this is not an innuendo guys please

You guys out there are just hoping for a kiss in episode 3? Please. We’re gonna get full-blown sexual innuendo the same way Irene and Kate Middleton were shown. But instead of the “have you been wicked your highness” we’re gonna get Sherlock being a prat after solving a case and sauntering off to his bedroom, leaving John to mutter “you’re a bad man” and for Sherlock to reply “So what are you gonna do about it”, only to have John stand up, walk down the hallway, about face and march back into the kitchen to grab handcuffs Sherlock so lazily left out, and follow him right into the bedroom before clicking the door shut.

And you guys think we’re just gonna see them kiss once. HA.

Dating Leo Valdez would include . . .
  • calling each other ‘Hot Stuff’
  • hanging out in Bunker Nine
  • being best friends with Piper
  • tight hugs
  • him teaching you how to build basic things
  • pranks 24/7 with the Hermes kids
  • sitting with each other during campfire
  • being the #1 Jiper Shippers™
  • being lowkey nerds
  • jamming out to over-played songs
  • “You’re a dude, dude.”
  • sexual innuendos 24/7
  • being covered in grease 24/7
  • he finds it hot, though
  • not that he’ll ever admit that
  • hugs from behind
  • him getting jealous of how close you are to Percy
  • quadruple date night with Jiper, Percabeth, and Frazel
  • your half-siblings making fun of your guys’ relationship
  • Jake Mason treating you like a little sister
  • “If I lit your hair on fire, would it burn off?”
  • “Please don’t try.”
  • spending time with Hazel when you’re mad at Leo
  • temporarily dyeing his hair red as a prank
  • “I mean, it’s on fire half the time. It may as well look the part.”
  • “Dammit, (Y/N/N).”
  • lots of inside jokes
  • being on Team Iron Man™
  • sneaking a pet into Camp
  • hugging Festus and only Festus to annoy Leo
  • him teaching you Spanish
  • lots of spicy food
  • Friday date night
Galentine's Day

Pairing: platonic Wanda x Natasha x Reader, implied Bucky x Reader

Summary: Valentine’s Day without the boys? Whatever shall you do?

Warnings: flufff!!! plus kinda innuendos if you squint and like one language word.

Word Count: 529

A/N: This was written as part of @oneshot-shit‘s Valentine’s Day writing challenge. My prompt was “cuddles.” Hope you enjoy :)

Originally posted by gurl

“I’ll grab the popcorn,” you shouted over your shoulder. “Do you guys want me to get anything else?”

“M&Ms and Twizzlers please!”

“Oh! And ice cream!”

You returned to the cinema room a few minutes later with a giant bowl of popcorn in one hand and a stack of assorted ice cream and toppings balanced in the other.

“You two could have at least helped,” you giggled as Wanda took the bowl out of your hand and tossed a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

“I am helping,” she cooed. “Quality control is of utmost importance. Besides I brought the movie.”

“Correction, I brought the movie.” Natasha smirked as she took the bowl of popcorn out of Wanda’s grasp. “You just put it into the DVD player.” She popped a handful of popcorn into her mouth as if to prove her point.

“Fine, you win.” Wanda pouted, but it quickly transformed into a wide grin when she saw the ice cream flavours you brought.

“Aah you got cookie dough!”

“I stole Sam’s pint of vanilla caramel fudge too.”

Wanda looked at you with wide eyes. “No! Did you really?!”

“Oh but I did,” you smirked.

“Y/N, I love you.”

After filling your bowls with copious amounts of ice cream and sweets, re-fluffing the pillows on the sofa, and dimming the lights, the three of you curled up together under the fluffy blanket Natasha stole from Clint’s room just after the boys left for their untimely mission.

“You know,” Wanda mused between bites of ice cream, “I thought I would be more upset about Vis being gone on Valentine’s Day, but this is great!” She twirled her spoon around, indicating the extravagant set up the three of you made. “We need Galentine’s Day more often.”

Natasha threw her head back and laughed. “Yes we do! Clint never lets me use this blanket. He’s very protective.”

You gave her a sideways glance. “I am not getting on Clint’s bad side because of you and your blanket feud.”

“Oh don’t worry, I have a few distraction techniques that I know he won’t mind,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

You snorted and shook your head. “You never cease to amaze me, Nat.”

“And how are you getting on without your Cuddle Bucky, Y/N?” Wanda asked as she poked your shoulder playfully.

You threw your arms around your two best friends and gave them a tight squeeze, popcorn pieces tumbling out of the bowl at your enthusiastic movement. “He’s in for some serious competition when he gets back,” you giggled.

“Mhmm he’s got nothing on us,” Wanda smirked.

“Damn straight,” Natasha agreed as she pulled the blanket tighter around the three of you and snuggled into your side. “Shall we start the movie?”

You nodded in agreement and lay your head on Wanda’s shoulder as the opening scene of the film illuminated the room. So maybe Valentine’s Day was a day for love, and perhaps it did feel a bit lonely without the rest of the team there, but that could never dampen the immense adoration you had for your two best friends. Wanda was right - Galentine’s Day needed to happen more often.

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being an actress and dating tom holland would include

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  • you two meeting on set and immediately having chemistry
  • but you two would be oblivious while the rest of the cast were waiting one of you to ask the other one out
  • the cast getting so hyped when you guys tell them you’re dating
  • “finally!”
  • the rest of the cast always teasing you two
  • they especially love making sexual innuendos
  • like the whole cast would be on some show playing a game similar to ‘how well do you know each other’
  • “what is tom’s favourite food?” 
  • “(Y/N)” 
  • “oh my god that’s disgusting” 
  • “what is (Y/N)’s favourite food?” 
  • “tom” 
  • “that’s nasty” 
  • being each others’ movie premiere dates 
  • cute pap pics being taken because you two are still young so you’d be fucking around with the paps 
  • but he’d be so protective over you when he sees paps 
  • face timing each other when you guys were in different countries filming separate things
  • visiting each other on set 
  • watching each others’ tv shows and movies 
  • laughing whenever you watched each others’ intimate scenes 
  • recreating the intimate scenes
  • going to each others’ panels and interviews
  • whenever an interviewer mentions the other you two would either be flustered and shy or proud and cocky
  • “yep, that’s my girl!”
  • “yeah yeah i’m dating tom holland”
  • rooting for each other during award shows 
  • screaming and hugging each other passionately whenever one of you wins an award 
  • thanking the other during the award acceptance speech 
  • having a huge fandom because your fans would also be his fans, vice versa 
  • basically just having this huge family and calling all the fans your “children” and it’d be so adorable and oh my gosh i would die for this goodbye

*whispers* My friend, I have written so many bottom Draco ones. 

On one hand flushed and flustered Draco taking it makes me cry out of joy but on the other is my guilty pleasure of having Harry take the submissive. Honestly when I first entered the ship I was 100% Draco would bottom bc back then I was pretty narrow in gender roles and understanding of gay relationships and thought bc Draco looks more feminine he’d be the bottom. Then I started getting really interested in seeing Harry bottom bc aggressive and powerful guys being subdued was a bit of a ‘thing’ that pleased me. And now honestly I flip between the two and I love myself a good Bottom!Draco or a Bottom!Harry. I don’t know there’s just something I love about Draco throwing away his ‘pureblood pride’ and taking the submissive role. Really tickles my pickle. (That’s not an innuendo I just say it a lot bc it rhymes and when something annoys me I say it prickles my pear. This is a no judge zone okay?)


Originally posted by felywrites

A/N: Boom.-erang. Panties/boxers/breifs/thongs off! Let’s have some fun! JUST KIDDING, this is mostly SFW, the NSFW is implied like in innuendos, and just words like “sex” is mentioned and stuff! Hope you guys liked it! Probably not my best work of art, but I thought it’d be fun to write that HC anyway! Also for some reason it wont let me un-italicize all of this so….whoops! 

I’m tagging @jxbilationlee​ once again, guess that’ll be a constant Digger Harkness imagine addition. Also I’m tired so please forgive me if you see any more errors. Also…also…

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Badass 3

Ever wanted to be a badass hunter? Let’s play pretend, shall we?

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Slight swearing, sexual innuendos.

Word Count: 1,834

Something to put you in the mood here. I always try to put music with my writing so you can listen along. I will probably have a playlist for this series when this is all said and done. (Series? What the hell? This started as a drabbble…) 

I’m very new to all of this and @mrswhozeewhatsis the rockstar that she is helped me tweak some things. This version should be easier to read - We needed some character development <Please let me know what you guys think>

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It didn’t take long for Cas to relax on the back of your bike and start enjoying the ride. He definitely preferred this to squeezing into the back seat of the Impala and being cooped up for hours at a time. This was still slower than he liked to travel, but it was a little bit like flying; not exactly, but he liked feeling the wind rushing past as you began to lead Dean through side streets, the purr of the engine the only sound in the night.

 He loosened his grip on your waist and started watching the landscape around him as the store fronts soon passed away and were replaced by small neighborhood subdivisions. But you kept on driving. 

The night was cool and clear and the streets were almost empty at this hour, making it easy for Dean to keep pace with you. You began speeding even faster, heading to the outskirts of town.

Eventually the subdivisions disappeared altogether and you started passing large pastures on either side. 

Pretty soon you pulled off of the main road onto a smaller dirt road lined with large oak trees that led to a large plantation style house. It was an older home, but well cared for; hydrangea and gardenia bushes lined the gardens and jasmine vines hung along the porch banisters. 

You drove into the side garage and parked the bike, letting Cas off first as the Impala parked in the driveway behind you.

“You live here?” Dean asked as he got out of the driver’s side, looking around in amazement. 

You climbed off and took off your helmet, shaking out your hair and turning to look at him in annoyance. “Well let’s hope your brother is the brains of your operation.” But he was too busy looking around to hear you. “Just because the rest of you hunters live in run down houses and junkyards doesn’t mean that I’m going to.”

 You hung your helmet above the workbench and headed toward the door. “You should stop making assumptions about everyone you meet, Dean. It makes you look like an ass.” You called over your shoulder. 

Cas smiled as he followed you “I like it” he commented, looking back at the brothers. 

“You have good taste” you said and walked inside. Sam smiled at him and walked to the door but turned around to see Dean drooling over the other sports car in the garage. He looked up at Sam with a lost look “Do you see this?” he asked, pointing excitedly. 

“Dean” Sam whispered harshly “Come on!” and he motioned for him to follow.

 Dean looked back at the car with a whine and then followed them in.

The inside was just as impressive and the boys found themselves taking in the plush surroundings as fast as they could as they tried to keep pace with you. 

You walked straight to a large bookcase on the far wall, pushed a small button behind the trim, and then easily pulled the whole bookshelf to the side to reveal another room. Dean’s jaw hit the floor as he walked up to it, punching Sam’s arm as he took in the weapons cache. There were rifles and pistols that lined one wall and the other walls displayed handheld weapons ranging from throwing stars to engraved swords, machetes and bo staffs. 

Dean and Sam lit up like kids in a candy store. “I have to say your collection might be a little bit cooler than ours at the bunker.” Sam said, and you walked up to a tall cabinet with several drawers. 

“It took me a long time to put this collection together. But some of the hardest things to find were these.” You said as you withdrew a large box from the middle drawer and laid it on the table in the middle of the room. You opened it to reveal four knives with inscriptions covering the blades. 

The three men walked up to view them as you beamed over the box. “These are what we’ll need for tomorrow night.” 

“We had been searching for these for quite some time. How did you manage to obtain them?” Cas asked as he read the engravings. 

You chuckled to yourself “You don’t want to know, angel” you said as you picked one up and handed it to him.

“I don’t want to seem rude” Sam spoke up as he tried to word his question carefully “but how does a hunter…” 

“afford a damn sports car?” Dean chimed in. 

You grin as Cas hands the knife back and you tuck it back into its place and put it away in the drawer. “You boys have really underestimated me. Not that I’m surprised though.” you said as you headed out of the door. “I wasn’t always a hunter.” They followed you out and you closed the bookcase behind them.

“Your rooms are up here” you said, heading up the large staircase. You pointed out a room for Sam and one for Dean “You’re welcome to help yourself to the library in the morning, but don’t wake me up.” 

“Yes ma’am” Dean said as he walked into his room for the night. Then you turned to the angel. 

“I don’t require a room. I-Angels don’t sleep” you folded your arms and chuckled at him. 

“Good. Then you can keep me company for a while.” And you headed to a room at the other end of the hall. 

When Cas walked in you had thrown your jacket over the back of an armchair and were heading into the bathroom. He took a few steps into the room, looking at one of the art pieces that you had on the wall. 

“So tell me” you called from the bathroom. You had left the door open but were out of sight “What the hell are you doing hanging around with those two, Castiel?” 

Cas thought about your question for a minute and then smiled to himself. “They’re my friends” he said simply.” 

You emerged a moment later in a black tee and boy shorts. “Seriously?” you asked, and then headed out the door. “You’re not, contractually bound to them? They don’t have you tied to some spell” you glanced over your shoulder as you started down the stairs. 

“No, the Winchesters have not bound me by any magical means.” And he followed you into the kitchen. 

“Interesting” you mumbled, filling a tea kettle and placing it on the stove.

“You’re confused as to why I have decided to be friends with them.” He said, watching you from the counter as you moved about, gathering cups and tea bags. His eyes fell on your curves as you reached up for two cups on the top shelf and your shirt rose up. 

You walked up to the counter and leaned on it, watching his expression. “Your friend Dean has a reputation for being an ass, and I have to say that I’m not sure that I disagree. Sam seems nice, but once again…he’s a Winchester” and you smirked. “You just don’t really seem to fall into that crowd” you said with a wink and turned around to fix your drinks.

You grabbed the cups and made your way to the sofa and sat down at the end, holding the other cup out to him. 

He took it and sat down next to you and you turned and placed your legs over his lap. He leaned back, took a sip and then rested his hand on your leg as he looked around the room. 

You couldn’t help the flash of heat that hit you from his touch and you sighed as you took a sip. 

“I have helped both Sam and Dean when I could, and they’ve helped me in return as well. I consider both of them good friends.” And he took another sip.

 “A fallen angel and a couple of wayward hunters. You make an interesting group, to say the least.” And he smiled at that.

“And what about you?” he said, turning to you. He still had not been able to peg you 

“You’re a hunter who only works alone, and who seems to threaten anyone who comes close to you. You live in a large house, presumably alone, with a weapon collection that rivals the Men of Letters’. And yet, you’ve opened your home to us and have asked for my company. I didn’t know what to expect when we first saw you, but I did not expect this” 

You laughed at his comments and reached over to put your cup on the coffee table. “I do prefer to keep to myself. I have worked with incompetent hunters before and have wound up in a hospital bed, almost dead. That’s when I chose to go out on my own. I don’t trust other hunters when it comes to my own safety anymore.” 

You looked over at him and he seemed to be studying you now. 

“But I like you, angel” and his smile finally reached his eyes “So I don’t mind letting you stay here, even if it is with the Winchesters. And as for my house…” you looked around at the large living room “I had a life before I was pulled into the world of hunting. It was a good one.” and you stretched out your arms behind your head and your legs across his lap with a sigh “but that’s over now” and you smiled over at him. 

You pushed yourself off of the side of the sofa and slid your knees on either side of his waist so that you were straddling him and sitting in his lap. He looked up at you with big, curious blue eyes and you ran your hands up the back of his neck and through his hair as he watched you.

“I think I’m going to head up to my room for the night, angel” and you slid your hands down to rest against his chest. What do you do at night if you don’t sleep?” 

Cas considered your question for a moment as his hands moved to rest on your thighs. “Well sometimes I pass the time reading, or traveling, if I don’t have my hands full with something else.” 

You hummed a response. “Well, I think we should continue our conversation upstairs” and Cas was watching you carefully 

“Perhaps I could keep you company for a while longer” he said, and you smirked at his response. “You know, it might come in handy tomorrow, having an angel on our side. I’ve never seen one of you in action before.” You said as you loosened his tie just a little bit. “I’m sure that you’re not as unassuming as you seem to be. An angel must have a few tricks up his sleeve.” 

And he looked at you with a mischievous smirk “Always” he said, and you gasped as the room disappeared and he flew you both to your room.


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Let Me In

Pairing: Bucky/Reader

Request: by anon- love your fics. could you write a fic in which Bucky gets jealous when Reader is dancing with other guys at a club and he gets possessive and she gets angry because he made a scene at the bar and he follows her home even though she is angry and he is very persistent and cocky and he shows her why he knows what’s best for her and they sleep together. Make it dirty please!

Words: 2,117

Warnings: Bucky being cocky; sexual innuendos; a VERY JEALOUS Bucky; possive Bucky; oral sex; unprotected sex; orgasm denial

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Originally posted by goddessofasgard14

You both were addicted to the thrill of teasing each other. The two of you got off on the idea of seducing each other in the middle of casual conversations.

Most of the times no words were said. It was the way that you each looked at each other. Bucky’s eyes became clouded with pure lust and never broke eye contact with you when you spoke. He liked the way your lips arched when you spoke.  

The two of you weren’t shy about it.

First time he flirted with you it was about how smooth your skin was. You responded by leaning closer towards him, giving him a clear view of your cleavage, saying that it was even smoother very close to where he eyes were wondering.

In that exact moment, he had you closed the door of your apartment in his face. “Let me in, doll.” He said while his eyes begged, while you couldn’t unglue your back  from the door.

The two of you had gone out to see this new bar with Wanda, Clint, Nat and Sam. Some guys flirted with you, and he did not like it. The two of you weren’t together officially. No one had said the magic words that made it official.

“You embarrassed me in front of everyone. I can never go to that bar again, Barnes.” You said to him loud enough for him to hear you.

“You’re still there, I see. Glued to the door.” He laughed, “Let me in, my darling. Let’s settle this in your bed, baby.”

You opened your door, but did not let him in. Even though you were dying to.

“Excuse me?” You acted as if you had not heard what he had just said.

“I’m sorry, doll.” He pouted, “I just don’t like it. They were all over you and—”

“As if you had not done it before.” You said, “When you dance with me, I can feel you—him.”

“Yeah, but I love you!” He said with a smile. How many times he had said it? “I mean it, and I know you like me back because when we kiss, and my hands wander down your lacy panties, I can sense how much you long for me.”

You shook your head. This cycle wasn’t healthy either.

“Let me in and I promise to show you the reason those guys aren’t worthy of you.”

Originally posted by im-peter-peterpan

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have started the day with him together in his bed.

“I’m not a slut.” You said to him.

“I’ve never said such a thing. But those blokes where treating you as if you were one. I will not— I couldn’t allow that, and I would never allow such thing.”

You opened the door a little wider now. “Are you saying that I was your damsel in distress and you were my prince charming?”

“Sort of, but instead of a kingdom I have a metal arm instead.”

You rolled your eyes to the back of your head. Bucky smiled at you while pushing the door open to which you stopped. “Where do you think you are going?” You asked him.

“Inside.” He said, “With you.”

“Who gave you permission?” You asked him stopping him with your hand.

“You are going to.” He smirked.

“Why would I?” You asked.

Oh this little game of the two of you indeed turned you on.

“Because you want to.” He said while boldly placing his hands on your hips , “Just as much as you want to sweetheart.”

He pulled himself closer to you making himself in the inside of your apartment and had closed the door behind him with a kick of his leg.

He licked his lips while looking straight at your eyes. He kicked his shoes off as well as the leather jacket he was wearing.

“Why are you undressing yourself?” You asked.

“Why aren’t you? Actually, let me do it.” He turned you around and pinned you against the wall. You felt his lips latch on your neck while his hands found his way to the inside of your leather pants.

With his left arm he held himself against the wall and with his right hand he started to rub you.

Originally posted by universexy

With just one touch, he had you moaning his names. James. Bucky. Barnes.

“You are rather aroused.” He whispered to you before turning you around. With the hand he had touched you, he pressed his fingers first in your mouth and made you lick them.

Those eyes you gave him when he felt your tongue around his fingers made him melt. He got on his knees, with the purpose of pulling down your tight leather pants.

The two of you were leaving a trail of clothing up to your bedroom. He pushed you down to your bed, and pulled your pants off.

“You weren’t wearing anything underneath.”

Originally posted by urboyfriendgavemethislink

You first felt a cold breeze on your sex and then it was that tongue you knew so much. He had glued himself to you and he was enjoying every second of you and you of him. Oh he was so talented. That tongue took you to wonderland and and you were tight choking him while he smiled as he tasted you.

He patted on the bed as a sign that you should release him from your hold.

“Don’t stop though.” You moaned as your hands ran freely though his hair. It was an explosion of feelings. His breath against your wetness. His little beard tickled you while he had you, sending little sparks of energy with each movement.

“Trust me, I am not letting go of you.”

“You know, anyone who saw you in the street,” You couldn’t finish your sentence. Oh you were so closed, and he knew it  for he had started to pump two of his fingers in and out of you before just stopping using them and his tongue.

“You were saying?” He asked when he placed his hand back in his member and started to stroke himself.

“Who gave you permission to stop?” You asked.

“I was giving you my undivided attention, my darling.”He said before going back, “My sweet tasting darling.”He took a pause before placing his mouth and tongue right on that little bundle of nerves and giving one last lick that send you overboard.

You climaxed and screamed his first name.

“Seriously,” He said climbing to you. You could smell yourself in his beard, “tell me what you were going to say.”

You were still high in cloud nine of your mind blowing orgasm, courtesy of James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes.

You did not responded. Your heart was going very fast.

Bucky spanked you playfully which caught your attention.

“What?” You asked. You could still feel his beard against your sex.

“What were you saying before you came all over me?”

You couldn’t help it but to laugh.

“I am not done with you doll, but if you don’t tell me, I will leave you hanging.”

“Who would have thought that a man like yourself would love to go down on girls as much as you do.”

“Not on girls. I just love going down on you.” His lips were against yours. “You’re a little addictive, Miss. You’re beauty in person.”

“I am not a Victoria’s Secret Angel, Buck. Take it down a notch.”

“A what?” He asked.

He really had no clue about it.

“What’s a Secret Angel of Victoria?”

“Tall and beautiful woman who model around in lingerie, and bathing suites and sometimes plain underwear.”

“You’re not so bad yourself. I mean you aren’t tall. You are a midget but you got beauty. They have nothing on you, darling.”

“You’re gonna keep talking. You could either go back at eating me out or you could push your pants down and let me take care of things.”

He hesitated for a few seconds, but he ended up pushing his pants down and resting against your pillows.

“Selfish, aren’t you?” You said as you took your shirt off before throwing it at his face, and then was your bra.

“I do like how your mouth feels around me.” He said as you pinned his hands against the headboard of your bed tying them with your bra .

“Who said I was going to do that?”

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Do you want to know? Or do you want to feel?” You asked him as you wrapped your hand around his member. He was already hard and willing. You started to massage him in your hand up and down, up and down, up and down. With the pad of your thumb, you massaged the head playing with leak.

He groaned and winced for he knew that he was really close. Suddenly, you stopped.

“This is one of the things I love about you.” He said with his face covered, he couldn’t see a thing. “You leave me hanging and boy how I love that, doll.”

You got on top of him and took your shirt off his face. The first thing that he noticed were your bouncing breasts that he wanted so bad to suck on now.

“I want you to show me the why.” You said. ‘Show me why those other guys aren’t worthy of me, Buck.”

He slid his hands out of your bra and got on top of you. He licked his lips as he got under the sheets and went down to you. Again, he started to pleasure down in your centre.

“Can I ask you a question?”

He licked his lips before going up to you.

“Why do you like having sex under these heavy blankets?” You asked.

“I like the heat you radiate.” He said while he pushed your legs wide open.

“Just get in me already.”

“I am going to make sweet love to you tonight.” He whispered in your ear before thrusting into you.

He took time for you to adjust himself to him.

“I am already about to explode.” He laughed in your ear.

“Then don’t because you know I take my sweet time, Sergeant James Barnes.”

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Whenever you called him that, it sent him into a never ending thrill. He started to move inside of you. It took a few moments until you started to feel that pleasure. Sometimes you enjoyed the process of getting that delighting explosion of pleasure than the actual goal.

Bucky was so close into getting done that he had to stop. The heat was almost suffocating but with his sweaty arm he started to rub you while he went in and out of you. Then he started to feel the pulsing around him.

“Hold on.” He said, thrusting faster. He wanted to get you off first and he was on the right track for he felt you tighten around him and then your scream, your teeth on his neck.

“Fuck!” You groaned as you felt him get his pleasure inside of you. He moaned and breathed against your shoulder, giving you a much needed breath since the heat was almost killing you.

“I love you.” He moaned one and two times. He kissed and suck on your breasts while you played with his hair wet with sweat. “I love you, I love you.”

“How many women have you told that in this exact same position since you SHIELD collapsed and HYDRA was exposed?” You asked him, “How many Romanian girls did you seduced with that tongue of yours?”

“Your my first.” He admitted, resting his head in the pillow. “Well, I wasn’t a virgin. In the 1940s I was like a bee. From flower to flower.” He laughed, “But since then, you’re my first and I am a bee that only wants your flower. I am quite addicted to its nectar.”

You couldn’t help it but to laugh and pull him towards you. “I love you too.” You laughed.

“But I mean it.” He said while giving a gentle bit in your neck.

“I do too.” You said while you traced his arm.

“Then let’s get together.”

This was the first time he had asked you.

You nodded without thinking. “With one condition.” You started, “We don’t tell anyone. Let’s see how much time we can go without anyone noticing.”

“I’ll have to tell Steve though.” He pointed out.

“No.” You said, “You wont tell Steve. He can be as clueless as anyone else. But my money is on Natasha. She’ll be the first one to know.”

Bucky kissed you once again, pulling the covers over the two of you. He started to kiss you down to your neck, breasts and then to your hips before starting everything again.

Even though this was meant to be a one shot by request,I think that it might have a sequel future on how everyone else finds out? Let me know if you think it.

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plane thoughts:

there should’ve been a musical episode of TCW like there was in Buffy where everyone inexplicably sings their feelings

like Anakin’s song is a tortured ballad about how he’s torn between his duties to the Jedi and wanting to bone his hot wife

Obi-Wan starts singing about the virtues of the Jedi Code and then suddenly switches halfway through to a flirty number chock-full of innuendo directed towards the episode’s female antagonist

meanwhile Rex is that one guy who’s not singing and he has no idea what the hell is going on and how does everyone know the words to these songs and Commander please stop dancing on that where is the music even coming from

light (au bucky barnes one-shot)

Prompt: As physically able as Bucky was, you were mentally able. HYDRA put the same amount of work on Bucky’s physicality as they did his mentality; when he went “rogue” and regained his memories, they decided to work solely on your mental state. They gave you aa few different powers: telepathy, and mind & weather control. They send you on a mission to take out Bucky and the Avengers, Bucky being your main priority.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC Athena

Warnings: innuendos, angst, torture(ish)

A/N: THERE WILL BE ANOTHER PART. I am officially on the Bucky trash train. OFFICIALLY. I really hope you guys like this because I (kinda) really like this. Please tell me what you think and feel free to send in Bucky Barnes/Bellamy Blake/MTV Scream requests! Thank you loves XOXO

I had been trained for months to take down this sneaky bastard and here I am: locked up in the Avengers Tower awaiting torture. I had one fucking job: take down the Winter Soldier. I came here armed and ready only to find the infamous soldier surrounded by the rest of the Avengers. I thought I could outsmart them, and for the most part I did. I went around everyone but the Hulk and the Soldier. They dodged my every hit, it felt almost natural; as though I’d trained with them before or something.

“Arghhhh!” I let out a loud groan and flailed my shackled arms about. I’m tied down to a hospital bed of sorts, arms and legs shackled tightly to the edge of the bed.

“That’s not gonna help your case,” the voice of Tony Stark suddenly sings out to me.

“Huh?” I glare and look around, jaw clenched as I look to see where he is.

“I’m not in there, you goof. Do you really think I would ever be in the same room as you when you’ve got such volatile powers and such little control over them?” Tony scoffs and I let out a growl.

“Show your face, Stark!” I try to will the metal off my hands, yielding nothing.

“Your powers won’t help you in the tower, Athena,” Tony scolds and I furrow my brows.

“Who the FUCK is Athena?” I growl out, eyes narrowing at the nothingness in front of me.

“Well, we, eh, um, we don’t know your name, so we call you Athena,” he pauses, letting out a humph. “Y’know, because of your crazy mind powers.”

“First of all, I don’t have a name asshat. I’m referred to as Plan B,” I look out emotionlessly, cracking my neck as I lean back. “If you think ‘crazy mind powers’ are the only trick up my sleeve, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

“What? Giving up so easily?” Tony teases and I open my mouth to say something just as the door opens.

“Stop being a dick, Stark.” The man steps into the room and out of the shadow. “Let us talk.”

And there he stood, in his 6 foot glory: the Winter Soldier. His deep blue eyes stare deeply into my brown ones, almost as though he’s searching for something. I scoff and my eyes harden.

“I have nothing to say to you,” I clench my jaw and his eyes soften as he watches me.

“Not yet, but you will soon enough,” he smiles softly and walks over, stopping at my side.

“Say what you want and then leave,” I give him a small smirk, emotionless eyes staring back at him. “Unless you’re ready for me to take your dead body to our headquarters, then I can talk all you want.”

“Your sass lives on, huh?” Barnes chuckles and shakes his head at me.

“Why are you talking like you know me? I don’t know you. You don’t know me.” I glare at him, tugging at my shackles for good measure.

“What? You don’t remember me?” The Soldier raises a brow as Stark chuckles and excuses himself.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I clench my jaw as his hands move to the side of my neck.

“You and I were… quite the pair,” he smiles at me, his hands rubbing the side of my neck.

“Get your filthy hands off of me!” I jerk my neck to the side as an involuntary shiver runs down my spine.

“Did you feel that?” He leans down, his breath hitting the side of my head. “That was what we had.”

“STOP LYING!” I yell out, groaning as I attempt to use my mind powers on him.

“Your powers don’t work on me, love,” Barnes chuckles and shakes his head. “HYDRA built us to be the dynamic duo. Your powers don’t work on me.”

I let out another loud groan, falling back and huffing as I realize I can’t escape.

“What the hell did they do to you, Athena?” He whispers, his brows furrowing as he moves my hair out of my face.

“Leave me alone,” I glare at him as the door opens once again, this time revealing a small red-head.

“Hello, Athena,” she smiles softly at me and I scoff.

“What? Is this some sort of pity party reveal type thing?” I glare as they watch me. “I’m not gonna break.”

“Oh we’re not here to break you, doll. You’ve been broken already,” the sergeant smiles and runs a metal hand through my hair. “We’re here to fix you.”

“You’re so weak,” I scoff and shake my head, rolling my eyes as the red-head watches me. “Work your magic, little one.”

“I plan to,” she smiles, lifting her hands to my head. “You might want to hold onto something.”

“No thanks, I don’t like to share,” I give her a sadistic smile as some sort of red electric force is released from her hands.

I clench my jaw and stare at her as I feel a sort of pull deep in my brain. Beads of sweat form along my forehead as the simple pull becomes a throbbing pain. Red looks as though she’s in pain herself, her screams echoing around the room as I ball my hands into fists. The pain becomes almost overbearing and I open my mouth to let out a scream, only to be met with silence. Everything is black.

Third Person POV

Originally posted by thiddlestoff

“What the hell happened?!” Bucky roars as Wanda falls limp in his arms, barely awake.

“I-I have no idea,” she shudders in his hold as her eyes remain on Athena. “I-It’s almost like her mind is blocked off. That would have killed anyone. It almost killed me.”

Her last words were barely a whisper as she finally regains her strength, slowly standing on her own feet and stepping away from Bucky. She makes her way over to Athena and stands next to her.

“I’ve never come across a mind like hers. How lonely it must be to have so much time to yourself, so as to build a fortress around your mind,” she whispers painfully, brushing Athena’s hair out of her face.

“Where do we go from here?” Bucky stands at the foot of the bed, watching Athena.

“From here, we retrain her,” Bruce walks into the room, his eyes meeting Bucky’s as they share a look. “We befriend her, let her go, and retrain her.”

“She’ll escape. She’ll try to kill me and escape,” Bucky huffs as Bruce lets out a light chuckle.

“She did always threaten to kill you,” the two smile at the long gone memory.

“She always had this sort of light in her,” Bucky rubs Athena’s knee and closes his eyes in concentration. “We need to help her find that light again.”

A girl's guide to ronning girls :)

Since you guys cannot seem to figure out how it’s meant to be done I’m here to help 😊 I’m not responsible for any backfires I beg.

1. Compliments are nice to hear. You know it. I know it. But not everyday “my shining star” “gorgeous Angel” Sometimes talk something substantial my guy.

2. Don’t be claiming somebody’s daughter after two conversations. She’s not your girl till she has agreed to be your girl.

3. Sometimes calm down the sexual innuendos. We have home training.

4. If you’re going to screenshot conversation bossu please make sure you’re sending it to someone she doesn’t know & who doesn’t know her. When it comes back to her whatsapp you will be struggling to explain

5. Wyd … wyd … wyd NOT EVERYDAY PLEASE 😭

6. This one should even be number one. Brother please the girl you’re ronning, do you even like her personality or its just because her contour dey be?

7. Mentally stimulating boys are winning now. read around some current affairs

8. Be yourself! if and when you eventually “get” her, your true colours will start showing. You may be a Denzel Washington but you can’t be acting forever.

Nana Adwoa x
[The Long Overdue Nap Date]

[ ooc // I FINISHED IT OH MY GOD IT’S DONE it’s also completely safe for work, if anyone was worried. they are actually just sleeping, it wasn’t some innuendo. it topped out at 3.2k words so it took a while but it’s pretty… pretty long. praise be for chille tid though it practically doubled the wordcount. i’ve also got a pic i drew of it, but it isn’t quite finished yet – it’ll probs go up sometime tomorrow!! ]

[ OH RIGHT- if you haven’t been following this blog long, this is kind of an “epilogue” to the possession event. pearl has a slightly different appearance from regeneration (one aspect of which was unintentional – her teeth are sharp and she is upset) and honestly if i gave more backstory it’d get way too long so i guess uhhhh enjoy?? idk sobs;; ily ^^’ ]

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