the amount of blue he wears in this movie is wonderful

Quiver: Part Four

Part One // Part Two // Part Three //

                                                 Summary:

You were hired on a new team Tony Stark put together as the Tech support. However, you weren’t expecting to crush on none other than Bucky Barnes.

Notes:

NSFW (18+) Explicit Smut, Cursing, & Fluff!! If this gets to 300, or if there is a large demand for it I’ll continue! Hope you enjoy and FEEDBACK! I love it!!! I promise. It helps me as a writer.

Word Count: 3,811 (whoops, got a little long!)

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20 QUESTIONS - JBB

{synopsis} a game of 20 questions leads to something much more scandalous 

{warnings} cursing, praise kink, hair pulling, name calling (positive only), some biting/marking, highkey dom!reader, highkey sub!bucky, cursing, slow love making, thigh riding, dirty talk, filthy porn basically, some angst if you squint, unprotected sex

{pairing} bucky x fem!reader

{word count} 3663

   Bucky Barnes was something. From his thick thighs to his crystal blue eyes, that boy gave you countless reasons to stick your hands down your panties at night. You and him had been friends for a while, and you didn’t want to ruin anything because of your little crush. But at the same time, you did. It seemed worth it; completely abolishing the friendship you had kindled just for one night with the soldier in your bed. You wanted to ravish him; completely ruin him as his baby blues and flushed cheeks and plump lips looked up at you, begging for more. So, you decided to act on your desires.

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Love and Drugs- Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Jungkook is a dealer, a classic ‘bad boy’, but things begin to spin out of control when he realizes he’s in love with you, his ‘fuck buddy’.

Genre: Smut, Angst, tiny amount of fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x You, ft Jimin

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Mentions of drug dealing, swearing, sexual content, smut

A/N: Yes, the title is a play on one of my favorite movies, Love and Other Drugs and, yes, there are mentions of Frank Ocean in this fic.

Happy birthday, Jungkook. You are sunshine yet you are also starlight, you are the angel of my life. 

Jungkook stuffed his hands into the harsh pockets of his jeans, looking around at the old, worn out seesaws and swings with distaste. Beyond the trees that lined the far side of the abandoned park, the sky faded from a dangerous red, to a threatening deep blue. He scoffed, you would probably find something like this beautiful, probably have your camera out. To him, there was nothing beautiful about the old, the broken and the dirty- no matter how pretty the sky above it is. The sky is always beautiful, as you would say, but that doesn’t change the ugliness of all that goes down below it. He couldn’t wait until he could get out of this town, finally get to earn his degree in business, and have the money to live comfortably, lavishly.

Jungkook feels Yoongi’s presence before he sees him. He smells his distinct cologne, too warm for the man who wears it, before he has even a second’s glimpse of his black hair.

“Am I late?” He asks as he comes to stop in front of Jungkook.

Yes, Jungkook thinks, and you’ve wasted 30 minutes of my life. “It’s chilled, do you have the stuff?”

Yoongi answers by pulling a bag from his left pocket, and then from his right, and handing them both to Jungkook. As if reading his mind, Yoongi said, “That’s all you’ll get for now. If all goes well, we’ll be more than happy to be your regular stocker.”

Jungkook nods and opens one of the bags, taking a few specks of the white substance onto his finger, testing its authenticity. Satisfied, he drops the sealed bags into his backpack, zipping it and slinging it back over his shoulder as the blanket of silence stays heavy on the boys’ backs.

Jungkook twists his heels to walk away, “I’ll keep in touch.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi calls, stopping Jungkook from walking away.

“Yeah?” He asks, turning only his head to look at Yoongi with a hidden sense of impatience.

“You still fucking that girl? Y/N?”

Yoongi’s inquisitive tone, his smug smile, has Jungkook clenching his fist.

“Yes.” Jungkook knows he should have said ‘no’, he knows Yoongi shouldn’t know about his relationship with you, but he is gripped by a surge of possessiveness.

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All Yours (M)

Originally posted by got7official

a/n: Like JK, I used to soft stan Mark too. Lmao those were the dark ages for me, a bitch has seen the light!

warning(s): smut

theme: You absolutely hate the club, but one night when Mark convinces you to go, you catch the eye of a handsome stranger, and Mark has to remind you who you belong to.

word count: 1.9k


“…because nobody was as perfect for you as Mark, and nobody was as perfect for Mark as you.”

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What the Lightning Sees

Biker!John Winchester x Reader 

Rolling into town on his motorcycle, John invites a pretty girl for a ride.

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Smut, semi public sex, swearing, creative use of engine vibrations, dirty talk. WC: 2911 On AO3 

A/N: I don’t know shit about motorcycles, so I did my best. This was for 2 challenges and I love how they meshed together. For @chelsea072498’s Let’s Go Crazy Challenge. My prompts were the song Raspberry Beret by Prince (story directly inspired by lyrics in italics) and the prompt: “A cold breeze drifted through the splintered door hanging loosely from its frame.“ This is also for @atc74 @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms Tre Bellissimi Eventi Challenge. My prompts were: Lip Smackers. Leather jacket. Barn. and “getting caught is half the fun.” 


The first time I met John was at the diner. I was on hour six of a ten hour shift, and the last thing I wanted was to be hit on by a scruffy stranger who rode in on a loud motorcycle in a cloud of dust. But as I walked through the restaurant towards his booth and those chocolate brown eyes met mine, I knew I was screwed.

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Wing Grooming

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Summary: Anon request “ Jealous cas x reader please! Maybe where reader helps another Angel groom their wings and doesn’t understand how intimate it is or why cas is so jealous. Thanks 😊 xox”:

Words: 810

Warnings: Jealous Cas? Gabriel being cocky? Are those even warnings?

A/N Thank you @splendidcas for being a beta! <3

Originally posted by subcas

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During the winter months of 1913 at the Alexander Palace, Nicholas’s diary is a testament to his hand-on parenting of his four daughters in lieu of his perpetually sick wife. No matter the amount of paperwork on his desk, the number of meeting with ministers, public audiences and military reviews that filled his day, at this time of the year when they were home at Tsarskoe Selo he always found time for his children. History may have condemned him many times over for being a weak and reactionary Tsar, but he was, without doubt, the most exemplary of the royal fathers. The months of january and february were a special time for him and his daughters, during which he treated them all to trips to see the ballets ‘The little Humpbacked Horse’, ‘Don Quixote’ and ‘The Pharaoh’s Daughter’ – in which last they were thrilled to see Pavlova dance.

As the eldest, Olga (and Tatiana, until typhoid fever prevent her) enjoyed the added bonus of seeing the operas ‘Madame Butterfly’, ‘The Legend of the Invisible City of Kitezh’ and Wagner’s ‘Lohengrin’, which latter Olga found particularly beautiful and moving. But in the main, time with Papa was spent out in the park, whatever the weather sharing invigorating walks, riding bicycles, helping break the ice on the canals, skiing, sliding down the ice hill and joined – when he was well enough – by Alexei wearing his specially made boot with a caliper. The girls so enjoyed having their father to themselves; he was fast, unrelenting walker and they had all learned to keep up or left behind, Olga in particular always walking closest to him on one side, Tatiana on the other, Maria and Anastasia running back and forth in front of them, sliding on the ice and throwing snow ball. It was clear to anyone who encountered the Tsar and his daughters at the Alexander Park how much pride he had in his girls. “He was happy that people admired them. It was though his kind blue eyes were saying to them:Look what wonderful daughters I have.””

The Romanov Sisters – Helen Rappaport

Sk8er Girl Ch1 (Trixya) - Squeaky Pink
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Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a flazeda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

Or: She was a sk8er girl. She said see you later girl. She wasn’t good enough for her (or was she?)

[AN: Pink Shrooms aka Squeaky Pink. We’re writing this together but alternating chapters and POVs. Pinky is mainly Trixie’s POV and Squeaky is mainly Katya’s POV.]

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“Flat out” - h.s. Part 4

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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You woke up to Harry kissing your forehead and instantly you realized your back hurt. You were slumped over on your side, twisted like a pretzel, and there was a sticky note stuck to your collarbone as your eyes fluttered open and you saw the hideous yellow thing there as if waiting to see if you remembered what was written on it.

“Hey there,” Harry chuckled, gingerly placing some of your papers and books aside so he could sit on the side of your bed. You groaned and sat up as your bones cracked muscles screamed for attention. Rubbing your desk, you opened your eyes fully to see Harry staring at you with a bemused expression, a mug of coffee in his hands.

You reached out for it and grabbed it from him without question as Harry sputtered, “No wait that’s not - yep, yeah okay yeah sure. Yeah that’s - go ahead. All for you.”

You gave him a half-hearted glare before slowly sipping his coffee, leaning back against your headboard and rubbing your forehead. “What time is it?”

“I figured I wouldn’t let you sleep past ten considering you’re usually up around six and I don’t really understand how regular sleep schedules go, but it’s ten now … so … just wanted to make sure you’re not dead.”

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- chapter one: part one -

“There’s a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there’s one reason why it should…”


7 Weeks

Two pink lines. What the fuck. No, this couldn’t be happening.

I shook the stick a few good times, knowing the box says you’re really not supposed to but I thought that maybe if I did it hard enough, maybe...just maybe, it would fix the error. Because this was clearly an error. This was clearly a manufacturing error. It was the test, it had to be. The test was defective, the test was clearly defective. Because there was no way this could be right, there was absolutely no way that this test could actually be positive, there was no way I could actually be…pregnant…

Oh God.

The air cinched from my lungs as I plopped down on the toilet seat of my bathroom, the test barely dangling between my loose fingertips over my bent kneecap. Shit. I flicked my head back and forth, shutting my eyes as the heat began to travel from the warped pit of my stomach up to my cheeks, filling them with a sickening flush. Shit, shit, shit. How could this have happened? How could I have let this happen?

My shaken thoughts quickly juggled between ‘what the fuck am I gonna do’ and ‘holy shit….I gotta tell him’. Him. Him being a guy that would probably want nothing to do with this, a guy that had a whole entire world of speculation and scrutiny to deal with considering he was…famous. Him being a guy that I didn’t even really know, a guy that I hadn’t even spoken to since the night he…well, apparently impregnated me. The mere thought of having to speak to him, to tell him this news when we literally didn’t know a lick about each other, made the nerves start to creep up my spine.

I popped my eyes open and tentatively peered down at the little stick of death that was in my hand. Maybe I don’t have to tell him, I innocently thought with a tiny shrug, the idea being swiftly washed away by my own good conscience.

Letting out a loud groan, my upper body tumbled over as I let my head hang down between my parted knees, my arms dramatically slumping to the floor.  

I had to tell him. I had to tell Niall.


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shiny-rock-is-indestructable  asked:

How 'bout a scenario where s/o is on a date with long time bf Jotaro. Jotaro is so sweet and he stops time to stare at his beloved while they watch fireworks. He loves the look in their eyes with the vivid colors, but s/o knows him well enough to tell when he has stopped time, causing him to blush and hide under his hat when they bring it up.

I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS, I LOVE WRITING SOFTARO!

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We Can Feel So Far (From So Close) (1/2)

Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.

This is the first of a two shot that I finally decided to post after having it sit in my Google Docs since last summer. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this first part!

Rated T | Word count: 8139 | Also on AO3 and FF.net


There’s an old quote that says something along the lines of “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” That you don’t realize just how much you love someone until they’re no longer around.

When Emma would come across phrases like that a few years ago, she would typically roll her eyes and mutter some kind of sarcastic remark, all while trying not to dwell on the fact that there probably would never be someone for her to love like that.

But of course, that was before she met Killian. And everything changed.

They meet on a Thursday night, under unusual circumstances. Emma had moved into her new apartment that afternoon, a simple one bedroom in Boston that was more than enough space for her and the small amount of items in her possession. The whole day had been a disaster from the get go. First thing that morning, her previous landlord accused her of not paying the last month’s rent, and threatened to sue if he didn’t get it immediately. (The look on his face when he realize he was in the wrong was priceless. And he wondered why she was moving out of his crappy building.) Then, the movers she could barely afford to hire wound up taking her furniture to the wrong apartment complex on the other side of Boston. By the time the fiasco had been taken care of, it was nearly the end of the day. Saying she was exhausted was an understatement.

Emma stands in the middle of the living room, observing the chaos that was now her new home. She may have brought a small number of things with her, but most of said things were still in boxes, scattered around on the floor and waiting to be put away. She’d unpacked a box of clothes solely to dig out her favorite Batman pajamas, leaving the rest piled up in the corner of her bedroom. Just something else that could wait until tomorrow when she wasn’t both starving and sleep deprived.

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cast your spell so you can rule me

Lance caught his eye, mouth slack with liquor. This close, Keith could see the light spattering of freckles over his nose, could smell the alcohol on his breath. The taller boy winked.

Christ.

Or: the appendages of Voltron are all little shits, and Coran needs to hide his space booze better

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“Never ever…played this game before?” Keith tried.

Surprise overtook all of their faces, but it was Lance who felt the need voice his dismay. “First of all—” he raised a finger, “—it’s never have I ever. Second, what do you mean you’ve never played this before?”

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Aviophobia {Johnny x Reader}
AviophobiaPairing: Johnny Seo X ReaderFandom: NCTGenre: Just fluffWordcount: Somewhere around 1500
Warning and Summary: No warnings. Reader is afraid of flying but is forced to board a plane for office reasons. A scuffle between passengers on board forces the flight attendants to call for the handsome co-pilot.

Originally posted by nakamotens

Travelling never was a fun experience for you. You used to be a carsick kid, and that motion sickness just followed you about everywhere. That, coupled with a completely rational opinion about flights formed from binge watching airplane rescue documentaries was more than enough for you to hate flying.

Of course, it’s alright for a person to hate flying, everybody has something they fear, right? Except in your case, you’d never tried flying before. Not once. As you stood alone in the airport, your carry-on luggage heavy in your hands, you couldn’t help but curse yourself out for learning too many plane crash statistics.

The moment you boarded the flight, you couldn’t help but feel slightly claustrophobic. Luckily enough, your company had gotten you the promised business class seat when they basically forced you to attend an important meeting being held halfway across the world.

Tucking yourself into your seat, you attempted to doze off so you could numb yourself to the world around you. Luck was not on your side.

At first you thought things might be looking up when a cute little kid was seated next to you along with her family. You were also pleasantly surprised by the buff-looking athletic men seated behind you.

Your temporary bliss only lasted until takeoff, at which point the baby decided to bawl her eyes out and the men behind you decided to get drunk, somehow managing to drink the entire cabin dry.

As you shoved your earphones deep into your ears and turned the Beethoven up high, you attempted to ignore the painful way your seat kept getting jerked forward by the men behind you. ‘So much for eye candy’ you groaned, peeking at the men behind you who seemed to be in a heated argument. The baby hadn’t stopped crying for over an hour, and the fight behind you only seemed to worsen the situation.

Giving up on Beethoven, you instead decided to attempt watching a cabin movie, some terrible action flick that was meant to be ‘thrillingly hilarious’. You tried to concentrate on the opening credits, attempting to calm your hyperreactive mind as a pair of flight attendants approached your seat, before passing it to stop at the men behind you.

Although you couldn’t hear what was being said thanks to the movie, you knew that something serious was going on. Your breathing was speeding up, and you were now taking deep breaths to calm yourself down.

Breath in’ You whispered to yourself, letting your chest rise, ‘breath out’. The first scene of the movie was starting in front of you, but the situation behind you seemed to be getting worse. Plucking up the courage to see what was wrong, you pulled out your earphones, turning in your seat to face the rowdy men.

“Sir, if you do not stop immediately, I will be forced to call for the captain,” The male attendant claimed in a steady but strict voice. You knew that things were getting serious.

You glanced at the man in the seat next to yours, he was holding the now sleeping baby in his arms.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” You began quietly, “But what’s happening?” You asked him

“Those blokes have been arguing since before takeoff, but things are really getting serious now,” He replied, careful not to wake the baby as you felt another person brush past you.

This time, you turned your head to lay your eyes upon the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. He was wearing a clean and crisp white shirt and a deep blue tie. You could tell from his badge that he must have been the pilot, or someone equally important.

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Love at First Video Part 17: Words

Misha Collins x Reader

1350 Words

Story Summary:  You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

You were still reeling from the fact that West had called you Mom. So much so that you didn’t even notice that Misha had made his way back into the room, not until he placed his hand on your shoulder, leaning down next to your ear. “Y/N, you okay?”

You nodded, giving him a smile. “Yeah, everything’s great.”

He nodded, but didn’t seem completely convinced at your answer. “Hey guys, why don’t you go watch TV for a little bit.” He told West and Maison, who ran into the living room.

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Sparks Chapter 19

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: About 2 months elapses and ends in a St. Patricks Day bar crawl where Bucky holds your hair back as you vomit your guts out and drunk spill some secrets. 

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendshipand then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 67,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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meta about gods/godlike beings in the DCEU and the uncanny valley

a running trend i’ve noticed in the DCEU films is that anytime a god or a god-like character comes on screen they are pretty much entirely CGI, which to some people might seem a little lame and a little in the uncanny valley. However I think this brings up an interesting meta analysis.

So in many mythologies gods are described as being perfect in their true forms, so perfect that you can’t look right at them without dying in some cases (see: Semele) so often Gods would wear disguises  or transform into animals to bypass this. in more modern legends like the Cthulhu mythos of HP Lovecraft, elder gods and eldritch horrors are so incomprehensible that the human mind makes something else out of it.

These two ideas, i think, influence the way we see the ‘gods’ of the DCEU.

First Enchantress, she hides in a human skin but when she is in her true goddess form she looks subtlety off, something about how she looks is just that little bit off putting and this is intentional. A god confined in the body of a living human. The CGI enhances this level of inhumanity that she has, this witch. Her brother, having no living human holding him back has more control over his form, he can be comfortable and look greatly inhuman however he is stuck in the confines of his dead host, stuck with a face that is not his.

Incubus with his probably dead host is allowed to take on a more fully ‘godly’ form which is even less human than his sister. This use of CGI enhances the otherness of the character

Chato is bound to a god of some kind, though it could be devil/demon and he contains it most of the time. In his final form as it were he is at his most powerful, he creates a blue flame he grows to an large size but that godly spirit that is bound to him is still mortal and only works for a limited amount of time.

And now we get to Ares. when we first see him and the other gods are shown in the story book form, an animated (and gorgeous) way of displaying the gods. His human form is the most convincing, he looks like a man of his time period, but he’s also just that little bit off compared to his compatriots, fixated on peace and going out of his way to talk to Diana. When he reaches his peak god from he forms his armour form the carnage he has created and it is here where he looks the least human, his face doesn’t look quite right behind his armour, his armour and weapons. His inhumanity comes from destruction that he starts, he breaths softly and will cause a city to fall. He might not make man commit atrocities but he lives form them, he yearns for destruction, a destruction that ends up being his doom. The uncanny-ness of his armour is a wonderful contrast to Diana who is so solidly based in reality.

tl;dr the gods so far might be cgi laden and a bit silly but they are consistent and i love them dearly.

Tea Party Playtime

Summary: Dad!Crowley & Daughter!Reader - Crowley leaves his book to take a trip into his five-year-old’s imagination as he joins her tea party.

Word Count: 2072

Triggers: None, just father/daughter fluff

Y/N = Your name ¦ Y/E/C = Your eye colour ¦ Y/H/C = Your hair colour

Note: Another one shot with the father/daughter duo from Fatherhood  and Disney Movie Madness all three stories can be read separately from each other or together. Just fluff, no strict story-line here guys! I have a few more of these dad/daughter one shots planned as well so do let me know if you have any moments you want to see dad Crowley in with his five-year-old!

Crowley’s personal corner of hell hadn’t really been quiet during the last five years. Not since his favourite hellhound, Juliet, brought a crying bundle of joy into his life like she was attempting to switch jobs and become a stork instead. No, since the arrival of hell’s little princess, the darling girl he’d decided to raise as his own, his private slice of hell had been filled with laughter, Disney movies and toys he believed were only made to drive fathers mad with their constant jarring noises. And he didn’t miss the silence, not one bit.

Sure, as the saying went, silence was golden. But that was never true when there was a five-year-old in the mix. No, then silence was only suspicious. Just like it was when Crowley looked up from his book to see that his little chipmunk was no longer watching her cartoons whilst colouring by the living room table.

Frowning at the suspicious lack of noise and giggles he put his book down and got out of the chair, looking around the room for any sign of his little princess or the hellhound that had become her lapdog. Finding none he resigned himself to using his powers a bit, happy that his status as king of hell gave him an upper hand most fathers didn’t have as he tried to sense out his daughter’s presence. His eyes staying on the coloured pencils and hoping against hope that she hadn’t brought any of them with her and was busy creating the next Sistine chapel on some wall covered in ridiculously expensive wallpaper somewhere.

Unfortunately, since the spoiled little devil had a ridiculous amount of colours with silly names like cotton candy pink and periwinkle blue he had no way of knowing for certain. On the other hand, he fortunately sensed her presence in her own bedroom and not in the small private library where he kept some very, very expensive pieces of art.

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