tries her hardest

Masterlist

Visual Preferences

How You Cuddle Ft. Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Tony, Steve and Bucky 

Dry Humping *smut* Ft. Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Bruce, Tony, Steve and Bucky

Kissing  Ft. Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Tony, Sam, Steve and Bucky

Spanking *NSFW*  Ft. Tony, Thor, Sam, Clint, Steve and Bucky

Eating You Out *NSFW* Ft. Tony, Thor, Bruce, Clint, Sam, Steve, Bucky, Nat and Wanda


Drabbles

All Bucky Drabbles

Alpha!Bucky when his mate goes into heat (smutish?)


Bucky Barnes

Protection  Bucky finds himself in a sticky situation when he pushes Y/N away from a group of men she was fighting in order to keep her “safe”.

Instinct  Bucky doesn’t know why he saved her or why he felt as if it were second nature to do so until Steve pulls some files and sparks Bucky’s memory.

Instinct Pt. 2  Bucky remembers new memories of his old life with HYDRA, or more specifically, with (Y/N).

Saving Her  Bucky tried his hardest to protect (Y/N) from his past life, but demons can only stay away for so long.

Goodbye  1940′s Bucky being a cute sad sponge before he leaves.

Loathing  Bucky ignores the reader to avoid his feelings but what will happen when he finally realizes how badly it’s hurting her?

Obsessions  Bucky can’t keep his hands off (Y/N), especially when he has her pinned beneath him, naked and filled with want. (SMUT!)

Winter  Bucky thinks leaving will protect the Reader, but after two years of being completely infatuated with her, he’s not sure how he's supposed to leave her behind.

Babygirl  Bucky is entirely fucked when it comes to Y/N, so much so that his mind forgoes the usual night terror to produce a vivid sensual dream involving her, him and no clothes what so ever – which results in some steamy sex when he wakes up. (SMUT!)

A Dash Of Jealousy Bucky knows he shouldn’t be jealous over a girl who isn’t technically his, but that doesn’t stop him from showing her who she belongs to. (SMUT!)

Help Two bodies, one bed, a whole bunch of sexual tension and some scandalous dry humping all make for an extremely happy Bucky Barnes (SMUT!)

A Woman Like You Bucky and the reader decide to spice things up in the bedroom, which in turn gets Bucky to realize his abundant amount of kinks. (A lot of SMUT, a lot of kinks, a lot of dirty talk, a lot of warnings..)

I Know Her After Vienna, Steve doesn’t know what’s going on in Bucky’s mind. But, when a significant figure form Bucky’s past appears, Steve sees a little of his old friend.

Stay The five times Bucky Barnes crawls out of Y/N’s bed. The five times hearts get broken. The five times Y/N becomes a stronger woman.

Too Close  A/B/O dynamic. Alpha!Bucky lends a hand to Omega!Reader during her heat (SMUT!)

Doll  Bucky only calls one person Doll, always has. But when he lets it slip while chatting up a random girl at the bar, feelings come out and secrets spill.

That’s You Bucky reflects back on the relationship he shared with you while waiting for you to walk down the aisle.


Stucky

Our Girl  After the reader teases Bucky all day, Steve and himself show her exactly what they can provide in the bedroom (SMUT)

Attraction  After 7 days away from his girl, Bucky returns home to ravish her with Steve. (SMUT)



Sebastian Stan

Birthday Boy In which Seb comes home for his birthday and learns exactly how Y/N’s been handling herself without him. (SMUT)



Jefferson (OUAT)

A Thousand Years Jefferson spends years watching the love of his life unknowingly fall for another man. He spends his days praying for the curse to break, just so he can have her back in his arms.


Blaine (HTTM)

Snowed In  Blaine comes home to find Chaz and his girl cuddling during the snow storm. His jealousy spikes and some semi-angry sex follows. (SMUT!!)



Fics


Off-Limits (Bucky x Reader) *SMUT*

Bucky finds himself in a tough spot when Tony’s daughter catches his eye. Despite numerous warnings from Steve, Bucky pursues the girl. A few rules are broken, clothes are discarded and limbs are tangled together.  


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven


Break (Lance Tucker x Reader) *SMUT*

The reader is a gymnastics protege with a full ride to worlds and an adoring nation behind her. When’s she gets a new coach, she gets assigned Coach Tucker, who not only trains her like hell, but also finds the small details about her absolutely addictive.


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

I know many of you may be upset about not getting invited to a SS, especially if you live around the area Taylor is doing it at. I genuinely feel your pain because I’ve been there too! I’ve watched my friends meet Taylor countless amounts of times and as much as I wanted to be happy for them I was still jealous obviously (just never turned my jealousy into hatred) but…. I waited my turn. I was patient and I told myself that my time will come and if I spread happiness and kindness in the world it will come back to me. And guess what? I got a message from Taylor Nation during Taylor’s 1989 tour asking if I wanted to meet Taylor! 

So a reminder that it is okay to be upset, I totally understand. But Taylor is doing the best she can to meet you. And if I dare read one of your posts saying “Taylor doesn’t want to meet me” OF COURSE SHE DOES! You’re a fan of hers and she appreciates you so much. She even told me when she met me she tries her hardest to find everyone, despite how busy she is. (come on she watches our livestreams when she’s in meetings!!!!) 

Please don’t give up hope, this post was made to remind you to be patient and keep up your hope because Taylor will meet you one day and she’ll tell you how much she loves you and how much you love her, and good things come to those who wait. 

Madoka…!

ink-stained skin // reggie mantle soulmate au

Ink-stained Skin

Ink-Stained Masterlist

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Summary: Reggie attempts to contact his soulmate through words written on his skin. (Y/N) attempts to push her soulmate away.

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(Y/N) sighed as the writing appeared on her skin. It had read:

‘I got football captain!‘ 

with a smiley face drawn at the end. Pushing herself up from her seat, she made her way towards the bathroom in hope of getting rid of the ink incorporated into her skin. It had been the third time in a week that her soulmate had written to her and it had been the third time in a week she had ignored the words he wrote.

She didn’t want to push him away but she also didn’t want to be with Reggie Mantle, the guy, who on most days had an iQ lower than her six year old cousin. Sure, he was built like a God and sure, he had enough sporting ability to make up for the lack of hers but she couldn’t be with him. Of course, she couldn’t be with him, not when they spent ever waking moment disagreeing over the simplest things. She knew it was him, however she tried her hardest to hide her identity from him.

He had tried to figure out who the person he was destined to be with ever since he realised that they existed.

He was eight when he first realised that his soulmate existed. Unlike the rest of his friends, he didn’t have a name etched into his skin, neither did he have a countdown on the wrist of his prominent arm. To Reggie, there was no sign of him having a soulmate. Until the very day, he saw a messy sketch of what seemed to be a rose appear on his right forearm during math class. He gazed around the room, wondering if it was anyone he already knew. Every year since, on the exact date, a rose appeared on his right forearm.

The sign of his soulmate’s existence that caused him to reach out to them occurred when he was thirteen. He felt a pain in his ankle that caused him to drop to the ground in the midst of a soccer game, clutching it in hopes it would stop the pain.

Later that evening, he picked up the purple sharpie that sat atop of his wooden desk and pressed it against his skin, doodling a frowning face, following it with the words:

‘I hope u r okay.’

He sat waiting for a response from his soulmate, shaking his leg impatiently. He sat waiting for a response; after an hour of waiting, he attempted to contact her again, etching the words:

‘ur probably asleep, i hope u get well soon’ 

and followed it with a doodle of himself.

She stared at his writing, only just noticing how messy it was. Analysing it closely, she realised it was his writing. It was Reggie Mantle’s writing. She recognised it from anywhere. Who wouldn’t recognise their lab partner’s writing?

It had been two weeks since Reggie had wrote to (Y/N) informing him of his new title as the captain of the Riverdale bulldogs.

She felt upset but she didn’t know why. She wasn’t that into Reggie. Looking down at her arm, she noticed a drawing of a sad face followed with the words:

‘silent treatment?’

She let out a small laugh at the words, deciding it would be an appropriate time to reply. After eight years of ignoring him, she finally replied to his words.

'never’

She sighed, maybe she had judged Reggie before even giving him a chance. “Oh god, what’s gotten you in this state? Is it Mantle?” Kevin spoke, earning his best friend’s attention. “So when are you going to fuck him?”

(Y/N) spun around in her chair and dragged herself toward him and smacked his arm. “I hate you.”

“Does he even know his infamous soulmate is you?”

“No and he’s not going to find out until we graduate!”

(Y/N) was about to join Kevin on her bed, when she felt a tickling sensation on her left forearm. She smiled at his response, his words making him seem like an excited child during Christmas.

Reggie looked down at his arm, smiling to himself. She had finally written back. “Dude, she wrote back.” he grinned “Andrews, she finally wrote back!”

“I’m happy for you, cap but coach wants us on the field.”

He spent all of practise counting down the minutes until he could reply to his soulmate. He was unsure whether his soulmate was a female or a male but it never really mattered to him.

After showering, he picked up a pen only to notice that his soulmate had drawn a small rabbit on her left wrist. For most of the eight years he knew of his soulmate’s existence, he had always thought that they were left handed, as the drawing of the rose always seemed to appear on his right forearm. He took his place next to Archie, waiting for coach Clayton to enter the locker room with the information about their next game.

Archie looked over at his smitten captain, knowing that there was no way he would be paying attention to a word their Coach had said, too infatuated with the new drawing on his arm. “She actually wrote back. What is she doing?” he mumbled to himself, pulling his phone out from the back pockets of his jeans, wanting to text her.

Reggie was pulled out of his trance as he heard Archie’s mumbled words, his eyes widening slightly, Archie must’ve known who his soulmate was. “She? You know my soulmate!”

“Reggie, calm down, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Reggie nudged Archie playfully “Tell me.”

“No.”

(Y/N) could barely react before Kevin snatched her phone off her and answered Archie’s incoming call. She let out a groan, knowing that it would be related to Reggie.

“You’re writing back to Reggie? (Y/N), that’s a disaster waiting to happen.” Archie exclaimed as soon as she answered, causing Kevin to laugh. “You’ll never be able to hide your identity from him until graduation if you continue replying.”

“My god, Andrews, you sound like you’re in the midst of a mental breakdown.” Kevin scoffed “Plus, she’s only just started drooling over Mantle.”

“I’m coming over! I’m bringing food!”

Reggie sat in his car waiting for Moose to get back with their food. Looking at himself in the rear-view mirror, he noticed a bruise had formed on his bicep. Instantly, he picked up a pen and wrote to her, drawing a winking face

'how did u get ur bruise? hope you haven’t been fighting’

Within a few seconds, his soulmate had already responded.

'SORRY!!!! the door handle was a lot higher than i expected. hope you didn’t feel it.’

Reggie let out a small laugh, not even realising that Moose had joined him in the car.

“Dude, you’re whipped and you don’t even know who this person is. What if it’s some old dude who’s kidnapped your soulmate and is trying to lure you to his house?” Moose groaned. “You did order a steak burrito right?”

A new semester meant new classes, new activities. (Y/N) slumped into her seat during home room, Kevin to her right and Reggie sat behind him. He glanced up from his desk, only to be met with Kevin, whose head instantly shot back to face his best friend.

“Got a problem, Keller?” He spoke, earning a scoff from (Y/N) “You too, (L/N)?”

“Don’t inflate your ego any further there, Reginald. It might burst.” (Y/N) responded, turning back to face the front, not wanting to speak to him any further.

(Y/N) then realised the reason why she had been so hesitant to reveal who she was to him. It was because he was one of the most egotistical people she knew and the person she spoke to through her ink-stained skin was nothing like the person she knew.

As soon as the bell rang, (Y/N) pushed herself out in attempt to beat the crowd that would be gathering in front of her locker. As she rushed, she failed to weave through the desk, hitting her hip on the corner. She let out a groan, clutching her hip instantly.

Reggie felt the pain grow in his hip as he watched (Y/N) try to groan and walk the pain out. His eyes widening and a gasp falling from his lips.

“It’s you. You’re my soulmate.”

things i love about my hero academia

(not all of them because then this would turn into a 500 page journal that could be published and sold and no one would buy it because no one is as much of a nerd as i am)

  • our main protagonist is not a traditionally masculine hero. he’s small, he’s weak, he’s a crybaby, he’s sensitive. especially in the shounen genre, this is a pretty rare thing to see, and even as Izuku grows as a person and becomes more confident in himself, he’s still shy and anxious.
  • he’s also a fanboy!! and not in a bad way!! it’s his fanboy nature that allows him to express himself and show how smart, intuitive, and observant he is
  • the character who does get all the traditionally masculine traits is the character everyone in the main cast acknowledges is a total asshole who mercilessly bullied and abused his classmate/childhood playmate
  • it’s also very clearly seen that Izuku has been conditioned (unintentionally) to fear Bakugou because of all of that physical and emotional abuse. just because he’s a hero in training and he’s learning and growing and becoming more confident doesn’t erase all of those years of bullying
  • it’s also acknowledged that they are children and still have room to grow. Bakugou is an asshole, but he’s not totally villainized for his behavior and is given the chance to change and become a better person because he’s only sixteen years old and still has time to change
  • and he does!! he makes an effort to change and try to adjust his behavior to make a more positive impact (even if it is a slow and arduous process, we do see him make great strides throughout the manga)
  • it would have been really easy to just throw Bakugou under the bus and make him a villain, but instead we get to see his growth as a person as he matures and enters the world of adulthood
  • All Might is the no. 1 hero, the Symbol of Peace, the man everyone thinks is invincible, and he has a chronic condition. he’s missing his stomach, he’s had multiple surgeries, he spits up blood, he literally looks like a skeleton, guys. but even after the reveal, people still admire and look up to him as an idol because he’s still All Might and he still protected and saved a lot of lives and was still a hero
  • All Might’s relationship with Izuku just in general. seriously, i could make an entirely different list just based on their relationship and 95% of the fandom has already talked about them, so i won’t gush about their relationship too much here
  • the fact that most of the adults take responsibility when they fuck up. the police force realize they’ve relied too heavily on heroes, specifically All Might, and they make an effort to change that so they can help people. the teachers at UA recognize that they’ve neglected students who need psychological help. Izuku’s mom acknowledges that she should have encouraged his dream in spite of his quirklessness. most stories, even in the west, don’t have nearly as much adult responsibility as this series does
  • the elusive living anime mom
  • okay but seriously, Inko is quite possibly one of the best fictional moms i’ve seen in a long time. she’s loving and encouraging and she tries her hardest, but she’s not perfect. she’s a single mom caring for her son, who wants to go into this incredibly dangerous profession. and when he gets hurt enough times, when her limit is finally met, she puts her foot down and says “no. i love you, but i can’t let you keep getting hurt like this.” like any reasonable parent would. and the only way she relents is when she sees how much Toshinori wants to teach him and nurture him and encourage him and see his dream recognized and she sees how badly Izuku wants to continue down this path, even if it’s under her terms.
  • this series seriously tackles a lot of topics that you wouldn’t expect it to. you know you’re gonna get the usual topics like what makes a hero, what makes a villain, etc. but, it also goes over other subjects like bullying, parental abuse, discrimination, grief, inferiority complexes, how easy it is to create a monster, redemption. this is a manga about teenagers learning to be super heroes, how did it turn out like this
  • it would have been so easy to sexualize any of the girls. this manga, in the hands of a lesser author, would have featured a lot of fan service shots of the girls. Momo especially, considering she wears a very revealing outfit. and yet, none of them are sexualized?? in any way shape or form??? yeah, we see Momo shirtless a lot and some girls wear skin tight outfits. but, you know who else has skin tight outfits and revealing hero costumes? the boys. and when we do see a shirtless girl or boy, it’s not framed in a way where we’re meant to be objectifying their body. there’s a reason why it happened and we move on. it’s so refreshing.
  • (there are only two fan service female characters. one uses her sexuality to get free shit and the other is meant to make you uncomfortable. take it what you will)
  • we get a lot of unique designs for each of the characters. there are no same faces. each character has a unique quirk and a design that belongs to them. they aren’t interchangeable with one another. Izuku looks like Izuku. All Might looks like All Might. they all look unique with different shapes and sizes
  • (admittedly the manga still kind of falls under the trap of the boys get to have weird, strange designs and the girls all kind of look cute, but it’s not nearly as bad as some other shows. and honestly, if that’s my only complaint, that says a lot)
  • fighting doesn’t solve everything! there’s a really incredible few chapters in the manga dedicated to acknowledging that Izuku and Bakugou seriously need to talk to each other about what Bakugou did to him. they’re both incredible people in their own right and they can learn a lot from each other, but only if they stop fighting and actually communicate with each other. one of the chapters is literally titled “a meaningless fight”. because it is meaningless. it’s not going to solve their problems, fix past mistakes, or make them feel better. it’s a fight to get aggression out because Bakugou doesn’t know any other way to deal with his emotions and trauma.
  • kindness is rewarded!!! cruelty is not!!! i’m really sick and tired of TV shows and movies trying to sell this pessimistic outlook that everything sucks and that gives us the right to be assholes to each other just because it’s edgy. My Hero Academia is such a positive manga and it brings me so much joy and happiness and it sends such a wonderful message of anyone can be a hero if you have a good heart and that kindness will be rewarded, even if it takes a really long time.

i love this manga so much and it’s given me so much light and happiness in my life and if that makes me weird because it’s anime, then fine. whatever. i don’t care. i’ll love it for as long as i can, dammit.

ROMANTIC STORY

so today, i wanted to practice some zarya on quick play, but in the match zarya was already taken so i just went with my main, ( pharah )

so mid way in the match, a mercy starts seeing me sneak around

and so I started to run away, but then she started to be friendly!                         so i jumped down to be friendly with her~ we went into a nice room and started to spam “Hello!” 

then my zenyatta killed her

after my zen killed her I tried my hardest to reunite with her

I ended up dying alot for her X v X she would either die before me or i would get killed by one of her teammates ; ^ ;

we ended up losing but that didn’t stop me from being with my bb!1!!!

Mokku was the sweetest Mercy~                                                                         and I was the Pharah~

and now some sweet precious moments~

we played some matches together~

and we won!

in conclusion there is only one thing i want to say:

I made a friend!

For anyone who’s worried Nicole is gonna be killed off Kat is confirmed to be in every episode this season already. And also remember the showrunner of this show is Emily Andras. The same woman who spoiled her own show to tell us that Waverly and Nicole would survive the first season happy and in love because she “Wanted us to be able to watch a show without anxiety.” The same woman who many many times has said that the bury your gays trope is lazy writing and needs to stop. The same woman who makes sure to develop the queer characters and give them their own storylines and treat them equally to the straight characters. The same woman who has said herself that she won’t work on shows without queer representation because she thinks it’s that important. The same woman who is aware of almost every queer holiday or awareness day and always talks about it. And talks about queer rights all the time. The same woman who was on a panel for GLAAD for lesbian and bisexual representation in media. The same woman who is not only aware of the bury your gays trope but is also aware of other tropes such as the predatory lesbian trope and tries her hardest to avoid it. The same woman who at every panel she does for Wynonna Earp talks about how important queer rep is. The same woman who during the scandal with YouTube when they were censoring queer media asked to speak to YouTube directly to talk about why they had blocked Wayhaught clips on YouTube. We’re in good hands you guys. Emily knows what she’s doing. She knows how to write three dimensional full rounded queer characters. And the thing about full rounded characters? They need to make mistakes. Now, we may not always like those mistakes. We may not always agree with the storyline that goes along with those mistakes. I’ve actually never watched a show in my entire life where there wasn’t at least one storyline I didn’t like. But guys. Nicole being killed off? I can basically guarantee that’s never going to happen because this is Emily Andras and she knows what she’s doing and she completely understands the importance of queer rep and knows how damaging the bury your gays trope is. Now this cheating storyline? I’ll admit I’m not a huge fan of it. But I understand that some storylines I’m not going to like. And I think it honestly it really matters where they take it from here. And I think they’ll handle it well. And if you’re ever worried think of all those things above and remember who’s running this show. And remember this quote Emily said at Clexacon about Wayhaught “You have to believe that even when they’re fighting. They’re fighting for each other”

Okay but what if when alteans are around their crush/someone they admire their face marks start to glow?

Every time Allura visits Shay her face marks glow bright pink! Shay thinks it’s a the coolest thing ever!!!!!! She knows her marks don’t glow all the time, so one day while Allura is visiting, Shay asks Allura about it, which makes them glow even brighter

Since she doesn’t want to lie, Allura confesses her crush, which makes Shays face glow pink (she’s blushing!) and Shay says she feels the same way

Since she’s confessed and they’re in a relationship, Alluras marks only glow when she’s super flustered, so Shay tries her hardest to make them glow whenever she can (which is often)

Dany: Threatens Jon that she’ll kill his people if he doesn’t bend the knee, takes out Lannister army because she’s mad, angrily lashes out at Tyrion, even though he’s trying to help, and also destroys food her army and people could use in her temper tantrum.

Sansa: Reunites with her siblings, shuts down Littlefinger at every turn, worries about food for her people, wants her people to add leather so they stay warm in the colder days of winter, and tries her hardest to advise Jon the best she could to make him the best King the North has ever had.

And y'all are trying to tell me that Sansa is problematic. Bitch please, check yourself.

Lover Girl

Summary // in which (Y/N) loves Peter Parker 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

“Ned, do you think Peter will like this blouse and skirt together or should I pair this shirt with this ripped jeans?”

(Y/N) had liked Peter Parker for years, but the only downside to it was that she has always been Peter and Ned’s best friend. They’ve been the dynamic trio since the 3rd grade, but he has only seen her as a sister.

“(Y/N) you don’t have to try so hard for Peter; he’s been your best friend since elementary school. He’s seen it all, just continue to be yourself and he’ll come around.”

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This is not the end;

She’s never going to see him again. And he was perfect.  

Lily meets the love of her life in Tesco Extra at 10pm.  

read on ao3, part II

Happy birthday to the cutie-pie ria @gxldentrio

The first time Lily Evans meets him is at the self-checkout service at Tesco Extra. He’s got these tall, gangly legs that look like they could go on forever and (from what she can tell from the back of him anyways) an unruly bed of jet black hair.

And, if first impressions were anything to go by then he was also an absolute fool. Clumsy and, to be honest, bordering on idiotic.

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Alpha (Delta Sequel) Intro

Alpha: After the events of Delta, Reader and Bucky’s comfortable life is put to an halt when an unknown threat comes to New York. (If you haven’t read Delta, please read that here first.) 

A/N: Sorry this took so long, y’all! I had so many technical difficulties *screeching* 

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Swearing. Graphic details of sex. Alpha Bucky doing alpha stuff. Choking, Biting kinks. Marking kink. Sub!Reader. Mentions of past pregnancies. Mention of past abuse. (If you’re uncomfortable with any of these things, keep scrolling.) 

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change in pressure

Warnings: smut, as per usual. and remember use condoms in real life please.
A/N: y’all can thank @sippingchai for this. it works as a prequel to ‘beneath the haze’. and it’s unedited for now!!


She’s still asleep when he steps out of the bathroom, towel around his waist and toothbrush dangling from his mouth. He drops the towel to the floor as he keeps scrubbing at his teeth, padding over to his bag to grab a fresh pair of sweats. He manages well enough with one hand to tug the gray cotton pants up the stalks he calls his legs, before snapping the waistband against his hips.

He makes his way back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth before going back into the hotel room that still smells of sex. The A/C is blasting on low, which is a necessity for multiple rounds of desperate fucking. But now, out of bed and away from her, he’s cold. So he pulls on a hoodie, completing his “I plan to stay in all day” look, and decides to order room service.

She’s always hungry when she wakes up, especially after a night like the last. He grabs the room service menu from the desk in the corner of the room, then slides back into bed beside her and sits up with his back against the headboard. Shawn looks down at her as she sleeps, still, and he can’t stop the way his gut clenches. She’s naked, with the sheets bunched around her waist and tangled in her legs, her back exposed to the cool air of the room as she hugs a pillow to her chest. He feels like the luckiest bastard alive, having her here with him, taking up space in his bed and pulling the air from his lungs.

If only he could figure out how to tell her that.

He forces his attention back to the room service menu, thumbing through pages until he reaches breakfast. He’s busy debating pancakes vs. waffles vs. both when he feels the bed shift to him. He looks over to her and sees she’s stretching, her eyes still closed as her tired bones crack.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he murmurs as he closes the menu and drops it on the nightstand. “Sleep well?”

She takes a moment to blink up at him, then lets herself yawn before she answers, “I had a dream we found a cat, so I’m kind of pissed that’s not real.”

Shawn barks out a laugh, his head falling back against the headboard. “I’m sorry, babe. I bet it was a great cat,” he looks down at her, the corner of his lips tugged up into a smile. She rolls her eyes a bit, then smiles back as she pushes herself to sit upright.

“S’okay. I’ll just have to keep my eyes peeled for any feline friends we might come across.”

She’s on her knees now, shuffling her way over to him so she can drape herself across him. She stretches one leg across his lap so she can straddle him, then brings her arms around his neck and presses her bare torso against his way-too-fully-clothed one.

“Hi,” she murmurs, her voice caught low in her throat. Shawn thinks he might have forgotten how to breathe.

“Hi,” he replies, and then his hands are on her, sliding up her thighs to cup her ass, giving her a squeeze before moving to her hips, his obscenely long fingers circling her waist. She looking at him, just looking, while her fingers tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck.

Then she’s kissing him, slow and lazy, while her hips start moving, rolling in leisurely circles down against his lap. He kisses her back easily, and he knows she’s wet already, can feel it. She shifts, grinds herself down against his upper thigh, and gasps a little against his lips. There’s a wet spot on his sweatpants from her that’s already sticking to his skin.

He drags his lips from hers, moving along her jaw to the shell of her ear. He kisses, licks her there before pressing his own hips up, letting her feel what she’s doing to him. Letting her know how fuckin’ hard he gets for her.

“Eager this morning, baby?” he murmurs, his fingers curling into the soft flesh on her hips as she tugs at his hair, moaning a bit.

“M’always eager for you,” she manages to purr against his cheek. She scrapes her nails over his scalp while biting down on his jaw, just to make her point. He grunts, grips her hips tighter and shifts his own to press his clothed cock firmly against her cunt.

God, how he wishes what she says were really true.

Her jaw drops, lips forming a perfect ‘O’ when she finally feels his hard length, snug up against her folds. Her eyes are closed, nose brushing his cheek as clenches her thighs, squeezing her legs against his and pressing herself more firmly to his lap.

“You feel that? Feel how hard I am for you, sweetheart?” He growls, sucking at her earlobe as he wraps his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her closer to him as his knees bend, feet flat against the bed as his thighs slide up behind her ass.

“Always get my cock so hard, baby, always– fuck, always get me so desperate for you,” he’s trying to keep calm, but he’s already so fucked for her he’s not sure how long he’ll last like this. He’s really hoping he doesn’t come in his sweats. He hasn’t done that in like… two years. And never in front of her.

He can’t believe the sex they have is nothing but casual, but that’s how they carry on. When he’s on tour and she can join, they’re best friends by day, casual lovers by night. So that’s how they’ll act until she has to go back to work and he has to hop on a jumbo jet to Europe. He wants to tell her it’s not casual for him anymore, that he’s not looking for anything anywhere else other than what he can find with her, wherever she happens to be.

But he doesn’t say that now.

Instead he brings one of his hands to her hair and gathers it in a makeshift ponytail, pulling the thick locks away from her neck so he can get to work on marking her skin. At least now, when he goes, she can press her fingers to her bruised skin and remember all the ways his lips loved her.

She’s gasping as he sucks at her skin, soft mewls falling from her hips as she keeps up the motion of her hips. She grinds down against him, her cunt dragging deliciously along his cock until she stills, her hips tilted forward. With a slight shift, she finds the right angle to work her clit against his the of head his dick, rocking back and forth just enough to give her aching pussy some relief.

Still, he knows the muscles of her cunt are clenching around nothing and that she’ll need him - his fingers or his cock - to really get the job done. So his hands find her hips again, trying to still her needy movements as he presses quick kisses from her neck to her lips. He pushes their foreheads together, muttering her name in a deep, rough voice to get her attention.

Her eyes snap open, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater as her chest heaves with labored breaths. Her eyes are wide as she looks at him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation as she tries her hardest to keep her hips still.

“Shawn,” she rasps, almost desperately. She wants him to do it, to make the first move. To take control, even as she’s perched on top of him. So he growls and pulls her up, away from his lap but still straddling his legs, her cunt now pressing against his taut abs beneath his sweatshirt.

He pushes his legs forward as he lifts his ass off the bed and gets his hands on the waistband of his pants. She’s already naked, so his sweats are really the only thing in the way. He pushes them down hastily, his breathing heavy as he keeps his gaze on her’s, their noses knocking gently as he shifts around.

He doesn’t bother getting them down any further than his calves, because she’s already dropped herself back into his lap. He groans, head falling back as her slick folds slide against his naked cock, finally. He gets his arms around her waist again, his hands cupping her ribcage so he can drag the pads of his thumbs along the full swell of her breasts.

He pulls her tightly against him, fucking his hips up at just the right angle to drag the head of his cock against her clit. She moans and lets him pull her firmly against him, her tits and tummy meeting his sweatshirt. Her head falls forward into the crook of his neck as their hips grind together, her cunt growing wetter by the moment, soaking both her inner thighs and his cock.

He can’t quite believe it, that he can spend all night fucking her and she still wants him in the morning, still aches for his cock buried deep inside of her. He always tells himself his desperation for her is one-sided. But suddenly she shifts on top of him, the head of his cock now snug against her tight hole, and it feels anything but one-sided.

“Shawn– baby, please,” she all but whines against his ear before dropping her head to press wet kisses to the sneak beneath his jaw. Her hips work in tight circles, and the movement causes her cunt to grind against the swollen head of his dick. He groans, his hips jerking up, almost of their own accord. He’s never been able to resist her for long.

His lips are gentle on her cheek as he coos, “Sh, sweetheart, I’ve got you. M’gonna take such good care of you,” he kisses her jaw, then fucks his hips up again, his cock sinking shallowly into her clenching pussy.

That gets her, and she keens for him. Back arching, she presses herself tighter against him and pulls her hands from her shoulders to cup his neck. The muscles in her thighs jump and she sucks in a breath of anticipation, eyes on his, pleading.

He kisses her, swallowing her moans, then slides his cock deeper into her wet heat until he’s bottomed out. They’re pressed so fucking tightly together, her thighs clenching around his hips as her slick pussy grips his cock like a vice. The only thing between them is the stupid sweatshirt he was too impatient to pull off.

His tongue runs along her lower lip as he pushes the sleeves of his sweater above his elbows, readying himself to give her what she needs. He adjust his hold on her, his arms tightening around her waist as he starts an almost unforgiving rhythm with her. He rolls his hips up in a tight, quick rhythm that buries his cock deeper and deeper in her pussy with each thrust.

She not kissing him back anymore, just panting against his lips and focusing on meeting his hips with her own thrusts as she clenches her cunt, the sweet change in pressure on his cock nearly making him lose his control.

Their thighs slap together as her hips rock hurriedly back and forth, and she revels in the way her clit drags against the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. She’s getting him soaked like this, her pussy dripping on both his cock and his sweater as she rides him.

“God, baby,” he groans into her hair, not able to stay quiet anymore. “You– you’re so fucking tight on my cock, angel,” he mutters, shifting the angle of his thrusts so he can stroke her sensitive spot with each pass of his dick. He can’t help but growl, “So wet all over me, fuckin’ hell.”

He can feel her nod into his neck, agreeing with him but unable to catch her breath to vocalize it. She’s busy gasping at the feeling of the thick heft of his cock stretching her pussy, his head grazing her g-spot so deliciously each time he fucks up into her. She’s so close to coming, so close to falling apart on top of him.

“Baby– babe,” she pants as best she can, turning her head to press her slick lips against his neck. “Gonna– m’gonna come for you, almost– shit, almost there.”

Her voice is a wrecked whisper and his cock twitches at the sound, his own orgasm drawing close. He keeps one arm tightly around her waist as his pace picks up speed, his cock thrusting into her shallowly, still finding her g-spot over and over.

“Then fucking come, baby,” he commands, pushing a hand between their bodies to press the pad of his middle finger against her aching little clit. He slips his finger up against the tight bundle of nerves beneath her swollen hood and works it in quick, tight circles. He knows the direct stimulation is a lot for her, but he also knows it’s making her pussy clench so lovely around his cock.

Suddenly she stills on top of him and throws her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream. And then he feels it, feels her pussy spasming tightly around his dick, her muscles fluttering against him. He forces himself to keep his eyes open, despite how overwhelming the feeling is, and watches her instead, watches her fall apart all over his cock.

He’s panting heavily, his hands all over her skin, stroking her in time with the movement of his hips as she comes down. Her hands are in her own hair as she’s still perched on his cock, totally still as she tries to regain control of herself. All Shawn can do is watch, totally fucking mesmerized. And then she’s going again, her hips fucking down against him, working in tight little circles that make her pussy hug every inch of his cock. Fuck, he’s gonna come.

He tells her so much and she smirks down at him before giving his cock a delicious squeeze with the muscles of her cunt. With that, he’s fucking done for. His hips snap up quickly, over and over as he strokes himself through his orgasm, coming with his cock buried deep inside of her.

He doesn’t even realized he’s thrown his head back until he’s coming down, cock twitching inside of her, and he feels her lips all over his neck, his jaw, then finally his own lips. They kiss and kiss and kiss as his cock softens inside of her, but she still makes no move get off of him. He doesn’t care.

It could be hours later, when she finally pulls herself from him with a final kiss and runs into the bathroom. He huffs out a breath after watching the door swing shut behind her and reaches for a tissue from the bedside table to clean himself up.

He’s busy pulling his sweatshirt off, then his sweatpants back up, when she re-emerges.

“I’m thinking,” she starts, as she makes her way back to the bed, her body swaddled in a fluffy white hotel robe, “that we should probably order pancakes and waffles, right? I mean. That was a workout. And you always eat a lot after a workout.” She’s smiling fondly at him as she sits down on her knees next to him, her small hands on his thighs.

She knows him so fucking well, it could make him sick. He wants her to know even more.

He doesn’t say that, though. Never does. Instead, he grins back at her and reaches out to tuck a loose tendril of hair behind her ear.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking, babe.”

so a few days ago @thehaakun made a post about how life is strange is a narrative that punishes girls just for existing. and i was thinking about this a lot last night, about how while life is strange is a game centered wholly around girls and how girls feel about other girls, it’s also a story that actively punishes girls for trying to reach out to one another.

the most central female-coded characters in the game are max, chloe, rachel, kate and victoria, all teenagers, while the central male characters are jefferson, nathan, david, and warren, two teenage boys and two grown men. while the girls are always prioritized and characterized most often in the story, the treatment of the men, who serve primarily as antagonistic or tangential figures, is bizarre and often contradictory to the storyline, while the girls’ treatment is, in fairness, consistent, at least in its penalization for their loving and caring for each other.

the treatment of david is what’s most striking to me- from episode one onwards he’s shown to be a paranoid abuser, who harasses students, keeps illegal surveillance on his family and on high school students, and hits his teenage stepdaughter. but at the end of the game, he’s redeemed when he saves max, because hey, he was sort of right to keep surveillance, wasn’t he? it’s a snape kind of defense, where the ends justify the repeated abuse and harassment of children and people who trusted him. nathan, a violently homophobic sexual predator complicit to murder, is woobified with a tearful postmortem phone call to an already tortured max, and he can even be brought back to life end-game at the price of chloe, his own victim. jefferson, a serial rapist and killer, can be shot and killed by a grieving david in an alternate timeline, but will ultimately end up alive in the ‘true’ timeline, whichever one the player choses that to be, and the stacks and stacks of red binders full of his victims cannot be undone, not by max and not by anyone else. and warren, the only man who is not an antagonist, is written so contradictorily that his role is best defined as compulsory heterosexuality personified, forced on max and on the player again and again even when both express no interest, his immature treatment of brooke and his more inappropriate actions in his pursuing of max left unaddressed and unquestioned by the narrative.

the girls, meanwhile, can’t catch a break. saving kate, a depressed sexual assault victim, from her own suicide is arguably the hardest part of the game, especially when the game keeps making you play a balancing act between max’s credibility and chloe’s happiness versus kate’s stability. being kind to victoria and warning her about the dark room punishes the player- if you don’t successfully warn her, she doesn’t go to jefferson and doesn’t get captured, sending a message that maybe you would have been better off mocking and/or being cold to her. the only concretely canon facts we have about rachel amber is that chloe loved her and that she’s dead, and not even max’s near-omnipotence can bring her back- rachel was never meant to be more than an enigma, a puzzle piece, a girl max was punished for not being and chloe was punished for loving. chloe, for whatever reason, is being hurt endlessly by the narrative- the story of the game hinges entirely on the premise that every single universe conceivable wants chloe, a depressed, battered, queer, lonely teenage girl, dead and/or suffering. and max, the protagonist who is given unexplainable power and tries her hardest to do good with it, who tries desperately to use that power to protect women and keep the girl she loves alive, ends the game responsible for either the death of thousands in order to protect chloe, or complicit to the murder of the girl she’s fallen in love with. there is no third option. no matter what the player does, max suffers for trying to help girls, for trying to save girls, for falling in love with a girl the universe says should’ve been left to rot. 

life is strange is such a unique narrative with such unique characters that the concept of girls caring for each other and redeeming each other is an endless punishing uphill climb, while men’s forgiveness is achieved by one genuine show of emotion, seems out of place within the story. still, the treatment of its cast of characters shows that sometimes even the freshest stories can fall back on old, tiring tropes that never fail to remind girls that even just reaching out to other women is something that always has to be done with hesitation.

9 Things Only Ellen Could Get Away With

1. Delivering pizza at an awards show like it’s totally normal.

2. Getting a million celebrities together to take a selfie and break the Internet.

3. Getting The President to dance on national television.

4. She can get T-Swift to wear sweaters with her and watch cat videos.

5. She can dispense advice like no one else.


6. She is never afraid, even when Jennifer Aniston tries her hardest to scare her.

7. She can convince Britney to shimmy in front of random strangers’ houses.

8. She’s always going to be herself regardless of what people say. 

9. Her haters are her motivators.

Supergirl Ao3 Fic Masterpost

Since it’s the hiatus and y'all might be looking for something to read, here’s a comprehensive list of all my Supergirl fanfictions.

All 19 (and counting!) of them.

Here we go!


Oneshots:

certain dark things

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8460508

Summary:

SuperCorp. Lena-centric.

“The pain comes in waves, like the crash of the tide against the shore- the sea merciless and unrelenting in its assault of the sand. It threatens to consume her, to drown her, to pull her from the safety of land and batter her against the jagged edges of the rocks that protrude from the waves until she is in pieces, scattered, like so many grains of sand.

Like falling snow slipping through grasping fingers, like smoke wafting from the end of a lit cigarette, like dandelion seeds dancing on the wind.

Intangible, untouchable, like fine mist on a cool morning.

The pain comes in waves, and she is utterly helpless against it.”


plumerias

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8466748

Summary:

SuperCorp. Lena-centric.

Kara zor-El looks down at her chest, at the glyph that has never held any meaning other than hope in her eyes, and is shamed.

This, her family’s emblem- el mayarah, stronger together- has never made her feel more set apart than it does in this moment.

Inspired by one of the Kara/Lena scenes from 2x03

mild AU in which Lex was killed by Kal-El during his attempts to destroy Metropolis


the girl of shadow

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8475310

Summary:

Alex-centric fic.

Alex Danvers has dedicated her whole life to protecting her sister, and she would do it all again in a heartbeat.

She’s just not sure who she would do it for.

Inspired by For The Girl Who Has Everything | 500 word Alex angst challenge


of potstickers and preferences

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8543383

Summary:

SuperCorp adorableness. Kara-centric.

Because really, who serves potstickers at a gala?

Shameless fluff. Fix-it fic (sort of) to make up for the lack of Kara/Lena interactions at the gala.


family

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9198482

Summary:

Winn-centric. Winn/Alex brOTP.

In which Winn does something stupid, Alex seizes the opportunity to put on her Big Sister pants, and the family we find isn’t always the one we were born into.


home

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9198524

Summary:

Sanvers. Alex-centric.

Shit hits the fan at work, and Alex finds herself struggling to cope in the aftermath of a mission that goes sideways.

Maggie is there to help her get through it.


a reason to smile

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9198614

Summary:

Sanvers. Alex-centric. Drabble.

The result of the most dangerous question on the planet- ‘what if?’

What if Alex had met Maggie before, back in college, during her party girl days?


kintsukuroi

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10896183

Summary:

SuperCorp. Kara-centric.

kintsukuroi (n.) - the art of repairing something with gold, and realizing that the object is all the more beautiful for having been broken

OR

It’s the anniversary of the day of Krypton’s death. Kara’s not in the best state of mind, and Lena tries her hardest to reach her.


kuebiko

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10896300

Summary:

SuperCorp. Lena-centric.

SuperCorp, post-winter finale.

Fix-it fic for the totally unresolved matter of Lena Luthor in the aftermath of her mother’s arrest.

Lena’s settling in for a quiet night of drinking away her sorrows, but Kara’s not willing to let her fall into a bottle.


in the absence of the sun

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10979070

Summary:

SuperCorp. Lena-centric.

It’s the anniversary of the day Lena’s mother died, and Kara opens up some old wounds when she digs into it.

Kara’s only trying to help, but the story of that night is more complicated than she knows.


Oneshots in the uncompleted ‘SuperCorp AU’ collection:

of art room supply cabinets and a lack of caffeine

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8461354

Summary:

SuperCorp. Kara-centric.

The last thing Kara Danvers expects to find in one of the art room supply cabinets is a person. Vaguely suggestive figurines? Sure. Abandoned sculptures? Maybe. But definitely not a person.

And especially not one with dark hair, green eyes, and a downright killer smile.

OR

The university SuperCorp oneshot AU you were all hoping and praying for.


of misunderstandings and morning detentions

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8787796

Summary:

SuperCorp. Kara-centric. High school.

Kara Danvers has detention. So does a certain kryptonite-eyed individual.

Excerpt:

She’s just perfecting her vacant stare when the sound of the door hinges squealing in protest breaks her concentration. Her attention snaps towards the doorway, where a girl with dark hair, green eyes, and an absolutely wicked smile meets her eyes- and winks.

A bright crimson flush spreads across her cheeks as she quickly averts her gaze, having suddenly developed an intense desire to count every single one of the tally marks scratched into the battered desk in front of her. “Miss Luthor, we don’t have all day to wait for you to get inside and shut the door,” McCarthy snaps, gesturing towards the other students- most of whom suppress a long-suffering sigh as he glowers. “Take a seat.”


Multi-Chapter WIPs:

epiphany

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8699392/chapters/19945063

Summary:

SuperCorp. Angst. Slow burn.

Lena’s just trying to drink away the day when she gets a not-so unexpected visitor on her roof.

Post 2x08.

Fix-it fic.

Kind of.


give me touch

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8667829/chapters/19870315

Summary:

SuperCorp. Introspective.

Touch.

Kara needs it.

Lena hates it.

A look into why they turned out this way.


these memories, they haunt me

archiveofourown.org/works/8484442/chapters/19442719

Summary:

SuperCorp. Lena-centric. The Morgana reincarnation!AU you didn’t know you needed.

“I know you’ll be there for me when the time comes.”

Kara’s departure is hasty, and for that, Lena is grateful.

If she’d lingered a few seconds more, she would have seen Lena’s lowered eyes flash gold.

My interpretation of the Lena/Kara scene from 2x04 and Lena’s shady look at the end of it.


tabula rasa

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8495818/chapters/19468954

Summary:

SuperCorp. Sanvers. Other pairings.

who can we become, when we no longer wish to be ourselves?

what remains when we are hollowed?

Alternate Universe- Dollhouse

our souls entwined

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10868802/chapters/24143733

Summary:

SuperCorp. Daemons!AU

Alternate Universe. Set in a world where the people of Earth have Daemons, physical forms of their souls that exist outside their body in the form of animal companions.

In which Lena is a girl with witch-blood in her veins, and Kara is a girl whose soul has never settled.

This is the story of two girls who have never fit in with anybody else- except each other.


stranger in her skin

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10871043/chapters/24149193

Summary:

Lena-centric. Growing up. Eventual SuperCorp.

“She is fourteen the first time she tries to run away.

It’s not something she plans- she just walks out of the house one day and doesn’t feel like coming back.”

Lena-centric fic set during her childhood. Basically the teen!Lena growing up fic you didn’t ask for and got anyways. :)

dust and shadow

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9120091/chapters/20727223

Summary:

SuperCorp. Harry Potter!AU

The SuperCorp Hogwarts AU you probably weren’t looking for that my trashy gay brain couldn’t help but writing.

Excerpt:

Kara is only nine years old when her world ends.

There’s a flash of green light that passes through the glass of the windowshield as though it were as insubstantial as smoke that strikes her father squarely in the chest and then the wheel jerks and the world is spinning spinning spinning-

Her mother’s screams echo in her ears as the world turns upside down and right side up and upside down all over again. She’s reaching for her, fingers outstretched- Kara! -but her mother’s belt won’t loosen and neither will hers and all she knows is that she wants to get out, she wants to move-

They stop falling.


This was all typed and formatted on mobile, so just know I definitely did suffer while making this.

Happy reading! :)