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That Goddamn Stealth Suit

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve takes out his frustrations on you after the events on the Lemurian Star…In Fury’s office…still wearing the Stealth Suit…

A/N: I have no excuse. 

(also will someone please teach me how to title things? i’m sick of my shitty titles)

Warnings: It’s just smut. PWP.  no plot. filth.unprotected sex, stealth suit porn..language..captain kink..sorta

Words: 1875

tags: @yourtropegirl @jimtkirkisabitch @daybreak96 @feelmyroarrrr @sistasarah-sallysaidso @itsanerdlife

If you were honest, it was all your fault.  You had made a comment to Steve just before he’d left for the mission on the Lemurian Star about the stealth suit.  Something about the deep blue of it and how it sat just right across his broad shoulders.  He’d laughed it off at the time, but you’d seen the look in his eye.  And to be fair, you were the one that suggested a way to relieve some stress and get back at Fury at the same time.  Which is how you wound up here, pinned against the inside of Fury’s office door, legs wrapped around Steve’s trim waist and hands in his perfect hair.  

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Little Tease

Originally posted by banshy

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^ (holy fuck I could watch this gif forever)

Warnings: Daddy kink, rough sex, choking, name calling, dirty talking (a.k.a I am in heaven)

Rating: Explicit

A/N: Got this from an anon: “Daddy!Kink for Bruce? He’s trying to work and reader is prancing around in lingerie, teasing him to no end.” I have always found Bruce just daddy af, so this is my jam.

Just because Bruce Wayne, your fiance of two years, was Batman didn’t mean he couldn’t pay attention to you. You were not needy most of the time, but it has almost been two weeks since you and Bruce have had sex and you were going crazy. Yeah, Black Mask was trying to bring in huge shipments of cocaine from Mexico and Bruce was trying to track it, but that didn’t mean he should stop having sex with you.

“Bruce?” You asked, walking down the cold steps to the Batcave, only wearing a baggy sweatshirt and tiny panties. Now these weren’t just regular old panties, these were the ones that, along with the matching red lacy bra, were Bruce’s favorite. There was just a grunt of response. Working, of course. You walked down the steps and up to the computer. Bruce was still in his suit, his black hair messy, he must have just gotten in. He seemed to be reading something but you weren’t interested. “Bruce,” you whined, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You missed dinner.”

“When don’t I miss dinner?” He had a fair point. You started to try and rub his neck but the metal was getting in your way.

“Bruce take off the suit so I can rub your neck.” He didn’t even respond, just narrowed his eyes, focusing on what he was reading. “Babe,” you whined, sitting down in his lap and grabbing his face, trying in vain to get him to look at you. He didn’t. “Bruce I’m pregnant.”

“No you’re not, you haven’t missed a single period since you started your new birth control method.” You sighed, your hands falling.

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  1. Shower before class. Have a 9 a.m. class? Hop out of bed in the morning and head straight for the shower. It’ll wake you right up! Plus, your classmates will probably thank you.
  2. Bring a water bottle, and drink plenty of H2O. Staying hydrated is a key factor in staying awake. Try putting ice in your water bottle; the     cold water will keep you lively and alert.
  3. Go to the bathroom. Walk off the sleepiness by taking a trip to the bathroom. The process of walking will get the blood circulating again. And don’t forget to take a stretch break while you’re in the hallway.
  4. Bring eye drops. It’s hard to stay wide-eyed and awake when your eyes are dry and irritated from the lack of sleep. When they’re feeling dry, splash a couple drops in them. You’ll feel more refreshed and your eyes will be grateful.
  5. Sit in the front row, or at least in the middle! The closer you are to the professor, the less likely you are to fall asleep due to volume. Not to mention the fear of getting caught dozing off will keep you wide awake!
  6. Take note. If you are daydreaming, eventually that will turn into real dreaming when you fall asleep. It might be hard when you are so tired, but taking notes during class can help keep you awake. It will keep you focused on the class material and less focused on how tired you are.
  7. Pressure points: Two of the best, and conveniently subtle, pressure points to keep you up are your earlobes and wrists.
        For your ear, while it may look like you’re just learning your cheek on your wrist, rub the area right above your lobe (or where a traditional ear piercing would be) between your thumb and index finger. Not only is it a fine motor movement to keep you active, but also invites blood to rush up towards your ear, and therefore, to your head.
        Or putting the inside of your wrists against something cold: the metal bar of your desk, the desktop, your laptop. The pressure point here will keep you awake!
  8. Small, repetitive movements: Foot tapping and chewing gum, just like rubbing the pressure point in your ear, “wakes up” those muscles, returning blood to those areas and reinvigorating your blood circulation.
  9. Hold your breath for a few moments. Every time you feel like you are falling asleep, hold your breath to a count of 100. You will become restless and more wakeful while you hold your breath. When you start breathing again, you’ll feel relieved and awake.
  10. Tap your feet and drum your fingers. Even these slight movements will help get your circulation moving and keep you  from falling asleep.
  11. Avoid consuming too much sugar. Sugar will give you a short     energy boost followed by a prolonged descent into sleepiness. Try a     healthy energy boosting snack instead, for example, carrots. Carrots are a  good energy booster, they’re healthy and won’t drain you of energy.
  12. Snap a hair tie. Okay, this is a weird method but I swear it works for me. Seeing as I always have a hair tie on my wrist, anytime I feel myself falling asleep, I just snap the hair tie against my wrist to keep me awake. It doesn’t really hurt, but it is enough to keep you alert. Next time you feel like snoozing, just try it to see if it works for you.
Play With Fire

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: OFC x Thomas


Word Count: 11,023 

A/N: So this is my first Thomas fic and it’s really fucking long lol. This takes place in The Scorch and none of it is canon, I just thought it would make for a good story. I could have split it but I said fuck it and just left it as one long story. So I hope y’all enjoy it because it took me a while to get this done. Also, instead of Googling names for different explosive devices, because I’m paranoid lol, I just made up a name so that would be the name in Bold.  

Names. They give everyone their identity. Your name is part of who you are. I don’t have a name. Not one that I remember anyway. I was known as Subject 2184, according to WICKED. I have no memory of who I was before they got their hands on me. I spent most of my life locked in the facility.

Until he showed up.

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Ilvermorny House Aesthetic
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Wampus:</b> loud, clear voices; speaking up without fear; clenched jaws; sloppy handwriting; a commanding presence; the first inhale after coming up for air while swimming; strong noses that flare when angered; staying up until 3am laughing with friends; messy buns; strength training; bitten lips; cinnamon; fishnets; muscles shifting under a lover's fingertips; powerful thighs; neon and bright colors; chiles rellenos; that moment right before the free fall on a rollercoaster; scratch marks; the sound of a knife sharpening; fruit infused water; tongues burnt on midday coffee; kisses from big dogs; hair ties breaking; unsettled dust; linking arms; backless dresses; very hot baths; rock climbing; mosh pits; Doc Martens; smudged lipstick; spicy curry; tunnel graffiti; charcoal-stained fingertips; baring teeth; caffeine addiction; wrinkled noses; gasping between passionate kisses; sharp cut creases; holographic knives; 1967 Chevy Impala; heterochromia; the snap of leather; the scent of an extinguished match; hickeys; ripped leggings; inner ear headphones; screaming at the top of your lungs; twists; the sizzle of steak hitting the grill; strobe lights; the anticipation of a bassdrop; new age tattoos; dermal anchors.<p/><b>Thunderbird:</b> tilting faces toward the sun; mountains in the distance; bright smiles; weathered and worn books; hammocks; darjeeling tea; the look of awe and wonder; smirking; wavy hair; paper airplanes; muted nail color; sunkissed highlights; aster flowers and wildflowers; recycling; legs aching from standing and/or moving too long; trailing hands over tree trunks; wide, open spaces; stargazing; hipster fashion without hipster elitism; whistling along to the music in your head; lightning bugs landing on hands; music festivals; Sailor Moon; choker necklaces; abandoned railroad tracks; making custom playlists for friends; lifted pinkies when drinking; crochet braids; space buns; dresses with pockets; morning fog; being unafraid of, or even thrilled about, getting lost; high cheekbones; petrichor; feeling breathless contemplating existence; a light sheen of sweat; septum piercings; blushing from ears to chest; schadenfreude; OTEs; power lines; burnt marshmallows; accidentally dropping food on shirts; horizontal bamboo blinds; tripping over words around attractive people; vintage suitcases; reading field journals; Long Island iced tea; maypoles; handmade flower crowns; serendipity; elote; Volkswagen vans; bathhouses; windblown hair; pastel hair; homemade granola; picking up bits and pieces of language while traveling.<p/><b>Pukwudgie:</b> herbal tea; warm, fond smiles; dimples; brown eyes; being underestimated; thick blankets; humming along to music playing in the background; journaling; macadamia nuts; the sound of cicadas; tracing hands over tall grass; tight hugs; peaches; tiny, dainty tattoos; naturally long eyelashes; muddy hemlines; elderberry wine; holding hands; jumping as high as possible on a trampoline; rain pattering on a window; succulents; crystals; terrariums; bangles; flannel shirts; tear tracks; powder-lined cat eyes; finding an onion ring in your fries; balloons; throwing autumn leaves in the air; honey bees; stickers; apple cider; crickets chirping; damp cotton; Ford Farlaines; hide and seek; an unnoticed stumble; sunlight reflected on lake water; Eskimo kisses; ice cream melting over fingers; the twitching of squirrels' tails; raw spider silk; headwraps over natural hair; tapping toes to the beat; "Christian cussing" around children; competitive sand castle building; fiercely protecting others' autonomy; bunny teeth; dulce de leche; harmonizing; grass stains; gardening; gel pens; absolutely losing it to memes; angel bite piercings; naturally pink cheeks; the countdown before taking the plunge; freshly clipped nails; rushing to aide someone having a panic attack.<p/><b>Horned Serpent:</b> narrowed eyes and pursed lips; box braids; stacks of nonfiction books; satire; forehead kisses; hands gently caressing cheeks; helvetica; a collection of partially filled notebooks; a face softening in realization; diffused light; bitten nails; eavesdropping; Earl Grey tea; fencing; the sound of the A/C kicking on; A-line dresses; freshly shaved legs against cool, clean sheets; glass ceilings; minimalist tattoos; sketchbooks; cursing when spilling coffee over your notes; plum lipstick; thick-rimmed glasses; vindication; neutral tones; smudged makeup from rubbing eyes during an all-nighter; button-up shirts; aching fingers and wrists; taking a break from a project only to realize hours have passed; Cadillac Broughams; julienne cut vegetables; fish tacos; ankle socks; being 10 minutes early; origami; spiral staircases; soft smiles watching children learn; flyaway hairs; finger-walking on metal desks; mint ice cream; having a 10 or more kill streak; pressed flowers; silhouettes; the crunch of biting into an apple; limericks; sake; Frank Sinatra; lighthearted debates that turn into yelling matches; sphinx cats; pastel hair; deadbolts; elaborate mosaics; nostril piercings; YInMn blue.<p/></p><p/></p>
The Arrangement: Chapter 12

Author’s Note: Quicker update this time!! I’ve gotten a bit off track with the storyline lol so this is a bit of a filler but I hope you all like it :)

I hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!


Originally posted by dentistas-en-mis-noches

“I…I really am sorry, you know,” Kylo said before you both walked up the ramp of the Command Shuttle.

“Perhaps you’re forgetting that you don’t let me know… Anything,” you mumbled.

He sighed, but his expression told you he was half expecting you to not give up so easily, “I mean it.” 

A smirk danced across your mouth, “Well I’m not sorry for pushing you over.”

“I don’t expect you to be,” Kylo said, his tone returning back to normal now.

“Good. And I meant what I said. If you even think about trying that again, I’ll—” 

“I’m perfectly aware of your capabilities, Princess. I already promised it won’t happen again.”

You nodded, “Then I suppose I promise not to ‘pry’—as you called it. Though I really wish you would be honest with me. I’ve hidden nothing from you.”

“I tell you everything you need to know,” Kylo was getting tired of the same argument you seemed to be starting over and over.

“But not everything I want to know.”

“No. I suppose I don’t.” Kylo responded. You were slightly taken aback by his agreement with you, but when he said nothing else you decided to end the discussion.

“If the lovebirds needed their space, they could have just asked for it,” Hux sang as you and Kylo appeared at the top of the ramp.

“Shut up,” you sneered as you strode into the cockpit. In all the commotion, you had nearly forgotten about the pilot that was also on board. 

“Have you connected through to the Base yet, James?” 

“Yes, Your Highness,” he said, standing up hurriedly when he saw you enter, “A starship has been deployed, it will be here by morning.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, giving him a quick smile before exiting the cockpit. 

Your gaze immediately went to Hux, who looked at you with an amused expression.

“Something funny, General?”

“Just admiring your attire, Your Highness,” he smirked.

You hid your embarrassment well as you remembered you were still wrapped in Kylo’s robe. You shrugged it off hastily and went to find Kylo, who had stalked off into his small quarters.

You entered the room to find Kylo leaning with his back against the wall, eyes closed in what seemed to be a state of deep thought. Was he…meditating? 

“What is it Princess?” Kylo slowly opened his eyes but kept his gaze fixated on the floor.

“I came to give you this…” you said, handing him his robe. 

“Keep it.”

“I can’t say it’s something I would wear,” you said, amused by his response.

“I mean it keep it for now. The Shuttle’s power is minimal, it’s not like being inside here is any warmer than being out there,” he gestured to the viewport. 

“…But won’t you need it to stay warm?” You asked, trying to push the robe back to him.

“I think I’ve caused you enough harm today, Princess. Besides, what good will an apprentice be if they’re ill?”

You hesitated for a moment before realising he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, “Well thank you, then.”

He nodded in response.

“W-What were you doing when I walked in?” You couldn’t help but ask.

Kylo shrugged, “Thinking.”

“About what? I um… I can’t hear your thoughts,” you thought you would add that detail.

“I know.”

You looked puzzled. What about this bond he had just told you about? “Well can you hear my thoughts?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

You frowned, “Teach me how to control them.” 

“I can’t teach you how to control your thoughts, Y/N. They are your own,” Kylo responded.

You rolled your eyes, “You know what I mean. You can influence our… mental connection far more than I can. I want you to show me how.”

Kylo pondered your request for a moment before nodding, “As you wish.” 

You also nodded in response before wavering. Where exactly were you meant to go now? The Shuttle was only so big, and you knew that Kylo couldn’t stalk off at night as he usually did… Well, unless he wanted to freeze out on the planet’s surface.

“There are no beds on board, I’m afraid.”

“O-oh,” you said, half in surprise that he was listening to your thoughts.

Kylo seemed to smile slightly at that, “Only when you project your thoughts, Y/N.”

You furrowed your brows. This was funny to him? Before you could retort with something witty, Kylo spoke.

“Just… Stay in here until morning,” he suggested.

“Oh right, I suppose Hux and James will be expecting us to anyway.” You said, recalling how Kylo had acted when your mother had visited your room back in the Palace.

Kylo huffed, “I don’t care what they expect. This room will be warmer with two people in it, that’s all.”

That seemed fair. You looked around for something comfortable to lean on, but soon realised that aside from the metal desk and chair in the centre of the room, it was entirely empty.

You settled on the far right corner of the room, shifting until you found a position that would be decent enough for you to find sleep with. Closing your eyes, you nestled your head into the crook of your arm, the exhaustion finally catching up to you. You let out a sigh as a sudden feeling of warmth embraced you… Wait.

Your eyes snapped open and you gasped slightly when you realised you were face to face with Kylo.

He looked at you confusedly, “What?”

You stood up quickly, steadying yourself against the wall, “W-what are you doing?”

“I was trying to go to sleep.”

You scoffed, “Is this a game to you?! 

Kylo’s eyes narrowed, “Not that I play games, Princess, but I don’t think sleeping counts as one.”

“Well w-why do you have to sleep next to me?”

“We’re trying to stay warm aren’t we…?” He seemed genuinely confused by your agitation.  

“Well then I would rather be cold, thank you,” you mumbled as you walked to the opposite corner of the room.

Your reaction was not quite what Kylo had expected, but he shrugged as he watched you settle into your new sleeping space.

Kylo lied down again, crossing his arms as he stared up at the ceiling. On the other side of the room, you were doing the same. 

“I don’t understand you, Princess.”

“Good,” you said quietly as you nestled into a comfortable position, the warmth from Kylo’s robe helping you drift off to sleep.

“For someone who wants me to be closer to them, you have an odd way of showing it,” he observed.

“I didn’t literally mean I want you physically close to me,” you said, trying to hide your embarrassment as you said those words out loud.

Certainly, you had shared a bed before. But it was as if this side of Kylo was entirely new to you. Perhaps it was because he felt bad for how he treated you… but still, it felt so sudden. You were so used to the cold and distant Kylo. 

But this version of the man was different. He seemed to show that he cared more outwardly… he was almost affectionate.

You could hear Kylo’s footsteps approach you, and you opened your eyes ready to protest.

“—Before you say anything, me keeping you warm doesn’t mean that you’re going to go falling in love with me, Princess,” Kylo said.

You groaned, “When we get back to the Base, the first thing you’re doing is teaching me how to keep you out of my head.” 

“Done,” he smirked, “Now go to sleep, we have a long journey back tomorrow.” 

You couldn’t deny that you were thankful for his presence beside you as a feeling of warmth coursed through you once more.

“Goodnight, Princess,” he said sleepily.

“Goodnight, Commander,” you mumbled, only half-awake now as you recalled the first time you had uttered those exact words to one another. Though it had only been a matter of weeks, you felt now more than ever that perhaps you finally getting through to the man Kylo really was underneath that brooding exterior. 

He still had his bad temper. He was still incredibly stubborn. But then again, so were you. It was like the more time you would spend with one another, even when arguing, was time in which you learned more and more about the other person.

Kylo’s words echoed in your mind, and you prayed to the Maker that they weren’t being projected in to his at that moment. Doesn’t mean that you’re going to go falling in love with me, Princess.

The trouble was, you were starting to feel like that was exactly what you wanted to.

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Dog Person [a Barry Allen imagine]

Request: Can you do a Barry imagine we’re his gf is a werewolf and he and the team ask to see her shift into a wolf and barry is trying not to be super giddy (because he is a dog person and no one can tell me otherwise)

a/n: he totally is a dog person /requests closed right now/

Barry’s elbows rest on the metallic desk, fingers curled underneath his chin. A broad smile stretches across his slender face, creating little dimples in his cheeks. Sighing, you frown at how excited the team is; I mean, Cisco’s practically pulling a fangirl moment, waving his hands in front of his chest, and Caitlin is almost jumping up and down. You never should’ve opened your mouth, you realize this now.

Reluctantly, you morph into your wolf form; sleek black fur covering your little body, eyes shifting to a bright electric blue. A squeal leaves your boyfriend, surprising the rest of the team (especially Wally; he’s like ‘wtf?’). His notorious black and white converses pad to where you squat, gray hoodie sleeves pulled over his knuckles, which are in front of his face.

There’s a string of noises from him, followed by a small giddy yelp. Oh my god, your boyfriend is adorable! “She’s a wolf!” he squeaks, peering behind him, face scrunched up. “You’re a wolf!” Barry exclaims, flapping his arms around. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD! This is amazing! Can I hold you?! I’m gonna hold you.”

You’re suddenly scooped up in his arms, pressed firmly against his soft pullover hoodie, paws folded up in the air. If you were in human form, you would be laughing hysterically. “You’re so cute! With your lil…nose and eyes and paws!” Barry giggles, green eyes squinted in happiness as he sways back and forth. Deciding to have some fun, you lick his cheek, making him yelp and giggle harder.

Cisco comes closer, “I wanna pet her too, dude!” he beams, sticking out one of his tan hands.

“No!” Barry yells, shielding your body from the engineer. “She’s my girlfriend.” he pouts, carding his long fingers through your fur. You flinch, enjoying the feeling of him scratching behind your ear. It’s a dog thing.

Putting his hands up in surrender, Cisco steps back with Caitlin. “Touchy…” he mutters under his breath, tapping on the keyboard; Caitlin chuckles quietly.

Continuing to sway, Barry walks around the Cortex with you in his arms. (Wally watches, face twisted in confusion.) “My girlfriend is a werewolf… my girlfriend is a werewolf… this is the best day of my life!” the speedster coos in a sing-song voice, nuzzling his head in your fur. “I fucking love you.”

“Barry, we kind of, erm, need you?” Caitlin says awkwardly, pointing to the screen, “There’s a robbery on thirty”

“Wally can do it, right Kid Flash?” Barry hums, not even looking in his direction. With a nod, Wally is off. You have a feeling you aren’t changing back anytime soon.


Summary: Soulmate AU. A world where if a person writes something on their arm, their soulmate gets the same scribbles on their skin.

Tony Stark is a powerful man: he is one of the most well-known faces in history, a genius who has built a fortune with his weapons and inventions. But there is one thing wrong with him. He has never had any scribbles or doodles on his skin, and everyone fears that he might never find his soulmate.

Steve Rogers is an enhanced soldier in the 40’s, and a respected man in all of America. He saved thousands of soldiers lives, and is said to be the perfect example of what a husband should be like. But he is a bare-skin; he has never had any sign of his soulmate since birth. But what happens when he crashes into the ocean and wakes up a century later?

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve/Tony

Wordcount: 2805

Warnings: None

 Everyone’s had experiences with sudden doodles and scribbles appearing on their skin. It happened to everyone, was considered to be just as normal as cutting your hair or brushing your teeth before going to sleep.

 It was a tool used to find your soulmate. The link allowed two people destined to be a couple recognise one another. And it was fun to mess with.

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This is not my first office, but it’s the first one that ever felt like home. This building and the offices inside it are often ridiculed because they are old, the offices called shabby and out of date, but I disagree. I think my office is the height of luxury. It has the same sturdy metal-framed desk that all other people in this program have. It is a proof that I may be counted among them, that I belong. For that reason, it is the finest desk I have ever had the privilege to call my own.  I fought harder than I’ve ever fought for anything, all just to sit at this desk and dedicate my life to this work, and it was worth it a hundred times over. I think about the hundred of applicants who fought tooth and nail for the chance to have a desk like this and did not achieve it. For them, for my science, and for myself, I will work each day to prove my fitness to occupy this desk. Hour by hour, page by page. 

Whatever It Takes | Ch. II

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

Originally posted by beatriceindre

Pairings: (Yoongi/Reader/Hoseok)

Genre: Gang AU!, Cop AU!

Words: 2,784

Tags: Smut, Violence 

Chapter One | Chapter Two 

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anonymous asked:

a barry allen smut with 81 + 82?

Title : Right Here. Right Now. - Barry Allen

Summary : when you think that you and your boyfriend Barry are alone at S.T.A.R. Labs you start to tease him and things get heated quickly. All in all it’s smut.

Word Count : 1217

Warnings : smuuutt, unprotected sex, teasing

Prompt : (81) “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.” (82) “I want you. Right Here. Right now.”

Pairing : Barry allen x reader

A/N : hahahaha I’m going to hell for writing smut, oh well see ya guys there!

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Originally posted by imnotgrantgustin

As you sat at your desk in S.T.A.R. Labs you couldn’t help but look back at your boyfriend Barry who was focused on the computer monitors in front of him. Your legs crossed over one another, hoping to release some of the tension that was building under your skirt. Taking in a deep breathe you turn your chair around, legs still crossed as you look at Barry.

“Hey Barr?” You ask, leaning against one of the arms of the chair. Barry hums, a signal for you to keep speaking. “Caitlin and Cisco are out for today, right?” Barry looks up at you, nodding and quirking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” He says, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. You smirk, slowly opening your legs, but enough for him to see under your skirt.

“Because, I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.” You open your legs a bit more, revealing your pink, wet core. Barry’s jaw clenches as he looks at you, eyes growing darker with lust and need. He walks over to you and you stay seated, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was going to do to you. When he was right in front of you he opened his mouth and started to speak.

“I want you. Right Here. Right now.” He growled lowly into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Before you could even come up with a response Barry had knelt down in front of you, breathing cool air onto your clit. You squirmed slightly, but your movements were stopped by his hands holding your hips down in place. His tongue flicked out, barley rubbing itself against your throbbing nub. You groaned softly and looked down at Barry.

“Fuck, Barry please just do something. God, I need you so bad.” You whimpered. Barry chuckled as he ran two of his fingers up along your folds, gathering you wetness.

“Oh I’ll do something, baby, just you wait.” He smirked and pushed his fingers into you, causing you to moan out in pleasure. You started to grid against his fingers, desperate for more friction, but his free hand stopped you from doing so. His lips attached to your clit and his fingers start to move in and out of you at fast rate. You gripped onto the sides of the chair, your nails digging into the material. Barry kept eye contact with you the entire time, making the knot in your stomach tighter. His tongue lapped at your now swollen nub, and the it happened; his fingers started to vibrate inside you. You screamed out his name, pushing your body up the chair. The please was so intense, so, so intense. He smirked, still licking at your clit.

“B-barr, I’m g-gonna cum.” You whimper out, your leg muscles tensing, Barry pulls away from your clit, his lips swollen and tinted with your wetness.

“Go on baby, let it out, cum all over my fingers.” You went over the edge, being thrown in ecstasy. Your eyes were screwed shut as you all to quickly came down from your high. When you opened your eyes you were greeted by the sight of Barry licking his fingers clean of your juice. He smirked, winking at you as he pulled his fingers from his mouth. “You taste so sweet, baby girl. You want a taste?” You nod eagerly, making Barry chuckle as he lowered his lips onto yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, making you moan softly against his lips. He pulled away, undoing his pants and pushing them down. His member was throbbing in his boxers and you smirked, knowing that you did that to him.

“You see what you do to e, baby? You make me so hard and needy for you, god you’re so perfect.” He grunted as he palmed himself through his boxers, You bit your lip, squeezing your legs together. “Get up and bend over your desk, ‘M gonna fuck you so good.” You quickly got up, nearly tripping over your own feet as you bent yourself over the metal desk, spreading your legs and showing yourself completely to Barry. You could hear him groan quietly behind you, making you giggle.

The tip of Barry’s cock rubbed itself through your folds, lubing himself up before pushing into you. You gasped, your hands gripping onto the side of the desk. In one deep thrust Barry was fully seated inside you, stretching out your walls and filling you perfectly. Your walls clenched around him, making both of you moan at the feeling. You wriggle your ass a bit, silently telling Barry to move. He got the memo and started to thrust in and out of you quickly, not to quickly, but fast enough to wear you couldn’t hold yourself up. One of his hands was tangled in your hair, pulling your body up slightly. His other hand had hoisted your skirt up and gripping tightly onto your waist. Your mouth hung open, eyes screwed shut as Barry fucked you hard and fast. You felt his hot breathe on your neck, then his lips started their attack on your skin. You whimpered when his lips made  contact with that one spot right below your right ear, the spot that made you crazy. Barry smirked against your skin and sucked on your skin harder, leaving a blue and purple mark under your ear lobe.

“Mmm, so tight and wet for me baby. You been waiting for this for a while, huh?” Barry huffs in your air, pulling your head back further so that you can kind of look at him. You nod, whining when the tip of his cock brush against that spot inside you. You clenched around his cock again, milking out a groan from him. After a few more thrusts he began to slow and become sloppier, signaling that he was close. The knot in your stomach was about to explode with each sloppy thrust, bringing you to the brink of your orgasm.

“Barr, fuck..” You moan out. Barry put his all into the last thrust, sending you over the edge once again. Whimpering as you came around Barry’s shaft you felt him pulse inside you, pulling out when your orgasm finished and came all over your ass. The two of your were breathing heavily, trying to regain your balance and breathe. You stood up, turning around and grinning at Barry, who returned the gesture. “I should probably go clean myself up, someone seemed to have made a mess.” You winked. Barry rolled his eyes plyfully and slapped your ass as you walked off to go to the bathroom.

Maybe you shouldn’t wear underwear to work sometimes.


Looking through documents in my google docs and I found this. It says I posted it at some point so I’m going to post it again here since I deleted my other blog.

Just random cute Gail and Holly.


Gail lifted her head and let it fall back down onto the metal desk of the evidence locker with a thunk. She had repeated the action every few minutes for the past hour hoping that time would go faster or that she’d get a concussion and could leave. Sadly, nothing had come of it so far. Her phone started to vibrate against her leg. Before she met Holly she would have just let it go but her new friend had proved to be a great distraction during the lulls at work. Momentarily feeling like a psychic she smiled at the text notification from Lunchbox on her lock screen.

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Daddy Day [a E2!Barry Allen imagine]

Request: Could you please do a e2 Barry Daddy where he brings the 3 boys to work with him and luca pretends not to be interested but he ends up thinking its awesome and when he sees Barry struggling between work and watching those three (mainly Nico cause a tiny human) he holds Nico and yeah :)

a/n: #barryandhisboys #godbless #pleasetalktome i had such a bad day and i just wanna cry

My kids list is here, look, request, yeah :)

“Sweetie, I’ve got everything under control. Jace is-” Barry spins on the heel of his brown dress shoe, sighing. The fifteen year old gawks at the large CCPD plaque, blue striped hoodie hanging off both shoulders, exposing his gray shirt. “Right here. Right in front of me.” he breathes into the phone, repositioning Nico on his hip.

Meanwhile, you watch your two girls play with their friends. Crossing your legs, you fix your black blazer, smiling when the cake appears. “Okay, sexy. Give Nico kisses from mommy. I love you.” you whisper, waiting for your husband to say it back before hanging up.

His cream sweater wrinkles as he slips his phone in his back pocket. Readjusting Nico on his hip, he kisses his forehead before peering back. “Jace! Luke! Let’s go- Hey, you little monkey, those aren’t for you!” Barry laughs, prying his thin glasses out of the babbling toddler’s grip.

Jace follows his dad, walking backwards, running his fingers through his chestnut hair. “Woah, dad, this place is huge! How come I had to wait fifteen years for you to bring me but Nico’s barely even two and you’re all… ‘I’m bringing him to work, blah, blah, blah’.” he frowns, bumping into Barry by accident. He cringes, spinning around; gray Vans squeaking on the waxed floor.

“It’s because Nico’s his favorite.” Luca grumbles next to Jace, stomping up the staircase, fixing his gold letterman jacket.

When the dad comes to the door to his lab, he swirls around, thick brown eyebrows furrowed under his glasses. “That is not true, Luca Allen. I love you all equally.” Barry argues, ignoring the toddler undoing his yellow bow tie. “Please just…do me a favor? Get in the room so I can get some work done?” he pleads, pointing into the lab. His green eyes watch the two older boys enter, following suit.

A stack of papers sit on the metal desk and Barry sighs, stalking towards it. As the tall brunette shifts through different files, Nico whines, hazel eyes shining with watery tears. Jace wonders around the lab, picking up random things and inspecting them, like a true detective. “Daddeeee!” Nico cries, lower lip quivering at the lack of attention.

Huffing, Barry repositions him on his hip; one palm on the papers. “Baby, I know, I know. Give daddy just a second to rea-” There’s a loud crash and he whips his head around, seeing Jace standing over a pool of red liquid, looking guilty. Sighing, he squeezes his eyes shut, bouncing the toddler. “Jace… just go sit down. Please. I’ll take care of it.” he mutters.

Nico cries again, pulling on his daddy’s sweater. “Daaaddddeee!”

Blinking wildly, Barry rubs his eyes before picking up the papers, puckering his lips to make noises. Bringing his pointer finger to the file, he reads it over, body bending due to the weight of Nico. “Dad, I’ll take him.” Luca says softly, outstretching his arms. Barry smiles, cheeks wrinkling.  

“You’re gonna go with Lukey while daddy works. Okay? Okay?” he mumbles, handing Nico to his eldest son. Luca scowls at the nickname and Jace laughs from his seat. “And you,” he points to fifteen year old, “Aren’t going to touch anything else, understood?” Barry raises an eyebrow.

Jace slumps in his seat, nodding his head. The dad rolls his mossy green eyes, pressing his palms to the desk. Adjusting his little brother on his hip, Luca runs a hand through his blond locks, strutting towards Jace. “Nico’s totally his favorite. He just won’t admit it.” he whispers, smirking.

Reach Me By Page: Spamano One-Shot

Summary: SPAMANO- Lovino forgets his book in class one day. He doesn’t think anything of it when he initially retrieves it, until he notices his bookmark’s been replaced! What the hell sort of note is this supposed to be? And what kind of idiot leaves a note in a random library book anyway? Obviously not one who would remember to sign their name. (Fic exchange with @codevassie)

Has anyone ever told you just how wonderful books are? For one thing, they allow you to escape from your hellhole of a life. But, more than that, they’re just so entertaining I find. What was before a dreary day becomes a world full of fantastical wonders, interesting people, and wise, thought-provoking dialogue.

Books allow you to think without having to actually think, if you get what I mean. Your dull day-to-day adventures take a backseat; page my page you reach your emotional limit of how much heartbreak, gore, and betrayal you can withstand. Books challenge your wits by having you guessing at what happens next, only to have something completely unexpected happen and shock you into a reverie of other possibilities.

Life? Life is predictable and boring.

But as for books? Books are never boring; they keep you on your toes, or rather, finger tips as you flip through them

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zsredfolder  asked:

Anyway, if you're up for some good old-fashioned Boostle banter and smooching, anything Darkwing Duck, or some found-family fluff with the STAR labs wonder trio (shippy or not) I think that would be delightful. <3 (3/3)

This turned out less banter-y and more “the beginning of a 30K romcom I’ll never write” but I hope you like it anyway? :D? It’s set in the Rebirth universe, which, if you’re not reading it: Ted is, uh, “mentoring” Jaime (who thinks he’s annoying and wants him to go away) and had a brief superhero career himself, and Booster is…well, he hasn’t been seen in Rebirth yet but I’m assuming he’s still basically the shallow showboater we saw in New 52. Ted throws a little shade at him in passing in a recent issue, it made me smile.


“Mr. Kord? There’s, uh…somebody here to see you.”

Ted sighed and pressed the speakerphone button. “I thought my schedule was clear for the rest of the afternoon, Connie. I was just about to head down to the lab.” He was already loosening his tie as he spoke. Among other things, being in the lab instead of the office meant not having to wear a monkey suit a second longer than he had to.

More importantly, it meant getting to study whatever the hell was going on with Jaime’s scarab instead of P&L reports, but that wasn’t information he could share with his hardworking staff.

“He doesn’t have an appointment but he’s, um, very insistent.”

Ted frowned. Connie sounded more flustered than alarmed, so the guy couldn’t be too much of a kook - and even if he was, Ted hadn’t forgotten all of his aikido. He was probably just a pushy reporter or job candidate. Ted could handle either of those options quickly enough, and it sounded like he wasn’t getting out the door until he did.

“Fine. Send him in.”

Ted hung up the phone and went back to shutting down his computer, tugging his tie the rest of the way off as he did. He heard the door swing open.

“I’m flattered, but no need to get undressed on my account,” said an amused - and oddly familiar - voice.

Ted glanced over, and then did a cartoonish double take. Standing in the doorway of his office was none other than Booster Gold, the self-promoting laughingstock of the superhero set. There was no mistaking him, even if his face hadn’t been plastered all over every billboard and magazine ad from here to L.A., since he was wearing that ridiculously shiny costume - though the effect was ruined a little by the backpack slung over one shoulder.

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things I forgot about the 2000 classic ‘x-men’
  • The incredible costuming, my God:
    • Rogue, son of Arathorn, also called Strider:
    • Her nightgown??? Has a hood??? She has just been stabbed and that is very upsetting, but also NIGHTGOWN HOOD
    • Magneto’s Villain Casual shiny shirt
    • Jean’s extremely subtle color theme:
  • Wolverine’s Sadness Trailer
  • Wolverine’s Unsafe Fuel Storage Practices
  • How young and reasonably muscled Hugh Jackman was:
  • Charles Xavier, a real life actual professor, thinks that the best way to bring an amnesiac knife-handed cage wrestler to his office is to make him hear voices and taunt him up into a HALLWAY FULL OF CHILDREN, not like he just choked somebody out or anything, I’m sure it’s fine.
  • Magneto’s has a swinging metal desk toy, are you kidding me
  • Sabretooth cannot do a single thing right, it’s incredible
  • Wolverine gets thrown in EVERY FIGHT
    • every
    • single
    • one
    • Sabertooth throws him THREE TIMES in the final showdown!
    • The good guys triumph by throwing him again!
  • Magneto has his Villain Speech planned down to the letter, he can’t even wait for Kelly to tell him he’s a god-fearing man because WHAT IF HE ISN’T, then Magneto will never get to say “Don’t fear God, Senator, and don’t fear me… not anymore.”
  • The UN summit. There’s a UN summit. Have you heard about the UN summit?  There’s this summit, I think the UN is holding it?
  • I have separated out the most incredible piece of costuming in this truly incredible film: Magneto’s asymmetric Villain Jacket/Cape
    • it’s just so much
  • “It’s me.” “Prove it.” “You’re a dick.” “Ok.”
  • the part where Cyclops shoots his girlfriend in the face but like… gently
  • The train scene:
  • Jean is talking to Wolverine about about Rogue:
  • oh look the sequel:
Forgiveness (you can’t imagine)

Just working some things out, because we all know we probably won’t get this in canon. Written for my dear @valeriemperez

And yes, I know the Hamilton reference in the title isn’t perfect. That’s on purpose.

Forgiveness (you can’t imagine)

Iris almost ran through the curving halls of Star Labs, her shoes squeaking on the smooth floor. She cut through the cortex, her heart beating too fast even for the run, and made for the med lab.

She caught the flash of white hair and stopped dead. Animal fear jittered in her stomach. She swallowed it down and said clearly, “I don’t know why I thought they might be kidding.”

Caitlin Snow - Killer Frost - straightened up from her computer. “Iris,” she said.

“What are you doing here?”

“Working. What does it look like?”

“Those idiots,” Iris said, staying well back. She carried a taser now, a nasty little piece of work, and its weight in her pocket was a snarling comfort.  "I mean, Julian loves you so of course he wants you back. And Cisco, well, I guess it’s habit by now, isn’t it? Even after all those times you tried to kill him. But what on earth made you think I’d be okay with this?“

"Nothing,” the other woman said. “I don’t expect you to be okay with this at all.”

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25, Clint would be nice!

25. “I swear it was like that when I found it!”- Clint Barton

Clint was an incredibly inquisitive person by nature. If he saw something that he didn’t understand then he had to mess around with it until he did. However, this more often than not ended incredibly badly. Not only was he inquisitive, he was also incredibly clumsy. If it wasn’t his bow then he had a tendency to break even the most sturdy of things.

That was why you were not shocked to hear the familiar sound of Clint cursing when you passed by one of Stark’s labs. Sighing, you turned back on your heels and pushed open the door to the large room. “Clint! What have you done now?” You called out, turning the corner to see him clutching what looked to be one of the gizmos Tony had been working on, only broken into pieces.

“I swear it was like that when I found it!” Clint exclaimed, dropping the pieces of broken metal onto the desk, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Sure it was.” You scoffed, grinning ear to ear as you dragged him out of the room. “Can you even go one day without breaking something?”

“Not likely…” He murmured, stumbling along behind you with an equally large grin on his face.

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Innocence And Sin ❉ Chapter 2

Member(s): G-Dragon x Reader
Type: Mafia!AU (Violence/Fluff/Angst/Eventual Smut)
Words: 1,666
Plot: What if you’re entire life turned out to be a pre-planned lie?

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Black. It felt like that was the only thing you could see. Not just in the form of the outfits that decorated your friends and family, but everything. It felt like a there was a dark tint that covered your eyes, making everything darker. It felt like a dream, you wished it was a dream.

There was a fine line in between make-believe and reality. A line which you wished never existed, because if it was a dream, your mother would still be alive. The line between life and death. The line between you and your mother.

You hadn’t been able to sleep for days. Long days that matched long nights, often calling Jiyong to come comfort you. It was surreal. Knowing that the one person you could count on more than anything, was gone. Finding her in a pool of her own blood. That wasn’t how you’d ever imagined your last time seeing her. Hell, if you’d known that morning that it was the last time you would ever see her, you would have hugged her. You would have told how much you loved her, how much she meant to you, but you never got that chance.

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