reader i came

Real Life.

Description: After months of pining over a cam girl, Spencer gets left alone at a bar in an unfamiliar town and spots his fantasy woman. Only she’s not fantasy anymore, no pink lingerie and camera pointed low, this time she was real and even more beautiful.

A/N: Happy NSFW Sunday! I promised to post this fic a long time ago but it got totally lost in all the other cool stuff I was doing. This is the second part to my fic Lolita so go check that one out first if you want some smutty backstory!

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Imperfect Pair (03)

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook, Reader x Taehyung

Word Count:  10.2k

Genre: Angst, ArrangedMarriage!AU

A/n: Hello! If you are willing to share, I would like to know who you like more after reading it, Taehyung or Jungkook? Thank you! 

Series: 01 |02 |03 |04 |05 |Epilogue

Description: The government is in charge of matching everyone up with a partner, the person they believe you are the most compatible with. You get assigned Jungkook, who looks perfect on his profile and even more perfect in person. You are later reminded however, that perfection does not exist, and not everything in life will go as planned.

               You sat across from him, a dark coffee in front of him and a hot chocolate in front of you. You wrapped your hands around your cup, warming your hands as breeze passed. You were hidden in a corner of the coffee shops patio, the only place you could find nearby that would allow you to sit and talk with some privacy. The inside was warm and buzzing with people, a place you would have been more comfortable, but you both knew that your conversation wasn’t one someone could overhear. You looked up at him, his eyes looking down at the dark wood of the table.

               “Are you going to say anything?” you asked, clearing your throat. He looked up at you, his lips slightly parted and his eyes wide. He had said he would explain everything to you, but you had yet to hear that explanation.

               “I’ve been trying to come up with a way to explain myself myself…,” he said, trailing off as his eyes returned back to the table. You lifted your cup to your lips, taking a sip of the sweet liquid, waiting for him to continue. He picked up a napkin and began to fold it up, trying to occupy himself with something else, as if it would help him get out of it.

               “And?” you asked, a little amused at his nervousness. You didn’t want to find it funny, but you did. If you were him, you would be nervous too, but he had no reason to be. It hadn’t been long after finding out about him and Jade that you had decided you would move on without causing any issues, even though those issues would only really be for him.

               “And I don’t know how,” he admitted, the anxiety leaking from his voice. You nodded, thankful that you felt in control of the situation. You thought back on the events of the past two days, wondering how they days had managed to feel much longer than they actually were. Maybe it was because before every day had been the same. You stuck to a routine, one that had worked for the time being, but one that you no longer needed. More had happened in the last two days than had happened in the last couple of years, and despite how little it actually was, it felt like you were living, and you liked it, even with the bad it brought you.

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Lisa’s Daughter

So at work I always turn Supernatural on in the break room. It’s on TNT for 3 hours Monday-Friday & right now they’re in late season 6 with Ben & Lisa. I was watching it today & was like WHAT IF LISA HAD LIKE A 4 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER WHEN ALL THIS WENT DOWN. The following is what down in my mind.

Originally posted by livingthegifs

-You were super shy at first but quickly warmed up to the new man living in the house.

-Lisa was worried what Dean would do at first when you would come in to sleep with her when you had nightmares, however he always invited you to stay with them and would hold you until you fell back asleep.

-Dean would wake up early with you and together you’d make breakfast on the weekends, usually you pretending to help while munching on the food.

-Dean would take you to the park and be crazy protective of you while you played.

-The first time you accidentally called him “daddy” he froze and you thought you did something wrong.

-So many nicknames, babygirl, sweetheart, princess, just to name a few.

-You’d stand on a box between Dean and Ben while Dean taught your brother how to fix cars.

-When your family stayed with Bobby while Dean dealt with the djinn you told Bobby after you ate his last popsicle, “Don’t worry, my daddy will be back soon and we can go home.” (which nearly broke Bobby’s heart)

-Cried when Dean went on the road with Sam.

-”Daddy why you gotta leave us like our other daddy did?”

-Talking to Dean nightly while he was away.

-Sleeping with Ben every night because you thought the monsters were going to come back and get you.

-So excited when you saw Dean in the hallway that night, but became instantly scared of him when he pushed Ben into the wall.

-Told the demons who took you, Ben, and your mom that Dean was gonna save you.

-”I don’t wanna be you guys when my dad gets here.”

-Clung onto the back of his shirt while he carried your mom out of the warehouse.

-Dean held you in his arms while you sat in the waiting room at the hospital, telling you that Lisa was going to be alright.

-”You aren’t gonna leave us again, right daddy?”

Hips Don’t Lie

I stood there, smiling wide, as I watched my husband break out the best dad moves he had in his repertoire.

As the song beat on and those sinful hips swayed from side to side, I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder to a similar moment just nights ago.

There were a couple key differences.

There were no flashing lights.

It was only Jensen and I.

There were no clothes involved.

And let me tell you, seeing those hips swing freely like that, no burdensome clothes obscuring the view. That’ll do things to a girl.

Dreadfully wonderful things.

Those bare hips, moving sensually towards me. Those thick, bow legs torturing me with their movements. His soft, yet defined stomach, rolling with each step. His broad shoulders and biceps stretching and flexing as he cornered me. My breath quick, my body aching to be touched.

Then he grabbed my naked hips, pulling me into his warmth, slowly encouraging my body to move in time with his. Our bodies knew exactly how to move together.

Let’s just say, it didn’t take long for things to escalate. It didn’t take long before those hips were rolling on top of mine, showing me just how well they could move as long as I begged.

“Hey there beautiful,” Jensen’s voice sounded, breaking me out of my memory. “You look all worked up,” he noted, swaying his hips dangerously as he grabbed mine, guiding me along with him.

“Well, if you’d cut that shit out, I wouldn’t be ready to jump you in front of all those people,” I whispered, locking eyes with his.

“Oh you mean like this,” he said, grabbing my hips, rolling them against his, his hand pressed firmly at the small of my back, pushing me into his hardness.

“You’re lucky we’re back stage,” I moaned, my fingers brushing the fine hairs at the nape of his neck as my lips met his.

“How about we find somewhere a little more private the second this panel is over?” He suggested when my lips were swollen and red.

“You read my mind, Jense,” I breathed against his mouth, pushing him away from me. “Get going so we can get going,” I smirked, raising my eyebrows suggestively.

He pulled me to him once more, his lips crashing to mine hungrily.

“Yes ma'am,” he growled. “I think it’s time for the last question,” he said, heading back on stage.

The music started, and Jensen’s voice rang out with Rob’s. I pulled myself together, waiting patiently to drag my husband back to our room, those hips and what they were capable of the only thing on my mind.

Dating Pietro Maximoff Would Involve:
  • Being called Sokovian nicknames 24/7
  • Him shirtless all the time
  • You only in your panties and one of his shirts all the time
  • The two of you trying to cook dinner but always ending up having sex on the counter
  • You often finding yourself on your shared bed with Pietro on top of you before you could even blink
  • Staying up all night chatting
  • Him doing everything he can to spoil the hell out of you
  • You giving him massages after his missions/trainings
  • Having movie nights that end up in the bedroom
  • Him never keeping his hands off you, even in public
  • Him kissing you in front of everyone to show them you are his
  • You always teasing him
  • Him always teasing you
  • You playing with his hair all the time
  • Him often tickling you because he loves hearing you laugh
  • Always giving each other hickies
  • You two fighting over silly things but always ending up having sex
  • Dancing together
  • You dancing for him
  • “I am not going to leave you.”
  • Getting drunk together
  • You becoming really close friends with Wanda
  • Waking up to find Pietro watching you, smiling
  • Him coming up behind you and pulling you into his arms, kissing your neck everytime you talk with a guy
  • Girls being all over him but him pushing them away, “Sorry ladies, I am already taken. I suggest you leave, she can bite.”
  • Having lazy days where the two of you just cuddle in the bed
  • Sharing earphones
  • Taking care of Clint’s kids together
  • Two of you pranking others
  • Him kissing your neck to make you talk to him when you give him the silent treatment
  • Him making sure you know you’re beautiful, he reminds you 10 times a day
  • Being everyone’s OTP
  • Lots of silly selfies
  • “But you love me.”
  •  Always making each other laugh
  • Lots of vacations
  • “That dress would look even better on the floor.”
  • Beard burn
  • Slow, passionate sex
  • Rough sex
  • Kinky sex
  • Him tying you up
  • You tying him up
  • More sex
  • Just wonderful sex in general
  • Lots of ripped clothes
  • Him making you scream his name and making sure everyone hears it
  • Dirty talk in Sokovian because he knows you love it
  • You wearing blue/silver lingerie for him
  • No one being able to dare laying a hand on you because they know he would kill them on the spot
I Came Back

Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, couple of nameless OCs

Word count: 600-ish

Warnings: Bit of angst, drinking, bit of fluff

A/N: This is my contribution to @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps Steph’s 500+ Followers and Birthday Challenge I hope this time I’m right with the deadline lol

Unbetad. So yeah, mistakes…

Song Prompt: She’s Not You by Elvis

[Feedback’s the best way to show your love] Tags under the cut.

I Came Back


The bartender places a fresh bottle and re-fills your glass as you asked. “It’s on the house,” he adds at your quizzical look.

He’s wearing a flirty smirk and his eyebrows are up. You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Thanks though,” you smile politely taking a swing of your free beer.

With a sigh you tap the wooden countertop with tingling fingers, following the rhythm of the 80’s one-hit-wonder playing in the background. The ugly guy that’s been eyeing you for past hour gathers enough courage to sit on the barstool next to yours. Helping your decision of going back to the motel after this one last drink.

But before you can even hop off your sit the door of the pub opens and in comes a tall guy. A hot, tall guy. A hot, tall guy you know a little too well. A hot, tall guy, you know a little too well, own your heart and is the reason you’re getting drunk right now.

You don’t turn around, not even when you hear his low raspy voice as he kicks ugly stinky guy out of his sit.

“Beat it.” It’s like a growl and then the dragging of the metal legs around the dirty concrete floor.

Through the mirror at the back wall you observe carefully as he licks his lips, grazing his lower one with white teeth and stares at you.

“Still here,” he asks after a minute or two.

You just shrug and take another sip of beer. “Had fun?” Is your turn to make a dumb question.

His eyebrows knit in confusion, you roll your eyes. “With big-boobed blondie!”   

Dean scoffs and your eyes finally meet his. “What you think… you think me and-”

“I don’t need to know’er name,” you interrupt with one hand up. Downing your whiskey in one final big chug, you shudder and slip off the barstool.  

“Look, I get it. We’re not together anymore-”

“Only because you wanted t-”

“I know! Anyways… I don’t need you to rub your one night stands in my face.” With two finger on your temple you salute him and turn to leave.

Dean has your old beer in hand, so you assume he’s just sticking around until he finish it before he heads back.

“Y/N. Wait!” The loud stomping of his boots accompany his voice.

You stop only when you’re already outside and wait for him to get to you. “What?”

He looks down at you with a sad smile and sighs. “I just need you to know I didn’t. I didn’t sleep with her.” His hands move to your arms and his thumbs caress the naked skin of your forearms.

“You want me to believe that after all that flirting and touching,” -you shudder again at the memory- “you didn’t sleep with her.That Dean Winchester, let the hottest woman in the bar tonight, just walk away and didn’t- ”

Plump soft lips against yours stop every sound coming from your mouth. And like something you’d been doing all your life and never stopped, you kiss him back. Leaning your body to his, sucking in the heat emanating from him. Fisting the rough fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer to you. Parting your lips to allow his sweet tongue to meet yours.

His big hands roam your body, settling in the back of your head; fingers tangling in your hair and on your lower back; pulling you impossibly closer to him, letting you know how much you still excite him.

Only when your lungs burn for air you break the kiss and take a big ragged breath.

“I came back for her,” Dean whispers and you just blink no knowing what he’s talking about. “I came back to take the hottest woman back to my room with me.”

“What? But she was-”

“No,” he sweetly drags a few stranded hairs behind your ear and cups your cheek. “She wasn’t you.”

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Biscuit | Alfie Solomons

This was just going to be a snippet but i love dogs so much it turned into a full blown essay. Also, I feel like this is the same girl from ‘The Messenger Boy’ imagine.

“Alf… you’ve got a dog.”

“I do love, yeah.” Alfie half mumbled in return with a toothbrush lodged in his mouth. You could smell the peppermint from where you leant in the doorframe. He was half dressed and there was a dog sat to his side turning its head with every movement Alfie made.

“Since when.”

“Oh, ages.”

“Ages? Was he here when I stayed over last?”

“Yeah, love, he was, yeah.”

“Why didn’t I see him?”

“Oh, he comes and goes as he pleases, don’t he.”

“… so he ain’t your dog?”

“No, he is, right. He just lets ‘imself in an’ out.”

You looked at Alfie a little baffled as he leant down to spit out toothpaste and rinse the sink.

“What’s his name then?”

“Biscuit.”

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Imagine: 

Living in the apartment across from Bucky Barnes. 

••• Requested by Anon •••

You weren’t sure whether or not this was worse than that one time your friend had made you listen to ‘What’s New Pussycat?’ by Tom Jones seven times in a row. Music had been blasting from across the hall all day, a lot of the songs dating as far back as the 1920s, but the record player that your neighbor must have been playing it from seemed to have become stuck on one particular song; ‘Seems Like Old Times’ by Vaughn Monroe.

By the third run through, you had made up your mind. Throwing off your blanket, you got up from the couch in front of the TV, grabbed a robe and headed straight out of your apartment.

“Oi, I know you’re in there!” You called, rapping your knuckles on the painted wood of your neighbor’s door. “Would you mind changing the tune? That song is super depressing and I don’t appreciate it being played on repeat, y’know?”

You heard the thundering of footsteps, the scratch of the record player and suddenly the door was swung open. Looking up in surprise, you faced your neighbor of the first time since he had moved in.

By his taste in music, you had thought him to be an older chap, not a young, insanely handsome bloke with luscious locks and the most gorgeous eyes you had ever seen.

“Sorry,” He said, running a hand through his hair, “I was a bit distracted and didn’t realize it was still playing. It’s not suppose to do that.”

“Ah…” You began, letting out a breathy chuckle, “It’s fine. No harm done.”

alternate realities would still lead me to you [peter maximoff]

a/n: omg can u believe I’m alive!!!!

rating: little bit of swearing maybe slight m but nothing too bad ok here’ s some soft peter for you all @fandomiteen @emmcfrxst @estrcllas @brownvalerie @alexsunmners

p.s thanks for the people who ddnt unfollow bless you


The bullets ricochet off the wall behind you as you throw yourself onto the floor, wincing as your body hits the gravel. When the tell tale sound of the last bullet rings out, you pounce. Pulling yourself up from the floor you hold out your hand. The familiar energy grows in your hand, and the men barely have time to yell a warning before you throw. The explosion of your energy rocks the ground, leaving blue scorch marks and about twenty unconscious men behind you. Sprinting to the checkpoint, you spare a single thought not based on your survival: for Peter. As you run you hear a whistle and your instincts kick in, making you hit the floor for the second time in five minutes. The knife flies over you, bouncing off the wall to land only a few centimetres from your hand. You’re about to strike when the soldier lets out a cry of pain and flies back several feet, dragged by a silver whirlwind.

Peter. Of course.

Pulling yourself up, you glance towards Peter, quickly assessing him. A nasty cut on his face and a couple of scratches on his hands but other than that, he’s fine. You internally sigh in relief, schooling your features to avoid the raw relief showing on your face.

“You know I had that, right?”

He doesn’t answer you, just grins cheekily, and before you can say ‘shit’ he grabs you by the waist and then you’re with the rest of the team, feeling quite sick.

Hank smiles at you apologetically and proceeds to address the rest of the team,

“They must’ve expected we were coming. They doubled their guards: Scott and Jubilee weren’t able to get in and retrieve the information.”

Grinning a little, you reach into your pocket, pulling out the drive that holds all the information you need.

“This,” you smile, “is why I had to take a detour.”


At three o clock in the morning, Peter is pacing the floors of the mansion, his mind running almost as fast as his feet. As he runs into the kitchen, he sees you, half slumped on the table, although you raise a hand in greeting. He’s never seen you with such dark circles under your eyes.

“You okay?” he says almost hesitantly, sliding into the seat opposite you. You raise a hand, letting tendrils of blue energy weave between your fingers.

“I was just thinking, you know, of how everything was before I found out about my mutation, before I came here.”

“I guess a lot of things were different then, huh?” he says softly.

“They sure were. Not necessarily better, but easier.”

You pause, looking him dead in the eye when you speak,

“I wouldn’t have met some people I now couldn’t live without.”

Peter’s mouth widens with realisation and then he blushes, refusing to meet your gaze. The blush disappears just as quickly as it came, and his hand is shaking a little when he cups your cheek.

“This is what you meant, right?”

Rolling your eyes, you lean forward. The kiss is barely there but it’s enough to have his eyelashes fluttering. If you look a little closer, you can see the beginnings of tears in his eyes.

“Peter, I-”

“Please just kiss me again.”

You press your lips to his, this time applying more pressure. He lets out a strangled groan, and then you’re on the sofa, Peter beneath you.

“I’m in love with you.”

He’s crying now, you can see the tears clearly. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close.

“I love you too.”

Witnesses (Jeff/Mads/Mull)

Words: 3000+

Warnings: A lot of cussing

A/N: This is kind of like a prologue? I wanted you all to see the dynamic between the three and the reader, to see if you like it :D


You pulled your bag over your shoulder, waiting for your friends to arrive. You glanced at your clock, sighing. They were already fifteen minutes late. As you typed away on your phone, you heard a loud bang. You jumped, looking up to see your friend Hercules Mulligan. He was grinning, showing you his bright smile. You sighed, putting your phone in your pocket.

“Thanks for scaring the hell out of me. You’re late, you know.” He glanced at his watch.

“No, you’re just early.” He plopped down next to you, swinging his arm around your shoulder. You pushed it away, and he pouted. “Come on, Y/N, don’t be like that.”

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It was finally quite for you - home again, home again, you sang this to yourself as you slip off your shoes within the front door entrance area. Taking a third shift job is really taxing; sure, being able to ride the city streets with next to no traffic is great, but always around 3AM you find yourself hating such a boring desk job as sleep begins to attack you.
Shuffling your way into the living room you saw something that nearly brought a tear to your eyes.

Spread out upon the longest couch within the living room was Papyrus, in nothing but his black tank top - that hang off his boney figure just perfect and sweats that seem to hug his hips bones in almost a teasing way.
You let a please purr escape you as you beheld the glory that is your boyfriend.

“Heh, seems like my lil'kitten’s home” He yawn as he stretches, you could hear some of his joints pop.

You give him a tire chuckle, “Damn dude, how long you’ve been out here on the couch.”

The question seems to bring a realization to his half mast sockets, “heh, long enough that Sans already left for his job.” He give you his famous lax smirk.

“Someone fell asleep” you tease with a smile towards him, then you light panic hit you, “Oh, wait did you JUST fell asleep, aw pappy m'sorry for waking ya.”

He chuckle, a deep sound from his chest that always made you so at ease, you could feel the tension melt away in your shoulders.

“C’mon kiddo, I ain’t worry about that. I’m happy to wake up to ya,” he rase a bone brow as you let out a long yawn, “Even though you seem dog tired, you alright there, kiddo?”

“Dear goodness, I am” you admit as you slipped off the outer jacket of your business outfit.

The sound of bones and fabric rustling and rattling cause you to bring your attention to the lax skeleton, arms out stretch toward you he gave you a soft smile.

“C’mere kiddo.”

Your smile warm along your face, a shy chuckle left you. Now, you are not a petite flower the bone brothers always treat you as, you are on the round side – chubby.

“Pappy, you know I’m a sooch too big to share the couch.”

“Then lay on top of me.”

“Papyrus, I’m too heavy.”

“Love, you take me too lightly. M’bones are way sturdier and stronger than you think.”

With a defeated sigh from you and a victorious smirk from the rather tall skeleton, you now found yourself awkwardly clamoring on top of Papyrus. You were nervous, it’s not like, your first time snuggling or anything – it’s just, you fear that he might be like the others from your past love life; often starting just like this but ending with an ‘you’re too big’.

After a few,

“S-sorry”

And

“Are you okay?”

From you, the both of you found a position that is quite cozy. One hand cup behind his skull – somewhat supported by the arm rest. His long body lay, nearly melting into the couch. You lay on top of him, your larger form draped on him like a soft warm comforter. Papyrus’ other hand relax on the middle of your back, you could feel him drawing tiny circles with his index finger – from time to time.
You lightly chuckle into the makeshift pillow you created with folded arms upon his broad chest.

“Heh, what?” His lax sockets looks down at you with a smile within his teeth.

“Tickles.”

“Oops, my bad, kiddo”

He put a pause to his doodling digits on your back and let your body settle in the moment.

This is perfect, the sound of the clock on the wall ticking and counting away the seconds that pass, seem to sync with the beating of your heart. Papyrus took notice of this and couldn’t help but become more astounded by this amazing body of yours.

He could feel the expansion and deflation of your chest as your breathing slowed, he felt how the stress and ache of the world seem to disappear around your soul. Your soul feels so warm and so cl I send like this, he wish so badly to let his soul reach out to yours – but as of right now, no, right now its time for you to rest and relax.
…..
Why does your body have to be so soft, warm and perfect.

Papyrus squeeze your back, softly. This was enough to stir you out of a slumber you had not known you fallen into. You shift and steeply open your eyes, his gentle grip on your back ease away.

“Sorry, babe, did I wake ya?”

You shook your head, giving him an answer along with trying to wake up.

“Sleepy.” You state in a drowsy manner.

Papyrus famous lazy smile pull itself onto his face as he look down at you, “ Cuddle and nap.” He retorts.

“Hm, only if I can kiss your neck.”

Dear stars above, you really don’t know what you do to him. You saying that with such a groggy tone, it made the disc in his spine shiver with want. Cheeks already stain with warm hue, you feel the hand on your back slowly travel upwards, boney fingers soon becoming lost within your hair.

“Mmhm,” He purr with that deep voice of his.

He crane his neck down – hunger in his sockets. The sudden grip and tug within your locks awaken a lustful spark within the pit of your belly.

“But we won’t be napping then.”

It was all that he whispers before he crash his teeth within your lips.

It might not be a nap, but it’s a hell of a lot fun to rejuvenate like this.

Here are the fics that I have either been tagged in, or I caught up on this week.  I love each of these writers so much and I just want to say thank you to all of them for writing such wonderful stories for us all to enjoy! This list is so long because most of these are fics that I missed while I was on hiatus.  Give me about another week to catch up and then this list will only have fics that were released between Sunday and Saturday. These are listed in alphabetical order to make my life and your life easier! 

Fics that are NSFW are marked.

@4theluvofall - I Just Wanna Love YouThe other day I heard Jay-Z’s “I Just Wanna Love U (Give it to Me)” and I got the idea for this. It’s really my first attempt at smut and… truth is, I’m not sure how it is. Your feedback is appreciated! Bucky x Reader NSFW

@annadierSame Patterns Part 4 -  You and your broken heart now live separated from the Avengers. It hurts, and they all try the same thing to make you come back - but when will it work? Bucky x Reader

@asseret-sarimThe past, the present… The future.  -Part 8 -  In SHIELD you are known for your charisma and your irrational optimism. Specially taking in count the irreversible curse HYDRA condemned you with. Because of that, Director Fury has determinate that you are the best person to take care of Bucky’s mental state. Bucky x Reader

@aubzylynn - Control [Part 2 of 2]@blazeshira’s request - “Hi! I saw that you had your requests open and I was wondering if you could do a Bucky fic where the reader was also given the serum & trained with him along with the other winter soldiers but they developed something before she was frozen along with the others & he forgot her until he went to Siberia w/ Steve & he sees her chamber & realizes she escaped before Zemo could kill her so he tries to find her? Fluffy fluff & some angst, please & thank you!” Bucky x Reader

@aubzylynnRoad to Schkeuditz Masterlist -  So much has changed with the Sokovian Accords. The team is divided in half, and you’re not sure where you stand. You know you should sign the Accords, but it doesn’t feel right. After a conversation with Sharon, Steve, and Sam at the prison, you realize that you don’t want to sign them. Now you, Steve, Sam, and Bucky are on a mission to get to the Leipzig airport…in the tiniest car imaginable…so you can clear Bucky’s name. Bucky x Reader

@avengerofyourheart  - Cheap Thrills -  A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams? Bucky x Reader

@avengerofyourheart - Mini Matchmaker Series Masterlist -  Your awful temporary holiday job takes a turn for the better when a handsome stranger enters your life, along with his adorable, matchmaking daughter. Steve Rogers AU. (fluff)

@avengerofyourheart - You are My Heaven Pt 2 [End] -  Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. What if you can’t stay away, even after heartbreak? Is it possible to be friends with some one you’ve fallen for? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS) Steve x Reader

@bionic-buckyb - Remember Me: Part 1 -  This is something that just came into my brain literally today, and I got inspired so I decided to write the first part. Bucky is not in this (yet) so I don’t want to trick anyone, but he will be. You’ll see! Let me know if you like it, and if you want me to continue. I love hearing from you all! ♥ Bucky x Reader

@bovaria - By Royal Decree - Masterlist -  Royal AU; you are engaged to be married to the Crown Prince James Barnes. That’s the last thing you want, especially when you meet him and find out he’s the opposite of everything you had pictured. How will you get through it all? Bucky x Reader

@bovaria - Hallelujah -  Through Bucky’s eyes, he falls in and out of love with you. Bucky x Reader

@brighterlights - For Your Convenience Masterlist - To help you finally make a move on your long-time crush, you get assistance from your newly hired co-worker. (Retail/Department Store AU) Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

@brighterlights - Roommates (New Beginnings) -  When your friend moves out to pursue a career overseas, you find yourself sharing your apartment with a handsome stranger [Modern AU]. Bucky x Reader

@buckyywiththegoodhair - A Lesson in Love Masterlist -  (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance. Bucky x Reader

@buckyywiththegoodhairMinor Details (ALiL Deleted Scene) -  (College!AU) In which a walk with T’Challa makes you aware of some minor details that you missed. Bucky x Reader

@cnoppswrites - Arranged (V) -  You and Bucky Barnes are arranged to be married. The only issue there seems to be is that you two despise each other. What could go wrong? Bucky x Reader

@dabblinginmarvel - Picture Imagine #23 - After the Avengers’ Civil War, you find Steve one day and rip him a new one about how much pain your dad Tony is in because of how Steve took the Accords. Steve Rogers Imagine

@dabblinginmarvel - Picture Imagine #24 -  You go march for science on Earth Day with Tony and Bruce. Tony Stark Imagine, Bruce Banner Imagine

@hellomissmabelLittle Monster part 1 - Little Monster part 2 -  You’re an arts student on the verge of graduating when you get the verdict: either you do an extra year or you take one extra, mandatory course to salvage your reputation. You hold a grudge against history and would rather be fooling around with your boyfriend than sitting in a bleak auditorium listening to some old fart’s war stories. Turns out that fossil isn’t as old as you thought he’d be and soon you’re begging for taste of Professor Rogers, taking advantage of the high life. Steve x Reader NSFW

@hellomissmabelLumen (part 13/ ): Mad intentions -  Iona Cole is a perky, gifted and ambitious assistant to a critically acclaimed professor at a renowned university. That is, until she snaps in the middle of class, the auditorium packed with students on introduction day. Having a long family history of psychiatric diseases, her mother sends her to a private clinic to receive the best treatment. In reality, this institute for people with “special needs” is a smokescreen for the underground operation Hydra is running there.  Bucky x Reader

@imaginingbucky - Prompt 41 -  “I came to this city to mend my broken heart. Never imagined I would find you to help me piece it back together.“ Bucky x Reader

@imhereforbvcky - Mirror for the Sun - Masterlist -  (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other. Bucky x Reader

@imhereforbvckyWhen Quiet Is Violent - Part 3 (End) -  You’re retired, living a quiet and secure life when your ex, Steve Rogers, turns up on your doorstep with his best friend, seeking refuge.   Bucky x Reader, enhanced reader   

@iwillbeinmynest - A House Divided -  When the team split up again only one will survive…Who will it be?  Avengers x Reader(f)

@iwillbeinmynest​ -  An Owed Debt -  Chapter 16 - When Steve brings Bucky a new assignment, things get a little heated. But he’ll do it to repay an old friend. May might not know the full extent of her powers but she doesn’t think having a babysitter is going to help. Can these two put aside their differences and help each other out? Or is this just an accident waiting to happen?  Bucky x May(oc)

@iwillbeinmynestCool Down - Chapter 6 -  Steve slips up and makes a confession. How will you react? And will it last?  Steve x Reader(f)

@knittingknerdy - Knitworthy -  A little something for all of my knitters out there (and crocheters) Bucky x Reader

@marvel-lucy - Cosplay Confusion -  52 words too long but shh.  I dunno what the point of this is, and it’s the fastest I’ve ever written anything, about 15 minutes, so it’s crap, but have a nice picture of Sam’s biceps anyway.  Sam x Reader

@marvel-lucyROOM MATES AND DOUBLE DATES - CHAPTER 1 -  I started this (and abandoned it) last autumn. Resurrecting it now in the vain hope I can resolve the plot hole I worked myself into!  For info, May looks like Lupita Nyong’o, because oh god she’s beautiful! Bucky x Reader

@sebseyesandbuckysthighs - All My Friends are Heathens (Part 7) - In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems. Bucky x Reader

@serzhantjamesbuchananbarnes - Worth Fighting For Masterlist -  When your brother is drafted into WWII, you do the unthinkable to save him and your family: you take his place, in secret. 40s!Bucky x Reader, based on Disney’s Mulan.  Seventy years has passed and the world has changed. You thought you were moving on until Steve Rogers asks you for a favor which leads to a discovery that will change everything. So much for retirement.   You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice.  Bucky x Reader

@softcorehipposMasterlist → Chamber of Secrets -  After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state. Bucky x Reader

@tatortot2701 - The Nanny Part 4 -  Hey guys! So here is chapter four. It’s a bit of a filler kinda? Idk it will make more sense next chapter. Anyways, I hope you guys like it. Bucky x Reader

@you-and-buckyHold Me?Wanda is a very important member of the Avengers, and I haven’t written much for her yet, so this one is for her. I hope you like it, and if you have any feedback, please let me know!!! Bucky x Reader

@you-and-bucky - (Y/N) Barnes Series Masterlist -  You are a woman out of time. You fought in WWII with your husband Bucky and best friend Steve. Your empathic powers and strategic brain were an asset. Until Bucky died, and you and Steve sacrificed your lives, waking up in the 21st Century. Bucky x Reader

anonymous asked:

79. For Shiro and can I request that they get trapped somewhere together. If not that's okay thank you.

kyoootee!! in this drabble (not really anymore) SHIRO IS THE SAME AGE AS YOU.


The smell of alcohol. Tipsy and drowsy voices oozing from the bar. 

Unfortunately, you were one of those voices

You’d only take one shot. One. You even promised Pidge and Allura you’d be sober the time you came back to your dorm. 

Well, you obviously took more than one.

Luckily, the rescuer came due to a worried call from Allura - “She could be passed out right now”, she protested - the faithful Takashi Shirogane.

Once Shiro stepped into the bar, a whole different atmosphere hit him. “Damn,” he whistled, taking in all of it. He wore casual attire - simple black denim jeans, some Nike sneakers, and a military green jacket slung over his tank top(ed? tanktopped?) shoulder. Focus. Find Y/N.

“Excuse me, but have you seen a girl with ____ hair?” Shiro asked the sober bartender, “Really easy to spot; she possibly broke the bar’s record for the amount of shots taken in one sitting..” He stopped when he saw her grin widely, her white teeth sparkling in the dim lights. 

“She’s in the bathroom,” she gestured to the women’s restroom, “she’s a fucking legend.” Her name - Sandra - got called from the other side of the room. “We’re closing soon, thougn, so be careful.” She winked at Shiro and walked away. 

So Shiro reluctantly walked up to the girl’s bathroom and slipped in quietly, with nobody noticing.

“Y/N?” He tried not to yell, leveling his voice so it didn’t show how fucking scared he was to be seen here.

Allura was right. You were knocked out in a stall, the door half open. Sighing with relief, Shiro gently shook you awake. 

Wait what th- the fu-” 

“Y/N, it’s me, Shiro. I’m going to take you home-” He’d been stopped and yelped in surprise as you fell onto him with all your weight. You had been seated on top of the toilet seat and when you fell you had knocked the two of you onto the ground, exposing your faces (the stalls don’t go all the way down so you can see people’s feet :D). 

“Y/N? I need you to get up -”

NooOo! Y/N wants to stay.”

“Shiro wants to leave, and I’m taking you with me.” His eyes glistened with determination, grunting as he struggled with you. I need to get her on my back so she can piggyback me.

Suddenly, the lights went out and Shiro, to his terror, heard the bathroom door lock switch, the noise loud and clear.

You screamed. Shiro fumbled for his phone and turned the flashlight on.

“We stuck, space captain?” Your words were still slurred.

“Afraid so. I can try to call Keith or Allura.”

Giggling, you grasped his hand to his surprise. He flinched at your touch. “Y/N, I need to get us out of here..”

“Let’s stay here.” your laughing eyes stared up at him, your crooked smile prettier than anything in the whole world.. And at that moment, Shiro was done. He’d hidden feelings for you, certain that you had a crush on Keith. His heart had been stabbed, his eyes wild with lust. 

“This is your fault, by the way.”

Shiro dropped his phone as he leaned down to put his lips on yours. Obviously, you were unconscious of anything you were doing because - you were drunk. So you kissed him back. And damn, did it feel good. His warm tongue was hungry, wanting to devour you. You made noises loud enough to echo across the whole college campus.

He let go of you after what seemed like sweet seconds, the two of you panting heavily. There was a loud bang on the door, and the second savior of the night appeared. Pidge’s smirk was obvious. They’d heard all of it. 

“Hey Piidge,” you said drowsily, then dropped your head onto Shiro’s lap in exauhstion.

“I swear Pidge, if you tell anyone-”

“Oh, I won’t.”


end.

Imagine being with Sam while Dean was in hell

“I’m fine.”

You knew it was a lie.

He told the same lie every day for over a month.

Whenever you asked or looked at him with sadness and sympathy, you’d get the same response.

“I love you, Y/N, but you need to stop worrying about me.”

He barely touched you. You hardly slept together and, when you did, it was an outlet for pent up anger and annoyance and regret.

There’d be no cuddling afterwards, no gentle words murmured into your hair as you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

He would wait until he thought you were asleep to allow himself time to cry - to mourn.

After two months of the same routine, the same careful dance, you’d had enough.

You walked over to where he was sat on your bed, reading through his father’s journal that he’d memorised years ago.

You wrapped your arms around him, despite his protests, and held him tight.

He tensed in your arms and, for a moment, you thought he was going to push you away.

You felt his sobs before you heard them, his body convulsing harshly. You held him tightly when he fell against you, crying into your chest as you stroked a soothing hand through his hair.

It broke your heart to see him like this, but you knew he needed it. He needed you, even though he didn’t tell you.

He was so exhausted from the months of insomnia that cried himself to sleep in your arms.

The next morning, without prompting, he finally opened up to you.

“I am not okay.”

lady-samauri  asked:

Papyrusxreader or grillbyxreader. Maybe something soft and fluffy, or whatever of your choosing! ((Btw I love Speakeasy. Like I died at the update! You're brilliant! Keep up the great work!))

(oh stars, this was a tough choice-! i’ve been having those Grillby feelings lately though, so for this round i’m going with everyone’s favorite bartender. <3 and i’m so happy to hear that you liked the latest update of Speakeasy Soul! i’m honored, and can’t wait to bring you what’s to come in the fic.)

Grillby’s hand brushed the lock of hair away from your face before the breeze could catch it again. His finger trailed his gentle warmth across your skin, highlighting the blush that you couldn’t hold back even a year into your relationship.

“Thank you,” you whispered, with his face so close to yours. Golden-orange flames danced among deeper hues in front of your vision as his gaze shifted to catch yours. His smile, golden and nearly hidden in flame as always, smoothed out and lifted the butterflies in your chest.

“It’s my honor,” he replied. His voice crackled with the low whisper he spoke in, neither of you wanting to disturb the sweet muffled quiet of the falling snow.

You stifled a laugh, your hands gripping your cup of coffee to keep it from spilling. “It’s your honor to catch my flyaway hair?” You asked, teasing in your tone.

His smile quirked on one side as he leaned back just enough to slide his arm around your shoulders. His well-cut trenchcoat brushed your legs as he crossed his and looked at you with a lifting brow. “It’s my honor to be the one who gets to be close to you like this, my dear.”

A moment passed before your blush raged across your face as a whole. You opened your mouth, but couldn’t find the words, and looked a little at a flustered loss.

A chuckle grew in his chest until he was laughing fully, and your half-hearted pout only spurred him on - warming you with it’s rich, ringing sound, wrapping around you both in your favorite spot on the park bench under the snowy night sky. You finally laughed too, exasperated but in good humor with the beautiful ache in your chest that made you smile even wider.

At last, he lifted his hand opposite you and wiped at his glowing eye, a gesture you had grown used to even despite your questions. He shifted his hand to your chin, angling his head towards you with a gentle grin on his face as he tipped your face towards him just slightly.

“You know, it’s usually me who has the reputation for being speechless,” he said.

You lifted one hand to rest on his arm, a distracted part of you reveling in the warmth you could feel emanating from him under the material. “Everyone else is missing out,” you said with your own soft grin. “Especially with how well-spoken you really are.”

“You are the one with the best ability to render me in such a wordless way, even still,” he replied.

His lips met yours in a tender, warm press as the snow drifted down around you, shimmering in the glow of his flames as you pulled one another gently closer.

Sweet Dreams

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung X reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary: When you start having trouble falling asleep at night your boyfriend is more than happy to help even when you’re calling him at 2 a.m

Originally posted by sugapium

The only sound in your dark bedroom was the ticking of a clock you resent having had bought. You press the button the side of your phone, checking the time for the 100th time to see that it is still 1:59 a.m. Nights like these seemed ot be the worst. You were tired and exhausted but for some reason your body just wasn’t falling asleep and this has been going on all week. Your thumb slides your phone open and you scroll down the contact list, mentally debating on bothering your boyfriend with this when he was busy in a whole different country doing this job. After 30 seconds of more internal conflicting you finally press the call button, laying on your back to look up at the ceiling as you hear it dialing him.

“Hello?” 

His deep but cute toned voice on the other end already made you feel better.

“Hey Taetae…” You said trying not to sound as tired as you felt. 

“What time is it over there babe? Shouldn’t you be asleep?” He asks, sounding worried. 

“I can’t fall asleep. I tried but I just keep moving around.” You sighed. 

Instead of walking around his company building he takes a seat to talk to you.

“Alright, well I want you to close your eyes.” 

You do as your told, still holding the phone up to your ear.

“Think about something else than forcing yourself to sleep. Like what’s something you wish you could have or do right now? Just picture yourself doing something that makes you happy and focus on it.”

“Like what? All that’s been going on is work.”

He sat up in his set. “Well…Do you miss me?”

Your open your eyes again.

“Of course I do-”

“Then pretend i’m there with you. Pretend the empty space next to you is me. I wish I was there to be able to comfort you to sleep..”

You start to remember how guilty he always feels when he’s away from you and you weren’t trying to remind him that he wasn’t there.

“Yeah but that’s okay. If you were here I would have woken you up and then I would have felt worse.”

Taehyung laughs on the other end. “Yeah but we both know I’d find a way to fall back asleep.”

You couldn’t help but smile, remembering your boyfriends sleeping habits.

“That’s true. But you always wake up with messy hair and a swollen face.”

He pouted despite you being unable to see it. “Next time i’m covering my face with the blanket.”

“Aw come on, you always look so cute…” You teased. 

“How about I tell you about what happened today to help you fall asleep?” Taehyung suggested.

Of course you agreed, setting the phone next to you on speaker phone so you wouldn’t have to hold it up anymore. As you got comfortable he began telling you about the dumb thing that him and Jimin did to mess with Jungkook, making you laugh just thinking about it. He also told you about how Jin ended up scolding them for messing around too much and causing trouble for Namjoon and Yoongi to fall asleep in the dorm.

“In my defense it was mostly Jungkook but everyone thinks he’s so cute they take his side and now i’m the bad guy.” Taehyung says as he begins to wrap up the story. When you stop replying he wonders if you already fell asleep and there you were passed out on your pillow due to his extensive stories and soothing voice. 

“Y/N?…at least you finally fell asleep. Goodnight. I’ll be home soon, I promise.”

anonymous asked:

Could you do Victor Creed sex head canons, please? I love the feral too much :P

Well, since you said ‘please.’ (jk i would’ve done it either way bc Liev)

okbuttellmethatthisisnthowhedsmilebeforeyourealizeyouwontbeabletowalkfordayzimsorryillleave       alsoimalwaysaslutforlievfightmehe’sarealman

- When: All. The. Time. Really, it’s just casual sex, so there’s never a specific time. 

- Location: All. The. Places. (basically everywhere but the bed because you two already broke it and every time you decide it’s time to replace it, he’ll distract you.)

- Why: He’s feeling possessive and you’re wearing those shorts that you won’t let him tear off, no matter what he does to scare you. 

- Noise level: So fucking loud. But then there are times that you have to force yourself to stay silent because you are in a public place and his fingers are thrusting in and out of your savagely, your nails digging into his shoulder and face buried in his neck to muffle your whimpers as he smirks widely, watching you come undone. 

- Position: Against a wall. (is that even a position idk man) The majority of the time, he’ll be too impatient to make it all the way to a bed, instead pushing you against a wall, hitching your leg over his hip and thrusting into you while he presses his lips harshly to yours.

- Rough? Gentle? : Bites. Hickies. Scratches. It’s rough, no question. He loves marking you up as a reminder of what you let him do to you, lost in light drag of his nails down your abdomen, stopping at the edge of your underwear as he met your eyes with a vicious grin on his lips. 

- Activities:        

                 * SO MANY TORN CLOTHES:  He’ll get so handsy with you and can’t control himself as his hands feel their way over your body, fighting against the restrictive cloth that’s hindering the pace that he wants to be going at. A low, frustrated growl will leave his lips before you find the cold air hitting your bare skin, the undergarments you’d been wearing seconds before shredded on the ground next to you. 

                 * Victor loves the feeling of your lips around his cock, hands massaging his balls. He loves hearing you gag as he thrusts in suddenly, your hold on his hips doing nothing to hinder his movements. It’s what keeps him coming back night after night for more. 

He also loves the taste of you on his tongue, his lips roving over every inch of visible skin as he holds your legs wide, hips trying to fight against his hold and close your legs against the sparks of pleasure shooting up your core. 

                 * eXhIbItIoNisM : Victor loves taking chances. He can’t get enough of the exhilaration that he feels as he fucks you in a dark booth in the corner of his favorite bar. (i need a long cold shower)

                 * Multiple orgasm: He loves to make you scream his name many times over because nothing gets him harder than you whimpering his name repeatedly, voice strained from exhaustion because you’re begging him to stop since you feel as though you can’t come anymore.    

                 * Daddy kink. 

- Aftercare: Truth be told, Victor is not one for any shows of affection afterwards. Yeah, maybe you’ll kiss him. Yeah, he’ll reciprocate. But this will only lead into round two. (not that that’s a bad thing)

Zenyatta

> Everyone is so done with you two. Every morning you two make banter in your morning meditation sessions, and it’s clear to even Winston that you two are in love. 

> Genji would probably be the first person to point it out to Zenyatta. He got a right shock when Zenyatta said you wouldn’t have any reason to love him.

> Genji gives you the talk™ on omnics, and asks you if you would date one. You both obviously know where this is going, and you say yes.

> Genji wins Wingman of the Year, hands down.

> Eventually, when you’re about to leave after meditating with Zenyatta, he stops you and asks you if you would ever love an omnic. I imagine your response would be…

“No, not an omnic.” You say and look away from him. “But I would love you.”


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