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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s), Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton Additional Tags: Recovery, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Bucky Barnes, Stark Tower, Bruce is not that kind of doctor, Depression, Mental Health Issues, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

"We all flirt with the tiniest notion, of self conclusion in one simplified motion. You see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on this. No matter how unbearable this misery gets."

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bitches be like “im a writer” and then don’t write anything for 8 months

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She laid on the halo deck, the synthesized sun warm on her back. she was completely oblivious to the set of eyes on her form from the door.

Her mind ran at warp 5. She should have been there to stop them. Perhaps then, she could have saved Michael the heartache, the loss of another captain.

“You think so loud.”

She didn’t startle, just laid her head on its side and pitched her voice to carry.

“It’s not polite to stare.”

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My collection of clothing references for writing. 

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(Semi) Master List of Character Motivations

Things a character can want to have, achieve, stop, modify, maintain, satisfy,  or be.

perfection 

avoid physical conflict

avoid internal conflict

avoid intrapersonal conflict

attention

legacy

respect

identity/autonomy

revenge

justice

validation

power & control

duty

destruction/chaos

overcome fear

fame

family

pain

purpose

adventure

freedom

happiness

status quo/normalcy

jealousy

right their wrongs

cheat death

fortune

death

destination

self-doubt

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Thigh Riding M’Baku

Inspired by @pocmarvelworks . This is my first headcanon (?). Be Gentle!

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[Inktober day 16] Angular

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Venom x Eddie ~

This ship is just so…ahbzkzbajsbz

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by verulam (krynon)

Fruit is new, and so is the meeting of tentacle and tongue inside him, splitting him in half and drenching him in fullness, and Venom is everything in a way that makes him wrecked.

“There’s something comforting about it, almost, something strangely familiar about being one-and-together and part and parcel of this great being-

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Eddie says, breathlessly, through a mouthful of Venom-stuff that vibrates around his tongue in a way that makes him groan.”

Words: 3529, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Venom (Movie 2018)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Eddie Brock, Eddie Brock | Venom

Relationships: Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote

Additional Tags: all the way through, Tentacles, Tentacle Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

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Disorderly

A/N: Yeah I basically use fanfiction as my diary, these days. Something incredibly similar to this happened to me last night and I felt like this was the best way to complain about it. Also, this is my thank you to the single Black security guard who intervened to help me. I hope he is blessed with all of the macaroni and cheese sounding pussy he can ever handle. (Or whatever his preference is. I don’t know.)

Reader is Black. If you enjoy my writing, please reblog.

Summary: Erik is a security guard at a VERY white bar/club.

CW: micro-aggression, racial fetishization, men just being general fucking creeps, drunken fuckery and sexual harassment

Will Smith’s “Getting’ Jiggy Wit It” bumped through the speakers as your car sped across the bridge. You and your roommate Elana had decided to head to the beach that weekend and finally soak in some of the summer sun.

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Telling Erik you’re having quadruplets 💀

- “You said huh.” 

- “Quadruplets”

“You said what?”

- “Four babies. Theres four in here Erik.”

-”In where?”

“In here, in my stomach.”

- “Whats in there?”

- “Babies. Are you having a stroke?” 

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Sugarplum || Sam Wilson x Reader

AN: Just…fluffy smutty smut on this Holy day. Smfh. Y'all are enablers I swear…

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“Come on sugsrplum. Please? Pleeeease. I’ll take whatever you don’t sell tonight.” Sam begged literally on his knees while you tried to ignore him and whisk your meringue properly.

“Sam…” You sigh with a smile so he knows you not actually as annoyed as you’ve been pretending to be.

“I just want to bring something nice and you’re the best. You KNOW you are girl.” He flatters standing now he scurries to wash his hands and carries the pies you’ve finished to the oven which you’re holding open and setting a timer on. “One of my patients is moving into his own place and even got a date. Just want to show him some love.”

“And you can’t make your own?” You ask crossing your arms.

Sam smiles and brushes a little flour from your face. You blush and look down at the floor.

“You know I’ll fuck it up somehow. Now, if you want to help me…” He grins now. He knows he has you.

Even with the excessive amount of baking you do for the wildly successful bakery and Cafe you own, you could never resist baking something for him. Especially not for the VA that had been so good to you and Sam.

Your brother Riley and Sam had been partners and best friends for years before he died in combat. You had been the only person to tell and Sam made sure it was him that told you. After Riley’s funeral you didn’t see Sam for years in which you started college for your degree in business and culinary arts. A year before graduation Sam showed up at your condo in tears. Apologizing for disappearing. Telling you about the reckless things he’d done in the field. He tells you he’s been put on leave.

You remember you dragged him inside and made him help you make dough for pizza. You laughed together, remembered Riley, drank beer and then he pulled you to the couch and held you while he slept well for the first time in years. In the morning the two of you made breakfast and he promised he’d be around.

That was almost 4 years ago. Recently though you’d been going out together. Sharing slow kisses. It was almost as if your relationship had melted into something else.

Sam startled you from your thoughts by lifting your fave to look at him am doing kissing you slowly.

“Is my girl going to help me out?” He asks brushing an errant curl from your face.

“Your girl?”

“Mine sugarplum.” He says and he sounds so sure that you lean into him. “Pretty sure you’ve been mine for longer than you know.” He kisses you again and you laugh shoving him away to try and gain some level footing.

“Fine. I’ll make you cupcakes.” You say. “BUT you’re helping.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Of course.” He kisses your cheek. “I’m going to go help Jennifer close up.”

“Thank you.” You say and turn to catch his lips.

By the time you’re locking the door behind your assistant it’s late. The street is quiet and so is the bakery. Except for Sam’s humming along to the radio in back. You laugh softly and push through the double doors into your haven.

The kitchen lights have been dimmed and Sam is shimmying and shaking around drying mixing bowls and you’re filled with such a bone deep contentment and love watching him.

“Having fun?”

He turns and wiggles over to you cracking you up. He takes your hand and dances you around to a couple of songs the two of you laughing and goofing around while you gather ingredients.

“OK OK OK focus…stooooop…” You laugh as Sam peppers kisses over your neck.

“I am focused.” He murmurs against your neck.

“I though you needed cupcakes.” You say weakly.

“You’re right.” He clears his throat and backs away. “Alright baby. Show me how it’s done.”

You grinned and hopped up onto the table in the center of the room.

“I’m not doing a damn thing.” You kick your feet and lean your hands behind you. “I’m going to boss you around. And you’re going to make your own cupcakes.” He grins up at you.

“Alright sugarplum.” He washes his hands and does everything he is told.

The cupcakes are baked and you direct him in how to mix the frosting.

“OK start the butter on low then slowly SLOWLY SAM…”

“Alright woman.” He says furrowing his brow and adding the sugar slowly. He grins as the frosting comes together. “Now add the vanilla bean and the orange zest…right?”

You beam at him.

“Exactly right.”

He shakes his ass at you in victory and you laugh.

“Here.” He holds out a finger and you smile at him sucking the frosting off slowly. Your tongue winding around the long digit before pulling away with a pop. “Jesus…girl. Quit playing.”

“It’s good.” You say with a coy smile. He surged forward and kisses you breathless holding you by the hips.

He works his hands up the back of your shirt and grips your soft sides with a groan. His hands are sticky and work fast ridding you of your apron shirt and bra quickly.

His eyes are on yours and you watch them slowly look down.

“I need you to know that…I’ve been trying damn hard to take my time with you.” He murmurs his hand cupping you breast. “But I don’t think I want to take my time now.”

“Sam…I want you.” You say honestly. “I’ve always wanted you.”

He kisses you softly pulling his own shirt over his head.

“You’re going to get it girl.” He growls.

“So much talk for someone who hasn’t taken my pants off…” You shrug dipping a finger in the frosting and suck it off your own finger.

“I swear to God…” He mutters. You laugh while he kisses the sweet orange cream from your mouth. Somehow he manages to undress you and the cool metal beneath your ass has you arching into him.

“Sam…” You whisper. He’s tugging off his pants and you manage to dip another finger into the frosting bowl. He’s glancing up at you when you catch the head of his hard dick in the frosting collected on your finger.

“You made a mess baby.” He backs up and leans against the counter. “Come clean this up.” He commands.

You hop down and fall to your knees happily smearing the rest of the frosting over his abs. He’s gripping the counter and looking down at you intently.

You grin and leaned up licking at the mess you made on his abs. Hes breathing deeply.

“Fuck…” His head falls back and you brace both hands on his thighs catching his bobbing cock with your mouth. His natural taste mixing with the sugary sweet frosting going straight to your head. You sucked sloppy, slurping and choking using only your mouth on him your nose pressed to his public bone and you could feel the bulge of his dick in your throat.

Sam leaned over and wrapped a hand around your neck while he fucked your throat. He stared in your eyes silently while he used your mouth. Suddenly he pulled away and lifted you in his arms. His mouth pressed into yours.

“That mouth is going to get you in trouble one day.” He murmurs into yours. You don’t have time to respond because he’s letting you fall onto his cock. Your pussy is soaked and swallows him as well as your mouth did.

He uses his grip on your soft ass to bounce you on him. The sound of you both moaning and your flesh slapping against him is more than you can take and your first orgasm hits you suddenly. You tightened around him and bite his shoulder.

“Fuck…I’m going to tear that shit up.” Sam says laying you out on the table you were sitting on earlier and spreading your thighs. He thrust back inside you with a low groan. “Please…Sam.” He fucks into you steadily and you know he’s close when he sits you up to lick and bite your nipples.

“Gooooddamn girl. Imma cum. Give it to me baby. Give. It. To me.” You obey screaming his name and gushing around him.

You’re gripping him so tight inside your body you can feel him cumming in long spurts flooding your pussy.

You take a moment to catch your breath and gasp at him pulling out of your sensitive body. Content to just lay there for a moment you are startled when Sam pushes a thumb go your hole.

You squeal and sit up on your elbows to look at him.

This fool had the stupidest grin when he looks down on you. His thumb presses against.

“Cream filled sugarplum.” He winks. You laugh long and hard.

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I live for domestic fics. That’s all.

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I wonder

So I’ve been wondering if the protest against Bucky and Shuri getting together really have to do with her age in Black Panther, which is well within the age of consent in many countries including the US, and her age in Infinite War is 18 or is it really just protest over the possibility of a white male character being with a black female character. Cause I don’t recall this much protest within fandom like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Twilight, Vampire Dairies,  Games of Thrones, Loveless (even though m/m pairing), Inuyasha, Firefly,  Harry Potter (example: Severus Snape/Harry Pottter, even though m/m pairing), Sailor Moon (example:  Usagi is 14 and Mamoru is a college student), Walking Dead (example: Daryl late 30s to early 40s and Beth is 17), Yuri!!! on Ice (example: Yuri Katsuki/Yuri Plisetsky, even though m/m pairing), and a few more. Also, that is take away from pairing Bucky with Steve, Tony, or Natasha. So what is the real reason, people?

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Just a little short post, based off this prompt

​"You don't fucking listen." I snapped. Tony rolled his eyes and it just made me angrier. "Stop acting like everything I'm saying doesn't matter."

"It does matter." Tony sighed. "I just already fixed it."

"You can't fix everything Tony!"

"I'm a genius- I can fix anything." He shrugged, infuriating me more.

"Oh go fuck yourself-" I hissed angrily, my hand raised as I stepped forward to slap him.Tony caught my wrist, moving faster than I'd realized. 

He stepped closer to me and I stepped back, feeling my back against the wall.Tony leaned down to murmur in my ear. 

"Wanna try that again, sweetheart?"

I felt the blush heat my cheeks and down my neck as Tony watched appreciatively, before chuckling lowly. He took a half step back and I watched as he untied his tie, pulling it from around his neck. 

"Are you going to be good or do I need to tie your hands?" 

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The Promise

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron / Armitage Hux

Words: 801

Warnings: None

Dedicated to @the-armitage-hux based on the prompt, “Poe gets hurt and in the Resistance medbay, Hux refuses to leave his side”.

General Armitage Hux had never feared more for his life than he did when he defected from the First Order. Shame and dread wrapped itself inside of him like vines covered in sharp thorns, and in the back of his mind, his long-dead father had ridiculed him. He assumed that he would be shot on site had he not sent an encrypted transmission to General Organa laying out the conditions of his surrender.

That had been nearly a year ago, and the same fear still seemed to be a constant bedmate - other than the handsome Resistance pilot with a penchant for danger and an irresistible charm. Hux didn’t sleep well despite finding himself a lover, surprisingly among the people he used to consider enemies, and the man that opened comms just to tease him in the past.

If he wasn’t haunted by his past that largely revolved around physical and emotional abuse, he was followed by the phantoms of his choices during his time in the First Order. After Poe came along, he even dreamed that he lost him in violent and awful ways. Sleep had always been scarce for him, and he often wandered the quiet base with BB-8 at his side, chirping away happily. He would watch the sun rise and the base wake up, bringing a cup of caf back to Poe every morning even though Hux was sure the pilot didn’t need it.

The day had started like any other but had ended in a way that Hux had only dreamed about until the moment the troop transport touched down.

He had been in a briefing with General Organa at the time, explaining the inner workings of the First Order’s new weapon they were threatening Coruscant with when they got the news from the medical bay. They had exchanged a brief glance, and Leia nodded, silently allowing Hux to take his leave.

The medbay reeked of smoke with an undercurrent of seared plastic. Both droids and doctors were rushing about, tending to the injured and trying to contain the chaos. Hux’s stomach clenched painfully with worry as green eyes scanned the scene, interrupted only by BB-8’s beeps as it rolled towards him.

“He’s there? Poe?” He asked, following the droid as it weaved through the medbay bedlam and to a quiet corner where Poe was hooked up to several machines.

Hux stared for a moment at his lover, his orange flight suit cut open to reveal several injuries that had already been patched with bacta. His heartbeat was strong and slow in his unconsciousness, and bruising was slowly marring Poe’s olive skin from the inside.

BB-8 chirped sadly and Hux took several steps forward, thin frame settling into the chair beside his bed. The droid tucked itself against his leg and Hux gently rest his hand on top of Poe’s.

“What have you done?” Hux asked softly, “You promised me… you said you would be careful. You said you would be fine.”

BB-8 told him that it had been a surprise attack; a dogfight had ensued and Poe had made an emergency landing on a nearby moon after an engine had blown out. Hux nodded grimly.

It could have been so much worse.

“You’ve never broken a promise to me and you better not start now.” Hux said as a feeling of dread coiled inside of his chest, squeezing.

Poe remained motionless in his bed, chest rising and falling steadily with each breath. Hux had never seen him so still, and terror shot through him without remorse.

“Please,” Hux begged, feeling his eyes begin to burn. “You’re all I’ve ever had. Please, Poe.”

He laid his head down on the bed next to Poe, shoulders shaking as he attempted to hide the weight of emotion crushing him. He didn’t know when sleep claimed him; how long he sat hunched over in the chair with his head near his lover and tear tracks staining his cheeks.

This time the phantoms were still and silent.

“Armitage?”

Hux looked around the pitch black room. He blinked, unable to see his own hand in the darkness that surrounded him. It wrapped itself around him, draping him in cimmerian shade, sinking into every ounce of his being.

“Armitage?”

Hux jolted awake with a hitched breath and shot up in the chair, his hazy mind slowly clearing until he realized it was Poe calling his name. When their eyes met, Poe smiled, his thumb brushing over Hux’s knuckles.

“Poe,” Hux started, his lovers hand coming up to curl in his shirt and draw him down for a kiss.

Hux framed Poe’s face with his hands, kissing back desperately, fingers taking in the very real feeling of his lovers skin. He was warm, and he was alive.

Poe had kept his promise after all.

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this is so cute. so freaking cute. i can’t even.

can you do an hc where you and erik are hanging out and he tries to do your makeup?

“Erik, please don’t have me out here looking like a damn unicorn!” you pleaded.

“It’s not MY fault you’ve got all this sparkly shit, Y/N. No one needs purple eyelids. That was your choice” Erik replied, swatching every product you owned up and down his arm.

He’d interrupted your getting ready routine and insisted he get to help. Deciding that you had enough time to start over again in case he royally fucked you up, you gave him a chance.

“This isn’t paint by number, nigga!” You snatched the 8th lipstick away from him, tiring of watching him decorate his keloid scars. “Do you know how much this costs?! Wasting all my damn money.”

Erik huffed and opened your cushion foundation. He looked at the sponge as if it were some alien creature and you instructed him how to press the foundation lightly on to your face. You were always so amazed at just how delicate he could be. His body was built for destruction and forged through trauma and yet here he was, dabbing a sponge to your chin.

He looked for the concealer for a good 30 seconds before distinguishing it from the rest of your products.

“And that does…” you prompted him.

“Girl, shut it. I know what it does. It’s in the name,” Erik cut you off. “Just close your eyes.”

You raised your eyebrows incredulously.

“If you don’t put your brows back down, I’m wiping em off!” Erik threatened. “Let me do this.”

You closed your eyes and sighed. If there was one thing you didn’t feel like doing again, it was your brows.

You could hear him rustling around your vanity, occasionally mumbling to himself. Suddenly, his enormous palm was pressed against the side of your face. You opened your eyes to see what the hell he called himself doing.

“Closed!” Erik demanded. You snapped your eyes shut, wondering what was coming. You could feel his hot breath on the bridge of your nose and then a felt tip against your eyelid. The air against your nose stopped. He was holding his breath. He was focused.

“Oooooooooweeeee!” he exhaled on to your face. “Wing so sharp it could cut a man. I did that!”

For the next 20 minutes you endured a barrage of brushes, powders, fingertips and the occasional “oh shit” from Erik. You were internally cringing, scared of the final outcome. You mentally located your strongest makeup remover.

“Ok,” Erik hummed.

“Ok?” you parroted, unsure of whether or not you were allowed to look now.

“I present to you, crème de la crème a la Erik!”

You silently counted to three and turned to face the mirror. You gasped out loud and clapped a hand to your mouth.

“ERIK, OH MY GOD!” you yelled. “Baby, this is so good!”

He was positively beaming behind you as you leaned in to the mirror. He was right, the wing was sharp. The blending was done well, and the look was glowy, yet natural. You couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t perfect, no. You could clean up the lip line and fix the other eye, but it was nothing like the train wreck you were anticipating.

“How did you do this!? I don’t think they teach this in the military. Definitely not at MIT!”

Erik smirked, his gold caps glinting, and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just that good.”

Truth is, he learned it from watching you. God, he adored you. He found himself spending a lot of time just staring at you when you weren’t looking. He’d never had a chance to revel in the mundane shit in life before. He liked the way you sorted the mail out loud. He liked how you’d hold on to trash in public until you could find the proper receptacle. He liked the way you did your makeup.

So he memorized you. Just in case, ya know? In case something happened and he couldn’t be with you anymore.

Right now he was memorizing the smile on your face as you posed in the mirror. Just in case.