halloween is the perfect time for tricks—and treats
pairing: soft!dark friend!steve rogers x female reader
summary: steve rogers is tired of being stuck in the friendzone and when he overhears you planning to pick up a one night stand at your mutual friend’s halloween party, he decides to play a little trick on you—one where you’ll both be getting a treat.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dubcon (because steve’s wearing a mask), piv sex, unprotected sex, pervy behavior (both steve and reader are huge pervs tbh), BDSM themes, masturbation (m), dirty dancing/dry humping, ass play, fingering (f receiving, vaginal and anal), finger sucking, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, filming/recording/taking photos during sex, exhibitionism, breeding kink, super possessive behavior, talk of branding, talk of being friendzoned (even tho the friendzone is not fucking real), hair-pulling, aftercare, pet names (angel) — let me know if i missed something!!
word count: 19.4k
a/n: i think this remains the longest one shot i’ve written, even a year later, which is kind of wild!! this one really did get away from me. but man oh man does it have everything i love, most especially golden boy steve rogers who’s actually, secretly, a filthy perv. god this might be one of my most favorite steve fics i’ve written. so i hope y'all enjoy it too!! ♡ (also again the friendzone is bullshit and not real and don’t ever let a man tell you otherwise!!!)
“God, I need to get fucked,” you groaned in a hushed voice in the living room of your friend’s apartment. The quiet that followed indicated you were talking on the phone, the soft tinny sound of someone else speaking reaching even to the hallway.
At your words, the apartment’s owner, Steve Rogers, paused just out of sight in the hallway, shamelessly listening in on your conversation, his dick twitching in his pants at the desperate need in your voice. He’d been friends with you for a couple years and, almost the entire time, he’d been trying to figure out how to make a move on you without being creepy.
Steve liked you—a lot. He liked spending time with you, he liked listening to you laugh and he liked how you seemed to feel safe with him. But he wanted more, and the things he wanted to do to you…He thought you’d shy away if he said any of them out loud in your presence. The problem was, he couldn’t tell if you liked him the way he liked you, or if you thought of him as just a friend. You’d never told him you didn’t have feelings for him, but you’d never hinted at wanting more either. And you’d dated other guys, but you’d never dated him.
“ohh what if my kid starts identifying as a CAT because of the trans agenda we have to prote—” well they’ve always done that. do you remember the psychological effects of h2o on young girls. of warrior cats on autistic children. i believed i was a demigod because of percy jackson. twilight came out and kids were telling their friends they were secretly vampires. this is just a thing kids do. worry less
Pairings: Incubus!Stucky x Enhanced!Female Reader, Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Incubus!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: After a night with the two demons, Brock comes to collect your body and faces the fury of all three of you. Word Count: Over 4k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, threesome, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, spitroasting, blood, violence (shooting, stabbing, and more), physical and mental torture, dark elements, death, revenge, implied noncon, possessive behavior, supernatural elements, Incubus Stucky (that’s a warning, lovelies!). A/N: Fic #10 and final fic for Navy’s Trick or Treat Nonsense! I had to revisit my incubi the day before Halloween and this is a direct follow up to Ready to Comply. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Less than a day passed since Bucky and Steve claimed you as their own, but it felt like you always belonged to them. You were their eternal award for their capture. They were your reward for the pain you endured. The three of you would scorch the earth together.
Pairings: Incubus!Stucky x Enhanced!Female Reader, Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Incubus!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: You’re given to two demons when you refuse to comply… but they may just be your salvation. Word Count: Almost 2.7k Warnings: Dubcon elements (do not read it this upsets you!), explicit sexual content, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) vaginal sex, possessive behavior, threat of death, talks of violence, branding (reader is cut briefly), Incubus Stucky (that’s a warning, lovelies!).
A/N: I can’t participate in Kinktober and haven’t had a lot of time to write, but I’ve been wanting to do something with a couple of our favorite boys. I hope you enjoy my take on Incubus demons. I’m proud that I was able to share this. ❤️
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Hydra should have known not to mess with forces they didn’t understand, but they played by their own rules. And you? You refused to obey when they gave you the serum against your will. You would never fall in line. And that was why they considered you a failure… the experiment went wrong.
Hello, Sherlock Holmes adaptation writer. I have trapped you in this room. It is fully furnished and comfortable. On the table, you will notice a copy of A Scandal in Bohemia by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, of which redistribution is perfectly legal, as the work is in the public domain. You will notice it is rather thin. You have 24 hours to read the approximately 8,550 words in this story. To exit this room, all you must do is summarize the plot of the story without referring to Irene Adler as a seductress or implying she is attracted to Sherlock Holmes. Good luck.
Hello, OP.
The original story literally calls her a seductress in the first paragraph.
I know this because I didn’t just read the story, I looked up the words I didn’t know.
I also happen to know a bit about how performers were viewed in the 1890s, and I assure you, Watson wasn’t saying “she’s a singer who likes to climb mountains.” This is further solidified by the fact that the conceit of the story is “she’s getting married to another dude, but she’s ready to throw all that away by revealing her relationship with the King for absolutely no reason except to fuck him over.” There are letters and a photograph of them together—the subtext to the Victorian audience is 100% that they were fucking.
What I’m saying is the original Irene was a slut for financial purposes and instead of pretending she wasn’t we should allow her to be while also not forcing her to be in love with Holmes, because she’s way more interesting as a kinda-shifty character who’s still unambiguously in the right than she is as some sweet pure twee somebody-done-me-wrong virgin. The original narrative, written in purity-obsessed Victorian England, said “the lady is a slut AND she’s right AND these men were jackasses.” If it could pull that off in the 1890s there’s no reason we can’t do it now.
So here’s your summary: there was a woman whose passion in life led her to a career that was heavily shit on. Having few options to improve her lot in life, she decided to sleep her way to the top.
Meanwhile some dude decided she was a plaything and she was understandably mad about it, so when he dropped her for being “below his station” (she was good enough to fuck, you see, but not to marry; he “loved her” but not enough to say “I’m the King and when you know her you’ll love her as much as I do”), she decided he fucked around, he was gonna find out, and so would his new fiancée, who thought he was a genuinely nice guy instead of a user.
Unfortunately this lady was just a little too nice and gave him advance warning, so he hired a dude to take her ammunition. In the meantime something happened that she didn’t expect: she fell in love with someone else. A truly nice guy, a very ordinary guy. A guy who knew about her checkered past and didn’t judge her for it; who loved her enough he was ready to throw away a well-established career and start over together in an entirely new place. Understandably, she chose to nail that down before it could slide away.
The dude hired by the “nice guy” came up empty on actual success for his client but also was like “you know what? You were fucking horrible to this poor woman and she’s worth ten of you, full stop. Go marry your stupid bougie fiancée and may you have all the happiness you deserve (derogatory).” Meanwhile the woman and her genuinely nice guy got married, moved away, and lived happily until her death, and the hired dude was like “you know what, I think this was a learning experience for me.”
We’re left only with the question of how Watson thought he could get away with publishing the account, because in Victorian England “it’s true” was not actually a defense against libel. The only logical option is that both Irene and the King have died, and Geoffrey Norton was like “hell yes, you tell the world what a BAMF my wife was, make sure they know she bested a fucking king.”
To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.
This reddit user took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.
“The trannies should be able to piss in whatever toilet they want and change their bodies however they want. Why is it my business if some chick has a dick or a guy has a pie? I’m not a trannie or a fag so I don’t care, just give ‘em the medicine they need.”
“This is an LGBT safe space. Of COURSE I fully support individuals who identify as transgender and their right to self-determination! I just think that transitioning is a very serious choice and should be heavily regulated. And there could be a lot of harm in exposing cis children to such topics, so we should be really careful about when it is appropriate to mention trans issues or have too much trans visibility.”
One of the above statements is Problematic and the other is slightly annoying. If we disagree on which is which then working together for a better future is going to get really fucking difficult.
I think this is something young people in particular are confused about. My dad has always had a slightly off color sense of humor, he always feels the need to privately ask me “boy turned girl or girl turned boy?” if I mention a friend and stress said friend’s pronouns, and yet when we had repair work done in the house and the worker was listening to a podcast discussing the evils of transgender people and how to cleanse society, he went out of his way to contact the owner of the business to discuss his disappointment with that worker’s conduct and stress the negative effect that could have had if there had been trans kids in our home.
Our allies will never be perfect. They will never use the perfect language or have the perfect politics. But we have to appreciate those allies and meet them where they are, especially if they are willing to learn.
Please please please I know we all love Friends and Chandler was our favourite character and Matthew always put a smile on our faces and that’s all amazing but can we please please please talk about this:
“I’ve had a lot of ups and downs in my life. I’m still working through it personally, but the best thing about me is that if an alcoholic or drug addict comes up to me and says, ‘Will you help me?’ I will always say, 'Yes, I know how to do that. I will do that for you, even if I can’t always do it for myself! So I do that, whenever I can. In groups, or one on one.
And I created the Perry House in Malibu, a sober-living facility for men. I also wrote my play The End of Longing, which is a personal message to the world, an exaggerated form of me as a drunk. I had something important to say to people like me, and to people who love people like me.
When I die, I know people will talk about Friends, Friends, Friends. And I’m glad of that, happy l’ve done some solid work as an actor, as well as given people multiple chances to make fun of my struggles on the world wide web…
but when I die, as far as my so-called accomplishments go, it would be nice if Friends were listed far behind the things I did to try to help other people.
Bucky knows you’re faking. He has no idea where you met this guy or why you’re still with him, in fact Bucky almost feels sorry for him. Because this guy thinks he’s doing a good job. He thinks he’s making you cry from pleasure, he thinks he’s pulling orgasms from you left right and center but Bucky knows.
Becuase he’s heard you. Fucking smelled you.
In your room, all by yourself.
He hears every moan and whimper, all those noises you can’t hold back. The filthy squelching of your pussy making a mess on the sheets is a sound unmatched. You always smell so good after and he can’t get over how soft and sweet you are, all fucked out with a quiver in your voice, not realizing he knows exactly what you’ve been up to with those pretty fingers between your legs.
He’s seen the way you practically glow afterwards, a shy smile on your face, acting like you weren’t moaning like a bitch in heat minutes ago. Always when it’s well past midnight, coming down for a snack, a thin sheen of sweat still covering your skin. He’s usually in the kitchen, having to pretend his cock isn’t aching after hearing how pretty you sound, how desperate and loud you get when you think no one can hear you.
Sam. They/them. 28. Writer. Coffee lover.
