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It'll Last Longer (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One-Shot

It’ll Last Longer: After being gifted a Polaroid camera, Bucky becomes infatuated with taking pictures. Reader finds out that Bucky likes to take pictures of her, leading them to discovering Bucky’s camera kink.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minor kink shaming. Minior humiliation. Come play. Camera kink. Extremely NSFW!



When Steve brought Bucky to the tower for the first time, you were curious about him. He was a bit reclusive. When you held out your hand for him to shake, he stared at it as if it were some kind of deadly insect. The man hardly looked at you more than twice after that. Steve assured you that Bucky did like you, it was just going to take some time for him to get used to being around females.

“He hasn’t seen a dame that wasn’t running for their life since back in the day,” he explained.

You understood completely, figuring if you just gave the poor guy some distance, he’d come around at some point. It was only the first day, so it was no big deal. You made sure to give him a smile each time you saw him and even exchanged good mornings at breakfast. It took a while, but he began coming out of his shell bit by bit.

However, nine months into his stay at the tower, Bucky still wasn’t ready to go on missions yet.

There were days when he was stuck at the tower by himself with absolutely nothing to do. He watched movies on Netflix, worked out in the magnificent gym, and even tried drawing like Steve did. But the boredom was becoming unbearable. That’s when Steve took it upon himself to get his best friend a hobby.

“What is this?” Bucky asks, curiously fiddling with the device in his hands.

“It’s a camera. Y/N used to have one growing up, so I figured you’d like it.”

Steve took the camera from his friend’s hands and turned it towards him. After a bright flash, the mechanical sound of the picture printing made Bucky’s eyes widen with shock. They watched as the small Polaroid picture ejected from the camera.

“Holy shit!” he gawked as he stared down at the camera.

“Language, Buck.” Steve laughed and tossed the camera back to him.


The camera became Bucky’s new obsession.

He began snapping pictures of small things at first. He got ones of the birds as they flew over the roof of the tower, he got some of Steve as he polished his shield in the armory, and he even managed to get some of Tony’s suits in his lab.

As time went on, and he came out of his shell bit by bit, he began taking pictures of the team (with their permission of course.).

Everyone had gotten used to the small mechanical sounds of his Polaroid camera. He had a small collection of his team mates covering the walls of his room.

The ones of Sam consisted of the man doing everyday things like playing video games or singing along to Marvin Gaye. His favorite was the one he snapped of him wearing his wings right before a mission. His back was turned, the lighting casting a shadow over the mechanical wings, making it look like it belonged in some action movie poster.

The ones of Nat were mostly of her outside. He thought the sun made her hair look fiery and complimented her skin perfectly. He got some of her lounging by the pool as she read a book. Some were of her doing yoga on one of the mats by a large window in the gym. His favorite was the one he took a couple weeks ago; she and Steve were at the park and he managed to catch a photo of them kissing secretively. Bucky still smiles every time he sees it.

The ones of Clint consist of the archer doing the dorkiest things. There were far too many ones of him aiming one of his arrows at one of the team members, making silly faces behind their backs. There was some of him playing guitar hero dramatically and even one of him trying to balance a vast amount of graham crackers on his forehead; that one was Bucky’s personal favorite.

The ones he got of Wanda, usually Vision was there with her, and so he just combined the two of theirs into one section in his room. Most of their pictures consisted of them cooking in the kitchen (Vision finally learned how to properly make paprika!) with the two covered in flour and laughing. There was some of Vision by himself, putting together the many puzzles he owned or helping Tony in the lab. The ones of Wanda consisted of the woman sculpting clay with her powers (which became a hobby of her own.) and covered in various colors of paint from head to toe.

Somehow, he was able to get some selfies from Thor when he came down from Asgard. He got some of the demi god placing his hammer on Steve’s shield with Steve struggling underneath it. His favorite was the one he got of him calling Heimdall to open the portal.

The ones of Tony were almost always from afar. He still wasn’t comfortable with the man just yet, but that didn’t stop him from snapping a few pics of him as he tinkered away in his garage. And he has one of the men secretly playing the grand piano in his basement. He made sure to hide that one.

Out of all the pictures he had in his room, he found that the ones of you took up the most space. And for a totally valid reason. Bucky would take it to the grave if he had to.

He was a little bit obsessed with you. Just a little bit.

Some of the pictures of you consisted of you working out. He found you the most beautiful when you simply weren’t trying to be. Your eyebrows were drawn together in focus, your hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail, and you were completely unaware of your natural beauty. The other half were of you in your combat suit before a mission. There was something about your pre-mission aura that made you look amazing. You were standing next to Steve during a mission briefing, your eyes were focused on the paper in front of you. There were some of you doing your make up in the mirror of your bedroom, your hair in rollers as you applied a coat of mascara that you really didn’t need.

On top of all that, Bucky Barnes had a secret that nobody knew. He had an entire separate collection of Polaroids of you hidden in a small box underneath his bed and they were for his own eyes only. Steve had been the only one to notice that majority of the pictures Bucky took of you were ones in which you were wearing less clothing than usual. He nearly had a heart attack when the blond brought it up one day. But being the pure, wholesome soul Steve was, Bucky was able to argue that the pictures were taken in the summertime.

In the hidden box, there were various photos.

Some were of you in the swimming pool, wearing your bikini. The first picture was your breasts, he didn’t even bother to get your face into the shot. It was the first day of summer and it was your day off. The next picture was taken seconds later, but the shot was of your ass as you reached for the beer Nat was handing you. The material of the bottoms hugged around your curves amazingly, how could he not snap a picture?

The third photo was the main source of Bucky’s masturbating material, as it was a photo of you lying on one of the lounge chairs. The position Bucky was in gave him a perfect view of your clothed crotch. Your feet were planted on the chair, giving him the opportunity to snap the picture and slip it into his back pocket.

There was a second group of pictures from the one time the power went out during a thunderstorm, causing everything to shut down, even the water. Luckily for him, you were in the middle of a shower and had to step out into the common room wearing only a towel. He just HAD to get a picture of that. There were only two: One of you sitting on one of the stools. He purposely chose to sit on the couch to get a view of your slightly open legs, but alas, you crossed them as soon as he sat. The second one was of you crossing your arms over your chest, unknowingly causing your breasts to push up.

The third stack was taken during a Halloween party that Tony was throwing. You decided to come dressed up a Little Red Riding Hood, wearing a rather revealing corset and skirt that showed off your legs. The entire night, Bucky stealthily followed you around, snapping picture after picture of you. There were some that he was able to get up your skirt as you re crossed your legs or bent over. He got some of your breasts as you leaned over the pool table and some of your mouth as you bit into one of the candy apples Wanda made. Steve couldn’t figure out why Bucky was grinning like an idiot as he walked back to his room after the party. To sum it up, Bucky had a very good time in his room that night.

There was the downside of it all, though.

Bucky was taking inappropriate pictures of you without your permission. When it all came down to it, he was technically a peeping tom. It was wrong, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop, not matter how perverted it was. It was almost like an addiction. He longed to finally get a picture of you completely exposed and vulnerable. It was his biggest fantasy.

But honestly, he would be terrified if you somehow ever found out about his little perverted game.


Tony was perhaps the dumbest smart person you’ve ever known.

One of the greatest minds in the twenty first century, somehow managed to ‘accidentally’ cause a malfunction in one of his suits, causing it to explode in his workshop. The same workshop that was right next to the giant air conditioning unit, causing the entire tower’s air conditioning to go out in the middle of July.

You were in the common area, trying to read one of your beloved Harry Potter books, despite the scorching heat coming from outside. You tried to go swimming, but that only made it worse, hence the sun was still directly beaming on you. Giving up, you toweled off and plopped onto the couch, flipping through your book.

After a while of flipping through the book, you got the sudden feeling of someone watching you. It was probably nothing, as you were the only person on the floor. You focused back on the words of your book, scanning the paragraph for the place you left off.

No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it never went away. In fact, it only got stronger. Glancing up from your book, you caught the sight of Bucky Barnes watching you intently from the small kitchen area. The way he was positioned, the average person wouldn’t have been able to spot him, but you had grown used to his stealth.

Setting your book down, you gave him a smile. How long had he been there? Bucky was a pretty cool guy from your encounters, but this was creeping you out a bit. He blinked a few times, before pretending to do something. Unsure of how else to handle the situation, you went back to your book, ignoring the intense gaze from the kitchen.

After finishing your book, you closed it and rolled onto your back. The bikini top you wore tightened around your chest, but you couldn’t find yourself to care the slightest bit. You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You really, really, missed the air conditioning.

For the second time that day, you felt the feeling of being watched creep its way into your mind. The sound of footsteps alerted you that you weren’t alone in the living room any more.

“Why don’t you take a picture, Barnes?” you tease, smirking. “It’ll last longer.”

Turning your head to the side, you caught the sight of Bucky peering down at you from behind the couch. In his hand was the small Polaroid camera you’d seen quite a bit. Trailing your eyes down his body, you noticed how handsome he was. Those darn super soldiers…

“I already have some of you,” his voice is soft, yet reluctant. Each one of his words were chosen carefully, you could sense it. “You’re just…very photogenic. I can’t help but admire.”

You’ve been called a lot of things by past boyfriends and lovers. Hot, sexy, etc.; but there was something about being called photogenic by Bucky that made your heart flutter and a blush break out on your cheeks. You sat up, propping yourself on your elbows.

“Photogenic?” you ask. He nods, eyes trailing down your body. “That’s one I haven’t heard before.” It was meant as a joke, but you both knew it was the truth.

“If it’s alright with you,” he says, holding the camera up for you to see. “Can I….take some pictures of you?”

The question catches you off guard.

You knew he took some snaps of you now and then, but he was technically asking you for a photoshoot now. You knew he wouldn’t post them or anything – he barely could operate the remote for the TV.

“Alright,” you say, standing and walking over to him. 

“Where do you want me?”


It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

You were in the pool, floating around on Clint’s little duck floaty as Bucky snapped picture after picture of you. It was almost as if you were some A-list celebrity. You felt like Marilyn Monroe without the extra craziness that came along with it. It was flattering, to say the least.

“Is this okay?” you asked him as you took a sip from your beer.

“It’s perfect,” he says, snapping another picture. “You look gorgeous.”

He looked like a kid at Christmas. Maybe he was just excited that someone had took an interest in his hobby? He always got that way when Steve asked him about his pictures.

After a couple of hours, you began to grow tired. The beaming sun on your body mixed with your hands turning wrinkly were draining you and Bucky had run out of film. He had used an entire roll; scattered all around him from his lap and onto the concrete were pictures of you.

“You said you had more of those,” you mention, peering up at him. He hums a yes while taking a sip of his own beer. You can’t help but stare at his jawline. Man, you could cut diamonds on that thing. “Can you show me?” His eyes light up at your words.

“Anything for you, doll.” He grins, setting the beer down and helping you out of the pool.

You’d always wanted to see this so called collection that Steve talked about. He said that Bucky had a whole wall dedicated

to it. You had to see this for yourself.

Bucky’s room wasn’t as dark and gloomy as you thought it would be. In fact, it was pretty well decorated.

The first thing you caught was the Polaroid’s, which covered an entire wall. You gaped, standing in front of it. There were pictures of everyone doing all sorts of things.

You saw one taken on Sam’s birthday; Clint had smashed some cake into his face. You saw another taken of Peter, who was dangling upside down on a web, grinning at the camera. You giggled when you saw one of Nat as she was angrily swatting at the camera, her face covered in a facial mask. There was even one of Vision giving the camera a thumbs up as he stirred whatever he was cooking.

But the one that caught your eye the most was a peculiar one on his desk. If you hadn’t of glanced there, you wouldn’t have noticed it in the first place. Moving the random book that covered half of it, you held it up so that you could get a better look.

And you weren’t sure if you should’ve done that.

It was a Polaroid of you a couple months back. You had spilled a glass of soda on your white sleeping shirt during movie night and your nipples were almost visible through the material.

Thinking back to that night, you remembered that there wasn’t anyone else in the kitchen with you either. How did he even get that pi-

Before you could react, Bucky snatched the Polaroid from your hand and held it behind his back defensively.

“What…how did….why?” you stuttered. If he’d taken one picture like this, there surely must’ve been more, right? He was far too skilled when it came to it.

Bucky stared down at the floor shamefully.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he says quietly. You frown.

“Find out what?” You ask, glancing back at the photos. “That you’re taking perverted pictures of me?”

“That’s not what this is, I swear!” he cried. “I like you, Y/N. A lot, actually. I didn’t know how to approach you. I’m not used to being around…women.”

“But Nat…”

“Nat’s well….she’s Nat,” he says with a nervous chuckle. One that he immediately stops when he sees your eyes grow colder. “She’s not really a traditional dame, if you catch my drift. She’s like one of the guys.”

You had no idea what to say. You were frustrated, not because you were embarrassed, but because somehow, deep in that dirty little mind of yours, you found this to be the sweetest thing. But you couldn’t figure out if it was because it was Bucky, or because it was the situation. You were utterly confused.

You stood in front of Bucky, holding the picture in your hands. 


“This has got to be the creepiest…” you began. His face fell into a frown. “….cutest thing anyone has ever done for me, Bucky.” You placed the picture back into his hand and placed a small kiss on his lips.

“What do you say we take some more? Maybe without all these clothes on?”

His eyes nearly shot out of his head at how wide they were. You watched his face as you reached behind your back and slowly undid the bikini top and dropped it onto the floor. His mouth fell open at the sight of your bare chest. You licked your lips before crashing them onto his. His hands felt their way to your hips, hooking underneath the bottoms of your bikini and tugging them down your thighs forcefully. Once he rid them from you, he gave your behind a playful swat. You moaned into his mouth. He pulled away, staring down at you with darkened eyes. This was far better than any picture he could’ve taken.

“C’mere,” he says, gently pushing you back onto the bed. He picked your legs and spread them wide, setting both your feet on the bed. You felt so exposed and it was the hottest thing you’ve experienced so far. You rested your hands on your stomach as you patiently waited for Bucky. The sound of clicking was the only thing audible as he replaced the film in his camera.

“Okay, doll,” his Brooklyn accent now, and it sent a wave of arousal to your core.

You picked your head up and peer up at him. He held the camera in his hands, but his eyes were glued between your legs. You could feel yourself dripping onto the comforter, just imagine how it must’ve looked to Bucky.

He cleared his throat before looking back into your eyes. “Can you spread your legs for me?” he asks.

You can’t help but giggle at how chivalrous he was even when he was horny. You nod, spreading your legs farther apart, giving him a full view of your pussy. You could hear his breath stutter, he cursed under his breath.

“Like this?” you ask innocently, sliding your hand down your body until your fingers are resting on your lips, spreading them apart. Bucky lets out a small groan at the sight and nods.

“That’s perfect, angel.” He says, looking into the camera and pressing the little red button on the side. You watched as the picture slipped out of the camera and onto Bucky’s hand. Setting it on the dresser, he turned back to you with a grin.

“You look so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he says, leaning down and pecking your lips. “Can you try something else for me?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, darling.” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but you couldn’t help it. You were being showered with affection and compliments, you were lost in Bucky at the moment. 


Bucky held the camera with his flesh hand and brought his metal one to your mouth. His fingers brushed your bottom lip, running along the pink flesh. “Can you get these nice and wet for me, sweetie?” you groan at the nickname and take two of his fingers into your mouth, lapping them up with your tongue.

Bucky watched you as you did, licking his lips hungrily. Pulling them out, he leaned forward and pecked your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

Leaning back between your legs, he slowly ran his fingers along the slit of your core, making sure your lips were spread. He placed the camera between your legs and pressed red the button again.

“Fuck,” you whispered. His metal fingers were cold, but you didn’t mind. They felt amazing.

You began grinding your hips into them, eager for some kind of friction. Bucky smiled down at you, one that showed nothing but pure admiration.

“You want my fingers, honey? Is that it?” he asks. You nod furiously.

“Please, Bucky.” Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head when he inserted his first finger into you. But it wasn’t nearly enough. You needed more.

Placing the camera back between your legs, he added another finger; earning a moan from you. Clicking the red button, you let out another moan as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. You grabbed onto his arms, spreading your legs even wider.

“Oh my god,” you whimper. His fingers began creating an obscene sound as they entered you over and over again. It was so damn filthy, but you fucking loved it.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his fingers from your dripping core, making you whine.

“We’re not done yet, doll,” he says. He placed the camera on the bed and slowly pulled the black boxers he wore down. You watched as they traveled down his toned thighs until they were nothing more than a heap of material on the floor.

He gripped his member in his flesh hand and slowly began pumping himself as he stared down at you. That’s when you got the brightest idea. Reaching beside you, you grabbed the camera and aimed it at Bucky and pressed the little red button. You turned the camera towards you and held the Polaroid in your fingers. You couldn’t see his face, but you could had a perfect view of his cock, leaking precum onto his hand. Smiling innocently, you placed the picture on the dresser.

“Y/N,” he smiled. “Did you just….?”

You reached forward and pulled him on top of you. You threaded your fingers in his hair and crashed his mouth onto yours. He let out a moan into the kiss, licking inside your mouth with his tongue. He tasted so damn good, just like you knew he would.

Your legs found themselves wrapped around his waist and you could feel him sliding across your heat. You reached down between the two of you and gripped his member, guiding it to your entrance.

“Not so fast, sugar,” he teased, reaching for the camera. He leaned back, aiming the camera between your bodies. He gripped himself once again and slid the head of his cock against your dripping hole. You threw your head back, letting out a cry of pleasure. You ached for him, yet he tortured you. It wasn’t fair.

The sound of the camera snapping pulled you back to reality.

“Bucky,” you hissed. “Enough already. Just fuck me!” He chuckled with amusement.

He slowly pressed the head inside of you, stretching your walls farther than they’ve ever been. It hurt, but it was amazing. His head fell onto your shoulder and he let out a shaky breath. He pulled out all the way and peered down between the two of you. The sight of his cock covered in your juices nearly made you orgasm right then.

Without telling you, he slammed his hips into yours, making you scream out in both pain and pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, causing the bed to slam against the wall. You wrapped your arms around him. His mouth found its way to your shoulder, biting gently onto the flesh. He felt so fucking good, you felt like you could cry.

Shifting his weight onto his knees, Bucky pulled your legs over his waist and began thrusting harder into your abused hole. Your head fell back onto the bed, you could feel your clit rubbing against his abdomen in such delicious way.

It was all too much for you. Your heart was hammering inside your chest, your body was trembling with pleasure. Bucky’s hands began kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples softly. He let out a loud groan as he felt the head of his cock hit your cervix. The sound of your skin hitting his filled the room, along with your screams.

“Bucky,” you cried. "I’m gonna come!”

He let out a shaky laugh, amused at how much you loved this, before grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He gently sucked on your neck, nibbling into the delicate flesh.

You let out a scream as your orgasm ripped through your body. You dragged your nails down Bucky’s back, making him let out a gasp. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, you can feel him trembling against your body, but you’re too out of it to even care. You just came your brains out.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He growled into your ear. “Im gonna come.”

You gently pushed him away from you, he let out a whine. Placing a kiss on his cheek, you force him to stand. You kneel in front of him, opening your mouth for him.

Taking the hint, he grabbed the camera and aimed it at you, while pumping himself curiously with his metal hand.

He’s chanting your name over and over, thrusting into his fist and its the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. You can’t wait to taste him.

FUCK Y/N!” He shouts, his orgasm ripping through him.

You lean closer as he coats ribbon after ribbon of come onto your mouth and breasts. It was a lot, far more than any of the few guys you’ve been with could produce. He tasted sweeter than them, too. You licked your lips, gathering some of it with your tongue.

You looked up at Bucky innocently, smiling at him.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Y/N.” he breathes. He lifted the camera and aimed it at you. With a nod, you smile seductively as he clicked the little red button.

Tossing the camera onto the bed, he helped you up from the floor and set you on his bed. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he ran to the bathroom. You could hear the faint sound of a faucet running. He made his way back to you, a small washcloth in hand and a sheepish smile on his lips.

He gently wiped your face, making sure nothing was left, before making his way to your chest.

“Y/N,” he says, breaking the silence. Your eyes met his.

“Yes, Bucky?” The corners of his mouth twitched at the sound of his name coming from your mouth.

I love you.” You can’t fight the grin that spreads on your face.

“I know,” you say, placing a kiss on his lips. “I love you, too.

- Fin!

People were interested in me doing a thing like this, so here we go! I figured I’d do a short little blurb about each writer, including one or two of my favorite works by them. So, in no real order (like, I literally randomized the list) here are some of the most talented people* whose art I’ve had the pleasure of reading:

*Please note that some of these people haven’t written for bellarke in a while! That doesn’t mean you should pester them about it! Appreciate the heck out of what they have written instead. Cool? Cool.

1. Maria @rebelprincebell AO3

Maria’s written a good variety of longer and shorter fics, and each of them is excellent. (She’s also an amazing human/friend, but that’s more of a side perk.) She’s currently writing Things We Shouldn’t Do which is what everyone wants out of a multi-chap, fake-dating, actors AU. Or for something shorter, check out T.O.P. S.E.C.R.E.T. for some friends-with-benefits/feelings-reveal goodness. And maybe if she loves me she’ll finish Let’s Go to the Mall but it’s nbd.

2. Steph @ofhobbitsandwomen AO3

I read The Squire (multi-chap, medieval AU) when I was pretty new to the fandom, and I’m still completely in awe of it. Steph’s also written a million other amazing bellarke fics, like this fluffy-af youtubers AU (and, recently, some fucking amazing Jyn/Cassian stuff, if you’re into that) so make sure to check out all of her incredible writing.

3. M @ahmren AO3

M’s writing is magical. At the risk of sounding cliche, it wraps you up and carries you to another world. I could survive on nothing but her collection of soulmate AUs for years to come. 

4. Chash @ponyregrets AO3

Chash has written a million and one amazing fics, so obvs read everything she’s written, but one of my particular faves is Some Cheese With That Whine. It gives me all the best-friends-to-lovers feelings. Amazing. Plus she likes all my posts when I’m flailing about ffx <3

5. Katelyn @nathenmiller AO3

Secrets is the only arranged marriage fic you ever need to read. Period. I also love this fluffy lil childhood-friends-meet-up-ten-years-later AU. Plus, on top of all the fantastic writing, K’s one of the incredibly hardworking ladies behind bff. What a girl??

6. Lana @marauders-groupie AO3

Lana’s another one of those writers where I know I’ll like everything she publishes. She’s like, the queen a soulmate AU’s. Her most recent one is here–a cool iteration where you feel whatever pain your soulmate feels. As with all the other authors here, don’t forget to check out all her other stories!

7. Kacka @katchyalater AO3

I discovered Kacka this summer, and her stories saved me from boredom on the countless train rides I was taking across Europe. By which I mean you should just read through everything on her AO3 page, like I did. Everyone loves a good coffee-shop AU, right? Check out Got to Find Those Extra Cups to Fill. She’s a fantastic, inspiring writer and an even lovelier human being.

8. Emily @prosciuttoe AO3

Emily had the nerve to make me cry by posting a canonverse fic, Hold This Heart Steady, today. So do yourself a favor and read that. Other Emily faves include: Your Heart Is Your Own (So Build Me A Home) and Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic (for all your Hogwarts AU needs).

9. Brianna @jvnscass AO3

Bri’s another one of the authors I first read when I joined the fandom! She doesn’t write much bellarke anymore, but it’s all still up on her AO3 along with a ton of quality Jyn/Cassian fics, if that’s your jam!

10. Nai @hiddenpolkadots AO3

Want canon-verse smut? Nai’s got u covered: Mouth Like Heaven, Kisses Like Stars. Or for something on the fluffier/hurtcomfort side, try the light that sits at the bottom of your chest. You literally can’t go wrong. She writes Jily too!

11. Kayla @kay-emm-gee AO3

Kayla’s the first person I ever considered my “favorite fanfic author” and the title still fits, even if I do have about a million “favorite” authors now. Full Circle is an older, post s2, fic of hers, but it’s undeniably still one of my faves. A more recent fave is: this is your heart (can you feel it). These are both canonverse, but she writes amazing modern AUs as well. <3

12. Meghan @bellamyfrecklefaceblake AO3

I feel like Meghan writes the best epic-feelings-reveal scenes?? Some faves are: A Drunk Mind Speaks A Sober Heart and You Won’t Get Rid of Me Without a Fight. I want to live in the feelings at the end of these fics pls and thx. (Also, hope your hand is doing better!!)

13. Mel @caramelkru AO3

Is it getting old for me to keep saying I like everything insert-name-here writes?? I’d stop, except that it’s TRUE. Mel is fantastic. Her last installment in Good Times Gonna Come is so cute I can’t actually stand it. Something In The Air (That Night) is also super good. (She also writes Sethkate and Jyn/Cassian!)

(Okay I’m running out of time for these last few–gotta get to class–so I’ll just do one fic rec from each writer, BUT they’re all such fucking talented authors. Everything they write is amazing.)

14. Katie @dreamingundone AO3

take a running start

15. Jazz @hooksandheroics  AO3

Out of All the Gin Joints

16. S @kinetic-elaboration  AO3

Since There’s No Place To Go

17. Amber @bilexualclarke  AO3

asleep in the bathtub (also, like… her blog title doesn’t lie)

18. Emily @kieraknighted  AO3

Walk With Me

19. Annie @clarkescrusade  AO3

those broken and delicate things

20. Julia @enoughtotemptme  AO3

Aurora Borealis

21. @queenofchildren  AO3

But We Fight For Roses Too

I also asked for some lesser known fic recs, so check these out!

Lay It All On Me by @peetaspikelets

The Thing About Pre-Med by theprincessandtheking

In My Dreams We Are Always Together by andsowemeetagain


OKAY PHEW. I think that’s everything. As a last note, don’t forget to appreciate your favorite authors! A comment or reblog here and there goes a long way. Kudos and likes are lovely, but not quite as tangible as comments and tags.

Happy Reading!

LAS VEGAS — Chris Pine showed off his surprising new bald look in Las Vegas on Wednesday. It’s his idea, his handiwork and his story is the best hair tale you’ll hear all day.

“Yes I did it myself, I used clippers,” Pine told USA TODAY before taking the CinemaCon stage to promote his new movie Wonder Woman during the Warner Bros. presentation at the national convention of theater owners.

Pine’s new look is not for an upcoming acting role. Star Trek’s Captain Kirk was home ill with long hair and a full beard when he decided to start cutting out of boredom. It was an elaborate process, as he explained.

“I went through phases. So I had long hair and a beard. And first I did a facial hair thing. That was fun. I did the mustache. I did a little General Sherman,” Pine said of the Civil War general with a distinctive receding hairline and beard. “Then I did a full-shaved back (of the head). That was fun for a day.”

Please take a moment and imagine Chris Pine walking around his house with a shaved back of his head.

But the work went on.

“Then I got a fade. Then I started doing designs. And then I got real bored,” said Pine, admitting to hitting a hair “nadir.”

“I went full chop,” Pine said.

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HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS!

[Well not anymore since we’re approaching 200 somehow, but you get the drill.
Anyways, thanks for 100 followers! Here’s some Paladin centric HCs for you guys!]

★ Keith convinced Pidge to try on Allura’s crown while she wasn’t paying attention

  • It got stuck on her head and they panicked and tried to cut it off with Keith’s sword

★ The “””Bonding Moment””” is a meme forever engrained in paladin history

★ Pidge voice: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a lion should be able to fly

  • Lance, sliding across a table towards Keith: So, ya like jazz?

★ Everyone has seen high school musical so whenever they form Voltron, they scream the chant

★ Lance convinced everyone to do facemasks as a bonding exercise

★ Alteans never grow hair anywhere besides their head and face

  • Lance remembered all the time he’s spent shaving and cried

★ It’s an ongoing joke to lean towards Keith at random times to see if he’s turning purple yet

★ Shiro found a space Sephora in another space mall and broke down in tears while Keith just patted his back awkwardly

  • “Listen, I know it’s been a while, but people are staring. Shiro, get up, you’re the black paladin omg”

★ It’s a regular thing for Hunk to just carry another paladin around

Hunk voice: It’s a castle, it’s a ship, it’s a castle ship!

★ Pidge, Coran and Hunk upgraded the Gladiators to be more challenging and unpredictable, but in the end almost ended up killing everyone

  • Allura and Lance ended up taking them out

★ They all changed outfits once out of boredom

★ Shiro found a group chat setting in the lions, and just sent a shit ton of lenny faces

★ Shiro knows for a fact that Keith has been pining over Lance since before all this Voltron Nonsense, and proceeds to be the annoying brother Keith wished he never had

  • Shiro, thirsty for gossip and enjoys making his brother suffer: So what’d say to him once you saw him for the first time since the Garrison
  • Keith, already planning ways he can kill himself: I pretended i didn’t know him
  • Shiro, spitting out his nunvil: yoU DID W H A T

★ Coran’s mustache got cut off once, and everyone was horrified.

  • It??? Grew back in a day though????

★ Pidge climbs onto the nearest person when she gets scared

Lance voice: We are Voltron bum ba dum bum bum bum bum

★ Coran is the one to insist he doesn’t have a favorite, but everyone knows it’s Lance

★ The paladins tried to find out if Shiro wore eyeliner or not

  • They camped out in the rafters, courtesy of Pidge, with motion detectors in Shiro’s room and cameras in every bathroom
  • They didn’t get their answer, and Keith fell out the rafters

★ Hunk: Gee, it sure seems like updog in here

  • Lance: Hunk no
  • Coran: What??
  • Hunk: Y’now updog
  • Allura: What??? Is updog???
  • Hunk is too busy screaming to answer, and Lance is done

★ Kaltnecker is still around and scares the crap out of the paladins

  • Lance, jumping five feet into the air: hOLY COW
  • Hunk, Pidge and Keith: ( ° ʖ °)
  • Lance: NO

★ Everyone has a group chat where the scream about Klance

★ Coran and Shiro scream the most since Keith and Lance respectively go to them more often

★ They quietly whisper right hand man whenever Allura shows up in her battlesuit

★ Alteans can glow and nobody finds out until the castle has a blackout and the paladins are shook

  • Lance: i toLD YOU GUYS THIS CASTLE WAS HAUNTED
  • Coran: Worry not paladins! We’ve got the situation under control
  • **Allura and Coran begin glowing**
  • Pidge, quietly underneath her breath: yo wtf

★ The paladins find out they can have elemental powers and proceed to freak the fuck out

  • Lance: WHAT IF KEITH LIGHTS ME ON F I R E
  • Keith: WHAT IF YOU DROWN US
  • Pidge: I am the Lorax i speak for the trees
  • Hunk: I can be friends with the Balmera!
  • Shiro: I can finally fly away from all my problems

★ They all unlock them in different ways

  • Keithy-boi accidentally lights his pillow on fire because he was thinking about Lance
  • Somebody makes the mistake of pissing off Hunk and a rock goes flying towards them
  • Shiro was finally chilling until Lance started screaming that he was floating
  • Pidge got really frustrated about an invention while they were on another planet and a bunch of trees surrounded her
  • Last but not least, Lance got super homesick at one point and all the sudden all the waters on the planet started rising

Allura, sitting at a table, eyebrows pinched in thought: What the quiznak is a peanut?

Paladins, pouring nunvil into tiny cups: SHOTS SHOTS SHOT SHOTS

★ Hunk has blackmail on everyone, but will only use it if he deems it completely necessary

★ Nobody ever lets Pidge curse and she is Tired™

★ On several occasions have the Green and Yellow lion had to save their paladins from doing something stupid in the name of science

★ Everyone tried to make lightsabers

  • They were in space so why not??
  • They cut off Coran’s mustache again

★ They went to a planet and drank something?? They next thing they knew is that they were in the castle, Hunk suddenly had longer hair, Pidge’s glasses were gone and that Keith and Lance had strangely similar rings

★ Lance made everyone matching letterman jackets

  • Coran and Shiro teared up

★ Pidge and Hunk made Lance a camera and he screamed

★ Existential crises become a normal thing

  • Shiro, suddenly pausing his training: We’re just fucking power rangers
  • Hunk, dropping Pidge who he was carrying: Oh my god—to Allura and Coran we are the aliens
  • Keith, stopping in the middle of an argument: My entire life, i wondered if aliens were real while i was an alien

★ Everyone assumes its Hunk who doesn’t curse, but it’s actually Lance

★ “How many episodes of Steven Universe have we missed oh my god”

Allura, who just found this out about balloons from Shiro: Ah, Pidge! how exactly does one get square balloons?

  • Pidge, finally seizing her chance: You blow square breaths
  • Allura, holding one finger up: (ό‿ὸ)ノ w h a t

★ Hunk remembered they disappeared before he got to see Moana and just laid down on the floor for several hours

  • Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is basically his dad meaning Hunk missed his dad’s disney movie.

★ They accidentally stole a Yupper that was owned by Prince Lotor

Shortly after forming Voltron: What in formation?

★ Hunk has made a mental note of how many times he’s been right about people not being trustworthy

  • It’s 157

Shiro at one point: jeez we need an adult

  • Shiro, this time horrified: wait i am the adult

★ “It’s not gay if it’s in space.” “Actually the moon is a lesbian, so it is gay. check and mate, Lance.”

Pidge, aggressively: kISS KISS FALL IN SPACE YOU LOSERS

★ They programmed the castle to play the wii music, and Shiro nearly went on a rampage

★ Lance actually ended up knitting all the arusians sweaters

★ “We are beauty, we are grace, we are just gays lost in space” “Shiro liKES MEMES?”

★ Aliens are lowkey terrified of humans now

  • “The black paladin got his arm ripped off and managed to escape the galra? Count me out

★ “Wait, Voltron is just five lions stacked on top of each other omg this is wild”

★ The castle is actually haunted somewhat

  • Nobody knows by who, but they know weird shit is always going on

★ “Who you gonna call?” “VOLTRON”

★ They’re so confused on why Allura and Coran have british accents

  • We’re in space???this makes no sense????

★ Hunk tells Coran he’s helping him cook but really he’s making sure everything is safe for human consumption

★ Lance broke his arm once and Allura passed out

★ Lance and Hunk are the only ones with normal sleeping schedules

  • Coran is always awake?? Nobody knows if he actually goes to sleep, they’re afraid for him

★ Coran taught Pidge every way through the vents and she now uses it to her advantage

★ Hunk is always getting marriage proposals from aliens

★ Pidge has almost been adopted on several occasions

★ They start a service that kinda works like fan mail and are surprised by how many kids want to be them

  • “Why do all these kids want to be dead inside???”

★ The tag yourself meme becomes a usual thing

  • “Tag urself, im that king that keith accidently set on fire”
  • “I’m Shiro screaming hysterically”
  • “I’m that guy who just doesn’t give any shits”

★ Allura is forever deemed Space Beyoncé

★ Coran has a special cup to protect his mustache from getting tea in it

Lance, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat: Does liking Keith make me a furry?

★ Voltron malfunctioned somehow and threw them all onto the planet they were saving and no one has recovered

  • “I WANT A FUCKING REFUND, THIS MAGIC CAT MAN THREW ME OUT BITCH”
  • Voltron somehow beat it on it’s own???
  • Everyone is salty bc it did a better job than they ever did

★ “It’s okay if you’re a furry and a texan, we still love you.” “i alREADY HAD TO DEAL WITH YOUR BROTHER BUT NOW T H I S”

★ Slav hangs around and drags everyone into the Multiverse theory

★ “gO GO POWER RANGERS” **bad sound effects**

★ They argue over what sound the particle barrier makes

  • “Guys, no. it makes that sound when you hear a window opening, y’know?”
  • “No, Lance, it’s more like the sound you hear when you’re on a swing”
  • “Both of you are wrong, it makes that sound you hear when you drop out of the sky”
  • “WE ARE STILL FIGHTING THE GALRA. But it actually makes a noise kinda like Shwooop.”

★ “How are you supposed to protect your shit from criminals??”

  • “Hire Voltron”
  • “Everyone started hiring Voltron”
  • “Rich important people hired Voltron. Poor people who could not afford to hire Voltron did not hire Voltron”

★ **The Galra start attacking the ship** “Knock knock, it’s the Galra. With huge ships. With guns. Gunships.”

★ Shiro voice: Think about it, everyday we get one day closer to getting nachos

  • Hunk voice: that’s actually really nice
  • Pidge voice: what if i die tomorrow and don’t get nachos?
  • Keith voice: then tomorrow is nacho lucky day
  • Lance voice: nO

★ Lance is always the last to find things out without fail

★ Once something was inside the castle that basically put people into a coma when the went to sleep, so everyone had to stay up for at least 2 weeks straight

  • Keith was so sleep deprived that he told Lance bad space pick-up lines for two hours while they cuddled
  • THEY WEREN’T DATING YET

★ They have a board that reads “The last time we did something gay”

  • The longest they’ve gone is 4 days

★ Everyone always forgets what number they are

  • Coran: Come on, number 3, I have something to show you!
  • The Paladins:  **Caveman spongebob meme**

★ “hEY NOW, YOU’RE IN VOLTRON, GET YOUR LION, GET REKT”

★ They have Bonding Sessions where they talk about their families and what they hope they’re doing

★ Everyone thinks it’s Keith or Pidge who talk about punching Iverson, but nope, it’s Hunk

  • He told everyone that Matt, Professor Holt and Shiro were dead and is probably telling his family the same thing
  • He’s not letting that shit slide

★ They visit Balmera regularly so Hunk can see his rock girlfriend

  • BALLmera is life amirite?”

★ Everyone has so many questions over Allura’s hair

  • “Is her hair made out of clouds, or am i dreaming?”
  • “How did she get all of that into a bun? i can barely put my hair into a ponytail wtf”

★ “I’m paladin” “I hate this fucking family”

★ No one can count how many times they’ve seen Keith staring at Lance while he wasn’t looking

Coran, obviously frustrated shortly after Pidge goes missing at some point: HOW DO YOU LOSE A WOMAN?

  • Hunk, quietly, but with a lot of feeling: You forget to cherish her
Auston Matthews #2

Requested by Anon: hi could you please do one of auston matthews where you act like you hate each other but you’re both secretly in love ? and one of you confesses his/hers feelings ? thank you :) x

Warnings: Drinking, degrading talk of the main character, mean girls

Word Count: 2500

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for your patience. I loved this prompt! I hope you enjoy it! 

Originally posted by werenskiz

You were always bad with emotions. Okay that wasn’t entirely true, you really were only bad with one emotion and anything that had to do with it, it being Love. So were you in love with Auston Matthews? No… Maybe… Yes. You were completely mad about the NHL player. And he made you completely mad. He angered you in every way. Well, maybe half of that was your fault. Like mentioned earlier, you weren’t great with the emotion of love, which meant, Auston made you nervous. It was hard to talk to him any time you were around him. Eventually you tried to avoid him at all costs but you also wanted to be around him 24/7. So yeah, there was some hostility between you two. To be fair it wasn’t all your fault. Auston was the one who started the hate relationship you two now had. It was clear ever since the third time you hung out with him. You had slyly mentioned to your best friend, Mitch Marner, that you thought Auston was attractive. You may have understated your emotions for Auston though. The first time you saw Auston, you knew. You knew that he was the one. You never once believed in true love at first sight but the moment Auston looked at you with those big brown eyes, you believed. With that being said, things had got a lot more difficult since then. Mitch said he would talk to Auston for you and from that point on Auston was always rude towards you. You thought it was because he actually didn’t like you and was just trying to send the message. A message where he hated you. It was clear. Mitch didn’t understand it. He said he’d try and tell Auston to settle down but you asked him not to. You didn’t want Auston to know you even cared.             

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Bad Girl

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Request: anon: Can you do one where you date peter Parker and the avengers are really protective of him specially Tony and Bucky and they all question you when he’s goes to the bathroom or something

A/N: I am free from the cage called exams. You can now expect regular posts. This one is just a drabble I wrote. I am really tired so I won’t blabber. Hope you like it!

Warning(s): none!

Word Count: 929

Originally posted by hamilll

“aren’t they the cutest superhero couple, folks?” the overly sweet, enthusiastic voice of the news anchor lady rang through the common room. Everyone’s eyes were fixed upon the television screen with varying expression. “just look at them, young, in love, saving the world together, just the perfect couple.” She said as she pointed at a picture of you and Spiderman a.k.a peter. His arms were around your waist, one of your hand was on his chest while you caressed his cheek with the other. “Spiderman and the Sorceress, people. something to look at when you’re having a-“ Tony turned the T.V off and tossed the remote on the couch.

‘they’re so cute together.’ Wanda scrunched her nose as she grinned.

‘I can agree.’ Thor’s voice rumbled as he entered the room.

‘No!’ tony uncrossed his arms and pointed a finger at her. ‘she’s not yet verified by me.’

‘or me’ Bucky walked in the room.

“or me” Steve and Natasha added in unison.

‘aww, come one, people. let the kids live a little’ Pietro zapped in the room and plopped on the couch. “they’ll be here in a couple of minutes by the way.” He leaned back and stretched.

‘I don’t think I encourage it, the girl always destroys things when she’s trying to do to do the hero stuff.’ Tony argued.

‘oh, the irony’ Clint smiled at the ceiling.

  ‘we at least know how to handle this shit she-‘ Natasha stopped speaking as she saw you both enter the room.

 You both stopped at a distance and smiled at them. they looked at you up and down, you wore ripped jean and a black leather jacket. kohl light and strength heavy in your eyes, you qualified for the classic bad girl.

‘hey everyone, this is (y/n)’ peter held his arms up to show you off and you chuckled. You received a bunch of greeting from everyone except.

‘so, this is your super girlfriend, huh parker?’ Pietro grinned.

‘yes.’ You wrapped an arm around peter’s waist and jerked him towards you. ‘it’s quite obvious with all the pictures and everything circling around, isn’t it?’

‘yup,’ tony said. ‘a little too obvious.’ Tony sarcastically grinned at peter as he tried to avoid his gaze.

‘why don’t you sit down?’ vision landed on the ground.

‘almost forgot he was hovering here.’ Clint muttered. ‘so, kids, when did this all start?’

  ‘just a couple of run ins’ peter shrugged.

‘and,’ you sat down in a manly manner with arms crossed. ‘an awful lot of flirting.’ You stressed each word and grinned at him. he shoved you playfully and you stuck your tongue out.

‘oh, I didn’t know you were capable, spiderling. I thought you were,’ Tony pretended to think for a while. ‘shy and awkward.’

  ‘he isn’t with the mask on, sir’ you looked at him.

‘I-‘ peter was interrupted by his phone. ‘it’s aunt May, I gotta take this.’ He got up. ‘see you in a minute.’ He smiled at you.

‘don’t keep me waiting, sugar!’ you called out.

‘NO’ he mouthed and you threw your arms up in surrender.

‘CAN’T HELP IT.’ you mouthed. He rolled his eyes and left.

‘that’s a little too much of a nickname.’ Bucky said.

‘sorry sir, it’s just I’m not capable of altering myself for others.’ You replied. ‘peter talks a lot about all of you’

‘that’s good, we can get to the main thing then.’ Tony smiled. ‘what are your powers?’ he leaned forwards and asked. You smirked to yourself. Were they trying to scare you?

‘element manipulation.’ You replied.

‘can you fully control them, enough not to hurt others?’ Steve asked.

‘yes. My hair, well, they burst up in flames if I’m enraged.’ You explained.

‘so, you can hurt someone if you get too… excited?’ tony cleared his throat.

‘no, no, I don’t think I’ve ever done that. You can trust me with that one.’ you couldn’t help but grin a bit.

‘are you kids indulging in activity not appro-‘ Steve started to speak but you interrupted him.

‘Sorry to interrupt you but that’s very personal, sir.’ You said sternly.

‘what kind of a student are you?’ Bruce tried to change the topic.

‘ 7. Something gpa type. I have other talents so I think I can make up for the remaining.’ You shrugged.

‘do you know how to fight?’ Natasha asked.

‘not all that good but learning, ma’am.’ You smiled.

‘you are free to come over if you wanna train.’ Natasha smiled at you.

‘that would be very nice, thank you.’ you tilted your head and smiled. ‘anything else you all would like to ask?’ you looked around.

‘no,’ peter walked in. ‘if you’re done interrogating my girlfriend, can we leave?’ he asked and received a nod from tony. ‘thank you.’

‘thank you, everyone. It was nice meeting you. good bye.’ You received a bunch of byes as you two left.

‘you liked ‘em?’ peter asked as you two got in the elevator.

‘actually, I did. they’re really protective of you though.’ you said. ‘it was a bit boring though.’ You looked at him. he smirked, wrapped his arms around your waste and pulled you forwards making you crash into his chest.

‘you wanna kiss away the boredom?’ he asked in a low voice.

‘I’m so glad I brought out the bad boy in you.’ you wrapped your arms around his neck.

‘nothing in the elevator, kids.’ Tony’s voice rang through the lift and you both jumped away.

‘sorry, Mr. Stark!’ peter said as his face turned a bright shade of red.

There’s No Need to be Jealous Klaus

        Request: Hii can you do a Klaus imagine where the reader is hanging out with kol & Klaus gets jealous

Characters: Reader, Kol, Klaus, and Elijah

Warnings: Jealous and angry Klaus, insecurity, etc.           

You were currently in the Mikaelson mansion. You were sat on the couch flipping through a magazine when Kol flopped down beside you.

“I’m bored!” he exclaimed.

“What would you like me to do about it?” you inquired, continuing to casually flip through the magazine.

“Provide some entertainment so I don’t eat you out of boredom?”

“We both know that if you did eat me, you would end up back in your coffin and you’d still be bored so that isn’t even close to a solution,” I stated looking up at him calmly.

“You spend too much time with Nik and Elijah,” Kol huffed.

“Well, I am dating Nik and he trusts Elijah with me.”

“Can we please go to The Grill or something?” kol whined.

“Why do you need me to go?”

“Because I consider you to be a friend, and if I leave you home alone Nik will have my head.”

“Alright, we can go. Come along then,” you conceded and the two of you walked to The Grill. Once you entered, you two sat at the bar. Kol ordered something you didn’t know the name of and you just ordered a milkshake.

“This is much better,” Kol commented sipping his drink.

“You are such a child,” you chuckled.

“I am like over a thousand years older than you,” Kol pointed out.

“And you are still a child,” you teased taking a sip of your milkshake when it arrived.

“Says the girl dating Niklaus.”

“Which is how I know that you are a child, and so is Nik.”

“Fair enough.”

“Exactly,” you chuckled.

“Can I ask you a question?” Kol asked.

“Of course you can.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…why are you with my brother?”

“Not two hours alone and you’re already trying to steal my Y/N brother,” Klaus growled as he walked up behind Kol.

“Nik, calm down. He’s not flirting with me,” you tried to soothe your angry boyfriend.

“You’re taking his side?” Klaus challenged.

“I’m not taking sides Klaus, I’m just trying to..”

“Trying to tell me that you like my brother better, I get it,” Klaus snapped before speeding away.

“We should probably go and find him before he goes on a rampage,” kol sighed paying the bartender and leading you to find Klaus. You two tried the mansion first and walked inside to see Klaus throwing things around.

“Nik! Nik stop!” you yelled trying to go stand in front of him, but Kol grabbed you and held you back. This just made Nik angrier.

“LET Y/N GO!” Klaus demanded, his hybrid face showing.

“Calm down and I will. You could hurt our lovely Y/N,” Kol countered.

“I WOULD NEVER!”

“Not intentionally, but accidents happen and you would never forgive yourself and you’d leave to protect them and then you’d just be angry all the time and…”

“Enough, both of you!” Elijah ordered speeding into the room.

“STAY OUT OF IT ELIJAH!” Klaus ordered.

“Stay out of what? What’s even going on?”

“Kol is trying to steal Y/N from me,” Klaus spat.

“What on earth are you on about?” Elijah questioned.

“They were acting all chummy with each other and then Kol asked Y/N why they are dating me!”

“Kol?” Elijah demanded turning to Kol.

“I wasn’t flirting! I was asking more out of curiousity because they are such opposites and I wanted to be sure that they are actually in love because they’re so happy together and I don’t want either of them to get hurt!”

“You…you weren’t trying to..” Klaus sputtered, his face returning to normal.

“Even if he was, I would never…I love you Nik,” you said. Nik smiled and sped to stand in front of you.

“You love me?”

“Of course I do,” you admitted.

“I love you to, my love,” Klaus spoke softly before pulling you into a warm hug.

“I think I might go and vomit now,” Kol fake gagged.

“Shut up Kol,” you and Klaus spoke at the same time.

A/N: I hope you guys like it!!!!

Caught White Handed- (Matt Murdock X Reader Smut)

Words: 3,300

Summary: Reader is more ready to go than a dog in heat. She pleasures herself but after getting drunk, things go to a whole new level.

Warnings: THIS IS PURE FILTH. Masturbation, oral, sex, alcohol, erotica, many mentions of horniness.

Author’s Note: Writing this has been a spiritual journey. This is pure sin, and I have gone last the need for holy water. I’d appreciate if some of you guys asked for fluff now. Anyways, enjoy!


You sighed as you sat there in your chair, swiveling. Never did you think you’d see the day in Hell’s Kitchen that there’d be no pictures to take, no crime scenes to manage, but it did.

You worked at the police station in town and it was your job to take pictures of the crime scenes. Seeing blood and violence twelve hours a day usually was all you did before you went home and passed out in bed.

Only, that day there was nothing to look at. You were surprised with how long you had withstood the boredom, ten and a half hours. Just half an hour and a half more until you got off. So while spinning in your chair, you decided to make a phone call. You hummed the numbers to yourself and typed them on your phone. It rung and rung until you heard that all so familiar voice. “It’s Foggy Nelson of Nelson and Murdock, I can’t get to the phone right now, leave a message.” Beep.

You sighed, “Hey Fogs, I was wondering if you’d want to meet up at Josie’s tonight with the others. If you’re coming, don’t even bother to call back. See you soon.”

You dialed another number but only got the same result. “It’s Karen Page, I’m probably at work right now but leave a message after the beep.” Beep.

“Hey Karen, my gal pal, I was wondering if you wanna meet up at Josie’s tonight. If I don’t hear back from you, I’m gonna suppose you’ll be there. See ya.”

With a groan, you called up the phone of the third of the Musketeers. It wouldn’t stop ringing so you were pulling your phone away from your ear, ready to hang up until you heard, “hello?”

You threw the phone back up towards your ear and smiled. “Hey Matt, I wasn’t expecting you to pick up. Karen nor Fogs did.”

He chuckled. “They’re probably hanging out again, we got off early today. How about you?”

Matt could hear you groan over the phone and he did his best to hold back a chuckle as you answered. “I’m in hell and my throne is a spinning computer chair. That’s why I was seeing if you guys would wanna go to Josie’s later, a drink sounds nice.”

“Sure, what time? Nine?”

You nodded by reflex but then realized Matt couldn’t see you then (not like he could if you were in person either). “Oh, um, yeah. Nine is good.”

Suddenly you heard him burst out into a small fit of laughter. “You nodded, didn’t you?”

You felt your cheeks grow red from the accusation. “No! How dare you insinuate such a thing?” You paused a second before pausing, giving a weak giggle, “okay fine, I did.”

You heard him laugh one more time before he said bye. Once again the office was quiet. Only an hour and fifteen more minutes you told yourself. What could you do to pass the time? Your eyes flickered to the small thing in your purse. Reading to pass the time sounded nice. Yet, the kind of book it was made you worry. Reading an erotica in the office probably wasn’t the best idea.

You spun in your chair again, until you felt like you’d fall over even while sitting down, and growled, “screw it.”

Seconds later the book was snatched up from your purse and opened to the nearest page. And with hungry eyes, and ovaries , you read on.

“There he was in the doorway, standing there as he watched her pleasure herself. She was facing away, moonlight casting a glow on her skin, a thin sheet of sweat covering her body. He could see her arm twitching, he could hear the sound of her fingers plunging in and out of her soaking wet core.

"Most of all he could hear those wonderful sounds of ecstasy coming from her lips. He tried to remember back to what lipstick she wore that day, a lovely wine color, he remembered.”

You didn’t know when exactly it had happened, but you found your hand on your thigh, your legs apart, and yourself heaving. It had been a long time since you had been in the bedroom, and every day you were getting more desperate. More desperate for a certain guy at that.

Whenever you read the book in your shaking hand, you imagined him. The guy you wanted to get into your pants. His puppy dog eyes, even though they were usually covered by glasses, those full, pink lips, his nicely combed hair that you just wanted to run your fingers through, the short stubble across his face, those large, rough hands, all of them just turned you to putty.

You sighed as you continued to read the book.

“He watched on and noticed the light shake of her legs. She’s close, he told himself. He wanted to wait until she was done, just strip for her then and there, but instead he silently shut the door behind him before letting his pants and boxers drop to the floor. He sat there, his thumb rubbing over his tip as he silenced a moan. He could feel the warm of precum on his fingers as he began to stop teasing the tip, but to instead begin to drag his hand up and down along his shaft.

"The girl on the bed was climaxing yet her hand wouldn’t stop. ‘Oh God!’ Yet she still continued, her core aching as it released but she still wouldn’t stop. It felt too good to stop.

"Then her limbs fell back tirelessly on the bed as a warmth leaked out of her, and she knew that she would stain the sheets.”

You were breathless as your hand was no longer outside of your pants but in them. You had locked your office door and the room was soundproof but you still tried to stay as quiet as possible.

Your middle finger was feeling around, just trying to find the perfect spot for your clit. Once you had hit it, you gave one of the most pornographic noises possible and began to massage it, making the pleasure last, but it wasn’t enough. Suddenly your fingers began to go harder, faster, until finally it was getting hard to keep your hand there. You could feel as you throbbed from releasing, but you didn’t want it to end either.

So you continued. You kept that fast pace, resisting the urge to yell or moan or groan or do anything as you released twice more. You slumped in your chair, feeling your panties filled, and gave a sigh. You sat there and looked over to your phone on the desk. Only a matter of fifteen minutes had passed. You still had another hour.

So, for an hour you read. For an hour your legs shook with every new climax. For an hour, your hand hurt, wanting to stop, but your wet core didn’t.

You were out the door and into your car soon as it struck seven. Your impure hand gripped around the tire, the fake leather putting ideas into your head that you’d never admit.

You began to drive, every bump or harsh turn led to feeling the juices of your climaxes slosh against you. I really need a shower, you thought.

You found yourself at your apartment, one of the safer areas in Hell’s Kitchen, although to be frank, no area there was really safe.

You had an hour and fifteen minutes to be ready and meet up at Josie’s. You could take your time in the shower, but even then half an hour wouldn’t pass. You debated, you could take a normal shower, or do a bit more. It was a hard choice. You were already aching a bit from earlier but hot water would help the soreness you told yourself.

So, you found yourself twisting two old handles until short bursts of water pellets released. You stood there, completely nude with cum running down your leg as you waited for the water to run consistently and for it to warm up.

You gave a sigh of pure relaxation as you stepped into the shower. You could already feel yourself being cleansed, but not well enough. You slowly, yet gently, pulled the shower head off the wall and spread your legs. You let the hot water hit you, hit your clit and your folds.

“Oh God,” you mewled. It was surely cleaning you out, but maybe doing a little more than that. Suddenly, your hand could itself slick in your juices, two fingers pumping in and out as you began to focus the water onto your clit.

It only took moments before your legs were shaking as another orgasm, the most powerful one yet, had racked your body and left it feeling like a hand was wrapped around your throat. You immediately took your hand out of yourself and lathered a bath ball up with soap. You needed to stop it. Making yourself climax only caused a short lived satisfaction while if it were from someone you actually wanted to have sex with, well, that would manage to keep you satisfied.

So, you decided to take a legitimate shower. Thirty minutes had passed by the time you got out. You had thirty-five minutes to get ready then to walk to Josie’s. So, in just a towel, you had managed to get a brush through your hair, blow drying it too. Did light makeup of a little mascara and lipstick before getting to choose an outfit. Red felt like your color that night.

So, a red top, skinny jeans, a black leather jacket, and a pair of red pumps to match. So that was another half an hour later.

Five more minutes. You made sure you had your house keys, purse, your erotica not in the purse, and you were ready to leave.

When the New York street greeted you, it wasn’t as cold as you had expected. Street lights were on, as were the lights of oncoming and going traffic. That late at night, the neighborhood streets weren’t as crowded as usual.

You brushed by people here, people there, but the streets were nearly silent. Or as silent as the city could be. You were almost there when you saw someone behind you, a taller figure who seemed broad enough to be a threat.

So, you reached into your pocket, ready to call 911 if needed, and turned around. Just as you were about to say something, you realized who it was. “Matt?”

He paused, a look of confusion evident with the way his mouth was. “Y/N?”

You stepped back towards him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “It’s me. I didn’t know you were behind me.”

He chuckled, “I didn’t know you were in front of me.” You both laughed for a moment before he added, “may I hold your arm? I know the way but I’d feel better with someone leading me.”

You nodded and wrapped your hand around his arm, feeling the muscle even through the suit. You mentally jet repeating to yourself to not think of the book.

Meanwhile, Matt was trying to figure out the air around him. The air was a mix of smells, too many for him to say. Gas, smoke, whiskey, but right next to him at his arm, he could smell your body wash, your shampoo, your conditioner, your perfume, but something else. It was so covered up by the other smells, but it was still there. It also somehow felt familiar.

He decided it would be best to ignore it, but he could taste something in the air that also felt familiar. Maybe they were from the same thing. Maybe you had some gum in your purse. That would make sense.

So, you two found yourself in Josie’s, the blonde duo already sitting there.

Foggy turned around at the sound of the door and smiled. “Matt, do you have a radar for attractive women? A third of the time I see you, one is hanging onto your arm.”

“Maybe it’s God’s way of rewarding me through the hardships of blindness,” he laughed.

Your stomach turned, God damn his laugh. You didn’t understand how something so precious could be so arousing.

You lightly shook your head, getting the thought out before you and Matt sat down. The row of barstools went Karen, Fogs, Matt, and lastly, yourself.

Josie had came over and asked what everyone wanted. The trio all said beer whilst you said scotch. They looked over at you laughing. You always took your liquor much easier than those three.

Three glasses, six shots, and one beer later, you couldn’t even sit properly. You hummed happily, cheeks as flushed looking as your lipstick. Your eyes were wide, and you were leaning over the counter, flirting with the young bartender that Josie had hired roughly a week prior.

Karen had done a few shots herself, but that was with two bottles of beer. Foggy decided to take one beer, one margarita. Then Matt, he had only beer.

It was about two in the morning and everyone knew you were too drunk to go back to your place.

“Hey Fogs, mind helping me get Y/N back to my place?”

So then began the fun of walking you about five blocks over to Matt’s. They got you up to his floor and you heavily insisted you could manage to walk on your own.

They had to give it to you, even when you were drunk off your ass, you still managed to walk pretty straight, in heels at that.

Fogs patted Matt on the shoulder one time before saying bye. That’s when Matt turned around to not see your jacket and heels kicked off by the couch, which you were leaning over. “Hey Matty, can I use your shower?”

Just the sound of her gentle, yet drunken, voice had managed to cause a warmth on his face but he just nodded. He heard her walk out, still trying to figure out what the smell was.

He heard the water turn on, your clothes hitting the floor. He shook his head. Focus on something else. So, he found himself on the couch, throwing his blazer to the floor, shoes, tie, everything he needed to just simply relax. So he sat there in dress pants and a t-shirt.

He thought back. That smell was so familiar. He could almost taste it. And as the night went on, it only got stronger. There were other odd things he noticed in the night, like you biting your lip, squirming, blushing, but that was just your drunkness, he thought.

Then from the shower, he heard something.

“Oh God,” you gasped. He was about ready to run to the bathroom to see if you were alright, but another noise came after it.

You were in the shower, your fingers finding their way to pleasure. You leaned up against the shower wall, two fingers massaging your clit. You weren’t as drunk as you were when you left Josie’s but you were still drunk enough to be sitting there fingering yourself in Matt’s shower.

You found yourself slumping against the wall as your hand began to go faster. He heard the moans, he realized what the smells and tastes were, and he was fighting to keep it in his pants.

“Oh God!” He listened to your voice as it began to get more breathless. He could nearly imagine you, as your legs shook against his tile wall. He could taste your oncoming climax. God, he apologized for using that name in vain, but he wanted to really taste it.

That’s when he heard it.

“Oh Matt!’

He knew he was screwed.

It was no more than five minutes later that the water was off, and you were standing in his living room with only a towel. "Matt,” you meekly called out, “do you have a shirt I can borrow?”

He stood up, trying his best to stay away from you, based off of your breathing and voice. “Of course,” he obliged as he led you to his room. As he dug through drawers, trying to find a t-shirt to lend you, he spoke. “So, what took you so long in the shower?”

Your face turned bright as your eyes grew. Did he know? “I was just, um, thinking. Sorry, I think best in water.” You were still drunk, so coming up with an excuse wasn’t as easy as it normally would’ve been.

“I can taste the air. I could hear everything. I could hear the way you said my name.”

You stiffened. You were afraid. Afraid that the years of friendship you had built up would come crumbling down into a horny, drunken mistake. “Matt, I-”

“Everything I heard, they made me want you.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. He couldn’t have meant that, could he?

“I have to admit, I’ve been tempted to ask you on a date before. Sure, I’ve had romantic thoughts, but never have I wanted you this bad. So if you’re willing to let me do things to you, drop the towel and lay down.”

Never had Matt been so commanding of you, and frankly it caused a pang in your stomach. So, your arms gently pulled the two sides of the towel away from each other, and let it fall to the floor. You found yourself laying down, your legs open.

Matt slowly rid himself of his dress pants, letting you see the bulge beneath. You held in a gasp as he crawled onto the bed, like he could see. His right hand had gripped your thigh, slowly moving upward that’s when his thumb had come across you. Had come across your clit to be exact.

You moaned immediately and then his head found itself between your legs. The first thing he did was nibble and suck on your clit.

Every little movement, every little spark of euphoria, you had mewled or moaned. It took him even less time to make you orgasm than it did when you used your fingers. And that’s when his tongue began to explore. You could feel him start to lick you clean as you were still seeing stars.

He had milked you through three orgasms from his tongue, two from biting and sucking. You were climaxing so easily, all because of him.

You were in a daze, but then he was leaning over you, pressing his lips against yours. You could feel his tongue slide into your mouth, sharing the taste of your own juices and his boxers had came off at some point.

You held your breath as he began to put himself in, making sure you felt every inch, centimeter, millimeter, everything. Your hands tightened around the sheets, feeling the cool compared to the inferno of you and Matt.

He threw his glasses to the nightstand as he began to pull back and thrust right back in, faster, harder. “Oh God,” you cried. He made you tell past the point of words as he grunted and groaned himself.

“Oh Y/N!” You felt the very moment his cock had begun to swell. Much as you began to try and close. At the same moment, in some sort of erotic symphony, you two climaxed at once, and shouted each other’s names.

That wasn’t the end of it even when you two collapsed. After moments of rest, you’d get right back up again, not wanting the pleasure to end.

You didn’t know when it happened, you didn’t even remember it when you woke up. All you knew was that you woke up in bed next to the man you had been after for nearly two years. He was already awake and smiled.

“Morning Y/N.”

You didn’t bother with courtesies. “Why the hell and how the hell did I end up with you?”

He chuckled, “thank the alcohol.”

So from that moment on, you always thanked the alcohol.

Something to Get Up For

Summary: The panicked, heart racing moments following Neil’s abduction to Baltimore, as told by a deteriorating Andrew. (Neil/Andrew)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: swearing! mentions of abuse! scars! like. it’s tfc honestly >_>

A/N: I know this has been beautifully fleshed out before, but I couldn’t get it out of my head, and I am as obsessed as I am stymied with the workings of Andrew’s mind.

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20 Questions ft. Solangelo

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12369818/1/20-Questions

I decided to write a little fanfic on how those three days of bed rest began for Nico & Will just after Heroes of Olympus ended. I love those boys so here we are. Hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to follow me here and even on Fanfic

“This is seriously the most boredom I have felt in under two hours,” Nico groaned, shifting again in the bed. “Why did I agree to three days of bed rest?”

“Because I wasn’t asking,” Will responded. “So play this game with me then. Maybe it’ll help.”

Nico let out a sigh from his spot in the cot a bit away. “Fine. What game?”

Will looked over in surprise and smiled faintly. He went to the edge of the bed where the son of Hades reclined and settled in with the bandages and scissors he was working with.

“20 Questions, but my way.”

“I don’t even know what regular 20 questions is,” Nico grumbled as he shifted his feet away from Will. “But sure, whatever.”

“Well, I’ll ask you a question and you have to answer. Then, you can ask  me, and so on for the next 20 questions,” Will explained as he clipped off some squares of gauze.

Nico hesitantly nodded. “Okay. You ask first then?”

Will nodded and looked up as he spoke his first question. “What’s your favorite color, and you can’t say black.”

Nico frowned. “Then… blue.”

Will raised a golden eyebrow then nodded. “Okay. Your turn.”

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Imagine a stressful day of school/work, exhausted from the boredom that you had to trudge through the whole day. As you arrive home you crawled onto your bed and took out your phone, opening Tumblr and simply scrolling through your dash until you feel a warm embrace wrapping around you. “Why did you take so long getting home?” he whispered in your ear as you turned to face BamBam, giving him a sweet short kiss. “I am sorry… It was just a really stressful day” you sighed, obviously down about the day. But he wasn’t going to sit there and watch as you fell into a slump. He pulled your phone out of your hands and crawled on top of you “Awww, I am sorry… I feel bad for a cutie like you to go through a hard day like this… I think you deserve a reward” he teased as he started kissing you. Each kiss getting deeper and deeper as the movements you two shared became hotter. The rush was amazing and the excitement was getting to be to much. Unable to hold it back any longer, you started moaning in pure bliss but soon realization hit as your face slowly turned red from embarrassment. This was the first time you ever truly moaned in front of someone before and you weren’t use to it. The only possible thing you were able to was stare up and look at the sly smirk planted on his face. “Your so cute kitten~” He cooed as you hid your face.

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First trip with kdaddy, it was really sweet of him to get me business class. Transited in HK and told him i need to get some sunscreen but actually aiming for all the shit that is there in the duty free 😬

We checked in to a room with 2 single beds. Well.. actually I prefer that way. Yes, we do get intimate, but every night we’re sleeping on separate beds. He knows I can’t cuddle-sleep, also I tend to be on my phone most nights before I sleep, hah. 🙈

The hardest about travelling with SD IMO is having to look presentable at all time. And thank god he brought a few friends, otherwise I think we would ran out of things to say for the 4 days trip, or I died of boredom because I can’t tell anyone I’m on the trip. My family and friends were all thinking that I’m at school.

Overall, I had SO MUCH fun. My two other friends (posted about turning them to SBs awhile ago) who were on the trip with me did contribute to the experience too. But, the happiest things of all, my friends approve of my SD. 👍And they thought he is too kind and generous (isn’t that what every SB looking for? XD) Really though, I was glad and very proud of Kdaddy. I had a few on and off SDs before and no one come close to him. It is really not about how rich he is ( net worth of 10 mil but will never spend a single cent on you is BS), but how much he actually care and willing to spoil.

Yes, bathroom passes are discriminatory.

I have a huge problem with bathroom passes. My teachers don’t do this anymore, but they did all throughout middle school and until junior year of high school. While I understand that the intent of bathroom passes is to prevent students from going to the bathroom out of boredom, the reality is that they discriminate against people with periods. (Disclaimer: they also discriminate against people with physical disabilities that cause them to need to go to the restroom more often, but for the sake of simplicity, I’ll be discussing people with periods.)

The thing is, people with periods and people without periods get the same number of passes. So, for example, a cis guy gets to go to the bathroom to pee or go on his phone or whatever, say, four times per semester, while someone who menstruates might only get to go once, assuming they are forced to use their other three passes to change a sanitary product.

As always, people with periods (who tend to be perceived as women by the majority of society) get the short end of the stick. Yeah.

Battered and Bruised Ch. 5 (Bucky x reader)

Hello loves! I hope you’ve been enjoying this series, it’s been a lot of fun to write. Getting messages from you always makes me smile. Enjoy chapter five, it’s about to get hella angsty. Have a wonderful afternoon, I love you all. 

Description:  Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: Angst, scars, kinda smutty but not really, and stripping lol

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“Come on, babe. Dance with me.” Bucky was standing in the middle of your room, the stereo playing some forties slow song. He had a big grin on his face as he reached his arm out to you, hoping you would take it.

“Buck, you know I can’t dance.” You were sitting on your shared bed, a novel sitting in your lap. Regardless, you set it down on the nightstand and took his hand. He pulled up you and walked you to the center of the bedroom. 

“I know you can’t,” he gave you a kiss on the lips after he saw that you were gaping at him. “But, I can. So you’ll stand on my toes.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, as he wrapped his around your waist. You stood on his toes and you danced around the room, giggling. He pulled you into his chest as he spun around the room, thinking about nothing besides the fact that he wanted to be with you. Always.


“Clear!” The doctor pressed the paddles to your chest, sending an electric shock through your unresponsive body. Nothing. 

“Come on, F/N! Set it to three hundred joules… Clear!” The metal plates jolting your body, making your back arch. Still, nothing. 

Bucky stood in the middle of the room, watching you slip from his fingers. He was frozen, he couldn’t rip his eyes away from you. Tears began to fall onto his cheeks and soon enough he was sobbing. Steve shuffled the rest of the team out of the room, telling them that they he didn’t want them to see what might happen next. Once Steve got everyone out, he wrapped his arm around Bucky and he fell into his shoulder, loud and heart wrenching screams escaping his mouth. It was heartbreaking to hear.

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