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Kiss the Girl

Summary: Literally based on The Little Mermaid’s “Kiss the Girl,” Bucky develops a crush on you after seeing you in various of Tony’s soirees, but is too shy to go up to you. 

Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up. Hope you all enjoy. This is fluffy af.

Originally posted by adoroituoigrovigli

“It’ll be fun!” Tony had said. And honestly, Bucky felt like punching him, just breaking his nose, or bruising him enough in such a way that he would never suggest this to Bucky again.

How could a room full of drunk, screaming people could be fun? Bucky grimaced, as yet another girl sidled up to him and batted her eyelashes at him. He shook his head and gave her a polite smile.

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Locker Room*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: There’s no real plot, maybe Reader wants to fool around in a locker room. Once again, this poor summary does not reflect my writing in general, I hope. Bear with me, please.
Words Count: 2.7k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT - 18+
Warnings: Smutty gifs, swearing, dirty talking, oral sex (both receiving), Chris being a butt guy (?), fingering and protected sex in a locker room, I guess.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

    “Seriously Chris, why would you work out so late?” You whined, throwing your gym bag at the back of the car as you popped in, sitting next to him.

    “Listen, we both like this gym and this hour is the best time slot.” Your boyfriend huffed out a laugh, pecking your cheek and you buckled up the passenger seat belt.

    “There are other interesting ways to do exercises,” you wiggled your eyebrows, wandering your fingertips along his thigh and he rolled his eyes, starting the car. “If you do this to preserve your privacy then think about wearing something else than a cap. This became so obvious it’s Chris Evans hiding under.”

    “Always hilarious, Y/N,” he looked at the road, driving through Los  Angeles and you leaned your head against the seat, setting your running shoes on the dash. “You know it’s the job, I’m starting to film Infinity War in a couple of months now.”

    “Really, I had no idea… Captain Fucking Obvious.” Your eyes stared straight through the window as he glanced at you with his eyebrows furrowed, giving you his special look he used whenever you used sarcasm and a small laugh slipped through your lips.

    Once you’d finally reached the gym club opened at night, you both headed towards the different locker rooms and you got rid of your bag and jacket. You finally joined your boyfriend in the room - with some other people - and you saw him already working out as he focused on the upper part of his body.

    You smiled and as Chris sent you a wink, you tried to leave this glorious sight of him flexing his biceps, grunting lightly or tensing his back so much that you could’ve drawn the muscles through his T-shirt. You couldn’t help but internally gush over how very handsome he looked like this and how sexy his athletic outfit embraced all his muscles tightening then relaxing.

    Shaking your head slightly, you chose to concentrate the hard work on your legs for the night and you climbed on your favorite device, trying to forget the thoughts flying above your mind.

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    I’m Not His, I’m Yours // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

    Prompt: Just prepare your eyes for some very dirty filth.

    Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Jealous!Dylan, Dominant!Dylan, Daddy!Dylan, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Oral (female on male), Spanking, Daddy Kink, and Swearing.

    Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

    Word Count: 4,951

    Song: Hands To Myself by Selena Gomez


    Your name: submit What is this?

    Originally posted by spidermanm

    “I’m gonna kill them.” Dylan complained over the phone and I laughed at his impatience.

    “No, you’re not, baby.” I chuckled, coaxing him the best I could. “It’s just one more day ‘till the weekend. You can survive this, I know it.”

    “I swear to God, if either one of them annoys me one more time-”

    “Then, I’ll destroy them myself.” I answered and Dylan let out a deep breath.

    “I have to go, but I don’t want to hang up on you.” My boyfriend groaned over the line. “Can we just stay on the phone for the rest of the day?”

    “No, Dylan.” I laughed and I could tell the sound alone made him feel a little more at ease. “We have to be responsible here. But, tell you what, when it’s time for your next break we can Skype call. What do you think?”

    “I think that you’re the best girlfriend a guy could ask for and I love you very much.” Dylan swooned and I could practically hear the smile in his voice.

    “I love you, too.” I responded, smiling as well. “Now go, I don’t want you getting fired.”

    “They can’t fire me, it’s the last season!” Dylan laughed wholeheartedly and I laughed along with him.

    That’s what our relationship mostly consisted of: smiling, laughing, fun, and heart eyes. Even though Dylan has been beyond stressed lately because of everything that’s happened in the course of the past two years, we never fail to make each other happy. Things have been very intense for him ever since the accident that shall not be mentioned. Shooting The Death Cure had to be pushed back to this year, Dylan had to stay home for six months and try to avoid paparazzi harassment at all times, he needed to physically train for American Assassin and completely go against his doctor’s recommendations, deal with crazy fans that literally sent him death threats when they found out he wouldn’t be in all of season 6B for Teen Wolf, and even manage to audition for future projects to top it all off. Stress has been very imminent in Dylan’s life and I always felt like it was my job to make him feel better.

    Which is why, being the amazing girlfriend I am, I wasn’t going to just Skype call him. I was going to personally go over to his work and give him a fun little surprise.

    With excitement running through my veins, I jumped up from my position on our bed together and immediately ran to the bathroom for a shower. Dylan’s next break should be in about an hour, considering he doesn’t have a lot of scenes to shoot this year, so I knew I had to get ready quick.

    Once I was out of the shower, I put on Dylan’s favorite red lingerie and took a good look in the mirror. The way the strong red color contradicted with my skin tone will definitely drive him crazy and I can already feel myself getting wet at the thought alone. I didn’t even bother putting on any pants because I knew I wouldn’t really need them and, instead, I picked up the t-shirt Dylan used to sleep from our messy med and slipped it on. Bringing the fabric up to my nose, I took a deep breath and glady breathed in his incredible smell. Sure, I see him everyday but I can’t help feeling addictive and always needed more of him.

    Putting on makeup right now just to see Dylan would be useless considering he was going to smudge it up anyway. Therefore, with a smile om my face and exhilaration running through my veins, I put on my black stillettos and grabbed my car keys to head for the Teen Wolf lot. It didn’t take too long to get there and, in a matter of fifteen minutes, I was already greeting Phil the security guard as he let me pass the barrier and enter the studio.

    The first thing I did was park my car in an area Dylan would never spot and, then, gladly entered his trailer. Since Dylan hasn’t been in the greatest mood lately, I knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to stick around on set in between scenes like he usually does. From what he told me on the phone, Cody and Sprayberry have been driving him crazy all week and he’s definitely going to want as much distance as possible. Which is where I come in and make him feel all kinds of good before returning to work for the rest of the day.

    Having patiently waited for Dylan, laid on his pull-out bed, I immediately jumped up and fixed myself to look sexier the moment the door to his trailer flew open. The look of surprise and immediate lust in Dylan’s eyes when he entered, instantly, made desire crash down on my body. I already knew that I would be putty in his hands in a matter of seconds. Without even saying anything, Dylan just slowly closed the door behind him and took off his sneakers as he licked his lips in anticipation.

    “Do you have any idea how good you look just wearing my shirt on?” Dylan questioned, his eyebrows raised in intrigue.

    “Do you have any idea how much better I’ll look once you take it off?” I teased, smirking up at him.

    My words definitely sparked something in him because Dylan instantly jumped on me, the intense sexual tension in the air an incredible influence on him. I giggled at his excitement and his lips were quickly on mine as my fingers instinctively ran through his hair. I smiled when Dylan’s tongue slid across my bottom lip, already asking for an entrance, and I didn’t think twice before opening my mouth for him. He allowed me to call the shots and would moan everytime I played with his tongue skillfully.

    When we both needed to breathe again, Dylan detached his lips from mine and gently caressed my cheeks with his soft hands. His eyes gazed into mine with such emotion and care that a blush immediately made its way on my skin. Dylan never failed to make me feel special and I adored how intimate our relationship was. I always thought that intimacy was about allowing someone to touch you, but it’s so much more. Intimacy is someone who touches you beyond just the physical contact because they find a way to your soul. Intimacy is who you text at four in the morning to share your biggest fears and dreams. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.

    “I love you.” Dylan whispered before pulling off his shirt I was wearing and placing a gentle kiss on my mouth.

    The moment he realized I had put on his favorite lingerie set, Dylan couldn’t hold back the immediate moan that fell from his pink lips. His eyes raked my entire body and I felt his cock slightly twitch against my thigh, through his red crimson pants he wore for Stiles’ character. Standing up from the the pull-out bed, Dylan began unbuckling his belt.

    Suddenly, the door to his trailer immediately flew open and the both of us froze in absolute shock. I didn’t even have the thought in me to cover myself up with something, anything, before the intruders invaded Dylan’s safe space.

    “Hey, Dyl, are you trying to hide from us?” Sprayberry immediately hollered when he and Cody were inside, both instantly stopping in their tracks once they noticed their co-worker wasn’t alone. “Oh, my God!”

    “What the hell are you guys doing here?!” Dylan shouted angrily, the veins on his neck bulging against his skin.

    Well, looks like someone’s stress is officially back.

    “W-We, uh, W-We,” Sprayberry stuttered trying to answer, but was too astonished to form an actual sentence.

    Much like Dylan did just moments ago, Cody’s eyes raked my entire body and, by the way he was biting down on his bottom lip, he definitely seemed to like what he saw. Before I could even do anything, Dylan jumped back on the bed and instinctively covered my body with his. Embarrassment and uncomfort took over my emotions as my boyfriend protected me, shielding my body from unwelcome eyes.

    “Get! Out!” Dylan yelled, his Alpha male side appearing now that someone glanced at his female without his permission. “NOW!”

    Sprayberry was the first to immediately sprint into action, forcefully pulling Cody out the door with him and literally having to tear his gaze off of my body. I let out a nervous breath I didn’t even know I was holding in the second the door sounded shut and the two actors were finally out of the trailer.

    “Damn, it’s a good thing I wasn’t naked yet, right?” I chuckled nervously, trying to make the best out of this situation. However, it was no use. Dylan was furious and no longer in the light-hearted mood like before.

    “He was totally eye-fucking you and that’s what concerns you the most?” Dylan scolded and even though he was angry, my entire body filled with desire.

    Dylan’s usually very sweet, but every now and then he goes completely dominant and it’s the sexiest fucking thing ever. The way he pulls my hair as he forcefully pounds into me or roughly spanks me just because I went against one of his many commands always had me on the edge.

    “You’re right.” I smiled innocently, looking up at him as he noticed the tension change in the room. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

    The flicker in his eyes immediately went from rage to complete and utter lust the second I let the kinky title he loves so damn much come out of my mouth. The warm and golden-brown color once in his eyes was replaced with a dark black, his pupils now dilated to the maximum. Dylan’s bulge pressed against his pants and  I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, knowing exactly what stood beneath the fabric. Although he wasn’t the only one turned on beyond comprehension as arousal pooled uncomfortably in my panties and I desperately wanted them off of me.

    Reaching my hand down to my panties to get rid of it, Dylan’s hand suddenly gripped my wrist and stopped me from moving any further.

    “Did I say you could do anything yet?” Dylan questioned.

    I gulped and slowly shook my head, his eyes focusing on my lip when I bit down on it. He let go of me without another word, but it didn’t even feel like he did because of his addictive touch still lingering on my skin. Dylan stood up and walked over to the door, locking it as he licked his lips with his eyes trailing over my body.

    “Take off your bra.” He commanded, walking back over but not sitting down.

    “What?” I asked as I watched him take off his shirt, the sight of his impressive form stunning me.

    “Ah, ah, ah, babygirl. You know the rules.” Dylan tsked, shaking his head as he unbuckled his belt like before and opened his pants. “Only speak when I give you the permission to.”

    Heat rushed throughout my entire body until it landed with full force in my core. Dylan and I had this little game whenever he was dominant and it was one of my favorite fucking things. The game was simple, but absolutely drove me crazy: Dylan would give me three chances and if I strike out every single one of them, he had no other choice than to punish me.

    “Strike one.” Dylan stated, a smirk playing on my lips with what he said next. “And I know you just heard what I demanded.”

    At the same time that I reached behind my own back to unclasp my bra, Dylan dropped his pants. His erection pressed hard against his boxers, the gray fabric slightly wet from his arousal. When both of us finished taking off our pieces of clothing, Dylan’s eyes were already glued onto my now exposed perky breasts.

    “Now your panties.”

    My boyfriend and I pulled both of our underwear off our bodies, watching the other intently. As soon as we were free of clothing and completely exposed to each other, Dylan grabbed himself in his hand and stroked his shaft slowly. The sight of Dylan pumping himself as his eyes gazed on my body turned me on in ways that I can’t even explain.

    “Touch yourself, babygirl.” He commanded, my mind melting at his husky voice.

    Following his orders, I sat up straight on the bed and spread apart by legs for him to have a full view which made him moan in response. I brought my hand down to my already soaking core and gently slid my finger through my folds, separating them. Slowly rubbing small circles against my clitoris, I couldn’t help but let out a moan. I watched as Dylan used his thumb to caress his tip and I desperately wanted it in my mouth, but I knew that I had to follow his order or else I’d be punished. However, being punished by him does sound very inviting.

    Using my other hand to pinch my nipples and tease not only myself but also Dylan, I noticed his grip tighten around his member. Dylan let out an unsatisfied groan when I took my hand away from my breast, but then immediately moaned when I used it to push a finger inside my heat. My back instantly arched and I let out a whimper at the feeling, provoking him to pick up his pace around himself.

    “You look so beautiful pleasuring yourself, princess.” Dylan grunted as I moved faster along with him.

    Of course I knew how to work myself and make my body feel good, but there’s no denying that Dylan is so much better at it. The way his long and skillfull fingers knowingly curl up inside of me in such a perfect way that not even I knew how to do or the way his sinful tongue flicks expertly against my nub has me wishing that he would just jump on top of me already. But, if there’s one thing Dylan O'Brien certainly loves being is a fucking tease.

    “Fuck, baby. Even though this feels good, nothing compares to your beautiful lips and warm mouth wrapped around my cock.” He moaned as my body craved for his touch. “Stop what your doing and come kneel in front of me.”

    An exciting idea roared to life in me when I decided to ignore Dylan’s command and willingly get my next strike. I tuned out whatever he had to say and focused on the incredible feeling of my finger pumping inside of me purely to spite him. Which definitely worked because in a matter of seconds I could hear Dylan growling and approaching me. I, suddenly, felt his hands rip mine away from my body and forcefully pull me into him, our naked bodies against each other as we stood.

    “Strike two.” He warned through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching and looking sexy as ever.

    Before I even knew it, Dylan pushed me down to kneel in front of him and harshly grabbed onto my hair with his hands. Bringing my own hands up, I held onto his thigh with one hand and wrapped around his base with the other. I smirked at Dylan as I licked my lips and gawked at the delicious sight in front of me. I gladly took Dylan’s tip inside of my mouth and he immediately moaned when I did. The first thing my tongue came into contact with was his precum and I can’t deny that I love the salty taste. As I gently sucked his head, my hand began to slowly pump his dick.

    One of the many things I love about Dylan is that he’s very responsive and isn’t ashamed in letting me know exactly what he liked. Which is why I already knew that one of his favorite things I do when I give him a blowjob is lick his prominent vein on the underside of his cock at the same time that I very lightly and very carefully graze my teeth against his topside. Dylan let out a throaty groan the second I did exactly that and it seemed to light a fire in him because he immediately took control.

    My boyfriend pushed himself fully into my mouth until he was hitting the back of my throat and I was gagging around him, only for him to pull away and do the exact same thing again. Dylan was happily fucking my mouth and, to be honest, I didn’t even mind it. The lust was so far deep in my blood that all I could focus on was how sexy he looked as he practically used me as a fuck toy and how damn good he tasted.

    I hollowed my mouth around him to create a much tighter environment for him and the filthy sounds of his shameless moans erupting from his chest made my core ache more than it already had. Due to the fast pace and my wet mouth, it didn’t take long for Dylan to reach his much needed release. I hummed when he unloaded and his hot cum shot straight down my throat, his hips bucking in response.

    Once Dylan came down from his high, I pulled him out of my mouth and he shuddered at the contact due to how sensitive he’d become. Wiping away the spit on my mouth and any cum spilling down my chin, I stood up with a smirk on my lips and Dylan immediately kissed me. His dominance faltering for the slightest second so he could show me how much he cared for me through the gentle action. However, the moment we parted, dominant Dylan was back.

    “Can you sit on the chair for me, babygirl?” He pointed to the chair under his desk he uses to study his lines as he headed over to the small closet.

    “Yes, Daddy.” I obeyed because both of us knew that even though he asked, it wasn’t actually a question.

    My eyes widened immediately when I noticed just what he grabbed from the closet and Dylan approached me with an intense grin on his lips. I wanted to desperately ask him why the hell he had that in his trailer or what he thinks he’s about to do to me with it, but I knew that that wouldn’t be the greatest idea.

    “It’s not mine.” Dylan defended himself when he obviously saw my shocked facial expression at the metal handcuffs in his hands. “It’s Stiles’, but I don’t see why we can’t have our own little fun with it. What do you think?”

    “Well, I know for a fact Stiles and Lydia have a lot of kinky sex with handcuffs.” I smirked, reaching my arms behind the back of the chair for him to lock them there. “So, I say we should also give it a shot, Daddy.”

    “That’s my girl.” Dylan smiled, placing the cold metal around my wrists to lock them behind me.

    The next thing my boyfriend did was push my legs apart so I was completely opened for him in a way that felt so dirty and exposing but I loved nonetheless. Dylan’s lips instantly wrapped around one of my breasts, already biting down on my nipple, and I whimpered when I couldn’t grip his hair with my fingers. As he teasingly worked on my breast, Dylan brought a hand up to my core and my hips instinctively bucked the second his middle finger rubbed against my sensitive nub. He started slow at first but as soon as he knew I was ready for more, Dylan picked up his middle finger’s pace and, using his other hand, he slid one of his long fingers inside of me.

    I couldn’t hold back my moan at the incredible feeling, considering my body had been craving it for the longest time now, and the first finger was immediately followed by a second. I absolutely loved how much Dylan understood my body and exactly what it needed which is why I was already getting close to my release in a matter of minutes. His skillful fingers curled inside of me and pumped with such fervor that I didn’t have any ounce of self control in me anymore. I knew I was about to reach my edge and, much to my dismay, so did Dylan.

    “Not yet, princess.” He teased and I whined when he removed his fingers from my soaking wet heat. “You only get to cum when I say so. And I want it to happen around my cock.”

    After seeing me completely opened for him and a moaning mess just because of his fingers, Dylan’s erection was already back up and ready for more action. Precum glistened on his tip and even though I did give him head only a few moments ago, I already wanted to do it all over again. What can I say? The man has a delicious dick.

    Dylan was pumping himself a little bit as he watched my chest rise and fall from my rapid breathing before grabbing my feet and hitching them up on the chair. He pulled my waist towards the edge of the seat, making me lay down since I still was locked to the back of the chair, and Dylan positioned himself in front of my entrance. Without even giving me a warning, he instantly slammed inside of me and my entire body arched at the invasive act. He waited a few seconds for me to adjust and when I sort of did, Dylan began roughly thrusting into me.

    “Fuck, babygirl, you’re always so tight.” Dylan moaned, his face snuggled into my slightly sweaty neck.

    The pleasurable feeling of his thick width stretching my tight walls as he pounded in me, quite deeply considering how the position we were in favored his ability to be completely buried inside of me, sparked the orgasm I was so close to reach that Dylan denied up to the surface again. I clenched around him once and he growled against my skin, my entire body vibrating with the sound.

    “Don’t cum yet.” He demanded and I whimpered.

    Even though I tried to hold it back, I clenched around him once more and this time Dylan immediately brought his face up to glare at me. We were so close that I could feel his breath brushing across my skin and, yet, all I could focus on was the bound knot in my stomach ready to break free any minute now. The thought of going against Dylan’s commands was both terrifying and exciting and, to be honest, I didn’t know which one attracted me more.

    “Don’t you dare.” Dylan threatened, bringing one of his hands up to forcefully pull my hair and make me look him straight in the eyes. “I’m serious. Promise Daddy you won’t cum until I allow it.”

    “I-I promise, Daddy.” I managed to say through moans. However the second his cock twitched inside of me when I said his favorite nickname, I was long gone and there was no way going back.

    My entire body shook, my toes curled against the chair and uncontrollable shouts erupted from my chest as one of the greatest orgasms I’ve ever experienced bolted through my veins. I could feel my core clenching around Dylan’s shaft at the same time that it released all of my pent-up arousal and gushed onto him. I screamed so loudly that I was certain everyone on the Teen Wolf lot heard me and I was also sure that despite not following his orders, Dylan was loving the way I was a mess. Everyone including Sprayberry and Cody knew that the person who just made this young woman scream so much in pleasure was Dylan and that it didn’t even matter how badly they might have wanted her, she was his.

    My own release triggered Dylan’s and as I was coming down from my intense high, my boyfriend was reaching his. Dylan’s cock twitched before cumming for the second time today and shooting his liquid inside of me, the incredible feeling of his hot cum running against my walls making me moan. The sound of Dylan’s own moans echoed through the trailer and I watched in awe as his face contorted in pure pleasure. He held onto the edges of the chair tightly, his muscles straining against his arms as he shook.

    “Strike three.” Dylan managed to say through his husky and breathless voice once he came down from his high.

    The sweet taste of adrenaline rushed though all of my veins and my heartbeat pounded so hard it pulsed inside of my ears the second Dylan said those two simple words. A mixture of concern and lust flooded inside of me and I didn’t quite know which one was stronger.

    Dylan slowly slid out of my body, his eyes staring into mine the entire time, and I winced at how sensitive I’ve become. Going back over to the closet, Dylan pulled out a small key and walked over to me again. He hovered over my body, his incredible smell filling my nose, and unlocked the metal cuffs on my hands. They immediately dropped to the floor with a clang and Dylan didn’t even seem to care. Putting the key down on his desk, Dylan stood up straight in front of me.

    “Let me ask you a question, princess.” He husked. “Do you think you’re a good girl?”

    “Yes, Daddy.” I answered, bringing my hands over to settle on my lap. “I do.”

    “Hmm, well, I happen to think you’re very very naughty.” Dylan murmured. “And do you know what happens to naughty girls, baby? They get spanked.”

    Before I could even put together what was about to happen, Dylan harshly grabbed me and made me stand. My boyfriend pushed me down onto the desk, my ass sticking out for him, and he stuck his leg between mine to keep them apart. He slowly began to caress one of my cheeks with the palm of his hand and goosebumps covered my entire body.

    “How many should I give you, babygirl?” Dylan teased. “Does ten sound good?”

    “N-No, that’s too much.” I stuttered.

    “Okay, then, ten it is.” He chuckled darkly and I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come. “Count for me, princess.”

    Suddenly, Dylan lifted his hand and roughly slammed it back down on my ass cheek. The intense pain immediately making my hips bucker in response. The ache and pleasure shooting through me and landed straight in the bottom of my stomach, sparking the creation of a familiar knot.

    “O-One.” I whimpered and, as soon as I finished speaking, Dylan spanked my same cheek again. “T-Two.”

    He repeatedly smacked my right cheek five times in a row, my skin aching intensely with every hit. Everytime he would slap me, the knot inside of my stomach would become tighter and tighter. I knew that by the time he finished spanking me all ten times, that knot would break and I would be orgasming for the second time in this trailer. I was already a shaking, moaning and whimpering mess in his hands and, as embarrassing as it was to be so vulnerable to someone, I couldn’t care less.

    Dylan rubbed my right cheek for a few seconds to ease the stinging pain on my skin before moving to my left and striking my ass again without any warning. My knees were wobbling and weak and if it wasn’t for his leg holding me up, I would’ve definitely fallen down my now.

    “S-Six.” I mewled, my voice only able to come out as a whisper whilst he continued his punishment on me. “Seven, Eight, Nine.”

    By the tenth strike, the extremely tight knot had snapped and spread an insane amount of pleasure inside of me. My vision blurred and went white as my orgasm dissolved in my blood and bones. My body jerked against the desk, my skin digging into the wood, and arousal immediately spilled out of me and ran down Dylan’s thigh. It didn’t matter that my ass was burning in excruciating agony, the pleasure was so much more powerful.

    Dylan held onto my hips as I finished reaching my edge and came back down to Earth. His fingers creating tender circles on my skin.

    “You okay, baby?” He asked me and I managed to bring myself back up, with his assistance of course.

    “Yes, Dylan, I am.” I turned around with a smile on my face, wrapping my arms around his neck for stability.

    “I wasn’t too harsh, was I?”

    “No, you were perfect.” I shook my head happily, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips.

    “Good.” Dylan smiled, his eyes no longer dark and now back to its gentle color. “It’s just, the way Cody looked at you drove me insane and-”

    “I know, baby.” I interrupted him before he could finish, caressing the back of his neck with my fingers. “But, I’m not his, I’m yours.”

    Dylan smiled at me with everything he had in him and I swooned at how beautiful he was. However, not just in the way he looked or in the way that he always manages to say things that makes me fall in love with him more and more everyday. But, just in the pure way that he is.


    JUNGKOOK : Does the jealous tongue when someone gets close to Jimin. 

    ME : It is a coincidence, maybe he had something between his teeths …like everytime he had something … yes ??

    JUNGKOOK & JIMIN : Showering each others with hot compliments !

    ME : Aren’t they nice to one another ! what a friendship !

    JUNGKOOK : Always tries to sit or be next to jimin.

    ME : Maybe they are just good friends. A coincidence maybe … 

    JIMIN : Gets jealous over fans touching jungkook.

    ME : It is a concept. 

    JUNGKOOK : Touching jimin’s chest for the n th time

    ME : Mmmm … mmm … AH ! Right ! He is so into working out lately he wanted to compare both their bodies. It is a guy thing u know.. 

    JIMIN : CONFIRMS ship names “Jikook” and “Minkook” 

    ME : *Sweats heavily* I think mmm They just sounded cute … to him …

    JIMIN : *Bazooka move* KISSES JUNGKOOK !



    Adorable Starters
    • “Guess what I got you!”
    • “That looks cute on you.”
    • “Sorry I worked late today. Want to do something?”
    • “I just want to run my fingers through your hair.”
    • “I’m exhausted. Want to just cuddle?”
    • “Calm down. It’s okay. No one was hurt.”
    • “It’s a beautiful day. Want to have a picnic?”
    • “Want to marathon something on Netflix?”
    • “Care to dance?”
    • “That was a nice surprise. What’s the occasion?”
    • “You are so adorable!”
    • “There’s a festival this weekend. Want to check it out?”
    • “Does this look silly?”
    • “Plenty of room under the blankets…”
    • “Let me help you with that.”
    • “Can we just stay in today?”
    • “I cleared my schedule to spend all day with you.”
    • “How did you like the flowers?”
    • “I feel like going to the beach.”

    anonymous asked:

    Hi, Saori! I see you blog a lot about Sterek and I was wondering if you read fanfiction too? If yes, can you rec me some fics to read? If not, can you recommend a blog that you think recs good fics? I find your taste in Larry fics similar to mine and I was hoping you can do the same with Sterek as well. Thank you!

    Oh boy, honestly I have no idea what to say, I’m just glad that not everybody’s fed up with my Sterek spams (probably a lot of people are but oh well) :D

    First things first, you should check out @theofficialstereklibrary @wheredidhiseyebrowsgo @underappreciatedsterek @acountrygirlsfun @christinesficrecs @eternalsterekrecs and if you like Larry too then @nottooldforthisship recces  awesome stuff all the time, (her sterek fic rec tag is a blessing) (my fic rec page is kind of a mess, but you can find some there too)

    As of my recs, I usually don’t do it cuz I’m always anxious I’ll rec something the other doesn’t like, but since you asked so nicely here are some of my faves:

    The Undisclosed (109k) - For once the pack doesn’t panic when a new hunter arrives. The gleefully sadistic man has labelled himself a collector of all things rare in the supernatural world and wants one of the rarest creatures; a werefox. Content that the pack is safe, the wolves focus on why their human member is acting so strange, ignoring the fact that Stiles only started once learning who the man wanted…

    I’ve read this like, how many times? Way too many to be healthy? Seems accurate. And I’m totally not re-reading it again, nope.

    Baking My Way Into Your Heart (179k) - Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new.

    This fic changed my life tbh.

    As Luck Would Have It (I’m already smitten) (188k, WIP) - When Stiles meets his Dom for the first time, it’s nothing like the cutesy, lovey-dovey Subflicks he used to drag Scott to when they were thirteen. There’s no burst of sunshine when they collide, no sudden swell of violins when their eyes meet; only a really big dent in the front of his Jeep and a seriously pissed off Alpha glaring at him from the sidewalk.

    When I see the e-mail I shut down and don’t even look up until I finished reading the update. It’s by far the most exciting fic I’ve read, and I read A LOT.

    Do Not Go Gentle (108k, WIP) - Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha, is thrown into a dark cell which already contains another captive.   Someone quite young.   Someone who’s clearly been badly treated.  Someone who cannot speak and who has a cruel collar around his neck.Derek is both a Dom and an Alpha.  What do you think he’ll do?

    Same with this. Mondays can’t come fast enough. Dark, but worth it for me.

    Home (160k, WIP) - January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

    You can’t even imagine what this fic does to me. It’s everything.

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    No Right - Part 1

    Pairing: Bucky x Reader

    Words: 1,495

    Warnings: Swearing, Marriage problems, Mentions of cheating, It doesn’t end fluffy guys…

    A/n: So this is a slight AU? The Avengers exist and everyone has reconciled after the Civil War event but Bucky opted to get a ‘normal’ job and live a ‘normal’ life with his wife. Does that make sense??? P.s. Idk if I wanna write a second part… Lol woops already started

    Summary: After 3 years of being married to Bucky, you feel him slipping away.

    || Part 1 || Part 2 ||

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    The Arrangement: Chapter 7

    Author’s Note: This one was fun to write!! I’m not sure if I’ll be updating over the weekend, but I will hopefully write the requests I have before they start piling up too much haha Also this gif is only like half applicable to the chapter but I thought it was cute so enjoy xx

    Feedback is always appreciated :) 


    Originally posted by hardyness

    Kylo awoke to the sound of a voice in his head. He opened his eyes wearily, taking in his surroundings and remembering where he was. His back ached slightly from the night of sleeping on the floor, but that thought quickly escaped him when he heard the voice getting louder.

    They might still be sleeping. He could hear the Queen think. I’ll just check up on them.

    Kylo sensed your mother approaching the bedroom and groggily stood up. He rubbed his eyes before glancing over to you still sleeping on the bed. A faint trace of a smile ghosted his lips as he saw how dishevelled you looked. Your mouth was hanging half open and your hair spread in all different directions. But you looked peaceful. Kylo supposed it was because you were sleeping in your own bed once more.

    He nudged you gently, but you remained still.


    You groaned, lazily swatting your hand towards him, “Go away.”

    “Wake up!” He pushed you slightly harder this time.

    “Let me sleep,” you mumbled.

    “Your mother is nearly at the door.”

    Those words sent you bolting upright and you started to get out of the bed.

    “No,” Kylo said, pushing you back down and getting into the bed himself.

    “W-what are you doing?!”

    “We’re married remember?”

    You felt Kylo’s leg briefly brush your own and you scowled, “You’re freezing!”

    He ignored you, easily putting his arm around your shoulder.

    You sighed, you had almost forgotten how seriously he was taking the marriage pretence.

    “Put your head on my shoulder,” he instructed.

    “I don’t want to.”

    He rolled his eyes as he pushed your head down on to his shoulder.

    “That hurt!”

    “You should’ve just listened to me then,” he hummed.

    “Y/N? Sweetheart, are you awake?” You instantly recognised your Mother’s voice as she knocked swiftly.

    Kylo straightened himself up slightly before extending his hand out slightly towards the door.

    “Oh my,” your mother laughed in surprise as the door opened. She grinned as she looked up to the bed, “Good morning.”

    “Morning,” you smiled.

    You saw your mother glance down to the woollen blanket on the rug and she gave you both a suggestive smile, “I hope you two had a good night’s rest.”

    “We did, thank you, Your Majesty,” Kylo responded before you could.

    “Well I just wanted to see if you were both awake,” your mother clasped her hands together, “I’ll leave you to get ready.”

    “We’ll be out soon, Your Majesty,” Kylo told her.

    “Take your time,” she said happily before leaving.

    You had almost forgotten that your head was still on Kylo’s shoulder when he cleared his throat, removing his arm from around you.

    “Aren’t you going to get out?” You smirked, knowing that he too had become comfortable.

    “Oh, right,” he mumbled, standing up.

    You let out a yawn before nuzzling back under the blanket.

    “Don’t get too comfortable, Princess,” Kylo said, “Hux and I have formal matters to discuss with the King, but we are still training this afternoon.”

    You frowned, “Can’t I just have one day off? I thought this was a holiday.”

    “We don’t have time for holidays,” Kylo snapped at you, “This was merely a…change of scenery.”

    “Why did we come back to my home planet then?”

    “Will you ever run out of questions for me?” Kylo asked as he put his helmet on.

    “Maybe… but where’s the fun in that?” You grinned, using his own words against him.

    “You seem very happy, Y/N,” your mother told you.

    “Really?” You were walking arm in arm through the palace garden.

    “Truly,” she smiled, “The Commander is clearly treating you well.”

    “Hmm, clearly,” you muttered as you approached the courtyard.

    Kylo was already there, showing your brother and the King his lightsaber.

    Hux was there too, but unsurprisingly, his attention was on his datapad.

    “Y/N, do you have one of these yet?” Your brother asked when he noticed you had arrived.

    “Kylo doesn’t let me anywhere near his, so that’s a definite no,” you said, stepping onto the concrete.

    “The Commander has kindly offered us to watch you train this afternoon.”

    “What? Why?”

    Hux snapped his head up to give you a glare, as if to warn you not to protest.

    No one but Kylo had seen you train before. You didn’t know how to feel about having an audience.

    Kylo retracted his lightsaber and handed you your training stick. You snatched it from him hastily.

    “The Princess can have quite the temper when she wants to,” Kylo told your family. Though he had his helmet on, it was as if you could hear the smirk in his voice.

    “We know,” your brother chuckled.

    “Ready?” Kylo asked.

    You nodded.

    Do as I tell you.”

    It was the first time you had heard Kylo’s voice in your head—at least the first time he had actually consented to it. You looked up at him as if to acknowledge what he had said.

    You were pacing carefully in a circular motion, waiting for Kylo to make the first move.


    You did so just before Kylo swung at you. Your family cheered at your success and you smiled to yourself.

    Your move, Princess.”

    You were thought carefully about where you would strike him.


    Kylo’s voice was cut short as you swung for his shoulder, the weapon hitting his skin.


    You furrowed your brows. Why was he making you look good in front of your family? Hux would have surely suggested it.


    Shut up,” you responded this time, easily forcing him out of your mind. You wanted to earn this victory yourself.

    You struck once more, the weapon only narrowly missing Kylo’s thigh. You could tell his demeanour towards you had changed.

    As he started to move towards you, you panicked and extended your arm out towards him. In a flurry of movements, it was as if Kylo tripped on thin air and he plummeted to the ground.

    Hux let out a laugh as your family clapped for you once more.

    “Thank you, thank you,” you beamed, bowing dramatically for your audience. You didn’t realise how much you had needed their approval until now.

    You turned to face Kylo, holding out your hand to help him up. He ignored it, and quickly rose to his feet.

    You had two more sparring rounds after that, with Kylo being defeated both times by you. He watched as you improved the more your family cheered you on. He realised in that moment that he had made the right decision in bringing you here.

    “Well then boys, if you don’t mind, my mother and I were having a lovely walk through the gardens before this,” you said pointedly. As the others began filtering out, Kylo stayed behind.

    “Can I have a word in private?” He asked, with an uncharacteristic politeness. Your mother understood and she quickly exited the courtyard also.

    You turned around to give him a puzzled look, “Is something wrong?”

    “You did well.”

    “That’s because you were helping me.”

    He shook his head, “It was all you, Princess.”

    “Well, I suppose it was mostly me,” you said bashfully.

    “You needed this. Your family’s support, I mean.”

    You nodded, “I think you’re right.”

    “Y/N, I think that,” Kylo let out a sigh before continuing, “I think you should stay here.”

    “W-Why… What—” you were struggling to find the right words. Where was this coming from?

    “I can see that you’re happier here. It is your home after all.”

    “The First Order is my home now.”

    “Not like this,” he said, gesturing to the surroundings, “You still need your family.”

    “I need you too,” you heard the words escape your mouth, “To train me, obviously,” you added hastily.

    “I have taught you enough. You’re naturally skilled, you will learn to harness your power over time.”

    “But the arrangement between us, the Supreme Leader will—”

    “The Supreme Leader will find someone else to become my apprentice, and this marriage can be easily dissolved. You didn’t ask to be a part of this war.”

    “No. I chose to be,” you whispered.

    “But you are unhappy on Starkiller Base.”


    “Don’t try to deny it, I’m not a fool.”

    “Well I can’t stay here, Kylo. I won’t.”

    Why not?” He was slightly agitated. He was still surprised at himself for even offering you to stay, but he couldn’t believe that you were refusing to.

    “Because I am your apprentice and your wife before I am this planet’s princess. At least now, anyway.”

    “That doesn’t mean you have to return with me and the General tomorrow.”

    “Yes,” you stepped closer to him, “It does.”

    Kylo couldn’t help but feel relieved at your words, albeit slightly confused.

    “Your offer means more to me than you will ever know,” your voice was low now and tears had started to form in your eyes at the thought of what you were choosing to give up, “But I made a commitment to you, and you to me. I want you to continue with my training. On Starkiller Base.”

    Kylo nodded, “As you wish, Princess.”

    By the time you and your mother had returned from your work that evening, it was already quite late. She escorted you straight to your bedroom, both of you exhausted.

    As you opened the door, you saw Kylo lying on the bed. You knew he wasn’t really asleep. He must have sensed you both from down the hallway.

    “I’ll let you get to sleep,” your mother whispered.

    You nodded, kissing her cheek as you went into the bathroom to change. You heard muffled voices from the other side and you heard that your mother and Kylo had started talking. If this trip had taught you anything, it was that Kylo Ren was a massive suck-up.

    You managed to hear the end of the conversation in the bedroom as you re-entered it, “Promise me you’ll watch over my daughter, Commander.”

    “You have my word, Your Majesty.”

    Your mother looked up at you as you approached them. She waited expectantly and you realised she wasn’t going to leave until you got into the bed too. You lifted the blanket slightly and lied down hesitantly.

    A smile plastered on her face, your mother quickly left the room. As soon as the door closed, you sat up.

    “What are you doing?”

    “You slept on the floor last night, I suppose it’s only fair if I do it tonight.”


    “Kylo, we went over this already, I’m not going to stay behind—”

    “No, Princess,” he let out a small chuckle as he pulled you back down to the bed, “I meant stay here, beside me.”

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    When Adrien Was There- Adrinette Month Day Nineteen

    Marinette leans back, looking out the window on the train. Her parents wave, and she gives a halfhearted wave back, as they fade out of sight. She sighs, looking down at her sketchbook. The doctors said spending the spring outside of Paris would help her to heal from her recent asthma attack, but she’s not buying it. Her parents were getting sick of her. That’s why they’re sending her away, to live with an Uncle she barely knows for three whole months.

    She flips through her sketchbook, and fights the tears. Everything started falling apart after she heard that conversation.

    “She’s never where she’s supposed to be!”

    “I know, but Tom, she’s our daughter-”

    “No daughter of mine gets a D in science!”

    She couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d disappointed her parents… and then a failed quiz triggered the panic attack, leading to the asthma attack. And now, she’s being sent away.

    It isn’t fair.

    Cheng-Shifu picks her up at the station. They don’t speak as she gets in his car, and looks out at the town, through the window. It’s so small, and ugly, and nothing like the bright lights and tall skyscrapers of Paris. She feels homesick already…

    The house is nice enough, though. Well, it seems nice enough. He smiles,taking her to a room. “This is yours,” he says, in slightly awkward, but clear, French. “I hope you enjoy your time here.”

    “Thank you,” she offers a small smile of her own. “It’s nice. Thanks for letting me stay here.”

    He nods, and leaves her to herself. Marinette looks out the window, heading to the balcony, and sighs, leaning against the window. The air here is supposed to be much cleaner, but it doesn’t taste any better than the air at home…

    A light flashes.

    Her eye is drawn to a lake… and across the lake, a mansion…

    It’s pretty. And interesting… she runs down, and taps Cheng-Shifu on the shoulder. “Um, what’s with the mansion? I thought this was a fishing town?”

    He laughs. “The Agreste Mansion is from many years ago. It is empty.” His face suddenly becomes far more serious. “You do not go there, Marinette.”

    “Why not?”

    “Dangerous,” he says firmly. “The floors could give out. It has happened before.”

    She sighs. “Can I just go look, if I promise not to go inside?”

    He thinks for a moment. “Come back before the tide locks you there. Do not go inside.”

    She smiles, and heads out, as the sun sets. Something about that mansion just… draws her to it. She wants to see what’s going on there.

    The lake- well, marsh, really- is easy to wade through, on her way. It’s strange… as the sun sets, and the sky is painted pink and gold, the lights in the manor seem to flicker on. Didn’t her uncle say the house was empty? Not just empty, but dangerous for anyone to be in?

    And yet… there! In the window! A teenage boy, looking out the window! He presses a hand to the window, and looks down… their eyes meet, and she gasps. His eyes are wide, and bright, and full of emotions. His blond curls frame his face, seeming to blow gently, although he’s inside…

    He’s lovely.

    She waves, and he gives a sad smile, shaking his head. He retreats from the window, and the lights on the house flicker off. It’s almost as if they were never on in the first place…

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    i see you fanfic writers...

    😞so, i’ve noticed a trend among many writers lately that does not sit too well with me, so i would like to take a quick second to acknowledge their frustration.

    see, i follow many talented writers after stumbling upon fics that i end up falling in love 😍 with bcuz of how it made me feel or how my fave character (im trash for Bucky😏) was portrayed or even bcuz i want to binge read every piece of work made available on these author’s masterlists. even after ppl complain, constantly ask for the next update, ask for re-writes (😐seriously?!) & other self-centered behavior, these artists continue to be gracious writers😌.

    however, i haven’t been a very good job as a reader as i was before😔. prior to this semester, i was honored to be a beta reader for some of you as a way of showing my support but since classes started, it’s been hectic! sometimes when school/hw/kids/time allows, I’ll read a fic until the next distraction comes up & keeps me from giving feedback or commenting at that moment or when i miraculously DO get a breather😥.

    so what does that mean? it means that the author doesn’t know how they wrote a scene so vividly that i swear i was there or how i cried😭, laughed😂, loved😍, felt & experienced in a particular chapter or even how i learned about things i never knew were “things"😲!

    for this, i wanted to acknowledge your passion💗& creativity🤔💭 to write a fic, imagine, drabble, etc.

    i want to acknowledge the time⏳ you spend writing on laptops💻, tablets & even *gulp* cell phones📱😨 instead of sleeping/relaxing 😴, doing homework📚✏, hanging out w/friends, family, kiddos or bae💋.

    i want to acknowledge your gifts 🎁 in forms of writing that you don’t even have to write or share at all but am grateful that you do😊 & all for 🆓💸!!!

    so, I’m gonna give my all to be a better reader 💯 bcuz really…what is it that’s being asked for in return😕?
    ▪FEEDBACK (w/o being ungrateful or critical)
    ▪ACKNOWLEDGEMENT (of your time & efforts)

    that’s all.

    if i have the time to read a fic, i should have the time to do my part by supporting you & your work whether by a “this was awesome!” or “i loved this ending/chapter/_____”, a gif, emoji 👍/😂/😭/💜, or if given time, a lil feedback with some details but WITHOUT SPOILERS (c'mon ppl, stop doing that😐). bcuz i really do appreciate you writers as well as your talent. i know i couldn’t do what you do…i can barely get thru writing dissertations without pulling all my hair out😠😭!

    ok im gonna wrap this up but one last thing before i shut up🤐…i apologize to the incredible authors i personally follow. i 💜 you guys & all that has been given to me with your work: @bxckyfxcknbxrnes @caplanbuckybarnes @sebbytrash @a-tale-of-two-comics @opagued @emilyevanston @thatawkwardtinyperson @annadier @angryschnauzer @maddydallas1 @lancefuckrr @imaginesebastian @winterwolf57 @plumfondler @ghostofasoldier @asseret-sarim @punkpeqqy @softcorehippos @buckyskorpion @just-some-drabbles @hellomissmabel @ourpeachskies @marvelous-fvcks @therealjamesbarnes @imhereforbvcky @lenavonschweetz @redgillan @marvel-ash @austinamelio @beccaanne814-blog @hymnofthevalkyries @abovethesmokestacks @mellifluous-melodramas @volklana @writingbarnes @bovaria @marvel-lucy @writingismyhappytime @buckysbackpackbuckle @avengerofyourheart @sexiyarnlover @avengersandchill @buckyssinbin @avasparks @carabarnes13 @theycallmebucky @buckyywiththegoodhair @wakandasoldier @capsbuchanan @knittingknerdy @daisykane535 @sebbys-girl @bionic-buckyb @mangosoldier @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @just-call-me-mrs-captain @fvckingavengers @no-love-for-the-sick @smuttypariah @ylove-bandimagines @whotheeffisbucky @chrisevans-imagines @catwomvn @whitetigrrrr  @sketchbookthingz @harleyqueen7 @whatsbetterthanfantasy @mrs-squirrel-chester @totheendofthelinepal  @cumonbucky & all other writers that i follow but may have not mentioned (tumblr not showing everyone i follow for some reason but I 💜 you too!

    anonymous asked:

    I'm dead. I came into work to pick up some stuff and I was talking to a coworker, and she said that she hated having to work late on Sunday's cause the buses don't run after 7 and she had to call a cab. I told her that I'd be more than happy to give her a ride so she wouldn't need the cab and she said yes. when I picked her up she had food and said "I felt bad for not giving you something so I bought you a burger and fries" and I wanted to cry like thank you so much!!!!!!!

    You’re a saint for giving her a ride. I have a coworker who does the same for me since I can’t drive due to having epilepsy. Her birthday is tomorrow and I handmade her a gift. <3 Great coworkers like you make work less like work. Hope you enjoyed the food! You deserve it. :) -Abby

    Himchan - Day In The Office

    For the first time in a long time, I present to you a scenario! I hope you all enjoy this since it was a bit challenging to get back into writing this way. Request was for a smutty Teacher!Himchan with a student. That said, I made you a college student so it’s legal.

    Please enjoy and thank you for the continued support after all this time.

    -Admin Em

    Rated M for smut and a few swear words

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    Tony Post Civil War

    I’ve now typed out 6 different titles for this, and I still can’t think of one that properly explains what I’m going for, but this is going to be a rec list of all the fics where Tony realizes how toxic his relationship with the Avengers was. Where somebody else starts protecting him from them. 

    Note- these will feature Steve Rogers as Self righteous asshole extraordinaire.

    Side Note- I love comic book Steve Rogers, but MCU Steve Rogers pisses me off


    Wake up Call

    Steve gets a phone call and it’s not Tony on the other end of the line.

    It’s Laura Barton. 

    Tangled Up in You

    Sometimes when you meet your soulmate, it’s just not the right time.

    In the aftermath of everything, T'Challa sets about proving that he really does want Tony.

    The Protectors

    On a sunny, warm day in late August, Sharon Carter stormed out onto the balcony where Steve, Clint and Sam were having a late morning breakfast, drew her pistol and fired.


    After The End

    This is a series 

    Steve knows it’s only a matter of time before the rest of the world sees it the way he does. Bucky seems to be having a bit of an identity crisis, but Steve doesn’t mind; he’s with Buck ‘til the end of the line, so he can weather this minor storm. And sure, Tony won’t let him into the workshop or even really talk to him anymore, but that can’t last forever either - soon he’ll be able to admit that Steve was right, and things will be like they were before.

    … but is it too much to ask that it happens soon?

    In the Aftermath

    Plot bunny, not that shippy. 

    Bucky finally gets the full story behind the events of Civil War. Tony overhears.


    Protect You Protect Me

    A scream threatened to tear through Pepper’s throat, but, as Pepper always did, she calmly, sternly, buried it and smiled politely.

    She felt anything but polite.


    Exasperation is thy name

    Just a little one shot I wrote about what could have happened if a different group broke the inmates out of the Raft prison, taking them and Rogers and Barnes along for the ride. Darcy and co teach the group about Tony was actually doing and aren’t that impressed with what happened

    Words That Come and Go

    Post-Captain America: Civil War, because that movie destroyed me and I need to express my rage for a particular group of moronic people (namely a blond super soldier who thinks he has all the right answers and can never be wrong).  Sharon & Tony 

    Carter Cousin Chronicals

    It’s hard keeping family and keeping safe when your family is in the spy business.

    It means that when trouble hits, it hits hard. But it also means that when trouble hits, you have a hoard of secret badasses that have your back.

    The Tony Stark Squad (WIP)

    Because Tony does have loyal friends, and they are not happy with the Avengers.

    My Name Was not Friend

    “I told you amendments were more than possible, and, and I delivered! I told you Bucky would be transferred to an American psych ward for therapy, to get help! I offered to legalize everything you did to get Bucky, both you and Sam!” Sam takes a step back, a gruff noise escaping his throat. Steve won’t look at him, he can’t rip his gaze away from Tony.

    Thank God for Peter Parker

    this is a series in which Peter Parker wants to kick Steve Rogers ass for being a dick to Tony, but also he just wants to celebrate Christmas. 

    You can’t attract what you WANT if you don’t believe it can be yours

    a very simple yet complex Universal “law” so to speak.

    Think about it, we ARE consciousness, the Universe, creation, God energy or whatever you resonate with calling it. And as we know, it is our vibratory frequency that creates our reality. It’s the energy we exude that is reflected back to us in our reality, this is the energy that creates the world we see. And it IS easily changed!
    This is just an example to get you thinking about being a creator of your reality:
    Think about when you wake up and stub your toe, drop your toothbrush and hit traffic on your way to work making you late. Odds are this cycle started when you stubbed your toe and instead of thinking “Ha, okay that hurt but it’s over now”, maybe you thought. “Damn, that hurt, why is my life so awful?” or “OW! This is the day I am going to have? Great?…” or “Why does this always happen to me?” or something along that negative way of thinking. And that’s okay, you can think whatever you want, but just remember this does set off a domino reaction. You thought things weren’t working for you, so they continued not to, and you continued to think that. Even though it isn’t even a little bit true (you deserve good things). You inadvertently created a negative cycle, which again is perfectly okay, there is nothing wrong with this. We are human and we have to learn these lessons!
    Of course we go through life with certain beliefs that have been molded, and changed, and evolved as we learn lessons and grow as humans. But sometimes it’s these underlying beliefs that hold us back from getting what we really want.
    NEWSFLASH! You can have absolutely ANYTHING you want in life, the perfect relationship, the beautiful car, the great job, the nice house (if you choose these things and they resonate with you). The only thing that could possibly stop you is your mind. That is it!  
    So sometimes you need to look at what you believe and shift it or change it completely in order to get into a better receiving state for what you want. Do you believe that you are worthy of everything you want? Do you believe that you are one with creation, and the Universe, and that you could have something appear just because you simply desire it? Do you believe you are worthy of being happy? or loved? or wealthy? Or do you believe that you are always “just making it by” or  that “love isn’t something you can have”? 
    Get to these beliefs, and change the ones that make you feel bad. The only reason they make you feel bad is because your higher self, the Universe, and any other high vibratory frequencies know that they are 100% UNTRUE. 
    While it takes time to change some beliefs because you have had them for a very long time and it’s sort of “natural” for you to think of them, you CAN change them. And the SECOND you do everything around you will change. I know firsthand, I have seen these things happen! 
    Ask for what you want always, and KNOW that you CAN have it, and more importantly that you ARE worthy of it.
    Change your beliefs, change your thoughts, change your life! Take back your power!

    carbonjen  asked:

    13. “I made the mistake of thinking ‘This can’t get weirder.’ Sorry.”

    This took me forever to get to, because it took me forever to figure out what exactly I wanted to do with this prompt. 
    When I finally came up with an idea, it ran away with me. I had a lot of fun writing this! Thank you for sending the prompt in, and I hope you like it!

    Prompt is from this list.


    Landing in an alternate dimension was the last thing Jason wanted out of his Friday night.

    He supposed it could be worse. Bizarro could have come tumbling through the portal along with him. Navigating a completely different timeline with his new friend by his side would surely make things a lot more difficult.

    On another brighter note, Jason had also thankfully landed in Gotham. This version of the city wasn’t too far off from the one he’d grown up in either.

    Unfortunately, his ride here was sure to have shown up somewhere on the Bat’s radar. An alternate Bruce was the last person Jason wanted to run into. Who knows what kind of relationship his alternate-self had with the man, and how that relationship effected his willingness to help him. Did he even have an alternate-self?

    The question was answered only moments later, when a figure dropped down in front of Jason, cutting him off.

    Jason stared at who was most likely his doppelgänger. The red helmet, a few shades darker than his own, stood in the way of him being certain.

    The Red Hood grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket, and slammed his back into the brick wall of the nearest building.

    “Who the hell do you think you are?” he growled, pressed so threateningly close, their helmets nearly touched. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”

    “I promise you that it’s not,” Jason replied, fighting off every instinct inside of him to not fight back. God this was so fucking weird.

    “Then what’s with the get-up, imposter?” Hood demanded, pulling him forward, only to slam him back against the wall.

    Jason sucked in a deep breath, before taking a chance, and praying he was right.

    “I’m you, asshole. And if you’d let go of me, I could prove it to you,” he gritted out.

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    Accidents Happen Part 2 - Rewritten!!

    Title: Accidents Happen Part 2

    Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

    Word Count: 2,065

    Warning: Douchy Josh, swearing, mention of anxiety and panic attacks

    A/N: Hiii frens, I’ve been so unhappy with part two and some of part three, I’ve decided to somewhat rewrite them. This chapter is part two and three rewritten and put together, I personally am a lit happier with how it is now and part three will be up soon! 


    Eight days. Eight whole days since you told Josh you were pregnant and you haven’t heard a single thing from him. You’ve been waiting for Josh to call you back so you can figure out how this whole situation will work out. 

    Does Josh want to be in the baby’s life? What if he doesn’t want to be? Will he help support you financially? Will he just tell you to get lost and never hear from him again? These were just a handful of the questions that kept you up at night.

    You decide eight days is enough, you need your questions answered. 

    To Josh: Hey, you said you’d call, but I still haven’t heard anything, I’d appreciate it if you called me - y/n 

    A few hours later you finally got a reply, better late than never right?

    From Josh: I’ve been busy. I do have a job. 

    From Josh: How can I trust you, you’re just some random bar slut. 

    The anger boils up from inside your body, how dare he, who does he think he is, some type of gift from god? It takes everything inside of you to stop yourself from calling him and screaming down the phone.

    To Josh: Can we please just talk?

    You wrote out the message and deleted it, you can’t help but let the anger take over. 

    To Josh: Who the fuck do you think you are Josh?! News flash you’re nothing special, you’re just some guy in a band, what gives you the right to call me a slut? Maybe I don’t want you around OUR child

    From Josh: There isn’t an ‘our’ child, you’re lying or delusional, would you just leave me alone, I’ve got a show tonight and I don’t want you ruining it

    To Josh: I couldn’t care less about what you’re doing Josh, man up and accept the fact that we’re having a child

    From Josh: Until I see stone cold proof, this ‘child’ is nothing but a pack of lies.

    To Josh: I can come to you now and take a test if you insist on it

    You waited over an hour for a reply. Josh sent you the address of the venue and said he’d meet you outside.

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    Late Nights - Archie Andrews Fluff

    REQUESTED: No, but I feel as though I’ve been writing loads for Jughead and not enough for Archie, so this is to make up for it!

    WARNINGS: Nah, just fluffy and cute

    SUMMARY: Archie helps you with learning key terms, and you end up falling asleep at his.

    NOTES: Writing this with a raging headache…let’s see how it goes. Enjoy!

    Originally posted by riverdalegifsdaily

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    I don’t remember when we became like this. We were always holding hands and hugging , but now we are sitting next to one another, while the emotional distance between us grows.

    We talk everyday, mimicking our old patterns denying that anything is changing. Our conversations showing a lack of interest. Our time together seeming forced. Our time spent apart becoming enjoyable.

    I’m overly emotional, while you’re emotionally distant, how could I ever think we would work. You lock parts of yourself away, pushing me farther and farther from you. Causing me pain in a way I didn’t know you could cause. We avoid our problems hoping they disappear, while actually making them worse.

    They say if you want something bad enough there are no excuses, because you do whatever you need to do to make it work. But you are always making excuses. Does that mean that you don’t want us anymore?