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Spoilers for No Way Home Trailer
I’m in fucking tears over the fact that everyone’s been picturing Doctor Strange as the ‘tired dad’ forced to deal with all the shit Wanda, Loki, Sylvie, and Peter caused when in reality he’s an honorary member of the One Braincell Gang™️ fucking the multiverse up lmao like let’s be real they’re all just causing chaos no one is fixing anything
Are these two under the impression that when the school year ends they will high five and say we had some great times! Have a great life?
I wouldn’t put it past them to actually do this while they’re both secretly crying inside without the other knowing
Ben and Rey at her graduation: "Let's go our separate ways as platonic pals! High five!" Later: *anguished sobbing into a pint of ice cream*
This is big “Rey I lo—” “You loathe me, I knew it” energy
Proposal by Any Other Name, by LucidLucy (On AO3)
Undercover (Under Covers)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve goes undercover for a mission. It involves some… aesthetic changes.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Smut, my dudes! Just a short thing, though. No minors please.
A/N: Just like my last two fics, blame Chris Evans. Someone take his instagram account away, please. I need to live. I wrote this in 20 minutes it might not be that great but idc idc I need to get this off my mind. I’m gonna go eat chinese food now byeeee!
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The feeling of the mattress dipping wakes you up.
Then, it’s the familiar heat of a body that runs just a little bit too warm most days, a strong hand slipping over your waist to rest on your belly. The soft press of slightly chapped lips to your exposed shoulder, mouth tracing the collar of a shirt that’s a bit too big on you but just the right size for him.
“You’re back,” you mumble in the dim bedroom. Turning over on your back, the body behind you makes space, hazy orange light turning those icy eyes a different shade of blue. “‘M sorry, I wanted to stay up—”
As your gaze takes in more of him — pink mouth shadowed by his beard, the freckles on his throat, and the miles of naked, hairy, marked skin — the words die in your throat.
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Hold Me Closer
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Kinktober Prompt: Touch
Word Count: 947
Warnings: softness and a little bit of sexy, sad boy Bucky
AN: Okay so this technically isn’t a Kinktober prompt. But I needed a break from writing all the hard sexy stuff and just wanted some comfort kink I suppose.
“Can I… join you?”
Blinking sleepily you looked up from the tangled mess of sheets and blankets on your bed. James Barnes stood at the edge of your bed, coffee color hair skewed on one side, wearing just a pair of lime green boxer briefs and a haunted look in his too wide eyes.
The mans stance looked just a little too flighty as he shifted nervously from one foot to the other and it took a moment for your sleep addled brain to register what it was he just asked for.
“Yeah,” you croaked, lifting the edge of the blanket, beckoning him underneath. “Climb in, Buck.”
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Bucky: Lands gracefully with his metal arm
Steve: DO A BARREL ROLL
Dark Reylo <3
I want to read your version of everything between "Good." and "In the woods. I got lost." I'm pretty sure there were leaves falling that day if that helps with the theme XD
Four hours, twenty-six minutes, and eight second later Caroline almost though her legs hurt. The stamina that Klaus had was impressive, but she supposed that after being alive for a thousand years, he was bound to pick up a trick or two. Even with Tyler, who was also a hybrid, she never experienced such a sex marathon before. Part of her wanted to tell him they were done, her body unable to take any more but then he would smirk at her and she found herself pinning him to the ground.
This time, Klaus was on his back and Caroline’s head was bobbing up and down as her mouth took his shaft deeply as she could. Her tongue swirled around him, sending vibrations through him as his teeth nipped at her clit as she moaned. Her knees dug into the ground while Klaus continued to eat at her.
The obscene noises that could be heard among the trees only made Caroline feel even more sensitive. Her body ached with need and exhaustion all at the same time, yet she found that she just could not get enough of him. As Klaus bit down on her clit, sending his venom through her body, Caroline let go of his shaft and cried out in pleasure.
Klaus gripped her hips and turned her over, so she was laying on her back against the falling leaves. She spread her legs widely and Klaus seethed his way into her. She had gotten used to his fast pace by this point. She was shattered around him, bruised by his pounding and her voice hoarse at the amount of screaming she had done.
“Bite me Caroline, you need my blood.” Klaus groaned into her ear. It was not the first time that night he had bit her, using his venom in order to mix pain with pleasure. It was something she could only experience with him and he was more than willing to offer up his blood for her. Blood sharing was intimate and something she had never done but part of Caroline knew that deep down, she would track Klaus down when she was ready.
Black veins appeared under her eyes and she bit into his neck deeply. His blood pooled into her mouth as Klaus continued to thrust in and out of her. The intoxicating taste of him mixed with the feeling of him fucking her sent her into a tailspin. She had lost count at the amount of times she had come for him, but she knew that there were a few times that she completely blacked out.
This being one of those times.
“Sweetheart?” Klaus’s voice sounded as her eyes fluttered open. She turned to look at Klaus who was peered down at her with a very smug smile. Caroline groaned and moved her hand in order to flip him off. That only caused him to chuckle deeply. “Rest up. Feed from me if you need to. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Seriously? It’s been like what? Almost five hours? The sun has gone down! You cannot still be horny?”
Klaus chuckled darkly again, his lips trailing over her body lightly as she started at him in disbelief. It did not help that her body had become so entuned with him that it was responding to lips. She whimpered as his hands brushed against her core but did not dive in further. She was sensitive and while she could feel her arousal beginning to pool between her legs, the mere thought of having him inside her again almost hurt.
Then again, she had thought the same thing two hours previously and they were still here.
“It will be a very long time until I have you at my mercy again Caroline. I plan on savoring every second of this evening with you. Who knows when you’ll come knocking on my door? In a year? Two? Ten? Sixty? It will happen but until then, I must be patient. Trust me, Love. I will be reliving this night over and over.”
“You sound so sure that I’ll be coming to find you.” Caroline panted as Klaus’s teeth nipped at her hipbone. She laid back against the forest floor, staring at the stars up above feeling boneless and tired; enjoying the sensual feelings Klaus was causing her. “Who is to say that this is not a one off?”
“Because I’ve ensured it.” Klaus crawled up her body and peered down into her eyes. “I’ve written myself all over your body Caroline. Whenever you take another lover, you will think of me. You will compare them to me. Maybe they will satisfy you, maybe they won’t but in the end, you know that they will never live up to me. You’ll come to me in time and when you do, I’ll want you for eternity.”
“A foundation of a relationship cannot be built on sex.” Caroline replied in a whisper. She had learned that lesson the hard way with Tyler. Whenever they tried to really make it work, everything fell flat. “It’s only part of a relationship, the rest takes real work.”
“I know.” He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I think, Caroline, that I’ve already proven that I would be willing to go the extra mile for you. I’ve shown parts of myself that I thought were long buried, because of you.” He kissed her again. “Just know that I’ll be waiting for you show up on my door, however long it takes.”
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
The Secret Garden (1993), dir. Agnieszka Holland
me? opening a 100k+ fic to avoid the crushing weight of existence? more likely than you think.
The music ended with a flourish just as Rey finished her last fouette. She collapsed to the floor with a groan; Leia hadn’t been joking when she said Rey had her work cut out for her.
Rey huffed out a laugh. The Black Swan. She was the Black Swan - after sleepless nights, early mornings, triple shifts and pair after pair of battered pointe shoes, she’d finally made it. Two more weeks, and she’d be in the Royal Opera House.
Rey lay on the floor, the hardwood cool under the wings of her shoulder blades, until she felt like she could move again. Eventually, she dragged herself over to her bag and started to unpick the ribbons, making a mental note to order a new pair of shoes. She’d been staying late - too late, Finn would mutter as he made them breakfast in their dingy hovel of a flat - every night this week, wanting to get every line, every step, every breath perfect for opening night.
Lost in thought, Rey startled as she belatedly realised that she had her back to the mirror. Call her mad, but it was an age-old superstition of hers: never have your back to the mirror after practice. Especially at night. After hours.
Alone.
Which is why she nearly jumped a foot in the air when a voice cut through the silence and the soft crackle of the studio stereo, deep and rich.
“Need a hand?"
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Canon-ish. Klaus is somehow back from the dead several years after his (stupid and unnecessary) death and he shows up on Caroline's door (or whereever Caroline happens to be). Make it smluffy pleeeeeassee (smut/fluff). Not directly fall related but I'm sure it could take place in the fall. 💜
Okay, this is more FLUFFY than smutty but I hope it hits the right spots.
Caroline inhaled the scent of her pumpkin spice coffee that warmed her hands as she gazed out her bay window as the leaves fell to the ground. The colors were changing and the weather growing cooler. Lizzie and Josie were safe, the merge having been prevented and they were off on their own at separate universities. Even Hope had found peace in traveling the world from place to place with her aunt Rebekah. Caroline settled down in a small New England town and was slowly enjoying her retirement. She decorated her small house on a boring street, preparing to hand out candy in a few days when the small children came knocking.
Knock. Knock.
Caroline pulled herself from her musings of pumpkins and candy and kicked off the blanket covering her legs and made her way towards the front door, wondering who it could be since trick or treat night was still a few days away. When she opened the door and was greeted with fierce blue eyes, sandy blonde girls and dimples that made her heart stop after all these years.
“Trick or treat, Love.” Klaus Mikaelson was standing in front of her and yet it should not be possible. He was dead. Dying senselessly for his daughter and yet he stood in front of her as he did that day in the bar in New Orleans. “I suppose your silence means that Hope did not call you. I thought she might have but my daughter is stubborn. She refused to accept that I was gone and with the help of Freya and Rebekah they found-“
Klaus’s words were cut off because Caroline reached for his Henley and pulled him inside the house. She slammed her lips to his and molded herself to him, kissing him for everything that he was worth. She had spent years hating herself for never giving in to him and letting that chance slip by. She wasn’t going to let that happen again.
“No talking. Not yet. Just kiss me.” Klaus tossed her that smirk she had missed so desperately after he had died. She slammed her door shut, knowing full well that she had given Mrs. Gibbons enough fuel to spread around the neighborhood and shoved Klaus up against it. Klaus returned her kiss feverishly and picked her up so her legs could wrap around his waist. He stumbled into the living room and tossed Caroline onto the sofa in front of the bay window.
They discarded their clothes quickly, neither one willing to mess with foreplay. Klaus looked down at her as though he was a starving man and the sight of just how much he did love her caused tears to prickle in Caroline’s eyes. She reached up for him and brought him down to lay on top of her. Klaus lined himself up with her and pushed inside; taking his time as he loved her. His thrusts were slow and thoughtful, basking in every moan and whimper she gave.
Caroline reached down between them in order to circle her nub as Klaus thrusted into her. The sofa was scraped on the floor beneath them, creaking to the point that Caroline thought it might break with the rocking. If it did, Caroline found that she did not care for she could only focus on the pleasure Klaus was creating between her legs and how he whispered how much he loved her over and over into ear. Klaus was driving her insane that when she shattered around him, his still whispered all the promises he had made to her in her ear.
When they were done, Klaus lay on his back as Caroline draped herself over him with a warm blanket to cover them both. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat; a sound she knew that she would never stop seeking out. Klaus was alive, in her arms and happy.
“How long?”
“A couple weeks. I wanted to spend some time with Hope before seeking you out.” Caroline nodded, not offended in the least that he would choose his daughter first. “She gave me your address and said she would pop in after a few weeks. Maybe for Thanksgiving. I was hoping we could have everyone here. You, me, Rebekah, Freya, Keelan, Kol, Davina, Hope, Lizzie and Josie. All of them before we grow sick of them and send them away.”
“You’re staying?” Caroline propped her head up on her hand and gazed down at him. She had not really thought on what they would do, she was too busy wrapping her mind around the fact that he was alive. “Here? With me?”
“The rest of the world thinks I’m dead, Sweetheart. Perhaps I will use that to my advantage in order to live a nice quiet life in a small New England town with the woman I love for a few years or decades before letting the world know that the Hybrid is alive and well.”
“Like a retirement?”
“Yeah. A retirement.”
Adam Driver on Saturday Night Live, September 29th, 2018.
I love how effortlessly cool he is. The way he rocks a simple shirt or plain hoodie pairing it up with fashionable sneakers. He enters a room and he captivates it just by being himself and that is truly inspiring ✨✨
The right path.
