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cordeliawhohung · 3 months

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okay, here's the better run down on mafia!Soap as promised (as well as his fem!nurse!Reader gf <3)

like it's sorta referenced in canon, Soap is the youngest of Price's closest circle. he used to do freelance work as a programmer/hacker and got hired by the wrong crowd trying to steal some of Price's information. impressed, Price actually offered the man a job and he took it mostly because Price paid better. stayed because he also grew to like the man.

people legit call the man Soap in this universe too because he can clean hardware and information like no one's business. otherwise, they'll just call him by his last name or Johnny.

has an odd dynamic with Simon in this universe. more of like his annoying little brother than a good friend. they get along fine, but they don't really interact much outside of work. he's actually really close friends with Kyle, though. the two play games together sometimes, and Soap of course teaches him how to torrent games because fuck activision <3

he's got a few piercings. simple ear lobe piercings that he usually wears simple studs in, but he also has a tongue piercing. just the classic, straight through with a simple bar. he got it because he's a fucking munch

i feel like he wouldn't get many more tattoos than what he already has in canon ngl. if he does, they're def something stupid as fuck that have no meaning. something he probably got due to a dare, or while he was insanely inebriated.

he also doesn't have as many scars as he does in canon. certainly not the one on his chin. he def played football when he was younger, and still likes to play skirmishes every now and then. he also lifts on the regular. sure, he's tech savvy, but he goes fucking insane having to sit around too much, so going for a run or hitting the gym is a really good way to get his energy out!

while he doesn't have too many scars, he still is getting himself hurt a lot. not because he's clumsy or anything, he just really, really, really wants to ensure that something gets done right whenever he's sent out to do "field work." usually ends up with a TBI because of it lmfao.

and that's actually how the two of you met (:

being an ER nurse, you saw a lot of weird shit at the hospital, especially on day shift. then you had this loud man with a huge gash on his head and a suspected concussion roll through the door and honestly you're just glad it wasn't another damn car accident. you were tired of looking at compound fractures.

Johnny is just a fucking loon. literally acting inebriated, and poor Kyle is trying to prevent him from saying anything too stupid.

it doesn't work

at first you have a hard time telling if he's being a creep or not. commenting on your scrubs, how he likes the color, but honestly you've heard worse. but it is sort of cute. he's so loopy he's got this dog-like excitement to him and has a hard time focusing on anything in particular. it's more innocent than anything else.

he falls in love with you the moment you bring him a snack (some shitty and dry saltines and a cup of water). he devours one of the crackers like it's crack and thanks you with his mouth half full.

that's when he gets the bright idea to give you his number. a simple thanks isn't enough for the kind gift you've given him! he's got to let you know that he's down to do anything for you! so if anyone fucks with you, if you need someone taken care of give him a call. he won't ask any questions!

kyle is fucking mortified, hiding his face in the corner of the room, but you just smile and kindly take the piece of paper with his scribbled number.

of course you don't actually text or call him. he was a patient of yours, and that's just breaking so many rules! and you certainly don't need anyone to be taken care of. so you leave it be. despite how adorable his loopy smile was or how pretty his eyes were or... christ, you need to throw that scrap paper away.

and Johnny? well, he forgets all about you. not on purpose or anything, the poor man was hardly conscious when he met you, and he only interacted with you briefly. so imagine his surprise when him and Kyle are out on the town and the man points you out to him asking if you ever ended up texting him.

Johnny is fucking confused. why would she text him? (you gave your number to her, idiot) oh. that can't be. (why not?) because he would have fucking remembered if he had given his number to a girl that beautiful.

now he wants to figure out why you never texted him ):<

anyway there's more to this but my shift was long and my brain is frozen from the fuckin -31 degree weather we got so <3 enjoy lore about the idiot

#mafia!soap #mafia!johnny #mafia!141 #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john soap mactavish x reader

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multireese · 10 months

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Yandere Roommate x male reader

Your new roommate seems nice enough but a string of unfortunate events lead you to rely on him financially. (WARNINGS: financial abuse, dubcon, sex mention obviously

Yandere!Roommate who drops you off and picks you up from work since your car was in the shop due to mysterious damage. Youv’e tried to report the vandalism to the police but they are not of any help. This is fine because your roommate doesn’t have a 9 to 5 so he will drive you everywhere.

Yandere!Roommate is bothered when you try to leave the apartment alone without telling him. He will drop everything to walk with you to grab a coffee or to a convenience store, even to meet up with friends. He likes to know who you're with and make sure there’s no competition.

Yandere!Roommate is an only fans creator. This man is built like a Greek statue and is always wearing sexy cosplay and outfits. He walks around the apartment in the hottest underwear you have to force yourself not to stare. Your roommate asks you to oil him up and give your opinion before he films. He is adamant it's purely business so you help.

Yandere!Roommate offered you an opportunity when you were laid off at your job. You can wear a mask and not show your face if he can fuck you in some of his videos. He explains that it's just a business agreement but more importantly the money was too much to say no too.

Yandere!Roommate fucks you for your first time ever on camera. He played a nurse and you were the patient. After loosening your tight hole with his tongue and fingers for almost an eternity you were still not prepared for his big dick to stretch your hole the way it did. He talked you through the process which lined up with his character. The video got the most views to his page.

Yandere!Roommate thought he would be proud to show you off but the disgusting comments about your beautiful body actually angered him. He was fine with strangers sexualizing him but you were his and his alone. No matter how hard his fans begged they would only get that one video of you. This did not stop your roommate from filming more content with you and paying you out of his own pocket. The difference being these videos were for him alone.

Yandere!Roommate convinced you to sleep in his bed together at night to create a more natural chemistry for your videos. This usually led to off camera sex which you had realized you liked a lot more than you wanted to admit. The two of you agreed it was just practice for videos but you both craved each other’s bodies. His constant praise and amazing sex made it easy to fall for him

Yandere!Roommate you were too shy to look at the posts and see what people would say but after you were more comfortable you got curious. Scrolling through his promotional page there was no sign of your body. Only that one original video. When confronted, your roommate was honest.

Yandere!Roommate was probably too honest in admitting he fell in love with you and the subsequent damage to your car, firing at your job, and tricking you into becoming a pro at riding his cock. You weren’t dickmatized enough to not realize what he did was crazy.

Yandere!Roommate wasn’t going to just let you walk out of his life. He had ruined your career and you needed the money. “Do you really think someone else would provide you with a better life?” He directed your attention to the Richard Mille diamond watch on your wrist, then stroked your ear adorning the diamond stud you were wearing. “Will anybody fuck you like I do? You can have a good life with me or nothing at all. I promise I won’t let anyone else have you and live to tell about it.”

did this in 20 minutes let me know if you want a part 2 or expand story with this guy

#mlm yandere #yandere x male reader #Yan!roommate #x male reader #bottom male reader

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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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All These Things and More

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx)

Part of the Minx Series

Word Count: 2.8 K

Summary: Ransom is a dad now, but you’re neglecting Daddy

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Cute little baby vibes, Ransom as a soft dad, Minx as a good mom, a little bit of angst, going overboard for the holidays, pining. Lactation kink, breast play, oral sex (m receiving), degradation kink, allusion to fingering, female receiving oral, creampie, edging, overstimulation, and anal.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask. This is a companion piece to Coercion and Marshmallow World.

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Ransom rolled over into a pile of pink cuteness.

You were dead asleep in your custom pink chiffon nursing nightgown, and his daughter, dressed in a flowery pink footed sleeper, had wiggled out of your arms and was sitting up, staring at him with the biggest, prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.

Ransom frowned when he realized that you must have gotten up to get her from the nursery in the middle of the night instead of waking him. He’d told you about getting your rest. But Golden was going through a growth spurt and had taken to waking up in the middle of the night after a few months of sleeping through.

Ransom’s frown melted as his daughter smiled and laughed at him, waving cutely. Another woman had his heart now and her puff of blonde curly hair and light brown skin made her the most beautiful baby in the world, he thought.

Especially since he thought she looked just like you.

“Hey Goldennnn.”

He reached out for her and drew her onto his chest.

“How’s Daddy’s little girl this mornin’?’”

Ransom whispered his Boston drawl to his daughter, careful not to wake you up. It was only 5:30 AM.

“Bbbbbbbbbbbbb… DaDaDaDaDa.”

Even though she was blowing bubbles and climbing on his face, Ransom’s heart beat out of his chest at his daughter’s address.

“That’s right. Dada!”

Ransom whispered excitedly. He smiled at her and decided she needed some new diamond earrings, the ones in her ears were too small. As he lifted her, he also decided that she needed to be changed.

Ransom looked over to you to make sure you were still sleeping, then, he eased out of the bed and managed to get her down the hall to her nursery to change her diaper and sit down in the rocker after warming a bottle of breastmilk that you kept in the mini fridge in her room.

Ransom was the only one who could get her to take a bottle, otherwise, you breastfed her exclusively, with a few baby foods, even at 8 months old.

Golden got sleepy right away after taking most of the warm bottle, and Ransom cleaned her lips with the burp cloth and gazed at her sleeping face for a while, before putting her on his chest and daydreaming of your wedding the previous year.

You got the big June wedding of your dreams, despite Ransom wanting to elope. And it was outside, which really sucked because his fucking allergies made Ransom tear up just as you were walking down the aisle.

Your insipid little friends were always talking about how star studded the wedding was, but all Ransom remembered was you in your stunning dress and the adventure of making love to his wife that night.

You had him sex starved after depriving him for a month, and let’s just say that he’d had to pay off some of the hotel staff. You probably got pregnant that night, as much cum as there was everywhere.

Ransom was awakened by a flash going off because you were snapping pictures.

“Sorry Ran.”

You whispered and grinned at your man. He was such a good father. And you knew he loved you, he even told you so when he felt especially secure. Usually after you let him do everything that he (and you) wanted in bed.

Ransom rubbed his eyes and stood up to gently put Golden in her crib. He watched her for a minute and then walked over to you.

“I told you about that, Minx.”

“But you look so cute when you’re being Golden’s dad. Makes me want you more, Daddy.”

You pouted up at him and his heart melted. He loved him some you, especially since you’d become his wife and mother to his child. But he tried to look tough, which only seemed to make you light up more.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Minx.”

Ransom bent down and hauled you up over his shoulder, giving your ass a slap as you giggled your way down the hall.

“I swear, If you wake her up….”

He deposited you on the bed as you let down the straps of your nightgown.

“I appreciate you feeding her, but what am I gonna do with all this milk now? I’m so uncomfortable. Need some relief Ran, baby…”

You looked up at him with those huge doe eyes and those huge, full tits, and his dick got hard.

Ransom always loved your tits, but they were huge with weight right now and pointing right at him.

He was super excited to help out, but he rolled his eyes to feign disinterest.

“Shit. I have to do everything around here. Have to be the Nanny, have to be the breast pump.”

You started to cover up, knowing this game too well.

“Sorry, Ran.”

Ransom saw your pout, sighed and climbed into bed with you, reaching for you and pulling you near.

“Come over here, Minx.”

The look on Ransom’s face betrayed his need as he reached for you. You smiled at him, ready to enjoy a morning in his arms. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he started to relieve you with those lips of his, and his hands, oh his hands, they relieved you in other ways.

After Ransom put you to sleep and had a quick shower, Golden woke up and Ransom hurried into her room.

A father’s work was never done.

That was the week before Thanksgiving, over a month ago, and it was the last time he felt you had time for him. Your first Christmas together as a married couple, you were six months pregnant, and the Holidays were spent with Ransom cussing out his family and friends who accused you of trying to trap him with a baby.

“Fucking idiot, can you fucking count?” Was his favorite refrain.

Ransom didn’t tell them that you didn’t trap them with this baby, you’d blackmailed him into a relationship using a recording of him blackmailing you with revenge porn months before the wedding.

You two also spent the Holidays eating and lazily fucking every night, morning, and any other time you got your greedy little hands on his dick. He was in heaven, the center of your little newlywed world.

This holiday season had been both the best, and the worst, for Ransom. It was going to be Golden’s first Christmas, and, as a true Thrombey woman (you included) she was fascinated with shiny things.

His little girl had his eyes and your smile and brown skin, causing everyone to stop and stare who saw her. An added bonus was that when she was born, his parents stopped being such assholes, because Golden had everyone wrapped around her teeny tiny little finger.

This Christmas, you were a woman possessed. Well, more than usual.

The second Thanksgiving was over, because Ransom would not permit it before then, you went into full Golden’s First Christmas mode.

Friday morning, Ransom rolled over and both you and Golden were gone. The bed was empty, and cold.

Nanny number one, Lina, had Golden and was bottle feeding her in her room. Ransom was livid.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Ransom made the poor woman jump, but she managed a smile anyway.

“Oh, Mr. Hugh. Mrs. Drysdale said that you would be thrilled that someone else could feed the baby. Surprise.”

Ransom was boiling mad on the inside.

“It’s Ransom. Mr. Drysdale to you, Lina,” Ransom spat as he watched his baby girl giggle in Lina’s arms.

She pulled off the bottle to say, “Dadadadada,” as if admonishing him. He leaned over, rubbed her hair and kissed her forehead, noting her sleepy eyes.

“Make sure that you burp her before you put her down.”

Ransom put on his robe and slippers over his silk pajamas and padded downstairs, expecting to find you there. What he did find was the chef, Angie, in the kitchen and a note from you.

You had gone shopping with Linda, of all people. Ransom was left alone. So he moped around the house in between playing with Golden all day until you got home, loaded down with tons of Christmas decorations.

He was surly at the dinner table while you rattled off your holiday plans, but you didn’t notice, or didn’t care, and by the time Ransom was ready for you to make it up to him, he found you and Golden knocked out in the bed.

It was this way for a month. Shopping, deliveries and installation of lights, trees, decorations, parties and playdates, everything that you thought Golden would love. But no nookie for Daddy. And you even had the nerve to begin to wean Golden, which meant your milk supply was getting low.

Ransom was someone even the Grinch would think would need to lighten up.

And the presents.

The entire first level was filled with presents for Golden. Ransom bought out FAO Schwarz for her. And the diamond district in New York was well compensated for dealing with Ransom on his search for the most flawless matching Mommy/Daughter diamonds.

But for some inexplicable reason, he missed you.

You were with him every night, next to him in bed, but he didn’t have your attention. It was bad enough that you spent so much time on the baby, but that was only right. You were his soul mate. Even though he’d loved you madly, when you became mother to his child, it seems he loved you more.

But now, you were obsessed with being Mrs. Claus, not Mrs. Drysdale. And that pissed Ransom off. Big time.

Ransom was still a grumpy bug when the families gathered on Christmas Eve for dinner and stayed over on Christmas morning to watch Golden “open” her presents.

He wasn’t telling people to eat shit, but you knew he was unsettled. But you didn’t know that he had a plan.

On Christmas night, after Golden was in bed, Ransom switched off the Christmas carols that had been piped throughout the house.

You went up to him, full of mirth and quipped, “My house, my rules, the Christmas music stays on.”

Ransom rolled his eyes and didn’t laugh, clearly done with being in the Christmas spirit.

“What’s wrong, Ran?”

“Nothing. Just got to get away from this nonsense. I’m leaving.”

Panic filled you. You thought he finally had enough.

“But Ransom, why? Will you leave me and Golden?”

“Oh shut up Minx, I’d never leave Golden. And you’re coming with me. Pack a bag.”

You were filled with relief, but you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t push back.

“Where are we going, Ransom? I can’t just…”

“You can, and you will. Golden had a great Christmas. She hardly knew what was going on, but she loved it. Now it’s my turn.”

You loved it when Ransom pouted and was needy, but you tried to reason with him.

“How long will we be gone Ran….?”

“Am I your husband?”

Ransom yelled at you. For the first time since Golden was born.

You were shook; Ransom was really emotional.

“Of course, but…”

“But nothing. Your mother is here, she’d be thrilled to fight Linda for the privilege to watch Golden. And you’ve almost weaned her. It’s perfect. You need to spend some time attending to your wifely duties. Which means you pay attention to me.”

Ransom wasn’t yelling anymore, but he was still adamant.

You fought the urge to laugh at Ransom because he had a point. You’d virtually ignored him. You decided to go with the flow.

“Well, what do I need to pack? Is it cold wherever we’re going?”

“I’m sure it is. Just pack enough for a day or two. We’ll go shopping when we get there, that is if you’re not too much of a cockslut and can have me not filling all your holes for a couple of hours…”

You shivered at the delicious promise. And you were ready to go right now. You reached for his pants. Ransom pushed you away.

“Save it, we’ve got to leave in an hour. Be ready.”

Ransom walked into his closet and left you reeling.

You met Ransom in the car in 56 minutes, only packing three Hermes bags to take along. You were shifting in your seat, wet already, wondering what adventures awaited you ahead.

Ransom spared you a cursory glance, but was silent most of the way.

“Stop squirming, it’s annoying,” was the only thing he said to you.

But you looked down and noticed that he was tapping his finger on his thigh. And that his pants were very tight around his crotch area. It was then that you realized that you missed him as much as he missed you.

“Sorry Ran, It’s just that I don’t have any panties on, and this sweater dress feels kinda good…”

You crossed and uncrossed your legs, capturing Ransom’s eyes which went from the supple leather of your brown boots, up the hem of your dress that matched the sweater that he had on. You could see him gulp and lick his lips. He shifted and then replied.

“I don’t give a fuck, calm your ass down and stop moving.”

“Yes, Ran.”

The look that you gave him, coupled with the faux show of submission had him almost feral. He leaned forward and banged on the partition.

“Speed it up, asshole!”

You smirked in your seat as Ransom tried to spur the driver on.

“You seem tense, Ran. Anything I can do to help.”

You put your hand on his knee.

“You should do something, since you got me all wound up. Didn’t want to jack off and spill my seed down the shower. Since we got married, you said it would only be used to fill you up.”

You rubbed his thigh.

“I’m sorry, Ransom. Can.. can you let me swallow it down my throat?”

Ransom didn’t respond, although you were squeezing his dick through his pants. You took that as a yes and got down between his legs, unzipping him and bring out his large dick.

Ransom looked down on you and placed one hand on your head and the other found your nipple through the dress. You weren’t wearing a bra either.

You spit on his dick and started pumping him, licking your lips as he stared you down.

“No underwear at all. Just live to get fucked. You’re my little whore, aren’t you? You still love to be a freak. Suck my dick, Minx. Not too sloppy now.”

Ransom leaned back and thrust his bobbing and weaving dick up at you as your pussy wept and your mouth watered.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You nodded and opened your mouth, deep throating him, red lipstick leaving marks on his throbbing member as you slowly pulled off.

“Fuck, Minx.”

You bobbed on his cock, choking and coughing and spluttering, while managing to keep everything neat and playing with his balls.

“So, so, so, good with that hot little slut mouth, Minx. Fuck! Take it all.”

You loudly gulped as he came, causing him to pulse extra spend down your throat.

“Thank you for the fluff, Daddy.”

Ransom just grunted and zipped up as the car pulled down the road to the airstrip where the Thrombey Gulfstream was parked.

You turned to him with glee, clapping your hands.

“A flight? Where are we going?”

“Paris. Now get your ass on that plane.”

“Yay! Thank you Daddy.”

You kissed his cheek and got out of the car when the driver opened the door, ready to fly, while Ransom watched you with a warm feeling and rubbing his cheek. Damn, he was whipped.

After you boarded the plan, and toasted with champagne, Ransom told you of the plan to stay in that one hotel you loved from your honeymoon. The one with the view of the Eiffel Tower and the excellent room service.

“That’s great Ran. Because you’re right, you’re not gonna want to leave this pussy alone.”

Ransom’s eyes changed as you go up to enter the private bedroom on the plane. When he joined you in the room that was filled with a king sized bed, he found you sitting on the edge of the bed, leaned back, legs open.

Ransom pushed a few buttons on the keypad by the door to the bedroom cabin, and up popped a view of you sitting on the bed, displayed on the television above the door. Your eyes watched the monitor as Ransom stood before you and pushed you back down on the bed.

Ransom took your boots off, then pushed the dress up your body with his huge, warm hands, skimming your thighs up to your breasts. He pulled the garment off of you, then grabbed your hair for a searing kiss while he roughly groped and pinched your nipple.

You moaned at the delicious pain and at his passion, trying to tear his clothes off faster than he could disrobe as he went back down your body.

“Gonna make you cum until you beg me to stop, and then I’m gonna fuck this weeping cunt, filling you to the brim with my cum, Minx. Then I’m gonna take that ass. And if we have time on this seven hour flight, we’ll do it all over again.”

“Yes, Ransom.”

You pulled his hair as you watched him eat you out in high definition on the monitor, then flicked your eyes over to the camera to make sure the red light was on.

“All these things and more…”

You know what I’m gonna say…reblog? Please!

Read the next part: You Up?

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medicalbasics · 2 years

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"It is an ironic habit of human beings to run faster when we have lost our way."

#inspiration #quote of the day #qotd #nurse #nursing #medicine #health #medical student #nursing stud

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beatrixstonehill2 · 2 months

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"I mean, eating, sleeping, and fucking is really all there is to being a girl. Not that I minded. Fun while it lasted but I know if I kept up this lifestyle I'd be 600lbs in a matter of a few years.... Not that that's a bad thing, but still.... I'm really happy trans girls in my state are being detransed. When Prop 834 passed I practically started cheering I was so elated. And naturally my cock was rock hard so I jerked off. Such a dumb little fake girl I am.... what real girl would be so happy to finally go through male puberty and see her curvy, girly body go bye-bye? I stood in front of my cum-stained mirror and jerked off SO hard staring at my breasts, grabbing them, squeezing them so hard they sprayed milk. God I'm such a perv, inducing lactation on these giant udders I made my body grow.....

I jerked off picturing my boobs getting chopped off. The surgeon joking about having to work on so many fake girls, lopping off our gigantic, fat, lactating breasts because we're all total porn and hentai addicts who fantasize about having ridiculous-looking cow tits. I bet he'll be cracking jokes with his nurses about us deluded fake girls finally needing to stop living our perverted fantasies, watching our cocks get bigger and bigger, our erections get stronger, our orgasms finally like a man's! He'll joke about all of our titties getting tossed in the trash, finally taken away, or how our voices will drop, and we'll all grow facial hair, slowly watching our feminine, porn-fantasy bodies turn into the boys we were always supposed to be.

I hope our state is ready for all of us to be turned loose. We'll all be pumped with loads of testosterone, dick growth pills, steroids..... We'll all become total muscle-bound studs only focused on how many holes we can bury our newly enlarged cocks into every day. I'm totally gonna keep a count every day of how many sexy girls I fuck. I wanna fuck some cute pregnant girl with huge titties so bad! I'm gonna be such a menace.... Every day I'll go to the park and treat it like a buffet! Every cute girl reading a book in a bikini, every girl with big bouncy tits jogging, ever waddling pregnant girl in a sundress counting the days before she'll finally be too pregnant to walk. I'm gonna fuck their brains out, punish their holes until I break their brains and make them drool all over themselves.

Sure, I'll miss stuffing my face and getting fucked by a dozen new guys every day, but finally getting to be a boy will be oh so fun! ❤️ I hope more states detrans us dumb little cow-titted fakegirls and make us into a new generation of ravenous studs. I'll be rooting for all you girls outside of SC! Stay strong, and remember to vote! Your big fat bloated titties won't remove themselves, boys!"

#detrans kink #mtf detrans kink #mtftm kink #body modification kink #breast removal kink

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mensuited · 1 year

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#eddie redmayne #actor #boots #suit #style #sharp #handsome #sexy #suave #fashion #hunk #stud #tie #fantastic beasts and the crimes of grindelwald #the danish girl #the good nurse #golden globes 2023 #golden globe awards

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bimbobaggins69 · 5 months

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𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. (ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙ ᴡɪᴛʜ @xxhellfirebunnyxx )

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and your lovers all girls band Arwen, has gotten the opportunity to open up for corroded coffin who are said to be the next big thing. As exciting as it is, nothing excites you and your girlfriend more than the lead singer and his boyfriend.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: eventual smut, still 18+ mdni, eventual foursome, wlw meets mlm, polyamory, lots of flirting, girls kissing, drinking, mentions of weed smoke, fluff between girls.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: so excited to share this collab I’ve been working on with my baby girl! Go check out her part through her readers pov on her page here <3

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4k

The air is thick in the packed venue, the smell of weed and sweat fills your nose as the strobe lights from the stage beam over the crowd. You’re unusually nervous tonight, you can't tell if it’s because you haven’t yet perfected that baseline you’ve been practicing for weeks or if it’s because the stranger at the bar with the chestnut locks can’t take his eyes off of you.

From what you can tell where you're seated; he’s rather cute, with his coif of hair that swoops perfectly over his forehead, a baggy blue and white checkered flannel sits nicely over his firm shoulders. He’s nursing what looks to be a whiskey and coke as his long fingers with nails coated in black polish clutch at the glass. He gives the liquid a little swirl before he’s bringing it up to his lips, eyes still laser focused on you while he takes a sip.

“Hey baby, are you ready to start setting up?” Your girlfriend gleefully asks, her face looks so pretty with that contagious, beaming smile that instantly thwarts all the nerves running through your body.

“Yeah pretty girl, let’s go.” You quickly reply, standing up on your platform boot clad feet and grabbing your best girl around her waist. You both excitedly bound to the double doors off the side of the stage that reads ‘bands and staff only!’. But before you pull it open, you look back to where the cute guy was seated, quickly realizing he’d gotten up and left in the time you’d been working your way backstage. A small tinge of disappointment courses through your chest, wishing maybe you and your girlfriend could have had some fun with him later, after the show. Oh well.

Once backstage, you begin stripping off your current clothes before sliding on your pink plaid mini skirt, fastening a black studded belt over your waist, sticking a pair of black skull pasties over your nipples and slipping on some knee high black boots.

The other three girls in your band, which consist of Gwen, your girlfriend who is a fucking beast on the guitar with a set of vocals as angelic as her. Chrissy who absolutely annihilates the drums every time, with her small frame and bouncy blonde hair and her girlfriend Rotten Robin who could melt your fucking face off with one of her keyboard solos; are all scattered around the green room, getting dressed in their stage outfits.

You all agreed to wear skull nipple pasties, not only for the shock value but also to make a bold statement.

“Can you help me with this?” Gwen asks, turning her back to you so you can buckle the bat harness that sits right underneath her perky tits. God, she’s so hot. You make sure to let her know as much, before throwing her a salacious wink.

After you’re ready for center stage, you and your girlfriend pull your instruments out of their respective cases, throwing the straps over your heads to rest on your shoulders and letting the hunk of wood lazily sit on your hips before you’re introduced to the crowd.

The nerves you thought you’d halted for good earlier, come back like a rushing river, so you shake out your limbs in an attempt to set them straight again. “You good love?” Chrissy asks as she clutches her drum sticks in her dainty manicured hands before she begins twisting the right one between her fingers like the pro she is.

“Yeah, just some pre-show jitters I guess.” You shrug, laughing off her question as if your chest wasn’t growing warm from keyed up nerves.

“Baby, don’t be nervous, you’re going to fucking nail that baseline and everyone here is going to fucking love us. We’ve got this.” Your girlfriend reassures, batting her thick lashes at you ever so sweetly, making your heart flutter with adoration. How does she always know what to say to make me feel better? Guess that’s why she’s mine.

“Yeah, we’re gonna kill it!” Robin chimes in as she secures her black leather fingerless gloves onto each hand. “So what if there are a couple hundred more people than we’re used to.” She continues, and you know she’s trying to be helpful and encouraging, but the thought of performing in front of more people than what is normal for you, hadn't even crossed your mind. Till now.

“Thanks Rob.” You mumble, grabbing the neck of your bass and fidgeting with the strap as a distraction.

“Alright, Let’s go!” Austin the stage manager announces, clapping his hands before he begins pushing you and the girls towards the stairs that lead up to the stage.

Once you walk onto the scuffed up black platform and take your places, you realize how loud the crowd has gotten in anticipation of the opening act. It’s dark and the lights are so dim you can barely make out faces.

Chrissy enthusiastically beats her drumsticks together and shouts a three…two…one countdown, starting you all off with the opening groove. Gwen begins to strum on her first chords, the spotlights from above brighten and dance across the stage to the beat before you finally come in and hit your chords, as Robin’s insanely fast fingers move over her keyboard.

The crowd instantly goes crazy; banging their heads, jumping and dancing, some even know all the words. But it wouldn't be an Arwen show if you and your girlfriend didn't at least raunch it up a bit by seductively dancing with your instruments. Sometimes between songs you and Gwen would even share a few tongue filled make out sessions causing the crowd to go even more wild. You both loved bringing the shock value into your live shows and the crowd was eating it up.

As your set was coming to an end, you caught eyes with the guy who’d been checking you out at the bar. He had a mischievous smile on his face as he and the guy he was standing next to whispered back and forth into each other's ears. You felt as though he was eating you up with his eyes the way they intensely bore into yours. you carried on your set but every so often your eyes would shift and find his, making your stomach flutter with something you could only identify as intense arousal.

“Thank you guys, we have been Arwen!” Gwen shouts into the mic before grabbing your hand with a beaming smile, you both walk off the stage together, Robin and Chrissy trail behind you, hand in hand.

“That was fucking amazing!” You jump and squeal in excitement and left over adrenaline, leaving the girls to do the same, giggling and hugging before more kisses are shared.

“You guys that was fucking awesome! That was definitely the best show we’ve ever put on!” Your girlfriend squeaks, turning toward you and taking your face into her equally soft and callous hands. “And you absolutely nailed that baseline you’ve been working on. I told you you would.” Gwen gushes with a lustful look in her pretty eyes, a shit eating grin on her full lips as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“Yeah, yeah…I know I should listen to you more.” You playfully roll your eyes before wrapping your arms around your girlfriend's frame, pulling her into you and planting kisses on her neck.

“I'm gonna go grab a drink, does anyone want anything?” You ask before making your exit back into the crowd.

You walk between the bodies of people, as some type of house music pulses through the speakers, only being played until the band of the night, Corroded Coffin start their set. You notice more eyes on you than usual, some people smiling and waving or congratulating you on a ‘sick ass show’, and some with complete and utter arousal clouding their vision. You can't help but to hold your head high and embrace it, even if you're a total introvert. Gwen is the friendly talkative one in the band and you usually let her take that role as you're the observer. But it feels nice to not care for once, although you’re sure it's from the high you’re still riding from your performance.

You quickly order, then grab your two drinks from the bar; a kahlua for you and a sex on the beach for your girlfriend per her request. You head back through the sea of people, wanting to be in the presence of your band so you can continue to rant and rave over how fucking good the set went. But you’re quickly stopped by a tap on your shoulder, as you walk through the hall that leads to the backstage door.

“Hey.” The male voice utters, making you snap your head to the man's hand that is slowly beginning to move back down to his side, then up to his eyes. Your face definitely reads ‘why did you touch me?’ before you take in the strangers face, you quickly realize it’s the guy from the bar, who’s been eye fucking you all night.

“Oh, hey.” You murmur with a subtle smile, not wanting to seem overzealous, although you had been thinking about the honey eyed boy all night.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to like, corner you or anything.” He huffs a bashful laugh, rubbing his hand on the nape of his neck out of nervousness, you couldn't help but to find it endearing. Now that he was so close to you, you were able to take in things you couldn't quite see from across the room; his silver nose ring glints under the lowlights of the corridor, he has smooth freshly shaven skin with pretty freckles, a beautiful smile even if it’s not as bright as it could be. His style is definitely more grunge then what you’re used to, all your exes were metalheads but it worked on him and if anything it made him even hotter.

“No it’s okay.” You say, waving off his worries, Gwens drink sloshes around and falls onto the toe of your boot as you sway from side to side, making your face grow hot.

“I just uh, wanted to say that your set was fucking great! I had a good time watching you up there. Um, you and your band.” He corrects himself instantly, causing a giggle to erupt from your chest.

“Well thank you.” You boldly send him a wink before turning on your heel to finally head backstage.

“Wait! Do you maybe wanna meet up later? Say like right here in this spot?” He asks, biting at his lip as his hopeful eyes beam into yours.

“Mmm yeah, yeah that sounds good.” You murmur in agreement, finally opening the door and heading inside.

“I’m Steve by the way!” He yells as the door closes behind you, making you smile at his awkwardness.

Once inside you begin looking for your girlfriend, her drink now a little more than watered down from the melted ice.

“Hey Chris, have you seen my girl?” You ask Chrissy who is splayed out on the black, cracked leather loveseat with a wet towel rolled up and placed over her forehead. The petite blonde is always the first to tap out after every show, but she really does put all her energy into playing so you couldn't blame her for wanting to nap after such an intense performance.

“Uhhh, I think she went out to look for you babe.” Chrissy says with a tired smile, “I’ll be here if anyone needs me!” She shouts, as you walk back out the doors you came in, before giving her a quick ‘shit, thanks’.

For a third time tonight you walk out of the double red doors and back into the muggy air and throng of people, on a mission to find your girlfriend and the owner of the drink that has made your hand uncomfortably sticky.

Finally, after walking circles around the auditorium that seemed more like a damn arena than a small concert venue, you spotted Gwen, of course in the middle of the crowd being the little social butterfly you love so much. She was still adorning her performance clothes with her black leather skirt, fishnet top, harness, pasties and boots. She had a huge content smile on her face when her eyes caught yours, waving you over with excitement.

“Oh my god babe!” She shrieks with a cute giggle. “I was just talking to the literal hottest guy! I have to find him.” She beams looking over the mass of people, but eventually looking disappointed when she came up short.

“Wait, I just talked to the hottest guy, too.” You say with a disbelieving laugh, as your eyes begin to search the crowd for your mystery guy.

“And for the moment everyone’s been waiting for…Corroded Coffin!” The announcer on stage shouts out at the crowd making them jump and scream with anticipation.

You and Gwen’s eyes immediately snap forward, you had never actually seen what the guys from Corroded Coffin looked like so out of curiosity you both turned to the stage, not wanting to miss the long awaited show.

Once the music starts playing and the lights begin to brighten up the stage, you and Gwen gasp.

“Oh my god, that’s the guy!” You both shout in unison. For a second you thought you were talking about the same person until your girlfriend started raving about his long flowy hair and nipple piercings, making you slowly realize she had talked to the lead guitarist. Yeah he was really hot, too.

Steve ripped his flannel off mid chorus, showing off his buff arms and littering of tattoos across his tanned skin, his alice in chains shirt stuck to him like a second skin as his hands gripped the mic, making his arms flex and you swoon.

“That’s the guy I talked to!” You shout over the music as you point to the lead singer, Gwens eyes widen in amusement.

“Steve?!” Robin asks as she walks up from behind you, a dumbfounded look on her face.

“Yes Steve, do you know him?” You ask curiously, taking a sip of your drink before handing the other off to its rightful owner.

“Thanks peach.” Your girlfriend says before giving you a quick kiss.

“Yeah, he’s one of my best friends and he’s dating Eddie, the guitarist.” She divulges, pointing to the wild haired, tattooed man who’s right in the middle of an amazing guitar solo, that made you and your girlfriend's thighs visibly clench.

“No way?!” Gwen guffaws, you can tell by the look in her eyes that she has an idea cooking up, and you're equal amounts excited and slightly scared.

“Oh this is gonna be fun.”

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all that we intend

Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden | Artist: NeverSleepUntilFive

Posting on Tuesday March 26

When Dean Winchester met Castiel Novak in college they were both headed for amazing things: Dean was a rising star in the art world while Cas was a promising medical student. Now, thirteen years and one marriage later, none of those dreams have come true. Cas works twelve hour shifts as a nurse while Dean works as a mechanic, his art supplies wasting away in a dusty room. With his marriage to Cas on rocky ground, Dean starts to feel like he made a mistake all those years ago. A chance encounter and a hasty wish land Dean in another world -- one where his art career is skyrocketing him to fame and fortune... And one where he never married Cas. Now Dean has to make a decision -- whether to go back to Cas and his mundane life, or whether to stay... and lose Cas forever.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Just to the side, off hospital property, a street vendor has set a table up. A very familiar street vendor.

“You,” Dean snarls, almost jogging in his haste to get to the man. The vendor looks up from his phone, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees Dean. Not even Dean’s hand shooting out and grabbing the front of his shirt can dim his superior expression.

Aware of the eyes on him, Dean avoids slamming that smug face into the table, but it’s a struggle. “You,” he repeats, giving the vendor a little shake. “You did this.”

“Afraid you’re going to have to be more specific bucko,” the vendor drawls. “If it was your wife or your sister I knocked up, then honestly, they should be grateful. And even though you are a stud, you’re not really my type, so…”

The last word is elongated into a monstrosity of syllables. Dean’s resolve to not punch the vendor is growing thinner and thinner by the second. His knuckles crack with the strain of holding himself back.

“This,” he finally spits, dragging out the pendant from underneath his shirt. “You gave me this and told me some bullshit story about how it could grant wishes.”

“Hm,” the vendor says, making a big show of pondering. He even taps his chin with the tip of his index finger, the absolute fuckwit. “Doesn’t seem so much like it was bullshit, now does it?”

For just one moment, Dean’s brain is wiped blissfully blank. He doesn’t even have the background noise of static to distract him. There’s just… nothing, but then reality intrudes in the form of someone laying on the horn when the person in front of them lingers for a split-second too long at a green light.

“You’re insane,” he finally says, bringing his brain back online. “There’s no such thing as… As…”

The vendor raises one supremely smug eyebrow. “No? Then explain why your husband just treated you like the annoying kid at a high school reunion.”

Furious, Dean clenches his jaw. He starts and immediately slaughters at least half a dozen sentences. The truth... The awful truth that he can't admit to himself is that there is no rational explanation. Not even his most far-fetched notions explain the phone call, Cas and Meg’s behavior, and the disappearance of his wedding ring.

Nothing except the impossible, that is.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Tuesday March 26)

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