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May you give some tips on how to write about the whole castles, royalty, peasants, knights type of story? Hehe thankies!

How to Write About Medieval Europe

The Medieval times play a huge role in many forms of media today, from TV shows to books to movies. It’s often romanticized and glamorized to make for a good plot, and sifting through what’s real and what’s fake can be a daunting task. 

Not to mention that the way of life in the Medieval times is vastly different from our lifestyles now! There was a lot more rules, a lot more pomp and circumstance, and a lot more death!

In this post, I’ll mostly be covering a time period around the 1400s to 1600s, with all of the classic knights, nobles, and kings and queens that everyone has come to know and love!

So how exactly do you write about medieval times?

1.Know the People

The Medieval times attached a lot more importance to titles and wealth than we do today. The number of names and titles can get a bit confusing at times, so please try to bear with me.

All of these are ordered from lowest rank to highest rank. 

Category One- Lower/Middle Classes (Could be collectively called Peasants)

1. Slave

Slaves are bought and sold, usually owned by nobles but sometimes purchased by some of the wealthier peasants to help out with farm work. 

They are seen as property and nothing more, and their masters can do with them as they please. 

There is rarely a penalty for killing or harming one’s own slave, but one may be punished for destruction of property if they killed or harmed a slave that wasn’t theirs.

2. Serf

Not a slave, but not free, either. 

They live on the property of a noble’s manor and are bound by the feudal system to pay rent in shares of their crops. 

They must ask the nobles permission to marry and to leave, but are overall left to their own devices. 

Their lives were still hard, however, and often they starved or fell to sickness. 

They remained serfs, however, mostly because they needed the protection of the nobles’ knights from barbarian invaders.

 If the manor of the noble was sold, the serfs came along with it.

3. Peasant

Peasants may be poor, but they are completely free. 

They often live in villages together and made their livings as masons, blacksmiths, tailors, shoemakers, farriers, carpenters, and much more. 

If they were particularly good at their craft, they may just earn enough money to be considered a noble; social mobility is not as rigid for peasants as it is for serfs and slaves.

Category 2- Knights

Knights are  in an entirely different category from the peasants and the nobility, though they are more closely associated with the nobles and garner just as much/if not more respect as them.

1. Squire

Essentially a knight in training. 

They accompany a knight on their travels and serve as their attendant, learning from the knight’s ways while polishing their armor and being their cupbearer.

2. Knight

Addressed as “Sir (Firstname)” for a man or “Dame(Firstame)” for a woman. 

Knights were hired to protect and are sworn to the code of chivalry, which is a set of rules that dictates behavior on and off the battlefield. 

For instance, knights weren’t permitted to fight an unarmed man or to kill someone whose back was turned. If an enemy was disarmed during a fight, the knight is supposed to wait for them to retrieve their weapon before resuming.

 Knights were required to be expert swordsman and bowman, as well as good riders. They also needed to be good at supporting their super-heavy armor

Category 3- Nobility

All of the nobility classes can have overlapping jobs; their titles vary on account of how much land they own. 

These nobles are given a fief, or a plot of land, by the King/Queen. They are then expected to pay taxes to the ruler and provide soldiers when needed.

1. Lord/Lady

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady.”

2. Baron/Baroness

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady.” 

Usually the spouse of a baron/baroness does not share the title and is simply referred to “My Lord/My Lady” unless they’re a baron/baroness in their own right.

3. Viscount/Viscountess

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady”

4. Earl(Also known as Count)/Countess

Addressed as “Earl of (Place name)/Countess of (Place name)”

5. Marquis/Marquise

Addressed as “Marquis/Marquise of (Place name).

6. Duke/Duchess

Addressed as “Your Grace.”

Owns the most land out of any of the other nobles

Princes and Princesses can be granted titles of Duke and Duchess.

Category 4- Royalty

1. Princes/Princesses

Addressed as “Your Highness.” 

In traditional medieval Europe, the heir to the crown was usually the firstborn son. In the absence of a son, the crown will be given to the firstborn daughter.

They can also be granted other titles such as Duke and Duchess if their parents/siblings who come into power offer them land

A lot of squabbles/dramas caused by heirs; some killed by siblings in order to assume the throne

2. King/Queen

Addressed as “Your Majesty” or “Your Grace.” 

These rulers own all of the land in the kingdom and simply “rent out” property to the nobles, which can be revoked at any time. 

They levy taxes and have their own personal army to protect and wage war against other kingdoms. 

The nomenclature of Kings and Queens can be quite difficult, especially when marriage becomes involved, so I’m going to try my best to help:

When a King inherits the throne: If he marries a woman, she becomes Queen. If he marries a man, that man becomes a Prince.

When a Queen inherits the throne: If she marries a man, he becomes Prince. If she marries a woman, that woman becomes Princess.

2. Do Some Research If You’re Unsure

If you need help figuring out all of the dynamics and certain duties of all of these people, it can help to surf the web! Researching kingdoms such as England, France, and the Holy Roman Empire might help, though be careful; France had emperors and empresses at one point! 

There are very specific differences between different kingdoms, and you have to make sure you take those into account, especially if you’re writing historical fiction!

 3. Some Recommendations that May Be Helpful

Lucky for you, there are a TON of other books, movies, and TV shows that you’ll be able to draw inspiration from! Here are some things that I recommend!

Just a note, many of these aren’t necessarily medieval or focus a lot on fantasy, too, so I’m sorry if some of them aren’t exactly what you’re looking for!

The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

Game of Thrones on HBO

The Crown on Netflix

The Witcher on Netflix

Reign on Netflix

Victoria on Amazon Prime

The Other Boleyn Girl (2008)

Elizabeth (1998) and Elizabeth: The Golden Age (2007)

Mary Queen of Scots (2018)

Hope this helped, and happy writing!

Maze runner Reactions  ~ Your Beautiful singing ~

Minho: “Who is that, Ive never heard such a heavenly voice” *peers off into maze unsure if its a human or a trap

Bonus Headcannons  

- Minho would frequently hear your voice echoing through out the maze (lmao imagine hearing way)

- Minho has tried for years to try and track where that sound has been coming from.

- Minho has seen dreams of the girl he’s so longer to meet. Or well he believes its a girl at least

- Minho often wonders what your eyes would look like, what does your hair smell like or how soft is your skin.

- Minho is very eager to see, and if he could get that chance he would take it no matter what it takes.

- Minho dreams of having his head on your lap and being able to gaze up at you listening to your angelic voice.

- Minho hasn’t told anyone about your voice in the maze, part of him thinks it to good to be true. Such a beautiful being can not come from such a dark place.

- Other gladers have noticed that Minho has been day dreaming a lot and is more determined the ever to go into the maze.

- Minho likes to think your his light shining in the darkness he just hopes that your light doesn’t dim. He will find you one day and he hopes to be yours.

Newt: “Keep singing love, you always make all the pain go away.”

- Newt loves your voice, it reminds him of something he’s not sure what but its something he really loves.

- He could imagine your qualities being the same as his mothers. Something about you is so familiar

- He thinks you would make a beautiful wife and loving mother.

- But Newt is scared of losing you and he believes the biggest mistake is bringing more children into this corrupt world.

- Newt would always ask you to sing him to sleep.

- He likes your soft whispers in his ear, it makes him forget about everything.

- Your voice take him to a special place.

- He can see a valley of flowers varying in colours. You sitting down with a flower crown singing to the butterflies that fluttered.

- These are Newts dream’s, he wants to take you to this place. He wants to keep you safe and throw away this part of his life.

- Sometimes Newt looks up to you with glossy, sorrow filled eyes. It hurts but you understand so you both live it up whilst you two can.

Sorry guys but this gif was just to funny😂 we get it everyone wants Thomas

Thomas: “ You know your my sun shine Y/N..”

Headcannons

- Thomas would sometimes join in, he knows he’s bad singing but he wants to sing with you.

- Thomas isn’t actually that bad probs is the best out of the boys

- Thomas would sing you to sleep if your sick, tired and or can’t sing anymore.

- He would whisper into your ear and you would be able to feel his breath on your neck.

Thomas would always kiss your check before he finally goes to sleep.

- Sometimes you make Thomas cry with your voice and the things you sing about.

- The real reason he loves your voice so much is because he can feel your sorrow, pain, joy, love.

- He knows your real and appreciates it.

- Thomas will never forget you or your voice of hope. He singings with you to remind him of the memories, to hold onto them and cherish you.

- Thomas would hand these songs down to his children/generation.

- He wants your voice to live on in the glade.

Gally: “Your what  i need after a long hard day at work”

Headcannons

- Gally has a tough time putting up with everyone else, its not his fault its just who he was.

- Gally would crawl up to you in bed (i imagine as a keeper he gets to stay in the homestead), lye on your thighs kisses and them occasionally.

- He would let your voice relax his tired muscles, tense expression and allow his to slowly drift off to sleep.

- Gally loves it when your rack your fingers through his hair.

- Because of this Gally treats you like a queen. Your just so loving and kind to him. Not like any of the others.

- Gally would always tell you how gifted you are to be able to sooth everyones problems and make everyone feel special, loved and valued.

- You also taught Gally how to enjoy the present, stop worry about tomorrow and start living today.  

Laced Around Your Throat

Summary: Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it. 

Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2.5K 

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, voyeurism,  cockwarming, oral (m receiving), fingering (x 2), choking, very brief daddy kink (mentioned once)

 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the wonderful @whisperlullaby​, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵) However no permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post any parts of my stories anywhere (reblogs are great). 

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A/N: Requested. 

Steve runs New York with an iron fist, sharing his wealth and power with his best friend Bucky. His legitimate businesses are lucrative fronts for the state’s largest criminal organizations. Rumors run rampant through the boroughs about the golden hair CEO and the mysterious brunet known only to the public as the Winter Soldier, however, no one dares to say anything too loud.

No one is brave enough to risk his wrath. Louder than the rumors of the mob boss are the whispers about what happens to his enemies. 

He has the police in his pocket, the governor on speed dial, and senators begging for a meeting. 

While people know of Steve Rogers, very few know the man behind his meticulously crafted façade. 

Steve has worked hard to keep his name away from his more nefarious dealings, content to let others take credit for his handiwork. It’s easier for him to rule when people are unaware of everything that he owns. His privacy is more important to him than the notoriety that comes with his status. 

There is one thing, one person, he does claim. 

You.

Oh, Steve loves you. You belong to him. His feral need to claim you that grows more powerful each day. He’s not happy until he’s fucked you senseless, so thoroughly and deeply, that you feel him long after he’s slipped out of your tight warm pussy, his passionate lovemaking leaves you wearing his marks all over your soft thighs and chest. 

It’s a vicious cycle, seeing you marked up makes him want to mark you even more. Hearing you scream out his name as he fucks you makes him go harder until you’re wrecked, overstimulated and limp on the bed. A vicious cycle that you can’t get enough of. Neither can he. 

But nothing compares to how his hand curves perfectly around your throat, your skin painted with bruises from his thick fingers, lips, and teeth. Steve knows only one thing will look better around your throat. 

His name. 

He had the necklace designed by a French artist and handcrafted by an Italian jeweler. The black diamonds woven throughout the collar enhanced the colorful crimson rubies, his name etched in the braided tassel that could be split apart and attached to the ends of the necklace, hanging in loops over your collarbone. 

Or it can be left down, dropping between your breasts, his name twisting with each sway of the chain. When Steve saw how perfectly it fit on you, he knew it was worth every penny, he would spend millions to have more commissioned for you. His girl. 

The night he put it on you, seeing his name on against your skin changed something in him. His alpha side reaching new heights. You watched in awe and heady anticipation as he swiftly removed his clothes, ordering you to stay still. 

“Sweetheart, now is not the time to tease me, I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do.” He swore, his voice deepening the longer he stared at you. 

Steve’s hands trembled with the urge to choke you, his desire to be inside you overwhelming his senses, all he could see was you splayed on his gigantic bed, naked and ready for him. The necklace glinting under the lights; the sight fraying his barely there control. When you tugged on it, murmuring his name, he snapped. 

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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : the weather is bad and your dad, whose been picking you up after late shifts, is out of town so he’s sent his best friend bucky to take his little girl home. who is bucky to refuse?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : dad’s best friend!bucky barnes x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 4,215 words 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :  (  MINOR’S DO NOT INTERACT! 18+  )  teasing, age gap (bucky is late 30s, reader is 22-23?), undefined relationship, praise kink, thigh riding, fingering, oral (female receiving, male receiving mentioned), dirty talk, pet names (sweets/sweetheart, honey, baby/doll), unprotected sex  ( don’t risk it, wrap ya biscuit! ), creampie, cumplay.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :  i really said to myself “hey why don’t u write something small abt this au!bucky” and then it took two days and made my brain melt out through my bad ear. anyway, please don’t reupload, repost or translate my work. i only post on tumblr, so if you see this elsewhere know that it isn’t me. once again, i ask that MINOR’S DO NOT INTERACT! 18+

“You better be careful, what with this weather” Your boss, Tom, calls as you pull on your jacket, having so graciously offered to finish closing up on his own so you could get a head start to try and beat the worst of the wind and rain. You’re babbling your thanks to him once again when the bell above the diner door gives a jingle, your ride home entering. Your boss is about to shoo him away, telling him that they’re closed but you cut in, “Don’t worry, this is just Bucky. My dad asked him to pick me up, cause he’s outta town”.

“Y’ready, doll?” Bucky calls out with his familiar drawl, opening the door back up and letting a large gust of wind and rain into the diner. You make a point to dart straight out, shouting your good nights and final thank you to Tom as you rush to Bucky’s car, earning a chuckle from the pair. The parking around the diner isn’t that expansive, but it’s dark and you find yourself halting as you look out for it, only for Bucky’s hand to find the small of your back and guide you instead.

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Detention

Marauders. Wolfstar mainly. 

Warnings: smoking, fighting 

Pure fluff

A/N I have been seriously lacking for ideas for these one shots so please please if you have ideas let me know cause I would love to write them. I'm trying to post some one shots  for many different fandoms such as Marauders, Harry Potter, Marvel, Six of Crows and Merlin so if you have ideas or requests for any one shots with characters in those fandoms I would be happy to write them! And I am happy to write x Reader as well! :)

"I hate you all," Remus grumbled, buried in one of his jumpers, leaning back in his uncomfortable and far too small chair.

"How were we supposed to know Professor Binns was going to be just around the corner!" Sirius defended, just as grouchy as the Lycanthrope.

"Come on guys, don't fight," Peter budged in, still half asleep.

"Yeah, none of us are happy to be here and arguing isn't going to help," James agreed.

The four teenage boys had been dragged out of bed and into an empty, old, small classroom for a Saturday Detention.

"Surely you should be more upset Prongs, you're missing the Quidditch game," Remus pointed out.

James groaned in response. "I know, this sucks,"

Sirius grumbled something to himself and turned away from them all.

"Something to say, Padfoot?" Remus asked condescendingly.

"Shut up, Remus, this was your idea as well it's not all my fault that we're stuck in here!"

"You're the one who didn't check the map when he was supposed to!" Remus stood up, the lack of sleep and the upcoming full moon doing nothing to keep in his temper. "If you had done your job none of us would be in here!"

"If you had used your stupid werewolf senses for any good you could have heard Professor Binns!"

"Alright!" James bellowed louder than the two. "That's enough! You're frightening poor Pete," indeed Peter was in the corner with his hands over his ears. "Now if you can't talk to each other with any compassion then be quiet and talk after you've both calmed down,"

James left no room for negotiation so Remus and Sirius turned away from each other, Remus reading and Sirius quietly muttering to himself.

The hours dragged by and the boys all cursed Professor Binns for making them stay in detention for three hours. At the end Peter was braiding Sirius' hair for practise, James was lying upside-down on his desk and Remus was still reading, curling himself up and ignoring all of them.

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When the third hour struck on the clock all the boys silently got up and walked out. James went to find the Quidditch team and ask them about the game, Sirius couldn't care less and went to the courtyard to smoke, Peter went after James and Remus went back to his dorm, curling up in his bed and reading again.

"James Potter where the hell were you?!" Marlene bellowed, upset with the Seeker.

"Detention," James replied sheepishly, not wanting to make her any madder. "How'd the game go?"

"Barter is not a good fill in Seeker, we lost by a long run," Marlene hit him up the head and kept walking with him, ruffling Peter's hair.

"Why'd you get a detention this time?"

"Got caught in a prank by Professor Binns," Peter sighed, all students knowing how strict Binns was. "Detention was horrible, three hours of Sirius and Remus sending each other harsh glares and arguing,"

Marlene gave him her sympathies, asking where both young lovers were now.

"Sirius is probably somewhere smoking, Remus is probably reading in the dorm or library,"

"Probably the dorm," James added. "He thinks the library is too crowded on weekends,"

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Sirius stepped on his finished cigarette, extinguishing the sparks. He sighed, running his hands over his face, feeling bad for the argument with Remus.

Remus heard the door open but didn't bother to look up to see who it is, assuming it was Peter.

He felt his bed sink down and started to turn his head. Before he saw who was on his bed, he felt two arms wrapping around him and soft kisses being pressed into his shoulder blades. He turned around and wrapped his arms around Sirius in turn.

"'M sorry, know the full moons making you antsy, should've been nicer," Sirius mumbled into his chest, pulling himself as close to Sirius as possible.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have snapped," Remus kissed Sirius' head.

They silently lazed there in each others arms, Sirius pressing kisses to Remus' chest and Remus kissing Sirius' head.

"What book are you reading?" Sirius asked quietly.

So Remus started off about his new book, talking about the characters and plot with deep thought and analysation. Sirius listened to every word, paying extra attention so he could discuss the book with him on another day closer to the full moon to distract him from the pain.

Remus slowly fell asleep, words about his new book turning into quiet mumbles.

Sirius smiled softly at his sleeping form, brushing his hair away from his face - which needed a cut - and kissing his cheek, laying there in his sleeping arms.

And when Peter and James walked in to check on Remus, they both knew to silently walk out and leave the two to their lazy afternoon, wrapped in each other.

What do you think about dad's best friend Steve and innocent reader? Like Steve's kinda manipulative and hot and reader's too naive and he tricks her into having sex with her, she's reluctant at first but lowkey was always attracted to him so gives in and that results in smutty goodness. Also umm can you throw in daddy kink in the mix as I can't seem to send any requests without including it?😅🤭❤️ I hope it is not too much.🥺 Thank you and loveeeeeeeee you sweetie!!!❤️💞💓

dad’s best friend

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, softdark!Steve, possessive!Steve, reader is in her twenties, daddy kink, dirty talk, curse words, smut, come play, unprotected sex

I am about to run wild with this and I love you!!

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Warily you eyed the clock on the wall. The mug in your hands had long since gone cold. It was still half full. The liquid sloshed in the cup with every twitch or awkward shift and there were many. Your father was meant to pick you up from Steve’s almost an hour ago and he still hadn't shown.

“Um,” you called out, “maybe we should text him?”

“We can do,” Steve replied, his voice floating from the kitchen, “but I don’t think it’ll be much use - oh, damn!”

Steve appeared in the doorway, dish cloth thrown over his shoulder and phone in hand. “I asked him to come at eight instead of six. My bad.”

You checked the clock again. It had only just gone ten to seven. You sighed and relaxed back into the sofa. “It’s fine. Do you want help with those dishes?”

You followed Steve back into his kitchen and settled into an easy rhythm; he washed and you dried. The silence was welcome and it was easy to get yourself lost in such a simple task.

Steve had saved your ass today. The rain had been torrential and Steve lived close to your college, almost an entire hour closer than your family. The wasn't normally an issue but it was a weekend and you’d been looking forward to spending it with them. 

Steve’s elbow brushed your arm. “Alright there, doll?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded, “just looking forward to spending the weekend with family.”

Steve’s lips quirked up as he nudged you again. “Am I not family enough for you, doll?”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. The blue eyes, dark blonde hair. Broad shoulders and a beard that you wanted to slide your fingers into...sigh. You shook your head. “Sure you are.” and that was the problem.

Steve stared at you for a moment longer. Sometimes it felt as if he was looking right into you, peeling your brain open like a diary and flicking through all your dirtiest thoughts. A shudder ran down your spine and you looked away, embarrassed. God forbid. 

Eventually the sink was clean of dishes. A glance at the clock told you it had only even ten minutes. Taking in a deep breath, you moved to sink back into the couch. 

“Wait a minute,” Steve said, “I’ve got something I want you to take a look at.”

Steve was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and began heading up once you reached him. The walls were devoid of any kind of picture, though there was a chest in the upstairs hall that had a framed photo of him and your father. Steve had always been a great family friend and had spent many a weekend young your house. Now you were wondering what that might have cost him. Had he ever been lonely?

Steve led you into his bedroom and you followed without question. Your cheeks flared at the rumbled bed sheets and you averted your eyes. You felt like a pervert. Steve was stood by the side of his bed. He picked something off of the bedside table and when he turned to show you, your lips parred.

“You remember this?” he said. “Only a year or so old, I think. I’m not usually one for photos but I saw this and - you just looked so beautiful.”

The light gleamed off of the photo, illuminating your grin immortalised by the camera. Steve was right; it was only a year old. You’d been embarrassed and had stopped your family from ordering the photo once the sample had been sent out. Your hair looked a little too frazzled, your grin a little too wide. Apparently that hadn’t mattered to Steve.

“Why do you have that?” you asked. The question sat heavy in the air, weighing you down. You swallowed and your tongue felt clumsy in your mouth.

Steve hummed thoughtfully, turning the photo back to himself and stroking a thumb down the side. The silence was heavy. Then, a slight tilt of his head, and he was looking back at you. “I think you know why, doll.”

A shaky breath shoved its way past your lips and you took a step back. Never had you - there had been looks but - he was your father’s best friend. 

You shook your head. “No, Steve. I - no. It’s just a silly crush --”

“Maybe to you,” Steve interrupted. He discarded the picture on the bed and you watched it bounce. “But not for me. I have loved you for years. Do you know how it felt when - finally - one day you looked at me and it just clicked? You could never have hid how you felt. Not from me.”

“Steve, my dad --”

“Doesn’t have to know,” he spoke quickly. He reached out and his hand brushed your face. At some point he’d cornered you, and now he was the only thing between you and the door. “I’ve thought about it. I - we can do this. You spend a lot of time here all ready so he won’t bat an eye --”

“Steve, no.”

It was hard to watch. Steve flinched suddenly, as if he’d been hit. The hand by your face was shaking badly and the urge to reach out and take was a strong one. 

You’d lied to him. It was more than a crush. But hiding something of this extent from your parents? You’d never done anything of the sort before, didn’t know if you could start doing it now.

Steve’s hands suddenly cupped your face, angling it up toward his. You opened your mouth to speak but he silenced you with a kiss. You’d like to say that you struggled but - you didn’t. It was disturbingly easy to melt into the affection, open your mouth under his tongue and let his it sweep in. You went limp and surrendered yourself to it. 

Steve parted from you but not for long. He had you pinned to the wall with his body as his lips were caressing your gave and moving down your neck. “Don’t say that to me, doll. I’ve waited for so long and - I have to have you.”

The heat in his tone made you whimper and he swallowed the sound with his own mouth, ensuring your attention remained solely on him. It’s yours, you wanted to say, has been yours for so long.

An exhale shakily parted your lips when you felt the line of his cock press into your stomach. Your pussy clenched automatically at the thought of it, at the thought of Steve fucking you and slowly taking you apart with it. You dug your fingers into Steve's hair, tugging when he bit particularly hard at the long line of your neck.

The room swirled around you as Steve pulled you from the wall and to the direction of his bed. You went willingly, whimpering when the heat of his hands and mouth left you for too long. It was finally happening and you were desperate for it. If he stopped now or turned away you felt as if you'd die. A fire had started in your core and was steadily working its way through your body, trails of it left wherever Steve’s hands went.

“Don’t stop,” you managed, your voice ragged to your own ears. “Touch me, Steve.”

“Won’t,” Steve bit back, “can’t. Not Steve, darling girl. Daddy.”

Daddy. Now you were considering if Steve really had peeked inside your head at some point. 

Your pussy was pulsing along with your heartbeat, desperate for touch. You arched your back and pressed your breasts into Steve’s hands. Steve tweaked at your nipples through the fabric and then pulled it down, freeing your breasts. The urge to cover yourself came and went as Steve enveloped your nipples in his hot mouth, sucking hard enough to have you crying out. Your body was writing underneath his.

He parted from your breast with a ‘pop’ and his hands went to your jeans. The sound of your zipper coming down had your nerves flaring but then he was yanking them from your body hard enough to leave red marks and your panties were quick to follow.

Steve’s eyes fixated on the space between your legs and he inhaled noisily, sweeping a trembling hand across his mouth. “Fuck, doll. You want Daddy to touch your pretty cunt?”

“Daddy, yes,” you answered frantically. Burning up.

Despite the hunger in his gaze, Steve’s fingers trailed languidly across your pussty. His thumb swiped your clit and you shook. He used two fingers to part your lips, opening you to his careful gaze. The urge to rush him was strong, but you also understood. Steve was an artist. He’d want to see it all, take it in, tuck the details to this back of his mind for later. 

Your body flared up again at the thought of later. The image of Steve laid in this very bed, naked, hand around his cock, almost had you coming spontaneously. “Daddy, I can’t wait much longer.”

Steve hummed, eyes flickering back up to your face. They stayed that way, darting between your pussy and your face as he slid two fingers in to the knuckle. They went smoothly and you felt your arousal leaking around them. The thought of it pooling on the bed made you hotter and you felt almost dizzy.

Steve lazily fucked you open with them, humming appreciatively at the wet sound that soon came every time they pushed in. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your belly, inhaling deeply. 

“Feels good, doll? My fingers in your pretty cunt?” he purred.

“Oh, God, yes,” you breathed, hips stuttering on the bed. “Need more.”

You cried out when his fingers pulled out and didn’t return. Pink lips parted and you watched as he took his fingers into his own mouth, sucking hungrily at your arousal. Then he was reaching for his shirt and tearing it off to join your jeans in the corner. His own followed and you gasped when his cock sprang up and brushed his belly button.

The head was an angry red and was damp with precum. Your mouth watered and the urge to taste rose up but you pushed it aside for another time. Steve fisted his cock and pumped it a few times, eyes more black than blue. He looked starved. 

“Gonna let me slide into that pretty cunt?” he rasped. The bed dipped as he got on, getting on his knees in front of you. “Fuck you stupid?”

“Yes,” you cooed, “anything, Daddy.”

Your legs jolted when Steve grabbed them and used them to pull you closer. His cock bobbed against his thigh and brushed against yours. It made you embarrassingly close to begging. Fast was not fast enough. You wanted to feel it all and you wanted to feel it now. 

The head of his cock caressed your clit and you sighed, relaxing into Steve’s hold. He had one hand at your hip and the other was guiding his cock to your pussy. The sight was more erotic that you’d been prepared for and he cooed when your pussy clenched again around nothing.

“Gonna get you nice and full,” he promised, “watch me leaking out of you.”

The stretch was welcome, and God, it was a stretch. Steve pushed forward until his hips were flush against yours. There was no pain, only a distinct feeling of being deliciously and utterly full. Just like he’d promised.

You rolled your hips experimentally and let your head fall back at the sensation. Still not enough. When both of Steve’s hands came to push your legs further apart and then cup your hips you shuddered in relief. 

“Been thinking about this so long,” he bit out. “Never gonna get enough of this cunt. Mine.”

Steve slid away until only the tip was remaining and then pulled your hips down at the same time he pushed forward. He sank you down onto his cock and watched as he disappeared inside of you and your arousal leaked out around his cock. It was a sight he’d never get enough of.

The pace didn’t remain slow for long. Soon the room was loud with the sound of his hips snapping together with yours and the soft appreciative coos he gave every time you moaned for him. He set a rhythm that allowed you no respite and made you take everything he was giving you, made you feel it all.

“Say it,” he urged. “say you’re mine. Tell me who this cunt belongs to.”

“Yours, Daddy,” you cried out, “’m yours.”

“Fucking right,” he groaned as he altered the position, leaning down until he was held up by his forearms around you. Your breasts pressed into his chest and when your nipples brushed against his you almost sobbed. 

Your orgasm didn’t creep up on you, it was loud and left trails of fire in its wake as it thoroughly ravaged you and left you limp beneath Steve. His pace stuttered at the sensations of your nails digging crescent shapes into his back and your pussy clenching wildly around his cock. Hips pressed tight to yours, cock seated deep, he let himself go. The feel of his release inside of you had him twitching already and you moaned. 

“Good girl,” he purred, “been so good for me. Was always meant to be like this.”

Steve didn’t pull out, only rolled to his side and manoeuvred your limbs until you were lying quite comfortably beside him. You caught a glimpse of the clock beside him and suddenly went cold. “Steve, my dad.”

“It’s okay, doll,” he spoke through a yawn, “he’s not coming till tomorrow.”

Too tired to argue, you let yourself relax back into his arms. Something sharp was poking your thigh and you swept your arm out, knocking the picture onto the floor. As you stared at the path it had taken, you knew Steve was right. It was always meant to be like this.

Tony: hey, kiddo, how’ve you been? How’s school?

Peter, a struggling™️ teen: I am a festive piñata and God is a thirteen year old boy whose parents just announced their divorce.

Tony:

Loki walks in the room: same

    𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀

summary┃when your a/c craps out on the hottest day of the year, your dad suggests you ask bucky to look at it.

pairing┃dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

word count┃3,330 words

warnings┃significant + undefined age-gap [reader in her mid 20’s & bucky in late 30’s], metal arm kink, innuendos, pet-name [kid, gumdrop, pretty girl, sweetheart, sweetie], dumbification [big girl words], lots of teasing, authority kink, talk of masturbation, size kink, kitchen sex, bucky is too big [makes it fit], bulge kink [bucky is in readers tummy], squirting, unprotected sex, bucky finishes on his own chest, fingering, multiple orgasms, bucky makes reader ride his fingers, talk of subspace [+ aftercare], showering with bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃inspired by me being hot & and a slut <<3

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PAIRING- reader x tony stark 

WORD COUNT 2.1k

WARNINGS:  you know the drill, SMUT, UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap it before you tap it !) SWEARING, consumption of alcohol ? (idk if this is a warning?) 

Request from Anon- Hey doll! May I request Tony Stark x fem!reader, where they been out sassing and flirting with each other nonstop and creating big sexual tensions for eachother. One day they have the hole Avengers tower to themselvs and have smutty time Ps! ilu 😘

I’ve been waiting for a Tony imagine and this didn’t disappoint i live for Tony Smut, I feel like there isn’t enough but thats just me *shrugs* anyway enjoy x 

GIF NOT MINE! 

You were flirty person; it was second nature to you. Most, if not all of your friends could testify to that. You couldn’t help it, you liked to flirt and tease those around you. So when you became an avenger you found out that the infamous Tony Stark was equally if not more flirty than you. And that was saying something. The rest of the Avengers were quick rolling their eyes whenever you or Tony sent sexual innuendos to each other. Bruce had to physically leave the lab once time, your flirty and teasing were too much for even the most patient man.

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the nerve of them — poly!marauders

includes: angst ig? a huge fight, slapping, degradation, reader not being into it while the rest are clueless, leading up to smut, but obviously no smut.

An unwanted straggler with no home or a family.

A big mouthed child trapped in the body of a fucking oaf.

And a loner that clung onto a faux aura of mystery to hide how lonely he truly was.

These three were the people spewing insults at you all at once, degrading you to the point of no return. It was an enjoyable kink for the most part, but now your patience was wearing thin.

Who were they to call you such names? One look in the mirror should have granted them enough self awareness as to know who should stay silent and who should be the one in control.

Being in a relationship with the three of them was a dream, but it was quickly turned upside down in moments like these. Maybe it was because you had a shitty day, which was partially caused by your boyfriends. You started off the day like normal, heading off to breakfast with a cup of iced coffee in your hands.

Your peaceful walk to class was turned into a nightmare the second you felt someone pull up close to your ear and whisper, “are you really that much of a whore? Wearing these short skirts around and flaunting what is mine?”

The delivery was so sudden and harsh that not only did you spill your coffee all over your sweater, but you quickly turned around to almost spit in the face of the offender. It was Sirius. Of course it was Sirius. One of the harshest and horniest doms you had ever come in contact with. Angry to the point of seeing red, you snapped at him. “Get the fuck out of my face, what’s wrong with you?”

The asshole mistook your genuine anger as brattiness and soon ⅓ of his gang followed. Remus took in the scene before him and let out a sigh. His disappointment only sent you further down your road of rage, not understanding why he was sighing like a grandpa off his inhaler when he was clueless to the context of the situation. “What happened?” Remus asked Sirius. He completely ignored your presence making you feel like a child about to be scolded by their parents. “She’s being a brat Rem.” Sirius borderline whined as he said this, but of course Remus being the dick rider that he was, didn’t call him out on his bad behaviour.

Turning his glare onto you, he demanded you apologize at once. You tried letting your side of the story be heard. Sirius had snuck up on you, called you a whore and effectively ruined a perfectly good morning. There was no point in you trying to be “good” for them anymore seeing as they would go to the ends of the Earth to create problems where there weren’t any.

You had an ego that was not willing to be stomped on today for the sake of two arrogant boys with their heads stuck too far up their own asses to see sunlight. Instead of saying sorry, you splashed the remnants of your coffee all over Sirius’ white shirt. Drowning him in the brown coloured liquid, just like he did you.

The looks on their faces made you feel a lick of satisfaction. Remus had his eyes blown wide open, ready to fall out of his head. Sirius on the other hand was standing frozen with his mouth slightly agape.

He slowly used his fingers to wipe the drops of cold coffee that splashed onto his face and then his frighteningly cold gaze was turned onto you. Before he had the chance to say something you made your exit, turning on your heel and leaving where you came from. The boys made no move to follow and you were relieved.

Thankfully, your schedule for today was set up in a way that allowed you to spend more time away from them. This is what you needed, some peace and quiet. Of course you weren’t completely off the hook considering that you had your last class with James, who would by now know of the events that took place in the morning. It made you shake uneasily, knowing to expect some taunting remarks about your “bratty” behaviour.

That entire class was spent with James making you worry about the punishment they had in store for you later. He was mocking you, playing with your head and telling you just how much trouble you had gotten yourself into.

You steadily ignored him. Treating James’ consistent blabbering as white noise instead of something legible was the smartest move. The clock moved faster than you had wanted it to and soon you were being led up the boys dormitories by a grinning James. He found amusement in your plight.

As soon as you entered the room you were greeted by the sight of Remus and Sirius laying on the shared bed in a nonchalant sort of matter. You knew they were playing it cool to make you nervous, but instead you felt rage.

Clearly very poorly concealed rage seeing as soon you were on sirius’ lap as he squished your cheeks together. The boy went straight to mocking you as finding no point in playing nice. You were to be punished, in his opinion. Not listened to, or understood. In this moment you were to be spanked and fucked until all coherent thoughts left your brain.

“You fucking slut, did you really think you would get away with all that?” he spat, eyes turning dark. He was a sight to see. All furrowed eyebrows and harsh lines. Lips turned down in a scowl as he regarded you with nothing but, what in your irate state was, hate. “Fuck you.” you spat back equally as harsh. Remus scoffed and James quirked an eyebrow at your tone. Sirius was fed up and you saw his hand raise to smack you, but you beat him to it. A hard slap was delivered straight to his cheek, stinging your palm.

There were three harsh intakes of breath from each respective boyfriend as your actions sunk in. Sirius’ head was snapped to the side at your display of aggression. Finally you were giving him the same medicine he often feeds you. The silence ended as you reiterated your previous statement. “I said Fuck you.”

“For someone who claims to be as smart as you do, you really are a lost little boy. What are you? Fucking stupid? Huh, Sirius? I’ve told you, the three of you actually, time and time again today that I am not in the mood. The fact that you daft whores still haven’t understood that yet is just...beyond me.

Spilling coffee all over me to degrading me instead of apologizing like a normal person would. This is what you’re “punishing” me for? Go fuck yourselves the lot of you.

If you’re going to insult me at least, attempt to sound mature about it. I feel like I'm talking to a bunch of horny 12 year old boys who just learned how to curse. If you can’t fuck me nice, please try not to sound so ridiculous when you’re degrading me. God, can you ever do anything right? It’s embarrassing at this point.”

Your outburst was finished as the three of them stared at you in silence. Sirius was lightly clutching his slowly reddening cheek, serves him right, as your chest heaved. It was clear to them how much they fucked up. Communication being something that was basically non-existence during this entire ordeal up till now.

Before they could utter a rushed apology you packed your shit and left. They could chase you and beg if they really wanted your attention that bad. It never was your style to let stray dogs in just like that. You preferred to make them work for it.