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Jealous - Doctor Strange X Reader [SMUT]

Title: Jealous 

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Reader

Characters: Doctor Strange, Reader, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Request: Hello! I was wondering if maybe you could do a Doctor Strange x reader fic where he gets jealous for some reason or another and it ends kinda smutty. Thanks! By @psychofangirlfromhell

Summary: When the Doctor gets jealous the reader decides to bring out the little green monster in him for some fun…

Warnings: SMUT, of course :)

A/N: If I wasn’t on the naughty list before I sure as hell am now…. ;) I hope you enjoy @psychofangirlfromhell, sorry it took so long xx 

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.” Iago from the Shakespearean play Othello. It ‘twas my inspiration for this wonderful

Tags: @trinswhimsys @tmntwhat-you-get-is-what-you-see

Originally posted by ohwowillustration

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story time: so as a kid my bff and I were absolutely obsessed with her ouija board. honestly like we were already the weird kids who could spout mythology and urban myths on cue and stuff (which isn’t very weird, I know, but for our very small whitebread town it was) and she dug this old 80s glow-in-the-dark ouija board out of her basement one day and for like a month that is all we did 

I know for a fact we annoyed the bajeebus out of her parents with it since we would set up and just ask all these dead people really boring questions because hey, we were like twelve, and didn’t really put much thought into it

highlights include (but are not limited to): getting Merlin pissed off at us, having two different gods tell us blatantly contradicting prophecies, annoying several dead relatives by temporarily bedazzling our planchette, and completely misreading everything the devil told us because it was the ass crack of dawn and we refused to turn a light on because the ouija board glows in the dark!!

moral of the story is that being dead, a god, and/or the devil will not save you from the horror that is two preteen girls

Things I have seen my mother put butter on

-peas
-carrots
-spaghetti with pesto
-like at the table there’s a thing of butter and she puts butter on the food
-bread
-stew
-I watched her do it and I’m still not entirely sure how she buttered liquid
-scrambled eggs
-already-buttered mashed potatoes
-yes already-buttered mashed potatoes she just adds more butter
-salmon
-lamb
-steak
-meat???? Meat????? mother, why
-pie
-it was pumpkin pie. I thought she’d mistaken it for whipped cream but no she knew it was butter.
-the woman grew up in dairy country I have no idea if I fear her or fear FOR her

Underfell!Grillby x Reader Fanfic

A short piece based on @ask-grillby‘s wonderful Underfell!Grillby concept and design. Please go check out the mun’s work!! This piece is safe for work, no warnings apply, but prepare to be flustered.


Admittedly, your first impression of of the violet flame monster had been pretty favourable.

The first glimpse you’d gotten of the mysterious owner of the Undergrounds most exclusive bar had been of a tall, extremely well dressed monster, who was leaning back casually against an expensive black granite counter top. He was glancing around the busy club with a cocky smirk on his face, radiating an aura of power and confidence, the undisputed king of all he surveyed. His free hand was wrapped around an elegant crystal tumbler, filled with some sort of amber liquid which he swirled around in a disinterested manner. You must have been staring, because when his gaze swept the room and he noticed you, a new face in his bar, (because of course he knew all his patrons, knew where all the money came from) he grinned and lifted the glass towards you in a cheeky salute. Once he was sure he’d gotten your attention he made a show of exhaling softly over his drink, a tongue of blue flame snaking out of his mouth and igniting the alcohol in the glass, which he raised to you once again.

You had to admit, you were impressed, and more then a little flustered by this suave monster.

Of course, that perfect first impression was ruined when he sauntered over, opened his mouth…and revealed himself to be a self-centred, narcissistic, power hungry ass.

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What a strange way to wake up. Opened my eyes, and the first thing my gaze hit upon was my water spray bottle. I use it to refresh the curls in my hair sometimes. But when I saw it I didn’t think about my hair. I thought, “I got that bottle back when Mom was still alive. I’ve had that for more than six years then. A long time to have a plastic spray bottle.” And it is. A long time for her to have been gone. Strange the way the grief has unexpected refrains.

Think I will lay back down and hope the second rising will be brighter. I know I can use more sleep, and I’m wearing my hair straight today anyhow.

{Part 9} I Can Save You // Jay Park

Originally posted by sukiieeeee

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Fluff // Suggestive // Drama

Summary: Jay meets your family - and as things get a little too heated between you both, it comes to an abrupt intermission.

This scenario contains slight mention of crimes against women and whorephobia.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6}{Part 7} {Part 8} {Part 9} {Part 10; Finale}


You always imagined that the first time you ever brought home a man to meet your mother would be somewhat planned – however, nothing ever went according to plan in your life, so you were pretty used to it by now.

Jay sat with slightly sweaty palms at your kitchen table. Across from him were your two younger sisters as you sat next to him, watching them stare and gawp at his tattoos and nose piercing. You wished with all your might that your leg could have reached far enough under the table to kick them in the shins – but you weren’t that tall and your sisters legs didn’t even touch the floor.

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kitsnickerdoodle  asked:

LADYNOIR 71!!!!!

71. “Kiss me, quick!”

now edited with added kissing and on AO3!

The best word Marinette could think to describe her friendship with Adrien was tentative.

She could meet his eye - if barely - and no longer screamed when she ran into him, but even after a year her words still tripped over themselves and tangled up before they could even leave her lips. And yet somehow he still sought her out to spend time with her. She had no idea what Adrien saw in the strange babbling girl before him. Any minute, she was sure, he would give up on whatever made him think she was worthy of his time - politely and apologetically of course, because it was Adrien - and she would be left heartbroken. It was inevitable, she said, even though Alya had argued with her at least six times about it already.

The thought had been weighing heavily lately, and it haunted her all throughout her mission that day, leaving her distracted and spacey. Chat Noir had also been a million miles away, and she was sure defeating the Akuma had taken twice as long as it should had as a result. They had agreed to skip their patrol that night and parted with simple distracted goodbyes. She had been taking a short cut through an alleyway, head in the clouds, when her phone had beeped gently.

💖 Adrien 💖 

[4:37 PM] Can you come to my house ASAP?

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@roaming-ranger (cont. without ask box)

The black haired princess giggled at him. “Oh no I’m fine. I was just chatting with the bandits how they should go down a better path. Maybe find a cute girl to marry. And then we talked about my dream boy and how he was sure to whisk me away from them or from anywhere really. And the more I talked the more they edged away until they ran for some strange reason.” she babbled, blinking big blue eyes at the ranger, “It happens a lot.”

Royai Alphabet Series: E

I had a little trouble figuring out what to do for this one, but once I decided on a word, not caring if it’s a fairly obvious one, I ran with it – and I’m really happy with how this turned out. You all know how weak I am for some good ole parental!Royed. Well, this whole scenario just made things better (or worse, depending on how you look at it). Poor Roy. He’s…a moody drunk.


E is for Envy


It was the wine’s fault, Roy decided. The ceremony had lasted well into the night with entertainment, food, and drink continuously flowing about. To be honest, he wasn’t sure how much he’d had to drink, although he could at least say that he handled his alcohol better than some of the people in the room. He watched as one royal court member stood to make a proclamation and then collapsed to the ground in a heap. Of course, Roy knew the trick to pretending to be more sober than you were was to not stand up and make an idiot out of himself.

Nonetheless, it was very difficult not to do when Riza was so close to him. She hadn’t drank as much as he had – and in his defense, he hadn’t realized that his glass was being constantly refilled until an hour ago –but her cheeks were a little pink, her amber eyes were brighter than normal, and her lips were stained red from the wine. There was a smile playing about her lips and she was a looser, more at ease and open, though she remained reticent as usual. She didn’t blather about when she drank like her best friend did.

Still, with her like that, every time she moved, his eyes were dragged over to her. She’d let her hair down some time before and it cascaded over her shoulders and down her back like a waterfall that he wanted to run his fingers through. Maybe it was the wine, but he swore that he could see her clothes shift against her body and it was making him feel awfully uncomfortable at times. He was having a good time, honestly he was, but a part of him wanted to drag Riza away into a dark corner and taste the oaky red that she’d been sipping on all night.

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The Ones who Study- 1p2p America merman tricks

Alfred is really damn tired of all the teasing he’s getting from the staff members. As he walks around the outside of the tank, the merman they found- affectionately called ‘Al’ because of how much he adores Alfred- follows along on the opposite side of the glass. The merman gestures and dances and swims in just the right way to show off his deep red fins and tail.

“I think he’s peacocking for you again, Jones,” another man calls out to him, and Alfred blushes darker red.

“Yeah yeah, I know.”

This should be the dream job- and it is for the most part- because they had captured the first known merperson. Alfred had been in the crew that had snagged it, and he had been the one that even tagged the animal’s ear with a plastic numbered tag. Perhaps that moment actually led him to all this flirting.

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just saw spider man homecoming and now i need approximately 500 fics about peter and karen bonding and being crime fighting buds. both of them growing together and learning more about the world. 

karen giving peter (surprisingly effective) tips on his intimidation schtick, which is as concerning as it is awesome.

peter feeding the pigeons on the rooftop and karen is enthralled and he’s like if you think this is awesome you’d go nuts over the zoo. and karen’s like ‘what’s the zoo?’

so ofc peter has to discreetly sneak in the suit inside his hoodie and show her the run of the place. at the arachnid enclosure, he garners more than a few strange looks babble whispering facts down the front of his hoodie.

peter dithering over whether to message liz because she must hate him now. karen being gently encouraging, brightly telling him that surely liz would love to hear from him.

peter very seriously explaining to karen about the importance of the local sandwich shop as a cultural hub of ny and karen being cluelessly supportive.

karen learning about that humans don’t have the option of rebooting. that they don’t store code or have back up memory. learning more about the concept of death and her suggestions for kill mode petering out until only suggestions for non-lethal capture remain. 

just. i need more of these two being AI-human buddies. these two naive, good hearted peeps trying their best to better the world.