followed behind, asking you to see Ari out. You always did.

Ari’s feet were heavy against the staircase as he descended back down to you. You peered up from your phone, smiling gingerly at him.

“Let’s go for a ride.” He uttered, holding his hand out to you and pulling you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest, breathing slowly as his fingertips ran down your spine soothingly.

Neither of you spoke as he drove along the open roads, dust kicking up in your wake. His calloused fingertips traced soft shapes into your thigh, toying with the hem of your purple sundress.

He turned off the road onto a familiar path, pulling up to the Sweet Lake fields. You’d spent so much time out here together, talking and laughing as you curled up on a blanket, basking in the moonlight, the post sex glow buzzed between you.

Ari had taken you apart and pieced you back together in these fields countless times. The tall grass whispered his name in the wind, memorised by the sounds that left your lips.

Your lips trembled as you looked out at your favourite spot, silent tears slipped from your eyes.

Ari unclipped your seatbelt, pulling you into his lap. He cradled you in his arms as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck.

He whispered sweet promises in your ear until you stopped crying. “I’m so proud of you, Sugar. You’re about to start your life properly.”

You peered up into his sparkling ocean blue eyes, a proud smile resting on his plump lips. “I’d stay if you asked me to.”

His fingers caressed your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears left on your cheeks. “Not gonna happen, Sugar.”

“Don’t you want me?” Your lips trembled again.

He offered you a lopsided grin, shaking his head at you. “No sweet girl, I want you more than anything.” He pressed his lips to yours, the brandy on his breath was bitterly intoxicating, his beard tickled your cheeks.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead to yours. “I could never ask you to stay, it’s too selfish. You have your whole life starting in three weeks, you need to live your life to the fullest and forget about me.”

“Could never forget you.” You mumbled, toying with the buttons on his blue shirt. You pressed your soft lips to his cheek. You kissed down his bearded jaw and down his neck, teeth nipping at his skin. Slick gathered in your panties when he groaned softly. “You’ve ruined me.”

“Is that so?” A deep chuckle reverberated in his chest, the vibrations transferred to you, sending shockwaves to your core.

You hummed in response, shifting in his lap and straddling his thick thighs. You nimble fingers tugged buttons open, revealing his tanned chest and the coarse curls that covered his pecks.

“What do you think you’re doing, Sugar?” He smiled lazily as you kissed down along his hairy chest.

“Startin’ something.” You whispered, your hips dragged over his lap, brushing against the tent that had formed in his jeans.

His hands steadied your hips, slowing your needy movements, releasing a ragged breath. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweet girl.”

You pouted at him, batting your thick lashes in his direction and slowly circled your hips again. You were melting his heart and turning him wild, he was teetering on the edge, ready to give into you.

You lent into him, lips trailing over his earlobe. “Ari, I need you. Please…” You begged delicately, knowing it would break him. “Please fill me up, need to make sure I never forget you.”

His eyes fluttered shut, breathing harshly as he ran his hands up your body and over your shoulders, pushing the straps of your dress down.

“Take me out, Sugar.” He grunted, desperation evident in his voice. You did as he asked, fumbling with the buttons on his jeans. His breathing grew heavier as you hand brushed over his length.

He lifted his hips enough to pull his pants down and take his thick length in your hand. Your thumb ran over his tip, gathering the small beads of precum that had collected over his slit.

You brought your thumb to your lips, swirling your tongue round as you kept your eyes on his. You moaned at the salty taste that spread over your lips, eyes fluttering shut.

“Such a dirty little thing.” He hummed, wrapping his fingers around the base of your neck, reconnecting your lips. He ran his tongue along your lips and begged to slip it into your mouth.

His fingers slipped between your body, teasing you all the way down to your panties. His fingers glided through your fold, gathering up your slick and imitating your actions. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. “Tastes like little drops of heaven.” He simpered.

Ari took his length in his hand, jerking his cock before lining himself up with your entrance. “Take a seat, Sugar.”

You both watched as you sank down on his cock, entranced by the sight of you swallowing him whole. You moaned as you took him inside you, inch by inch until you reached his hilt.

You remained still, reeling over how full you were. Ari’s head fell back against the headrest and thrusted his hips upwards, pushing himself up even further into you, until you felt him in your stomach.

“Fuck Ari.” You whimpered.

“I know, Sugar.” He growled, as your walls contracted around him.

You raked your nails down his chest and slowly lifted your hips up, dragging your velvety walls up and down the length of his cock. Your rhythm started slowly, but you needed more and so did he.

Ari’s hands gripped your hips and helped you bounce on his cock at a brutal pace. You were a mess of moans and whines, your walls clenching him each time you slammed back down on him.

He watched the way your breasts bounced as you chased that feeling only he could bring you.

“Atta girl, keep using me to make yourself feel good.” He moaned, his head spun as he struggled not to take over and ruin you. He rolled your nipples between the pads of his fingers over the fabric of your dress.

“Ari, ‘m close. Please.” You cried, unsure what you were begging for as you chased your high.

“I got you, Sugar.” He muttered, nearing his own high. He pressed his fingers down on your clit and rubbed your pearl in rough circles. It was the final push, you cried his name as stars erupted behind your closed eyes. Ari followed you over the edge, spurting ropes of his seed deep inside you.

Harsh, wet breaths filled the muggy air in the car as you both came back down. Your eyes fluttered open, smiling at him lazily.

“Think you’ll forget that, Sugar?” He smirked, fingers caressing your cheek.

“Not sure, we might need to do that again, just to be certain.”

“Such a dirty little thing.”

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Heavenly Creature (1)

Title: Heavenly Creature

Written for the wonderful @cockslutpadalecki‘ and her Lisas 13K Celebration. Congrats again.

My prompt was: "A stranger comes to your aid after being hit on in a bar."

Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo: B4: Metal arm

Square filled for @buckybingo (expired): Mistaken Identity

Square filled for @mcukinkbingo: N5: Using a truth serum

Rating: Mature

Summary: A stranger saves you from an unfriendly encounter. Is he a knight in shiny armor?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, language, unwanted touching (not Bucky), creepy guy, almost violence, plot-twist, hand around throat, non-sexual choking, kidnapping, threats, hostage situation, grey!Bucky, a hint of torture (cold water), restraints, non-consensual injection/drug use

Word count: 1399 *yay, I made it*

A/N: Due to the rules of the challenge, I had to cut the story short. This means, there will be a second part.

A/N2: Part 1/3

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“Could I have the check?” you smile at the waitress at the crowded bar. Your friends dragged you out of your apartment, only to leave you hanging the moment some guys chatted them up. Now you are stranded at the bar you didn’t want to go to in the first place and must pay for their drinks too.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing at a place like this?” a guy stands a little too close for comfort while you try to cover your drink with the palm of your hand. “Do you want another drink?”

“I was about to go back to my friends' table,” he doesn’t need to know you are all alone at the bar, and that you want to leave. You point at a random table and even wave at the women at the table. They wave at one of their friends at the other end of the bar, covering your weak attempt to get rid of the guy who moves his hand to your lower back.

“They can wait,” he leans a little closer and grins as you push against his chest. You knock over your drink, cursing as the sticky liquid drops onto your brand-new shoes. “You can come to my table, and we can get to know each other better.”

“I got a boyfriend,” it’s another lie, though. All you want is to go back home and have a good night’s sleep. You just don’t want the creepy guy to follow you outside of the bar and attack you where no one will come to your aid. “He wouldn’t want me to join you at your table.”

“How about we go somewhere else and have some fun?”

“No,” you push against his shoulders, and he finally takes his hands off of you. It’s time to get the hell out of the bar. “Just leave me alone. I’m taken.”

“Can’t see a boyfriend holding your hand,” he just doesn’t seem to get it. “Don’t be like that.”

“Get away from my girlfriend,” your pulse quickens when someone wraps his arm around your shoulders. “You okay?” the man squeezes your right arm to silently tell you to play along. “Sorry for taking so long, baby doll.”

“It’s fine, babe. I already told him to get lost.”

“I guess he needs me to tell him to get lost,” the man releases you. He pecks your cheek, making you shiver before he turns around to push the creep away from you. “You, stay away from my girl. If you touch her one more time, you’ll crawl back home.”

“Whoa, buddy!” you watch your savior take a step toward the creep chatting you up. Something about the way he walks and carries himself feels familiar to you. You comb through your brain and try to remember if you saw this man before. “Sorry, I didn’t know she’s your girl.”

The man wraps his metal hand around the other man’s throat to push him against the wall, holding him there. “Now you know,” your savior growls lowly. “Never touch her again. Got it?”

Out of instinct, you place your hand on your savior’s arm to calm him.

“Please, everyone is looking,” he turns his head to glance at you and your hand on his metal arm. “They will call the cops. I don’t want you to get arrested for saving me.”

“Saving you. Right,” he releases the man’s throat to cup your chin with his metal fingers. “I saved you. Let me bring you out of here.”

“I—” you don’t know if it’s a good idea to leave the bar with a stranger, but anything is better than staying around the creep. “Some guys just don’t get the message.”

“Let’s go,” he gives you a curt nod. For a heartbeat you just stare up at the stranger saving you, to admire his handsome features. His blue eyes are soft, and still, the way he looks down at you makes you feel small and vulnerable.

“Okay.”

It feels odd to walk out of the bar next to the blue-eyed stranger. He saved you, that’s what you repeatedly tell yourself in your mind as you leave the bar behind. When you come across the dark parking lot, your pulse quickens and the fine hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“I should go to my car,” the stranger doesn’t know that you didn’t drive to the bar yourself. “Well, thank you again. It was kind of you to—” the scream wanting to escape your throat gets stopped by his metal fist closing around your throat.

“W-hy?” you croak, fighting his hold on your throat. You tug at his wrist and wiggle in his grip but it’s no use. He’s so much stronger than you.

Your vision becomes blurry, and tears roll down your cheeks as your savior presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Don’t worry doll. You will get to know soon enough.” He licks over your cheek. “All of them knew in the end…”

“Where?” you slowly blink your eyes open. Your eyelids feel heavy, and your throat is sore. “What?” confused you try to get up, only to fall back to the cold ground, crying out in pain as a chain around your left ankle holds you to the floor.

You look around the cold room, wondering what happened after you left the bar. Your brain is still a little foggy and you need a moment to fully wake.

Flashbacks of the bar hit you. The stranger saving you, his metal hand around your throat, and then…darkness.

“Rise and shine, sunshine,” the stranger from the bar purrs, and you jump up, forgetting you are still chained to the ground. “Aw, slow down, doll. You will get yourself worked up. I want you in one piece for what comes next.”

“No, please,” you try to crawl away as the man steps toward you, a syringe in his flesh hand. “Please. Why are you doing this? I thought you are a good man.”

“I was,” he crouches down to cup your chin with his metal hand. He forces you to look him in the eyes as he rams the needle in your neck. “There you go, doll.” His voice turns soft, and you choke out a sob.

He looks like an angel, but his cold eyes and the way his metal hand moves back to your throat tell you he’s far from being a good man, or an angel.

“Please…don’t.”

“Shush, now doll,” he leans close enough to press another kiss to your temple. “You will tell me anything I need to know.”

“Truth?”

“I gave you a nice drug Stark invented. Truth serum Mark 8. It will help you relax and tell me everything I need to know to bring the rest of Hydra down with my new friends. You are the last puzzle piece,” he whispers in your ear, waiting for you to fall against his chest.

“So tired,” humming the stranger pats your head. He waits for your breathing to slow. “I wanna sleep now, please. Let me go home.”

“You will never go home again, doll. Everyone working for Hydra will die. This includes you…”

You wake tied to a chair as someone pours ice-cold water over your body. “Please,” you cry, choking on the cold water.

“What’s your name?” you blink at him for a moment. Your lips start to move on their own as you stare into his blue eyes.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m Y/A old.”

“What do you think about me?” he crouches down next to the chair to place his hand on your thigh. “Answer me.”

“You’re handsome. I like your eyes, your lips, your hair,” you monotonously reply. “I would like to have sex with you.”

“What was your position within Hydra?” squeezing your thigh he looks up at you. He frowns as you seem to think hard about his question. “Answer me.”

“I’m a librarian,” he huffs at your answer. “I worked all my life at the library in Brooklyn. I never worked for Hydra.”

“Stark, you told me this will work!”

“It does,” you hear another voice-over loudspeaker. “What’s your favorite sex position?”

“Missionary.”

“Why doesn’t she answer my question about Hydra then, Stark?”

“Buck, I think we got the wrong girl,” a third voice says as you drift into darkness again…

>> Part 2

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unnuevosoltransformalarealidad · 2 years

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Last Hope

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Summary: You and your boyfriend tell the story of how you two met. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Prompt: “Last seat left on train next to handsome stranger.” Warnings: Mention of past relationship, insecure feelings, fluff Word Count: 753 This was written for @cockslutpadalecki's 13k Follower Writing Challenge. A/N: This was beta'd by my lovely daddy @fictional-affairs. Thank you for helping me figure this out <3

This weekend was special; Steve had invited you to dinner night with his friends at his best friend’s house. It was special because it was the first time you were attending not only as Steve’s plus one but also as his girlfriend. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were with Steve in your house getting ready for the night. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you as you were trying on your third outfit. “What if they don’t like me?” you asked, worried; this dinner night was bringing back memories from your last relationship, where your ex-boyfriend had forced you to be someone else just to fit his group of “friends”. Steve stood in front of you, caressing your arms for comfort. “I know you’re worried, doll, but you don’t have to be,” he said and hugged you, “They are going to love you,” he assured by kissing your forehead.

The beginning of the night was uncomfortable because you didn’t know what to expect, but they welcomed you with open arms. Steve was right, they were amazing people, and they seemed to like you. It was so nice to see Steve’s friends happy for him, knowing that he had a rough time adapting to this new era. You were having a good time and so was Steve, and you could tell by their smiles that they were all happy for him. The redhead, Nat, one of Steve’s closest friends, was curious about you; she kept asking you a bunch of questions claiming that she wanted to know who was making Steve happy.

Steve noticed that your hands were shaking, it wasn’t too noticeable, but he had learned things about your body language. He grabbed the closest hand and squeezed it, and you smiled at the gesture. “So, how did you guys meet?” Nat asked, bringing everyone’s attention towards you two.

“Destiny” Steve answered fast and everyone laughed.

“I think it was more fate than destiny,” you added, “I needed a change in my life, so I left everything behind and bought a train ticket.” Steve was smiling while you shared your story, “It was the last seat left on the train and it just happened to be next to a handsome stranger,” you said, looking at Steve.

“I fell in love as soon as I saw her. I tried to talk to her, but she only either hummed or nodded. I tried so hard to get her name, but whatever I did was useless. I just hoped life would bring us back together again.”

“To be honest with all of you, I couldn’t believe that this handsome stranger was interested in me. I was at the lowest point of my life and I felt like I was being tricked to find someone nice so that life could take it away from me. But, as amazing as it sounds, instead life worked in a wonderful way.”

You explained and Steve added, “I was coming back from a ride and noticed that the house next door had been sold. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was her leaving the house.”

“He approached where I was standing and introduced himself and…”

Steve interrupted you, “She showed me the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. That moment was the second chance I had prayed for and I was not going to waste it.”

“Next thing I knew, Steve was taking me out to the park with his bike. And since I didn’t know anyone, he became my very first friend in town. But, deep down, I knew that the friendship we had was going to develop into something more, I was just afraid of getting hurt again.”

“If Stevie here hurts you, you tell me and I’ll kick his ass personally,” the redhead said and you giggled, relaxing a bit knowing that they liked you.

The dinner continued and Steve’s friends told you more stories about him, you loved how much they loved him. As the time went by, you felt more at ease with them, and you started to really enjoy their company.

Once the dinner was over and you were back in Steve’s place, you started talking, “You know, I was ready to give up before I got on that train. It was my last hope,” Steve looked at you, surprised; you’ve never been very open as to why you’ve left everything.

“You saved my life. You taught me what love is. You gave me hope. Thank you.”

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Yesterday's Dream, Today's Nightmare

AN: Okay, this is a re-post of my fic from two days ago. It wasn't showing up in any tags what so ever, so I have deleted the original post and am trying again.

Hello all! I had a little break from writing after my sleepover, but here I am, back on my bullshit, yay!

This fic, my first ever with Ransom, is for @cockslut-padalecki 's #feelingluckychallenge. This fic is DARK, so if that's not your cup of tea, please scroll on by...

Beta'd by @christywantspizza, divider by @firefly-graphics, mood board by me, with credits going to those who took the images.

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Word Count: 1398

Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

CW: Manipulation, Drugging, Rape

You took a few steadying breaths as you walked up the steps to Blood Like Wine, the publishing house that you’d just landed a job at. This wasn’t any job. No, it was your dream job.

Just four weeks ago you’d been at home when you’d received a letter from the prestigious publishers, owned by famed novelist Harlan Thomby. You worked for another local, but much smaller, company and the closest connection you’d had to BLW was to be a guest at an industry party where they were also in attendance.

You’d opened the letter, hands shaking with trepidation, and your eyes had skimmed the contents. The next moment you were jumping up and down, screaming and sending your cat dashing across your apartment and under your bed. You’d read it again, unbelieving, but there it was, in black and white. Blood Like Wine had headhunted you and wanted you to start as soon as possible. You actually had difficulty comprehending the starting salary.

So you’d given notice at your current firm and confirmed everything with your new employer over email with one of the company administrators. Now here you were.

You pushed open the doors, marvelling at the opulence of just the reception hallway. There was a smartly dressed woman behind the desk and you made your way towards her. However, you were interrupted by the appearance of a very tall, very handsome man, wearing a cable-knit sweater and dark slacks. He strode up to you.

“Miss Y/L/N. Welcome to Blood Like Wine.” He grasped your hand and shook it, then turned to the receptionist. “Don’t worry, Kelly, I’ve got this.” Looking back at you, he smiled and you felt a jolt of heat making its way down your body. “I’m Ransom Drysdale, Harlan’s grandson. Let me show you around.”

He guided you into the main body of the building with ease, and you could feel a tingling through your clothes where his hand lay against the small of your back. You were herded down the wide corridors and into a large office, where he slid past you and gesticulated to the plush arm-chair, facing his desk.

“Please, sit. Drink?”

He was standing next to a drink’s trolley, a cut crystal decanter in his hand, shaking it gently in your direction.

“Umm, thank you, Mr. Drysdale…”

“Ransom, please.”

“... Ransom, but it’s a bit too early for me. Umm, could I have a glass of water, though?”

“Sure, sweetheart, soda okay?”

You felt a wave of embarrassment, tinged with frustration, wash over you at the pet-name, but you tamped it down, not wanting to cause an issue on your first day. You were glad he had turned his back to you, whilst he fixed the drinks, because it meant that he couldn’t see the expression that flashed over your face. It was always disappointing when the handsome ones ended up being pigs.

Your smile was back on your face when he returned with your drink, passing it to you and then perching on his desk, sipping his own.

The height difference between the large piece of wooden furniture and the soft chair you were in left him towering over you and your face level with his crotch.

Great. So you could either tilt your head all the way back to look up at him, getting a crick in your neck or stare at his bits. You tossed back half your soda and looked him in the eyes.

“I’m so glad you took up the offer of employment. You might not know it, but you’ve been garnering attention.”

He shifted against the desk, the movement tightening the fabric across the front of his pants. Your eyes momentarily flicked down, but returned to his face almost immediately.

“And I’m glad to be here… Ransom. It’s always been a dream to work for your grandfather’s company.”

“So, you’re gonna be working closely alongside me, toots, which means we’re gonna get to know each other really well.”

You kept a smile on your face, trying to ignore the sirens going off in your head, because he couldn’t really mean what that sounded like? It must be bad phrasing, or he’s trying to see how you do under pressure. Yes, that must be it, but there was a small twitch to his lips, like he was trying to control a smirk.

You placed your, now empty, glass down on the side table with a shaky hand, and stood up, smoothing your skirt.

“I’m sure you’ll be impressed by my professionalism.” You moved behind the chair, attempting to use it as a subtle shield. “Now, can you show me where I’ll be working. I’m sure there’s a number of systems to get set up on and for me to learn.”

Was it getting hot in here? You felt warm and shifted on your feet at the mild discomfort.

Ransom also put his glass down, pushed away from the desk and stepped towards you, reaching your side in two long-legged strides. Feeling your personal space being violated you attempted to take a step back, but wobbled on your feet, and Ransom’s hands shot out to clasp your upper arms.

“Hey, be careful now, sweetheart. Don’t wanna have an accident on your first day.”

You were feeling dizzy, and foggy, and so very warm.

“Not… your… sweetheart.”

You heard your words as if underwater, slurred and not quite right. The alarms in your head were deafening and you tried to push away from Ransom, but his grip tightened.

“But you are. You have been since I saw you at the party the other month. The way that dress clung to you, the way you laughed. Knew you were mine.” The last word was vehement, and you risked a glance up to his face.

In your fogged state, his handsome face had taken on a sinister, predatory, façade and a whimper of fear forced its way out of your mouth. He spun the pair of you and started to steer you, backwards, across the room.

“It was so easy to send you that letter, and then add something to your water. Now you’re here with me, where you’re supposed to be and you’re gonna be a good girl, alright?”

Your legs bumped against something and you felt yourself being lowered down. Your swirling brain supplied you with the words ‘chaise lounge’, but it felt as though you were swimming through mud.

Your back hit the cushions and Ransom leaned over you, his mouth descending to smash his lips against your own. You whimpered again, but he used the moment to push his tongue into your mouth, like an invader. One of his large hands untucked your blouse from your skirt and pulled it open, to roughly palm at your breast.

His hips slotted between your legs and circled to grind his erection against your core. He grunted into your mouth and cruelly pinched your nipple through your bra. You tried to push him off, but your arms wouldn’t obey you and batted ineffectually against his arms.

He rose up, to look down on your face, his smile wide and terrifying. Letting go of you, secure that the roofie he’d slipped you was doing its job, he pushed your pencil skirt up to bunch around your waist. He then tugged at the seam of your pantyhose until they split up the middle and pushed your underwear to the side.

You squeaked in fear, and tried to flail your arms, but Ransom just ‘tutted’ and stroked your face.

“You’ll love me in time, sweetheart.”

He looked down at your bared sex and spat on it, before rubbing his saliva around, over your clit and your folds, with his thumb. He undid his pants, drawing out his cock and jerking it a few times. In your hazy vision, you could tell he was big, and you tried once again to get away.

“Oh, that’s not nice. You being a brat? Imma fuck that out of you.”

He pressed his cock, red and weeping against your pussy and you felt tears starting to roll down your face. He wiped one off with his thumb and sucked the salty droplet into his mouth.

Then he pushed home.

You cried out, or at least tried to, and with every one of his rough thrusts prayed to wake up from this nightmare.

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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years

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Lisa’s 13K Celebration

The number 13 is considered unlucky to many so we’re gonna play around with the element of luck in this writing challenge!

The gist is, you will pick a “lucky” scenario and your challenge is to then turn these scenarios on their head— for example, winning a holiday/honeymoon but once you get there, you realise it’s just a ruse to lure people into a Hostel-esque situation. Or if you want to take a lighter and more fluffy approach, you make the most of the poor amenities and try to enjoy yourself despite the poor surroundings.

RULES

Due to the nature of this challenge, respectfully all participants must be 18+.

Word limit is— yeah, you guessed it, anything in the 1.3K bracket (from 1301-1399). Anything over 500 words, please put under a read more.

Characters to choose from (no RPF please):

⤷ Chris Evans characters; Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale. ⤷ Sebastian Stan characters; Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler, Steve Kemp, Lee Bodecker, Lance Tucker, Mickey Henry, Charles Blackwood. ⤷ Rafe Cameron (Outer Banks). ⤷ Rick Flag (Suicide Squad). ⤷ Adrian Chase/Vigilante (Peacemaker). ⤷ Dean/Sam Winchester.

I welcome every diversity in readers, but please, only second (you)/third (she/he/they) POV. No OCs.

Must be a standalone story, not part of a wider series. However it can be combined with another challenge or bingo square.

Most tropes and themes are welcome, except for paedophilia, toilet stuff and DD/LG. If you’re unsure about certain topics and tropes, please feel free to DM me.

There are no limits to how many people can claim any particular scenario/character, but please send me an ask letting me know which you have chosen so I can keep a little record.

End date June 30th 2022.

I reserve the right to reblog or read any story of my choosing if it violates the rules or it contains topics I am not comfortable reading.

Tag me in your work and use the tag “feelingluckychallenge” when posting. And tag all warnings correctly.

Any questions or queries, don’t hesitate to get in touch.

SCENARIOS

Win on lottery/tickets to a sporting event/theatre/concert etc.

Job promotion/getting dream job.

Millionth shopper.

Finding $100 bill on floor.

Win A Date… (with your favourite celebrity— proper Tad Hamilton style).

Secretly dating two men.

Last seat left on train next to handsome stranger.

Your book gets published.

A stranger comes to your aid after being hit on in a bar.

Win a holiday/honeymoon.

Tagging some mutuals/beauts who showed interest: @nsfwsebbie @sweeterthanthis @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @jvstjewels @waywardbaby @sparkledfirecracker @boxofbonesfic @holylulusworld @musingsinmoonlight @sagechanoafterdark @sidepartskinnyjeans @avintagekiss24 @princessmisery666 @americasass81 @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @late-to-the-party-81 @lokislastlove @deanwanddamons @navybrat817 @soldatsass @tropicalcap @saiyanprincessswanie @sgt-seabass @thanatosfic @clints-lucky-arrow @dreamlessinparis @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @bemine-bucky @slothspaghettiwrites @punemy-spotted @caffiend-queen @wakingbeauty @buckyownsmylife @supernatural-jackles @gogolucky13 @winchest09 @syntheticavenger @drabblewithfrannybarnes @jay-and-dean @letsby

#feelingluckychallenge #writing challenge

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sweetkingdomstarlight-blog · 2 years

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Pairings - Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes (implied)

Words - 1381

Warnings - Sam Wilson being his charming self, slight jealousy, oral sex (m+f receiving), edging, anal sex, voyeurism, cum play

a/n - no one tells you that naming your fics is the hardest bloody part! This is for @cockslut-padalecki challenge Do you feel lucky punk? - My darling @buckyownsmylife gave me the idea for this and @dreamlessinparis made it filthier as always 🤣. This was beta'd by Grammarly so if there are mistakes blame them.

You were getting ready for your date, applying your mascara while you spoke to your friend on the phone, “You can’t date them both, they know each other. You’ll get caught out and it’ll be messy.”

You rolled your eyes, checking your outfit in the mirror one last time, “Look, you don’t turn down a date with Sam Wilson. It’s against the laws of nature, and if you think a man as fine as Bucky Barnes isn’t dating several people at once then you’re more naive than I thought.” You heard a knock at your door and quickly said goodbye, making her promise to call you in an hour just in case things weren’t going well.

You watched Sam through the peephole as he waited patiently for you to answer, you didn’t want to seem too eager and counted to 20 in your head, making him wait. “I know you’re watching me, sweetheart, c’mon open up and let me in.” You cursed yourself and opened the door, smiling at him and inviting him inside.

He handed you over one of the most delicious looking cupcakes you had ever seen, “Flowers are old school, who doesn’t want a cupcake?” You couldn’t argue with him and took it with you into the bedroom, asking him to wait a moment while you finished getting ready.

Closing the bedroom door and leaning against it you could only smile, he was smooth and you liked it, a lot. You checked yourself in the mirror, spritzing on some perfume and deciding you were good to go. The cupcake was calling your name, you opened the box and took a little nibble, moaning to yourself as the flavours coat your tongue. Not wanting to make him wait for you any longer you grabbed your bag, finding him leaning against the back of the sofa with his hands in his pockets.

Before you could leave he stopped you, bringing his hand up to your face and cupping your cheek. You weren’t sure what he was doing until he used his thumb to wipe away the frosting leftover on your bottom lip. He held eye contact with you as he sucked his thumb clean and hummed, “Delicious.” He didn’t give you a moment to take in what happened before he was walking you down to his car and driving you to your date.

You didn’t realise he would be taking you to this coffee shop, it was the same one Bucky had brought you to just a few days ago and you hoped no one would recognise you. You told Sam you would find a table while he ordered drinks and breathed a sigh of relief that there was a free corner table so you could keep your back to the shop.

You watched Sam over your shoulder as he effortlessly charmed everyone around him, almost missing the call lighting up your phone. “Hey Doll, come meet me I wanna see you.” You kept one eye on Sam as you talked to Bucky, telling him you were on a date but you’d call him later. You didn’t miss the jealous tone in his voice as he asked you who you were out with but you cut him off, hanging up as Sam walked over to your table.

Two coffees and an Earl Grey later, you excused yourself to use the bathroom. Taking a moment to stare at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands you wondered how you got lucky enough to be dating both of these men. You went to check your phone to send a quick text to Bucky when you realised you must have left it on the table. He had a habit of texting you filthy things he had read on the internet and you weren’t smart enough to save his number as anything other than Bucky so you hoped you could get to your phone before Sam saw something you’d rather keep secret.

Peering out of the bathroom everything seemed normal so you casually walked back to the table before you could sit down however Sam stood and said he needed to get back. Your stomach dropped thinking he had seen something he wasn’t supposed to but your phone was clear and he didn’t seem upset so you let him take you home, singing along to the radio with him on the short journey.

You got back to your place and were about to say goodbye when he pushed you up against your front door, wrapping one hand around the back of your head and kissing you. He pulled back breathlessly and looked down at you smiling, “Can you come in?” You asked him, holding onto his jacket so he couldn’t get away.

He shook his head, “I’ve got something important to do but I promise I’ll be seeing you sooner than you think.” His choice of words seemed a little unusual but you waved him off and let yourself in, kicking off your shoes and throwing your handbag on the sofa. Walking into your bedroom you jumped when you found Bucky sitting on the edge of your bed smiling at you and stretching out a hand to pull you closer.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?” He just smiled and shook his head.

“I can get into anyone’s place if I really wanted to, plus you leave your key on top of the doorframe so it’s not very difficult.” You slapped his chest and climbed into his lap, wrapping your legs around him and kissing him.

It didn’t take long for you to end up on your back, Bucky’s head under your dress. His tongue explored you with expert precision but he was being a tease tonight. He brought you to the edge three times, making you chant his name and almost rip the bedding beneath you as you gripped it tightly.

He was having too much fun edging you and not letting you cum, you were unashamedly needy, begging him for more but he kept shaking his head and refusing. Instead, he put your panties back in place and pulled your dress back down just in time for Sam to walk in. You looked at the pair of them in horror, they were both so smug and you realised maybe you weren’t as secretive as you thought. “He’s so good with his mouth isn’t he sweetheart. Come on Bucky show her what a good boy you can be.”

You watched with your mouth wide open as Bucky unzipped him, taking him in his mouth and choking on his length. Sam gripped his hair and slowly thrust in and out, “Take it all for Daddy, get it nice and wet.” You couldn’t look away, your eyes were glued to them both, this was something that happened often between them and watching them wasn’t helping how desperate you were feeling right now.

You let out a needy whine, squeezing your thighs together. They stopped what they were doing and turned to look at you, “Look at her, let’s give her what she wants huh?”

You move back up the bed, giving them space and watch as Bucky strips and climbs over the top of you. He rummages around in your drawer and passes Sam some lube, you look at him confused, you did not need lube right now but the confusion passes when you see the absolute look of pleasure on Bucky’s face followed by the sounds of skin slapping against skin.

You move your hand down, bunching up your dress. But before you can make any sort of contact Bucky grabs your hands and holds them above your head in one hand. It would be so hot if you weren’t absolutely desperate right now. “Bad girls don’t get to cum Doll.”

You whisper out a plea but it goes unheard because of the sounds they’re both making. Sam uses Bucky and Bucky chants Sam’s name over and over. Bucky cums, staining your dress and running his fingers through it, bringing it to your lips and calling you a good girl when you suck them clean. He rolls off you and lays down, watching as Sam finishes in the same spot. “I think we need to have a little chat.”

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x bucky barnes #bucky x reader #sambucky fanfiction #sambucky #feelingluckychallenge

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