I CAN DO THIS ALL DAY🎀 18+

Ignoring hate just absolves bullies of accountability and responsibility. There are ways to mitigate hateful messages: not sharing private contact information, not sharing personal information, creating an extensive blocklist, blockchains, muting tags and words, turning off anon, reporting the harmful posts and tweets, attempting to curate your own online space. But at the end of the day, all of that might not be enough.

I’m not really sure what the solution is here, or if there is one. It’s just frustrating that people think it’s okay to aggressively intrude into your space when all you’ve done is create work you wanted to make, or expressed an opinion they might not agree with. I’m not talking about criticism (which if expressed in a constructive way can be fine for harmful subjects) but actual threats of violence and vehemence.

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Warnings: None I don’t think! Sad reader but Andy cheers her up :)

Word Count: 670

Summary: When Andy arrives home from work, you’re nowhere to be found…

A/N: EEK! I feel as if I haven’t written anything for a while, so enjoy this little Andy drabble!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

“Honey, I’m home!”

When Andy was met with silence as he walked through the door of his house, he instantly grew concerned. The house was never quiet when you were at home, there was always some form of noise – whether that was sound coming from the television, the clashing of pans or you talking to your dog…there was always something.

“Baby? Y/N?”

Silence once again.

Andy was very concerned now.

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k 

Summary: you’re taken and brought to a place that shouldn’t even exist with people who speak an unfamiliar language. You can make out only two words - wife and auction. 

Warnings: 18+, no minors, alternate universe, kidnapping, inner conflict, magic, implied masturbation, slow burnish, mostly unedited 

MASTERLIST

As you had expected, Melina showed up the next day to accompany you to work again. Like the day before, Bucky and Steve showed you out the door.

Whatever cream Steve had given you for the sunburn had worked wonders. The sheets had felt a little rough against your skin but that feeling had crept away as you’d slept. It felt smooth and there wasn’t even a hit of soreness.

You felt confident as you walked down to Adonis’ boat. You were sure that you would know the way without help and that made you optimistic. Maybe it would be best to take Melina up on her offer and go on a walk with her after you’d finished work. That way you could get to know your surroundings a little bit better.

Just a few thoughts on how I think a lazy weekend with Ari would go…

Always sleeps late if he knows there’s nothing he needs to get up for or anything he needs to do

Long, warm cuddles, he wraps you up in his arms and holds onto you, his warm breath skipping over your ear and cheek as he dozes

When the sleeping is done he wants something else, and that almost always starts with gentle kisses behind your ear and his warm, broad hands exploring your body

He’s a generous lover when he knows he’s got the time, he’ll bring you to climax with his hands and his mouth before he even thinks about filling you with his cock

He loves your afterglow and just can’t help but stare at your face, blissed out and relaxed

He’d smoke a cigarette or two, even though he promises he’s trying to stop

He won’t be making breakfast, it’s almost lunch by the time you’re up so he doesn’t see the point and just gets a few snacks

He’s happy to go food shopping if that needs to be done but he would rather just get out for a walk and get some fresh air

And if you do get out for a walk, it’ll be a long one

He likes to explore and find new places, he’s got a heart for adventure and he loves to give into that 

That same heart for adventure does sometimes lead to the two of you having sex in some very interesting places

Ari does enjoy the thrill of the risk of being caught

He’s happy to spend his lazy evenings having a few drinks while a film plays

But he would also love to meet a few friends in a bar if he’s invited

The two of you stay up late, talking and joking 

If you’re up for it he’ll want you again because Ari cannot ever get enough of your body 

When it’s late and Ari is relaxed and happy he gets very candid 

The mask drops away and you get to really see and know the true soul of Ari, he talks about his past and the things he’s seen and done, he talks about his dreams for the future and his family and he talks about how he feels, about the depth of his feelings for you 

And his every word come straight from his soul and you can feel that

Weekends without plans allows for Ari to relax and be his most honest self and he’s always looking forward to the next one

Dedicated to my girl, @christhickevans​, I hope this makes you feel better. 

Chris:

                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                              Chris Evans/Female Reader                           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As soon as I saw this tweet, I knew I would want to write something lol                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chris was….shocked….a bit confused and all around….baffled as he closes his mouth finally and laughs a bit, “Ok so, who are all these from?”

You just smile, humor clearly in your eyes, “I’m just the driver Mr. Evans, are you refusing them?”

Poor Chris just….takes in you, in your work uniform, hat on your head, he blinks as it dawns on him….you’re cute, like really cute and suddenly he’s swallowing thickly, “Oh uh no no, I’ll take them.”

You smile more, blushing slightly noticing his eyes more focused on you, it wasn’t everyday you had a cute guy check you out, “Great, I’ll go get them.”

As you head back to the van, Chris is only a man, a red blooded male, he checks out your ass and fuck, what a ass it is, paired with your body and your cuteness and pretty eyes, oh shit.

He feels his palms get sweaty, when he was younger he felt like he had much more game, now? Not so much, not if he truly had someone catch his eye and he liked them, he was older, wiser, had to learn some hard lessons in his love life, so now he knows he’s more picky, more careful.

But it’s been a long time sense someone caught his eye like you are right now, when you bring up a box, you carry it easy enough and drop it at his feet, when you stand back up, you smile amused, “Only eight more boxes to go Mr. Evans.”

“Oh gez let me help you please.” he offers.

You snort softly, “I won’t say no to the help, they are awfully heavy.”

“Good thing I’m here then.”

You turn back to look at him over your shoulder as you walk back to the van, trying not to laugh at his flirting, it was cute, “Sure is.”

He clears his throat, pink to his cheeks as he helps you with the boxes, once they are all inside his house, you take off your hat to fan yourself, “Do you want a glass of water?” he asks.

“Sure, that would be great.”

You take the offered glass of water gratefully and drink it down slowly, he leans against the kitchen counter watching you, as you watch him, his eyes more then once look down at your lips, as you hold the glass in both your hands watching him, in his simple jeans, sneakers and t-shirt, you smile coyly, “You know, that was my last delivery of the day, and I own the van so I don’t have to drop it off anywhere.”

You really hope you didn’t read this wrong.

“Is that right.”

His shy little smirk tells you, maybe you didn’t read this wrong at all, you walk up to him with your empty glass and put it down by him on the counter along with your hat, it doesn’t escape your notice how his breathing hitches when you near him, nor when you tip his hat up and off, showing off some very soft and fluffy looking short hair, “I don’t normally make it habit of flirting with the customers I deliver too.” 

You watch his adam’s apple bob up and down as his hands slowly reach for you and trail over your sides, resting on your hips, his grip tightens as he feels you under your uniform, “I don’t normally flirt with the drivers.” he whispers.

You bite your bottom lip smiling, “No?” you tease.

He smiles more, “No.”

You lick your lips as one of his hands goes to the zipper of your full body uniform, when he starts slowly pulling the zipper down, you let him, watching each other, when you pull both your arms out of the sleeves and let the uniform pool at your feet, his eyes go darker, his breathing picks up, and your eyes spot the bulge growing in his jeans and you feel yourself preen a bit.

“Do you always wear such skimpy clothes under your uniform?” he asks roughly.

You shrug, as his hands now rest on your more bare hips, “I was running late this morning and all I could find was my sleeping clothes.”

Said sleeping clothes were only some tiny sleeping shorts that were years old and an even older tank top, no bra, no panties, you swallow thickly, “Normally I uh have on a bit more but well.” you trail off at the look on his face.

No ones ever looked at you with so much desire before and it was….doing things to you, “You look perfectly fine to me.”

His eyes keep sweeping your body, before he looks into your eyes and leans into you, his look is so intense, you hang onto him suddenly as he kisses you, soft at first, testing the waters.

When you both moan and his tongue is in your mouth and your tongues are dancing together and you’re both holding each other tightly, the rest, getting to the bedroom, is a blur of clothes coming off, bumping into things and giggling from you both.

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He’s behind you and yet he’s on top of you, his chest to your back, his fingers intertwined with yours above your head in the sheets and his cock is buried so deep in your pussy, your tiny like swear words on a loop just make him harder for you, he fucks you hard but slow, takes his time, learns what you dislike, what you like and what you love.

You cry out his name after awhile of him giving you so much pleasure you don’t know how to handle it, your body clenching around him, makes him groan roughly as he follows after you, his body tensing up as he pulses inside you, you bite your bottom lip and clench more just to hear him swear, “Fuckkkkkkkk.” his drawn own word making you grin shyly into the sheets below you.

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4 YEARS LATER…..

You breath like you were taught as Chris helps you to his car, his hand on your lower back, your to go bag in his other hand, he drops the bag when he helps you in the car before throwing it in the back seat and getting in the driver’s seat.

He doesn’t drive like a bat out of hell, but he does drive a bit aggressively, you trusted his driving though so you don’t say anything, what you do say however as you feel your contraction fade for a minute is something that pulls him from his worry to get you to the hospital quickly. You hold up the chapstick he was looking for the day before from the little pocket in the door, “Need some chapstick?”

I will always want to write alpha king steve <3

                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                   Alpha King Steve/Omega Female Reader                      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sarah was in a word, trouble. She took after her father in this way. At four years old, it was all you could do to keep her out of trees or playing with the kingdom's dogs. She was rowdy and messy, she loved to be outside, among the trees and sunshine.

You worry as she gets older, and kingdom life starts to take more and more of her away from….all this. Will she still be your sweet little butterfly? Flying around to her heart's content? You pray she never loses her inner spark, that little voice that reminds her to have fun when she can.

Being queen means much of the time you are doing your duty to the kingdom and there is little time for any fun, but with your king, you find plenty of it, he helps keep that spark alive inside you and you do the same for him. Most would not believe he was capable of such silly things, but your child has a way of making everyone around her be more….relaxed, if even for a short time.

The light of the kingdom the people say.

You are glad for it.

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“Papa again.” Sarah’s voice is light and happy, Steve’s much deeper voice full of warmth and fondness as he agrees to throw her in the air again, “Of course little love.”

Your ears listen to them play as you set out everything on the wool blanket to eat. A much needed break from the castle today, some fresh air would always help with that. Steve was starting to teach Sarah to ride her own horse back in the kingdom.

It made you nervous, but you trusted your king and Sarah always looked so happy, you didn’t have the heart to say no to it. She was her fathers shadow, she loved him so fiercely, you were glad for it.

A better father then your own, your child had only ever known love, so much love and support. You sigh happily.

When they join you for lunch, Steve brings with him some wild flowers and you smile softly as he leans over to kiss you gently. Sarah sits in his lap and happily starts in on her strawberries. Your king hands you the flowers as he settles fully next to you, their happy scents filling your nose.

You smell the flowers before kissing his bearded cheek, “Thank you my king, there lovely.”

“Not more than you my queen.”

You blush but smile as you place the flowers next to you on the blanket, you make his sandwich for him before handing it over, “Thank you love.”

“Of course darling.” You offer as you work on making your own, his simple words making your inner omega pleased.

The wind picks up gently, the sound the winds make in the treetops couples with everything you want right here, it’s peaceful, so peaceful and content, moments like this don’t happen as much as you would like and you sink into the feeling.

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 1 YEAR LATER…………….

At today’s picnic, Steve playfully teaches your child how to use a sword, it’s a wooden one, same as his, but it’s still a weapon of sorts. You knew this day was coming, but you still watch on as every year your child gets older, ever closer to the woman she will be one day.

At least in this, she will have protection, if she ever finds herself without any of the kingdom's protection, she will have this to aid her. You hope it will be enough. Most women in the castle do not know how to use a sword, you do because Steve taught you, and now Sarah. He wanted his best girls strong and protected he had said once.

Still while you worry, you watch her foot work, she’s small, only five, but already learning the moves very well, better than you even, Steve watches with a proud smile as she nearly best him, you smile watching them duel.

You wonder what she will be when it’s time, a alpha, or a omega, a beta or a delta, you know no matter what, you and Steve will love her and that always makes you smile.

i’m trying to get back into writing, so @autumnrose40 was kind enough to give me a starter prompt. i’ll make another post elaborating on what i wanna write and y’all can feel free to send prompts or asks based on that! anyway, here’s a snowpiercer au because we felt like curtis would be such a soft daddy after everything he’s been through. sorry if there’s mistakes.

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when you heard the rumble coming from the back of the train, you knew the revolt was upon you. everyone else seemed blissfully unaware as they drank and indulged, but you could feel the vibrations, hear the gunshots. you couldn’t understand why they wanted to get to the front so badly, it’s not like life was perfect here. you’d been taken as a pet, kept chained and silenced for the amusement of the front passengers. you were fed scraps in a bowl and infantilized, wearing nothing more than a skimpy piece of silk and a diaper, for when you inevitably couldn’t hold it anymore. the people in the front spoke down to you, mocking and sneering, as they pulled your hair and called you a baby when you cried. you couldn’t even speak in full sentences anymore and no one cared. you weren’t there to talk, you were there for pleasure and to look pretty.

imagine someone telling you that saying your life matters is a political statement like why is me saying my life matters on a public stage so controversial ???