more presents to come

✿ ———— beauty and the beast sentence starters.

’ How can you read this? There’s no pictures! ’
’ Well, some people use their imagination… ’
’ This is the day your dreams come true. ’
’ I’m-I’m speechless. I really don’t know what to say. ’
’ Say you’ll marry me! ’
’ I just don’t deserve you! ’
’ I want to do something for him/her… but what? ’
’ No, no! It’s got to be more something more special than that! ’
’ This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. ’
’ If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had feelings for this monster. ’
’ I thought I told you to come down to dinner! ’
’ I’m not hungry! ’
’ You’ll come out, or I’ll-I’ll-I’ll break down the door! ’
’ Will you come down to dinner? ’
’ It would give me great pleasure… ’
’ We say please. ’
’ You can’t stay in there forever! ’
’ Fine! Then go ahead and starve! ’
’ Oh dear. That didn’t go very well at all, did it? ’
’ If she/he doesn’t eat with me, then she/he doesn’t eat at all! ’
’ Who said anything about the castle being enchanted? ’
’ It was you, wasn’t it? ’
’ Oh, you look so… so… ’
’ Not quite the word I was looking for, but perhaps a - little more off the top. ’
’ Maybe some other time… ’
’ _______, you are positively primeval! ’
’ Why did you come here? ’
’ Do you realize what you could have done? ’
’ I didn’t mean any harm. ’
’ Please… stop… ’
’ Who’s there? Who are you? ’
’ I’ve come for my father. Please, let him out! Can’t you see, he’s sick? ’
’ Please, I’ll do anything! ’
’ Oh, there must be some way I can… ’
’ Then he/she shouldn’t have trespassed here! ’
’ The master of this castle… ’
’ Wait! Take me instead. ’
’ You don’t know what you’re doing! ’
’ Yes. But… you must promise to stay here forever! ’
’ Come into the light… ’
’ You have my word… ’
’ For who could ever learn to love a beast? ’
’ Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard? ’
’ That’s not a request! ’
’ I’ve been burnt by you before! ’
’ I’m afraid I’ve been thinking… ’
’ If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much! ’
’ Well, if you hadn’t have run away, this wouldn’t have happened! ’
’ If you hadn’t frightened me, I wouldn’t have run away! ’
’ Well you shouldn’t have been in the west wing! ’
’ Well, you should learn to control your temper! ’
’ Now, hold still. This might sting a little. ’
’ By the way, thank you… for saving my life. ’
’ Couldn’t keep quiet, could we? ’
’ Just had to invite him/her to stay, didn’t we? ’
’ I was trying to be hospitable. ’
’ I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. ’
’ I want so much more than they’ve got planned… ’
’ Well, Your Highness, I must say everything is going just swimmingly. ’
’ I knew you had it in you, ha ha! ’
’ You what? How could you do that? ’
’ I use antlers in all of my decorating! ’
’ I-I-I was lost in the woods, and-and… ’
’ Please, I meant no harm. I-I just need a place to stay. ’
’ What’re you staring at? ’
’ I’ll give you a place to stay. ’
’ No, no! Please! Don’t, no! ’
’ I’d like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. ’
’ Sir, close that at once! Do you mind? ’
’ It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. ’
’ Oh, must help her/him to see past all that. ’
’ Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable. ’
’ Oh, it’s no use. ’
’ I don’t know how. ’
’ Come, come, show me the smile. ’
’ There’s a stranger here! ’
’ Pardon me, Master… ’
’ Leave me in peace. ’
’ It doesn’t matter now. Just let them come. ’
’ I’ll show you to your room. ’
’ Do you wanna stay in the tower? ’
’ You must control your temper! ’
’ Of course I came back. I couldn’t let them… oh, this is all my fault! ’
’ You… you came back. ’
’ If only I had gotten here sooner. ’
’ Maybe… maybe… it’s better… it’s better this way. ’
’ Don’t talk like that! You’ll be alright. ’
’ We’re together now; everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see… ’
’ And at least… at least I got to see you… one last time. ’
’ Please. Please… Please don’t leave me. ’
’ Well, perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before. ’
’ There may be something there that wasn’t there before. ’
’ Shh. I’ll tell you when you’re older. ’
’ I’ll not have you making up such wild stories. ’
’ Let me go! Let me go, please! Don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything! Anything! ’
’ I’m… I’m about ready to give up on this hunk of junk. ’
’ This castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you like, except the West Wing. ’
’ I mean it this time! I’ll never get this boneheaded contraption to work! ’
’ Well, what are we waiting for? ’
’ I’ll have this thing fixed in no time! ’
’ You really believe that? ’
’ Be our guest. ’
’ Is it dangerous? ’
’ Oh no, he’d/she’d never hurt anyone. ’
’ Hmmm. Could you read it again? ’
’ Why don’t you read it to me? ’
’ You mean, you never learned? ’
’ I learned… a little. It’s just been… so long. ’
’ Well, here, I’ll help you. ’
’ What would you say if you and I took a walk over to the tavern and took a look at my trophies? ’
‘’Why is she wearing my hoodie?’’

A/N: Here is just another fluff bomb for you all, hope you it! Please let me know what you think. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to? 

Warnings: Fluff overload

Word count: 3745

Originally posted by snowfox934

It all started out innocently enough, on a monday evening after a return home from a particularly difficult mission. Your feet brushed against the cold kitchen tiles, a shiver trailing through your body as you made your way to the fridge for a late night snack. You grabbed a plate of brownies, showing the fridge close with your elbow before making your way to the television room.

You were surprised to find it empty, smiling to yourself as you relished in the idea of being able to pick a movie for once as you planted yourself on the couch. You placed the plate on the sofa table, bringing a brownie to your mouth as you browsed through the selection available on Netflix until you found something of your liking. Another shiver trailed down your spine, your body being tired and drained of energy from the mission and you reached over to the blanket at and brought it over your legs. Your eyes landed on a grey hoodie, figuring it was Steve’s you contently threw it over your shoulders and enjoyed the warmth and smell of the large garment that covered your figure.

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Beautiful cast of American Gods (IMDB)

The series will focus on the mysterious Shadow, a man who is released from prison a few days early after serving a three-year sentence for bank robbery when his beloved wife Laura is killed in a car accident. Flying home for the funeral, Shadow is seated next to a man who introduces himself only as Mr. Wednesday, and this man knows more about Shadow’s life, both past and present, than is possible. Shadow comes to learn that Wednesday is, in fact, the god Odin of Norse mythology and that all of the gods that mankind has ever believed in are alive in human form and live among regular people. Shadow is soon thrust into a gathering conflict between the Old gods and the so-called “New gods”, the gods of money and technology who believe there is no longer room on Earth for the old gods.

(source: Wikipedia)

The Modern Gentleman

The Rebirth Of The Cool

“Every once in a while you come across someone whose style is so clean and manners are so refined that you realise the power of the word Gentleman, in the most classic sense of the word.”

His style is the personification of cool and elegant sophistication; an unapologetic embrace of discreet polish and natural confidence. Shrouded in a tapestry of unpretentious swagger, the long awaited re-emergence of the distinguished modern gentleman is almost upon us.

We are living in a cold, digital and cynical world, where values, virtues, manners and behaviour don’t seem to matte anymore. The reality is that even human interaction is overwhelmingly supported by and through digital technology. Human kind seems so bent out of shape, where facts are no more relevant and are considered optional, where black is white and where up is down. People seem to know the price of everything and the value of nothing. -Oscar Wilde
Celebrities who stand for nothing and everything run and influence the world.
Society has become so fake that the truth actually bothers people. 

The interesting thing about human society is that whenever - lets call it a phase gets out of control a so called counter movement arises. In this case it is the rise of the gentleman and with it the resurrection of virtues, values, manners and behaviour. In a society without role models who reflect for what humanity stands for and by what it’s normally kept together, the call and the search for a deeper purpose in life gets louder and broader. 

The rebirth of the cool is also the birth of the modern gentleman who is not defined by birth or age but rather by choice. It’s a conscious and personal decision made by individuals to frame their way of life with gentlemanly values. In my opinion there is no higher accolade than to call a man a gentleman. 

It is also displaying diversity in terms of preexisting stereotypes and the perception of gentlemen in general. A gentleman is not perceived anymore as a monolithic block of people. Not every man in a suit and tie is a gentleman and not every gentleman wears suit and tie. The modern gentleman is no longer defined by the content of his wallet or the cut of his suit, he is defined by his manners and the content of his character. Never forget, a monkey in a suit is still a monkey.

In every aspect of life respect yourself enough to know that you deserve the very best. Never wake up to be mediocre. The mindset of a modern gentleman in terms of business, lifestyle and sports.

A gentleman takes pride in how he presents himself.

Whether it is how he dresses or how he speaks, a gentleman understands the importance of a first impression and how he is perceived. No, this does not mean he lives his life on other people’s terms or is always looking for validation from them. What it means is, he understands the importance of making a good impression and expanding his personal and professional network. A man who takes pride in who he is and how he presents himself will find more opportunities coming his way, as he is desirable to spend time and engage in conversation with.

A gentleman treats everyone with respect.

Regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, or any other involuntary characteristic a person can have, a gentleman does not categorize. He sees those around him as human and treats them with the respect that he would expect them to treat him with. Since a gentleman does not discriminate, there is no basis for unfair treatment towards others in his mind, everyone is equal.
He understands that his kindness towards others is not based on who they are, but on who he is. Because of this, it is unwavering.

A gentleman does not allow himself to be walked on.

There is a difference between showing kindness towards others and letting yourself become a doormat. Part of having respect for others is also having respect for yourself. A gentleman who has respect for himself will never let himself be taken advantage of. Give others the benefit of the doubt and the gift of your kindness, but if they do not do the same, a gentleman will understand they do not meet the standards of those who he accepts into his life, and he will move forward.

A gentleman will always be improving himself.

As an extension to the previous point, in order to get respect from others, you first must have it for yourself. This means taking care of both your physical and mental well-being. In a photoshop-ridden society, our generations certainly appear to value surface over substance, but a gentleman understands the importance of what goes beyond the outer shell. Whether it is reading books, listening to lectures, watching documentaries, or any other education medium he prefers, it is important to not lose sight of improving the mind while also working on improving the body.

A gentleman values his family and relationships.

More important than professional accomplishment and success, is cultivating the relationships with the people whom you will share it with. A gentleman will understand that no matter how far he makes it in life, it is better to be in a cottage with people he loves than it is to be in a mansion by himself.

A gentleman isn’t afraid to be wrong.

Many people in today’s day and age seem to have an incredible avoidance to being wrong. They will take a stand on a position and never allow new information or evidence to change their mind. This puts up a stone wall around your current base of knowledge and allows no room for expansion beyond it. The only way to learn or grow, is to be wrong. Only when you are wrong do you absorb new information, change your stance, and subsequently become “right.” Without the ability to admit a mistake, there will be no lessons to take from it.

A gentleman is cool, calm, and collected.

In a fast paced, constantly-changing world, it is an asset to be able to slow down the mind and keep things in perspective. A gentleman will have (or work to develop) the ability to not be perpetually stressed out. He will take life’s ups and downs in stride, and understand that night is always darkest before the dawn. Even when problems arise, he will work through them with determination. This will prevent him from becoming overwhelmed and making poor decisions or treating others badly.

A gentleman always keeps the woman in his life happy.

It is important for a gentleman to hold high standards for how he acts when he is in a relationship. This includes never mistreating her or taking her for granted. Always valuing her and showing her that he does (not just telling her). He will understand that the effort it took to get the type of woman he wants, is the same effort it will take to keep her, and that a lady would never accept being taken for granted any more than he would. He will never lose sight of doing the small things that make her happy.

Gentlemen are a rare breed and an endangered species in today’s society. It is important for men to strive for these ideals as well as for women to show the men their efforts are appreciated and recognized. While many men reach for these qualities without any need for outside influence, I can also assume that more would put in effort if they knew how much of a difference it would make in their life.

But if they don’t, gentleman cannot be afraid to separate themselves from the crowd. The effort they put into living the best life they can comes with a reward that many others will never receive: The accomplishment of that goal.

GROOMING 2017

These days, becoming a modern gentleman isn’t easy. It goes far beyond the simplicity of what clothes we wear. Something has to be said about men’s grooming and its importance in achieving the gentleman look we strive for.
Times have evolved and getting hold of that look has now become not just desirable, but believe it or not, there’s an art to it.
Brushing your teeth and splashing some water on your face just won’t suffice anymore, we got away with it long enough. It’s time to go the extra mile!

Healthy skin, maintaining the beard, manscaping and don’t be fooled manicures are manly.

The way men look after their appearance has undergone a revolution in the last twenty years. Where once a moisturiser might have been considered outré, it now seems to be the bedrock of every man’s grooming regime. It’s easy to fall prey to anxiety and insecurity on these fronts, especially in the face of advertisements and Photoshopped media icons.

So yes, it helps enormously to enjoy your grooming routine; but our long term aim is to use the confidence that comes with looking good to feel completely at home in our own skin.

BE WELL GROOMED, NOT OVER-PREENED

Good grooming is like a magic trick: people should be impressed by the results, but in the dark about how you achieved them. Overdo the fragrance, teeth whitening or eyebrow taming and you just show the world your sleight of hand.

CREATE YOUR OWN RITUAL

Many cultures (from the ancient Greeks and
Jews to the modern Japanese and Scandinavians) practise bathing as a ritual. Hot water is relaxing, yet invigorating like little else – that’s why some of our best thoughts can come to us in the shower. But take the time out from here on in to really ‘be’ in the shower, to quell the monkey mind and to really feel the water on your skin and the scent
of the products you use. It’s not just the female of the species that’s worth it.

Health And Wellbeing

Todays modern gentleman lives his life holistically. He understands that how he treats his body affects his mind, and vice versa, that there’s no real separation between the two. An improvement in one area is often what unlocks improvement in another. Some say that exercise is the new religion – that gyms are the new cathedrals. Perhaps this is a bit extreme. But it reveals a larger truth: physical fitness can be very important, partially because it’s always a subset of a much bigger theme: living a good life.

PRACTICE YOUR OWN SPORTS PSYCHOLOGY

Playing sport doesn’t just build muscle and lung capacity. It helps you to refine your ability to strategise and practise collaboration and fair play. By observing your knee-jerk emotions and choosing to respond rather than react, you can change your behaviour on and off the field, court or mat.

KEEP MOVING

It seems odd that we often stand on the escalator on the way to a gym class. Exercise begins the moment you get up in the morning. The ‘active living’ movement helps us to understand this. Man was never meant to be sedentary. Walking up the stairs, washing the car, and having sex can all increase our fitness without a sweaty gym bag in sight.

The 30 steps to being a modern gentleman

  1. Negotiates airports with ease.
  2. Never lets a door slam in someone’s face.
  3. Is aware that facial hair is temporary, but a tattoo is permanent.
  4. Knows when not to say anything.
  5. Wears his learning lightly.
  6. Owns one well-made dark suit, one tweed suit, and a dinner jacket.
  7. Avoids lilac socks and polishes his shoes.
  8. Turns his mobile phone to silent at dinner.
  9. Carries house guests’ luggage to their rooms.
  10. Rises and says his name when being introduced.
  11. Breaks a relationship face to face.
  12. Is unafraid to speak the truth.
  13. Knows when to clap.
  14. Arrives at a meeting five minutes before the agreed time.
  15. Is good with waiters.
  16. Has two tricks to entertain children.
  17. Can undo a bra with one hand.
  18. Can sail a boat and ride a horse.
  19. Never kisses and tells.
  20. Cooks an omelette to die for.
  21. Can prepare a one-match bonfire.
  22. Seeks out his hostess at a party.
  23. Believes in chivalry. 
  24. Has read “Pride and Prejudice”.
  25. Can tie his own bow tie.
  26. Sandals? No. Never.
  27. Wears a rose, not a carnation.
  28. Swats flies and rescues spiders..
  29. Demonstrates that making love is neither a race nor a competition.
  30. Knows that there is always an exception to a rule.

Chivalry alive
Is chivalry dead?

Chivalry isn’t dead, but it’s certainly in shorter supply these days. Likewise, gentlemen still exist, today, although they may appear slightly different. The  “old school” gentleman, who pulled out chairs and opened up car doors, has since been replaced with the “modern” gentleman, who can maintain a stimulating conversation outside the realms Facebook Messenger. Given the social norms of today’s society, being a gentleman will prove itself to be quite difficult – but not impossible. And while media outlets love to glorify the male icons who tend to mistreat women, and ignore the more chivalric ones who don’t generate headlines, this should have no bearing on how you choose to conduct your own lifestyle. Just because certain behaviors aren’t considered “cool” or “popular” by mainstream standards doesn’t mean they’re correct by societal standards. Being a gentleman is timeless, and mainstream trends will phase in and out. Notice this, and focus on the long-term.
While being in your 20s and carefree may discourage all intentions of acting “gentlemanlike” – recognize the longevity of certain good habits. These will never “go out of style,” and are telltale signs of maturity.

Everyone can be a gentleman. That title is earned, it’s not something you’re born into.

It’s My Birthday After All (M) // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by jaesbum

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Summary: It’s Jaebum’s birthday, so you decide to make him his favourite food - with the promise of more ‘birthday presents’ after. Jaebum comes home; and you’re the only thing on his mind.

Please note that this scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature.

Authors note: This was originally a request but I decided to incorporate it to suit today - which is Jaebum’s birthday! So in light of that, I hope you all enjoy this scenario with our sexy best leader - Im Jaebum~ ^^

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dan and phil play keep talking and nobody explodes: a summary

hoodie!phil i am immediately enthralled and this video isn’t even a second in yet

“you da bomb of our lives”

they keep clothes fans give them which is nice shoutout to that lucky son of a gun

‘philly’

phil is insistent on everyone seeing speed

supportive boyf dan has his back

dan nudged phil’s arm in a bro-esque manner

they mentioned escape rooms finally i can relate as i have now been to one too

“i think we’re a lot nerdier than we think” why do they think we refer to them as nerds all the time

“rest in peace environment” / “fuck you trees”

“i’ll punch you if you look at this” going to provide no context there have fun

“DAD…. playing halo with me” nice save dan

the wholesome howell blanket is always on hand

“they’ll see if we do a single glance…”

how is dan going to go a whole extra seventeen minutes without glancing at phil i think he’s going to implode

they already did the tutorial but didn’t show us yet phil can’t remember the title of the game wow rip nerd!phil fic trope

“this is going to be a mistake”

“i can’t speak if i’m under some kind of situation” mister english degree back again

phil spinning dan around with those sweet sweet seconds of skin to skin contact (hand to arm)

also lowkey hand porn

look at his hands

the curly hair and shaved sides from the side profile makes my heart warm

sassy hand clicks from danny

“beginnu”

five seconds in i am already stressed for them why is this already the most intense video of this game i’ve ever seen i’ve watched like six different channels play it

“there’s, there’s-” “no phil, i’m guiding you.” someone likes to take control don’t they

during the wire puzzle you can slowly watch dan get more stressy look at his pursed lips and expressive strict hand gestures

“there’s an alien man with a triangle head and he’s got a T coming out of his neck” their best friend mind meld really needs to come in handy here

i’m still really enjoying dan’s side profile i can’t get over it

“that’s you selecting the module you dork”

“guys we’re nailing this” i was going to make the obvious joke but i won’t we’re classy here

“shut up shut up SHUT UP” stressy dan is here to stay

they did one wow who says youtube gamers can’t game screw you comments

“what everyone out there is thinking now is we need you to get the manual, phil” i think dan honey you just want to be in control again i know that was hard for you

getting their last glances at each other in before they can’t for at least five minutes

opposite sides again why has this happened two videos after one another this is weird what is the post-baking video universe coming to

“this is weird. now you’re the person with the really bright face… wow it makes my hair look so much less white now that i’m here”

“it makes my hair look grey… i promise i don’t have grey hair” honey you’re thirty years old it’s going to happen inevitably sometime soon best to break us in gently

i’m hyped for side profile phil

dan quoting the marriage mantra of something old something new etc…. foreshadowing perhaps who knows with the way 2017 phan is going

phil looks so confused he’s like me facing every exam i’ve ever taken

i’ve been cheated out of side profile phil ffs dan get your hands on him and spin him around i feel attacked

“oh shit new stuff” literally everyone every few days when they upload a new gaming vid with no warning????? they know our struggle????

phil looks so focused i’m entranced

“ayeeeeeeee”

“oh god it’s hurting my brain so much”

stressy phil is a new experience but i’m digging it

dan being the little shit he is just laughs all the time

“stop freaking out!” stressy dan is still here despite having the opposite role

they did two attempts and won them both wow

they high fived yes for more skin to skin contact

phil is reeeealllly making up for lost time by shamelessly staring at dan

like seriously that was at least a solid six seconds of him staring

oh and more glances

i get it you’re in love

“kept calm under presh”

more staring seriously phil are you aware the camera is still rolling

“i hate to alarm you phil but what is your catchphrase on this gaming channel?”

*awkward silence whilst phil realises he’s being spoken to thus has to tear his gaze away*

“ALL OR NOTHING”

*resumes staring*

seriously what is with him today subtlety ain’t in his vocabulary

p h i l i get it you’re in love

oh now dan’s at it

dan just got super close to the camera and did that creepy smile he has i was unnerved

“i’m frickin terrified as diddly heck”

they’re back on their own sides balance in the universe has been destroyed do you reckon they’re as insistent about which side of the bed they sleep on

side profile dan is back welcome back old friend i missed you

i thought he dabbed for a second but it’s okay he didn’t

they’re determined as fuck but i can already see dan’s stressing

yep there’s the hurry up hand gestures

“i’m going to explode…. literally” because of the intensity or because he can’t stare at phil i don’t even know anymore u decide

dan’s eyes just got really really wide they were like bulging

“is the button yellow?” “no it’s blue i told you it’s blue!” welcome back stressy phil i hope you had a nice break

phil’s little “ooh” is so cute i want it as my ringtone

“we did it? oh christ”

stressy dan is really coming out to play in this symbols puzzle isn’t he

phil’s expressive hand gestures aka he’s beginning to panic too

dan’s doing some kind of gang sign okay boy you do you

aaaaand there’s the deafening dan scream for this video i can’t believe we lasted a whole 17 minutes and 40 seconds without one

rip headphone users it was nice knowing you

stressy dan has never been more present

phil is surprisingly calm(er)

“dan come on” all of us all the time

oooooh they couldn’t last five minutes without a quick glance at one another could they jfc get a room

they managed with three seconds to spare

phil is giggly and dan is….. well, dan

dramatic as ever my little actor that never was

phil initiates skin to skin contact again why am i not surprised anymore

“i was winding you up” dan says as he adds flames on top of himself in editing i am nodding furiously

the camera pans back out and phil’s hood is up who even is he

“we could have died!” “but we didn’t” *dan adds a halo above his head aka can’t relate*

“see if i worked in bomb disposal, i’d be cheeky like that” your colleagues would throw a bomb in bed with you

“i’d be like ooh what’s the timer steve???” the danxsteve fic coming atcha real soon

dan’s in an obnoxiously good mood now he has won a game and can freely stare at phil again

“we could be bomb disposal experts” again expect the fic coming atcha real soon

“what you just saw was two nerds that grew up playing puzzle games that have a psychic connection because they have no other friends defusing bombs” they literally said they go to escape rooms for their friends birthdays but alright i’ll take the exclusivity

they’re considering coming back in hard mode YES I NEED THIS

again i could have made the obvious joke there but i didn’t

let them know how you felt throughout that video type out long essays i dare you

“subscribe if you’re happy you didn’t explode”

“if you want to see us do that more challenging version where we might blow up… or not 'cause we’re the best… disposers ever”

“subscribe to us, have a good day, don’t explode” the best advice comes in threes

danisnotexploding

AmazingBombDisposer

SHEITH FIC REC PT.2

Hey, so I’m back with more fics. Honestly I haven’t read that many fics lately, kinda distracted by trying to write my own, here’s to hoping it goes well, right? But the fandom deserves something nice in the light of all the troll fics that were posted. I was wondering if I should update my old rec list? Or should I combine this one and the other one into one massive list? What do you guys think? Anyway, same formula, titles are links and bolded, italics are my commentary. Happy reading!

Link to the last fic rec masterpost: http://lucifercaelestis.tumblr.com/post/157021445683/sheith-fic-rec

One-shots (Canon-verse)

orbit by Recluse (T) 21k

“Hey, nice to meet you. Keith, right? I’m Shiro.”

Shiro and Keith’s backstory fic, and wow, I was not expecting how it all happened. 11/10 would read again


grief by Recluse (T) 4.5k

There are five stages.

Obligatory Keith grieving over Shiro fic.


it’s not a star i see (it’s always you) by janie_tangerine (E) 18.5k

in which both Keith and Shiro are stuck with birthdays on dates they don’t like. Meeting each other makes it more than just a bit better.

Birthday fic that combines Keith’s backstory and major Keith feels with Shiro and god just read the fic please, it’s worth it.


Break Out by reinkist (E) 10.8k

An unexpected reaction to the alien plant life forces Keith and Shiro to have to reevaluate what their relationship is, and what it could be.

Sex pollen fic. Warning for dubious consent. Trope-y as it is, I like how it forces them to confront with certain things.


Falling Forward by flyingisland (T) 3.5k

Shiro is a romantic catastrophe, even with an excellent wingman like Pidge.

Pining Shiro is the best.


crash collide into space by ohmygodwhy (T) 2.6k

Shiro’s gone and all he has left of him are a shitty couch and a few pictures on his phone and dog tags that he’s afraid to touch because touching them feels like accepting the fact that Shiro will never touch them again. If he holds them for long enough any traces of Shiro’s touch will be wiped away and replaced, like they were never there to begin with, like Shiro was never there to begin with.

They deserve to be happy together goddamnit.

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The skype call one: Klance! :D

For an anon who requested Keith out of town Skyping a sick Lance, who passes out while they’re talking, and their landlord and friend Shiro has to come to the rescue. I made them all in their mid-20′s, and gave them all jobs that I headcanon them with. Keith is an investment banker, Hunk was a co-owner of a mechanics shop that closed and now works for Keith, Shiro is a yoga instructor (which: fuckin sign me up for that class hot dAMN), Pidge (though she isn’t in this fic) is an engineer, Allura (also not in this fic) is a CEO, and Lance is a phlebotomist. I hope it’s okay!

Side note, I’m actually pretty proud of the dialogue at the end. I think it’s damn cute. I can’t write relationships but I can kinda sorta write flirting???

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What’s Your Name? // Jay Park

Originally posted by pervingonkpop

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: A Jay Park smut where you are a tough kind of girl and you meet jay in a club and he is intrigued by your attitude and you eventually hook up. Thanks :))))

A/N: Please note that this scenario contains: one night stand sex, squirting and general naughty stuff ^_^


After being in a dead end relationship for the past 4 years, tonight you were finally ready to reclaim yourself as a single woman and celebrate that. For too long, you had felt like you had become a shell of yourself – your ex being your childhood sweetheart and being the only person you had ever been sexually intimate with. You had completely revamped not only your looks – but you slowly began to become the tough, fearless girl that you knew you once were.

You looked stunning from head to toe. Your hair looked, smelled and felt like heaven; while any gained weight from the comfort of your previous relationship was dropped – and you felt damn good in your little black dress and high heels; donning a thong and no bra as your dress was so tight that it didn’t need it. You felt the sexiest that you had ever felt, and you were on your way to one of the best clubs in Seoul with your girlfriends for a night of intended debauchery and self indulgence.

After waiting in line and showing your ID’s, you were finally able to enter the club. The music along with the atmosphere was booming as the club quickly began filling up and drinks started to be consumed. You ordered a vodka and redbull along with a Corona – starting off as you were meaning to go on, as you sat down around the table with your friends. The club itself was bourgie, high class and was always filled on the nights that it opened as it also attracted some of south Koreas hottest and finest celebrities.


You were having the time of your life, laughing and talking with your friends, feeling the effects of the alcohol begin to take over your body as you threw back drink after drink. After finishing the one you had in your hand, you decided to get up and go over to the bar to order yourself another – even though the guys that had made their way over to your table had insisted on doing it for you, you had told them that you really didn’t need a man to do your legwork for you – that you were a big girl and you can handle walking a few metres to get your alcohol yourself, to which they smirked and probably thought that you were some kind of stuck up bitch; but you couldn’t care less about what they thought about you. You toddled over to the bar, shimmying yourself between the group of guys that were standing around it and placing your hands on the counter.

“Can I get a whiskey – on the rocks please?” you said sweetly, looking into the barman’s face as he smiled at your request.

“Going hard tonight then, Miss?” he replied as he poured out your drink into a small tumbler over ice.

“Damn right I am” you replied, giving him a cheeky wink as he placed the glass on the bar. Just as you were about to hand over your money, you seen a heavily tattooed arm from your left reach over, gently placing money down on the counter. You swerved your eyes over, following the trail of tattoos to eventually be met by someone who you wouldn’t have been able to mistake from a mile away. The arm just to happened to belong to Jay Park, famous rapper and creator of the record label AOMG. You looked at him, becoming star-struck for a few seconds as he smiled at you slowly, raising his eyebrows and studying your facial expressions as the barman looked on.

“The lady’s drink is on me” Jay purred, giving the barman a sideways glace as he took his hand back and rested it on the counter. You scoffed through your teeth, taking the money that you had in your hand and placing it into the barman’s hand.

“The lady prefers to pay for her own drinks herself, here you go” you said to him politely, watching him smile as he took the money from you. You looked back at Jay to see him beaming a smile at you, noticing now that the people who you had previously slid your way through were some of the guys from AOMG – Simon, Loco Cha Cha; and of course, Jay.

“Do you always offer to pay for strangers drinks? Or is this just your good deed for the year?” you asked coyly as you sipped on the whiskey, feeling it warm your throat as it went down into your belly. Jay chuckled, staring at you intensely and never taking his eyes off you. You had heard he had a reputation for being a “player” – it was no secret that he was of course attractive, you found his tattoos to add to his charm and of course, he looked after his body too. But that wasn’t enough to make you fall for his tacky ‘paying for your drink’ move that he just pulled.

“I don’t do it too often; but when I do, usually I’m not refused.” He chuckled at you, shifting his weight from his feet and tilting his head back a little. He was intrigued by you – usually girls were all over him, so why were you different?

“Well there you go then, there’s a first time for everything” you said as you flashed him a small smile and turning to walk away. As you did, he gently reached out to you, taking a light grasp on your shoulder as he stopped you in your tracks.

“Wait, you don’t know who I am? You’re not even gonna introduce yourself?” he asked you, a look of shock sweeping over his attractive face – his features striking and his eyes alluring.

“Oh I know who you are. But you’re gonna have to try a little harder to get what you want, Jay” you said teasingly, before shrugging his hand off and giving your best walk back to your girlfriends, letting him have a clear view of your ass in the tight dress as you did. Jay sat watching after you, as Simon slung his arm around him and chuckled dryly.

“Damn, she got you good son. Has Jay Park met his match?” he said loudly over the music as the rest of the guys shared knowing glances between themselves. Jay lay back against the counter, gripping his bottle of beer and watching you from across the club as you sat with your friends, completely ignoring him and his entire existence. You knew it hurt his ego – but you were always a push and pull kind of gal; you weren’t going to give it to him that easy.


Before long, you and your girls were finally drunk enough to join the masses on the dance floor. As you began dancing and giggling with your friends, Jay Parks song “You Know” came on in the club – the sexy and sultry beat filling your ears as you swayed back and forth to the beat, moving your hips slowly and running your hands through your hair. It was then you felt two hands snake around your body, over your stomach and down towards your hips. You jumped slightly at the sudden contact, before turning your head around to see Jay, pulling you closer towards his body as he moved in time to the beat with you. You turned around, still dancing with him as you leaned in towards him.

“You’re really not going to give up, huh?” you purred into his ear, your voice soft and velvety. Jay could smell the liquor on your breath along with the smell of your floral perfume filling his nostrils as he put his hands on you once again.

“What do you take me for? You’re interesting. What’s your name?” he said back, dying to know who you were as if you were some kind of great mystery.

“(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).” You replied, not touching him once as you ran your hands up and down your own body as the strobe lights flickered. Jay said your name over in his head as he caught glimpses of your drunken face, your head tilted back with your eyes closed as you felt your body becoming absorbed by the heavy bass of his song. It was then you pushed him back, smiling at him and backing away, never taking your eyes off him as you slowly moved through the crowd. Jay followed you in a trance as time seemed to slow down, the alcohol swarming through his veins and edging him on even more as he watched you present a ‘come hither’ motion with your finger. Simon and Loco watched from the bar as they couldn’t believe how you – who Jay had only met tonight; had gotten him so wrapped around your little finger that he was now following you like a little puppy.

You continued walking through the crowd, coming to the edge of the dance floor to a more quiet part of the club, not even looking back as you knew that Jay was following you. You stopped upon approaching the wall, reaching your hand behind your head and pulling your hair around, exposing your neck. You looked over your shoulder to see Jay, staring at your womanly frame, practically undressing you with his eyes as he felt his member suddenly twitch gently, getting harder at his explicit thoughts of you. He walked closer, before you turned around and backed yourself up against the wall as he trapped you between it, his mouth lingering over yours as you caught glimpses of his toned body through the dim and sultry lights of the club. Jay kept his eyes on you as he ran his hands over your sides, feeling the soft, thin fabric brush against his palms as he ghosted them over your breasts, feeling your nipples harden as you had no bra on, making him smirk slightly.

“No bra? Aren’t you a naughty girl” he whispered, his voice soft and delicate but well controlled as you giggled, music to his ears as he pressed his body against yours, letting you feel his hard manhood on your lower abdomen. You began feeling the space between your legs soak your thong as you imagined how he would feel in side you, his hands gripping your ass as you let him take you in the most animalistic way possible. You placed a finger on his lips, looking into his eyes which were filled with nothing but pure lust and seduction.

“Not here” you moaned gently, further enticing him as he looked to the side and spotted the back entrance which he knew had a hallway which was always empty.

“Over there” he said, taking your hand and whisking you away to the side door, the both of you slipping out unnoticed.


As soon as you were out of view, you slammed Jay against the wall and began kissing him roughly, both shocking him and turning him on beyond belief. It was the first time he had met a girl who took such control as you did, but at the same time you were vulnerable in so many ways too. You pressed your chest against his, reaching your hand down and palming his clothed core, making him groan into your mouth as he fed your ego. You pressed harder, dominating the kiss as you took what you wanted, almost feeling him tremble from your touch as he gripped your body close to his. You ran your hands up and underneath his shirt, feeling his hard abs against your fingertips before pulling the shirt up and over his body and placing your lips on his neck, leaving small pink and purple galaxies in your wake. Jay relished in the feeling of your teeth grazing his skin as he slipped his hands down and slid them under your dress, pushing your legs apart and placing his hands over your soft, clothed mound, feeling how wet you were.

“You’re so wet already, fuck” he growled in your ear, as you stopped your attack on him, letting him take over as he switched places with you, this time your back being against the wall and letting Jay have his way. He continued to kiss you, occasionally biting your lip while he hiked your dress up over your ass and hooked his finger under the small fabric of your thong, running his fingers gently through your fold and spreading your juices up towards your clit, massaging it gently as he elicited soft, breath mewls from you as you panted into his mouth. He pulled back, watching your face as he slid his middle finger inside of you, feeling your walls grip it tightly as he began to pump you at a fast speed; knuckle deep. You gripped his arm as you tensed your entire body against him, watching his eyes bare into your soul as you let small moans fall from your mouth.

“Do you have a condom?” you managed to let out in between laboured breaths.

“Back pocket baby” he cooed into your face, enjoying watching you unravel underneath him. You slipped you hand around into his pocket, feeling the small foil packaging before placing it in your mouth and reaching down to his jeans and almost ripping the buttons clean off them. Jay removed his finger from inside of you, sliding it into his mouth as he lapped your juices up – making you whimper at the sight of him.

“You taste so good, mmh” he moaned teasingly, but you had had enough. You pulled his jeans and boxers down in one go, watching his member spring free. He was average size, but you were surprised at how thick he was as you now imagined him filing you to the brim and stretching you out, making your arousal almost unbearable as he stepped out of his garments and began pumping himself slowly. As you tore open the packet and began to roll it onto his hard cock, he gripped your breasts through the thin material of your dress, kneading them and pinching your nipples, making your body judder at the over stimulation. Jay checked that the condom was on securely, before pressing you back firmly up against the wall and placing his hands around your thighs below your ass and hoisting you into the air. You primitively wrapped your legs around him and gripped his shoulders as he guided himself into the entrance of your sopping sex. You both let out long, drawn out moans as he slid his member deep into your core, feeling every inch of him fill you up. He fitted you like a glove as he began to move deeper and harder, ramming you against the wall as you panted into his ear.

“Fuck you feel amazing baby, ohhh shit” Jay groaned, shutting his eyes closed tight and breathing harder and heavier with every thrust, his hips rolling into yours while gripping your thighs for dear life – so hard that you were sure he would leave nice little marks for you the next morning. You put your arms under his shoulders and began dragging your nails down his back, making him hiss and that contact and ram into you harder – reaching your little spot of heaven deep within you every time. It was then you felt Jay’s member begin to twitch inside of you, filling the condom with his seed as his orgasm began to wash over him. He moaned your name, but you couldn’t help feel hard done by. At least with your ex, he always to bring you to your end first before he let himself become undone. You rolled your eyes as Jay began to slow down and let you drop to the floor, rolling the soiled condom off himself and tying it before placing it on the ground.

Just as you sighed and began pulling your dress down over your legs, you felt Jays hand grab the back of your hair and bend you over the large crate that sat beside the both of you.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he growled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you felt beads of sweat begin to form on your forehead. He gripped your hair harder, learning over your back as you let out a whimper, squirming underneath him and spreading your legs further. Jay moved back, getting down on his knees and observing your open holes and he spread your ass cheeks and running the flat of his tongue over both of your openings, making you moan in both shock and pleasure.

“That’s it (Y/N), moan for me. Let me hear your voice baby” he hummed into your soft skin, before moving your body back towards him, granting him more access to all of you as he attacked your clit with his tongue, rubbing it back and forward and drinking you down. Without any warning, he slammed two of his fingers inside of you, producing lewd sounds that filled the air along with your uncontrollable moaning as your legs began to shake from his penetration. It all became too much as you felt something that you had never felt before. Complete ecstasy built itself up in parts of you that you didn’t know existed, as you tried to hold it back for the fear of the unknown.

“Let go baby, it feels good right? Just let it go” Jay said reassuringly as he put all of his strength from his arm, pumping into you at an alarming rate. Upon hearing his words, you let your body relax as much as it could, before feeling your orgasm hit you like a 3 tonne truck. You couldn’t stop the screams that fell from your mouth as you felt yourself squirting over Jay’s hand has he continued to pump you and make you ride out your intense high.

“That’s it baby, fuck you’re so sexy, good girl” he moaned, encouraging you and making you feel less embarrassed as your sweet nectar dripped down your thighs and his arm. He slowed down with your body naturally, as the convulsions of your orgasm came to a slow and steady stop, before he stood up and pulled you back into his arms, looking at your fucked out, post orgasm face.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he said seriously, looking into your eyes with concern. You let out a small chuckle, putting your arms around him as he lifted you up to sit on the crate to get you off your feet in fear you would collapse.

“Yes…I’m fine but…that’s the first time that I ever…uhm…you know” you replied sheepishly, your cheeks turning red as Jay couldn’t help but find you completely adorable as he rested his forehead against yours, smiling and looking into your eyes.

“I bet there’s a lot of things you haven’t ever done, hmm?” his voice as soft, but sensual as you ran your hands along his body, a little damp from sweat. Jay kissed your forehead, before leaning back and retrieving his clothes before getting dressed and returning between your legs, smiling at you devilishly with his cheeky grin.

“What?” you giggled, cocking your head to the side and wondering what was on his mind. Jay placed his hands on your hips once more, before leaning into your ear and making you bite your lip and widen your eyes at his words, his tone laced with lust and desire.

“Why don’t you come home with me and I can show you all the things you’ve never done before?”

Here Comes a New Challenger!

¡Prepáranse para algo electrificante! 

¡Adorado público! Hoy les venimos a presentar al nuevo integrante de LaughDrew Films: Nage, el Zorro. 

¿Cuál es su papel en éste AU? Toda caricatura funciona de mejor manera cuando hay un verdadero antagonista creando problemas a nuestros héroes, ¿No es así? Nage es el personaje perfecto para cumplir dicho rol. Así pues, en las aventuras de Bendy, Boris & Chrystal éste pillo se encargará de hacer rabiar aún más a Bendy, ya que todo tipo de maldades le esperan en éste largo recorrido. 


Brace yourselves once more! 

Ladies and Gentlemen, we proudly come to you to present you our new guest of LaughDrew Films: Nage the Fox. 

What does he do? Well, every cartoon works in a better way when there’s a villain giving some troubles to our heroes, isn’t it? Nage is the chosen one to make this happen! In Bendy, Boris & Chystal’s adventures this little rogue is ready to bother Bendy in a whole new level because just a path full of “danger” is awaiting for him. 

¡No se preocupen! A pesar de que la rivalidad entre Nage y Bendy trasciende incluso en su convivencia en la vida diaria el zorro logra adaptarse al equipo, volviendo de éste trio un cuarteto sin igual. La desaprobación del diablillo más patente que nunca, pero aprende a vivir con ello. 


Don’t fret, however! Even when Nage and Bendy’s rivalry is something the staff comes to see in their routine life, the fox manages to integrate to the team, turning in a funny quartet full of surprises! Much to Bendy’s dissaproval, but he somehows learns how to deal with it. 

Let’s give Nage a warm welcome, don’tcha? 

ENJOY~! 

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Mommy’s Day

Title: Mommy’s Day

Author: @jensen-jarpad

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 756

Summary: Dean and his daughter prepare a special Mother’s day for the reader!

Warnings: None… just pure fluff!

A/N: Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom’s out there! Hope you enjoy this fic

Feedback is always appreciated! ❤


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Read It, Doll

BUCKY BARNES X READER

Happy 100th Birthday, Bucky

@bucky-plums-barnes proposed a little writing game to celebrate the 100th anniversary of James Buchanan Barnes. This is kink #54: Writing a smut fic to each other and reading it to them.

Join ‘100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday’

A/N: I think I must say this is my very first smut, so some feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Warnings: smut, oral sex.

Words: 1536. 

MASTERLIST


“Hey, doll?” Bucky calls as he walks to the couch and plops down next to you, his muscular arm around your frame and pulling you closer to him. You close your book and look at the object in his hands: your notebook. Your smut notebook.

Your eyes open wide. “Where did you get that?”

“I was in my bag and I’ve never see it,” he shrugs. Then looks at you, his pupils blown and licks his lips slowly. “There are some pretty interesting things here, doll.”

“You think?”

His left hand comes to your waist. His fingers caress you through your clothing, but not even the fabric can keep the cold sensation from you.

“Mmhm,” Bucky nods. He dips his head to bury his face in your neck. His hot breath sends shivers all over your body and you let out a sigh. He places an open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive skin behind your left ear. “In fact,” his voice is low and husky, your stomach flips at the sound, “If you want,” he kisses your jaw, “We can,” he kisses the top of your neck, “Try some things,” he kisses your throat, “You wrote,” then he kisses your right shoulder. His lips decent in a wet trail to the valley between your breasts.

You hiss as his hot tongue darts out to lick a firm trail on your right breast, damn too near your nipple, but purposely keeping his distance from it. Only to drive you crazy.

“I’d love that.”

It is all you had to say before his hands travel through your body, an arm around your back and the other behind your knees. Bucky raises from the couch, a grin on his lips. You smile back and wrap your arms around his neck. He walks soundly to the bedroom, where he stops at the center and sets you down, and not letting go of you. Bucky clings to your waist, not letting your body away more than the necessary for you to talk looking into each other’s eyes. He extends his hand, asking for your notebook. You place it on his open palm.

Bucky opens the notebook, but you take it back before he can start reading.

“I’ll choose.”

He grins, his other arm circling your waist again, “Please do, doll.”

You don’t hesitate. You know exactly which smutty fanfic you want to become real.

You take your time to find the right page though, your fingers lingering on each page you touch, your tongue licking your lips that were partly open. When Bucky’s own tongue wets his lips, your knee creeps up, touching the inside of his thighs.

Bucky closes his eyes and inhales sharply. He growls, “[Y/n], have your found the page yet?”

“Humm,” you touch your fingertips with your tongue and flip to the next page, his pupils covers almost all the blue of his irises. “Here,” you hand it to him.

He detangles one hand from you, takes the notebook and reads. “He lays me down on the bed, my head rests on his pillow as he slowly removes my clothes.” Bucky smiles at you and, even though your cheeks have a little blush from the situation, you smile back. He places the notebook on the headboard.

“I have my instructions, doll. Now relax.”

Bucky gently pushes your back until your knees hit the mattress. With both hands on your back, Buck helps you lay down. He places his pillow under your head. His palms roam your skin from your jaw down your waist until he reaches your ankles, where he rests his left hand as the other reaches for the book. You sigh happily. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as uncomfortable as you initially thought.

He removes your shoes and socks, giving each foot a quick rub before setting them on the mattress again. His hands inch up to the hem of your pants, where he works on the button and slid it down your legs, his lips breathing a hot line right after his metal hand.

Bucky is on top of you, shirtless now, with his hands – cold and warm - pushing your shirt up. The sudden and constant difference of temperature draw a moan from your mouth. He uses the strong muscles in his arms to lower his torso to breathe a chuckle in your unclad lower stomach. He rises and continues his work, your raise your arms to help him.

As your bra has a frontal clasp, there is no problem. He takes if off you and tosses it over his shoulder. Bucky caresses your breasts with his fingers, his thumbs quickly massaging your hard nipples and you squirm for a moment. Once again, his palms traces your body from top to bottom, but this time, his mouth places open-mouthed kisses right after his hands. Your eyes close and you sigh again.

He reads, “Once his steel eyes focused on my naked body, his hands separate my legs and he plays like only he knows with my pussy. Doll, prepare yourself.”

You don’t have time to before he lowers himself to your center, depart your thighs with his hands, placing them on his shoulders, your knees lightly bent, and his teeth graze over your core before nipping at them. His hands stroke your smooth skin wherever it can find. He doesn’t warn you before his tongue licks a thick stripe from your opening to your clit.

His long hair tickles your lower stomach, goosebumps tingling all over your body. His tongue starts bouncing your clit, his tongue playing with it.

Your back arches and your hands grab a hold of the sheets.

“Bucky,” you whimper, breathing hard, eyes closing.

His mouth parts from you so he could say, “Read something, doll.”

You scramble through the sheets to found the notebook, opening it at a random page with a yellow sticker (which were your favorites).

His thumb goes up to my breast,” you wheeze, “his thumb finding the swollen nipple almost instantly. He keeps sucking and using his tongue on my bundle of nerves.”

His warm hand does as told, making you mumble. “James.”

He groans, “Doll, your time to read.”

“What?”

Bucky reaches into the drawer in his nightstand and takes a leather-covered notebook from it. He arches one eyebrow while a sly smile dances on his lips, “You think you’re the only one who writes?”

You hurriedly get it from his hands and open. Your eyes widen. You thought you wrote a lot, but boy, does he have more written fanfics than you do.

“Choose one,” he moans, his mouth kissing down your legs.

You glance over page by page, scamming the words quickly, trying to find one that pleases you. It is so hard to choose, perhaps because they’re so good, and detailed, perhaps because you want to make them all true, and Bucky’s touches on your core with his narrow fingers are not helping you focus. At. All.

So you settle on the last one. Your eyes blurry for a second as he sucks a breath on your clit, and you squirm as his tongue spreads your wetness around you.

She moans as I squeeze her thigs with one hand as the other goes under her leg to hold her stomach. She can’t stop squirming,” you breathe, “Are you a psychic or something?”

Bucky lets out a chuckle, his hot breath tickling your folds. Your feet curl as your back arches once again. His human hand goes under your leg and his hand keeps you still by pressing firmly and gently on your stomach. His metal hand squeezes and caresses your thigh, pressing a certain spot behind your knee. The cold sensation on burning hot skin make you writhe beneath him.

He moans into you and you cry his name, intertwining your fingers into his shaggy hair, pulling at it lightly.

His tongue trails back to your clit, circling around it. Then he moves lower and thrusts into you slowly. His hands firlmy pressing your breast and thigh, his mouth devouring you… It takes no time for you to come undone. His hands travel to your hips, keeping you still as you squiggle.

When Bucky looks up, he decides he is blessed by such a vision. Your eyes are closed tightly, your hair all over the – his – pillow, your chest moving wildly as you breath hard, your breast jumping as you tremble with the overwhelming sensation his touches provide. A sheen of sweat covers your skin, mixing with his own. You are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

Once your climax dies down, you glance at the screen in your phone, pressing the home button to light the screen up. 00:03.

“Hey, Buck?” you call, your voice hoarse, as your fingers card his long hair.

Bucky closes his eyes and hums in acknowledgement.

“Happy birthday.”        

His smile stretches across his face, “Thank you for my present.”

“There’s plenty more coming, Sergeant.”

“Oh yeah?” he uses his arms to hover over you.

“Bucky,” you plead, opening your eyes, “Fuck me.”

If there is one thing in the world Bucky doesn’t need instructions, besides killing people, is how to make you see stars.


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For Now, Forever, For Always

Pairing: Jim x Reader

Word Count: 1646

Warnings: A little angst. Mostly fun banter and fluff

A/N: To the anon who requested the Bones angst and the anon that requested a sequel to Seeing Double, I promise I’m working on both of those!!! I haven’t forgotten about you guys and they’ll both be coming up soon. Also look who made a fancy header image for this fic instead of doing homework B) 

If there was one thing you prided yourself on, it was your ability to give the perfect gift, moving people to tears with your thoughtfulness on more than one occasion. Even Spock got misty-eyed when you gave him a handmade terrarium replica of Old Vulcan with his mother’s initials engraved on the bottom. The one person you could never figure out, though, was James Tiberius Kirk.

You thought he’d be the easiest, settling for an antique remote-controlled motorcycle he could drive around the bridge. You were almost shaking with excitement when you gave it to him for Christmas but two years had passed and it had yet to leave the shelf in his quarters. You switched up your game for his birthday, opting for a classier holoframe that displayed pictures you’d collected over your time on the Enterprise. His eyes lit up when you gave it to him, but three months later when he finally invited you to his quarters for dinner for the first time, you noticed the batteries had died and he hadn’t replaced them.

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Visitor

She comes every night at 3am, and stays for ten minutes or so.

She’s never late, or absent. Her entrance is announced by a creak in the door and a shiver down my spine.

When she visits she murders all sound that isn’t her. Her footsteps echo in dead silence as she tip-toes around my room.

She doesn’t hurt me; quite the opposite, actually.

She tucks in the edges of my bed. She puts away my clothes. She blows out my candles. She acts like a mother and sounds like a friend, but I know better.

I don’t open my eyes when she visits. Not ever. Something tells me that would be very bad.

But in a way I do see her, or at least, a part of her; a lesser image burned into my mind by someone else. Her face is all wrong. I see rows of sharp teeth where her eyes should be, and two vertical slits ripped down her cheeks that flutter as she breathes. Her skin is slipping off under her aproned frock, but there’s no blood. Her body had been drained of it years ago.

I started leaving things untidy, because if there’s nothing to clean, she stands by my bedside.

And she watches me.

I can hear her irregular breathing; a sharp death rattle that makes me lose faith in religion. She’s never hurt me, but I can feel an ancient evil present when she’s around.

Ten minutes later, she’s gone again, and my bedroom is significantly more presentable. When daylight comes, I immediately dismantle her work.

For tomorrow night.

The Lost Years

Title: The Lost Years

Characters: Reader, Sam, and Dean

Word Count: 2,000

Warning: So much fluff you may get a cavity

A/N: These boys deserve the world, and they deserve a childhood. If I was able to, this is what I would give them. Enjoy!


Doing a final check of the room, you jumped when the boys slammed the Bunker door.

“Y/N! What happened? Why can’t we get into the garage?”

“Give me a minute!” Walking into the library you were met with very unamused hunters, drenched from the rain. “Oh, didn’t realize it was going to rain today. Sorry!”

“What did you do to the garage?”

“Relax Dean, I just needed you guys out of there for a bit. I’ll grab you some towels, just stay here!”

Sam and Dean exchanged confused glances as you jogged down the hallway to the closet. The boys were shaking out their layers when you came back.

“Alright, dry off, and then we gotta start moving! Lots to do!”

“What? Y/N, we’re so tired. And-”

“Sam, I promise, this will be worth it. We have six events to hit!”

Dean groaned, dropping his towel on the map table as Sam finished drying his hair. Grabbing both of their hands you led them down the hallway to the first door.

“Alright, tonight, we reclaim some of the lost years of Winchester boys. Follow me.”

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2p FACE with s/o who won't go to sleep unless they go to bed with them.

2p!France/Francois Bonnefoy- Begrudgingly he will stay over at your place sometimes but it’s easier if you just come over. It means he doesn’t have to pack clothes, smoke outside and shit. Plus then he can do more of what he pleases. But you still get hat you want/need.  

2p!America/Allen Jones- No problem there! You can alternate whose place you stay at, that’s fine. It might even get him to clean his a little more often since it should be presentable when you come over. It’s nice having someone want so badly to curl up and sleep with you. 

2p!Canada/Matthew Williams- Well…if that’s really, really what you want…he can do it sometimes, but not every night. After all he does like to have some breathing room sometimes. But most nights it’s fine to stay over and be close to one another.  

2p!England/Oliver Kirkland- Yes! that would be great! It’s like having a long sleepover! And he can always make sure you get a great breakfast, have a decent start to the day! On top of all those bonuses he gets to sleep with you every night! How didn’t he think of doing this first…