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“Yes hagakure san, those clothes look amazing on you, and not just because youre invisible.”

⊳Calling A Familiar Spell⊲

Originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty

    Familiars are one of the witches greatest companions. If youre knowledgeable about familiars you might want one yourself. There comes the problem of finding one. Sometimes you may already have a pet or spirit in mind, but others you may be totally lost. I do not recommend under any circumstance buying a pet just for the sake of them being your familiar. You cannot tell at first glance whether you two will be a good pair and its not fair to the animal if you end up giving it away because it isn’t able to be your familiar. The best option is for you to do some magic so you and a potential familiar can meet and bond.

    Now, onto the spell, but before you do this make sure you genuinely want a familiar and think they would be a big part of your craft. Here is what you’ll need;

◆ A jar(or container of some sort)
◆ A piece of paper and something to write with
◆ A tag lock from you(a piece of hair, a nail clipping, spit, etc)
◆ Dandelion fluff or bay leaf
◆Rosebud(if you don’t have this, you can substitute it with pink sea salt or rose petals)
◆Basil
◆Catnip or cinnamon

    First take your paper and writing utensil. Write down the ideal traits of your familiar(you can add a sigil on it if you’d like). Now fold it up however you want and put it to the side, you’ll come back to it later.
    Next take your jar and put in half your ingredients, then add your tag lock. Now you can add the other half of the ingredients.
    Now you can put your paper in the jar. After that, screw on the lid and place you hands on the sides. Envision you and your future familiar working together and being friends, put all your intent and hope into the jar. Now shake it up, letting the energy buzz around in the jar. Stop when it feels right. Leave it somewhere you go often(like beside your bed or next to your altar). Whenever you feel super witchy and passionate about getting a familiar you can shake it again. Now a familiar will find you, or you will find them. Good luck!

- Mod Faye

ao3 klance fic recs

After making my way through most of the klance tag on ao3 I thought I’d share the ones that have stuck the most with me so far. honestly this fandom is a blessing, these authors are a blessing, these dumb space gays are a blessing. so in no particular order, please, have some klance;


Cheeky by rideahorse / a short and sweet oneshot that involves both kissing and incessant bickering, and honestly with this pair, what more could you ask for. rated T.

official summary: Keith pinches his eyes shut, slamming the book down again and swiveling to face Lance. “Oh my god,” he groans, standing up and crossing the two feet between them before Lance can get out a word. He grabs Lance’s face between his hands (perhaps a bit rougher than needed, but hey, he’s always wanted to slap Lance’s stupid face) and the last thing he sees is an expression of pure surprise before he leans down and presses his lips against Lance’s.It’s a peck, and it lasts a second, and then it’s over. Keith leans back, releasing Lance’s face, and hisses, “There.”

if it takes two by velvetcrowbars / Lance has a confession to make and Keith is a knight in shining armor (sorta). a well written oneshot that Lance is absolutely not going to remember in the morning. rated T.

official summary: After the Sendak attack, Keith and Lance deal with unresolved things. Whatever those might be.“Keith?”“What?” He finally says, safely slipping the piece over Lance’s head with minimal knocking against his temple. He sets the discarded parts on the floor next to the bed.“I have a confession.”

never been kissed by kairiolette / I got a pretty good laugh out of this one, Keith and Lance have a Quality Bonding Moment™ at a local alien burger joint and things may or may not get a little out of hand. not that either of them are really complaining. rated G.

official summary: “You give off the obnoxious popular vibe. The mullet, and the rap sheet, and—the fingerless gloves,” Lance replies, and barrels on before Keith can take it the wrong way. “I’m so handsome, my name’s Keith and I’m a pilot.”“That sounds more like a compliment than an insult,” Keith says slowly, a disdainful quirk to his eyebrows that only spurs Lance on. He tilts his head a bit, his bangs shadowing his face, like he’s assessing a particularly impossible physics problem. “And I don’t like that voice you’re using.”

A Fish And A Bird by Methoxyethane / I loved this fic, adored it to be totally honest. the writing is excellent and the plot is funny while also being meaningful. could alternatively be titled “Keith and Lance take miscommunication to a whole new level and then some”. rated T.

official summary: Lance has a boyfriend. Lance does not realize he has a boyfriend. Keith, understandably, does not react well.

head to head, neck and neck, side by side by kushling / lance actually wins a spar with keith and he is so incredibly baffled that he 100% misses the 5000 implications of keith’s super massive gay crush on him. also, avatar references. definitely worth the read. rated T.

official summary: Lance and Keith both like sparring, Avatar, and each other. They have a hard time admitting it. Pidge makes fun of them. Space swords!!!

Stranded by cyborgtoaster / keith and lance end up being both very cold and very gay, in that order. denial is rampant and i definitely snickered once or twice during this one. rated T.

official summary: On a mission gone wrong, Keith and Lance end up stranded on a barren planet during an unexpected ice storm. Left to their own devices, they have to find a way to keep warm for the night. For once, maybe they can get along and only increase their unresolved feels.

moments of silence by attemptsonwords / really well written and great character capturing. lace is super bi and keith is really really frickin gay, together they both start to put the pieces of their relationship together. rated T.

official summary: Quiet moments between two boys who spend most of their time yelling at the other.

Drive! by wolfgun / set in an earth-centric au, keith has obviously never attended a child safety course in his entire life since he thinks jumping into a strangers car and screaming “Drive!” is an acceptable escape plan. it’s like a sleepover au but better. rated T.

official summary: “C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Don’t you know how to drive? With a car like this, you can’t tell me you just love to mosey on down the road like a goddamn geezer,” he taunted. “What is this? Just a bit of daddy’s money and mommy’s rules?”“I’ll show you geezer, mullet-head!"Au Prompt: You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man (except it’s not cops because Lance’s mom would kill him for bringing home a wanted teen)

I’ve got 99 problems and you’re every single one by kitwitt / lace is so deep in denial it’s almost physically painful to witness, keith is so amazingly gay that’s almost physically painful, too. for an explicitly rated fic a majority of the (currently 4/5) chapters are more fluff then smut. well written and witty, keith is a snarky little shit and it’s great. rated explicit.

official summary: “Obviously I’m not gay.” Lance floundered, voice breaking to a higher pitch.
Shiro tilted his head slightly. “But you have a crush on Keith.”

In which Lance fails to mask his attraction to a certain pilot under the ruse of rivalry, and everyone knows but Keith.

Miscommunication and failures by Lance by mikuridaigo / oh man i got a pretty good laugh out of this. collage-student au where Lance fucks up big time and ends up with a seriously pissed off Keith on his ass. literally. rated M.

(it’s Explicit companion piece Disastrophe (I like it rough) is also absolutely worth the read if you’re looking for that kind of thing.)

official summary: When Hunk called the Sunday before the spring quarter began, asking if he wanted to grab brunch with him, Lance said yes; and when Hunk called again, saying that his friend was joining at the last second, Lance didn’t think anything of it.Until said friend was the best sex he’s ever had.Basically Lance is a screw up and fixing this mess was probably going to kill him.


I could absolutely keep going and going and going (and going) because there are so many great klance fics floating around out there. I definitely encourage you to root around in the tag for yourself if you haven’t already. huge shout out to all the voltron fanfiction writers out there, every single one of you are in my heart. every. single. one. 

thats all for now kids, tune in next time for more Quality Space Gay™ fanfiction recommendations !

little-miss-mash  asked:

ok but so imagine how computers get hot you get to cuddle with an monic space heater, and honestly it would be pretty uncomfortable what with all the metal and pipes and hard edges but. Imagine monic sweaters that were thick and squishy specifically for snuggly time. ok that's all, I love your art!

BONUS:

So well I think if you are in a relationship with a metal based entity you would have to be somewhat into the metal surface, but a good onmic significant other would probably also be very aware of his sharp edges around his squishy gf.

For some reason the couple from the Alive short are becoming the most adorkable and pure pair in my history of ships. >_> help.

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m’gann m’orzz appreciation week: day 5 → favourite relationship

M’gann looks at Maggie. It’s the first time Maggie’s really had the chance to observe her so close outside the dim light of the bar, and she looks so terribly weary. “I’ve been fighting for more than three hundred years,” M’gann says. “Maybe…” She sighs, looking down at her lap again. “Maybe it’s about time I stopped.”

“M’gann…”

In a voice so quiet Maggie can barely hear her, she says, “I keep surviving and I don’t know why.”

Maggie sighs. She doesn’t get it, not really. She hadn’t run thousands of miles across the stars; she hadn’t watched millions of bodies burning. But she had endured her parents’ rejection, their betrayal. She had endured eighteen years in a town that despised everything that she was, and she had eventually got out; cracked but not broken, and strong, strong, strong enough to persevere even when the rest of the world wasn’t as perfect as she had envisioned it to be. Maggie had survived where not everyone in her same situation had. It hadn’t always been pretty, she hadn’t always been kind, but, somehow, she’s here still. And, despite everything, M’gann is too.

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The problems with being in rare pair hell

  • Being so obsessed with a ship but there’s barely any content so you either have to suffer in silence or make content yourself
  • 99.9% of the people in the fandom don’t ship it or don’t even know what you’re talking about
  • “HELP I NEED FANFICTION-”
  • “These two were made for each other why does nobody ship them”
  • Looking for fanfiction of it on FanFiction.Net and only finding somewhere between 1-6 stories.
  • Virtually no fan art
Wolf Versus Crow

Originally posted by davosseaworths

Request: anon asked “Jon x Reader x Robb love triangle? They’re both super fluffy around her when they’re alone with her but get all kinda passive aggressive when all they’re all together.”

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1550

Notes: I!!  LOVED!!  WRITING!!  THIS!!  HOLY COWABUNGA!!!!!  also i know jon isn’t at the nights watch yet so he’s not a crow but hey its a cool title

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waiting here for catastrophe

aka that buzz.feed unsolved serial killer!shane fic i only mentioned writing to like two people, no one is here for this but i’m posting it anyway
pairing: lowkey shane/ryan
rating: probably T? maybe M? there’s a severed head involved but no graphic descriptions of violence
content: mentions of murder, like i said there’s an instance of a severed head, this gets a lot more comedic than you’d expect, shane eats cocoa puffs 
on ao3
excerpt:

Ryan.” Shane breaks off and sits down again, slides his chair closer to Ryan’s, stares him down. “God, fuck, look at me, okay, I did this. I did this, this is my case, this is mine, everything you’re talking about—”

Ryan can’t help it: he laughs. It comes out a little anxiously, but it’s a laugh all the same, because Shane can’t really expect him to buy into this, right?

And Shane looks—well, murderous is either the wrong word or the right one. “I’m not kidding.”

“You really want me to believe—”

“You entertain all possible theories, right?” Shane says, exasperated and angry, and Ryan notices it’s the first time he’s ever said that seriously. “That’s what this stupid show is—that’s what you do. So entertain this one.”

All at once, it stops being funny. Something the size of a golf ball seems to lodge itself high in Ryan’s throat. He realizes it’s alarm, fear, a caged bird thrashing against the bars inside himself. He’s waiting for Shane to break, to burst into laughter, to say it’s all a stupid joke, but it doesn’t happen.

“What the fuck,” he croaks out.

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[Miraculous Ladybug]: A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of

idk man, i haven’t written the lovesquare in a while, and for some reason i wanted come crack-ish MiracuClass antics, so sue me

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of

Summary: Sometimes, when you’re friends are so obviously in love and they’re taking forever to get with the program, it’s time to take matters into your own hands. 

In which Alya takes matchmaking to a whole new level, Nino tries to be the voice of reason, the entire class is incapable of keeping a secret, and Marinette and Adrien just try to have a decent picnic


A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of


“A class picnic?”

Alya nodded as she scribbled a time and a location on the back of Marinette’s hand. “Yup. I figured it’d be fun. School year’s ending, the weather is beautiful, and exams are just about wrapped up. Thought it’d be a cool casual thing.”

“You didn’t tell me you were planning this,” Marinette said. “I could’ve helped you!”

“Oh, don’t even worried about it, girlie,” Alya assured. “You’ve been so busy with class rep stuff lately I just went and asked Nino for help. Worked out just fine, too. He’s been helping me handle music and food.”

Marinette smiled. “This is so sweet! I can’t believe you did all this for everyone. Is everyone else coming?”

“Oh yeah,” Alya insisted. “Everyone in class. Even Adrien.”

Alya expected some blushing and stammering, but Marinette merely blinked at her. “Adrien’s going to be there?”

“Of course! He was super excited when he found out you were coming.”

Marinette lifted both of her brows in surprise. “He was?”

Alya patted Marinette on the shoulder. “I would never lie to you. So yeah, you should definitely come. After school today, don’t forget.”

“Ok cool!” Marinette nodded. “Do you wanna walk over together with Nino and — ”

NO!” Alya shouted, hands darting out to grab Marinette’s shoulders. Marinette jumped in shock and leaned away from Alya’s frantic looking expression. Alya bit her lip and sighed out through her nose. “I-I mean….nah, i-it’s fine. I have to help Nino with….something after school anyway. Uh….I’ll meet you there a little afterwards.”

“Um…okay,” Marinette said. “You sure you and Nino don’t need any — ”

“Nope! No help!” Alya insisted, spinning Marinette around and marching her over to the locker room. “You just get your books together and meet us at the park. It’ll be a blast.”

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How romantic!

Tips for Beginners

When typing this title, my phone autocorrected it to “Tips for Whiners” which is hilarious given the circumstances surrounding this post. However, my conscience got the best of me and I decided to title it differently even though there was peer pressure for the original title. However, not all beginners are whiners (by far) and I figured it wasn’t fair to lump people into a group. Plus, this post is meant to be far more informative and encouraging than it is critical and teasing.

New writers are always looking for help and tools to use to get their writing “out there,” wherever that is. They want to build their audience, which means gaining followers and notes on posts. They seek out help, work on their blogs, and write a lot.

However, some new writers fall into a trap of jealousy and complaining. They become frustrated, then turn their frustration into jealousy. They whine about not getting notes and followers, they complain about blogging cliques and unfair treatment, and they adopt an attitude of “Woe is me. The blogosphere is against me.”

This post is meant to be helpful to each group by providing both useful tips and reality checks. At no point do I actually mean to be hateful. Am I sassy, though? Yes. You can stop reading this post at any time, too. You can also take what works for you and throw out the rest. Nothing here is a blanket statement. 

But let’s just get on with it. ( And it is a long one)

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Some Attention [Bruce Wayne x Reader]

Anon requested: “One shot where Batman hasn’t really been making time for batmom lately and the rest of the batfam has gotten tired of it and kinda makes him spend time with her? ″

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1019

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A sigh left your lips as you watched your husband hurry away to his man cave–as you like to call it–for the third time today. The two of you were simply relaxing, cherishing the rare moment of peace and isolation when Alfred hurried in with urgent news and of course, your husband had to take care of it.

In all honesty, you felt like you didn’t have a right to feel disappointed. You knew what you were getting into when you married Bruce Wayne. In fact, you knew what you were getting into when you discovered his secret, but you married him anyway. You expected this to happen, but you didn’t expect it to happen so often. Bruce always made time for you, but lately he had been so busy, with new business deals, galas and increasing criminal activity in Gotham City. You barely spent any time with your husband at all.

“Someone sounds depressed.” You tilted your head up to see your eldest son, Dick, jogging towards your cheerfully. You gasped and ran up to him, engulfing him in a tight hug. You hadn’t seen him lately, not with his job in Bludhaven.

“Dick?” you exclaimed, placing your hands on his shoulders while staring at him. He wasn’t as tall as Jason, but you still needed to tilt your head up. “My gosh, you’re really here. When did you arrive?”

“A while ago,” he admitted with a scratch at the back of his neck, “Alfred called me for an assignment, all hands on deck apparently.”

You swallowed and nodded, concealing your disappointment because you knew that this usually meant several cold nights alone as your husband spent every hour on the case.

“What’s wrong?” Dick questioned, noticing your sour mood.

You shook your head with a defeated breath, completely dismissing his question. “It’s nothing Dick, nothing at all.” You smiled rather sadly. “Go and help Bruce, he’s going to need it.”

You then walked away, missing the look of concern that showed up on Dick’s face.


“She’s been acting like that a lot lately.” Tim informed in a hush voice, his eyes still glued to the screen and his fingers furiously typing away.

“She seems upset that father had neglected her.” Damian stated, playing with a batarang, “with the spike in the crime rate lately, he has prioritized his work over her.”

“She’s lonely.” Dick murmured, feeling sad all the sudden. Sure you loved the company of your boys, but you also needed your husband, and you had not received the attention you deserved lately.

“Can’t we do something?” Dick questioned his younger siblings, earning a nod from Cass–who had been quietly watching the conversation unfold–and Damian, while Tim finally stopped typing and averted his eyes from the screen.

“We have tried,” Damian admitted rather reluctantly, “but failed. Father believes the city is not yet safe, and he has a need to keep watch of every single thing that occurs.”

“Have you tried locking them up in the same room?” Everyone turned their head towards the vigilante that just entered their circle–Jason.

“You really think we can lock Bruce up?” Tim asked with skepticism. Jason simply shrugged.

“Well we could use that security program we’ve been working on, you know, give it a test run.” he suggested casually, “or we could sit on the sidelines and do nothing.”

The others shared a look. It was obvious which option they were going to choose.


You should’ve known something like this would happen. You shouldn’t be shocked, this was your family that you’re talking about… yet you still couldn’t contain your shock as you found yourself locked inside a room with your agitated husband.

The others had brewed up a scheme to force Bruce into spending time with you, a scheme that involved locking you and him up in a room and not allowing anyone to exit until you two spent a relatively fair amount of time together. In all honesty, it wasn’t that bad. The room was filled with all the necessary things to entertain oneself, some food, a bed and even a bathroom and a closet with yours and Bruce’s clothes. You suspected Alfred was in on this devious plan due to how well-prepared the room was but you said nothing.

“They’ve completely lost it.” Bruce muttered to himself, crashing on the couch next to you. You smiled sympathetically and wrapped your arms around his, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

“Can’t you break out?” you inquired, “you are Batman after all.”

Bruce exhaled and shook his head. “They’re using the latest security program we created. It’s impossible to crack.”

“But you're… well, you.” you exclaimed, shocked that Bruce couldn’t hack the system. “Didn’t you create it?”

“Partially.” Bruce hummed, resting his chin against your head. “Everyone else worked on it too, so it was a collaborative effort. That way, none of us will know how to crack because we don’t know what the other person did.”

“And you didn’t think to create a weakness for yourself?” you scoffed, looking at your husband with mock disappointment.

“Haven’t gotten a chance to.”

You chuckled at that answer, knowing that he wasn’t joking. Sighing once more, the two of you fell to a peaceful silence before Bruce spoke up again.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hm?” you sat up and glanced at him in confusion.

“I’m sorry… I haven’t been spending a lot of time with you lately.” he apologized, knowing his mistake. You smiled at his apology and took his large hands into yours.

“It’s okay.” you whispered. “I understand that the safety of the city is more important. You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

A smile appeared on Bruce’s face when he heard that, and he was reminded once again why he fell in love with you, why he was still in love with you.

“Well, we have all this time and they’re not letting us out anytime soon.” Bruce said, glancing at the door with a slight glare. “What do you want to do?”

A sly grin made its way to your face. “I have a few ideas.”

In Your Crosshairs

Author: @punkof-pop
Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader
Words: 6,782
Warnings: Fluff, angst, feels (sorry, not sorry)
A/N: I wrote this for @fillthevoid-stilinski  ‘s writing challenge and it was honestly a lot of fun! It gave me way more motivation. Also, I was listening to Copacetic by Knuckle Puck (as I do every week in preparation for Shapeshifter) and the song In Your Crosshairs seemed to fit so I strongly recommend! Let me know what you guys think and if you wanna be tagged because maybe this will be a two-shot instead of a one-shot, let me know.
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Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

It’s a crisp night for California but you’re still out walking, hoodie wrapped around your arms. This is a terrible idea and you know it but there’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach that tells you to suck it up and just do it. The worst possible thing that can happen is you end up dead but everyone dies eventually, might as well take the risk.

You approach the black truck that’s parked, engine off, in an open parking lot. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the sight and idiotic parking place. You thought it was just a rumor, someone mistaking him for someone else but that’s his truck.

You tap the window and the sleeping chimera wakes up almost immediately. “I’m going, I’m going.” He grumbles without even looking to the window.

He looks to you with wide eyes as you point for him to roll the window down but he simply opens the door. “Wasn’t asking you to leave.” You sigh, still in disbelief you’re standing here.

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“Dreams Become Reality”

Request: Heeeey 😁 Would you do an imagine where you’re Buckys girlfriend and one night you have a very sexual dream of him. What you don’t know, Bucky is awake and watches you moaning and squirming while you sleep. So he decides to kiss and caress you, till you wake up and make your dream come true with him? 😉 Both povs if you Like 😊

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Warnings: Pure sin. Fluff

Word Count: 1341

A/N: thank you for the request! i hope i dont disappoint. this was so fun to write. please leave feedback and requests in my ask box! dont be afraid to ask questions! I will tag a few of my favorite blogs at the bottom!


Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

You had been on back to back missions for the past two months, sleeping in your shared bed only twice with Bucky, your boyfriend. You had been too tired each time to do anything remotely sexual with the love of your life. You couldn’t even kiss him. The moment your y/h/c locks settled on the pillow you were out for good; not walking up until late the next day or if you were called out for a mission.

No one could take your place during the missions. Each one being to gather intel. You were perfect for the job because you’re an inhuman. You have the power of invisibility. You were in and out of the bases in under an hour then shipped off to the next country. No communication was allowed. If there was, you would have already introduced Bucky to the art of sexting.

Today, you had gotten back from a mission in Siberia. You were to gather intel about what country leaders were working with Hydra. It was midnight by the time you dragged your cold tired body into the Avenger’s base in Upstate New York. Forgetting all food, you trudged up to your shared room and flopped on the bed, not caring if Bucky woke up. Of course, he flinched awake.

“Y/N, baby, I thought you weren’t supposed be back until tomorrow night.” he murmured.

You were already fast asleep. You didn’t even change out of your skin-tight suit. You just passed out. Forgoing all plans to woo your man that night.

Bucky leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before turning you over so he could be the big spoon. He wrapped his right arm around you and put his metal hand against your neck. He knew it cooled you down. You would need it if you were going to sleep in your suit.

“I love you baby. Sleep tight my love.” With those words, he closed his eyes drifting off into a dreamless slumber.


Bucky’s PoV

Something wasn’t right. Usually when Y/N/N comes back from a mission they sleep like the dead, but tonight she keeps moving. She is squirming and moaning. I don’t know what to do. Is she having a nightmare? Should I wake her?

“Mmmmm, Bucky! Right there, baby.”

I can feel my cock start to strain against the confines of my boxers. She’s having a sex dream about me. I can tell she’s close. Her skin is flushed that beautiful rose color and her moans are higher. The higher they become, the more beautiful they sound. She is the living version of Heaven.

I love watching her like this. She is the love of my life and I decide to help her out. I slowly undo the zipper of her cat suit. The cold metal leave goosebumps in their wake. I sneak my flesh hand up the valley of her breasts, if she were on her back I would have buried my face in between the full globes, but I need to keep her in a spooning position.

I pull my rock-hard cock out of my boxers. I rut into the crease of her ass. The cold leather feels good on my hot cock. I’m nipping and sucking at her ear as both of my hands now play with her hardened nipples. Suddenly she stiffens. She moans out low and beautiful. I know now she has finished in her dream, but I am far from done with her.


Reader`s PoV

This is the first orgasm I have had in months. It was strong and the only thing that would have made it better would be if Bucky was the one physically giving it to me, not my imagination. I am still half asleep and in a post-orgasm haze, but I’m lucid enough to feel a warmth directly on my swollen clit. I turn my head to the side; I notice Bucky is not next to me. He usually has his arms wrapped around me.

I feel a harsh tug at my clit. My eyes are wide open now. I lift the blanket up and I’m suddenly staring into Bucky`s gorgeous ocean blue eyes. He smirks at starts eating me like a starving man.

“BUCKY! Just like that! Ohmygod ohmygod!” I scream out probably waking the whole entire tower. I’m too drunk on my previous orgasm and the one Bucky is pulling from my overstimulated body.

My eyes roll back in my head as I feel my walls start to pulse.

“I need your metal hand. Please baby please. I need to feel more of you. Make me cum! Yes! Just like that. I’m cumming I’m cumming!”

I feel his long slender fingers rub rapidly at my g-spot. My walls pulse even faster until they clamp shut hard trapping Bucky`s fingers inside me. He massages my g-spot to prolong my orgasm, but he removes his lips from my clit. He moves his mouth to my inner thighs, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin. He had previously removed my catsuit. It was lying in a dirty pile on the floor with my sports bra and panties.

He slowly removes his fingers and kisses his way up my worn-out body.

“Welcome Home!” he giggles out like a school boy.

His cheeks are flushed and as I look down I can notice his very prominent cock. Its rock-hard and the tip is an angry red. He is dripping pre-cum. I push him onto the bed and kiss my way down his chest. I start sucking as I reach his happy trail. I move to lick and bite at his V line. His cock twitches once it feels my hot breath directly at the tip. I slowly give him small kitten licks. He hisses at the sudden heat and wetness of my tongue.

I take him into my mouth all the way. After all the blowjobs I’ve given him, I’ve become a master at deepthroating his huge cock. He moans high and loud.

“You’re so good to me baby. Taking all my cock like a good little girl. C’mon up. I want you to ride me. I wanna make you cum again.”

I slowly crawl seductively all the way up his body. My dripping, oversensitive core is positioned directly at his craving cock. I stare him in the eyes as I sink down on his full length. His mouth opens in a perfect “O” shape. I get up on my knees and bring myself all the way up, only leaving the tip in. I suddenly crash down onto his hips. He gasps and I can feel his cock twitch. I set a steady and hard pace. Neither of us are going to last long. We are so sensitive.

I feel myself starting to cum. My walls are clenching over his cock when he suddenly flips me over and starts pounding into me. He has me in a spread eagle. His cock reaching impossibly deep. I scream out as I cum for the third time that night. His hips start to stutter. His cock is throbbing fast. The prominent vein on the underside of his cock rubs my g-spot perfectly.

He growls out as he spills his thick, hot cum deep in my pussy. He falls forward, bracing himself on his muscled forearms. I can hear his labored breathing in my ear. We both start to giggle out. Both of ours bodies are flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He pulls out and rolls of me. I stare at his great ass as he walks into the bathroom. He brings out a washcloth to clean me up and himself.

He jumps back into bed and pulls me flush against his chest.

“I missed you, Baby. I’m glad you’re back. And I’m definitely happy that you’re havin’ sex dreams about me.”

All you could do is giggle and let out a small “I love you” as you dosed off with a dreamy smile on your face and Bucky caressing your back.

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When Soulmates Go Wrong (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4040 (Sorry, got carried away)

Warnings: Aaaaangst

A/N: I’ve got a part two, but I’m going to need you to tell me if you want it. This is just a little something that’s been in the works for at least a month, and I figured it was high time to put it out there. Gif is not mine, and feedback is greatly appreciated as usual. If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know.

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Ah, soulmates. True love smiled upon by the stars themselves. Every person had a mark matching their soulmate’s. The mark could appear anywhere on one’s body, in any color, or any shape, but it always matched what their soulmate had - color, location, shape, everything. And everyone had a soulmate. Except for me.

I’d been born without my soul mark. This terrified my mother on the day of my birth as the nurses had almost frantically tried to find something that could even possibly be a soul mark. There had been nothing to find.

When it turned out that I had powers - the ability to command the elements - in addition to a concerning propensity for all forms of weaponry and an uncanny gift for reading people’s body language… let’s just say that she and my father were afraid for me. Afraid that people would exploit me for my lack of connection as well as my powers.

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Anger Issues.

Pairing: Modern!Ivar/Hispanic Reader.

Warnings: Smut. Modern AU. Name calling, insults, jealousy, slapping, unnecessary roughness. Angry Ivar, angry reader.

Word Count: 1376.

Rating: 18+.

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IS FINALLY DONE. I HAVE TAMED THE BEAST. Tagging: @captainpoopweinersoldier@synnersaint@bladebarnes@ivars-pet@nekodalolita@brightlycoloredteacups@charliexowrite@bearded-bucky@wanderlustingandwandering@belle-scarre​ And my two wives because I wanna know what they think @sexylibrarian1​ and @thecrownedrose


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Title: Proof of Love
Author: scones-and-texting-and-murder
Artist: peanutbutterthenjelly
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings/Tags: bakery au, mention of past child abuse, found family,
Posting Date: 11/13/2017

Summary:  Working two jobs and doing his best to pretend his little brother wasn’t leaving for Stanford in a few months, Dean let his friend Benny talk him into a much needed night out. What started out as a fun evening at the bar ended with Dean drunk and face-to-face with a couple of cops outside a bakery. When the bakery owner gave him the chance to come back the next day and deal with his mess instead of going to jail, Dean knew he’d been given an opportunity he couldn’t squander. If only the blue-eyed guy didn’t seem to hate Dean…

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They stayed until last call. Dean had hoped the cold night air would alleviate the dizziness he’d felt when he got to his feet but instead of reviving him, walking outside left him even more unsteady. He concentrated on keeping one foot in front of the other, letting Benny lead the way down the sidewalk.

When Benny pulled up short, Dean knocked into his shoulder. “Dean, look!”

Dean closed one eye so he could focus on Benny’s face.  

“No, you fool. There.” None too gently, Benny turned Dean toward the glass shop window of a bakery. It was too dark to see what was inside but Benny looked at him with excitement. ”I bet there’s pie in there.”

Dean nearly gasped in amazement. “Benny,” he slurred, eyes wide. “I love pie.”

“I know you do, man. That’s why I stopped.”

“Let’s go in and get some.”

Benny doubled over laughing. “It’s closed. It’s the middle of the night. It’s closed.”

Dean put both hands on the window and peered in. His thoughts drifted to his mom, the way pie always made him think of her. But the bakery was dark and deserted and it struck Dean as the saddest thing he’d ever seen. Sam was leaving and his mom was gone forever and now he couldn’t even get a pie to remind him of her. He felt tears prickle in his eyes and oh my god he was not going to drunk cry over a pie. He absolutely was not. He shook his head to clear it and found Benny about an inch away from his face.

“You wanna fuck that pie, brother?”

The relief of being distracted from thoughts of his mom left him giggling. “Damn right I do.” He rolled his hips against the glass bakery window.

“Do it. You fuck that pie. Make it your bitch.” Benny laughed uproariously and slapped Dean on the back.

Neither one of them noticed a light go on in a window above the bakery.

“I’ll do it,” Dean declared, through a fit of giggles. “I’ll fucking fuck that pie.” He rubbed his hand in an exaggerated motion over the crotch of his jeans.

“FUCK! THE! PIE!” Benny chanted as Dean unbuttoned his jeans and reached a hand inside.

Dean pressed his face against the window, giving it a little tongue action. His brain got derailed wondering what kind of pie and he stood there for a minute trying to decide what it would actually feel like to stick his dick in a pie. Warm soft apple, cool smooth key lime…the possibilities were endless. He turned to ask Benny his opinion on the matter, but Benny was gone.

That’s when Dean heard the siren.

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An anon asked me if I ombred the hair in my icon, and I did not lol. Another anon asked me to make a tutorial for how I made the ombre in the icon, so I am making a tutorial for it for the 3rd time cause the other two times I tried the images broke and i didn’t save them so I had to redo the photoshop process :/ this time I saved them

Step One:

A). Go in game and make your sim. Find the base hair color you want and I recommend downloading some recolors of that hair so that you have more options for the ombre. 

B). Go through some poses and find the one you want, then pause CAS using the ‘cheat’ casclockspeed 0

C). Now find the angle you want for you screenshots. I normally just do the basic front angle. After this, click on the hair and it will zoom you in to the sims face, zoom out to however far you want, but make sure the hair category stays open.

D). Take your first screenshot with the color you want the base/root/natural color of the hair to be. Then (without clicking on anything on the sim) go in the hair category and find the recolor or the other color you want your ombre to be. DO NOT CHANGE ZOOM, CAMERA ANGLE, OR ANYTHING.

E). Select the 2nd color and screenshot, you may want to take a few extra screenshots of a few different colors so you have more options.

I am choosing these two:

Step Two:

A). Open both screenshots together in photoshop, with one layers ontop of the other.

B). Delete the backgrounds and add a new layer on the bottom with anything u want it doesn’t really matter okok:

Step Three:

A). Using the soft eraser tool(with 100% opacity), erase the top of the hair and keep going down until you get to where you want the ombre to stop.

B). (Optional) I turn the opacity down to 20% and go over the area where the ombre needs to fade to give it a slightly more fading effect. But it is fine without it imo

C). Merge the two sim layers and do whatever normal editing you would do to your photos

lol the end

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