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Blowjob

Deadpool x Reader

Warnings: It’s fucking Deadpool. 

Summary: Your girl Nega hooks you up with Wade Wilson. 

Originally posted by my-daily-space

The bar was dingy as fuck.

Fuck it was downright biowaste, but it was the place your date picked. And now you were questioning the whole damn thing.

Cursing Nega under your breath for setting you up with her ‘friend’, you hustled into the bar and looked down at your phone. Quickly you texted the number of Wade Wilson, the man you had been talking to on and off for the last week and a half.

“I’m here.”

A second later, your cell buzzed. “Holy shit you’re way hotter in person. Fuck me.”

Another buzz. “Full disclosure, I have a boner.”

Another buzz. “Also my penis is big.”

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a friend like mine [2]

Summary: A discussion about a break up leads to….interesting revelations. || Sebastian x Reader || part 2 of 2 || part one is here

Warnings: smut and all that entails, thigh riding, choking, spanking, seb being a dirty lil shit, swearing, and i think that’s it?

Note: I’m going to hell and you’re all coming with me

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Time After Time

Summary: The five times the universe appeared to be against you when you wanted to ask Steve out.

Word Count: 4,447. (yikes, might want to grab a bowl of popcorn or feed your cat while reading this)

A/N: This is basically a remake of an old Peter Parker fic I wrote a while back, but of course I switched things up and improved it. Thanks to my pals @heaventide & @theassetseyeliner for being my betas. Hope you like! 

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart


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#smut #nsfw #oblivious!harry

Prompts: @a-sisi-universe
Author: @queenofthyme

Warning: well, I mean just read the tags above. exactly as it says really.

There were pros and cons to being attracted to your boss. The cons, Draco wasn’t too fussed about. His reputation couldn’t get much worse anyway (he was an ex-death eater after all), and it’s not like he didn’t have the money to get by if he lost his job. The only reason he’d worked so hard to become an auror in the first place was because of Harry Potter.

And therein laid the pro - his boss was Harry Potter.  Gorgeous, delectable, dreamy, oblivious Harry Potter.

Draco certainly wasn’t the only one in the office charmed by Harry. He’d noticed some of the other aurors staring too - during the rare moments when he could pull his eyes away from Harry. And it wasn’t just Harry’s looks. If it were just that, Draco would have gotten over it years ago. No, Harry had to be brave too. And powerful. And a little wild. And above all, kind.

Draco knew it was sappy of him but, Merlin, did he find that kindness sexy. Harry was the type of boss who took responsibility in the media when you messed up in the field. The type of boss who would take over your reporting for you (despite his own ridiculous workload) when he could see you were stressed or affected by a particularly emotional case. He was the type of boss who never treated you as if he were your boss at all.

Of course, Draco wouldn’t have minded if Harry threw his weight around a little. The fantasies Draco had of Harry often involved him doing just that - albeit with a few orders that would be highly inappropriate for the workplace. But no matter how obviously Draco pined, Harry still didn’t seem to notice. He really had no idea of his effect on people.

So when Harry called Draco into his office - the start to many a fantasy - last thing on a Friday before he could leave with the other aurors, Draco knew Harry wouldn’t understand the thoughts that were running through his head. Empty Department. Friday night. Boss’s office. Harry Potter’s thighs.

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Naruto gets taken in and raised by Koharu. He learns everything a traditional kunoichi does, as well as those combat skills that were what made kunoichi like Koharu, Touka, and Mito so absolutely fucking terrifying. But he always maintains the elegance and poise Koharu-obaasama taught him, even when handing Sasuke his broken teeth on a platter. Sakura and Ino are SO JEALOUS™ but also SO PROUD because ladylike but still male Naruto is awesome.

“I’m not going to approve this,” Hiruzen tells his former teammate, utterly bewildered.

“Of course you are,” Koharu tells him briskly, and the look on her face is one she most often used to turn on him and Danzō when they were being particularly obtuse. “Lady Mito’s spirit came to me in a dream to point out the in injustice being done to her descendant. I’m fixing it, and you had best not get in my way, Saru.”

Perched on her lap, four-year-old Naruto turns wide-starry eyes on her. “You talk to the Hokage like that?” he asks excitedly.

Hiruzen, who is still trying to sort out the Lady Mito’s spirit part of that, catches sight of that expression out of the corner of his eye and freezes as trepidation bolts down his spine.

“I’m being perfectly polite,” Koharu tells Naruto, and it’s true. Mostly. Except she wields manners the same way she wields an explosive tag, which is to say devastatingly. “People can never say no to good manners, if you use them correctly.”

Oh no. That expression on Naruto’s face is the same one he was wearing when he saw Hiruzen use a jutsu for the first time, and it doesn’t bode well for any part of Hiruzen’s remaining sanity. “Utatane—” he starts warningly.

“Hokage-sama.” He hasn’t heard her sound that icy since he suggested it was too dangerous to go out looking for Tobirama’s body, and years of experience has him snapping his mouth shut automatically. Koharu regards him narrowly for another moment, then nods in satisfaction and sets a neat stack of papers on the desk. “Naruto is coming home with me,” she says. “I will teach him sealing and how to comport himself—no more of this wreaking havoc in the village nonsense. And you will approve it.”

This situation is slipping from Hiruzen’s grasp so quickly it’s giving him a rash. “Only if you agree to cut ties with Danzō,” he says desperately.

Koharu gives him her patented I’m disappointed you’re not more intelligent but also remain unsurprised by this fact look and taps an imperious finger on the papers. “Section three,” she says primly, because of course Utatane Koharu would never hand in paperwork that wasn’t in sections. There was a reason Tobirama liked her best, and it wasn’t her penchant for explosions. Well, not entirely. “Proof of Danzō’s continuing activities, several methods to stop him, a cost-benefit analysis of doing so immediately as compared to phasing Root out slowly, and Mitokado’s agreement not to participate in any more of Danzō’s activities.”

Hiruzen wonders what she did to poor Homura to get his compliance, but very carefully doesn’t ask. Instead, he looks at the boy who may as well be his grandson, who he’s managed to keep at arm’s length, practically neglected, for the past four years, and sighs a little.

“Naruto?” he asks quietly. “Are you all right with this?”

Koharu’s expression shades towards affront, but before she can say anything—or stuff a mild exploding tag down his robes, because that was always one of her favorite ugh you’re such a boy reactions—Naruto turns to look up at her, and…

Well. Hiruzen realizes with a start that while he’s seen Naruto happy, he’s never seen him glad before.

“Oba-sama bought me a kimono,” he says, as though this is bewildering. “Because I thought it was pretty. An’ she said I can learn to fight like a hero of Konoha.” He pronounces the words carefully, clearly aware of the reverence with which Koharu treats her heroes.

Hiruzen just wishes that her heroes weren’t Uzumaki Mito and Senju Tōka, because he knows Koharu. She doesn’t give a damn about gender—Naruto will learn kunoichi skills because she knows how to make them devastating, and because all the shinobi she looks up to used them. And that, coupled with her love of exploding tags and her fuinjutsu knowledge, and Naruto’s bloodline of genius and his chakra reserves—

It takes effort not to wince.

“Utatane—” he starts, even though he doesn’t have a solid protest formed.

A mistake, clearly, because Koharu’s dark eyes go flinty, and she rises to her feet in a swirl of perfectly arranged robes. “Saru,” she says coolly. “Your desk, top drawer on the left, under a false bottom. Second bookshelf from the right of the door, third shelf, behind the treatise on politics during the First World War. Tenth floorboard from the window, in a black box sealed with—”

Hiruzen flings himself forward right over his desk, clapping a hand across her mouth. All the blood has drained from his face, and he gives her a wild-eyed look.

“You witch,” he accuses. “Leave my literature alone.”

Koharu rolls her eyes, grips his wrist between two delicate fingers, and pulls it away from her mouth. She pauses just long enough to make sure Hiruzen knows she’s thinking about breaking it for the offense, then lets go. “Hide it better,” she retorts. “Or for heaven’s sake don’t read porn on the job.”

Naruto, always the first to latch on to something he shouldn’t—case in point, the way he’s happily perched on Koharu’s hip right this moment, and Hiruzen has the uncharitable thought that he’s surprised she hasn’t broken her hip yet, with all her marching around giving orders—perks up at that. “What’s porn?” he asks excitedly.

“A way to lead foolish men around by the nose,” Koharu says precisely. “Saru, I expect those forms to be filed with the appropriate departments by the end of the day tomorrow. Naruto, let’s go home.”

“Yes, Oba-sama!” Naruto cheers, and he waves cheerfully over her shoulder as she sweeps out of the Hokage’s office.

Hiruzen slumps back in his chair and drags his hands over his face, then leans over and fishes out a bottle of sake. For a moment he debates the cup, but then he pictures Naruto with elegance and poise and the ability to break anyone’s teeth without losing composure, and just pops the cork.

At the very least, it will be an interesting few years.

(Hiruzen really, really hopes he can retire before Naruto reaches Academy age, because that will make ‘interesting’ look like a morning stroll in comparison.)

“Terrifying old bat,” he mutters, waving the sake in vague salute, and then drinks straight from the bottle.

Something You’ve Forgotten (Part1)

[Sorry about my non-update of Yasmine Hearts. I’m getting to it, sorry! Once again, let me know if you want to be in the tag list for this fic.]

Tag List: @xx-thedarklord-xx @rmh8402


Draco groaned, a light blinding his closed eyelids, his head pounding as if he was hit by the Hogwarts Express. He heard people rushing around, footsteps and questions being thrown at him, though things were happening too quickly, he couldn’t differentiate anything. What was happening? Where was he?

Draco opened his eyes and glanced around, vaguely wondering if the white walls and hospital bed were of St Mungo’s, since this obviously wasn’t the Hogwart’s infirmary. He blinked a few times, glancing around until he spied doctors and nurses crowding his bed, all falling quiet suddenly after a loud insistence from who he assumed was the head doctor.

“Can you tell me your name?”

That was silly, “Draco Malfoy,” He supplied easily, resisting the urge to roll his eyes in case it sent a blast of pain coursing through his head that was really not needed.

“Do you know where you are?”

This was less easy, though he supplied his findings, “St Mungo’s, I assume. This doesn’t look anything like the Hogwarts infirmary, and everyone here is new.” A quiet stillness held the air suddenly as the Healers glanced at one another. The main one kept his eyes firmly placed on Draco.

“What is the last thing you remember?” Draco opened his mouth to answer, but then closed it again. What was the last thing he remembered? He was sitting through Advanced Potions, taking his NEWTs- no, he was boarding Hogwarts Express once he finally graduated… Was that it? Perhaps he was hit by a train.

“I was boarding Hogwarts Express-” Draco began, before suddenly being interrupted by a nearby door being burst open, the sound of a few people rushing in.

“You can’t keep me from him!”

“Sir, please, you have to wait until the Healer gives permission-”

“Who is it? Jason? Matilda?” That voice sounded so familiar, it was on the tip of his tongue. Wait- no, it couldn’t be who he thought it was. Potter’s voice wasn’t that low, wasn’t that mature.

Surely enough, Potter rounds the corner looking much too attractive to Draco’s horror. He also looked older, with stubble growing on his chin and slightly longer hair pulled back into a loose bun that wasn’t exactly helping much as curls kept falling out the more he moved. He seemed to be getting poorly restrained by a small nurse as she attempted to push him back the way he came, but he held firm as he glanced at the lead Healer, then over and meeting Draco’s own eyes. “Draco.” The way he said it, his voice was breathy and hesitant, though his eyes showed so much gratitude and relief. Who the fuck does he think he is?

“Potter?” Draco exclaimed loudly, his brow furrowed and a picture perfect face of confusion and exasperation. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Draco growled out, shaking his head and blinking wildly. Surely he was seeing things wrong. He watched as the relief slowly drained out of him, his eyes widening and looking wildly frantic as he glanced back at the lead Healer.

“Jason, please tell me-”

“Harry, you’re going to have to wait in the sitting room. I’m not finished evaluating.”

“Jason, please-”

“Go!” His Healer’s voice was firm, his eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared at Potter. The git had the nerve to glance back at Draco before slowly backing away, turning and disappearing behind Draco’s medical curtains once again. Draco huffed, rolling his eyes and looking back at the lead Healer- or, Jason.

“Well that was bloody unexpected.” Draco mumbled, shaking his head as most of the nurses or healers surrounding him started backing off, walking out of view. Jason walked closer to his bed, placing a hand on his forehead and flashing a light in his eyes irritatingly.

“Not really,” Jason replied vaguely, and Draco attempted to furrow his brow under Jason’s hand.

“What do you mean?” Draco watched as Jason straightened up, eyeing Draco for a moment before pulling a rolling stool up and sitting, lifting a board up and writing some notes with a quill.

“Please continue what you were saying before the interruption,” Was his only reply, and Draco couldn’t hold back his eyeroll this time before wiggling in his bed, trying to get more comfortable in the stiff mattress.

“Okay, well, I was stepping onto Hogwarts Express. I just graduated my eighth year, I remember that. And wasn’t that just a bloody awful time. I was trying to find an empty compartment to sit in since everyone was giving me murderous glares, but I couldn’t find any.” Draco snapped his fingers, pointing at the Healer, “Perhaps that’s what happened. Those bloody gits probably attacked me.” He nodded toward the Healer, a slight pain shooting through his head but nothing he couldn’t handle. The Healer just stared, unamused, and he sighed, continuing. “Okay, I remember walking halfway down the train, opening a compartment and seeing-” He hesitated, the words caught in his mouth. Who did he see there? He furrowed his brow, closing his mouth he realized was still hanging open, and glanced back over toward him nervously. “That’s all.”

“You don’t remember who you saw?” Jason asked, pressing the bottom of the board against his legs and resting one arm against the top, watching Draco curiously.

“No,” Draco replied quietly, shaking his head lightly. “Well this is just a weird day,” Draco mumbled, raising a hand to rub his forehead. He noticed Jason tracking his movements closely, nodding and jotting something down on his board before standing and moving toward the end of his bed.

“Wait, Healer?” Draco asked uncertainly, glancing up and watching as the man hesitated, turning and studying the injured boy. “Why did Potter come running in here? If it was the wrong room, surely he would’ve immediately left and not kept arguing.” He watching Jason sigh, rubbing his face before shaking his head.

“I didn’t want to be the one to say it.”

“Say what?”

“You and Potter are in a relationship Draco. It’s been five years since you last stepped onto the Hogwarts Express.”


“What?!”


Draco’s scream could be heard down the hall, carried throughout the whole building, out the front door and down the street, and carried onto the wind throughout the whole world. At least, Draco thought so.

“What the fuck do you mean I’m dating Harry bloody Potter?” He could feel his cheeks heating up, along with his nose, neck, chest- he was blushing madly and he hated it. So what that git was attractive, and held a fierce loyalty one could only wish for in a partner. The man was his rival- rather, ex-rival- and the man wasn’t even gay! Or… Wait, if they were dating, that would mean that he was gay, right?

“I really think you should talk to him about that, Mr. Malfoy.” The end of the conversation was signalled by Jason just up and leaving Draco lying in his cot, mind completely blown and scattered throughout the room. He tried to wrap his head around everything. So, this meant he lost his memory? Five years of it? Wait- he was five years older than he remembers. Just minutes ago he was eighteen and now, what, he was twenty three years old? Where did he live now, what was his job?

He heard the soft click of the door closing, and wondered to himself if that was Jason leaving, or someone coming into his room. The question was quickly answered when he saw a messy haired man peek his head around the medical curtain. He scanned Potter’s face, since that was the only thing he could see from here aside from the shadow body behind the curtain, and perceived horror and anxiety written across his features. The bloody git, Draco was the one who couldn’t remember anything about his life.

“What are you doing over there Potter? Come to spy on me again like in sixth year?” Draco sneered, turning his head away from the man and huffing, crossing his arms across his chest. Then, realizing he was still laying down and therefore in a vulnerable position, he quickly sat up and leaned against the wall behind him, resuming the position.

“You- you really don’t remember me?” Potter whispered, coming out from behind the curtain and taking a few tentative steps toward Draco.

“Of course I remember you, you bloody git,” Draco spat out, shooting a glare toward him, “Boy saviour, golden boy, The-Boy-Who-Lived. The boy who tried to make my school life a living hell, more like.” Draco coughed, glancing away from Potter’s stricken face. He started to feel a little guilty. He had already gotten over everything before, even wanted to apologize to him before all of this, and he knew he was just lashing out because he was caught by surprise. He felt vulnerable still, and hated it.

“You don’t remember our dates?” Potter walked slowly toward the edge of the bed, reaching out slowly to trace his fingers along Draco’s arm. It was unfair how Potter’s scent was so strong, clogging his senses and making him dizzy. “You don’t remember our first kiss?” Draco turned his head back and let his eyes wander up toward Potter’s face, their gazes meeting. “You don’t remember what happened before the-” Potter’s voice cracked, and he lowered his gaze toward where he had his hand resting on Draco’s arm now.

“The what? What happened?” Draco pressed, uncrossing his arms and moving it away from Potter’s grasp. He watched a careful emotion flicker across his face before he took a few steps back from the bed, keep his gaze away from Draco’s.

“The explosion. You hit your head on some bricks, you were bleeding everywhere. I was so worried, Draco.” His voice cracked again and he closed his eyes, bringing a fist up and biting it as if it could hold back the choked sobs he was emitting quietly.

“Why would you be worried about me?” Draco shook his head, his gaze moving away from the aged boy he once knew, flicking toward his arm. “I’m just a-” He hesitated, his eyes widening as he takes in the colours on his left arm. Flowers, everywhere. A multitude of them, though he could pick out the majority of them being narcissas, and he choked back a sob as he quickly lifted his arm for a closer inspection. They filled his entire forearm, covering the black ink he knew was hiding underneath.

“You don’t remember getting that?” Potter asked carefully, taking a step forward and placing his hands against the metal bar on the side of the bed. “Oh, wait- of course you wouldn’t. I was there when you did it.” Draco rolled his eyes at this, shooting a glare up toward the annoying boy.

“It’s not that I solely don’t remember you and whatever relationship we had, Potter. I don’t remember anything past graduation.” He ran his right hand over his arm, shaking his head slowly as he eyed the details. It looked good, he had to admit. He was never one for flowers, though something nagged in the back of his mind. Something he couldn’t quite grasp.

“Call me Harry, please.” The beg drew his attention, raising his eyebrows and resting his gaze upon Potter once more. “This is hard enough without hearing you call me that.”

“Potter is your name-”

“Please,” Potter begged, and something in his eyes twisted Draco’s gut in an unpleasant way. Glancing away, and wiggling slightly under the intense stare, Draco just sighed and shook his head.

“Sure Po- Harry. Sure.” Draco tried to tell himself he wasn’t pleased when he heard Potter’s sigh of relief, or saw Potter’s grin split across his face as if he was truly happy for this. This was all too much. “Look, I need some time to think-”

“Draco,” Potter interrupted, grinning and reaching forward to take the hand that had been running across the tattoo. Draco was half tempted to withdraw it, but the weight of the strong hands comforted him slightly in this weird time.

“What?”

“I’m going to help you remember me. Remember us.”

“Po- Harry,” Draco began, shooting a glance up toward the man before shaking his head and keeping his gaze anywhere but toward him. “I don’t think it works like that.”

“I’ll make it work like that. Besides, someone once called me a ‘stubborn git who always gets what he wants,’ so I have no doubt that this’ll work.” Potter’s grip tightened slightly against his hand, and Draco just huffed a response.

“And who was the idiot who told you that?”

“You.”

The Cabin By the Lake: Chapter 1

Summary: Cassian has been keeping a secret- for the past 300 years he has been building cabins around a lake to house the Inner Circle and any family they might have. Five years after the end of ACOWAR, the cabins are finished and the Inner Circle descends for two weeks in paradise.

**Contains minor NSFW content, not enough to warrant a tag, nothing explicit, but just a little bit.

Originally posted by pinkfloydvinyl

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“Don’t Look”

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1555

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Bucky shows you how much he appreciates all your help.

A/N: This is a friend to lover sort of drabble. Congrats @marvelous-fvckson the 3K!! Your fics make me happy :) Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE or HERE

Originally posted by buckingoffthebed

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Undercover Jon Theory: How possible is it?

I’ve been on the fence with this theory for a while. I’ve gone between flirting with the idea and rejecting it. My inclination to believe in it came from seeing Jon reacting uncharacteristically in certain moments or some dialogue that seemed too on the nose when it wasn’t backed up by what we were being shown. On top of that, Kit’s acting was inconsistent with what this storyline was expecting me to believe and certain dialogues and actions that seemed to be on script contradicted it too. However, I wrote it off as bad execution in 7x04 and 7x05. Then 7x06 happened and Jon actually bent the knee - while Dany was willing to help him without it - and it made no sense nor did him calling her “Dany” out of nowhere or “My queen”. She came to help them and lost a dragon/child, but giving up his kingdom because of that? That’s not just betrayal; it’s foolish. I couldn’t fathom why Jon would do that. Come 7x07 and the episode expected me to believe Jon had never told a lie or broken a vow in his life (when he had before) and sabotaged a deal which he basically went on a dumb wight hunt for.

His lack of emotion for Arya and Bran threw me off in 7x05, but I just wrote it off as bad direction just so that it didn’t keep me up at night. But then Jon didn’t react to Brienne’s presence and neither did she. He didn’t seem guilty about his decision and how Sansa would take it, when for the first four episodes of this season he’s had quite visible reactions related to her. But suddenly, Jon was all about Dany now and didn’t give a damn about the Starks or the North? That made no sense. So I started listing out the inconsistencies to come to certain conclusions. This post attempts to break down this storyline from various angles to see if there can be an explanation beyond “it’s just bad writing”. It’s pretty long, but I didn’t go into as many details as I wanted to.

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Can’t Remember to Forget You | ii

Summary: When you almost die in battle, a distraught Bucky - afraid of what will become of him if he loses you - decides to end things. But what happens when he loses his memory, only to end up falling in love with you all over again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 916

Warnings: Language? Self-hate/loathing, mentions of death - lots of angst 

A/N: UPDATE! I hope this lives up to your expectations even thought its bleh AND kinda short af (Blade assures me its not but we know how I am) also i dedicate this chapter to my beloved bleid because i miss her :/

Originally posted by caps-bucky

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Shower Time Confessions

Summary: Castiel was a virgin whenever you took him under your wing and decided to show him all of the ways you could pleasure each other - you just didn’t expect to fall in love along the way.

A/N: I know, I know! I said I’d have this up last night. I kind of…passed out. heheh

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), language, fluff that hurts sooo good.

Word Count: 1.3k

Originally posted by magnificent-winged-beast

Mmm, Cas, yes..” you trailed off as your hands threaded into the dark brown locks that belonged to the angel between your thighs.

L-left,” you whimpered, guiding his head to your right and his left so that his tongue drug across your folds perfectly- “fuuck, right there… oh god.

You cried out as his tongue swiped up and down, leaving you panting and writhing beneath him as your orgasm washed you over only a second later, your throbbing sex exploding with the intense pleasure you’d been chasing after for the last hour before Cas pulled away.

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The Blood That Ruined Us

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1590

Pairing: LokixSister!Reader

Summary: You and Loki had been close growing up. He was the big brother that protected you from everything. Being the daughter of Odin’s one-night stand, you were hated by all. Frigga carried that disdain with her, hating you in order to love Odin. Loki stood by you through it all. Over the years, however, Loki’s love for you turned into something more. Then the rumours started, and suddenly Asgard had more reason to hate you. Navigating a forbidden love, you and Loki are forced to pine after each silently - never being able to belong to one another the way you want to. Lingering touches and longing glances were all you got. Until one day, Loki finds out he is not the son of Odin and Frigga.

A/N: Even though Loki and the reader are not technically related, I have labelled this incest because they were raised as siblings.

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EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 11

Hi loves! So 2 weeks passed and I’m back with another part of my long-ass Evak fanfiction recs series, hooray! I never know what else to write here, so I’ll just shut up for now. All the fics can be found under the cut. Happy reading!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

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anonymous asked:

Apparently there's already some controversy regarding the new Sleepless Night video. Any thoughts? Do you think it's appropriate for others to speculate this video as a staged attempt at damage control (for Dan's liveshow I'm assuming)? Or is this getting out of hand and considered a breach in their privacy if this actually is a boundary they're trying to reestablish through the video?

here are my thoughts in summary: 

1. it’s not a stretch by any means to imagine phil made this video as a response to the things that were spotted in dan’s live show. maybe not, it’s impossible for us to know, but it’s not unreasonable to think that, because a lot of the speculation was happening in their main tumblr tags and their twitter mentions, and we know they regularly check all of those. 

2. if he did in fact make this video as a response to all of the theorizing then it does seem like they would like their sleeping situation and bedroom situation to remain ambiguous on face. that’s not anything new, that’s the way things have always been. what it does do, at least for me, is raise questions about whether the things dan let us see last tuesday weren’t meant to be seen. perhaps he truly made a mistake, and if that makes anyone feel anything but sad on their behalf idk what to tell you. dnp are fully at liberty to go to whatever lengths they need to maintain their privacy and protect what is important to them. i don’t view any amount of ‘staging’ or stretching of truths as being insincere or inauthentic when the objective is self-preservation and protection. 

3. there is nothing wrong with speculating about phil’s reasoning in making this video. we’re people who watch phil and are utilizing the information he has given us and the information dan gave us last week to come to certain conclusions or at least discuss possible explanations for their behavior. that’s not immoral or invasive. it’s just discussion, it’s what keeps fandom going, it’s what keeps dnp in a job. 

4. in fact i’d go so far as to say that all of the posts today about how dramatic and invasive the fandom is are a little unnecessary and over the top. there’s nothing new about people discussing dnp’s sleeping situation. bedgate has been a tag on my blog for months. it’s been a conversation over and over and over again since dnp have lived together. there was the tour bus last year, the australia ditl, the japan ditl the year before. phil himself weighed in on that last one. it’s a never-ending conversation (to the point that it’s almost boring lol). in the case of this week’s bedroom conversations, people were reacting to dan himself showing us things in his live show. it’s not like anyone was discussing information that was found through illicit means, nobody that i saw was empowering anyone to do anything shady. they were talking about things that were put out into the public by dan himself, whether mistakenly or intentionally. i think it’s unrealistic to expect everyone to pretend like they just didn’t see what dan let all of us see repeatedly? insofar as people’s discussions don’t dig up information that dnp have hidden or don’t want known, i don’t see how any of it is in any way invasive. like, idk. respect each other enough to realize that most ppl here have dnp’s best intentions in mind and that all of us to one degree or another spend a chunk of our lives thinking/speculating about what they’re up to. there’s litro no point in accusing a whole fandom that’s hundreds of thousands of people strong of partaking in toxic behaviors when the base logic there is that any discussion of their personal lives is an overstep and an intrusion. that’s just an untenable position,, it makes all of us guilty merely for having a passing curiosity about dnp’s real lives. instead of the accusatory posts and the anger, the ‘omg 2012 again!’ and the easy use of words like ‘toxic’ ‘disgusting’ etc., if you see someone doing some shit you think is out of line, just message them. tell them to untag things you think are breaching boundaries, have some conversations. i’ve done this like 10 times just in the last week. it has always worked. try it! ppl generally aren’t trying to make dnp feel pressured, not trying to force them to come out or any of these awful things. they may just not connect their own actions to these consequences, they might be ignorant of how dnp interact with tumblr, etc. etc.

5. all of this talk about the fandom’s invasiveness, in my opinion, undermines dnp’s power and control over these situations. no matter how much speculation fans and viewers partake in, dnp are ultimately the ones who have control over how they present themselves and no amount of talking on our blogs or yelling in caps lock on twitter takes that power away from them. they have the upper hand. 

6. that doesn’t mean people should have free rein of course or that invasiveness in this fandom doesn’t exist. i just mean that i haven’t seen it much in this particular week, about this particular issue. but if this is a case of dan having made some mistakes or phandom being a lot more observant than he banked on, then dnp have a right to try and reset the narrative, as i stated above. a lot of the posts people have been making have been about how people shouldn’t talk about the bedrooms anymore, especially in the main tags, youtube comments, direct twitter mentions, etc. i agree with this. people can and will do what they want, ultimately, and as i said before dnp innately have the power in this situation, but i believe that to respect them as human beings is to respect the expectations that they directly or indirectly set for us. i believe phil’s video was a way of directly reinforcing that he would like to present their situation in this specific light, and if we respect him, then we respect that narrative. there should be nothing satisfying in catching them out in a “lie” because they’re not trying to fool us. they don’t take pleasure in misleading us. they’re just protecting themselves, protecting their privacy, protecting their ability to live freely and to separate their personal lives from their work, and i don’t know how anyone could argue that they don’t deserve to have that.

Stay Still

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: When returning from an exhausting mission, the reader teases Bucky about his age, only to end up on her knees, being shown that one part of him certainly hasn’t aged.
Words: 1349
Warning: Smut, oral (male receiving), some light dom!reader 


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Consummation

Summary: You and Cas get bored on a ghost hunt, which is taking place at a gala - where you had to pretend to be married to get in.

RequestCan I request some smut where the Reader and Cas are on a hunt and have to act like a married couple to get into some fancy gala. And the Reader sees him in a tux with his hair all done she’s like god damn this man will be the death of me. So they find some room to do it.
-Requested by Anon

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, oral (male and female receiving), husband/wife kink? (If that’s a thing)

Word Count: 2.3k

Originally posted by itsrabbidseason

Ninety minutes. You’d been in the bathroom for ninety minutes.

Sam, Dean, and Castiel waited in the motel room while you got ready - something that typically only took you twenty minutes; but the four of you were tackling a gala tonight - benefiting the family of the late Mr. Williamson, whose ghost was still wandering about the mansion where the gala was being held. So dressing up was required.

The boys had been ready for almost thirty minutes.

“Y/N!” Dean called as he leaned back on one of the beds, rubbing his eyes. He was getting impatient.

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Krasivaya-Chapter 11

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

Song:Animals-House of the rising sun

Bucky’s POV

He wakes slowly from the best dream he’s ever had. A deep contentment has settled in his soul. It was just a dream, but such a sweet dream, the accumulation of all his waking fantasies made manifest. As he traces nondescript patterns into the bare skin of the woman plastered against his chest, he knows he needs to get up, but he’s loathe to. He snuggles you closer, stealing a few extra minutes before he rises, breathing in your scent, taking in the smooth feel of your skin under his fingertips. He’d happily give up everything if he could stay like this with you, but he knows he did too much damage for that ever to be a reality. Sighing he untangles himself and heads to the bathroom for a shower, grabbing his bag as he passes.

Shucking off his sweatpants, he frowns at the garment. Is that….? Was that…? No, it couldn’t be. It was just a dream. He must have gotten a bit too excited. Confused and slightly bewildered, he steps into the shower, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the dream. It was no good. Even standing beneath the water’s cold spray, he could still feel you, smell you on his skin.

Rinsing out his hair, he grabs a towel, steps out of the shower and faces the mirror. He stares at his reflection. He was being an idiot. He was pushing you further into the arms of Steve. He loved the man in his own roundabout way, he would move mountains to protect him, but you… you were something else entirely.

You were special, smart, beautiful and kind. He’d hurt you in the worst possible way. No matter what, he was going to show you how much you meant to him. How much he coveted and worshiped the ground you walked on.

Without being an asshole. He hoped.

Mind made up, he threw on his clothing in record time. Walking out of the bathroom, he finds you awake, in the process of putting on the tightest leather pants he’d ever seen.

Where you purposefully fucking with him? He groans inwardly.

You freeze, blushing deeply, not making eye contact.

It sets him frowning.

“Morning,” you mumble.

He tries to catch your eye. “Mornin’,” he replies. “You alrigh’?”

“Fine! Just peachy!” you squeak, clearing your throat. “Will you start setting up the equipment?” you ask, staring fixedly at the floor.

“Yeah, doll,” he replies, wondering what the hell he’d done wrong this time.


Your Pov.

Awkward morning pleasantries. Check.

Embarrassed beyond belief? Check

Guilty as sin? Double check.

He obviously didn’t remember. He didn’t know how you had taken advantage of him last night.

Wishing desperately you could phone Natasha, you need to talk this out, but your phone is restricted.

Moving toward the equipment you take your seat, ignoring Bucky’s presence completely, watching the target pull up to the curb to meet his contact. You jot down any distinguishing features and a license plate, committing him to memory. You strain your mind, pushing at the walls of his, sifting through his memories, but there’s some sort of block. You can’t reach the information you need.

Eyes snapping open, you murmur, “Something’s wrong.”  

Bucky is immediately alert. “What is it?” he asks as he scans the surrounding area for any movement.

“I can’t get into his head. He’s blocked me somehow. They must have there own telepath.”

Bucky looks worried. “Could you take them? Sense their power?”

You shake your head. “The person is too far away, I can’t get a lock on them. I have no idea if they are on my level.” Concentrating on the source, you push yourself to the limit, trying futilely to get a read on the mutant. Frustrated you push harder, the corner of your mind going fuzzy.

Bucky’s hand, roughly shaking you out of your trance, brings you back to the present. His worried gaze boring into you, he eyes you up and down. “Don’ do that! You could hurt yourself. Don’ be so damn reckless all the time. You’re my responsibility!” he snaps.

You’re used to Bucky’s about turns when it comes to the safety of his teammates. It still smarts though. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

His words, though,  feed your insecurities.

The Melissa-esq voice in your mind begins snarling obscenities at you.

Not enough… Never enough… You’ll never be more than second best… A burden to those you love… A waist of space… Fat… Ugly… Worthless…

Your vision darkens.. The overwhelming pressure in your mind begins pouring out. You’re losing your grip on reality. You can’t seem to rein yourself back in.

Panicked, you try and find an anchor. A thought, a memory, anything to grab onto. There’s nothing an empty void before your eyes. You know this feeling. It’s the feeling of someone else pushing you out of your head, the way Charles used to when he was teaching you control.

You grab onto the first thing you can find, a physical anchor when you can’t find a mental one, which happens to be Bucky’s metal arm. Clamping down the scream rising in your throat, you throw up a shield around the two of you before seeking out the black tendrils in your mind.

The foreignness of the intruder makes you unbearably angry. You can feel the power leaking out of you. Paint starts peeling off walls, tiles crack, furniture splinters, and plants die while you fight for control of your mind.

Snarling viciously, you give an almighty push, lashing the intruder with a whip of psychic energy.

The accompanying shriek of the other telepath has you grinding your teeth. It’s a painful, desperate sound. Your whip would burn like acid, sear through the nerve endings like fire, putting this powerful foe out of commission for at least a day.It makes every nerve in your body protest as, tied together like you were, you were the recipient of a vicious wave of backlash.

Slumping forward, you drop the shield, sucking in large gulps of air as you try and bring yourself back. Your head feels like the John Bonham from Led Zeppelin is playing a drum solo in it.  “Jesus,” you huff out, taking in the carnage which surrounds you.

Bucky’s crouched in front of you, tilting your chin upward. He gently strokes your cheek, “What happened, Krasivaya?”

With his eyes searching yours, you can sense the barely concealed panic under the facade he’s putting up.

“What was that?” he asks again, intertwining your fingers with his metal hand.

“That Telepath is a level 5 mutant, James. She’s as strong as I am, if not stronger.” Faltering, you squash the mounting dread. “She knows who I am now. She knows what my mind looks like.” You scan the room, pushing your taxed senses to find any unfriendly minds. It feels like your brain is on fire, but you need to be certain no one was coming for the two of you. “We need to finish this as soon as we can, before it comes to a fight. I don’t know if I can win if it does,” you say, trying to make him understand. Guilt eats at you with your inability to protect him. What good were you to anyone? You were useless, a failure. You couldn’t even keep yourself together, keep a stranger out of your own damn mind. What reason did you even have for being anymore?

He nods once, rising to his feet,moving toward the upturned chair. Righting it, he takes a seat at the window. Before returning to the surveillance equipment, he stops to side-eye you. “You ain’t alone, Krasivaya,” he says nervously. “I’ll always protect ya.”

A rush of hope fills your chest.

He clears his throat. “Steve would murder me if I didn’t bring you home.”

Your heart falls, shattering like glass into shards so small, you’ll never put it back together.  

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Rehabilitating A Broken Heart (1)

Bucky x Reader AU

Summary: Bucky Barnes is an arrogant asshole. He loves parties, girls, and having everything revolve around him. After a horrific car accident that causes him to lose his arm, he’s sent to physical rehabilitation where he meets Y/n, a spunky, takes no shit, physical therapist that has Cerebral Palsy. There, a strong connection forms and she shows him the ropes of living a normal life with a disability.

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, drinking, bucky’s an asshole

PLEASE READ THE MESSAGE AT THE BOTTOM, IT RELATES TO THE STORY, THANK YOU

Chapter 1: Going Into the Light

I loved taking care of my body. I loved working out. I loved eating healthy. I love the amount of sex I received from any willing woman. I had needs and more than enough women we’re willing to provide themselves to me. It’s not like I’m using them, per say, I allow and give them enough pleasure to satisfy their needs, but I always needed more. I needed teeth and tongue without having to worry about the girl getting attached.

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