we run this state

Kind of always low-key irritated by the fact that third world as a term has now been so divorced from it’s original political context and basically been used by the west as a ranking/income system when it originated in the cold war as a way of describing postcolonial countries who refused to align themselves with the capitalist first world and the communist second world by being a third way out aka the anti imperialist non-alignment movement

Little Bird (1)

Originally posted by marvelheroes

Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: After a not-so-great childhood you find yourself living with the wonderful Clint Barton who you consider your brother. When things go wrong on a mission you are forced to do the one thing he’s always asked you not to do: talk to the Avengers.

Warnings: angst

A/N: So this is my new Sam series I told you guys I was going to write. This chapter is lots of feels. Hope you guys like it!

“You’re gonna have to be better than that kid.” A deep laugh echoed from the doorway of the apartment you had broken into.

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I believe that obsessive contemplation of our inhumanities can end up convincing us of the inevitability of our badness, and that we likely do ourselves a grave disservice by staying riveted by top-of-the-hour, ad nauseam “proof” that humans always have steadily pursued (and, the spurious logic goes, thus always will pursue) the bloody businesses of genocide, state-sponsored war, terrorism, and individual acts of sadism across space and time. I agree that if we don’t turn our attention away–or at least broaden our focus–we run the risk of floating further and further into the state described by Walter Benjamin as “an alienation that has reached such a degree that [mankind] can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order.”
—  maggie nelson, the art of cruelty: a reckoning
I’ll never forget

(A/N): I have been dying to write this one too

Request: Hey doll :) Can you please do an imagine where you work for shield but are on a Undercover Mission to free Bucky. You visit him everyday before he gets the electro Shocks but he never Forgets you. So one day you’re finally able to free him and you nearly escape both, when Hydra finds out. You then shove bucky out of the building as the agents shot and hit you. Bucky sees you breaking down and screams your Name and decides to safe you before you both are rescued from Fury and he never leaves you.

Warnings: maybe angst? Swearing, the usual :)

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @tom-hollands, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor

Originally posted by natpekis

   You wince softly as you gingerly operate on Bucky’s arm, the metal plating having been damaged on his last mission. 

   You’d been ‘recruited’ for Hydra months ago, little did anyone know you were actually on a Shield mission to save the asset, the winter soldier, Bucky Barnes. You’d been entrusted with the soldier’s safety and that’s why you could operate on him alone without anyone else in the room. You didn’t pump him full of drugs like the other doctors did, you didn’t sedate him whenever he got dangerous, he didn’t smack him to bring him back to reality because other than the fact that you couldn’t physically do it you didn’t have to. Bucky was never violent with you, he usually sat still the entire time you worked on him, never really saying anything or doing much so you never had to hurt him. 

   “You’re soft,” The soldier rasps, his voice much more rough than it usually was. “You’re not like the others,” You hum softly as you tweak some wires, litle sparks flying out his arm. 

   “Yeah? What makes you think that?” You smile at him before quickly getting back to work. 

   “You smile at me,” He whispers, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t hit me, you don’t stick needles in me, you’re the only person here who’s ever been kind to me,” 

   “Well,” You whisper as you continue to work, being careful not to bump any of his other wires. “You deserve kindness,” 

   “I’m a machine,” Bucky states, turning his head back ahead, his gaze finally falling from you. “Machines don’t get kindness,” 

   “If you don’t treat a machine well it won’t work, isn’t that how it goes?” Bucky doesn’t answer, merely keeps his gaze straight ahead. “Well, if you don’t treat a human nice it’s going to stop being human and I don’t want that for you,” 

   “Am I human?” Bucky asks, his lips barely moving. With a sigh you put your tools down, smoothing your hand over Bucky’s improved plating. 

   “You’ve got a heart, don’t ya?” Bucky nods, then stops, his lips pursing in thought. 

   “I guess,” You smile a bit, resting your chin on your palm. 

   “You’ve got a brain, right?” Bucky nods again. 

   “Then you’re human Buck, I promise you,” 

   “I don’t feel human,” Bucky whispers, his gaze falling down to his arm. “I don’t know what I am but I’m not- I’m not human,” 

   “I think you are,” You whisper as you check the plating one more time, ensuring that it was well enough for inspection. 

   “I never forget you,” Bucky whispers, his gaze never travelling from his arm. “Even after they wipe me, I don’t forget. I don’t forget the way your hands feel on my skin, or the way you smile at me, I don’t forget your voice or face, I don’t forget you like I forget everyone else,” 

   “Bucky-” You sigh once again, your heart constricting in your throat. 

  “Please don’t tell them,” Bucky looks at you, his eyes full of fear. “You can’t let them know,” 

  “I won’t tell,” You nod your head, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “ I promise I won’t,” 

   Bucky stares at you for only a moment before he’s nodding, his gaze falling back down to his arm once again. 

   "They’re gonna be back any minute,“ He whispers, his tone bit as emotionless as it was only few moments ago.

    "I know,” you sigh, absentmindedly running your thumb along his hand as you speak. 

    “They’re gonna wipe me again, aren’t they?" 

    "Don’t they always?” You smile at him sadly, your eyes no doubt swimming with emotion. 

    “It hurts.” Bucky states, his tone nearly robotic at this point. “More than anything I’ve ever felt," 

    "I’m sorry Buck,” you whisper, wishing nothing more than to get this poor guy out of here. “I wish there was something I could do to help,” Bucky nods, pursing his lips at the telltale signs of shoes in the hall just outside his cage. “I promise you Bucky, I’m gonna make the pain stop someday,” You let go of his hand as the door to the isolated room opens, putting your facade back on, wouldn’t want hydra knowing you’re a double agent. 

    “Everything’s been fixed,” you state, no hint of emotion in your voice. Pierce smiles at you, gripping your shoulder gently. 

    “You’ve been a good agent (Y/N), very good, nearly as good as the soldier himself,” You cast a glance at Bucky, noticing the way his eyes had taken up that reserved, cold demeanor once more. “Now get out of here, you’re done for the day,” you give him a polite smile and nod, quickly exiting before they started clearing Bucky’s mind once again. 

   You tried to walk down the hall as fast as you could, desperate to get away from them, to go back to your safe house and decompress but no matter how fast you walked you couldn’t seem to escape Bucky’s haunting screams of pain.

    You stayed with Hydra for months after that, always fixing up Bucky, checking some of his diagnostics, even training him a bit. Eventually you became so trusted in hydras eyes that they allowed Bucky to be free around you, no other guards needed. It was a huge mistake on their part, given you were already preparing a plan on how to get the two of you out of here.

    “(Y/N),” Bucky states as he calmly wipes his knife of any blood, not even sparing a glance at the quivering mass of human on the floor. 

    “Yeah Buck?" 

    "You’re thinking about breaking out, aren’t you?” You look up from your clipboard where you’d been measuring how accurately The asset could slit a throat.

    “How did you-”

    “That’s what you meant when you said you were gonna end my pain, right? You were gonna get me out of here?” You bite your lip, nodding hesitantly. “I can help- I know where all the guards are, I know which halls are empty, I can tell you where it’s safe and were it isn’t," 

    "You want to get out of here?”

    “If it’s with you? Yes,” Bucky slides the knife back on a table, each chunk of wood covered in a weapon of sorts.

    “Well?” You lean forward, setting your clipboard aside. “When do we wanna ditch this place?" 

    "You’re sure this is the right hall?” You ask Bucky as the two of you creep through the hydra base, making sure to be extra quiet. 

    “I know the layout of every hydra base on this earth, i know we’re in the right hall,” Bucky places his metal arm in front of you, stopping you dead in your tracks.


    "Shhh,” the soldier warns, placing a finger to his lips. You close your moth, listening intently to whatever it was that had set Bucky off. You strain to hear but there was no mistaking the sound of heavy footfalls in some hall, evidence that now people were hunting you two down, and fast. 

    “Shit,” you whisper, fear bubbling within your chest. 

    “We have to run,” Bucky states coolly as he grabs your hand, yanking you down the hall. 

    “Stop them!” Someone down the hall yells and suddenly the footfalls are getting much, much closer.

    You run just as fast as Bucky, your feet hitting the concrete below you with such force that you could feel your feet ache. The two of you round a corner, two big silver doors before you signaling your way out; you were so close. 

   "Almost there,“ Bucky encourages, not letting go of your hand for one second. You nod your head as you book it towards the exit, freedom so tantalizingly close that you could taste it. But suddenly a shot rang through the air and a crippling pain shot through your chest. With a sudden cry you drop to the ground, causing Bucky to nearly fall as well. His hand still grips yours as you use your free one to clutch at the hole in your chest, blood seeping between your fingers. 

   ”(Y/N)-“ Bucky murmurs, more fear in his eyes than your ever seen before. 

   "Go,” you rasp, your body burning in pain as you speak. “Get out of here," 

   "No,” Bucky growls as he almost effortlessly picks you up, pulling you to his chest. “I’m not leaving you behind," 

    "Bucky, I’m- I’m dead weight at this point-” but Bucky doesn’t even give you a moment to finish before he’s booking it down the hall, only stopping to break the control Panel to the doors. The doors slide open, revealing a few simple grounds, nothing much in sight except for the large black helicopter sitting just a few feet away from the base. 

    “It’s shield,” you rasp, pointing a finger to the copter. “We made it," 

    "Soldier, I demand you stop!” An agent scream, guns firing shot after shot as they attempted to wound one of you. 

    “Are you motherfuckers getting in here or what?” Fury pokes his head out of the small space available for a door. “We don’t have all day,” Bucky rushes towards the helicopter, only stopping to hand you over to Steve’s embrace. Bucky quickly jumps in the copter and not even a second afterwards the pilot takes off, Nat, or a familiar red headed woman who Bucky could’ve sworn he’d seen before. 

    “Shit (Y/N),” Steve curses, his hands ripping open the front of your suit. “You got hit pretty bad," 

    "I know,” you rasp, your chest aching in pain. “I told Bucky to just leave me behind but he refused,” Bucky nods, his gaze trained in on your face. “We made it Bucky,” you reach up, grasping his metal hand a bit. “You’re safe now,” Bucky nods, lifting your hand to rub his cheek against it, a sweet gesture that had you melting on the inside. “We’re safe," 

 ~2 years later~

    "Bucky!” You call out to your fiancée who seemed to be having trouble getting out of bed.

    It’s been two tears since your days of hydra and things couldn’t be better, you had your own home, a nice one too, you didn’t have to worry about hydra breathing down your necks at all times, Bucky had finally gotten his memory back and he never, ever forgot you. Even when he’d forgotten his own name, or how is mother had died, he’d never forgotten you, just like he told you that fateful day. With a reminiscent smile you flip a pancake, hollering to Bucky once again. 

    “Bucky come on! I made pancakes and coffee!" 

    "I’m comin’, I’m comin’,” Bucky chuckles as he sleepily wipes at his eyes, his feet slowly but steadily carrying him to your side. He wraps his metal arm around your waist as he presses a kiss to Your neck, his stubble tickling you softly. “Thanks doll,” Bucky murmurs, causing you to giggle just a bit.

    Bucky’s lips slip over to your scar, a good sized bullet hole that had scarred over, leaving behind bumpy, white flesh. “I’m going tux shopping with Steve today,” Bucky whispers, his lips still gently pressed to your skin. You hum softly as Bucky kisses his way back up your neck, stopping just below your ear. “But after that I thought we could go to that record store you wanted to look at,” you nod your head, a small smile working it’s way up to your lips. 

    “I’d love that,” Bucky hums this time as his free arm reaches out to play with the ring on your finger, a simple band, nothing too fancy, but simple and elegant.

    “I love you,” Bucky murmurs against you, tucking his face back against your neck. 

    “I love you too Buck,” Bucky’s arm tightens around you as you flip a pancake, smirking proudly to yourself as you flipped it perfectly.

    Bucky purses his lips in thought, a small humming noise issuing from the back of his throat. 

    “What’s on your mind?” You ask as you scoop more pancake batter onto the skillet, listening to the oils sizzle and pop. 

    “I was just thinking…can we have pancakes at the wedding?”

anonymous asked:

I was wondering how you thought different nations would raise children or view family life. The Water Tribe and Air Nation are the most distinctive (as I remember) but I can't really differentiate between the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation?

I’ve somewhat answered the question in this post, but I didn’t delve into how children are trained and educated in the Four Nations, which I think is worth examining.


Education for boys and girls is sex-segregated, and begins at home. We know that Gran-Gran taught Katara about delivering babies, so presumably the girls would be taught about assisting with childbirth, healing, and medical care, as well as the traditional tasks of sewing and cleaning.

Katara: Sokka, Calm down. I helped Gran-Gran deliver lots of babies back home. 
Sokka: This isn’t the same as delivering an arctic seal! This is a real… human…. thing!
Katara: It’s called a baby, and I helped to deliver plenty of those too. 

At 16, they are legal adults, so they would also have learned about marriage and all that it entailed. As far as bending goes, they start training very early, around the age of 4-6, judging by the beginner’s healing class in the North.

The male heads of household teach their sons about hunting, fishing, and fighting. At the age of 14, they undergo a rite of passage where they have to steer a ship through ice-infested waters without adult supervision. Both they and their crewmates earn marks based on their position in the crew. We don’t see a beginner’s class for male waterbenders, but we do know that the Water Tribe is not afraid of tough teaching methods.

One skill that is common to both boys and girls is sailing. Katara and Sokka both know how to steer a boat on their own at the very beginning of the show. Hardly a surprise, given their environment.


Education in the Earth Kingdom varies depending on your social status. We don’t see any schools for poor children in the Earth Kingdom. For the children of rich parents, they are educated through private tutors, such as Toph’s tutor, Master Yu:

Yu:  I’m keeping her at the beginner’s level. Basic forms and breathing exercises only.

For less wealthy children, there are classes with other students:

Yu: So, are you ready to commit to more lessons?  If you pay for the whole year in advance, I’ll bump you up to the next belt.

However, as we just saw, advancement can depend on how much money you have here, too.

It is noteworthy that the children in the rough-and-tumble earthbending classes are both male and female, although we do see more boys than girls. By contrast, we see an all-girls poetry class in Ba Sing Se:

This might be due to their relative wealth–it could be a select school for girls like the Fire Nation has. At any rate, the difference in education for girls and boys, while present, is not quite as rigid as the Water Tribe.


This is the nation with the most widespread education model. While there are select schools for the wealthy and nobility:

Azula: Tell me, what is the daughter of a nobleman doing here? Certainly our parents didn’t send us to the Royal Fire Academy for Girls to end up in… places like this.

There are academies for regular Fire Nation children, with a strict curriculum and rigid standards of behavior.

Ms. Kwan: Your etiquette is terrible. In the homeland, we bow to our elders. Like so. 

Music Teacher: No, child. That hullabaloo going on with your feet. Is that a nervous disorder? 

School Headmaster:  That’s what any mother would say, ma'am. Nonetheless, you’re forewarned. If he acts up one more time, I’ll have him sent to reform school… by which I mean the coal mines. Are we clear? 

All schools are state-run and contain a huge dose of Fire Nation propaganda:

Ms. Kwan: Question one: What year did Fire Lord Sozin battle the Air Nation Army?  Kuzon? 
Aang:  Is that a trick question? The Air Nomads didn't have a formal military. Sozin defeated them by ambush. 
Ms. Kwan:  Well, I don’t know how you could possibly know more than our national history book. Unless you were there a hundred years ago. 

On a positive note, while there are all-girl (and presumably all-boy) finishing schools in the higher echelons of society, we see a very egalitarian mix of gender in the regular Fire Nation academies.

There are no sex-segregated areas of education, including in the military. Azula was trained from an early age, just like Zuko, to excel in firebending.

Speaking of which, because the Fire Nation justifies its war of conquest on the merits of its bending, firebending is the most important part of education for those who possess the ability. While there are high-level nonbenders, such as Azula’s instructors Lo and Li, having weak—or even weaker bending—can prevent you from gaining power. Zuko, despite being two years older, is by no means certain to take the throne, partly based on his relative incompetence and his sister’s prodigious achievement.


Due to every citizen being an airbender, each Air Nomad child received bending training from an early age. At the very least, children would have to be taught enough bending not to fall from the Air Temple balconies! Unlike the other three nations, an airbender’s master was his or her surrogate parent as well.

Gyatso: Aang, I’m not going to let them take you away from me.

Fun was emphasized as a learning technique:

And respect for one’s elders was … optional.

Finally, the Air Nomads were all trained in animal care, as they adopted sky bison as children which would stay with them throughout their lives:

Air Nomad Woman: Choose well. A sky bison is a companion for life.

A:TLA glosses over one aspect of education fairly heavily, which is: considering the level of technological and social development of the Four Nations, it’s highly unlikely that everyone would be able to read and write. We never encounter a situation where someone can’t make out an inscription, or has trouble reading a sign or “Wanted” poster. Even the dirt-poor Lee in that Earth Kingdom village could read the inscription on Zuko’s dagger! Considering the Earth Kingdom and the Fire Nation’s desire to keep knowledge contained, as well as the Water Tribe’s lack of cheap paper-making materials, it would have made sense for the GAang to encounter more people who rely on memorization than people who rely on reading.

Time || Smut || Yoongi

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: Just some good old, logistically difficult car sex on a time limit with an impatient Yoongi.

Warnings: semi-public sex, “fem” bodied reader

Word Count: 1484


The car didn’t make it out of the driveway.

It wasn’t on yet.

You didn’t get to put on your seatbelt.

In fact, you didn’t even close your door.

As soon as your ass had hit the seat, Yoongi was leaning over the centre console, lips on your neck.

“Yoongi,” you whined, pushing at his shoulder as you leaned away to shut the door. “We’re gonna be late again.”

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Overtime at the Office (SMDR x Reader) Part 2

Pairing: Democratic Republicans x Reader

AN: So part 2 is finally here! I tried my best to make it good and if I get enough positive responses I’ll do a part 3 (though I probably going to make one regardless). I tried to make it kinky as I could with what I had and stay true to the characters’ personalities. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!

WARNINGS: NSFW!!! D/S relationship, Toe Sucking, Submission, Spanking, Oral Sex, Rimming, Rough Sex, Tit-fucking, slight m/m, Language, Just overall smuttieness
You sat anxiously in a brown cowhide seat in Mr Jefferson’s office, James and Aaron were roosted on either side of you, their butts situated on the wide armrests. The entryway behind you opened and shut, the lock clicking into place. His delicate strides were peculiarly loud in the room as your nerves conveyed your body to a bizarre and destitute tremble.

Mr Jefferson strolled around before us and sat upon his work area.

“So, Teamwork…” he stated, and started to fix his tie, slipping it out through his neckline and grasping it. “(Y/N), you’ve been working here for about a year now. ” He grinned as he looked at you.

“Yes, sir.” you stated, wringing your hands. Your were still extremely horny, James and Aaron’s teasing still effecting you.

“I’ve been watching you, keeping a close eye on you, and you enjoyed what you saw. ”He gestured to James and Aaron. “Actually, I think we as a whole like what we see.” He looked from James to Aaron.

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Thomas.” James said, beside you, Aaron nodded his own accord, a sly smile gracing his great looking features.

“Excellent, then what I propose, gentlemen and lady, is that we do a few ‘team-building’ activities concentrating on ‘collaboration’.“ He grinned, leaning forward and running a hand along your jaw. You felt a uniquely pleasurable shiver go through your body.

“Is that all right with you, (Y/N)?” he asked, lifting your face to look at him. You smiled softly.

“That is fine, Mr Jefferson.” You stated, your voice trembling with energy. You could see the lump in his magenta pants from where you sat, it was essentially in your face.

“Good girl.” He chimed, straightening up and appearing to tower over you.

“Starting now, you will refer to Aaron and James as ‘Sir A & Sir J’ and you will call me ‘Master’, is that understood?” He asked you.

“Yes Si—Master.” You said, quickly correcting myself.

“If at any time you wish to stop, say the safe word, 'Election’. We’ll stop everything and make sure you are okay and after that you will be brought home.“ He pulled the silk tie through his hands, before he got a handle on the tie once more, pulling it through his hand and repeating the steps, as though he were euphorically foreseeing the night to come.

"This first exercise, will be one of trust.” He stated, pulling his tie tight and pushing ahead. Mr Jefferson wrapped it around your eyes, hindering your vision.

“You have to put stock in your colleagues and your manager to recognize what you require.” His voice talked near your ear. You gulped apprehensively and nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Master.” You said, voice scarcely over a whisper.

“Now some matters need to be handled delicately………”

You heard and felt the developments adjacent to you as the men in the room started to strip. At that point warm hands grasped your arms, pulling you upright to your feet. You felt energized, somewhat uncertain yet at the same time you felt protected, confiding in the men around you and your own sensibility when it went to your very own solace levels.

You’re garments was gradually, alluringly expelled until you remained in your bra, undies, thigh-high leggings and high heels. Grateful mumbles escaped from the men as they appreciated your body. Fingertips kept running along the lines of your collarbone, down over the highest points of your bosoms. Three sets of hands touched the trembling skin of your arm and legs, the bends of your butt and bosom, running over the hard buds of your nipples that were still dressed by your bra.

You moaned as you felt lips wrap around one of your wet lace covered buds, while a tongue slowly continued running over the curve of your neck. Your right foot was raised and you felt the heel being removed, the stocking peeled down your smooth leg along with your panties.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt two hands, ones you greatly suspected belonged to whoever’s lips were on your chest, undo your bra, while a different pair of lips kissed your now uncovered foot, the tongue between them slipping out to lick your toes before the lips enveloped your big toe into his warm wet mouth.

You didn’t think that you’d ever have your toes sucked, let alone by the most attractive man at the firm. You never saw the appeal or pleasure of doing it. Holy hell were you wrong, it was such a debauched feeling, scores of stimulating shudders wound inside the lower part of your waist, traveling directly to your wetness.

You panted as the bra was pulled far from your body, the cool air from the workplace’s mechanical aerating and cooling unit making your nipples become harder with excitement. The hot mouth discovered its way back to its objective, sucking, nipping and tenderly gnawing at the hard bud that he had attended to with relish. You shuddered as the mouth at your neck brushed his teeth along your skin, hitting a tender place that made your pussy weep and want.

The man’s hands palm your breasts. He tweaks both your nipples, then soothes. Harsh, then gentle. You’ve done rough, and you’ve done sweet, but never so close together. His soft touches tells you that your surprise expression was noticed. Then he twists harder, pulls at your stiffened peaks until you gasp.

“Lovely,” he rumbles. To escape the pain, you strongly hold the desk’s edge…And it turns him on. It’s sick. Twisted. You love it. He does it again. Your face is burning from the pain, and when your mouth opens in a wordless cry, someone sticks his tongue in your mouth and kisses you.

Whoever it was, he was a good kisser. Soft lips, a firm tongue. Not too wet… just enough so that his tongue slides smoothly between your lips. He explores your mouth, and you moan. Heat races to your center, wetness building. You feel it dribble out of you, and then hands are there, touching your slit, which is accessible because of your pose and groan as each mouth drew your body into a free for all of sensation. The mouth on your neck climbing to your ear.

“……Then there are situations that require a rougher touch to get the point across.”

You hear a slight metallic clank.

“Hold her down,” Jefferson commands, and soon paw-sized hands wrap around your wrists. You frantically look around, silently pleading, but the tie is still covering your eyes, so you couldn’t tell what was happening.

There’s a high whistling sound, and then the belt’s strap smacks across your buttocks. For a moment you didn’t feel anything.

And then the pain hit.

It didn’t hurt that bad, but then the second strike came, a second scream—louder but less surprised—then your wrists were released .

“You will be fucked so damn hard, (Y/N). We’ll make you come so hard and so much that you’ll learn the importance of the word 'cooperation’.” Mr Jefferson ground in your ear. His words making you shudder in sensual expectation.

“Yes… Master… ” You mumbled as you felt his hand come to down, stroking your free breasts, you shook as his hand traveled down over your stomach to the space between your thighs where he slipped his fingers over your sensitive wetness. You heard his moan of gratefulness thundering through his chest while James’s and Aaron’s wet tongues proceeded with their strike on your feet and breast.

“Fellows, we should really get our little sub set up, shouldn’t we?” he stated, running his fingers over your pussy as you groaned your thankfulness.

You were picked up and laid flat on Mr Jefferson’s desk. Your bare skin taking in the coldness of the wooden work area, and heating it with your own inner warmth. Your stinging rear end and wetness left hanging over the end and feet planted the floor.

You felt solid hands lift your hips so that your feet were elevated with just your toes touching the carpet. You felt hands massaging along your back and over the round cheeks of your butt. The touches emitting shudders and shocks of painful pleasure through your body, you groaned, just to be quieted tenderly with a stroke of your hair.

“Quiet now, darling. Let us get to the main event.” Mr Jeffer–Master said.

“Sir J and Sir A will deal with you for some time, while I watch. Then I can have my time with you.” Master’s voice floated away from you as his strides pounded delicately on the floor. You could hear him take a seat on the cowhide seat that you had possessed not ten minutes back. Your hands were taken and tied behind your back, Aaron pressed his lips against your shoulder.

“Let us know if it’s too much or if you want us to stop, (Y/N)… ” he whispered, then drew his tongue over your delicate flesh. You’d had no clue that the three bosses were so dominant, it made your pussy throb with desire as you thought of all the depraved things they wanted to do to your body.

Something you’d never at any point thought you’d do was submit yourself to such sinful delight, but here you were, tied, bound, and twisted over your supervisor’s work area while he watched his two partners set themselves up to utilize you as their sexual plaything. And fuck if it wasn’t one of your most erotic dreams brought to life.

“Oh my god!” you screamed, amazed by the skillful tongue lapping at your wet folds. You yipped in delight and then let it transform into erotic pants as the tongue licked across your labia.

“How does she taste, A?” James asked, and you realized that it must be Aaron who was expertly eating you out and making your legs gooey.

“She has got the tastiest little pussy, J.” Aaron said, running his tongue along your folds again, similar to a man biting the dust of thirst and just your juices could keep him alive. You held your hands together as you groaned, the beats of sensation going through your clit up to your center and back once more, after the long tongue that dove inside your pussy.

You started to gasp and groan as you felt your peak rising.

You felt James moving behind your body, Aaron was stooping between your legs, his nose squeezed hard against the delicate skin of your pussy, while his tongue prepped your body. You could detect the warmth of his breath each time he inhaled out through his nose, he breathed in your sex profoundly with every inward breath. As though he was a man kept from oxygen, he took in your musk. You felt James’ warm hands press against your rear end cheeks, isolating them.

“Such a delightful, delicious looking ass… Remember how I said I would eat it, (Y/N)?” he asked, you could feel him dropping himself down so his face was level with your rear end while Aaron dragged his tongue from the base of your opening to the tip of your clitoris, pushing aside the hood with his tongue to uncover the touchy bud that settled there. You heaved and shouted out with enthusiasm as you felt the climatic surge building.

“Do you remember, (Y/N)?” James asked, his hand ascending from your cheek and after that catching a hard roar as he spanked you. Clearly demanding an answer.

“Yes… ” You ground out.

“Yes, What?” he asked, giving you another harsh slap.

“Yes, Sir J!” You shouted out. You could feel Aaron’s tongue plunging inside you, face-fucking your pussy with energy. You moaned as you felt everything tense up, your midsection, your pussy, your heart, in reality your whole accursed body was shuddering as you felt the climax work to its top.

Right as you came, you felt James’ tongue slide over your butt hole, and more shockingly, inside your ass. You shook wildly, riding the sweet delight as Aaron pushed you over the edge. Your juices spilling out of your sensitive lips and into his mouth, which he slurped at ravenously while James did as said earlier and ate out butt, his tongue slipping past the tight ring. You shouted out over and over as another moment climax tore through you.

Aaron gave your pussy one last lick before he got to his feet. James wrapped up as well, twisting his tongue up inside you and stimulating your insides.

He pulled away and you groaned with the misfortune of losing the touch of his tongue. You heard Mr Jefferson get up from the seat behind you, and quickly felt his strong hands on each of your butt cheeks.

You felt him stand over and run his unpleasant tongue over your back. “A remarkable little moaner and screamer, aren’t you?” he laughed. You felt his hands trail along your back as he pressed his hard cock against your sobbing groin. You groaned, needing him inside you. You could feel his amazing size squeezing against your wanting crotch.

“Ahh, you need my dick do you, (Y/N)?” He asked, his voice brutal with desire.

“Yes, please… ” You yowled.

“Please… what?” His voice had a tone of threat in it

“Please give me your dick, Mr Jeff—.” You said submissively. A belt wallops your ass again, three times in quick succession. You cry out again. “ Sorry….I mean, please give me your dick, Master.”

You felt his hands moving and heard his pants being unzipped and the ripping sound of a condom wrapper. The delicate hisses as he touched himself, expelling his dick from the confines of his attire, lining his cock up with your pussy. Relieved and desperate, you push your hips back; if Master is fucking you, he won’t be able to smack you with the belt.…right?

“Sir J, kindly set yourself up before her, you may take her breasts and use them while I take her from behind.” His words sent a shudder down to your center and your pussy started to sob in excitement once more. You felt the blindfold being removed and you squinted a couple times as the light returned to your eyes.

The workplace lighting had been turned down, outside the cityscape was excellent. Glowing signs and those of the workplaces where the cleaning staff were working were glowing bright. The windows were reflected somewhat, so nobody could see in and watch what you were doing, yet it felt shameful with simply the prospect that somebody may watch what the four of you were doing at the moment.

Your considerations ended up noticeably scattered when Mr Jefferson squeezed the tip of his dick against your passage and ran it through your wet folds, covering it with your juices. You shrieked out a he pushed forward, hard. Piercing you deep.

You felt him poke against your cervix as he hammered in with more force, his voice moaning behind you as James sat on the edge of the desk, your breasts squishing against his hardened rod.

You felt his hands stroke the outside bends of your tits, squeezing against them, squashing them against his dick. You panted as Mr Jefferson drove himself into you, pounding ceaselessly, his balls hitting against your clit as your breasts gave James a decent rubbing.

Aaron, not one to be forgotten, moved up over James’ body, bowing on the desk, his hands are on the back of your head, and slamming his cock into your open mouth. You barely have time to open your mouth before he slams his cock deeper down your throat. He’s even longer than you’d realized, and so deep that he’s cutting off your airway. Though your lips are stretched wide around the base, he continues to force himself into you.

You took it avariciously, your tongue licking at the head as each push of your master’s dick pushed your mouth further onto Aaron’s shaft. For a fast moment he pulls halfway out, then he slams home again. You don’t attempt to control your breathing; he’s not the only one who has aggressions to work out. If you can get him off in a minute or two, that’s perfect. He’ll be down and out, and you’ll regain some composure then.

Your plan was immediately thwarted by James’ hard dick pushing against your cheek, needing some consideration also. You could notice his manly musk just for a moment before Aaron hauls out and pushes your head onto James’ cock. He controls your head on, making you fuck James’ fast, then slow, then fast. Then he shoves your face onto his own dick again, and the sounds of male satisfaction fill the room.

Mr Jefferson slams you hard, forcing you even deeper onto James. All of these men are close to orgasm. You can feel it in Jefferson’s fucking, and you can taste it on the two cocks you’re being forced to suck in shift.

Then Aaron moves back. You weren’t able to see what he’s doing because James is schooling you on his dick. He was humongous and hard as steel. It was one the biggest cocks you’ve ever seen, bigger than your wrist. Mouthwatering.

Miraculously, you were handling three-quarters of it. Though you can’t take credit for it; he pushed himself in there. There’s nothing lovely or provocative about it. You were a choking, gagging mess, and your body continued going firm in frenzy, which made Jefferson fuck you much harder.

“Great job, (Y/N),“ James calms as he releases your head. However, before you can pull away, he tenderly strokes your hair. "Remain here,” he states. “Long as you can. Hold your breath for me, suffer for me.”

So you do what he asks, sucking softly on his cock, attempting to swallow. All that does is massage him further. While your inexperienced with kink at this level, the three men know precisely what they’re doing. They have every advantage. Your not powerless, but rather here, in Mr Jefferson’s costly office, encompassed by your flawless managers. Your… flexible. For security, all you have is single word.

You’d be defenseless before even one of these men, regardless of the possibility that they weren’t so strong. They’re capable, and they’re rich. They could get you, purchase your life, your reality. Or, then again they could take you the way they have, stripping you down, making you suck and fuck them, spanking you till agony swung to delight.

He holds you deep on his cock, and you can feel the softness of the plump head in your throat, the pulsing of the twisted veins, the rigidity of the long, curved shaft. Truth be told, he has a gorgeous cock, both to look at and to suck. And you suspect he knows how to use it, though you doubted you’d ever get to experience it beyond rough oral…until later.

Mr Jefferson pushed himself all the way into your smooth pussy, and he’s not moving. After a couple of minutes, whatever you can feel is the vibe of being full. It makes your legs tremble in expectation…and stress that he’ll stop.

You run out breath yet continue attempting to suck James. With him not moving, you can feel his heartbeat all around your mouth. That is how extended around him you are. You need to satisfy him. It’s the first run through in years that you’ve minded what another person considers, and there’s no clarification for it; not like you had a profound discussion that persuaded you that James ought to be somebody critical in your life.

It was all in the way he fucked your mouth, utilizing you, pushing you far past your limits however gently guarding you to make sure you’re okay.

You groan, realizing that the vibrations in your throat turn him on, push him nearer to the climax that will release both of you. Tears are running down your face. In the event that anybody had strolled in on us at this moment, they’d either start running, or be so damned stimulated that they’d be asking to join you.

Your salivation spilled out of your mouth as you proceeded with the exceptionally sloppy blowjob, behind you, Mr Jefferson growled, your still-bound hands reaching down to caress his abdomen, right above where his cock extended from his delicious body. He groaned harder and pumped with incensed surrender as your tits rubbed the wooden surface in a craze, you felt his cock stiffen, and after that felt his tongue lick your ear…

“Look at them! Look at what James and Aaron are doing while I fuck you!” He quietly commanded as he angled your face with his strong hands. You hadn’t realized that James was also making out with Aaron and pumping him as your mouth pleasured him…No wonder the moaning and groaning was so loud.

You had no clue that James and Aaron had that sort of relationship… it was indeed a night of disclosures. For every one of us.

Mr Jefferson slams into you so hard that you have to hold onto the desk. It makes your legs tremble as you tighten around him. He sputters out a moan as you shout out your climax. You felt his hot cum surging inside the condom, right as James’ voice joined in a rough thunder, his own cum spilling into your mouth. You gulped it down like a good little sub, groaning at the hot, musky taste of it. Aaron came all over your chest and his stomach seconds later. The sticky hot seed covering your skin.

Mr Jefferson pumped himself into you a couple of more times, draining his seed inside you before he hauled out and hurled the utilized elastic in the junk can beside his work area. His hands touching your trembling ass and helping you up. You shuddered with the sensations as your body descended from the peak. Even as James gradually hauls out of your mouth, you need to concede that you felt protected. He has faultless control.

“That was great,” he says. “Not a lot of people can take that much me.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Sir J.” You say, massaging your soar jaw. “But can I have a breather please?”

Before you can ask for a breather or if they’re going for another round of debauchery, Mr Jefferson lifts you up and carries your limp body into his executive lavatory. Inside, it had a shower, which was obviously a perk of being the boss.

You lay in his solid arms, feeling secured and tended to while he turns on the hot water and sets it to an agreeable temperature. He washes your body, dealing with your pussy and ass, before he squeezed you against the tiles and runs his tongue between your ass cheeks once more. You feel his fingers circling the front of your body, slipping into your cunt as he gave you a good rimming.

Your groans were punctuated by little heaves of joy as he made you ride the rushes of rapture that he commanded from your body. When he had completed, he had you poor and aching once more, how much more could you be able to take from these men?

“Are you ready for some more?” Mr Jefferson asks from his position between your legs, his stubble tickling your inner thighs.

You were definitely willing to find out.

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“You know what? We are running away… I don’t care what they say.. I want to be with you and I’ll take care of you more than he could ever do”


*Don’t ask how but… he’ll take care of it… and your family issues. He’s your… hero*


“Hey… I heard… you are the girl I’m promised to” *Surprises you by being the guy you have an arranged marriage with*


“There must be something I can do… something to stop this… something to be the one you’ll spend your life with, the one to protect you” *This is breaking his heart but don’t think he won’t do something to stop it*


*Shows at your front door* “Hello, I’m Kim jongin and I’m here to talk about your daughter’s future and mine” *If an arranged marriage is what they want, they can get one with the one you love* 


*Thinking really hard about the situation* “If they just want you to marry… to help their situation.. maybe they will accept me instead, plus we love each other.. I can give you much more than that guy… starting with my heart”


“Even if i have to battle that guy to prove your parents I’m better, I will!” *Nothing in this world will take you away from him*


“I know it’s not my business but.. she should marry the one she loves. Maybe I’m a better option, I’m willing to do anything to get her hand. Please…” *To your parents*


“We can solve this… maybe we can marry… and then we’ll solve whatever issues your parents have… like it or not, you belong by my side” *Even if you have to marry in Las Vegas XD*


*Somehow he just wins your father appreciation, so when he asks he won’t say no* “I want to make you and your daughter happy… please allow me be that person… please rely on me”


“We need to talk baobei… so I talked with your parents about the situation… and they agreed on me being your future husband… but only if you want to it. So.. tell me baobei… will you marry me?”


*Honestly… what person is better for someone’s daughter than him?* “You think I will let it happen? I don’t need to have an arranged married with you to take care of you and your family. It’s okay jagi, I got this”

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Remember Me - Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: After (Y/N) memory gets wiped by Hydra, Bucky and the others have to figure out how to get it back. Will they succeed or is it lost forever?
Warning: angst, memory loss

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It had taken a few months before things returned to some semblance of normalcy around the camp.

So much has changed since your divorce, you obviously weren’t staying with Peter in the tree house anymore. You stayed in a tent for a few weeks before you found a really nifty tree.

There was a medium sized hole hidden by the large roots, you had fallen through and landed in a sort of dirt cave. You walked around a bit and found it was very sturdy, surprisingly well insulated.

With the help of a few Lost Boys you made it your new home, added some wooden boards to the walls and roof, a ladder, and a little door at the hole that you liked to cover with leaves.

There was also a change of dynamics with the Lost Boys.

While everyone was loyal to Pan and no one would rebel against him, most of the boys were being a lot more friendly with you now. Invited you to play more games and let you in on their other activities.

You appreciated that so much, during the day they would keep you busy and distracted, sometimes you even managed to have a good time, but still at night you would cry your eyes out.

You wished your feelings for Peter would just wither and die the way your heart had, but just the thought of him still made your heart skip a beat.

Peter had changed too, he was hardly ever around the camp other than actual camp business, like training and assigning the weekly duties. He avoided you like the plague during these time, often communicated with you through Felix.

You were with the boys listening to the stories of all their scars when you heard a very loud crow.

In all your years on this island you had never heard such a bird call, something was up.

You look up at the sky and search for what was responsible for that powerful crow, it only took you a second to spot the shadow.

It was carrying a boy dressed in black and red, you couldn’t make out much more from this distance.

‘Look out!’ the boy shouted as the shadow dropped him.

The boy landed on his feet and he stood confident as he looked around the camp.

‘Anyone want to tell why the creepy dark thing dragged me out of my room?’ the boy asked.

You got a good look at him now, he was a very athletically built, and quite stylish. A red triple Mohawk, red feather earring, a necklace of teeth that came from some beast, a small jacket that was half leather and tassels a belt to match. Under his ripped black pants red tights.

He looked fucking awesome.

‘What’s your name?’ you asked as you stepped forward.

‘Rufio, and yours?’ he smiled.

Well he was certainly handsome you couldn’t help but notice.

‘(Y/N), second in command around here.’ you replied.

‘Second? Who is in charge?’ he asked.

‘You’ll meet him later, after you get through me.’ you said as you took a fighting stance.

‘Excuse me? Not to offend but I don’t fight girls.’ he said politely.

‘Fight me, you can’t do anything around here until you do. Can’t meet the boss, can’t play our games or even eat until you face me.’ you explained.

This was how you placed the boys in their sections for training.

Rufio smiled as he took his own stance before charging at you.

The fight was a swift one, you had pinned him down as soon as he was in reach.

‘You held your arms out like a starfish when you attacked, we’ll work on that later, for now we’ll occupy those hands and put you with the clubbers. You’ll train with… where is he?’ you asked distractedly looking around for Felix.

‘Anyone seen-’ 

Just then Felix ran into the camp looking around frantically, it was only when his eyes landed on the colorful boy under you did they stop jumping around.

‘Rooster?’ Felix smiled.

You stood up and pull Rufio up, his eyes brighten as he looked back at Felix.

‘Oy Fruit Cake.’ he smiled.

The two boys stood there smiling brightly before finally running into each other’s arms.

You watch the two embrace each other for a moment before rolling your eyes in mild annoyance.

Of course he’s on Felix’s team as they say in your world, taken or gay, and this guy was both apparently. Oh well, no point in being bitter.

‘So I take it you know this boy…Fruit Cake.’ you teased.

Felix rolled his eyes as he pulled away from Rufio.

‘Shut it, this is my brother and he is the only who calls me that and lives.’ Felix said.

‘Brother?’ you asked.

‘Not by blood clearly, grew up together in the Emerald City.’ Rufio explained.

‘Emerald City? As in Oz, Felix you’re from Oz? Why didn’t you tell me?’ you accused hitting your best friend.

‘You never asked.’ he shrugged.

‘Still so quiet I see.’ Rufio smiled.

‘You’re still outrageously loud, I heard you miles from here, you damn rooster crowing all over the place.’ Felix  retorted.

Rufio laughed before looking around once more.

‘Not that I’m complaining but where am I exactly? It was past midnight last I checked.’

‘In Oz it was, but here the day has barely begun. This is Neverland, and these are your new brothers the Lost Boys.’ you explained, gesturing to the whole camp.

‘Boys?’ he questioned, looking you up and down.

‘Oh I’m in fact a girl, a Lost Girl, the one and only. I basically turned these chumps into a well oiled killing machine.’ you introduced yourself.

‘Are you the only girl on this island?’

You scoffed with pure aggravation.

‘I wish.’ you said pointing down a path, at the end of it there was an annoyingly cute cottage.

‘Wendy, such a damn daffodil she cant even have a regular tent, the wimp would scream anytime a bug got near her. Not a Lost Girl at all, doesn’t train, doesn’t hunt, just eats our food and sings annoying useless songs while brushing her stupid hair.’ you griped.

‘She hates Wendy.’ Felix said simply.

‘I get it, I don’t like her and I haven’t met her yet. Why is she here then?’ Rufio asked.

‘I have a pretty good idea.’ mumbled as Peter walked into the camp.

It was true, while Peter admitted he was dumb to think I’d be friends with Wendy, he still needed to keep her here. You understood that, he using her to keep John and Micheal on his hook, but as of late he was being very friendly to the useless girl.

‘Meet your leader Peter Pan, I have other places to be right now.’ you said before walking away.

‘(Y/N).’ Peter said, stopping you in your tracks.

‘Speaking to me directly, what’s the occasion?’ you snarked. 

Peter sighed.

‘The shadow brought a new boy I hear.’ he said.

‘Yeah, he is right here waiting for you to give him his tour and all that crap. Why do I need to be here…Pan?’ you spat.

‘I need you.’ he answered.

‘For what? Need me to collect dreamshade, collect wood for the fire, sharpen tools? Anything involves not being here right now?’

‘Dammit, Felix show him around.’ Peter ordered before he grabbing your arm and transporting you to some random clearing.

‘What the HELL?!’ you shouted, snatching your arm away from him.

‘I need you.’ Peter repeated.

‘For what, is little miss Wendy too busy singing songs about rainbows to satisfy you? If that’s the case then you better just wait it out with your dick in your hand, because you won’t get a damn thing from me.’ you glared.

‘The hourglass.’ Peter stated.

‘What about it?’

‘It’s running out, we messed with the curse now the sand is falling faster. It should last a thousand years, but now only eight hundred remain.’ he said seriously.

You looked in his eyes and saw the panic in them.

‘What do you need?’ you asked. 

‘Same as before, true loves kiss.’ he confessed, not looking you in the eye.

You face went red with rage, you stomped up to him and slapped him with all your might.

You’d punch him more times than you can count during training and sparring, but you’ve never slapped him.

‘It’s NOT true love!’ you shouted.

‘Your love wasn’t real! My feelings for you were just another pawn in your long game! I thought it was real, you made me think it was all real! You told me that the love had to be on both ends and you LIED!’ you shouted as your eyes watered.

‘You only needed an idiot girl to fall for you, then you made me that idiot! Maybe I could forgive that one day, but you used me. It was the first time I had ever trusted anyone and you-’ you choked on your own words.

‘(Y/N) I never meant to-’ Peter tried to say, but you cut him off. 

‘You never meant to what?’ you interrupted. 

‘Never meant to hurt me? How did you think I would feel when you told me you were through with me? When you tried to throw me off the island? When you started parading around the island with Wendy? When you broke my heart?’ you sobbed.

You had cried every night with these thoughts in your head, but now you had said it all out loud and it felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders.

‘You want your kiss? You want me to be your sand bag and fill your stupid hourglass for you, since that’s all I ever was to you. Fine, take all the damn sand I have, but one day the bag will be empty, and you’ll need a new fool.’ you said before you slammed Pan against tree and kissed him.

You kissed him with all of the emotion you had for him, the anger, the sadness and every bit of heart break.

Only this time there was no great wind, it didn’t work.

You pulled away and looked at Peter with wet eyes,

‘The bag is finally empty.’ you smiled before walking away.

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as requested… hope you like it!! xx.


i twist my body to see c/n with a smirk on his face.
he winks.
“…” i squint at him, knowing exactly what he wants.
he leans in to whisper in my ear, “i was thinking, maybe we could get another drink then, i dunno, head upstairs or…”
i bite my lower lip casually and slide closer to him.
“come on y/n, pleeeease?”
“maybe if you beg a little more.” i joke, grabbing his hand to lead him to the kitchen.
“y/n!!!” he laughs, drawing out my name.
“c/n!!!!” i mock, giggling and pouring more lemonade and vodka in my cup.
“what will it be for you, mr. c/l/n?” i wink.
he smirks, “i’ll have a(n) y/n, please.”
“ahh, cheeky aren’t you.”
he shrugs.
“being the incredible mixologist i am, i’ll have to grant your request.” i state, taking his hand in mine again.

we run up the stairs littered with solo cups and bits of everything to get to a room.
“fuck, it’s locked.” i say, turning around.
c/n goes to the next room.
“locked.” he says, pouting. i kiss his adorable little sad face before moving on to the next room. he grabs my bum as i walk past.
“hey.” i laugh, “you know the rules.”
“yeah, yeah.” he smiles, following me.
“ugh! locked! again!” i say, annoyed.
“hey…” c/n picks me up and opens a door.
“you found one!” i giggle, the alcohol slightly controlling me.
he cocks his head to the side in a sort of questionable way.
“we’ll try something new tonight.” he responds, shutting the door and locking it.
“are we in a fucking closet?” i whisper, my lips grazing over his neck.
“yes we are, y/n. and you’re about to have the best closet sex of your life.” he removes my shirt, our lips attaching. pushing my back against the wall, his lips travel to my jaw, behind my ear, and down my neck. instinctively, my fingers weave into his locks.
“jump.” he hums against my neck. i hop up for him to catch my bum, his face between my boobs. i pull his shirt off as he keeps me steady with his arms above his head.
“damn boy, that takes skill.” i laugh, pulling him in closer.
“i’m a skillful lad.” he winks.

my leggings are slid down my legs, then dropped to the ground along with my underwear. i reach down to unzip his jeans and push them down with my feet.
c/n smiles whilst kissing me.
“i’m a skillful girl.” i wink.

i gasp as a finger slides up my center. he continues his motion, slowly picking up the pace. my hands crawl down his back then meet just below his belly button. they trace patterns before dropping to the hem of his underwear, pushing them down. i take him in my hands and pull slightly.
“mmm…” he moans against my skin.
“c/n i want you.”
“as you wish.” he says, and aligns himself before thrusting in.
“ho-ly shit, babe.” i whisper through clenched teeth.
“you don’t… have… to be… quiet.” he says between thrusts, “its… really loud… out there.”
i nod, but continue my silence.
his pace quickens, pounding me against the wall harder.
“yes… y/n. you feel… so… fucking… good.”
my nails scrape his back as his thrusts start to get sloppy. the knot in my abdomen keeps growing with each circle he draws on my clit. my thighs begin to shake.
“still good?” he asks, lips attaching to mine once again.
“mm…” i moan, eyes shut in bliss.
“i’m… almost there… baby.”
my heart rate speeds up as he lets out a groan, climaxing.
“fuck, y/n, i love you.” he says, our sweaty bodies continuing to press together.
my mouth opens slightly as i squeeze his biceps, beginning my finish.
“i love you too.”
he continues to thrust, finishing his orgasm as i ride mine out. he pulls out and our lips collide passionately. still pressed against the wall, he sets me down. his hands cup my face, our lips moving in sync. i push him back slightly, then down so he’s sitting on the floor. i climb on top of his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, my boobs pressing against his chest.

we pull apart to breathe just as the door handle jiggles, producing a giggle from both of us.
“i suppose everyone’s eager.” i wink with a smile.
“i suppose you’re right.”

Jason Todd/Red Hood X BestFriend!Reader- Freaky Friday

Here’s the first fic for the Jason Todd Birthday Week!!  I’m super excited to participate in this!!

Warning: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

There were many things you would do for your best friend, most of them were illegal, but that’s not the point.  Your friendship with Jason was… different to put it in simple terms.  It was similar to Roy’s, but it also had its differences.  You had been with him through thick and thin, but after the mission he asked you to help him with you were starting to regret your decision.

“How in the hell did this happen?” you screamed, waving around your, actually Jason’s, arms in his, your, face.  “Jason, you’re my best friend, but this is just too much.”

“I know and I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess,” Jason sighed, blowing hair out of his face.  “I didn’t expect the guy to go all Freaky Friday on us.”

“Yeah, but he did!” you shouted, gesturing to yourself.  “Seriously, I’m always happy to help you out, but switching bodies is not something I’m comfortable with.”

“I’m not comfortable with it either!” he groaned, dragging his hands down his face.  “We need help.”

“Who is going to help us?” you asked, pointing to the two of you.  “Last time I checked, we’re wanted criminals and we don’t have any magical or telepathic acquaintances that are a phone call away.”

“Well, we’re either calling Bruce or your old buddy Constantine,” Jason shrugged, digging your phone out of your pocket, “and look, I have your phone.”

“You know John and I are not on good terms,” you reminded him, grimacing when you thought about the last time you saw him.  “I ditched him to save your dumb ass.”

Your apprenticeship was put on hold when you told John that you had to save your friend, and he told you to call when you were ready to talk.  You obviously didn’t want to talk right now, especially when you’re in Jason’s body.  Man, that sounded weirder than you thought it would.

“I’ll just tell him that we need his help,” he rolled his eyes, searching through your contacts.  “Seriously?  You made his contact name ‘Gandalf’?”

“Just call the damn number and stop criticizing my humor,” you grumbled, collapsing on the couch.  “He’s going to be so pissed.”

Jason ignored you and clicked onto John’s contact, giving you the phone.  You groaned and snatched the phone from him, shoving it against your ear.  Waiting for him to pick up, you quickly flipped Jason off before standing up and walking out of the room.  Entering the kitchen, you sighed, guessing that John was avoiding your call.

“Look who decided to call,” John said after answering the phone.

“Look, Jason and I had a little trouble and we switched bodies,” you stated, running your hand through the short raven hair you currently had.  “You’re the only person that I trust to fix this.  I know I was an asshole to ditch you like that, but I saved Jason that day and I don’t regret it.”

“You switched bodies with Jason?” he asked, chuckling.  “I was wonderin’ why your voice sounded like that.  I’ll help ya, but we need to have a little chat after I fix this.”

“Fine, how soon can you get here,” you questioned him, turning around to see him standing in front of you.  “Show off.”

John smirked, ending the phone call and shoving his phone into the pocket of his trenchcoat, “How’s life been?”

“Frustrating,” you replied, folding your arms.  “Jason’s in the living room.”

“Well, let’s see the damage,” he laughed, following you out of the kitchen.  “Lucky for you, I can reverse this quickly.”

“I’m glad,” you muttered, “I don’t want to be stuck in Jason’s body any longer.”

“I heard that,” Jason scowled, folding his arms as you and John approached him.

John rubbed his hands together, smiling, “You might want to sit down for this.”

Nodding, you sat down on the couch and closed your eyes, “Close your eyes, Jason, I don’t want either of us to wake up blind.”

You heard him grunt, and soon you felt the world shift.  Opening your eyes, you lifted your hands up, sighing in relief when you saw that they were yours.  Looking over to Jason, you saw that his eyes were still clamped shut.  You slapped his forehead, chuckling when he jumped up.

“It’s safe to open your eyes, dumbass,” you laughed, standing up and stretching.  “Man, it’s good to be me again.”

“Good for you,” Jason grumbled, rubbing his forehead.

“Now that you’re all fixed up, let’s have a chat in the kitchen,” John said, raising a brow.

You nodded, “Fine, Jason stay here.  You might experience some side effects, so don’t get up.”


“Let’s go,” John said, nodding to the kitchen.

Sighing, you followed your mentor back into the kitchen.  Once you entered the room, you slid the barn door shut.

“I forgive you by the way.”

You turned around, your eyes widening, “What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said, leaning against the counter tops.  “I understand that you needed to help a friend, and I’m not mad at you for that, it’s that you left without tellin’ me anything.”

“It was very short notice obviously,” you said.  “I’m sorry I ditched you, but I couldn’t spare a second while my friend was in danger.”

“Okay, now that this is done do you want to go get a drink?” he asked, making you smile.

“Sure, but what about Jason?” you asked him, sliding open the door.  “You sure we can leave him here?”

“He’ll be knocked out for a few hours,” John replied.  “There’s this new pub a few blocks down.”

“Sounds good.  I’m guessing I’m paying.”

“Yup, you sure are.”

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The Original sister

Imagine: Being a Mikaelson sibling, Klaus daggering you long ago because you were crazy, being released after Kol and Rebekah beg to have you back, forgiving Klaus because he’s your brother and you still love him.

The warmth of unexpected sunlight made you shiver. How long had you been asleep? Your arms reached out, looking for something to hold onto as the hunger pains and cravings kicked your senses into overdrive. The carved wooden sides of your coffin made you jump, how could you be so surprised? 

 It all started in that club Niklaus and Rebekah had brought you to. New York in 1925 was crawling with attractive men, a soldier had come your way, offered to buy you a drink and you had taken him out back to feed from him. Despite nearly killing him, he was sweet and you were going to heal him when he awoke. But everything was dark after that, spending forever in darkness or in a deep sleep, not able to awaken until you’re rescued.

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Part 1: Hazelnut & Hurricanes

Sam Wilson x Reader

Part 2: Beer & Baseball

Summary: Sam finds you in a busy coffee shop and can’t keep is eyes off of you. After buying you a coffee he insists on taking you on a date. You finally agree, but will the awful weather ruin the night?

Word Count: 3394

Warning: mild profanity, fluff

A/N: It’s about damn time I got around to writing Sam Wilson. I had a flirty little dialog pop into my head the other day and instantly knew he was perfect for it, and haven’t been able to think of anything else since, so here it is!<3


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Travelin’ Soldier Part 4

Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes. In italic bold in the story is lyrics.

Characters: husband!Jensen x Reader, Jared x Reader (Twins), Gen, Shepherd, Thomas and Misha.

Words: 3874

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all even with the minor change of lyrics to fit the story. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real. I do not own any songs in this either.

Warnings: possible swearing, war, mention of death, a lot of angst as usual, FLUFF and rape DO NOT READ IF THE LAST WARNING BOTHERS YOU. IT’S NOT DETAILED BUT YOU CAN CATCH THE MEANING.

Author: Caitsy

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A/N:  I want to thank you so much for the support you have sent to Ash and I! I apologize in advance at what is in this. Guys the song Travelin’ Soldier came on shuffle…inspiration again.

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Originally posted by timetraveldean

War is an inevitable part of society because we instinctively crave destruction, pain, and suffering. People can deny it but it’s a true statement. We tend to forget that behind a gun, grenade, tank, and mask is another human being. We can call them monsters, we can them despicable creatures that deserve to die but they’re humans. We sometimes don’t know right from wrong or wrong from right and that’s fine. It makes us the people we are.

In the position she was currently in she craved the pain to know she’s still alive and fighting. She would admit that her will to fight was starting to waver with the torture they have in all kinds of ways, she was just waiting before the threats towards her family began. The actor label both her husband and brother had was enough to make the captors thirsty for money if they found out.

It was natural end expected shock when her captors opened the door to her dungeon and a small petite girl cautiously walked in. In her hands was a impressive box of medical supples, it seemed they didn’t want her to die. The girl stopped in both shock and fear seeing the amount of dead bodies littering the room. A mother and son on the other side of the room and a little girl in a shell shocked young woman.

“I’m Charlotte.” The girl said shifting uncomfortable on her feet obviously not having being around another female for a long time, “i’m going to patch you up.”

“Whatever.” The lack of tone made Charlotte fear for just a second of her life. The impression aura the girl was giving off with the dead bodies still in the room.

“What’s your name?”

“What’s it matter to you?” Y/N snapped not wanting to get close to some barbie girl living in the wrong world.

“I started out in your position. My father offended these men by giving up one of their own for money. Dad always wanted a lot of money. Instead of taking money, my father gave them me. I was thirteen at the time and then I was married to the leader.” Charlotte said cleaning the wounds on Y/N. Meticulously she made slow swipes being careful to not hurt the girl anymore than she already was.

“Well that sucks.”

“Is America as beautiful as they say it is?” Charlotte questioned focused on sewing one of the worst wounds.

“It depends on who is there to show you around. It’s a big place with scenery to take your breathe away.” Y/N smiled thinking of her country and wished in every cell of her that she could go back.

“I’ve always wanted to go.” Charlotte whispered, “Mom and I are from the States but when I was a baby we moved her. She was going to take me back and live with family.”

Y/N winced from the stab wound was touched, with careful inspection both the girls saw that the wound was infected. With a mumbled curse Charlotte tried her best to follow instructions she had been told by one of the older woman. Everyone in this ring of people were either sold to these people or paying their debts to these people.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” Y/N weakly said emotionally, mentally and physically done with everything that had happened lately. It was painful in every way imaginable, she didn’t know if she would be found but she didn’t want to give up on the promise she made with her family.

“Yeah. They’re known to make sure the weapons they use aren’t clean. There’s no point they don’t expect or desire their victims to live.” Charlotte whispered smiling gently at the physically damaged female.

“I’m not surprised.” Y/N said hitting her head back against the wall, “Why don’t you run away?”

“My husband is a bad person I know. I have something keeping me here, it’s very important to me.”

“It’s not worth it if you’re not happy here.” Y/N urgently stated finding a way to escape, “We can run away, we can to the states and you can have a new life.”

Charlotte hesitated biting her lip hard in deep thought playing with the medical supplies in the first aid kit. Y/N looked down to see that in there was a scalpel, and a pair of sharp medical scissors. She grabbed them and hid them in her boot as Charlotte carefully watched. With a small wavering smile Y/N leant back closing her eyes and ignoring the body laying next to her.

The door banged open to reveal a new member of the sadistic bastards holding her hostage. She watched as Charlotte visibly shivered as if she was scared. The man swaggered in with eyes of a predator stalking its prey. Without much force he threw Charlotte into the wall before dragging her to the middle of the room. The girl was screaming in fear.

“NO! Don’t touch her!” Y/N shouted struggling against the chain around her wrists.

“Mhm. No?” The thick accent made the words almost hard to understand him. The sick smile grew as he looked back at the shaking girl.

“W-What are you doing?! He’ll get angry if you do anything to me!” Charlotte screamed thrashing in the man’s arms.

“He gave me specific instructions sweetie.” The man stated staring at Y/N, “Watching you with the little girl have some insight. You care for young people. Almost too much, this torture will be horrible for and her but fun for me.”

Without another word he slapped the screaming Charlotte sharply while pulling the zipper of his pants down. Y/N’s grew as she realized what was going to happen with her unable to stop him, Charlotte began to sob realizing what was happening too. The panic shattered Y/N as her friend’s pants were viciously torn from the petite girls body along with the modest underwear.

“NO!” Y/N screeched, “Don’t touch her! Leave her alone!”

“Too late.” The man laughed as he continued his assault on the young female.

The room was filled with sickening wet sounds and skin meeting skin along with screams of two traumatized people and a grunting male. Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off the scene not because she was turned on but it was like a car accident. It was impossible not to keeping looking no matter how much she didn’t want to.

Soon everyone in the room heard the rustling of clothing and a zipper going up before the man chuckled again. Leaving the room he whistled ignoring the heavy breathing of two girls breaking down in the worst moment ever.

The onslaught of guilt stacked up from the entire time she had been captive while Charlotte curled into herself shaking not caring about modesty anymore. The choked sobs didn’t stop even as Y/N squeezed her eyes shut trying to go to her happy place with Jensen.

“Why didn’t you stop it.” Charlotte’s voice cracked, “YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED IT!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Y/N rocked back and forth uncontrollably sobbing wanting to die right there.


They didn’t get together fast in fact it wasn’t until she was being deployed that they met again with a smile. It was in a cafe that Jared and Jensen came to after a successful week off from filming. Sitting at a table in the back corner was a familiar girl in her army fatigues, it had only been couple months since he first saw her. Jared’s smile turned into a grin while he rushed to the table. The girl in question looked up as if in danger, she relaxed seeing who it was.

“Jared!” Y/N smiled standing up to hug him.

Jensen stopped confused about the entire quickly until he thought about the last name of her and Jared. His eyes comically grew larger as he approached.

“Y/N, how are you?” Jensen asked smiling at her. She returned with a grin of her own.

“Jensen! I haven’t seen you in awhile!” Y/N said getting up to quickly hugged him to the confusion of her twin brother.

“You two know each other?” Jared questioned.

“We met in a busy cafe when I was waiting for my flight.” Y/N explained gesturing to the table. The two man had barely sat down before Jared’s phone with off with a picture of his high school best friend.

“I have to take off. Friend is freaking out. I’ll see you guys later!”

“Wait!” Y/N exclaimed making Jared stop, “I guessing you didn’t get my voicemail?”

“What?” Jared questioned.

“Can I talk to you alone?” Y/N asked moving outside calling out she would be back in a minute, once outside she took a deep breathe, “I wasn’t sure when you would be getting back from filming and you don’t answer the phone when you’re working so I left a voicemail.”

“About what?” Jared questioned.

“I’m being deployed. I leave in two hours at the most. You’re the last to know because you didn’t answer the phone.” Y/N admitted tearing up along with her twin. They pulled each other into a hug, “Go help your best friend. He’s in a bad spot right now, his wife died.”

“I know.” Jared’s voice cracked, “I’ll see you in a few months. Hang out with Jensen. I love you twerp.”

With one last hug the twins went in opposite ways. Y/N kept smiling at people giving their gratitude for help their country until she sat down with Jensen.

“I got a question.” Y/N said biting her lip.

“Okay shoot.” Jensen said taking a sip from his coffee. He grinned watching the twinkle in the woman’s eyes.

“I bet you got a girlfriend but I don’t care, I got no one to send a letter to, would you mind if I send one back here to you?” Y/N questioned shyly. Her cheeks turning a rosy pink colour. The blush and words sent Jensen into a mess of butterflies.

“What about your family?” Jensen asked biting his lip.

“It’s hard to share stuff with people that you grew up with.” Y/N sadly smiled, “I’m being deployed and I want someone to lean on.”

“Well consider us pen pals.” Jensen grinned. He knew in that moment he was going to marry this girl.

The coffee was forgotten again in the conversation.


Jensen’s lifted the glass to his lips taking a deep gulp of the mixture in the seedy bar that reminded him of Supernatural. It was the bars that Sam and Dean would go to after a hunt and for the first Jensen couldn’t figure out if he was Dean or Jensen at that moment.

Immediately after they stopped yelling at Sgt. Michaels Jensen had fled the scene to get a drink because he was fucking done with everything. His wedding ring in hand he twirled it around remembering when he proposed and married Y/N.

He had never been in some much agony before as much as he was right now. God he was conflicted because he didn’t know if he wife was going to come even remotely fine. He heard a husky whisper of his name before he turned to the side to see Ellie again. Her eyes shown with the amount of alcohol she must have had.

“Well look what the mouse dragged in…” Ellie giggled, “I think that’s wrong.”

“Yeah it’s a cat.”

“Ooh you want my pussy?” Ellie giggled again. Jensen’s eyes went wide and he began choking on his drink.

“WHAT THE HELL?” Jensen exclaimed blushing at the blunt words, “I’m married!”

“Widowed and Boo is adorable!”

“She’s not dead. We got new she’s not dead. I’m not having sex with you.”

“Aw is it because I’m not skinny as you want?” Ellie pouted slouching in her seat.

“What?” Jensen frowned getting whiplash at her mood, “Uh…you’re pretty and it doesn’t matter what a scale reads. It only matters that you’re a nice and kind person that shouldn’t drink so much.”

“Wanna go to my place.” Ellie winked.

“Look you’re a sweet girl but I’m not the guy for you.” Jensen mumbled patting her hand that had landed a little too high before pushing her hand off.

“I-I don’t feel so good.” Ellie mumbled before leaning to the side and releaseng a shit ton of puke.

“Okay. We should get you home.” Jensen mumbled waving the bartender over, “Can you put her stuff on my tab?”

“Can’t do that. Her father owns the bar, she can have as much as she wants.” The bartender bitterly said wiping the counter down, “Her apartment is upstairs.”

Jensen nodded dragging the plastered girl up the flight of stairs into a nicely furbished loft that was art everywhere. He looked in the living room to be on the coffee table to see that there was a bong sitting there. Ellie giggled trying to kiss the man. He placed her on the couch while dodging the kiss.

“Come os stay.” Ellie slurred.

“No. You’re drunk, I’m married and I don’t like you.” Jensen swiftly replied getting her a glass of water.

“Its not like you’ll have sex with her again. The wife you knew isn’t there anymore, she’s probably been raped.” Ellie giggled, “So what’s stopping you from hitting me?”


Jared was lightly bouncing his daughter cooing up at as he told her a story while Gen was putting the boys to bed.

“Did you know you’re aunt always pushed me into roles. No matter how bad they were she always gave me this glare and would tell me that unless I wasn’t her twin I would be auditioning.  She’s a great person but an even better sister.” Jared kissed the side of her side as she giggled, “She’s the reason I met your mommy.”

“She’s also the one that told me to go for you.” Gen chuckled taking their daughter into her arms, “You’re aunt told, ‘at least one twin should get you and I’m straight as can be so Jared is the answer’ and I was laughing hard.”

Jared let a full fledged laugh out not having heard that before as Gen sent him and wink as she began to go upstairs again.

“I’ll put her to bed. I’m going to have a bath and you’ll write the letter as usual.” Gen chuckled walking up the stairs again leaving her husband to his thoughts. Jared made his way to the kitchen where a binder sat with a pen next to it.

Jared open the highest cupboard where a bottle of alcohol sat, he poured himself a healthy dose before sitting at the table again. He took a sip before opening the binder up to start his new letter. He needed the alcohol because she’s alive and he had to write a letter.

Dear Y/N,

I don’t know how many letter I’ve wrote trying to get my feelings out without hurting someone or drinking. That’s not something I could put any through. I’m nervous about this letter and I had to break out the good alcohol, the first hard stuff we tried as teens.

Today was supposed to be your funeral that had been pushed back before. Sergeant Elias Michaels showed up to inform us of something. They’ve been trailing you for the last little while and under strict order weren’t allowed to tell us. A couple months it turned into a unit, your unit, to rescue you. They’ve left to do so and while I know you’ll come back alive I don’t how you’ll be when you’re back. Jensen freaked out them out of everyone, I had to drag him outside before he assault a government soldier. That wouldn’t have went over well and even though I wanted to beat that guys face in I didn’t. Someone needs to hold everyone together but I’m falling apart instead and I don’t know if i can survive if you die. I love you and I will support you but please come back soon.

I don’t have any other words to be honest because you’ll come back read these letters and laugh at me. I can hear the teasing you would have done if you found me writing letters but you don’t deserve something as impersonal as an email. Come back safe okay?

With Gratitude,

Your twin.


It was the following morning when Charlotte, now a prisoner too, dragged herself to sit next to Y/N, her hands shackled also. They were both silent staring unfocused into the distance with the sound of betrayal in the air. She didn’t know how to approach Charlotte about the man forcing himself on her but she should.

“Do you still have those weapons?” Charlotte’s scratchy voice asked. She hadn’t made a sound other than screaming because the sheer trauma was resting heavily on her shoulders along with the bruises on her lower body already.

“Yes.” Y/N hesitating on why she was asking.

“We need to get out. In my hair is a pin, I’m guessing you know how to pick them?”


With some flexibility Y/N had the pin in her mouth as she patiently waited to clear the click, she wore in her excitement she almost swallowed the pin. Once freed she rubbed her wrists together and quickly helped Charlotte out of them. Grinning the woozy girl cracked stretching as she dug into her boot and pulled out the medical scalpel and scissors.

“Okay you have training and I know you’re close to death but I can’t fight.” Charlotte whispered watching the door carefully.

“I’ll try. You run as fast as you can and get help.” Y/N mumbled nodding her thanks before getting the plan in motion.

Stumbling to the door she wrenched it open to see an empty hall, making use of her she hid the shadows as she moved. She had been about to open the door when the click of guns sounded. She gulped throwing the scalpel behind her hearing the scream before turning.

A man with knife managed to grasp her and stick the knife to her neck intending to split her from ear to ear. She gasped.

“Now now. Boys drop the toys. She’s got heart, I like her. Maybe in a couple months she can be one of us.” The voice said shocking Y/N as if someone had dumped freezing water on her head.


Jensen woke up in a sweat hearing your pleading voice in his head as he panicked before calming down. He was alone and you weren’t dying in front of him. He had taken a nap on the couch because he was exhausted and he would admit a little hungover. He didn’t even notice that Misha was cleaning the mess around the house.

“Hey Jensen.” Misha’s deep voice said as he placed another energy drink can in the garbage bag, “Jared couldn’t come over so he mentioned me coming to visit you. I decided I should clean a little.”

“Uh…thanks.” Jensen mumbled stretching, “Was I screaming?”

“No. You jerked a few times but I thought it would be best if you slept longer.”

“I don’t want to sleep. Wake me up next time, I’m taking a shower.” Jensen exclaimed storming out of the room to the bathroom where he had last had you in there.


You were practically cackling as your husband playfully bit your shoulder as you tried to finishing wash up in the shower. He wasn’t having that and inside was trying to seduce you into shower sex again. You couldn’t stop giggling but you were absolutely having trouble not giving in.

“J!” You laughed, “Stop! We have dinner with your parents!”

“They can wait half an hour longer. I want to have my way with my wife.” Jensen huskily said into your ear. His hand barely caressing your skin just below your belly button, “I can get you screaming in a minute, I know you’re body almost better than you. Come on honey, release some tension.”

“Mhm. Well if you want this I guess I could do something for you.” You moaned before swiftly turning and dropping to your knees with a wink, “Let’s see if you last longer. I know your body almost as well as you say you know mine.”

Jensen’s eyes went wide with a gasp as your lips wrapped around him with delicate movements that were hot as hell for him. He clenched his jaw and threw his head back as pure bliss flooded his body. He sucked in a large amount of air when you did a new thing with your hands and mouth; something he never felt in his life to be honest.

“Holy fuck!” He yelled as the pleasure intensified. You hummed in appreciation of his praise causing a whimper from him.

Jensen’s parents were finishing placing the food as the table when their son and daughter-in-law wandered into the home. Half heartedly apologizing for you lateness you quickly helped pour ice tea into the glasses sitting upside down.

“Have fun?”  Alan chuckled placing the ham on the table. He knew exactly why they were later than usual to dinner. Especially with the love bites on both of your necks that you probably were unaware of.

“Yeah.” Jensen winked at you. You turned a strawberry colour as a giggle released from your lips, “It was great watching that mov-“

“I remember when your mom and I would use your nap times as our-“

“DAD!” Jensen exclaimed blushing at the implication. You couldn’t help but laugh when Donna sent a scathing look to her husband, “Come on! I don’t want to hear about you and Mom! Dear god it’s almost as if I walked in on you.

“What? We’re all adults here.” Alan chuckled, “We’re aren’t monks J. You wouldn’t believe they amount of times you kids nearly walked in on us.”

“I know.” He shuddered, “Let’s not talk about that stuff, I’m hungry and I don’t want to be scarred for life.”

“Wait until your child is sitting with you along with their spouse. Mark my words this conversation will happen again with you children.” Alan winked before sitting down with his family. The ham was cut with a trained precision over the years among the laughter around the table as stories were told.


He rubbed a towel over his hair as he yanked on a clean pair of boxers and some grey sweats. He wasn’t leaving the house so he left the shirt off instead as he walked down to the now clean house. Misha was in the kitchen with food waiting on the counter.

“Made some food. Eat, and we’ll watch a movie.” Misha demanded pointing to the chair. Jensen didn’t bother arguing as he dug into the food.

“I should hire you as my cook.” Jensen mumbled.

“I’m good.” Misha laughed.

“Hey Misha? Thank you.” Jensen smiled at one of his closest friends. His friend pulled him into a hug swiftly and the tears fell again.

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We Are Americans!


“I would like to clear a few things in relation to my Island of Puerto Rico!! There is a huge misconception that Puerto Rico is being maintained by the USA!

1) USA sends Puerto Rico $4.6 billion a year. For welfare, Pell Grant, roads, etc. This supports 42% of the population. This amount is not enough to support this population.

2) They send $13 billion a year for social security, but this is not unilateral! This is money that is retained from our paychecks!! Yet the USA reports this as help and money they send.

3) Puerto Rico buys from the US $22.6 Billion a year in goods; Making PR a huge customer for the USA, one of its top markets in the world. A captive market.

4) The Jones Act is 100 years old! We do not have the freedom to choose who ships to Puerto Rico! We have to ship EVERYTHING in US Flag ships, which happen to be the most expensive in the world! This act was implanted with logic, to patrol the seas! But today it’s just an abuse and Puerto Ricans suffer by it adding huge costs to our products. We spend $1.5 billion a year on this added cost. We are 90% of the business of US ships!!! 80% OF OUR foood is imported, making it twice as expensive as in the US.

5) Out of the business done in Puerto Rico, 70 cents of every dollar ($34 billion a year) leave the island to the bank accounts of US businesses. Mainland chains have wiped out local businesses (pharmacies,hardware, department stores, etc). No other territory in the world permits that much money to leave, leaving behind the scraps for its own sustenance.

6) Summarizing: USA to PR $4.7 Billion and PR to USA $72 Billion. 🤔 You do the math.

7) So, when Puerto Rico gets hit by a Hurricane and needs help, USA should send the help. They cannot act as they are doing us a favor, but in reality, it is in their best interest. If you have a gold mine that produces $72 billion dollars a year and it gets hit by a hurricane, you need to get that gold mine up and running again!!

😎 So when Donald Trump states that we "are throwing his budget out of whack!!” It should be because this year that 72 billion will be short! He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

As for our $72 Billion-dollar debt:

1) This debt starts with the removal of Section 936 of the US tax code that granted tax exemptions to US Companies to keep these companies from leaving USA to a foreign land and keeping them in US Territory!!

2) Puerto Rico flourished for 25 years, and then the law was taken away way before it expired!! Someone said, “It’s Corporate Welfare” and boom, in 10 years the pride of our economy, the pharmaceutical, biochemical and electronic industries collapsed.

3) Unemployment rose; professional jobs were substituted by menial service jobs in US stores. Professional class migration soared. Puerto Rico started borrowing to balance its budget.

4) Puerto Rico has borrowed something near 72 billion!! But interest and foul play by Brokers in the US have raised the debt to a unpayable figure.

5) Brokers selling stocks to subsidiaries ( something illegal in the USA) but since it’s Puerto Rico, it is allowed!!!

6) Vulture funds now bought the debt at pennies to the dollar and now they want the dollar!!! They are Not even willing to negotiate even though they would make huge profits if they cut the debt in half!!

7) They want to cut funds for our kids education, utilities and food!!

😎 Donald Trump should not be the person telling Puerto Rico to pay our debt!! Have him pay the $32 million he took from Puerto Rico taxpayers to build a golf course, bankrupt it and leave the taxpayers paying the $32 million!!!

9) Puerto Rican politicians are also to blame! The island was preyed upon by a corrupt system that created more millionaires than we’d ever seen before.political cronies were brazenly rewarded with millionaire contracts, without compliance requirements or enforcement.

Puerto Ricans are US Citizens!! That have contributed to the USA for close to 100 years. Citizenship came with the price tag of obligatory military service in 1917, right on time for World War I.

1) They have served in every war for the USA since then. Proportionally, more Puerto Ricans died in Vietnam than any other state of the union. And for what?

2) The 65th Infantry is the all Puerto Rican regiment that was recently honored by Congress for its valor and loyalty.

3) The 65th were the first to fire against Japan in World war II. Why? Because they where always the first ones to be sent in. The Torres’s, the Rodriguez’s, Morales, etc. first guys in, clearing the path for the Smith’s, Johnson’s and Captain America. We call them “carne de cañón,” cannon fodder.

4) USA will not grant Puerto Rico statehood!!! We fall under the territorial clause that makes us “belonging to but not a part of.” A piece of property with unwanted people in it.Too many business interests would lose money if we were a state! Puerto Rico would have a huge voice in congress and Presidential vote! Not everybody wants that. They prefer that we remain an exploited colony, against international law.

Puerto Rico contributes greatly to the USA every day, both economically and from a human point of view. we have astronauts, engineers, scientists, researchers, musicians, artists, and many other professionals that all contribute to the common good of the USA.


Holding on to a good thing

Title: Holding on to a good thing

Pairing: Clint Barton x female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k (how did this happen?)

Warnings: angst, h/c, sweet end

Request: Hello! Hope you’re well! If you have time, can I request a reader x Clint Barton where they both get drunk and Clint admits he likes her / they sleep together.? But then the reader sneaks away because she also likes him but thinks it was because he was drunk and she is just a one-night stand to him. Maybe he tracks her down after? Thanks so much Love x

Request: Hiya! Can you do a Reader x Clint where they get into an argument and he throws up his arms/steps forward or something and Reader flinches as if she though he would hit her and it breaks his heart? Thank you

(A/n: Not my gif - Sorry it’s just one story for two requests, but I thought they went so well together)

Originally posted by arlothia

You woke up with a solid chest against your back and an arm draped over your middle, the soft breathing into your neck almost lulled you back to sleep. This was the safest you felt in years. You knew the arms and even without seeing it you recognized the chest. So your eyes closed once more relaxing into the warmth from behind you.

Your peace and quiet was ruined as soon as you felt sleep come back over you, the sleep brought memories and flashes of last night. In a split second you felt trapped instead of safe and your eyes shot open once more, now fully awake. You felt naked and vulnerable, how could you let that happen?

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