flashes and lashes

Accuracy - Pt. 2 (M)

Genre; s m u t 

Length; 2,200+ words

Kink(s); exhibitionism, mild impact play

Originally posted by wonhoforjackson

You couldn’t seem to find your voice as you watched Yugyeom join Youngjae on the floor in front of you. 

Both men laughed with one another the moment your body seemed to tense up and tremble at their gentle touch. 
Yuygeom peered up at you through his lashes, flashing you a shy smile before pressing his lips against your outer thigh, “You’re so cute..” He cooed, his large hand trailing down your leg then wrapping around your calf; separating your legs slightly. 

Immediately your cheeks flushed a peachy hue as your skirt rode up slightly, only exposing a little glimpse of the baby blue lace you wore underneath. 
Your eyes shot up as Mark and Jaebum moved over to you. 

“So y/n…” Jackson suddenly said, completely stealing your attention from the two men as he practically sat himself on Jinyoung’s lap, “How would you like us to take care of you babygirl?” 
His sudden question had your mind going crazy, your heart raced as he his large hand began ghosting over your breasts causing only a small, timid whimper to escape you.

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Renegades

Characters: Little sister!Reader, young Dean, young Sam, Bobby

Warnings: fluff, mentions of John’s crappy parenting, fluff, Winchester’s as kids, did I mention fluff?

Word count: 1k

Description: Back when the Winchester’s were young, they spent a lot of time at Bobby’s. Being the eldest meant that Dean was in charge of looking after his little brother and sister when Bobby wasn’t around. When one brother is being stroppy, who else is a little sister to turn to to play with?

A/N: I was super excited to write this! I’ve always loved the idea of seeing what life was like for the boys when they were little. This was written for @dreamin-of-somewhere-else ’s 2000 followers challenge and my prompt for this fic was the song Renegades by X Ambassadors (one of my fave songs ever). I hope you like it xx Masterlist

Dean’s age: 11

Sam’s age: 7

Y/N’s age: 4

Story:

“I got you Sammy!” Y/N squeals, running for cover behind the wheel of an old car.

“No you didn’t! You missed!” Sam whines, stomping his small foot on the ground.

“Yes I did, now you have to be dead!”

“You didn’t hit me so I’m not being dead! You weren’t dead when I hit you!” He folds his arms and huffs.

“Just be dead for a bit Sammy. You know she’s not gonna shut up about it until you do.” Dean points out, not looking up from the very real gun he’s cleaning.

“But… Argh fine!” Sam groans but does as he’s told, heading back to his base in the scrap yard. Dean rolls his eyes as Sam drags his scuffed trainers on the stony ground.

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Smoke and Mirrors

(An accumulation of the asks about Peevils and Mare! It’s pretty long though, so be warned!)

Mare posses with one of Nate’s guitars, and Peevils laughs and snaps a picture. Puffed up with Peevils’ attention, Mare starts to play a bit. He knows how from countless times of studying Nate as he played, and as he continues, Peevils watches closely.

Mare plays through the entire song, what he can remember of it, and when he finally looks up, notices that Peevils has been watching him, and blushes. “Oh, sorry.”

Peevils snorts and snaps another picture of his blushing face. “Play me another song.”

It doesn’t take much convincing. Mare rarely has an audience when he plays, aside from when Nate lets him sneak an expression or a movement into one of the music videos, but he realizes very quickly that he likes to perform for others just as much as Nate does.

Peevils walks around him, taking pictures and glancing up from time to time. After a while, he forgets to pose, and instead his face becomes concentrated but relieved, like playing has carried him away to someplace else. Peevils uses up all of her film and then just lays down on the floor a few feet away and listens until she falls asleep.

When Mare finally stops playing, he walks over, drapes a blanket over her, and leaves the room quietly with the guitar, exiting Peebles Place through the door to Ego Inc.

He’s just about out the door of the lobby when it won’t open for him. Mare shoves his weight against the door, but it doesn’t budge. And when he checks the locks, nothing seems to be amiss. Then he feels the temperature drop and hears the tinny ringing of Dark’s aura as the other figment creeps up slowly behind, running a hand down Mare’s arm to where he holds the guitar case’s handle, taking it from him against Mare’s will.

“You’ve become quite the regular visitor around here, Natemare. I’d have thought that after what happened the last time you crossed me, you would have the better sense to stay away.” Dark sets the guitar aside and sweeps an arm around Mare’s shoulders. The other figment is somehow unable to move, held in place by the tendrils of Dark’s hideous, black aura.

Dark whispers in Mare’s ear, harsh and full of fire, “Stay away from her.”

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people like to pretend that sherlock giving a blowy would be fierce, sexy, his eyes flashing up through his lashes and his curls tousled from john’s hands, powerful as he moves. nah bitch he’d have all 8 of his chins scrunched up with tears and snot running down his face because he’s so happy to finally have john watson’s cock in his mouth. we know from the Tire Iron Incident that ya boy got a dixation

Every Life has a Moment ~ Olicity Fic

So this was written out of pure enjoyment. I have a prompt I need to finish but I’ve just been blocked. This I wrote for me and because I want to feel inspired to continuing writing. Thank you for everyone’s endless support I appreciate it more than I can possibly convey! 

P.S. I will be adding an additional chapter… If you want me too…

Every Life has a Moment

Every life has a moment… No everyone’s life has a key moment? Or should it be every person will experience a key moment?” 

Felicity dragged the graphite tip along the crinkled mass of paper beneath her tapping fingers then hovered over the illusive first line. She cocked her confused head while the curled brown tendrils fell freely over her bare left shoulder. The camisole strap slipped down the angled slope of her scapula when she moved the pencil back down to the second paragraph. “No…” she muttered lightly between clenched teeth, “It should stay here but then I would lose this line and then the bottom half won’t make any sense!” 

The indent in her furrowed brow grew as she sighed, “I’m never going to get this right…” 

The chuckle from the headboard of her cramped on leg room bed made her nearly snap the pencil in two. “No you’re never going to get to the point where you feel its perfect is what you should be muttering.” 

Felicity ran her nervous fingers through her maddening hair while growling, “This coming from the professional slacker…”  

Her best friend smirked, “I’m not the one who’s going to be bald by morning now am I?” 

Felicity’s fingers froze near the nape of her neck; she tapped along the taut skin before sighing in defeat, “Why can’t you just come with me? You know be my moral support while a crowd of eager minds laps up every stupid word I can hopefully deliver?” 

Those devious blue eyes slanted into two nearly invisible silts. The small worry lines near those fairly perfect lashes fluttered easily over the sharp contours of her favorite slacker’s cheek bones. Felicity crossed her legs at the ankles then flashed her sometimes roommate a dazzling grin. Her counterpart in turn huffed, “Felicity I’m not going to sit in a crowd filled with well wishers while you stand on a stage and nervously sweat.” 

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Here with Me

Genre: Angst
Words: 2,108
Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Injuries, blood, death, vomiting
Summary: No matter what, you will always be here with me.


Peter’s hands stroked your own, your fingers playing nimbly with each others as you relaxed on your bed in the tower. Dull light from the far skyscrapers streamed through the window, illuminating the shadows off of his face at sharp angles. You felt as though you were in heaven, the atmosphere so calm and Peter’s hands so soft as the world froze around you.

“You know something?” His voice cracked as he broke the silence.

“Hm?” you replied, the soothing movements making your eyes flutter.

“I think I’ve always loved you, you know, subconsciously.” You gazed up at him through your lashes to see his eyes focused on the ceiling. “Even when I didn’t know, I think my heart always knew.”

Silence enveloped the room and you felt your heart pound a little harder. “Even when I made you want to pull your hair out?”

He chuckled, his eyes still unmoving but relaxed. “Even then.”

“It’s hard to point out the time when a ten year friendship turned into something more, but I can honestly say that you’ve always been the most important person in my life.” You tried to elaborate.

His gaze finally dropped to yours, the dark lighting making everything more serene and the city light flashing off of his lashes all the more angelic.

You could see his mind moving as his eyes swept over your face, but he kept silent. No response could give you a better feeling than the look on his face did. Love poured from underneath his gaze, pinning you to the spot and enveloping you in a warmth you could never get too familiar with.

“I like this.” Your voice was soft, almost too quiet to hear, but you knew he did when his eyes dropped to your lips as you talked and back up to your eyes again. “You. Here with me.”

He gently reached his hand up, brushing strands of hair out of your face as you looked up at him sleepily. “Me too.”

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Hands to Yourself

Jon x Sansa fic for @ricewithfries. Thank you for your donation to fight Nazis!

Request: spies (playing off this drabble)


“How about you keep your hands to yourself?” Jon says, giving Baelish a shake. He’s light, easy to manhandle. That’s why the guys call him Littlefinger.

Staring back at him with her arched brow and pursed red mouth, it doesn’t look like Sister Stone will thank Jon for the intrusion—what he thought was a rescue, when he rounded the corner and found Baelish pressing her into the White Stag’s clammy stone wall. His blood is up, but even he can see she’s unimpressed. Annoyed even. Somehow he’s ended up the jerk.

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anonymous asked:

you're being a bit too harsh on steve. He does everything he has to do for bucky, he is his last piece of memory he has of his own life. Willing to let him beat him beat him to death to prove the point. Steve can be stubborn at times and he has a sense of loyalty none of us will ever have. Maybe a bit unrealistic to our times too, but certainly he doesn't deny him who he is. He made a comment it wasn't bucky and he shouldn't blame himself. It wasn't him and I agree with that.

see this is what i don’t like abt this fandom, that everyone acts like steve is the pinnacle of goodness and he can do no wrong bc AMERICA


you gonna tell me steve is more loyal to bucky than tony and rhodey are to each other???? tony who dives out of the sky in a flash and lashes out at anyone that might be slightly hurting him????? rhodey who lost the movement of his legs in battle with his buddy and still thinks it’s all worth it bc they were fighting together for what’s right and bc he KNOWS his buddy is gonna be there for him no matter what???

more loyal than sam is to steve????? sam who climbed back into battle after losing his best friend twenty minutes after knowing cap bc that’s how much he trusted him???? who spent two+ years of his life looking for a guy that tried to kill him bc steve said he was a good guy????

more loyal than SHARON WHO STOOD UP TO ACTUAL NAZIS ALONE and helped destroy an organization she dedicated her entire life for whose legacy is in her family’s name and blood bc cap pointed them out and who stole files and gear from the CIA for the safety of a guy that tried to kill her bc she trusted when steve said he was a good guy who’s been brainwashed.

also steve said MULTIPLE TIMES that “it wasn’t you it wasn’t you it wasn’t bucky don’t blame him it wasn’t him blah blah blah” to the point where BUCKY HIMSELF had to say “BUT I DID IT” and that shut steve right up, bc even if you want to argue that it wasn’t bucky’s fault he’s still the one living with the trauma???? and every time steve says it wasn’t him he’s denying bucky his own feelings bc hey if it wasn’t him then he shouldn’t have ptsd and stuff right

DickKory Week: Day 3

This was actually easy to visualise for me as it was pissing it down with rain all day today. It was miserable but it helped me write this so, Ima take that as a win.

Hope you like it.


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Water flowed through the streets of Bludhaven; splashing onto the sidewalk each time a car zipped through it, their hazards blinking as if acting as a form of warning.

The rain poured from the dark skies, soaking the streets and making the entire evening a miserable one.

People were scurrying through the town on their way home from work. It was Tuesday evening and the weather was simply ghastly. It was supposed to be a sunny spring day; boy had they messed it up down at the weather station.

Clutching umbrellas, civilians scowled at their surroundings as the rain just kept coming with zero signs of stopping. It was only 6pm but the charcoal skies made it seem much later than that.

Dick was no different to those around him.

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Cake drabble : AM Interviews

Hey guys! It’s been a MINUTE. I’ve been super busy in life, but I saw the other day that Luke & Arzaylea are not together anymore. Hahahaha - guess he’s seen the error of his ways & doesn’t want to waste more time not chasing Calum!

Although, can I say that I absolutely don’t like this new look Luke’s got going? He looks like a 90s B-movie thug these days. He’s two-seconds away from getting round-house kicked by Jean Claude VanDam.

Anyway, here’s a tiny little drabble. I’m still pretty busy in life - but just dropping by to say “hi guys!”

“So Luke, care to join us back in the real world? Maybe tell us a little about this new release?” A forced laugh. Already the interviewer sounds annoyed. Their manager will not be pleased with his inattentiveness. After all, it’s first their first new release in a year.

He manages a grunt back in reply, then lets her voice fade away again as Ashton smoothly steps in to answer her question. His own attention focuses back on Calum instead.

Dark jeans. Messy black curls. Drowning in a long-sleeve t-shirt that’s too big on his thin frame. Calum’s demeanor is as casual as it can be, bundled up on the couch between Michael and Ashton and nursing a steaming cup of something.

The brunette is the same today as any other day and nothing like any other day. He very deliberately (shyly) avoids looking at Luke as he shifts to tuck his long, tan legs under himself.

Today is the first morning when Luke knows what those legs feel like wrapped around his waist. He’s had them slung over his shoulders, kissed the length of them from ankle to hip. In fact, most of his past 12hrs have been spent between them.

He knows the rest of that delicate body too. Knows the feelings of his hands sliding down from the tiny waist hidden beneath that billowing t-shirt and onto round, flared hips. Knows this particular t-shirt was chosen this morning because it doesn’t have any holes in it.

All the better to hide the dark, purple hickeys liberally decorating that tan skin. Hickies that are a matched pair with the deep scratches etched into Luke’s own back. A fair exchange, and one he intends to repeat.

As if sensing his thoughts, there is sudden flicker of wide, brown eyes in his direction only to drop down under a flash of thick sooty lashes when they meet his. Luke grins wolfishly at the bright flush of pink that blazes deeper on that lovely face, down delicately curved cheekbones, and underneath the collar of that t-shirt.

Lovely.

Still, that flush looks prettier when Calum is incoherent, naked, and underneath him. Which, he decides, is where the brunette will be as soon as they’re done here.

He glances at the clock mounted behind the interviewer’s head.

43 more minutes of interview to go.

He can get through this.  

Probably.

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Damn You- Bellamy Blake

Prompts: . “Make me.” & Angry Make-out

Pairings: Bellamy Blake/OC

Warnings: Just a little grabby making out.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, glaring up at that horrific, round yellow ball in the sky. I’d never been so hot in all my life. Until a few weeks ago, I had no idea what sunshine actually felt like. All I’d ever known was what I experienced in the Ark…and when you spend part of your life in a prison cell, you don’t experience much. Sun, fresh air, grass, trees…all of it was new. Sometimes I still caught myself just staring, caught up in the newness of the world that surrounded me. A world I’d only read about in books and never in a million years dreamt I’d be able to see for myself.

Damn, things had changed fast. My awe and wonder towards the sun was quickly fading, though, the longer I was forced to work in it. All thanks to slave driver Bellamy and his gang of merry followers. I was all for putting up a wall and finding a way to protect ourselves, but I wasn’t all about working non-stop for hours without food, water, or rest of any kind. I came to a halt trying to catch my breath. Across the camp, I could see Bellamy standing just near the door to the drop ship, surveying his little worker bees with an arrogant expression. What a tool. The more I watched him, the more annoyed I felt. Who voted him chancellor of the ground anyways?

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What Fairytales Don’t Tell You - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Jason / p. 2 / p. 3 Tim / p. 2 / p. 3  Dick / p. 2 / p. 3   Bruce   Damian /  p. 2 / p. 3

Prompt: (Props to the anon who gave me the inspiration for this) I’ve really fallen in love with this big and you’re gifted writing! I just finished reading the majority of the Soulmates AU and noticed that everyone but Bruce has a continuation. Are you planning to do a part 2 for him? I think there’s some good material to draw from because of how you wrote it. Like maybe the first time his s/o discovers he’s batman after patrolling around her neighborhood or something. Anyway! Just wanted to say I love the content you produce on here!! :)

The first time you saw yourself on the cover of a tabloid you had to do a double take. You quickly grabbed the paper and examined it, still convinced your eyes were deceiving you. ‘Who is the mystery woman?’ the headline read. The photo underneath the headline was of you and Bruce dancing at the gala in your borrowed dress. Shaking your head in shock you put the magazine down pulled up the hood on your hoodie and tried to get out of the grocery store without being noticed. You succeeded that time but as time passed you were recognized more and more around Gotham.

All of Gotham was speaking about you. Everyone and their mother wanted to know who the mystery woman was who stole Gotham’s top bachelor’s heart. Suddenly your name was on everyone’s lips. [Y/N] the woman who stole the Prince of Gotham’s heart, [Y/N] the real world Cinderella, [Y/N] Gotham’s future princess. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated by the sudden spotlight. You assumed it would blow over quickly and people would settle down but you were wrong.

You assumed it would blow over quickly and people would settle down but you were wrong. Word was on the streets that the papers would pay a pretty penny for a picture of the happy couple or even just you. That painted a target on your back.

A few weeks into dating Bruce the Paparazzi started getting relentless. When they swarmed the two of you when you were out on dates Bruce could easily shield you and guide you away but he couldn’t always be around you to protect you from them. Bruce wanted you to stay at the manor while the whole mess died down but you insisted on staying at your own place for now. You didn’t want to uproot your entire life because of some nosy photographers. You had absolutely no idea the lengths the Paparazzi would go to.

You were walking from where you parked you car on the street to your apartment when a swarm of photographers surrounded you and started hounding you with questions and bright flashing lashes. You tried getting away but they had you surrounded.

Suddenly a dark figure swooped in and lifted you away from the swarm. You scrunched your eyes as the mysterious figure soared with you across the city’s rooftops. You didn’t open your eyes again until you felt solid ground under your feet. You looked up at your mysterious savior to see that it was the fabled Batman. He looked so much more handsome than you imagined he would.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a deep modulated voice.

“I’m fine. Thank you for saving me.” You thanked your savior graciously. “You know, when my soulmate warned me that photographers can be vultures I didn’t believe him.” You said sitting down so that your shaking legs wouldn’t give out on you. Batman stayed silent and just looked at you. “My soulmate, he’s a wonderful man and I love him more than anything don’t get me wrong but this life of his, the spotlight, it’s a little overwhelming. For crying out loud just a couple months ago I was just some girl from the Gotham slums! This isn’t supposed to be me! I’m really not all this important, I swear.” You said gesturing back towards the direction of your apartment where no doubt the swarm of photographers were waiting for you to return.

“You’re wrong.” He spoke up suddenly. “You’re more than you believe yourself to be and you mean more to him than even he probably knows.” He advised sagely.

“Huh. Batman, the relationship councilor.” You laughed under your breath. “You probably have better things to be doing with your time than sitting here giving me relationship advice.”

“[Y/N].” He whispered your name with uncanny familiarity.

“How - How do you know my name?” You stuttered, a little bit surprised at the sound of your name on this mysterious man’s lips.

“There’s something you should know.” He said hesitantly, his hands moving underneath the edge of his cowl. He pulled away the mask from his face to reveal the someone you were all too familiar.

“Bruce?” You whispered in shock. Your hand subconsciously lifted to touch his cheek, as if you didn’t believe your eyes.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now but I couldn’t find the words. I’m sorry.” He apologized, his voice no longer altered by his cowl. He seemed genuinely apologetic and you were left feeling conflicted, your mind not quite sure what to make of realizing your boyfriend was Batman.

“Oh.” Was the only words that came to mind when you opened your mouth to speak.

Oh? Is that it?” He asked puzzled at your response.

“I - I don’t know. I’m not sure how to process all of this.” You blinked slowly your eyes racking down his form, landing on the black symbol across his chest.

“I suppose that’s understandable.” He said. You hands trailed downwards to rest against the bat symbol that you were so accustomed seeing in the Gotham night sky.

“Can I see it?” You asked suddenly, looking up at your soulmate with an enthusiastic smile.

“See what?” He wondered his hands moving to take hold of yours that was still resting on his chest.

“The fabled Batlair or whatever!” You said excitedly.

“You want to see the Batcave?” He clarified with a raised eyebrow.

“Of course! Can you show me, please?” You pleaded. “There’s no way I can go back to my place tonight anyway so instead you can spend the rest of the night explaining all this to me.” You said gesturing along his body. Bruce relented and for the rest of that night he showed you everything there was to this secret life of his.

When the two of you pulled into the Batcave in the Batmobile (the freaking Batmobile) you noticed Dick showing his girlfriend some self defense moves while Damian, Bruce’s teenage son who you had met some time ago, provided less than helpful colorful feedback. Jason and his girlfriend were sitting together in front of a large impressive monitor working on something that looked important and probably very much dangerous. Tim sat working in a corner fiddling with some piece of technology while his girlfriend sat next to him occasionally handing him tools and pieces.

“Is everyone involved?” You asked Bruce incredulously.

“Now that you are here, madam, yes. Tea?” Alfred asked appearing next to you. You were suddenly feeling a little bit faint. This was all so much so fast.

“No … I - I think I just need to sit down.” You say. Bruce procured you a seat and guided you to sit down. Once you were safely seated he crouched down in front of you and took your hands in his.

“Are you alright, [Y/N]?” He asked with concern. You gave him a reassuring smile and caressed his cheek with your hand.

“I will be eventually, just give me some time darling.” You swore gently. He softly squeezed your hand in his grasp and nodded.

“Take all the time you need.” He reassured in a gentle tone.

“I love you Bruce. This doesn’t change any of that. I hope you know that, right?” You whispered firmly. You leaned in a placed a soft kiss to his lips which he returned with equal tenderness.

“It doesn’t hurt to double check.” He said with a small smirk playing at his lips.

“Well I do love you, you giant lovable jerk.” You said and emphasized your words with another kiss to his lips.

“Good.” He said, suddenly scooping you up into his arms bridal style. “Let’s get you to bed. You’ve had quite the day.” He insisted walking you out of the cave and towards the entrance to the manor. You giggled at an absurd thought that occured to you as he walked you to the bedroom.

“I can see tomorrow’s papers now, darling. ‘Wayne girlfriend having an affair with Caped Crusader’. We’ll be the talk of the town again.” You laughed at the absurdity that one of the photographers from before might have caught a picture of Batman whisking you away into the night.

“As if we weren’t already.” He joked with a smirk as he placed you on the bed and crawled in after you. Bruce Wayne or Batman this was the man you loved and nothing on this Earth, not his secrets or the paparazzi or whatever else would be thrown your way would ever make you want to leave him.