'is he nice invite him in'

mike and richie as twins

(sorry for how long this is! i got a little carried away)

-they have the same parents, but richie takes their dad’s name and mike takes their mother’s

-this is because when they were kids they came up with this idea no one would guess they were related if they had different last names

-nancy laughed at them both and told them how ridiculous that was, but it stuck

-they shared a room up until they were seven and got in an argument and richie ended up throwing soda at mike and ruining the duvet of his bed (they had already destroyed a lot of stuff before then.  This was the final straw for Mrs. Wheeler)

-mike finds it obnoxious how messy richie is

-their bathroom is half warzone, half last ditch attempts by mike to keep it clean

-they end up having their own “sides” of the counter but richie’s stuff always ends up on mike’s side

-once richie used mike’s toothbrush so mike dunked richie’s toothbrush in the toilet and didn’t tell him

-dustin and lucas sometimes laugh at richie’s jokes and mike hisses “don’t encourage him”

-richie has a habit of flirting with everyone

-this includes will.

-sometimes he makes a dirty joke and winks at will and will blushes

-mike gets annoyed by it, but always tells himself it’s just because he doesn’t want his gross brother hitting on any of his friends

-they have fights over who’s going to have the sleepover this weekend.  

-the losers always make sure to include mike though

-just like the party includes richie (if he’s home, a lot of the time he sneaks over to eddies)

-mike never tells their parents that richie’s snuck out, no matter how mad he is, because he knows how horrible eddie’s mom is

-when he was younger, mike had a crush on bill, something he will NEVER admit

-he also had a crush on bev, who was so nice to him and used to offer him the last cookie/soda/bit of chips

-the party is kind of in awe of how cool bev is, and they always try to invite her to join their party

-richie is like “MY FRIENDS NOT URS” and bev finds it really funny

-even though richie and mike get on each other’s nerves, they band together really fast when one of them is picked on.

-richie constantly comes home with black eyes and a bloody nose/lip because people pick on mike and his friends

-mike and eddie help clean him up, both telling him to “sit still idiot”

-when they’re sixteen one time richie comes out of the shower with just sweatpants “hey mike, have you seen my scorpions shirt?”

-will goes bright look and glances down super quickly

-mike notices this and gets kinda angry? Not at will just the general situation

-but richie has been in love with eddie since he was like ten, and they’ve been dating since 8th grade so he only has eyes for his eds

-he notices how bothered mike is by this and just kinda laughs to himself bc he knows they’ll have to sort it out for themselves

-nancy, richie, and mike are a fucking power trio

-nancy takes them out to the city every month or so, less when she heads out to college

-they always visits mike’s “nerd stops” like museums and various comic book stores.

-they also hit up record shops (for richie) and occasionally nancy sneaks them into a grunge show “ONLY IF THEY PROMISE TO BE GOOD AND STAY IN HER SIGHT”

-both of them dread when nancy drags them to a clothing store, whining the whole way, but they have fun messing around with different outfits while nancy shops

-they talk about boys (and girls, the wheelers/toziers are bi icons) over food and whenever someone mentions will, mike gets all blushy.  Nancy and Richie share knowing looks

-nancy is definitely the cool, protective sister.  If she hears anyone in the higher classes making fun of richie and eddie she’s fucking ON THAT, turns out richie learned it all from her

-richie and mike definitely bond over how sucky their dad is. Insulting him when he isn’t around, teaming up to argue with him when he’s being ridiculous

-they know secrets about each other too, one’s they’d never tell anyone else

-mike knows that richie has nightmares about a family that hurts and ignores him, and it’s his biggest fear to end up alone like he is in his dreams

-richie knows that mike fears no one will need him anymore, and that he’s always struggling to have his voice heard

-richie gets real tired of mike and will sharing looks and then looking away blushing, and skirting around each other.  He “accidentally” locks them in a closet, and comes back thirty minutes later.

-they’re kissing

-they basically rip apart when richie opens the door


-will is bright red and mike is all stuttery “SHUT UP RICHIE”

-richie in a rare moment tells mike how happy he is for him (after will goes home)

-mike is all smiley and happy

-”he still thinks i’m hotter”

-”BEEP BEEP RICHIE” and a pillow is thrown at him

-richie and mike end up going to different colleges

-both of them joke how happy they are to escape the other, but in truth it’s kind of sad

-the second night of being alone, without mike close by, richie calls mike at like 1 am

-mike picks up immediately

-”did you have a nightmare?”

-richie doesn’t want to admit that he misses him “it’s fucking weird not to hear your annoying voice yammering away”

-mike realizes what’s going on “real quiet now that your shitty music isn’t blasting”

-both of them just chat about how life is going, until they start to fall asleep

-richie is best man at mike’s wedding, and mike is best man at richie’s

-mike gets strippers for richie for his bachelors party

-richie sets up a fucking LARP session

-and richie’s speech makes mike cry (it ends with “i love you, you fucking nerd”)

-when mike and will adopt a daughter,  richie and eddie come over to visit and play with the kid a lot

-mike and richie like to pretend to be each other

-the kid is never fooled, she knows who her dad is

Sheith Positivity Week

Day 2. Sun / Stars


A small part of the fic I’ve been writing for months, which seemed fitting to add to this day too. 

The meal was finished quickly, and it didn’t take long for them both to arrange themselves to lay back against the abundance of pillows Shiro had claimed for them to sit on. They cuddled close, Shiro shyly wrapping an arm under Keith’s shoulders and tugging him closer, his head rested on Shiro’s shoulder as they watched the constellations move lazily above them.

“We will have to ask Allura to add some of our constellations to this,” Shiro muttered, hand reaching up to play with Keith’s hair. Keith shuffled under the touch, encouraging more with a soft hum.

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BNHA Headcanons part 2

Cuz ive rested and have no impulse control


- I really like the idea of him being like Captain Holt from B99.

- He once stared at a wall for five straight hours. Momo declared he was obviously thinking about life itself. He was actually just wondering what would happen if Pinocchio said “I’m lying.” When he told Izuku later they delved into a very intense conversation that has yet to be settled.

- His worst subject is English. 

- His favorite color is yellow. When asked why, he just shrugs. But in reality its because his mom really liked keeping marigolds in the house when he was younger.


- This boi can style hair. Nobody believes him for a long time when he accidentally made a snide comment about it. Kiri is the only one who bothers to see if its true, and sports some crazy braids for a couple days. The girls are too scared to really ask for him to theirs tho. They don’t realize he actually really likes doing it. It reminds him of sitting around his mom’s hair salon.

- Cannot tell a joke. He’s tried. Three people left crying, and somehow Izuku was pissed. Nobody talks about that day.

- “Sorry for the mean, awful, accurate things I said.”

- Has gotten into a screaming match with both a parrot and a kitten. The Bakusquad no longer takes him to pet stores.


- “My last fuck just flew out the window, right behind Todo’s.”

- Really likes to ask questions. No one is safe. “Seriously, Shoji, do you have an actual mouth or…?”

- Is that person who would own a tarantula and name it Sweetums. 

- Has drop kicked Mineta roughly seventeen (17) times. She’s going for a world record.

- Has a really nice voice. 


- Has never actually played a pokemon game. Prefers Digimon. Kirishima nearly disowned him.

- Actually really respectful of personal bubbles. Mostly cuz he’s scared he’ll accidentally electrocute you. Hugs are rare. 

- Never actually falls asleep during class. He actually just daydreams about random stuff.

- Irrationally scared of being invited to a pool party. Only swims if he’s the only one in the pool. But he’s not much of a swimmer to begin with.


- Hates texting. Prefers phone calls.

- She discovered her quirk by hitting the coffee table during a fit. They couldn’t figure out how to get it down for three hours. 

- Is actually really fascinated by architecture. 

- Her bucket list consists of going on a bungee jumping spree in which she makes herself levitate halfway down to give the people running it a minor heart attack, and learning how to tango. She cannot dance, so the second thing will take a while.


- Not a morning person. She’s actually rather terrifying. 

- Is not afraid to deck someone for touching her or her friends without consent. Bakugou witnessed this once, and she has since unknowingly earned his respect. 

- Will cut your sandwiches into fun shapes and goes into mom mode when her friends are sick. Has carried nearly everyone to Recovery Girl for being sick with the flu. 

- Her mom likes to tell her that her hair is like that cuz of a curse that was put on her as a baby. She believes her a little more everyday.

Part 1 / 2 / 3

Alphonse has definitely invited both Ed and Winry to a nice dinner somewhere, then about 10 minutes in, said he was going to the bathroom but really just went home and tricked the other two into going to a nice restaurant together. Ed and Winry fell for this about 5 times before they banned Al from ever getting up from the table alone. When Ed went with him and stood outside of the bathroom door to make sure his brother came back, Al climbed out of the bathroom window and ran. Ed waited for ten minutes before kicking down the door and realizing he’d been tricked into yet another date with his crush.

All I’ve got II pt. 3

Jungkook x reader

genre: fucking fluff, angst, hints of smutty actions, badboy!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook

word count: 12.6k

Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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Richie Tozier: Richie’s girl

Request  “ can you do one where reader used to be a trashmouth like richie but then she got bullied really bad so she stopped talking and now she’s quiet (almost mute) but then she becomes friends w/ the losers club and gets really comfy with richie but they dont know why bc she seems shy and stuff and richies super loud and flirty w/ her and one day when they’re alone she talks for the first time with richie and they’re cute and fluffy and she opens up about how she likes him and maybe sweet kisses ahh ily ?”

A/N i feel like i paced this weird fjndfjsn, i hope i got in everything u wnted also, of course; ily2.

Pairing → Richie Tozier x Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Warnings  →me putting detail into things that didn’t need that much detail again smh

You smiled wide at whatever crude thing just came out of Richie’s mouth. You and the Losers sat around a small mossy clearing not far into the woods. You were lying on the grass, your legs propped up on a log, Stan and Eddie were doing their homework in the shade, Bill had brought Georgie along, and was keeping him entertained, and Richie was trying to start a fire, by twisting a twig between the palms of his hands.

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Once Upon A Flannel

Title: Once Upon A Flannel

Summary: Dean doesn’t know how or why he fell in love with her. But he does know one thing. It all started with a flannel

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned)

Word count: 3977 (totally worth it, I promise)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Some language. Implied smut. Death of a loved one, mentions of blood and references to grief. 

Author’s Notes: This is my very late submission for @luci-in-trenchcoats‘ AU & Things Challenge. Michelle, I can’t even thank you enough for being so patient with me about this. I fell so in love with the story and wanted to do it justice. 

Special thank you to twin @ravengirl94 for reading parts of it over for me and listening to me whine, I don’t know what I’d do without her.

My prompt for this was flannel (obviously, lol) and you’ll see what I did with it in the text *winks* Also, this fic was loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s How Would You Feel (You need to listen to that, btw, his new album is amazeballs)

Thank you for all of your love and support. Enjoy <3

The first time Dean sees her in one of his flannels, it’s after a wendigo hunt.

Autumn’s slowly creeping its way into his life again, its tawny leaves and withered hedges painting the scene in golden colors and, even though he rarely takes the time to appreciate things like these anymore, he stops for a second and breathes it all in, the crispiness and the rustles and the shadows of change.

And then, she swims into view.

She’s sitting on the hood of a Bronco in Bobby’s scrap yard, fallen leaves dancing at her feet, as she stares straight ahead, at the sky that’s turning to orange, and smiles.

And he doesn’t notice at first, but there’s something familiar there, in the red and white fabric that wraps around her, in the way the garment dwarfs her, in the rolled-up sleeves and the hem that reaches her mid-thigh and he realizes that it’s his clothes she’s wearing.

She looks beautiful.

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Masterpost of my writing

This list will be updated, ships are written by ship names otherwise names together are completely platonic

Also this is for you all as you are waiting for my lazy ass to write your requests, enjoy

Fics - short and long

Imagines, bullet points/lists

Jump me, bro?

Prompted myself with: “I just want a neighborhood AU where Stiles is the bro-iest bro to ever bro and Derek pines after him anyway.”

I’m trying to get better about moving my twitterfics over to a more readable format without overthinking them, so we’ll see how that goes. (Also on AO3)

Derek’s house is a couple doors down from what he’s pretty sure is a frat house-wannabe. He’d drop the qualifier—as an undergrad, he’d unfortunately lived close enough to frat row to recognize the distinctive loud parties, music thumping late into the night, a stream of girls constantly flowing in and out the doors, bros drunkenly crooning along to badly-tuned guitars—but as far as he can tell, all of the guys are at least a few years out of college.

Resisting the urge to call the cops with a noise complaint takes some effort. Derek doesn’t particularly want to be that guy, though; he still has to live in this neighborhood. And a part of him, much as he doesn’t want to admit it, simply wishes he’d been invited. It’s not that it sounds like fun, exactly. Derek didn’t enjoy those types of parties when he was in college, and he’s not nearly old enough yet for the nostalgia to kick in. It’s just that…well, it would be nice to be included.

He carefully doesn’t think about the fact that the shift from outright irritation to a sort of wistful longing happened around the time that he saw one particular guy hanging around in front of the house, surrounded by his friends.

Derek does not find frat bros attractive. He never has. He never will. A certain long-limbed guy with an infectious laugh and warm brown eyes won’t change that.

He finds other ways to channel his frustration, some more productive than others. On nights when he takes his trash to the curb, he makes his way down to the overstuffed bins haphazardly jumbled in front of the pseudo-frat house. Under cover of darkness, shielded by the noise pouring through the brightly-lit windows, he sorts through the upper layers of his neighbors’ trash, separating stacks of greasy pizza boxes from sticky piles of beer cans.

It’s primarily to be a good citizen. Every house in the neighborhood has separate recycling bins—they’re even color coded, making it incredibly easy to put the correct materials in the appropriate spot. Derek’s just doing his part for the environment, since his obnoxious neighbors refuse to take a few extra seconds out of their day. At least, that’s what he tells himself when he’s sticking his fingers in strangers’ trash. He’s pretty sure it doesn’t count as trespassing if he’s not actually going into the yard, and he’s not stealing anything. Just…moving things around a little.

The other reason’s one he doesn’t like to dwell on. The rational side of his brain recognizes that the guys in this house don’t even know him, so why would they invite him over? This isn’t like high school, when he was the nerd people intentionally ignored. They’re living their lives, he’s living his, and it’s perfectly natural for them to not intersect.

But one night, as Derek slaps the lid of the recycling bin shut, wishing he’d brought a roll of paper towels or maybe even some wet wipes, he looks up and finds one of the bros standing on the front porch, watching him.

Derek freezes in place. He can’t immediately identify the person; from the street, all he can see is a tall, athletic figure backlit by the open front door. He’s expecting to be chased off the property, probably cussed out in the process, but the guy comes down the steps and lifts the lid of the recycling bin, dropping his empty beer can inside.

“Thanks for doing that, bro,” he says. “The guys don’t spend a lotta time thinking about the environment.”

It’s not just a bro. It’s the bro. The one Derek hasn’t been able to stop thinking about. His first time speaking to Derek, and it’s because he caught Derek rummaging around in his garbage late at night.

“You’re uh, you’re welcome,” Derek says.

Fortunately, the guy doesn’t seem to care about getting an explanation. He introduces himself instead: Stiles. Of course his name would be equally intriguing, Derek thinks, annoyed with himself for even caring about this interaction.

Derek gives his name in turn, wondering if he should point out his house to make his presence here seem less weird, but Stiles doesn’t seem inclined to linger in the cold. He heads back inside, giving Derek a brief, friendly wave before shutting the door again.

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Oh, Baby! | 01

 Link to Masterlist

Sehun series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 |?

Genre: Life As We Know It’ AU, Fluff (involving babies!), Slight Angst

 Summary: You and Sehun have always maintained your mutual dislike for one another. But what happens when an unexpected incident leaves the two of you in charge of a baby, together?

 A/N: I think this series is going to be a whole lot of fun to write, because ‘Life As We Know It’ is one of my favourite movies. Also, Sehun with a baby?? Yes please!

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White Lies: Part 3

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Series

Master List

A/N: I’m so glad you guys are liking this series. I love reading your replies, reblogs, and asks. Please, send as much as you like. It really helps me to want to write more, and improve. I really appreciate all the love. I hope you guys like this part! Let me know what you think. ♥

Word Count: 1,312

- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

As Bucky led you along into the kitchen of his childhood home, he never let go of the grip on your hand. You could still feel the weight of his lips on your own, and your head was spinning with emotions.

Now is not the time to act like it meant anything, Y/N. Get a hold of yourself. This is an act, nothing more…

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Some Things Are Meant to Be

NurseyDex, 7100 words, Rated Teen, AU, Fake Relationship, Meet Cute, Wedding, Fluff (here on AO3)

“You want another one?” Will yelled, and Chris made some sort of loud, affirmative noise from the living room.

Will took a second beer from the fridge, balancing both in one hand while he grabbed a container of guac with the other. He slammed the fridge door shut with his hip but misjudged the necessary force, and several papers affixed to the front floated to the ground.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He set everything on the counter and crouched down, picking up the notice about his rent going up, his reminder card for his dentist appointment yesterday, and—shit.

Will plopped down on his ass, staring down in horror at the piece of heavy cardstock in his hand. Goddamn, he can’t believe that he forgot.

“Hey, what happened to that—shit. What’s wrong? What’s that?”

Will looked up at Chris, who circled the breakfast bar and sat down in front of him. He vaguely waved the paper. “An invitation. To my ex’s wedding. It’s…it was hidden on my fridge. I forgot about it.”

“Do you still love her or something? Is this an existential crisis type of situation?”

Will rolled his eyes. “No, definitely not. But I said I was bringing someone, back when I got the invitation, and I totally forgot. It’s on Saturday.”

“And you don’t wanna go alone?”

Will made a face. “Not after I RSVP’d with a plus-one. She’s still an ex, you know? Not that you would know anything about that,” he added dryly, and Chris grinned.

“You’re just jealous of me and Cait.”

“True,” Will murmured. He stared down at the invitation and sighed. “I guess I could text her and pretend to be sick or something.”

“No, you can’t do that!” Chris plucked the invitation from his hand. “Just pretend to be dating someone and bring them.”

Will lifted his eyebrows at him. “Uh, that’s not an actual thing that people do.”

“You don’t know that!” Chris protested, and Will snorted.

“Oh, yeah? And where exactly am I supposed to find a fake boyfriend?”

Chris grinned. “So I have this friend from college.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Yeah, and I bet he’ll do it. He’d totally be down for something like this. Here, I’ll text him right now,” he said, raising his voice over the sound of Will’s seemingly-fruitless protests. He dug his phone out of his back pocket and spoke slowly as he typed. “Hey dude, you wanna pretend to be the boyfriend of my friend from work for a wedding? Saturday night.”

Will groaned, bracing his elbows on his knees as he buried his head in his hands. “Chris, you can’t just—”

“He said yes,” Chris reported, staring down at his phone, and Will’s jaw dropped.

“Are you serious?”

He scooted around to sit next to Chris, who helpfully tilted his phone so Will could see the message. Sure. He cute?

Very, Chris wrote back, and Will grimaced. “Don’t—don’t oversell it, jeez.”

“You’re super hot, Will, deal with it.”

“Is he cute?”

“Very,” Chris repeated, and Will snorted. “I’m giving him your number. His name’s Derek, by the way.”

Will sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “I have a feeling that I’m going to regret this.”

“Worst case scenario, you’ll have a great story to tell.” Chris got to his feet and held a hand out to Will to haul him up. “Grab those beers, third period’s about to start.”

Hey, sugarplum.

I don’t think I could keep a straight face if someone called me sugarplum in public.

Ok, strike that one from the list. Lovebug?

Just my name is fine. Which is Will.

And this whole thing was Chris’s idea, btw.

Oh, I have no doubt.

I just wanted to feign illness.

But this will be way more fun!

Yeah? You pretend to be people’s boyfriend often?

Nah, you’re popping my cherry.


Ok, what did I say about that.

This is gonna be fun. So where’s this wedding? Saturday, right?

Yeah. Brooklyn Botanic Garden

Ooh nice. Dress code?

Suit, no tux. Should we meet up beforehand?

You know that random bar/bakery @ Union/Franklin? Wanna meet there?

Great. 6:30?

Awesome. See you then, studmuffin.

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s(t)imulation || part 1/2

This is my contribution to @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K follower AU writing challenge!
#57 - movie star / celebrity

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1179
warnings: AU, smut

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

“Come on,” Bucky moans. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

It’s in the script, printed there in black and white, but it’s still a shock to you anyway. His voice is pitched low and rough. His blue eyes are bright and sparkling as he looks down at you. His dick is rubbing against your clit, and even through two layers of fabric, you can feel him hot and hard and thick against you. So when he tells you to come, you do it, and you hope that everyone else thinks your acting is just that good.

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Popular Richie meeting new kid Eddie hc

I love soft Reddie so much hi

-Mike would be on the welcoming committee, and would tell Richie about Eddie when he arrived

-“Dude! He’s totally your type!”

-“What’s my type, Mike?”


-Mike would invite Eddie to sit with them at lunch, and Eddie would be all flustered and shocked that Mike was still being nice, even though he had technically finished his welcoming committee duties that morning

-Mike would introduce him to the group, and Richie would immediately be in awe with Eddie

-He gave him the nickname Eds in the first five minutes

-Eddie would get easily annoyed at Richie over basically everything he does

-But Richie thinks Eddie’s adorable so he spends as much time as possible with him

-Everyone always stares at Richie in the halls, because he’s so popular, and Eddie hates it when girls stare at Richie, but he wont admit it

-Richie starts becoming more clingy towards Eddie, and he starts wrapping his arms around Eddie, and sitting beside him constantly and talking to him all the time

-And all of the other losers begin to notice and tell Eddie that Richie likes Eddie seriously

-And Eddie is shook, cause he just thought that Richie was always joking

-So Eddie invites Richie out one day, to a diner and they get milkshakes and Eddie listens to Richie talk about music for ages

-And finally Eddie decides to tell him about what his friends told him

-“Bev mentioned that you like me..”

-Richie totally choked on his milkshake when Eddie said that

-“No way, ridiculous!”

-“Does that mean I shouldn’t tell you I like you?“

-Richie choked on his milkshake again

-And Eddie was grinning, and Richie reached over the table and held Eddie’s hand

-And they spent the rest of the afternoon laughing and drinking more milkshakes and holding hands

-And Richie walked Eddie home and held his hand the entire time, and whispered to Eddie about how he’d wanted to do that since they met two months ago

-And Eddie was a flustered mess because Richie was so sweet

-But then he made a ‘your mom’ joke and ruined it all

-But Eddie still laughed, and Richie was so happy to see Eddie happy

-Eddie said he had to go into his house, because his mom would flip her shit

-So Richie practically dived on Eddie to give him a goodbye kiss

-And Eddie has never felt so giddy

-They soon become one of the most popular couples in school

-And they 100% both won prom kings

-And Richie made Eddie’s life 1000 times better

-And Eddie is the actual sun which Richie’s world revolves around

-And they’re just happy angels forever

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

A Bucky Barnes Song Fic

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,128

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Some fluffy smut. Soft core. 

A/N: This is way early, but I had this idea and I had to get out. This is my submission for @221bshrlocked Maggie’s 5K Celebration Writing Challenge! 

Song: Baby, It’s Cold Outside - Margaret Whiting and Johnny Mercer

I really can’t stay,

But baby, it’s cold outside

“Bucky, I really need to get going.” you pleaded as he still held you close, swaying softly to the music.

He stopped humming along to look down at you, “Please stay, baby doll.”

You smiled at his pouty lip. Reaching up, you traced it with your fingertips. “You know I can’t.”

I got to go way,

But baby, it’s cold outside.

This evening has been,

Been hoping that you’d drop in,

So very nice.

I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice,

My mother will start to worry,

Beautiful, what’s your hurry?

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Soft and sweet.

You hugged him tighter before pulling back, “That won’t work.”

Bucky chuckled and continued humming. You laid your head back on his chest and listened to the slight rumble that accompanied the hum.

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Summary: You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend to make your ex jealous.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin (Jin) / Reader

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Words: 3.5k

A/N: (Feat. Wonwoo from Svt) Sorry Svt fans, I made him the enemy. I love Wonwoo though :)


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Touch Starved Tony

This is the first draft, I might so a full rewrite of it eventually and post it on AO3, but for now have some Ironhawk fluffiness.

Tony Stark was a genius practically from birth, put in the spotlight by both association and skill. Nobody was surprised when the rich boy started sleeping around with college kids years older than he was.

Tony remembers being 4 years old, circuit board grasped in tiny fingers. He remembers his father’s arm around his shoulder.

He remembers being 6 an engine on the counter, and his father’s hand on his shoulder, a smile on his face. He remembers Jarvis, and a lot of hugs.

Then he remembers boarding school. Remembers kids’ years older than him who only ever reached out to remind him that he was weakest among them. He remembers teachers who sneered when he corrected them.

He remembers Christmas break and the first hug he’d had in months. He remembers every Christmas break after that and the warmth of Jarvis arms.

He remembers Obie’s hand on his shoulder the day his parents died. He remembers thinking that he would never get a hug from Jarvis again.

He remembers having sex for the first time, he didn’t know her name, heck he barely knew his own name. But he remembered the feel of her skin against his.

He remembers the day he realized people only touched him when they wanted something. With women it was either sex or money, with Obie it was new weapons, and more professional behavior. He remembers realizing that he didn’t particularly care what they wanted if he got even a second of contact.

He remembers the day he realized that Rhodey didn’t hug him with intent. He remembers the day Rhodey shipped out for the first time.

He remembers a string of one night stands and the feeling of flesh on flesh. The feeling of warmth.

He remembers the day he returned from Afghanistan and realized that with the open vulnerability sitting in his chest sex wasn’t an option anymore.

He remembers dancing with Pepper. Remembers holding her in his arms. He remembers letting her go when she asked him to.

He remembers killing Obie, remembers knowing the man had tried to kill him. He remembers mourning the side hugs, and encouraging pats on the shoulder.

He remembers the day the Avengers agreed to move in.

“Jarvis, Jarvis, are all of their rooms ready? The passive surveillance is all set up so they don’t get uncomfortable? And Steve’s is all retro? Natasha has the memory foam bed right? She said she liked memory foam. Do you think they’ll like it?” Tony babbles, he hasn’t slept in three days, ever since they agreed to move in. He had to get everything ready.

“Of course, Sir. All of that has been completed. I am sure they will love it.” Jarvis assures him. Tony nods, trying to settle, hands flying up to fix the mess his hair has become. “Good, good, do I need to shave? I should shave.” He heads for the elevator, fingers tracing over the messy ages of his beard.

“Sir, this is not a date I do not believe shaving is necessary.” Jarvis cuts in, halting Tony on his path to the elevator. “Also, your guests are here.”

“They’re here! Jarvis why didn’t you tell me? Take me down to the lobby to get them.” He spends the elevator ride trying to fix his hair, it doesn’t seem to have done much good.

“Hello Mr. Stark, thank you for inviting us.” Steve says, hefting his duffle bag up on his shoulder.

“It’s no problem, and please Cap, call me Tony.” He says, gesturing for them to board the elevator.

“Still, nice of you to open your home to us.” Natasha says, smiling at him. Her eyes are searching though. Most likely for a motive.

“It’s not just my home now, it’s yours too.” He says, shrugging. Natasha elbows Clint in the least subtle way possible, and Tony watches, mildly impressed as he manages to keep hold of his boxes.

“Oh yeah, thanks dude.” Clint says, peeking out from behind a stack of boxes with Natasha’s careful script on them. “Okay, Natasha, you’re on floor 74. Clint you get 75, they do connect at multiple points and you can feel free to share space.” Tony says, hitting the necessary buttons and gesturing to the eye scanner. “Steve, you’re on 76, and I’m saving 77 for your friend.”

“Tony, we don’t need whole floors.” Steve protests. Looking at his duffle bag Tony suspects that is true, he’ll need to buy the man some clothes and things.

“Speak for yourself Rogers.” Clint says, elbowing the super soldier in the side. It probably hurt his elbow more than it did Steve, but it gets his point across. Tony elects to ignore both of them.

“Brucie-bear, you have 78, although the hulk room expands into 79. I put your lab on your floor because I figured it would be more comfortable.

“Thor gets 79, since he’ll be here the least he shouldn’t mind the loss of space. Common areas are on floor 80, and the penthouse is obviously mine. 81 through 84 are set up for Sam Wilson, guests, more guests, and Rhodey respectively.” Tony explains. “If you need anything from Jarvis you will have to enter the elevator or a common area, as I have set your rooms to passive surveillance only to avoid any discomfort you may feel.” The elevator stops and the doors slide open to reveal Natasha’s floor.

“No Jarvis beyond this point, but there is a top of the line security system so please try not to break any windows.” Tony says, stepping aside, Clint gets off the elevator while Natasha picks up her own stack of boxes and follows him.

It takes an hour to get everyone settled in. Steve thanks him profusely, and talks about how his floor is too much. Bruce thanks him quietly and disappears into his rooms. Natasha calls him kitten in Russian and smiles at him before disappearing into her rooms with a comment about dress shopping.

“Stark!” Clint is bouncing on the balls of his feet when Tony knocks on his door to check on him. “Stark! You built me an archery range on my floor? You are the absolute best!” For a moment, it looks like he’s going to hug him, and then there’s a warm weight of Clint’s hand on his shoulder for half a second. “God, I am never leaving this tower.”

“Glad you like it.” Tony says, trying to ignore how warm his shoulder feels. Trying to ignore how his heart is beating against his ribs. It’s been almost three months since he’s seen Rhodey, and therefore three months since someone has touched him in a friendly way. It feels better than flying in the suit ever does.

He’s not surprised with the lack of physical contact from the others. They were busy moving in, and he knows they all have their own hang-ups. It’s really not a big deal. He’s working on new armor for Steve now anyways, so maybe he can get a hug or something after.

“Stop kidding yourself Stark.” He grumbles, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. There are dark circles under his eyes, it’s probably time he actually gets some sleep. “They won’t want you. Not a team player, remember? Fucking talking to yourself in the bathroom mirror, no wonder you only have three friends.” He sleeps until well into the next afternoon, and then disappears into his lab.

“Sir, Captain Rogers is asking for you. He says the team wants to do dinner tonight in the common room.” Jarvis informs him.

“They want me to come?” He asks, there’s no one here but Jarvis and still the caution creeps into his voice. He can’t help but hide hope behind an air of nonchalance.  

“Of course, Sir.” Jarvis says. Steve had asked him to tell Tony to come, they clearly wanted him there.

“Tell Cap I’ll be there.” He says, hiding a smile in his work.

He goes to team dinner, and the next one, and training. He tries to live off of awkward brushes of hands, and sharp kicks for practice. He reminds himself that just because they are here, doesn’t mean they’ll like him. They don’t owe him hugs.

Tony was fine, really. Completely, and totally fine.

He finishes the first round of upgrade and eagerly calls them to the lab.

“I made things!” He says, a new quiver clutched in his hands. He’s practically vibrating with excitement, hugs are a relatively normal part of gratitude he could get a hug.

“Is that a quiver?” Clint asks, Tony hits the button on the side there’s a noise as the arrow head is attached. “Shit automated, what a beaut.” Tony blushes, handing it over. Clint snatches up his bow, practically running for the range. No hug. Tony turns to Natasha.

“Upgraded widow bites with stun, knock out, kill, and Thor settings.” He offers, holding them out to her, she grins at him, taking them from his hands.

“Thanks Stark.” She winks at him as she stalks out of the room. “These will be so useful.” She doesn’t hug him on the way out.

“Steve, new body armor. Less ab plating more protection.” He explains, holding up the new and improved suit. “Also, less zippers, that look was so nineties Steve you don’t understand.” Steve smiles at him.

“No, I don’t, but I appreciate the new suit all the same.” He says, Tony beams at him. Steve claps a hand on his shoulder as he leaves. Tony tries to pretend the warmth is enough. Revels in the feeling from that small touch. It’s not enough, maybe if he makes them more gear.

“You look tired Tones, maybe you should get some rest, you can show me Hulk’s gift tomorrow.” Bruce offers, he’s so kind. If Tony looked bad enough he might help him to bed, hold onto him. It would be nice.

“Yeah, I’m going to go to bed.” He mumbles, the pattern continues. Tony remains cold, and untouched.  They fight bad guys, they eat dinner, and nobody hugs Tony.

The suit was gone, ripped off in the battle. He was beaten up, a little bloody but still standing when the witch landed in front of him, lobbing a ball of what he presumed was magic at his chest.

“Let’s see how the world likes you when your deepest desires spill from your lips. How will they feel knowing how perverted you are?” They asked, Tony’s jaw ticks as he clenches it shut. The witch disappears.

“Your darkest desire, huh Stark?” Clint teases. “Can’t be too bad. Want to sleep with a man? Want to kill someone on the team? Want to kill one of the villains we fight?” Tony’s vibrating with frustration, desperately trying to remain silent.

“Clint, stop.” Natasha scolds. “Your desires aren’t you as a person, no matter how dark we won’t blame you.” She assures him, standing on the rubble strewn street. Tony turns wide eyes to Steve and Bruce.

“We won’t.” They assure him. He relaxes his shoulders slightly, his mouth parting against his will.

“I want a hug. Please, I just, I just want a hug.” He begs, face flushing with embarrassment. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Tony’s head drops, eyes tearing up. “I understand. I know it’s weak, I’m sorry.”

“A freaking hug is your darkest desire?” Clint blurts out, taking a step towards him. Tony nods miserably. “A goddamn hug? How are you so good?” Tony finds himself wrapped in strong arms a moment later. “A goddamn hug.” Clint grumbles.

“I know it’s weak, and stupid. I’m sorry.” Tony whispers, he knows he should pull back, but he lets himself slump against Clint’s shoulder. Let’s himself be held.

“Shut up. You’re goddamn perfect. Your darkest desire is a hug Tony. That’s so ridiculously pleasant.” Clint grumbles, nuzzling into Tony’s hair.  

“It’s so dumb, you guys don’t owe me anything, I can’t expect hugs. I shouldn’t have. Got my hopes up, cause I’m dumb.” Tony mumbles, hands clenched in the back of Clint’s shirt. “You can let go now, I won’t be a bother.”

“Nope, we’re going back to the tower, and cuddling.” He’s surprised the others haven’t gotten over their shock and come to join the hug yet. “God, how did I not know you wanted hugs, I could have offered non-stop cuddles.” Clint laments. Natasha seems to have gotten over her shock, and she practically sprints over, leaping at them. Tony flinches just before she makes contact wrapping them both in a hug.

“Do not be afraid.” She grumbles. He doesn’t look at her, face still buried in Clint’s shoulder.

“I shouldn’t have assumed you’d want to hug me. Shouldn’t have asked. Don’t deserve it.” Tony mumbles. “Can’t expect hugs as payment. No buying people’s love.” The words come out like a mantra. She whacks the back of his head.

“You assumed I wouldn’t want to hug you idiot, not that I would. There is no harm in asking.” She scolds. Clint nods, puffing a breath of air into Tony’s hair.

“Didn’t want any of you to feel obligated.” He mumbles. Clint’s grip tightens, and he feels Steve and Bruce joining the fray, a warm line of skin across his shoulders and lower back.

“No, Tony. We don’t feel obligated.” Clint assures him. “Just guilty that we missed out on giving you something you need.”

“Don’t need hugs, I’m fine.” Tony grumbles, but he still hasn’t made any move to pull away.

“Shut up.” Natasha grumbles, Bruce nods in agreement, half asleep from the Hulk out. “You need hugs. Don’t worry, we’re happy to provide.” She steps on Steve’s foot when he doesn’t say anything in agreement.

“Of course, Tony, you’re our teammate, and our friend.” Steve says, pulling back slightly. The hug starts to pull apart then, leaving only Clint with Tony wrapped around him like a koala.

“I should let go now.” Tony mumbles, releasing his grip on Clint’s shirt. Clint frowns, they need to get back to the tower, but how to best do that without letting go, he slides his hand around Tony’s waist, hand resting on his hip.

“This okay?” He asks, squeezing gently. Tony nods with such ferocity Clint worries he’ll get whiplash. “Good, let’s get you home for some more cuddles.” Tony nods agreeably.

“Thanks Clint.” He mumbles. “You’re my favorite.” He’s not sure Clint heard, words buried in the archer’s shoulder. The walk home is warm, pleasant, and absolutely terrifying.

They’re almost to the tower before the panic starts to set in, fears arising that this was all just a show, and that once they get inside he’ll be back to feeling cold and alone in a crowded house. Even if it wasn’t a show, he’s clingy, he knows it. They’ll get sick of him.

“To the couch.” Clint announces, pushing Tony down on the cushions, and lying on top of him. The panic recedes. He’s warm, he’s safe he can enjoy this.

Tony is worried that they’ll get tired of how clingy he is, so he has a plan. He gets one hour with them every day and then he needs to either work or sleep. As long as he leaves the room before they get tired of him. It’s a good plan.

“Tony, won’t you hang out for a movie after breakfast?” Clint asks, sliding an arm around his shoulder. Movies are normally at least 2 hours long, which puts him over the hour limit on snuggle time.

“I’d love to.” He admits, “But, I need to work on the suit.” He leans into Clint’s grasp anyways. “I really should work.”

“Yeah.” Clint says. “You can do that after we watch a movie though, right?” Watching movies and cuddling is normal, so maybe he can do two hours a day, and it will be okay.

“Right.” Tony agrees. “I can do that.” Clint might not even want to cuddle anyways. Which would mean it wouldn’t count as part of his hour, it only counts if there’s cuddling, right?

“Awesome, I could use a couple hours of snuggling.” Clint cheers, dragging Tony into the den. Well, if it’s Clint’s idea then he can’t accuse Tony of being clingy right. “You’re so warm, perfect for snuggling.” Tony nods absently.

“You sure?” Tony asks.


He doesn’t make it back to the lab after the movie, Clint slides in another disc and they stay curled up on the couch for hours. As much as Tony wants to say no, wants to make sure Clint doesn’t get tired of his clinginess, he can’t. He can’t say no, not when Clint’s arms are warm around him. He just holds on, waiting for the touching to die down.

He spends months waiting for Natasha to stop hugging him every time she sees him, or Steve to stop awkwardly hugging him when he makes new things. He waits for Bruce to stop inviting him to yoga, and helping him with positions. He waits for Thor to stop greeting him with tight hugs that lift his feet off the ground. He waits for Clint to stop inviting him to cuddle.

He waits for months until he realizes he’s not waiting anymore. He waits until he realizes they aren’t going anywhere.

@ifdragonscouldtalk and @dont-hurt-tony-stark I know you like these, <3

reddie tinder au???

Hello!! This idea randomly popped into my head and just wouldn’t leave me alone! So here we go: a Reddie Tinder AU. Btw, they’re aged up in this, if you couldn’t tell haha. I hope you enjoy! Please leave headcanon/fic requests in my ask box! Reblogs are always welcomed!

  • One day, Eddie is just hanging out in his dorm at like midnight. Let’s be real he should be studying for his upcoming finals, but nah. Then all of a sudden, his phone lights up! It’s a text, from Bev! At first, he’s too lazy to actually respond because literally all the text says is, ‘Edward.’
  • Edward is literally such a big pet peeve of Eddie. He hates being called Edward with such a burning passion in his small soul.
  • Then, his phone buzzes and lights up, he’s got like 5 missed FaceTimes, and he’s pretty sure he got an email too. Of course, they’re all from Beverly Marsh. Now he’s definitely confused so he actually bothers to pick up FaceTime.
  • Once they’re connected all they do is stare at each other. In silence. Because they’re both dorks who are socially awkward. Finally, Bev breaks the silence and is like, “Guess what I just did!”
  • Eddie, intrigued is like, “What?”
  • Bev replies, “ I made a Tinder!”
  • Eddie rolls his eyes because 1.) Tinder is literally Fuckboy Central and 2.) Bev doesn’t need a Tinder!!! She’s literally the apple of every girl’s eye on campus!!!
  • “Oh, it’s not for me! It’s for you! And you’ve got a maaaatch!” Bev says and then she hurriedly tells him the password and username and hangs up.
  • Now Eddie literally almost faints because HE FUCKING HATES TINDER. And well dating itself. He doesn’t really do well with dating. It never works out and he gets too attached afterward. It’s just Not Good.
  • Despite this, Eddie decides to log in because it’s a Friday night and he has no plans. Why not mess around with fuckboys for a bit? It’ll be some entertainment, at least.
  • When he logs in, Eddie doesn’t really look at his profile. He just wants to see who he matched with. He’s pretty nervous, tbh. Bev doesn’t exactly have perfect taste in guys, after all.
  • Once he sees the guy who he matched with, Eddie realizes that Bev must be joking. He literally is wearing a Hatsune Miku shirt, smh. But, he is interested in Tinder!!! So, Eddie decides to play around with it a bit. He mainly swipes left on everyone.
  • BuT THEN!!!! Eddie happens to stumble across a guy who goes by Trashmouth?? Eddie looks at his pics and knows what he has to do. He has to swipe left. For crying out loud, this boy has a bathroom abs selfie. Not today, Satan. Not today…
  • Just then, as Eddie is supposed to swipe left, his phone buzzes and it scares the Heck out of him!! He accidentally swiped right!!! O shit!!!!
  • Eddie literally wants to die. He swiped left on EVERYONE remotely attractive because he doesn’t want to talk to any of these people!! But of course, Bev has to text him at the exact moment he’s going to swipe left on this bathroom boy!!!
  • In exactly five seconds, he gets a notification from Tinder. Eddie’s heart sinks.
  • “Oh no.”
  • As he opens the app fearing the worst possible outcome, his heart sinks to his stomach. THEY FUCKING MATCHED.
  • “NO.”
  • In like two more seconds, he gets a chat from him!!!! Eddie opens it reluctantly and what he sees makes him want to cry. No, it’s not a dick pic, thank God. It’s an actual text.
  • “Hi! I’m Richie!”
  • Okay, Richie. Richie seems like a normal name. Hopefully, he’s a normal guy??
  • Eddie decides to do the most Logical Thing. He ices Richie.
  • Then like three days later, when Bev and Eddie are hanging out in the campus library, Bev has this evil smile on her face the entire time. She’s just typing away on her handy dandy iPhone.
  • Then Eddie comes to the realization that Bev still has is login information for Tinder.
  • “NOOOOO!!!!!!”
  • Eddie practically lunges across the table at Bev trying to grab her phone. But alas!!! It’s too late, she has been talking to Richie for like thirty minutes. And, it turns out, she has scheduled a date for them!!!! How cute!!!!
  • “Quit being a weenie, just go out with him.” Bev rolls her eyes.
  • “But, he is a fuckboy….”  Eddie sighs.
  • Eddie has to admit though, Richie was pretty cute. Although his pictures were kinda weird and he looked like a mix of a 2012 scene kid and a giant grade A douchebag, he was cute. His bio was simply, “What the fuck, Richard.” 
  • Eddie knew it was a Vine reference and lowkey he thought it was funny. But, he would never admit that.
  • “Oh, by the way, did you even look at your profile?”
  • Horrified, Eddie looks at his pictures that Bev uploaded for him. In this exact order it was: A nice selfie, a hoe pic that he took when he was drunk with Bev, a very ugly selfie (Dear God why…), a pic with Eddie and his pals, one of him on the NYC trip he took with his friends, and then a picture of him totally wasted at a party.
  • Those were his exact words when he saw his profile, btw.
  • FLASHFORWARD LIKE MAYBE A WEEK?? Eddie is getting ready for his date with Richie. He had no choice but to go on it because Bev already accepted the invitation for him. They were just going to some restaurant, but Eddie was pretty nervous.
  • Once Eddie gets to the place, he is just standing by the door waiting. It’s been like 12 minutes since the date was supposed to start. Yikes, was Trashmouth standing him up? He better not be, wtf.
  • Soon enough, in comes Richie with his shirt rolled up in a thot knot. Eddie knows at that exact moment he needs to leave because 1.) Richie what the fuck and 2.) He looked good in it um, excuse you, sir.
  • Then all of a sudden, Richie just goes, “IT’S EDWARD FROM TINDER!”
  • Literally, everyone in the fucking restaurant looks at them. Eddie also knows that he has no other choice. He needs to fake his death Right Now.
  • But alas, there is no way that would work, so they get a table.
  • They end up talking and they actually have a lot in common??? They both like Vine, memes, and they both are actually going to the same university? Literally, how did Eddie not notice this attractive boy?
  • As the date comes to an end and Richie walks Eddie back to his dorm like a Proper Gentleman. Then!!!! Richie kisses Eddie on the cheek and says goodbye. Eddie literally loses all feeling in his legs and he almost falls. He is shook. But then all he says is, “What the fuck, Richard.”
  • Richie is in love.
  • Turns out, Tinder isn’t all that bad because a month later, they end up dating LMAO.
bts reaction ♡ thigh riding            ( maknae line )

rq: Heyy could I get a maknae line thigh riding reaction pls and thank you

a/n: this is my first smut on here and it’s only my second post, you little sinners! hope you enjoy x sorry it took so long, but here it is! let me know if you’d like a hyung line version, as well! (also, i’m a sucker for subby maknae line, so there are hints of that in jimin and jungkook’s. they aren’t complete subs, but they aren’t all super dominant either. if you don’t like that, well… you can go read the 9 million other dom bts reactions, then.)


Originally posted by nochuie

(a/n: the dance i’m describing in this is the take you down choreo the dance line did!)

You’ve always been attracted to Jimin’s thighs, but it had never been anything more than innocent. They were just plain gorgeous - well toned and powerful from the years of dancing. Never in your life would you have expected to be THIS turned on by them.

He’d been practising some new choreography in the living room of your apartment, the couch pushed all the way back against the wall as you sat and watched. It had started with you admiring your boyfriend’s entire body, no more sexual than it ever is when you watch him dance. But suddenly he does a move where he jumps with his feet apart, landing in such a way and then slowly thrusting forward in a way that flexes his thigh muscles deliciously. As if that weren’t enough, he then grinds against your wooden floors and then drags himself across it all while thrusting his crotch out once again. You aren’t snapped out of your daze until he stands a moment later, running his hand through his sweaty hair with a smile.

“So? How was it, baby?” he asks, looking at you so sweet and innocent like he had no idea that your underwear was dampening at that very moment.

“I think you need to take a break.” you say, standing up and pulling him towards the couch. 

“Oh?” He gives you a questioning look as you tug his hands and shove him down onto the couch. You almost scoff at his obliviousness - there’s no way he doesn’t realize what he’s done. It doesn’t matter, anyways. He’ll know exactly what he’s done the minute you sit yourself on his lap.

You nod at his question as you do just that. “Mhmm. Your baby needs you, so I think you should give me some attention.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes, figuring he might be a little frustrated with you interrupting his practice time. If he is, you know nothing works better than the puppy dog eyes.

Fortunately, he seems fine with it, if the way his face flushes even more and his hands crawl up your thighs and to your hips mean anything. “I think I can manage that.”

A sugary sweet smile tugs at your lips, making you the picture of innocence for a fraction of a second. It’s almost soft, but then you’re standing to remove your pants and underwear and the look is replaced with one of pure lust. Jimin watches you with that nervous, boyish look he always gets before you do anything sexual, but you can see the lust in his eyes, too. And in the tent in his pants, but that’s another thing. One you’ll definitely take care of.

You bring your hands to his legs to pry them apart, and your boyfriend’s hands quickly go for his belt before you stop him. “Ah, ah, Jiminie. Not this time. I want to try something a little different.”

His curious gaze is locked on you as you take your seat on his thigh, your wetness dampening the fabric of his pants just enough to help you slide along it comfortably. You let out a low moan, hands finding purchase in the loose shirt material over Jimin’s shoulders as you begin to rock your hips. “D-Do you have any idea how good your thighs look when you move like that, Chim?”

Jimin watches in pure awe, hands hesitantly resting against your slow-moving hips.

So fucking good, baby.” you moan out, eyes falling shut in your pleasure. You’re about to tell Jimin to flex his thigh when he does it himself, giving you an even better surface to grind against. You do so with a little more vigour this time, your hip brushing against his hardening crotch.

“Shit… I-I had no idea you liked my thighs thi-this much, Y/N-ah… I would have showed you this dance a-ages ago if I knew… this would happen.” Jimin mumbles, words stuttered and broken up by his whimpers and sharp inhales. 

Oh, yes. This would definitely become a regular thing for you two.


Originally posted by donewithjeon

“You want me to what?”

“Ride my thigh. Come on, Y/N, I’ve seen it in porn! It seems like it feels good!” Your boyfriend exclaims, dick twitching inside his boxers just thinking about it. “If it doesn’t, we can stop. Promise. I want us both to feel good.” 

Well, you are already naked and straddling his lap, so you figure you might as well. You give Taehyung a nod and he takes your hips in his big hands, guiding you up so he can spread his legs before lowering you down on one of them. His warm, bare thigh against you does feel kind of… nice. Inviting, even, but you’re not exactly sure how you’re supposed to get off to this.

Well, until he flexes his muscle, that is.

“O-Oh, shit, jesus, Taehyung! I just came, I’m sensitive! Give me some warning!” You swat at his chest, giving him the best pout you can manage in your fucked out state.

He just smirked that devilish smirk (which went straight to your core) and gave you a shrug before guiding your hips to move. “Come on, baby. I made you come just with my tongue. I wanna see if I can do it with my thigh, too.

He’s a cocky little shit, but the feeling of your heat dragging across his skin was way, way more intense than you thought it would be. You were still wet from the last orgasm which made the glides all the more pleasurable. You couldn’t help the moans that left you as you began to move your hips on your own, hands tangling themselves in Taehyung’s hair as you went.

Fuck, Tae, you feel so good… How the fuck does this feel so good?” You choke out, breathing heavy as you rest your head against his. You can feel his intense stare on you before you even open your eyes to see it – he looks about ready to devour you.

“Go on, love. Go faster.” He urges, pulling you closer so you’ll rut against his clothed erection with each movement of your hips. When you do, he lets out his own deep, throaty moan. The sound, your already sensitive heat, and the ever increasing pleasure has you barrelling towards your second orgasm of the night.

“Shit… m-more, Taehyung… fle-flex again, please…” you beg, pulling your body even closer to his and aiming your hips towards his dick so he gets just as much friction as you. He does as he’s told, his flex a little stuttery with his own building pleasure. “Fuck yes, just like that, holy shit!”

It doesn’t take long for Taehyung’s desperation to catch up with him and soon the two of you are horny, moaning messes, rutting against each other like you’re in heat. He takes his cock out in the moments of passion, stroking it quickly to give himself extra friction. He buries his face in your neck, muffling his sounds only slightly as he speaks. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Y/N… Cum for me, too, love… Wanna cum with you…”

And just like that it hits the two of you, his name leaving your lips in a strangled scream as he bites down on your shoulder to muffle his own as you both slam head first into pure bliss.


Originally posted by jimiyoong

“You’re late, Jungkook.”

He doesn’t expect to see you sitting up in bed when he came home, decked out in his favourite clothes on you and looking absolutely DONE.

“I know, I’m sorry I missed our date, It’s just–”

Shut it. I don’t want to hear it.”

Jungkook’s ever wide eyes somehow go even wider. He isn’t used to you speaking to him like that, and not just because he rarely does anything to warrant it. You’ve just always been… soft with him. Little does he know, you decided that soft can take a backseat tonight the moment you realized he wouldn’t be coming home on time again. He’s almost worried this is going to turn into a fight until you’re up off the bed, pushing him on it in your place.

“I waited for you all day, Jungkookie. And you left me all alone. Do you know how I felt, Kook? Waiting for you all this time?” You ask with a tilt of your head. You jut your lip out in a pout and it shoots a pang right into his heart.

“Um… lonely? I’m sorry, Y/N–”

Horny.” You cut him off, taking a step closer, the innocent look on your face replaced with an emotionless one. 

Jungkook’s cheeks go red instantly and he looks like a deer in headlights. “You… what?” 

You roll your eyes, shoving his shoulder backwards and causing him to fall back on the bed. You slip your bottoms off, climbing up and straddling one of Jungkook’s thighs while he watches, unsure if he should be turned on or terrified. Currently, he’s a little of both. “Horny, Kook! All I could think about all day was you taking me on that date and fucking me against the wall the second we got back home.”

“Y/N, I–”

“I was good, too!” you exclaim, slamming your hands down on his chest. “I didn’t even touch myself at all! Even when you sent me that sweaty selfie after your practice, squatting in front of the mirror in your shorts, showing off your thighsGod, I wanted to get off to that so bad, Kookie… but I didn’t! I wanted to wait for you, and what do you do? You come home four hours late! Four hours, Jungkook!

Again, he tries to speak. “Baby, I’m sorry–”

“No. Don’t you baby me, Jeon Jungkook. I’m not your baby tonight.” You say, voice darker than he’s ever heard it. “Tonight, I’m going to show you just how frustrated you made me.”

You see the way his adam’s apple bops as he swallows thickly, his nervousness written all over his face. It only serves to egg you on, bringing a not-so-sweet smile to your face as you slowly begin to move against his leg, your slickness helping you along.

“First, I’m gonna ride these thighs of yours… thought about them a lot today, baby. The way they looked in that picture… the way they look when you dance… the way they flex when you’re slamming into me…” 

Jungkook whines as you speak, your words alone riling him up. Good, you think. Let him get all hot and bothered to this. You aren’t going to let him cum either way.

Donald Trump Jr.’s Meeting With A Russian Lawyer: What We Know So Far

On Sunday, Donald Trump Jr. admitted that during the 2016 election, he spoke to a Russian lawyer who claimed to have damaging information on Hillary Clinton. So what the fuck is actually going on? Here is everything we know so far.

Donald Trump Jr. did not know who Hillary Clinton was before the meeting took place, and he still does not know who she is:

Sources close to Trump Jr. have stated that he did not know who Hillary Clinton was before his meeting with a Russian lawyer took place and that he was even more confused after damaging information about the 2016 Democratic presidential candidate was allegedly disclosed to him by a Russian source.

The Russian lawyer was played by Cate Blanchett in a performance that is sure to generate some serious Oscar buzz:

According to The New York Times, Blanchett “shines” as Russian lawyer Natalia Veselnitskaya in her secret meeting with Donald Trump Jr. Bringing her unique blend of charm and poise to the role of an elegant femme fatale whose affiliation with the younger Trump remains unclear, Blanchett has all but guaranteed herself a nomination for Best Supporting Actress.

Donald Trump Jr. agreed to the meeting because he just really liked being invited to something:

Despite the potentially damaging implications of his meeting with a foreign agent for information on Clinton, evidence suggests that Donald Trump Jr. went ahead with the meeting because he just felt really nice about being invited to a thing, especially one that’s so secret and important. While no such information was ultimately given, Trump Jr. has privately confirmed that it didn’t really matter, as the invitation served as a real self-esteem boost for him.

Trump Jr. is dousing himself in deer urine so that reporters will stay the hell away from him:

Terrified that he’ll say even more revealing information about Russian ties, Donald Trump Jr. has been pouring incredibly large jugs of deer urine on himself so that reporters won’t think twice about staying the hell away from him. Reports also suggest that he has put some of the deer urine into a spritz bottle and mists himself with it every 30 to 40 seconds.

He admitted that the meeting was not very fun:

After disclosing publicly that his meeting with a Russian lawyer did in fact occur, Donald Trump Jr. admitted that the meeting was not very fun and that he would have preferred the conversation take place over phone or text.