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Toxophilia (Clint x Reader)Toxophilia (Clint x Reader)
His grip was both firm and gentle on the smooth, hard plastic. He slowly drew back on the thin wire and locked on his target. Total concentration was in those soft grey blue orbs. Then there was sweet release. The thin, light projectile flew through the air and hit its mark dead on.
You savored every moment of it as you watched from the sidelines. Yes, you were watching Clint Barton aka Hawkeye testing out a new bow and being absolutely enthralled by it. You were captivated by the famous marksman . . . but for all the wrong reasons. You were easily, how to say, aroused by bows and arrows but, more importantly, the man who used these weapons. It sent shivers down your spine when he pulled that bow-spring back. Goosebumps would form all over your sensitive (s/c) skin when you saw the intensity flicker in his eyes. You were lost in thought, fantasying about Clint and you together, when he noticed you staring at him. Your (e/c) eyes seemed to glaze ov
Sick!Markiplier x Reader
This is based off of this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsHsNd5Sgoc
Sitting on Mark's couch while watching South Park, you listened to Mark complain and rage about the game Monstrum about how the steam and ghost were always the cause of him failing the game, it made you concerned because he was still sick and shouldn't be playing the game that makes him rage, but not like the game 'I am toast' where it took you 5 hours to calm him down.
Letting out a gentle sigh, you placed the remote down and went upstairs to his gaming room to see him looking down at the floor while groaning, his screen held the game Monstrum that said 'You escaped.' Smiling, you walked over to behind Mark and took his headphones off, making Mark jump and look behind him to see you placing the headphones over your ears.
"Looks like Mark finally beat the game, I'm glad his victory was your happiness. But, now is the time where he takes a nap while trying to get over his cold."
You said while looking at
Markiplier x Reader: Secret Santa
WARNING: slight swearing!
„Do you already have a gift for him?“ your best friend asked you, sitting on the couch in your living room and munching a heart-shaped gingerbread cookie after she had quizzed you about the, as she had called it, „Secret Santa thing“ you were doing online.
„No. I really don't know what to get him.“ You heaved a sigh and looked at the crumpled slip of paper in your hands. There stood typewritten information about the person you had got per a random selection process, and now you had to buy a present which shouldn't cost more than 10 dollars based on the given information.
„Lemme have a look.“ (Best friend's name) snatched the slip from your hands, her (colour) eyes flitting back and forth as she read what was written on it. „Huh.“ She scratched her chin with the half-eaten gingerbread in her hand and narrowed her eyes at the paper. „Sounds like a typical gamer to me.“
Till it hurts (Steve x Reader) - Part 1
Gunfire echoed through the hallways of the HYDRA base and Steve took in a deep breath, looking at the woman that was hiding behind him: you. He clenched his fist around his shield, nodding at you. You had been over the plan numerous of times back at the Avengers Tower and while the rest of the team distracted the HYDRA agents, Steve was supposed to take you up to the control room of the base to hack into it and download any information that might help the Avengers locate the remaining HYDRA agents (and Bucky). The base was heavily secured, however, and Steve knew he had de deviate from plan.
He didn't like to leave you alone, even though he didn't have a choice. You were the computer nerd not him, but he had started to care greatly for you over the past months and he didn't dare to think about what he would do if something happened to you.
After you had all returned form Sokovia a few weeks ago, he had even realized he was in love with you. There hadn't been a right time yet to t
The man out of time (Steve x Reader)
Soulmate special - version 1: AU where you're born with the name of your soulmate written in your skin.
A/N: There's a brief harassing scene, but it ain't nothing big.
Steven Grant Rogers. You stared at the name written upon your wrist just like you did every morning ever since you discovered the meaning of those words. As it was predicted, one day, you would meet the man behind the name.
You dismissed the thought as you picked up the silver tray and carefully balanced the dishes before carrying it through the small diner. You set the breakfast special in front of the handsome stranger, who happened to come by every single morning.
He snapped his notebook shut before you could even had a small peek just as he noticed your looming form next to his booth and smiled sheepishly up at you. You grinned as your eyes met his clear blue ones.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" You asked, mentally chiding yourself for taking so long to say anything. It was
Tower Attack - Steve x Reader
Ultron had come to life and was now threatening the Avengers. Everyone had looked to Tony to shut the rogue robot down but, when he was unable to do anything, it was up to the team to stand and fight. Steve stood beside you and noticed the faint glimmer of silver in your hands, knowing that you planned to unleash one of your signature pods at the robot at the opportune moment. Ultron whirred slightly as he swayed in place reciting his monologue about how he could change the world. Quite suddenly, he stopped talking and looked up at the team.
“I’m our mission.”
“What mission?” You asked.
“Peace in our time.”
Several Iron Legion armour broke through the walls and flew straight towards them. Steve kicked the table up for the robots to hit in mid-flight, grabbed you firmly around the waist and pulled you both backwards behind the couch for protection. There was no time to ask if both of you were okay as fragments of the glass table began to shower
Superheroes (Steve x Reader)
In the silence of the dark night, rain filled clouds drifted over New York. The wind picked up and exclaimed her howling sighs. Raindrops started dripping on the roofs of all the buildings, spreading a relaxing melody through the empty streets.
Most people were already fast asleep, their soft snoring contributing to the melodic unity of sounds that penetrated your apartment. In the dim light of your computer screen, you were working on a project you had to finish before the next morning.
Your eyes started to feel heavy, but you couldn’t give in to the lingering sleep yet. Just a few more adjustments and you would be done. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your arms out above your head. The glowing red light of your alarm clock told you it was already three in the morning. In less than five hours you would have to be at the office again. While you were working on the last few details your eyes started to feel heavier and heavier, until after a few minutes you had fallen asleep be
Thorin x Reader - Coincidence“Thorin hold still.” You scolded. Your face wore a frown as you tugged on the coarse black hair. The Company had stopped on the outskirts of Trollshaw Forest and Gandalf had left them upon its arrival. The company were so invested in preparing dinner and fixing sleeping bags for the night, that they did not take notice of you and the King sitting opposite each other by the fire. Thorin winced as you braided the right side of his hair and listened to his ramblings about Kili and Fili,
“When I find them…” Thorin began as he stared sideways into the fire.
“You will not shout.” You stated. Thorin looked at you and saw that you were biting your lower lip in concentration. Thorin found it to be irresistible when you did that; irresistible and arousing. The longer he stared the more he slipped to the temptation of taking them for his own and making love to you in the warmth of the fire. It was only the padding of feet from his fellow dwarves that snap
For Her-Dwalin X Reader
Note: Contains suggested nudity and some sexual hints. However I didn't use a filter since none of it is put in detail.
"For her, I'm doing it for her. I fight for my king and I fight for my home, but more than anything, I fight for her. She means everything to me. I want to give her everything, I want to give her a home. She is my world, my heart, my love. I'm doing it for her. But, can she forgive me for it? Can she forgive me for leaving?"
These thoughts passed through Dwalin's mind as he lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling early one morning. Would you be able to forgive him for leaving? If you loved him, you would, that he knew. But he also knew that you would be angry at him for leaving. You would be angry at him for going off and risking his life for something that you had decided was hopeless.
You didn't believe in the quest. You didn't believe that Erebor could be reclaimed. You believed that Thorin was a fool for even thinking that he could take it ba
I love to read almost about anything love to write things that are all my mind, and I love to draw I use to draw people but I have been having trouble getting the face and body the way I want them to be. Also to know I've been teaching myself how to draw lions and wolves. I love to draw other things but it's hard to get it going at times. |
I'm also a huge Criminal Minds fan and my favorite agent is Derek Morgan. He's so handsome and just so hard not to drool over him.
Okay So I'm only able to draw Felines at the moment and I have drawn some Human faces but they aren't any good.
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