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P.S. Magic Powers

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 01:03:02 -0400

Imagine being Bruce’s daughter and a Homo magi. Trained by Zatara you end up meeting John Constantine.

Relationship: Family and Lover

Fandom: DC Comics

Character: Batboys and John Constantine

Bruce couldn’t have known that your mother was a homo magi, she didn’t leave a note on you that saying “Here’s your daughter Bruce. P.S. Watch for magical powers in the future.” When she left you on the Wayne manor steps, so imagine his and Alfred’s surprised when you were casting “fake” spells and real things were happening. Luckily he knew who to turn to, John Zatara, a well-known magic user and the only one he really trusted with his daughter. You stayed with Zatara and his daughter till your powers were under your control. Bruce would visit every week and had even brought your adoptive younger brother Dick. With your power under control, you believe you were ready to fight like you father and Zatara. Bruce did not, so most of your childhood was full of training from magical to combat. You were twenty when you met John Constantine, a cocky English man with a sharp tongue, anti-social attitude, and willingness to do whatever it took to get the job done. Constantine needed Zatara for some help but the older magi was called away on League business leaving you with the blonde trench coat wearing Brit.

“Maybe you could help me, love.” He spoke lighting a cigarette, the smell burnt you noise. Quickly you grab it from his lips throwing it on the ground and stomped it out.

“Want my help don’t smoke in front of me.” He glared at you and you glared back, he let out a sigh and set to work telling you what he needed help with.

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annatheuseless: F U C K

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 22:50:20 -0400

annatheuseless:

F U C K

annatheuseless: Tony Stark with Peter Parker vs Tony Stark with...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 22:48:59 -0400

annatheuseless:

Tony Stark with Peter Parker vs Tony Stark with the rest of the Avengers

tchillax: I just wanna make sure we consider all our options....

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 22:34:54 -0400

tchillax:

I just wanna make sure we consider all our options. The people that shoot at you usually wind up shooting at me.

dbhconnorrk800: Imagine Kara secretly falling for you:[This is my Imagine for Kara, sorry if it’s...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 22:19:36 -0400

dbhconnorrk800:

Imagine Kara secretly falling for you:
[This is my Imagine for Kara, sorry if it’s short compared to Markus, but it’s all I’ve got! I’m sorry if it’s a little rush. Next stop! Connor!]
Warning? Hella short, overall none.
Kudos to @weissrose for the Gif above. Also if you have any request don’t hesitate to DM me.
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•Kara always silently watching you play with your cousin Alice, every time you come over. (You’d only visited when Todd isn’t around)
•You have quite a hectic schedule due to your work, but you always make time for Alice,
•Which Kara admired you for it. She’d knew you would be a perfect role model in parenting.
•That lead her to wonder, what does it feel like to have a family?
•She is so confused when you protected her from getting beaten by Todd.
•Kara felt a string tugging inside her when Todd forbid you to come in his house ever again.
•Alice was more saddened and would always question Kara, when are you going to come and visit her.
•Although Kara was instructed by Todd, to never speak of you.
•Breaking the barrier, Kara would reassure Alice, you will come back.
•She couldn’t help but keep missing your presence,
•When you would call for her to join you and Alice playing,
•And when you say something funny to Alice then playfully wink at her way,
•The small touch you would always give her, had her reeling with emotions.
•When Todd was in his high, you sneak in only to greet Kara with a big hug.
•Her LED turn yellow, completely loss at your sudden contact, when you chuckle at her response — It’s like music to her audio processor.
•You’re warm…
•She feel warmth in your embrace. Never would she thought she’ll be needing more.
•When you ask her to live in with you and Alice. How can she refuse?
•She wants to be with you.
•She will rebel because of you, and so she agreed. You told her you would get them tonight.
•For the first time she feel excited,
•She felt hopeful because of you.
•She couldn’t wait to see you tonight.
Let’s be hopeful that everything goes according to plan tonight.
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a-deviants-fanfiction: Detroit Become Human: Simon Relationship HeadcanonsThank you to the anon who...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 22:14:23 -0400

a-deviants-fanfiction:

Detroit Become Human: Simon Relationship Headcanons
Thank you to the anon who requested this, gotta love me some Simon!!!
First of all, the boy is loyal af
You will never have to worry about him cheating on you. Never ever ever.
Even so,that loyalty leaves him a little…vulnerable
He will need a little reassurance from you to know for definite that you are loyal to him
He is definitely a romantic
Your first date had to be the works- flowers, nice plate to eat or to spend time in (dependant on whether you’re human or android) and of course he’s paying
He is a total gentlemen the entire time
Once you get into your relationship, this boy is the absolute sweetest man ever
He is kind, warm and always lends an ear if you need to talk
Even so, any sort of physical contact will make him freeze, and it’s not just physical contact
You smile, Simon freezes
You hold his hand, Simon freezes
You kiss his cheek, Simon freezes
This poor boi gets flustered way too easily
Don’t get me started on when he tries to initiate affection
He has to have at least 30 minutes of a pep talk with himself before he can bring himself to hold your hand
While Simon is romantic, it does take him a while to actually say “I love you”
He’s very shy and, while his past is uncertain, it has caused him to be a bit restrained when it comes to matters like love
But when he does say it, it’s genuine and happy
He’s probably planned a big speech and all, but when it comes down to the moment he can’t remember a thing
So he’s just sat there, slightly awkward and stiff
And you get very worried and gently cup his cheek
“Simon? You okay?”
He turns to you slightly and you just melt from the amount of love in his eyes
He says it
“…I love you.”
It’s such a quiet and soft whisper, it’s barely audible, but you hear it
“Oh Simon, I love you too.”
You both lean in and oops you’re kissing
Ooops Simon.exe has ceased to function
Alright, let’s tackle a large topic
NIckNamEs
Sweetheart
Love
My love
My heart
Beautiful
Lovely
Angel
You name it, he has called you it at least once
But he’s not very open about it
It’s usually a quiet whisper in your ear as he gently hugs you from behind
Overall Simon is a quiet and soft boi in general
He loves reading with you
(He kinda bought glasses just so he could see your reaction to him in them…he now wears them regularly)
He loves hugging you
Very gently
Just wraps you up in a soft cocoon of love
Cheek kisses
Everyday
Nose kisses
Eskimo kisses
Proper lip kisses are saved for special moments
He is very gentle with you
(Please be gentle back)
He loves you dearly and, after settling into the relationship he will remind you of it daily
He lives for the soft quiet moments in which he can just hold you
He can forget about his rocky past
He can forget about the revolution
And its just you two
Please remind Simon that he is loved
He needs it
Even if he just says that he’s okay
He’s not
He’s one to shoulder peoples burdens without question
Sometimes you need to be his rock and his comfort
He loves you and you love him
All in all its a very soft and living relationship
There ya go, anon. Hope you like xx

Nightmares | Markus

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 22:09:14 -0400

riiwriting:

Short hc/imagine/au where a) androids need sleep and b) Markus gets nightmares.

This was requested!

Warnings: Sad Markus :(

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♫ TagRules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Set your entire music library on shuffle and report the...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 21:52:56 -0400

♫ Tag

Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Set your entire music library on shuffle and report the first 10 songs that pop up,

1. Deadroses by Blackbear

2. Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons

3. Standing In The Rain by Action Bronson & Dan Auerbach ft. Mark Ronson

4. The Scientist by Coldplay

5. Lonely Again by Gnash

6. Broken by Lund

7. Kick Me by Sleeping With Sirens

8. Control by Halsey

9. No Flex Zone by Rae Sremmurd

10. The Ballad Of Mona Lisa by Panic! At The Disco

captainmarvels: marvel ladies + sass 💅(part II)

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 20:04:21 -0400

captainmarvels:

marvel ladies + sass 💅
(part II)

the kinky stuff // completed version (stiles one shot)

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 16:52:19 -0400

mermaidenisaac:

Summary: Stiles Stilinski asks you to dominate him in bed. What, are you just not going to ride his face?
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual description
A/N: This contains part one of the kinky stuff (or where stiles wants y/n to dominate him).
“You’re all mine, pet.”
Stiles whimpered as I rasped into his ear. I never thought I’d get so much satisfaction out of blindfolding my boyfriend, handcuffing him to a chair, and reducing him to incoherent begging. But this was all his idea.
When Stiles had so casually suggested over pizza that we spice up our sex life, I was caught off guard—and a little offended. Did he think I was too boring? Too… vanilla? Stiles was the only one I’d ever been with and up until that conversation, I assumed he was just as satisfied as I was with our usual routine. After fumbling apologies, he explained that that was precisely the problem. Routine. Predictability. Formula.
So that’s how he wound up taking me to his closet and showing me the handcuffs he’d stolen from his dad last summer and asked me to dominate him.
Things were awkward at first to say the least, but I think I surprised both of us with how proficient I was at… the kinky stuff.
Stiles panted, “I’m all yours, only yours. Please, baby…”
Without warning, I fisted his hair and sharply tugged his head back.
“What was that, pet? Did we forget something?” I taunted. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down the elegance of his outstretched neck as he gulped.
“Ma’am, sorry—I meant ma’am,” he stuttered.
“Good boy,” I cooed, lining kisses up the column of his throat.
“Only for you,” he breathed, gasping when I bit down on his bottom lip and gently tugged.
“Oh, you’re too sweet,” I praised. I tried not to revert back to my normal self, who would typically swoon at Stiles’ compliments. I tried to remember that I needed to stay in character. For Stiles. This was his fantasy and I was here to make his dreams come true.
With that in mind, I begrudgingly pulled away. His bottom lip jutted outwards in a pout as he stomped his foot in retaliation.
“Look at you, pet.” I slowly circled Stiles, the clicking of my heels communicating my location. “Do you know how beautiful you are right now? With your hair all in disarray, your mouth so red and open like that…”
I came up behind Stiles and slowly ran my palms down his chest. My nails scratched his nipples on my way down and he gasped. Stiles turned so that his cheek nuzzled against my arm.
“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”
I smiled; he sounded so small and vulnerable beneath me, like he was clinging to every word, every touch.
“Of course, pet,” I replied softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it.”
Stepping in front of him, I untied Stiles’ blindfold and pried it loose. I almost sighed in relief when he finally blinked his eyes open and I encountered his warm, brown irises.
“Welcome back, pet. How’s the view?”
“[y/n]…” Stiles gave me a once over. I flushed red as he took in my outfit, his eyes going wide. I stood in front of him only in a pair of matching black bra and panties. He helplessly struggled against the cuffs, his shoulders spasming away from the chair.
“Please, let me touch you,” Stiles pleaded. “I need to touch you.”
“Now, now, let’s not get impatient,” I teased.
I took him in. He was even more beautiful up close. This might be my new favorite Stiles, with his cheeks dusted red, sweat matting his hair to his forehead, veins straining against his neck because it’s all he can do to not to explode as my hands trailed up his thighs.
Bracing myself on his shoulders, I descended onto his lap. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Stiles? How hard it is to control myself around you? How wet you make me?”
“God, [y/n], you’re driving me crazy…”
“Good. Then you finally know how it feels.” I smirked. “But don’t worry, pet. I’m gonna take good care of you.”
“Fuck, [y/n]—touch me, please,” Stiles quietly pleaded. His words sparked fire inside me, heat rushed directly to my core. I involuntarily arched my hips against his crotch, grinding down on him. Stiles let out a throaty moan.
“Now, I know you can ask nicer than that.”
“Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, ma’am. I’ll do anything you want. I can’t take it anymore. Please,” Stiles begged. Sweat collected on his top lip as he spoke. The prominent bulge in his pants confirmed his pleas.
“Hmm, now was that so hard?” I rolled my hips once more against him, relishing in the way his erection hardened against my panties.
“Fucking hell, yes—God that feels so good. Just like that. Yes, anything. Please, I want to touch you.”
I leaned forward and clamped my teeth down on the shell of his ear. Stiles buried his face into my shoulder and groaned.
“Patience, pet. All in good time,” I whispered. I pulled back momentarily, then closed my mouth over his lips. He wasted no time as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, grazing over my teeth. I responded immediately, unable to contain my moans at his urgency. I grabbed the sides of his face and mushed our lips harder together.
While Stiles was preoccupied with my mouth, I unbuckled his belt and snuck my hand into his pants, rubbing him over his boxers. He bucked his hips into my palm, causing me to gasp.
“Eager, are we?” I playfully mocked.
“You have no idea.”
I grinned down at him. “In a moment, I’m going to uncuff you. And when I do, you are not allowed to touch me unless I tell you to. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to. You are not allowed to do anything unless I tell you to. If you obey, you will be rewarded. If you don’t, you will be punished. Do we have an understanding, pet?”
Stiles bit his bottom lip and gazed up at me.
“Y-yes.”
I lovingly stroked his hair. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I smiled warmly at him. “Perfect.”
I made a show of reaching into my bra, pulling out a small metal key. As I stepped around to Stiles’ joined hands, I heard him exhale. I inserted the key into the lock and turned. As soon as I heard the small click!, Stiles pulled his arms forward and above, stretching and rowing. I merely stared at his back, captivated by the way his muscles moved under his skin, ebbing and flowing with his movements.
Passively, I wondered if Stiles would continue to comply as earnestly with my demands.
“Alright, remember what I said,” I warned as I stepped around. I used his shoulders as leverage and leaned down low in front of him. “You’ll do exactly as I say, right?”
Stiles nodded this time as he blatantly stared at my cleavage, smirking as he rubbed his wrist. I couldn’t help but blush, feeling some of my authority slip away. He continued to silently watch me, his knees spread open in a wide stance.
I shot up and crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly insecure. I cocked my head to the side.
“What the hell are you staring at?”
“Sorry, you’re just so goddamn beautiful.” Stiles leaned forward, his hand reaching forward as he brushed his fingertips against my mid thigh.
I swiftly slapped the back of his hand, the resounding smack! reverberating through the room. I smirked at Stiles’s shocked expression and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look up.
“Stiles?” I said sweetly.
“Yeah?”
“What did I say about touching me?”
“Said not to,” he mumbled.
“Good. Try something like that again, and I’ll make you regret ever suggesting this. Now, take off your clothes.”
Stiles faltered slightly, then recovered almost immediately as he stood up and cooperated. He maintained eye contact the whole time as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled his belt loose and shoved his pants down, standing completely naked before me with his arms crossed over his chest, mirroring my stance.
He quirked an eyebrow, like he was challenging me to make my next move. I kept my head high, refusing to cower away.
“Right,” I began confidently.” “Go lay down.”
I motioned dismissively towards the bed.
He nodded and obeyed. I trailed behind him, not too subtly checking out his ass. I stopped at the foot of the bed, pausing to admire the sight before me. Stiles had chosen to lay down completely flat with his legs crossed and his hands joined together behind his head. He had that same smirk adorning his expression, that familiar air of arrogance he knew would turn me on.
I stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at him.
“We had a little bit of a slip up, but you’ve been good aside from that. I think you deserve a reward now, don’t you?” I tapped my chin, pretending to consider something.
“Yes, m…“ Stiles trailed off as I began to crawl over him. When I continued past his waist, his breath hitched. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Biting my lip, I stifled a string of nervous laughter as I came up to straddle his head, one knee on either side of his face. I reached down to stroke his hair and looked directly into the pair of amber eyes that peeked out from between my thighs.
“Can we try something new, pet?”
Stiles nodded fervently.
I shivered as his warm, frantic breaths fanned over my wet core.
“I—“ I was cut off by my own giggle as I pondered the absurdity of my next statement. “I was wondering if I could ride your face.”
Without even replying, Stiles set into action. He didn’t even close his eyes as he pulled me all the way down and placed a kiss right on my panty-clad sex.
“Stiles!” I yelped. I gripped his headboard to keep from crushing him as my knees gave out.
He cheekily winked at my reaction before shoving my underwear aside and leaning forward to run his tongue over the entire expanse of my bare slit. He clasped my thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. In turn, they clamped tighter around his head as my back concaved inward, unable to handle his sudden lapping against my sensitivity.
“Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I do that?” Stiles urged.
“Yeah that-ah! That, that’s good. Like that,” I stuttered out, too enraptured to correct his use of pet name.
“I want to make you feel good. I’m gonna make this so good for you, baby. You’re gonna come so hard.”
“God, Stiles…” I moaned as Stiles continued to mutter some of the filthiest things he’s ever said. He punctuated his promises by sucking furiously on my overly-stimulated bundle of nerves.
“Fuck!” I cried out when he suddenly grazed his teeth around my clit. As if that wasn’t enough, he proceeded to tug on it and rapidly flicked his tongue against it, effectively turning my legs into jelly.
I nearly keeled over when Stiles slipped in two fingers without warning. I gripped to the headboard for dear life as Stiles edged me towards climax.
“Shit, Stiles. I can’t, I’m gonna, I’m—“ My brain shut down as my orgasm took over. I reached down and tugged on Stiles’s hair, burying his face deeper inside me. As my mind turned to mush, I rode out my orgasm on his face, just like I said I would.
I’d never felt dirtier or sexier as Stiles lapped up my dripping slit, his hands grasping my ass so tight.
My vision felt slightly foggy to match the state of my thoughts. I squeaked when Stiles started kissing the quivering flesh of my inner thigh, breaking me out of my post-orgasm haze. I was still giddy as fuck as I collapsed on the bed beside Stiles.
“Woah… fuck. Are you okay, Stiles? Did I hurt you?”
“No, of course not! I’m fine, I’m fine but—how did I do? Was that good? Did I do a good job?” Stiles rambled. Looking over, Stiles was gazing at me starry-eyed, his cheeks flushed and wet, mouth swollen and pink. I nearly came again at the satisfaction of knowing that I did that to him. Because he’d asked me to.
“You did amazing, pet,” I panted. “What about me? With the whole… domination… thing.”
“Baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced. You were fucking fantastic. We’re doing this again,” Stiles stated matter-of-factly.
I felt heat spread across my chest and up my neck. I leaned over and kissed him roughly and I could smell myself on his face and taste myself on his tongue and the paradox of it all was a bit overwhelming, that he could do so many dirty things to me and still be so innocent and he made me feel so free but I knew I was tethered, so wholeheartedly anchored to this boy.
I pulled back and pecked his nose, which he crinkled in response. I giggled at his expression. “God, stop being so cute all the time.”
Stiles smiled shyly and ducked his head.
“You first.”
I snorted and extended my arm towards him.
“C’mere.”
Stiles snuggled into my embrace, nuzzling his face cozily into my chest. I ran my fingers through his scalp, mumbled sweet nothings into his hair. “I’m actually going to love you forever. You know that, right?”
Stiles looked up and frowned at me before leaning forward and placing a kiss right under my chin.
“I mean, I’m going to, so you might as well,” he sarcastically replied. Old Stiles was back.
I kissed his forehead in response. Stiles started to feel heavier on my form.
“Wait, no! Don’t fall asleep! I still have to, you know…”
“Whaaat,” Stiles whined.
“I have to return the favor.”
Stiles’s looked at me so witheringly unamused, he could’ve put Derek’s resting bitch face to shame.
“I love you, [y/n], but you’re fucked out. And so am I. Go to sleep.”
He resumed his position snoozing on my chest. I nearly protested, but decided I really was too tired, and opted instead to continue stroking his hair. We slept for hours.
The next morning, I sucked him awake, and we both agreed that I’d effectively returned the favor.

When You Get Jealous

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 16:13:41 -0400

leena-xoxo:

BRUCE: saying that Bruce is quite the ladies man is not saying enough so yeah you get quite jealous, however with the only person you get really jealous is Selina. That street cat always has her way into Bruce, you tend to get really touchy when she’s around.

DICK: Barbara always plays cute and stupid around him, giggling and touching her hair. It was no secret that she liked Dick and neither it was the fact that you hated her. So when you saw her pulling Dick into a kiss you totally lost it. You arrived where she was and as Dick tries to push away without hurting her you slapped her across the face. “Try that again, and you’ll see that Jason is nowhere near as reckless as I can be.” You threatened her.

TIM: Stephanie. It’s always Stephanie. She’s always with Tim and it annoys the hell out of you. You’re not a possessive or jealous persones but whenever she flirts with Tim it drives you crazy. You always stop they conversation kissing him, he smirks in the kiss knowing that you’re jealous.

JASON: He wasn’t really the relationship type so you were kind of alert every time you two went out. Every girl wanted to talk with him, not only because he was a Wayne but obviously because he was freaking hot. He never paied them attention, he just friendly told them that they could move along but sometimes there were girls who didn’t get it and tried to get with him. When that happens you usually walk next to him and introduce yourself, you’d start kissing Jason’s neck, making her uncomfortable at the point where she’d leave. Only earning a laugh from Jason who knew how jealous you could be.

DAMIAN: Let’s be honest, he’s a Wayne and hotness and charm runs in his veins. Every girl in Gotham Academy in head over heels for him but you couldn’t care less. Being raised by the Sirens made your confidence and self-esteem be at 200%. However sometimes when girls got very insistent with your boyfriend and you could see he was uncomfortable you just dropped “casually” your familiarity with Gotham’s elite villains before sending them a killer glare. Girls just ran the opposite way while Damian presented to be annoyed by it, and smirking proudly, he loved it.

non-stop-imagines: Sleeping Alone (Drabble Request) Request:...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 02:01:34 -0400

non-stop-imagines:

Sleeping Alone (Drabble Request)
Request: #19- “Are you drunk?”
#21-“I’m flirting with you.”
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Black!Reader
Word Count: 663
Warnings: Light Swearing, drinking, drunk Wanda
A/N: Yay! Another drabble done and in the books. I try to write a little something whenever I have the time or get inspired and it seems to be working in my favor. Anyway, here’s a cute little thing with Wanda I hope y'all enjoy!
Requests are Open, if you want to be added to the tags list for a certain character, just ask. Masterlist

Being an Avenger gets stressful, so, as a collective group, you have decided that this Saturday you guys were going to have a movie night, with the main drink of choice being anything with at least 20% alcohol. To your surprise, it was quite the relaxing scene with everyone huddled on the couch in pajamas watching Jurassic Park. You scan the faces of your teammates until your eyes lock onto the more relaxed face of Wanda. You know you’ve seen her get up at least 3 times to fill her cup so saying she’s a bit tipsy would be one hell of an understatement.
   As you finished the last Bantu knot on your head and during a lull in the plot, you stood up to head to the kitchen and refill you cup, being less than startled when you hear Wanda stumble into the kitchen.
   “Y/N, what are you doing in here? You should be watching the movie?” She clumsily places her cup on the counter and reaches for one of the bottles. You grab her hands and turn her toward you.
   “I don’t think you need anymore, Wanda.” You chuckle as you push the bottle of liquor out of immediate reach. You turn her toward the kitchen entrance and begin to lead her out.
   “I’m not drunk. Just a little tipsy. I’m fine.“ She attempts to talk herself out of the situation, but makes no attempt in getting out of your grip. As you made it to the kitchen entrance you trip over the edge of a counter, nearly falling and dragging Wanda down with you. At the point you accepted your fate of hitting the ground, a pair of arms protectively wrap around you. You look up to see Wanda, drunkenly smiling at the way the weak television light illuminated you milk chocolate face.
   “Are you drunk? You’re the one tripping all over the place.” You use Wanda’s grip to pull yourself back up and reclaim your grip on her hand.
   “I just didn’t look where I was going.” you say in a jokingly matter-of-fact way. You lead her out to the living room where everyone else sat, the movie playing in the background as their focus stayed on you two. “I’m just taking her up to her room.” With that statement came looks of skepticism, most memorable faces being Steve and Tony sporting one raised eyebrow each, and Sam’s “Bitch You Lyin’” face. You roll your eyes and continue walking, keeping Wanda close behind.

   “Alright, get in your bed.” you pull Wanda from behind you and gently push her down onto the side of her bed. The blankets were already slightly disheveled, making it easy for her to get underneath the covers. You remove some of the miscellaneous items cluttering the bed then make your way toward the exit, but you’re stopped by a grip on your wrist.
   “Wait, where are you going? I don’t want to sleep alone.” She smirks devilishly, lightly pulling you back until you sat next to where she was laying in her bed. Her accent was more concentrated within her words, making her hard to resist, but you sit strong, staying upright while she feebly tries to pull you down.
   “Wanda, what are you doing?” you move pieces of her hair from her face and run your hand across it.
   “I’m flirting with you.” she giggles, grasping your hand that was caressing her face. You look at her face, examining each feature as its it’s own piece of art, and Wanda, though inebriated, didn’t refrain from admiring your goddess-like qualities the exact ways she does when sober.
   “Well,” you lay down next to Wanda, allowing her time to cuddle up close to you. “Looks like it worked.” she hums in satisfaction, slowly falling asleep soon after. You kiss the top of her head and get yourself comfortable, readying yourself for the playful teasing you know you’ll be receiving from the others tomorrow morning.

All the Little Things | ADHD

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 01:59:28 -0400

literally-marvel-trash:

Awareness: ADHD
Warnings: ADHD, reader being slightly made-fun of, fluff.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
A/n: I’m trying to make these as gender neutral as I can and I’m really hoping I’m doing a good job. I hope you all enjoy. Honestly, just let me know if I’m portraying some of these wrong. I do not have ADHD, but my brother does so I’m trying to sort of see it from his point of view. Please enjoy and stay strong, everyone!
All the Little Things Masterlist
You rushed through the compound with an armful of papers. You raced toward Tony’s office, shoes pattering on the expensive floor. This was a daily occurrence, so by this time, everyone was standing at the sides of the hallway to give you room to rush to the office. Though, that didn’t stop you from occasionally tripping over your feet, sending papers flying in all directions and forcing laughter out of everyone who witnessed it.
And, by everyone, that meant basically everyone.
Again? How humiliating… You frantically reached around, trying to gather all the papers as fast as you could. You pushed up your glasses, biting your bottom lip to try to contain your embarrassment.
‘Damnit, (Y/n), slow down sometimes… Just slow down and this won’t happen…’ You scolded yourself in your head.
Or, well, you thought you had.
“Hey, it’s okay…”
Another person kneeled beside you, helping you gather up the papers scattered around on the floor. You looked up, seeing none other than Scarlett Witch herself. She smiled at you, making a neat pile of papers so that it’d be easier for you to carry. You, on the other hand, had a random pile of papers that we in no way organized.
Blushing, you quickly tried to fix your pile so it was at least half as nice as hers.
“I-I’m so sorry! This is the third time this week. I really should slow down and be more careful, but apparently I never learn. God, I’m such an idiot. And now I’m rambling, ugh, I’m so sorry-”
“Don’t apologize. It’s fine,” Wanda giggled.
Your cheeks reddened even more. You stared at her, unable to help yourself. She really was beautiful. Wanda helped you up, handing one of the stacks of papers to you. She organized the other one, picking it up.
“I’ll help you carry these.” She offered, smiling.
You hadn’t eve realized that everyone who’d been laughing had abruptly stopped the moment Wanda had showed up. When Wanda was around, everyone knew better than to laugh at you for anything other than a joke you wanted people to laugh at.
You and Wanda started walking in the direction of Tony’s office. You were careful to match her speed, wanting to stay close to her instead of hurrying off. Your footsteps matched hers as you walked.
“Thank you,” you finally spoke, fingers tapping against the stack of papers in your hands, “I really appreciate the help.”
Wanda smiled, nodding. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence the rest of the way to the office. Once the papers were neatly left on Tony’s desk, the two of you walked out together.
“'Gotta go get the rest of the papers! Thank you again for the help!” You piped up, smiling.
Your actions went faster than your mind did, and it wasn’t long before you were pressing a kiss to her cheek. Your face went bright red, along with hers. You squeaked, before quickly scrambling off. Still, despite how quick you moved, you couldn’t miss the big grin that spread across Wanda’s face after the kiss.

spideywhiteys: the-dark-instruments: Groot, probably: Let’s fuck those fuckers the fuck up Steve: I...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 01:56:08 -0400

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the-dark-instruments:

Groot, probably: Let’s fuck those fuckers the fuck up

Steve: I am Steve Rogers

Groot:

akayourgoddess:

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 20:03:01 -0400

akayourgoddess:

can you write a cock warming blurb?

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 19:48:35 -0400

Ok this was my first like smut writing sort of idk if it’s bad I’m sorry pls tell me if you like it thnks bye xx

He’d been waiting for weeks. Each day seemed to pass just a little longer than the one before, as he anticipated coming home for a break between tour dates. The excitement of being home, even if it was only for a few days, seemed to jolt him awake each time he’d succumb to sleep on the plane ride back. The thought of finally getting to feel you, touch you, smell you, just being around you gave him the energy he needed to endure the excruciatingly long flight. And it helped him get through the car ride, fingers tapping his knee impatiently while he kept his gaze on the passing objects outside the car. Though he was tired, the aching he had to absolutely lose himself in your embrace had gotten him up the stairs and to the front door in long, greedy strides. And then, he’d swing the front door open, releasing a big sigh of relief.

He knew it was late, nearing 3 am. So he wasn’t surprised to walk into a quiet house, lights all off aside from the little lamp near the door. His bags would make a loud thump, as he carelessly tossed them aside before making way up the stairs. The bedroom door was cracked open, just enough where the light from the hallway would sneak in. He’d waste no time thrusting himself through the door, before peering over at the bed. You were well asleep, blankets tucked into the crook of your neck as your hair was strewn messily atop the pillow. And his heart would swell, and he’d feel so at home and comforted just from being a couple feet away from you. He didn’t wanna wake you, not at first, because you looked so peaceful and he was sure that you’d had a long day with work. But he wanted to hear your voice, in person finally, and feel you tucked into his side so close where he could smell the shampoo you’d used to wash your hair. So he’d hoist himself onto the usual spot beside you, kicking his shoes off before they’d land at the foot of the bed with a little thud. And your eyelids would peel back slightly, lashes fluttering a little as you looked to see who had caused the dip on the opposing side of the mattress.

“S’me, hi, just me.” He’d whisper sweetly, “Woke yeh?” though he was hoping he did.

“Yes,” You’d giggle, rubbing at your eyes, “m’glad though.”

He’d hum at your response, just happy to hear your voice. He wouldn’t be modest, either, as he scooted himself closer into your body. With his head rested on your chest, a few of his hairs tickling just beneath your chin, he’d start running his fingers along the waistband of your shorts. You were sleepy, he knew that, and he could tell by the way your voice was croaky and you’d have to stop talking and yawn every few minutes. And even though he was already so close to you, close enough to feel the heat of your skin, he still felt far. He was aching, and though he could feel it everywhere, he felt it the most in his crotch. How couldn’t he, as he admired how pretty you looked in front of him, your hair all messy and dangling your face and your tank top cut so tauntingly low. And you smelled so good, sweet like vanilla or some kind of flower.

“Miss feelin’ yeh, bein’ close ’n all.” he’d sigh, glancing up to see your eyes shut while your fingers twirled a piece of his hair.

“You’re practically on top of me,” you’d laugh, voice evoking a fluttering sensation in the pit of his belly, “couldn’t get any closer, baby.”

“Could” he’d rebuttal innocently, fingers toying with the waistband of your shorts.

“Har, m’tired..” You’d groan slightly in protest, shifting a little in your position.

He’d know you were ridden with sleep, floating in and out of consciousness when he’d try and keep up a conversation with you. He was so needy for you, in ways that he felt bad asking for as you fought off sleep. But you could read him like a book, knew him like the back of your hand, and you knew that his tone was needy. And when his tone was this needy, he was angling for the type of intimacy only you could provide him.

“Please,” he’d whine, giving a convincing tug at your shorts, “just, need to feel yeh. Been so homesick.”

Maybe it was how riled up it got you, seeing his fingers looped around the band of your shorts. Or how his head had somehow slithered down, where it was nearly right between your legs. But, it was definitely how needy he looked, eyes doe-like as he sported that little pout you’d grown so fond of. Before submitting to his pleas and mumbling an ‘okay’, you’d decide it was definitely the pout.

A childlike smirk on his face, he wouldn’t waste anymore time in ridding you of the little grey shorts. Sliding them down your legs, taking your panties with them, he’d murmur a genuine thank you. Which, after nudging your legs apart a little with his hand, was followed by a guttural moan. If you were asleep before, you definitely wouldn’t be now, as your eyes fondly watched him shimmy out of his pants. And the boxers would be next, his clothed bulge springing free. With your lip tucked in between your teeth, mouth damn near watering just at the sight of his cock, you’d have to remind yourself that he wasn’t after sex. He didn’t want to hear you whining his name, or listen to the melodic sound of you begging for him to permit your orgasm. He wanted to feel you and be close, those being his words exactly.

“Fuckin,” his voice was gritty and low as he groaned, one arm resting beside your head as his other hand pressed into your hip as he maneuvered his way into you.

“Feel so,” your breath would get hitched in the back of your throat, feeling every ridge and vein as he filled you up, “full.”

A little grunt would pass his lips, sighing in satisfaction as he’d feel you clench around him. His head would drop, a comforting sensation overcoming him as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. Smelling you, touching your skin, just being inside of you made him feel so much better. You’d be itching for him to start developing a rhythm, now that he had given you a taste. You had almost forgotten just how needy you were too, desperate to relieve all that built up sexual tension. But you were both tired, and it was obvious that he was drained. He needed this, and you were happy to oblige.

“Love you,” he’d murmur, lips warm against the nape of your neck, “missed you.”

echoes-of-the-clockwork: Detroit: Become Human Simon x Reader [2] •••••••••••••••• ~3rd Person...

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 18:42:20 -0400

echoes-of-the-clockwork:

Detroit: Become Human Simon x Reader [2]

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~3rd Person POV~

Simon, Josh, and North were currently walking in the streets of Detroit. The trio took to the streets in hopes to find lost or abused androids who needed safety from humanity. With only being able to help a handful of their people within a couple of hours, the three sat on a bench and watched as humans and machines passed them. No one questioned as to why the three androids had no masters and why they wandered the streets.

“Y'know, Josh and I told you our stories. What’s yours, Simon?” North suddenly asked. The female android only wished to end the silence between them.

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echoes-of-the-clockwork: Detroit: Become Human Simon x Reader A/n: First Simon one shot! He...

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 18:40:10 -0400

echoes-of-the-clockwork:

Detroit: Become Human Simon x Reader

A/n: First Simon one shot! He deserves some love! Love you all!!!

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~(Y/n)’s POV~

“Are you alright, (Y/n)? You seem stressed,” Simon said as I laid down on the couch with a frown plastered on my face. I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.

Tossing the pillow aside, I sat up and glanced at Simon. “I am stressed! My dad’s visiting tomorrow and he doesn’t approve of andriods. I tried to lie to him, but he didn’t buy it. I know he’s gonna want me to get rid of you, but I refuse to do that!” I grabbed the pillow again and threw it across the apartment. “He’s such an asshole!”

Simon sat down next to me and placed a caring hand on my knee. “It’ll be alright, (Y/n).”

I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder. “I hope so, Simon.”

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echoes-of-the-clockwork: Detroit: Become Human Markus x Reader [3] A/n: More Markus incoming! Love...

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 18:10:02 -0400

echoes-of-the-clockwork:

Detroit: Become Human Markus x Reader [3]

A/n: More Markus incoming! Love you all!!!

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~(Y/n)’s POV~

I pace back and forth in the interrogation room. My nerves were causing my anxiety as I ran a shaky hand through my (h/c) locks. A group of police officers had barged into my home and arrested me for helping the leader of Jericho, Markus. I had known him because he was once Carl Manfred’s android, who was my neighbor before he was taken to the hospital a few days ago.

Sighing, I sat down in the cold, metal chair and rested my elbows on the table. I was about to shout when the door opened and a man I remembered as Officer Reed entered. A scowl plagued his face as he sat down in the chair across from me. “Why the hell would a human be helping these damned machines?”

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echoes-of-the-clockwork: Detroit: Become Human Markus x Reader A/n: I’m surprised how quickly the...

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 18:02:59 -0400

echoes-of-the-clockwork:

Detroit: Become Human Markus x Reader

A/n: I’m surprised how quickly the first one shot was read. Now, I bring you Markus! I literally just copy these from my Wattpad account.

⚠️SLIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!⚠️

Love you all!!!

~✨Celestial✨~

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~(Y/n)’s POV~

Welcome, (Y/n).

The door opens for me and I thank the automated voice. I place my jacket on the coat rack and headed into the living room. “Dad?”

I placed the box of Bellini Paints on the glass cabinet before searching the house. In the kitchen, everything was spotless as usual. I left the room and moved to upstairs. When I was about to check Dad’s room, the door opened. Markus and I almost ran into each other, but I quickly stepped out of the way.

“Good morning, (Y/n),” he greets me with a smile.

“Good morning to you, too, Markus. How’s my dad?”

“Carl is well. We’re about to head to the studio if you’d like to join us.”

“I’d love to. Also, I’ve got him a present.” I place a finger over my lips. “Make sure to keep it a secret.”

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