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Maybe your kid’s would like this one?

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once i figure out how to argue without crying its over for u bitches

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teenage us were braver than any US Marine

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I love going to Olive Garden to get bred

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Transition from Bucky to the Winter Soldier:

01. longing: first word. trigger of the process. he screams, not from pain, but horror because he is still aware of what’s happening to him and knows what comes next. 

02. rusted: sense of hopelessness kicks in. realization that he cannot escape the chains, knowing he will turn into a puppet, a monster.

03. seventeen:  tries to breathe, to stay focused, calm, to slow down the process, but knows it’s inevitable.

04. daybreak: first painful trigger. word that can be connected to the torture he is enduring or painful memory from the long lost past. tries with everything he has to hold onto his soul.

05. furnace: the winter soldier is trying to come to the surface, we see last real struggle of bucky barnes to stay himself.

06. nine: takes five words to delete bucky barnes from existence, but the process is not over just yet. pain is gone, and so are memories, heart, soul of someone who was not so long ago kind and loyal. the winter soldier hasn’t shown his face yet, this is in between phase, where shell of a human being is full of rage. wrath is first emotion that leads to the winter soldier.

07. benign: slowly becomes blank piece of paper that is ready for the last words before turning into a weapon. doesn’t struggle any longer, hands are not trying to break free, he is where he belongs.

08. homecoming: body is giving its all not to become the other, more vindictive, vicious, dangerous person. there is no bucky, just one last piece of conscious human mind trying not to give into torture. first sighting of the winter soldier. ultimate trigger that pushes him to the surface.

09. one: next to last stage. no conscious mind left. shaking and trembling have stopped. breathing slows down. machine is born.

10. freight car: words attached to his death, symbolize death of a human being, friend, brother, loved one, and birth of the weapon. every emotion, memory, sense of being self aware is buried deep down and it will take a long time before any of those resurface again. breathes in new air. eyes become dead. the winter soldier is ready for orders.

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Fun Little Depression Things That Piss Everyone Else Off

- Forgetting literally everything from phone calls to visits to where you put your wallet(I just had it I swear )

- Needing 12 hours of sleep everyday but only in the middle of the day

- Void days

- “I’ll clean my room tomorrow” everyday

- eating everything or nothing

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Unmute !

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How it feels to get a comment on your fic

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Well Matched

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Summary: “You’re sparring with Bucky and putting up a good fight. You let him slam you into the mat, and he puts his hand to your throat. Turns out you like that.” Warnings: language, smut (foreplay, language, light d/s themes) If you are under 18 you should not be reading this.

Grunts, coupled with the occasional snarl. A flurry of kicks, jabs, uppercuts, lowercuts, feet stamping on the mats and once in a while on your opponent’s foot. Controlled breathing, racing heart, tingles of adrenaline rushing straight through to your fingertips as you hook your arm around his elbow and throw him off-balance.

But like a cat, Bucky Barnes seems always to land on his feet.

You break away from him with a pout and wipe your neck with your shirt. A moment’s respite, one you wouldn’t get in the field.

“Most people would’ve been knocked over by that,” you say.

“Sure,” Bucky says, casually. He’s still, relaxed, calm. Hasn’t even broken a sweat. His gray sweatpants are absolutely dry, not to mention slung extra low on his hips. The bastard. “But you didn’t choose to spar with most people.”

“My mistake,” you growl, charging him.

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#marvel #bucky barns x reader #Bucky Barnes #18+ only

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peters room is next to yours and buckys so he gets quite the soundtrack when you guys are going at it

please, this is the request i got when i was away on work and it nearly made me drop my cigarette x

Peter lay buried in his pillows, on the side of his bed pressed against the wall. His ear was also pressed against that same wall, the sounds clearly traveling through the thin and cool plaster.

“You’re my pretty girl, aren’t you?”

Hearing Bucky’s voice made the hairs on Peter’s arms stand on end. He closed his eyes to visualize the scene that would be unfolding just a wall away. He ran his long fingers along his thigh, lightly winding himself up.

“Only your girl, Bucky.”

Hearing your softer register was enough to drive him wild. He could imagine the way your sweet lips would pout as you spoke. He knew the exact position you’d be in right now.

Kneeling before the tall man, him only covered by a pair of tight black briefs. You weren’t much better, lacy red lingerie set only just and only covering your most intimate parts. Bucky ran his fingers along the side of your face, thumb resting on your lower lip.

Peter brought his hand to the waistband of his sweatpants, toying with whether or not he should wait it out. Should he tease himself, palming his length through the material. His whole chest tensing up as he saw a spot of wetness forming on his bottoms.

Bucky grabbed your hair, pulling your face forward and pressing your cheek against his thigh. He trailed you along, like you were his pet. Your lips pursed and pressed small kisses on the outline of his thick length. Your mouth watered at the thought of getting it down your throat. Bucky tipped his head back, mouth falling open at the feeling of your mouth.

“Just like that, be a good girl for me.”

Peter’s breathing hitched, palm going down firmly on his bulge. The way Bucky spoke to you made Peter’s head spin. Call him crazy, but his one desire wasn’t to fuck you. He doesn’t want to join. He just wants to watch. One day he’ll get there, he’ll sit on that armchair in the corner of your room and watch.

His mind drifts back to the ways he’d sneak through this tower, unnoticed and as quiet as possible. Just the other day, you and Bucky had been in the gym all the way on the bottom floor. Peter snuck into your room, sat in that exact armchair and pulled a pair of your panties to his nose.

In that moment he was there, he was watching Bucky pound you from behind. You’d whip your head up and your hair would splay out like a halo. You’d grip those sheets and let out a deafening moan, Peter would come to the view of your total exposure.

Bucky scooped you up in his arms, laying you back on the bed. He rolled his hips, grinding his length into the heat between your thighs. You couldn’t help but cry out his name as you felt the wetness coming out the sides of your thin panties.

Your man made no trouble in peeling the tiny article down your legs, he brought it to his face and took a deep inhale. It made your eyes roll back, he was so vulgar but you couldn’t get enough. Two metal fingers tickled gently at your pussy, feeling just how ready you were for what was to come.

Peter thanked whatever was above for his heightened senses, he could hear everything. He could hear the way your breathing changed when Bucky would touch you. He could hear Bucky’s deepest growls when he looked into your eyes.

He allowed his hand to nudge under his waistband, running along his cock. The soft skin running against his fingers and making the softest breaths escape his lips. He knew Bucky’s senses weren’t unlike his own, he had to be careful to keep all noises to an absolute minimum.

He’d always fantasized about Bucky catching him, dragging him into the bedroom and forcing him to watch. Forcing Peter to see the way Bucky pleasured his girlfriend. A punishment likened to a blessing.

Bucky’s hands both came up to grab one of your thighs each, the soft skin contorting under the pressure of his fingers. He gently pushed into your opening, leaning his body down so you were chest to chest. You cried at the stretch, the fire that burnt when he entered you.

He slowly moved his hips, letting you adjust as he took in your expression. Eyes shut and mouth in the perfect “o.” Bucky could do this all day, just seeing how gorgeous you looked when you were drinking it all in. Your hands splayed against his shoulder blades and you brought your lips to his ear.

“Fuck me, Bucky.”

As soon as Peter heard the words, he gave his first flick of the wrist. He brought his hand up and over the head, spreading the precome along his length. His other hand gently cupped his balls, rolling the soft skin around and feeling the way it built pressure in his abdomen.

He sometimes liked to think of what it would be like if the tables were turned. You and Bucky sat on the bed, eyes fully trained on Peter as he pleasured himself. The way your doe eyes would fall into a squint, lips plump from being bitten. Bucky’s cool disposition would give Peter the adrenaline he needed. 

You’d whisper him praise, telling him how well he was doing and how beautiful he looked. He could imagine the way your voice would sound, crawling into his brain and staying there for centuries. Bucky would degrade him, put him down and make him squirm. He’d remind him who the real man was, who was the one that really fucked hard. The thought drove Peter insane, that would be his ultimate treat.

Bucky pushed your thighs up, your knees going to your chest. His thrusts sped up well and truly, long strokes hitting your g-spot nice and easy. Your mind was a haze and all you seemed to be capable of was moaning, moaning Bucky’s name. The way he fucked you so hard, so well. He was never more beautiful to you then when he had a firm hold of you and was putting you in your place.

Bucky firmly planted his feet to get more leverage. Watching you spread out in front of him like a platter was always too much, he had to garner all his control to not come right there. You always looked so inviting, like you were put on this earth to make him happy and you were just doing your job.

“You like opening up for daddy?” His voice traveled throughout the room. “Letting me pound you like this?”

Peter squeaked a moan, entirely unintentional but nothing he could do. Those words made the bumps rise on the back of his neck. He couldn’t keep it within himself when he heard something like that. All he wanted was to see what it looked like. He had a fair idea, but he wanted more.

Peter always wanted more, he always pushed the envelope. Some nights he could be found crouched outside the bedroom door, openly masturbating in the hallway. The thought of maybe being caught only acted as gasoline to the fire. What would happen if he was caught? Would Bucky hit him? Would you deny him…something?

You brought your fingers to your clit, rolling it around and making your back arch. You knew there was absolutely no way this would last much longer. The long strokes Bucky was delivering were sending you to another planet. Just the way his jaw tensed, hair hung in his face.

Bucky pulled you in hard with each thrust, eager to have you coming around him. He wanted to see the purse of your lips, hear the sound of your cries. He’d take you as hard as he could, as long as he got to see you unravel for him. He snapped his hips wildly, watching you bounce underneath him.

“Yes, Bucky! You own this pussy.”

Peter nearly choked on his tongue, tugging himself hard at that comment. It was obvious from the other times he’d listened, Bucky didn’t play when it came to plowing you into the mattress. There were areas everyone was skilled in, Bucky’s was the bedroom and there was no debate.

Peter could feel the sheen of sweat on his forehead, he knew good and well what was approaching. He always tried to hold it out, come in unison with you two but it was often and impossible challenge. He got so sensitive at the sounds, unable to hold anything in.

“Are you going to come for your daddy?” Bucky tested, thrusting so hard the headboard collided with the wall.

“Yes, daddy!” 

“The come, let me hear it.”

Your eyes squeezed shut and you felt the wave rising from your toes all the way to your head. A high pitched moan emanated from your lips, having no control over yourself as you felt that well needed release hit. Bucky rode it out, still delivering sharp thrusts as you milked him.

Peter groaned, thrusting up into his fist. His eyes squeezed shut and he tired his hardest to keep his cool. The way you sounded just lit a fire inside him, he didn’t know what else to do. He eagerly fucked his own hand, other hand gripping his bed sheets.

Bucky powered through, knowing he was close behind. His breathing started to change, thrusts getting just a bit sloppy and soon his chest was back to yours. He let out the most delicious moan into your ear, making you involuntarily clench around him as he came. You felt him release into you, filling you up and making you cry out.

Peter stuttered, hips bucking up as he shot onto his chest and hand. His pathetic little whimpers slipped out of his lips, covered in his own seed. He let himself gather his thoughts, head tipping back against the other wall. He climbed off the bed to go get into the shower, thinking over the events.

You lay with Bucky on top of you, his length softening inside you as he got his breath back. You ran your fingers through his hair and down his back.

“Do you think he enjoyed this one too?”

“No doubt, I could hear it all.” 

#oml #marvel #18+ only #bucky barns x reader #Bucky Barns #peter parker

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Daddy

A/N:Hello! If you couldn’t tell, this is about daddy kinks! A few of my followers have been requesting this, so I thought I’d pull through. Not something I’d usually write about, but what the heck.

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and the reader are in the early stage of their relationship. During a night of fun Dean accidentally slips that he has a daddy kink. The reader wants to know more and things get interesting…

Warnings: sex, rough play, daddy kink.

One thing you’ve always liked about Dean, his lips. When he’d tug at his bottom lip with his teeth or when they’d curl into a devilish smirk you knew you were about to get it. You can’t help but stare at them as he sits across from you.

“Hey!” he snaps wiggling his fingers in front of your face to draw your attention.

“My eyes are up here sweetheart.”

You giggled and took another sip of your beer.

“Don’t act like you’re not trying to turn me on, Winchester.”

“If I was trying to turn you on we wouldn’t be sitting here at this table. We’d be in there.” He pointed in the direction of his bedroom.

You shuffled the books and papers that were in front of you. “Speaking of, do you wanna go to bed? I’m not getting anywhere with this lore. I need a little more sleep and a little less beer.”

“Any excuse to get in bed with you honey.”

“Oh, shut up.” You really were just trying to go to bed. You picked up everything you had on the table and carried it back to Deans room. You practically slept in there every night, even though you had your own room. You set everything next to a stack of more books on the bedside table. Dean always said pants were optional in his bed, so you usually slept in his zeppelin T-shirt and underwear.

“Hey honey” Dean spoke up and you were about to get under the covers. “Unless you wanna get it tonight I’d put on a little more than that.” There it was. That devilish little smirk.

“Sorry daddy, don’t punish me.” You joked. However, when you looked at him out of the corner of your eye you saw him biting on his lip. “Do you like that?” you questioned.

“Wh-? Uh like what?” He stuttered and stumbled.

“You totally have a daddy kink!”

His lips kept moving as if he was going to protest, but he said nothing. His freckle infested cheeks were a bright red.

“I do not!” He finally spit out.

“Okay… my bad I guess.” You smiled. He totally had a daddy kink. “You know, I wouldn’t be opposed to it, if you did. But, if you don’t then I guess i’ll drop it.”

“What do you mean you wouldn’t be opposed?” He spoke up.

“Well, I mean it’s all about dominance. You, me, and the rest of the world all knows you’re super dominant. Being called daddy is just another layer of that.”

He knit his fingers into the hair on the back of his head. “Yeah, makes sense I guess.”

“I knew it!” You smirked.

“Whatever” He sighed as if it wasn’t a big deal anymore. His lip was still ever so slightly curled as he got comfy under the covers. Just you jokingly calling him daddy turned him on. You could tell.

You slid into bed and cuddled up to him. For a minute or two you just laid there in his arms and thought. He had a reaction to just you saying it jokingly. You wondered how he’d react if you said it in a more serious tone. Your thoughts trailed some more and before you knew it you were pushing your hips back so your butt was pressing up on his boxers. His sleepy eyes turned up in a smile and he began kissing the top of your shoulder gently. Tracing his finger tips across your arm. you turned over on your back and Dean supported himself on his elbows so he was on top of you. He brushed his lips against yours. Then, ever so gently kissed you.

“C’mon daddy” You pipped up before rolling your hips against his. “Be rough with me.”

He was a little taken back, but quickly replied. “What do you say?” You could tell he was eager.

“Please?” You pouted with another squirm of your hips.

His teeth tore at his bottom lip and he let out a pleased “Fuck” Before passionately placing his lips on yours. 

A/N: Reblog/comment if you want more! I’ll do a continuation of this if you guys like it. I wanna test this out before i fully dive in!

#dean x reader #18+ only #daddy kink #oof #dean winchester #reader insert

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I don’t know who needs to hear this, but don’t be racist during the COVID-19 scare.

My mom’s friend was out shopping when a (very not asian) woman came up and started berating her for not wearing a mask. Asian businesses in my area are suffering. Some people are refusing to interact with anyone who looks Asian.

Asian-Americans have been through racism already. We’re fucking sick of it. We’re not flea-infested rats; we are actual people who most likely have never been to China.

And if you’re not Asian and see someone being racist and giving a poor schmuck a hard time for having squinty eyes and dark hair, tell them to knock it off and they’re being a butt.

NON ASIANS PLEASE REBLOG

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Dean and Castiel in the bunker’s kitchen.