•when he became Spider-Man, he didn’t want to tell you. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, it’s just that he didn’t want you to get hurt because of him
•peter was surprised when you didn’t freak out and break up with him
•“aren’t you, mad that I didn’t tell you?”
•“why would I be mad? You did it to protect me. I understand why you didn’t tell me.”
•he was completely shocked
•“this is why I love you Y/N.”
•which was also the first time he ever said that, and it made your heart melt
•“I love you too pete.” You said, wrapping your arms around him tightly
•making out with him on his bed
•and May almost catching you two
•let’s face it, watching cartoons like Bob’s Burgers and Rick and Morty is all the two of you do in your free time
•besides playing video games for hours
•whenever you had a tough day, or needed to cry, peter would cuddle with you. You’d snuggle up into his chest while he wrapped his arms around your back
•his contact on your phone is my hero🤘🕸
•your contact on his phone is my muse😚
•watching movies together and eventually falling asleep with your back pressed to his chest
•May would come from work to see the two of you on the couch, with happiness overwhelming her features
•helping each other out with homework
•making pillow forts (to watch the cartoons), like all the time
•hickies, sooooo many hickies
•on the both of you
•holding hands when he walks you to your classes at school
•when your on your period, peter would go to the store and buy you candy, medicine, comfort food and tampons/pads/whatever you usually use. (he would awkwardly do so as the cashier gave him a strange look)
•he also tracks your period so he knows when he needs to buy you all these things
•he’d show up at your house and one of your parents would open the door while he stood there awkwardly, holding up the bags. They let him inside the house, as he awkwardly rushed to your room
•the first time either of you get drunk, was together
•it’d be new years eve, the both of you in his bedroom after stealing some cheap beer and vodka from his aunt’s party
•“peter,” you hiccuped, “you are the most BEAUTIFUL creature I have ever seen.”
•he’d be giggling nonstop
•“and, and you’re the most perfect arrangement of atoms I’ve ever seen.”
•you took the bottle from his hands lazily, taking another sip
•“I love you spidey” you mumbled,crawling onto his chest, and quickly falling asleep
•he took the bottle from his hands, lazily placing it on the floor next to his bed “I love you too princess.”
•even when he’s drunk, he’s still a sweetheart
•also him saying “WHY IS THE CEILING SPINNING-oh wait, I’m spinning.” *giggles*
•in junior year, you guys went to homecoming together, due to his…situation the year prior
•you two were one of the only couples dancing when the dj played a slow song as everyone made an awkward circle around you (lmao hoco was never like this for me. just believe)
•that night was absolutely perfect
•having one of your friends drive away from the city to a deserted part of the suburbs to look up at the stars surrounding you
•you two were wrapped up in blankets, laying on top of a pile of pillows in the back of the truck
•nerdy jokes, ALL THE TIME
•“Hey Y/N, what did the cell say to his sister when she stepped on his foot? Mitosis.” He burst out into fits of laughter, as Y/N giggled
•watching star wars with him at least once a week
•“The force will be with you. Always.” He recited perfectly with a goofy grin, making you smile
•borrowing his sweaters and wearing them to school
•“Is that my shirt?”
•a blush appeared on your cheeks as you nodded your head
•Peter smiled softly while grabbing your hand, “It looks cute on you,”
•making those bomb ass holiday cookies together
•on Halloween, one of your friends was having a costume party
•you wanted to surprise him with your costume, so you were both going separately
•when you walked through the front door, with loud music and drunk teenagers, you immediately saw peter
•and he immediately saw you
•Ned was wearing an Indiana Jones costume, and Peter was wearing a Luke Skywalker one
•but you on the other hand, you wore a spider-man costume (of course)
•instead of a mask, it had a low hood with the eyes on the mask on it
•the costume was basically a one piece swim suit with a hood (or if you want it to be, it could be a fucking nice ass pj onesie)
•peter’s mouth was opened wide
•“you dressed up as your hero, and I dressed up as mine.” you said with a small smile
•peter was completely awe struck
•he absolutely loves cuddling with you and just kissing you all over
•(as nerdy as it sounds) library dates and study dates
•cleaning up his cuts
•“peter, you have to be more careful.” you mumbled with tears in your eyes. “you go out there and save people and beat bad guys. But one day, you might not come back.”
•“y/n,” he sighed as he sat up to make better eye contact, “I’ll always come back to you.”
•for your birthday, peter saved up as much money as he could’ve and he bought you a VERY expensive ring, with ‘always’ engraved on the inside with the date that the two of you started dating
•“yo-you aren’t proposing right?”
•he laughed,“no, I just- I thought- the ring suites you and I thought…that maybe, I-I don’t know. It’s a promise that I’ll love you forever.”
•you melted at the thought, and from the fact that you two have been dating for so long and he still manages to be nervous around you
101# Soft Klance of the Day:
“I like you, Keith, and I mean that as in… I love you.” Lance confesses one night where he catches Keith alone on the Bridge. Keith blinks in surprise. “Wait, you are gay?” Lance face palms. “Is this seriously the first question you are asking just right after I confessed?” He looks back up and smirks. “I am bisexual, -bi- the way.” “Ohhh. “Keith pauses. “Well… I like you too.” “Oh, neat…aaaand that was anticlimactic.” He scowls at Keith. “Look at what you did, we are surrounded by perfect stars and you still managed to kill the mood.” He snorts and starts laughing. “Couldn’t have expected anything else from you.”
REQUEST(S):“Tough AF Brooklyn chick is pined after by Race Higgins” - anon
“Hey could you write something with a badass girlsie who the boys are kind of afraid of? Sorry it’s kind of vague I just don’t see many SUPER badass ones. Maybe she beats up the delancey brothers by themselves and the boys are like WTF?!!! And could it be racetrack x reader? Love you tons your writing is amazing!!” - @impractical-impala
SUMMARY: In which Y/N makes Race nervous
A/N: ayyyye guess who finally wrote something? but seriously, i can’t write fight scenes??? like idk how to do that so sorry if this sucks :( also, i know Y/N isn’t like super super bad ass in this so sorry about that too, i’m not really sure how to write that either. hope you like it though!
Y/N was headed to Manhattan to deliver a message from Spot to Jack Kelly. She’d already finished selling her papes for the day, and Spot trusted her the most out of all the other Brooklyn newsies. It was a simple (stupid, in her opinion) message, but she didn’t mind taking a walk on such a nice day. The sky was blue, the sun was out, and there was a nice breeze.
She’d come to Manhattan a few times before, and if prompted she would begrudgingly admit that, besides Brooklyn, it was her favorite part of New York. It didn’t hurt that she liked a couple of the Manhattan newsies. Jack was enjoyable, Crutchie was too sweet not to like, and Specs was endearing. Then, of course, there was Racetrack Higgins, who flirted with her endlessly. She pushed him away or ignored his efforts every time, but he kept coming back. She found that she didn’t mind too much. She found she also didn’t mind that he - that all of them were a bit scared of her.
When she made it closer to the Manhattan lodge, she could feel eyes on her. On instinct, she took in her surroundings, searching for whoever was watching her. Spot made jokes a lot about how she was like a guard dog, always tense and ready to attack. Slowly, she walked towards an alley, listening to their footsteps as they followed her.
Once they were tucked into the alley, away from all people, she whipped around. In front of her stood Morris and Oscar Delancey, grinning menacingly.
“Wouldya look at that? It’s one o’ dem Brooklyn goil newsies,” Morris spoke.
“Brooklyn? Ya think she’ll put up a fight?” Oscar asked. They were acting like she wasn’t there, but their eyes stayed trained on her. She was waiting for them to move first before she did anything. If she hadn’t already guessed their intentions when they followed her into the alleyway, she sure as hell knew them now.
They both took a few steps toward her and she slowly clenched her hands into fists. The closer they got, the more she tenses up. The second Oscar’s hand brushed her arm, she landed a punch right on his jaw. He stumbled backwards, but Morris came charging toward her. He threw a punch but she dodged it, kicking him in the shin. Oscar was back up and he grabbed her from behind, locking her arms behind her back. She lifted her leg up and swung it backwards, kicking him in the crotch.
He let out a groan and fell backwards, hands covering the area she had hit. Morris came at her again, but she grabbed his suspenders and pulled him down so she could knee him in the stomach before punching him in the head. He dropped to the ground with a bloody nose and wavering consciousness. Oscar tried one more time, but all it took was one swipe at his legs with her foot and he was down.
“Woah.” She looked up to find Crutchie and Race at the opening of the alley, staring in awe at both her and the Delancey brothers lying on the ground.
“Mush came ta get us,” Race explained. “Said the Delancey brudders had followed some goil into an alley and they ain’t lookin’ too friendly.”
“We came to help,” Crutchie clarified, smiling slightly.
“Thanks, but I think I got it handled.” Crutchie laughed loudly, but Race continued to stare at her. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open slightly. If she had been really thinking about it, she would’ve realized he looked a little love struck. “You boys wanna walk me to the lodge? I got a message from Spot for Jack.”
Race nodded quickly, closing his mouth and erasing his previous expression from his face. As they walked, Crutchie stayed slightly in front and Race and Y/N walked side by side. Every so often Crutchie would glance back at the two of them walking in silence, grin, and then shake his head and look forward again. It was no secret to the Manhattan newsies how smitten Race was with Y/N.
When they reached the lodge Y/N was taken up to the roof to talk with Jack, leaving Race staring after her. All the other boys watched him, whispering and teasing.
“I’m gonna do it,” he spoke suddenly. The boys were silenced.
“Do what?” Specs asked nervously.
“I’m gonna tell Y/N how I feel.” His face was set and he was determined to finally tell her. Immediately, there were protests from the boys.
“She’ll punch you if you even try to touch her!” Someone shouted, warning mutters of agreement.
“She could kill you!”
“I heard once that ‘er and Spot got in a fight and nobody’s seen the guy since.”
“No way! I heard they found the body washed up under da bridge.”
“Would you lot shut up?!” Everyone was silenced by Race’s outburst. He looked nervous and he was wringing his hands. “I’m tellin’ her and that’s that, so you can stop blabbering 'bout it!”
A little while later, Race was outside smoking to calm his nerves. The boys had convinced Y/N to spend the night rather than make the trek back to Brooklyn while it was gettin’ dark out. None of them doubted that she’d be able to hold her own, but Crutchie had pointed out that she looked tired and wouldn’t be at her best if something did happen. She had eventually (reluctantly) accepted the invitation.
He felt his heartbeat speed up as he thought of telling her how he felt. The boys were right, if he said the wrong thing he would most likely end up dead or severely injured. Wasn’t that some saying, though? Love hurts? Love. Because didn’t he love the way she could fight better than any boy he’d ever met? Don’t he love that she wouldn’t let anybody control her or undermine her? Didn’t he love the way she rolled her eyes when he winked at her? Didn’t he love how she hadn’t threatened him to make him stop flirting with her like she’d done to Romeo? That had to mean something good, didn’t it?
He whipped around suddenly, startled by a noise behind him. There she stood, an eyebrow and raised and her arms crossed as she looked at him.
“You got some big date comin’ up or somethin’?” She asked, joining him where he was sitting on the curb.
“W-What?” He could feel his hands start to shake slightly.
“You don’t usually smoke this late. Plus, you’re chewing that cigar like you ain’t eaten in weeks.” She wasn’t wrong, but he pleasantly surprised him that she noticed the change in his behavior.
“I actually been meanin’ to talk to ya,” he said, trying to calm his breathing. She nodded for him to continue and he took in a sharp breath. “Ya know how I’m always flirtin’ with ya?” She nodded again, furrowing her eyebrows. He could see the growing confusion in her eyes. “Well, I just - I wanted to make sure you ain’t gettin’ the wrong idea, 'cause I - ”
“I get it,” she cut him off. “You flirt with every goil, you ain’t tryin’ to settle down, blah blah blah.” She rolled her eyes but her words were harsh, and she looked almost angry. He gulped, this certainly wasn’t how he’d planned for this to go. “That all?”
“No.” She sighs and looked at him, absolutely no interest shown in her eyes. “No, no that’s not what I meant. That’s - that’s the idea I didn’t want to give you. I ain’t goin’ 'round flirtin’ with other goils, Y/N. It’s just you.” She wasn’t looking at him anymore, and she stayed silent. He felt his nerves spike up and launched into a quick ramble.
“I just mean that I really like ya, and I mean it’s fine if ya don’t like me - 'cause I really can’t expect ya to. And you know I just wanted to get it off my chest, 'cause it’s real hard bein’ 'round you and pretendin’ like I don’t have feelings for ya. You can punch me now, the boys said you would. Pretty sure that got a bet goin’ in there. Some say youse gonna hit me, other’s say I’m dead, and then, ya know, some of the boys said you had feelings for me to, which is completely -”
His anxious ramble was interrupted by her hand over his mouth. She was smiling slightly at him, amusement written all over her features.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” she whispered. “I’m gonna kiss you now, that okay?” He nodded quickly and she leaned in. Their lips met and it wasn’t rough like he’d expected it to be with her. She was kissing him gently, and her lips were soft. He kept his hands folded in his lap, tightly gripping his cigar. He was afraid to touch her without any spoken consent, but she had her hand cupping his cheek.
When they pulled away she laughed at the expression on his face. She looked nice when she wasn’t constantly waiting for someone to attack.
“So, who gets the money if I like you back?” She asked, smirking.
“Oh, um - just Crutchie.” He was still having trouble breathing, but for an entirely different reason. She smiled and let out another laugh at his answer.
“Perfect. He’s my favorite.”
“Not me?” Race joked, finally able to act like his non-nervous self. She grinned at the fake pout on his face.
“Sometimes,” she shrugged. He smiled and haphazardly threw his arm around her, feeling his heart pounding in his chest when she didn’t push him away.
Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for
someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to
remain friends and move on?
Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader
Word Count: 1,508
A/N: It’s done!! I hope you guys enjoy this. I really loved
writing this series and everyone’s feedback on it. I hope to do more of these
quick series in the future. Thank you to everyone who has supported me these
past few days! Part four can be found here.
You were still in shock about Peter, Friday morning. You
didn’t know if you should tell him that you knew or just keep it to yourself,
but you also then remembered that you did in fact tell Spider-Man, well Peter,
that you liked him, that you had a crush on him. You told him how you felt. You
didn’t know how you will face Peter at school today. You even decided to get up
earlier and head to school before he did with your mom just to avoid the
possibility of seeing him. However, you knew you couldn’t avoid him in
Chemistry. Also, Homecoming was today to make things even more stressful. You
had to get home immediately and start getting ready. You were starting to get
nauseous at everything you had to face today. It was going to be a long day.
member: ong seongwu genre: fluff summary: all your friends think you should be dating ong seongwu, but you don’t see how you guys belong together. requested: nope. ( : a/n: i wrote this because i had a dream about ong. don’t look at me. also i didn’t proofread and i didnt bother.
it all happened when a group of your friends and his friends first met up with each other.
you’re usually the type to be indifferent when you were around new people. somewhat shy, but more of a resting bitch. you weren’t good in a new crowd even with your old one was around.
everyone was having conversation with each other, while you were half listening, half on your phone not giving a real flying fuck.
your eyes flickered up when you felt someone eyes on you.
Summary: “You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”
You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.
You stared at the man before you, clad in his iconic uniform, ready to go and fight crime. It had been too long since you saw his face, but he hadn’t changed a bit. In fact, if possible, he got even more handsome. Yes, his eyes were weary and his face has aged, but he was still perfection in your point of view.
Your friend would be so disappointed in you if she knew of your thoughts. Even after all this time, he still had such an effect on your heart. Nobody would know though, you had gotten good at lying. You had developed quite the skill for keeping up your facade and deceiving people. Time did that to people; force them to grow up and wear armor to protect themselves, yet you always noticed that the armor had one fatal weakness; the heart. It never protected that, and the heart was the most important spot of all.
You had performed your act well; Dick’s pain was evident on his face when you left. You hated the expression, and what pained you more was the fact that you caused it.
You wanted to laugh at how pathetic you were. Even after all the tears you shed and the hell he dragged you through, Dick Grayson still managed to effortlessly steal your poor heart.
Your broken, battered heart.
“Remind me again why you’re here?” You asked your supposed friend, who was sitting beside you.
“To protect you.” Dick answered, as if it was the most obvious fact in the world.
You found yourself rolling your eyes. You hated people doubting your abilities, whether they were the man you were in love with or not. You trained your ass off and you weren’t going to be looked down upon like some damsel in distress. You were more than that.
“If you want to accompany me, you better find another purpose.” You informed in an icy tone, making Dick flinch. You had never used such a tone on him, he had a reasonable reaction. “If you’re only here to protect me, just leave.”
A frown appeared on his face and you couldn’t help but think that it was the cutest thing ever. “[F/N], I’m not going to let you take them on by yourself. We’re dealing with professionals here who had been at it for a long time.”
“Trust me, I know,” you shifted, unconsciously scooting a little closer to Dick, “I interrogated one of them after all. That’s why we’re here in the first place, or did you forget?”
“Then don’t doubt my abilities.” You snapped. “I know I may not be some protege but I am capable. I don’t need a knight in shining armor.”
Dick’s face fell instantly, causing guilt to seize your heart. Against better judgement, mostly due to the fact that this idiot was clueless and unable to work out what you meant, you added, “if you insist on staying here, instead of ‘protecting me’, make yourself useful and help me instead.”
“Oh… yeah!” Dick exclaimed merrily, clearly glad you were letting him stay.
You sighed, “you’re still as clueless as always.” The comment was harmless and a slip of the tongue, but it was a painful both of you of what you two used to be. You still knew him like the back of your hand.
“Guess I am.” Dick agreed in a sad tone, looking away. You ignored how your stomach twisted and focused on the target below. You were on the rooftop with him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. You could always call for backup from the law, but you knew if more people were involved, it would only increase the risks for everyone and the casualty count.
“Look… I’m sorry for–”
“Don’t.” You whispered, stopping him immediately. “Just don’t. I know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it.”
You turned to him, your eyes glassy and full of hurt. It was the first time you’ve displayed your emotions to him since returning. “No, you don’t understand. You broke my heart that day Dick, and it’s been broken ever since. Even to this day, it still hurts. And you know what the worst part of it is?” Dick shook his head. “I lost a friend, my best friend. I would’ve been fine if you chose not to return my feelings, but you gave up everything we had for some girl you broke up with several months later. You chose her over me, over us.”
“I…” Dick trailed off, speechless, and rightly so.
You shook your head. “Forget this, let’s just focus on the mission.” A silence fell upon you two, one thick with tension. You sensed that Dick wanted to say something, but he was hesitating.
“There’s… no excuse for what I did.” He murmured shamefully. “But [F/N], I want… I want us to exist again. I-I know it’s selfish, and really stupid of me, and I don’t deserve it, but I want things to go back to the way they were.” He reached out to hold your hand, and you allowed him to. “Please [F/N]… I miss movie nights, our lunch dates, just spending time with you and…”
“Stop, please just stop this.” You begged, turning away and slipping your hand out of his grasp.
“No, I won’t. You don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve anything.” You spat, going against what your heart yearned.
Before any more words could be exchanged, you heard the door open from inside. Dick held his breath as the enemy came into view, walking with confidence into the room with his bodyguards. Pushing aside your differences and disagreements, you braced yourself and gave a subtle nod to Dick, indicating the attack was going to occur.
And then you struck them, breaking through the glass and landing swiftly onto the concrete below. You began to attack the enemy, knocking the guns out of their grasp and taking them out one by one. From the corner of your eyes you saw Dick doing the same. It was obvious who was the more superior one of the two, but you were still very impressive.
More gunmen and women came rushing into the room, raining bullets at you and Dick. You hissed and ducked behind a crate, Dick doing the same seconds later.
“Any plans?” He questioned, panting.
“No.” You admitted. “Wish I had Batman’s utility belt right now.”
You two were heavily outnumbered but you had gotten out of stickier situations that this. You decided to fight fire with fire and reached for your guns, ignoring Dick’s worried glance.
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill them.” You reassured. You turned and shot the legs of the attackers. The bullets stopped for several seconds, but it was enough for Dick to knock most of them out.
You continued to shoot at them until you ran out of bullets. Trashing the guns, you ran up to help Dick, using nothing but your body and strength.
“[F/N]!” Dick’s yell distracted you, and before you could comprehend what was happening you were pushed to the side.
You snapped your head towards Dick and your heart dropped at the sight of him bleeding on the floor. You grabbed one of his escrima sticks and threw it at the last gunmen, who was aiming at you.
Seeing that it was clear, you rushed towards Dick and dropped to your knees, turning him over. He groaned in pain as you desperately pressed against the wound on his stomach that was bleeding profusely.
“Batman! Nightwing’s been hit and needs immediate medical attention!” You informed through the comm. After getting a vague response in which you could barely hear or rather understand due to how messed up your mind was at the moment, you focused on Dick.
“You idiot! What were you thinking?!” You exclaimed, tears already forming in your eyes.
He smiled at you, some blood that were dripping from his mouth coating his teeth. “I was thinking that I had to protect you.”
You shook your head in disbelief. “Dick Grayson, you are so stupid. Why are you so stupid?” Several tears fell from your eyes and onto his face.
“I-I’m sorry.” He uttered, struggling with his words. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry–”
“Don’t apologize. Stop apologizing.” You cried, holding him in your arms. He was losing so much blood. The stench made bile rise up in your throat, but you swallowed it down.
“[F/N], if I don’t make it–”
“Don’t say that! You’re going to make it!”
“If…” he reached up to touch your cheek and you leaned into his touch, ignoring how it was coated in his blood, “if I don’t make it… remember that I-I love you. I always have a-and I always w-will.”
“I love you too.” You choked, holding his hand, your heart speaking for once.
“Thank goodness.” He breathed, the words almost lost in the heavy air. His eyelids closed slowly, causing you to panic even further. His hand began to slip but you held it up, your eyes wide with fear.
Dean’s vicious in rut and Castiel knows it. He’s been mated to Dean for about a year now, and they’ve both been through their fair share of ruts and heats, sometimes paired up, sometimes not. Dean knows Cas’ heats, he knows what he wants and needs. And Cas… Cas knows what Dean needs when he’s in rut.
Dean’s rut is peaking, already in the third day. Cas has spent those past days in their bed and nearly nowhere else. He doesn’t want to go anywhere else.
This is based off a true story: HC where MC retells the story to the RFA of how a girl once flirted with her with the line "You know where that short would good on? On my floor."
Did…did this happen to you??
I’m hoping not, no one should have to endure such a terrible pick-up line…
Anyway, thanks for the ask. In my head i’m imagining you meant to type “shirt” and not “short” because that made the most sense to me. Sorry if i’m wrong.
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“Wait, MC!!!! Now I have to watch out for other women, too?! Why are you so cute?!!”
this poor cinnamon roll
you guys have shirts with each others faces on them
the next time you were about to go out together he suggested you both wear them
“I don’t understand?”
Is legitimately puzzled
“You’re wearing the finest threads tailored specifically to your every curve. The color is exquisite with your skin tone, I picked it out myself. And it brings out the beauty of your perfect eyes. Why would it look better on the floor??? MC, this person is clearly delusional and I will not have you consorting with them any longer.”
You’re gunna unleash
T H E B E A S T
He gets really hot thinking about it
“MC, I need to go…take a cold shower…”
Is still low-key jealous and possessive at the thought
But for the next week he kept having dreams about it
“MC, who was this girl? What did she…look like?”
“No, wait! Don’t tell me..”//sigh
Oh hELL NO
“WHO is this girl, MC?”
Angry and protective Jaehee, ACTIVATE
“How dare she talk to you like that. She obviously has no class”
//is pacing now
“I mean, you’re beautiful and perfect so I can’t blame her for trying. But she needs to know that what she did is unacceptable, I need to confront her-”
You have to grab her hands to stop her, looking her in the eyes.
JAEHEE. I LOVE YOU. ONLY YOU. There could be a million girls flocking to me but none of them would hold my heart or my soul like you do. Don’t give this a second thought, please…”
She’s blushing so hard
“Okay…MC…I’m sorry for getting so worked up”
“Now come on, sweetie. We’re going to be late for our dinner reservations.”
“Saeyoung this isn’t a joke!”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”
Blushes and gets super serious
“If I’m being honest, I don’t care who it is, I don’t want anyone looking at you or talking to you like that. Only I should be the one to say things like that to you…”
He wants to know so badly who it was but you won’t tell him, you know what he’s capable of.
He finally gives up pestering you
“She was right though”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
He pulls you in close for a kiss while undoing the buttons on the front of your blouse
Request: What if the reader was an animation student (I’m an animation student in Ohio) and she had an assignment for a class where she needs a nude model? So she asks Steve to be her model and she had him do a few sexual poses. (I just need some gold old smut and some thigh riding xD…) I can always request something else, if need be!
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Warnings: Thigh Riding (one of my damn weaknesses), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), language. Watch your ovaries, ladies.
Going to school, as an avenger, was no easy task. Going to school isn’t easy as it is, I have to save the world on the side, too! Sleep isn’t coming to me very easy these days.
The time currently reads 2:33AM and I’m wide awake.
I’ve been trying to sleep for the past hour and a half, and it’s been fighting me. Sleep isn’t going to be coming any time soon.
Groaning, I drag myself out of bed, and run down to the kitchen for a glass of water.
On to the way to the kitchen, I hear someone grunting coming from the training room.
‘I’d know that sound anywhere.’
Walking into the training room, I lean up against the wall. This is always a pretty sight. I could watch this all day long.
“You just gonna stand there and stare, (Y/N)?” Steve turns and smiles at me.
Sweat beads drip down his temple and into his tight shirt. (You know the one ;)
“S-sorry Steve, it’s kinda hard not to.” Chuckling, he unwraps his hands after his assault on the punching bag.
“It’s alright, (Y/N). Can’t sleep?”
“No, sleep avoids me at all costs these days.”
“I understand, doll. Did you need something?” Blushing, I play with the hem of my shirt.
“Um, I didn’t, but now that I think about it, maybe you could help me with something?”
“Sure, (Y/N) what can I help you with?”
“I have a project in my class due next week and I haven’t even started it yet, I haven’t had any inspiration. But I think I just did.”
“Alright, what do you need me to do?”
“Well, don’t look so excited yet, you might not want to once I tell you what I need.”
“Well I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”
“I need a nude model.”
Steve looks up, stopping unwrapping his hands in the middle of his second one.
“A nude model? Like, naked?”
I laugh, he’s so cute.
“Yes, Steve. That’s what nude means.”
“Uh, um. Are you sure you want me?”
‘Oh God…oh God, oh boy do I…’
“Of course I WANT to, Steve. I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t. Like I said, I didn’t have inspiration, but I just struck it.”
He drinks out of his water bottle.
“Uh, a-alright. When do we do this?” I can tell he’s really nervous.
“Steve, you don’t have to if you don’t want to..I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s alright, (Y/N), I’ll be fine. We can do this.” I feel like he’s trying to convince himself, rather than tell me.
“Alright, you wanna do this right now? We’re both exhausted but having trouble finding sleep, why not try to get some type of work done.”
“Alright, doll. Lead the way.” Steve runs his fingers through his hair, carrying his water bottle with him.
“Come on then” Steve follows me.
Steve and I make it to my room where I keep all my art supplies.
“Alright Steve, let’s get this done.” Steve gulps and looks up at you through his eyelashes.
“That means you need to get nude, Stevie.”
“I’ll turn around if that makes you feel better.” I turn my back to him to give him some privacy.
I hear him rustle around with his clothes before he speaks.
I turn around and ho-ly shit. God this man is so fucking gorgeous, like my God.
“O-okay. Sorry, I’m gonna try to be professional about this,” My eyes drag over him one more time. “But oh my, God..this is gonna be difficult.” Steve has a deep blush going on, from his neck to his ears to his face.
“Don’t be shy, Steve. Believe me, you have nothing to be nervous about. Wow.”
He drags his lip between his teeth.
“Alright, (Y/N) whats my first pose?” Oh yeah, we’re doing work.
“Um, just sit on the bed for now, almost like you’ve just come out of bed and are trying to wake yourself up.”
He sits down, he has his legs pushed together, as if he’s trying to keep himself hidden.
“Steve, the whole point of a nude model is the NUDE part.” I smirk and raise my eyebrow.
He draws in a big breath and spreads his legs, his large member (even when it’s soft) lays flaccid against his leg. He hangs to the left, I take note.
‘Oh my, Captain. He must be massive.’
I drag my lip between my teeth, and getting to work. As I’ve drawn him, I’ve noticed his dick has started to harden.
‘Oh God I should have known this was going to be so fucking hard, no pun intended, me.’
I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve some pressure.
“Alright Steve, I have an idea.”
He leans up, resting his elbows on his knees.
“What do you need me to do, doll?” His voice has gotten deeper, sexier. If that was even possible.
“Would you be willing to do some sex positions for me?” His eyebrow raises.
“Sex positions? How am I supposed to do that alone?” I chuckle.
“I’ll show you, Stevie.”
Guiding him as best as I can into some, rather compromising positions, I begin to draw him.
He is standing up now, with his cock in his right hand, and I’ve told him to make it look like he’s thrusting into someones tight, wet heat. Oh God at this point, my cunt is soaked. I need him, I need something. I can’t even focus right now. His cock is so hard…so long and so thick…fuck this, I want him.
He turns his head to look at me.
“I have another idea.” “Tell me.” He’s almost breathless, and I can tell he’s becoming desperate too.
“Sit down on the bed, lean back on your arms and spread your legs.
He does what I ask, no questions asked.
Oh how I want nothing more than to jump on top of him, and slide my wet pussy down his massive cock.
But I wanna play a bit first, if he’ll allow it…
“I-I wanna try something…is that okay?”
“Do whatever you need, doll.” I know that’s a welcoming invitation.
Stripping out of my own clothes, all except panties, I understood why he was so shy. This is nerve wracking.
However, seeing his reaction tells me I have nothing to worry about.
“Have you ever had someone ride your thigh, Steve?” Biting my lip, I bring myself on top of him, straddling his left thigh.
“No…can’t say I have, (Y/N) but I have a feeling it’s going to be quite a beautiful site.”
I bring myself down on his thigh, the friction from his thigh and my panties against my cunt is almost too much to bear.
“Oh fuck, Steve.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him, bringing his mouth to mine, our tongues dance together, battling for dominance.
I begin to grind myself against his thigh, slowly at first, back and forth, back and forth until I feel myself about to cum. He can tell I’m close as I go faster and faster, chasing that sweet release.
He suddenly flips me over, stopping my assault on his thigh.
“F-fuck Stevie, why did you stop me?” he growls.
“If you’re gonna come you’re gonna cum around my cock. I saw the way you were admiring it, doll. What, never seen a cock as big as this?” He grabs his cock and smacks it against my clit a few times.
“God, Steve please. Please fuck me.” I’m never one to beg for anything, but I need this…
“You never answered me, (Y/N)”
“No Steve, I’ve never seen a cock as big or as pretty as yours and I want in inside of me, so deep.” He groans, and shoves his cock into me. Slowly at first, then a little faster.
“More Steve, I can take all of it, I want it all.”
“Yeah? You want me balls deep inside your cunt baby?”
God vulgar Steve is a good Steve.
“Yes, please, all the way.” He does just that, all the way until his balls lay against my ass.
Thats when he starts going rough. Hard, rough, fast. This is pure raw fucking and nothing more.
And it’s so fucking hot.
“God Steve I’m about to cum!”
“Yes baby, let it out, don’t hold back. Cum on my cock, I’m right behind you.”
A few more sloppy thrusts later we’re both coming apart at the same time.
“God that was amazing, doll…”
“Oh yes, God that was everything I was hoping it would be…”
“You’ve thought about sleeping with me before, doll?”
“Oh God so many times, Captain.” I say captain a little seductively.
He takes in a sharp intake of breath. I smirk, looking into his eyes.
“Oh? Someone likes to be called captain in the bedroom, too hmm? Oh man, I can’t wait till our next time.” I run my finger down his spine.
“If you don’t behave yourself doll we’re gonna have round two before you’re ready…”
I laugh and kiss him on the cheek.
“Did you get what you needed before we got distracted, doll?”
“Yes, Cap. It’s perfect…thank you.”
We lay down in my bed, still nude.
“Stay with me for the night?”
“I’ll stay with you forever.” We end the night with a deep, passionate kiss.
Tiffany found you laying on the floor of your walk-in closet. She screamed as she took in your form. Not sure if you were alive or dead. You don’t know how long you were laying there for. It could have been days for all you knew. The last time you remembered was sending her a text saying “He’s gone” That might have been a little dramatic, because Yoongi was alive, but he wasn’t with you. He wasn’t going to be with you anymore. When you turned to look at her, she could see your puffy, tear stained face.
She sighed, putting down her bag, and got down on the floor next to you. You both turned your heads to look at each other. She knew he wasn’t like the others. She hadn’t seen you this bad since Jinyoung. You reached out for her hand and she held it in silence. The two you laid in silence. She wasn’t going to press you and you weren’t ready to speak yet. Tiffany reached her free hand over and brushed the hair out of your face.
“He was right” you whispered. Your voice came out small. Tiffany furrowed her eyebrows, “What do you mean babe?”
“He said that one day I was going to end up alone. And I am alone” your body wanted to cry, but you had nothing left. Your body shook in silence.
Give me the chicken! Come on best owner in the world! Can't you hear me whine? I'm standing on my paws for you! YES! Ruby gave me chicken.
Oooooh being brushed feels good! Pamper me more Weiss! Yes, I'm a good doggy! I'm a very good dog! Yes I want a treat!
CAT! CAT! CAT! CAT! CAT! Awww Blake ran away from me. Maybe if I roll around on her bed, she'll love me back? Yes! Perfect!
Yang, grrrrr, let go of the rope! Gimmie! It's my toy! Great, now I'm dangling in the air but I'm still not letting this toy go! Yay! You let go! I win! Wait, do you want it back? Ok, lets go again! I love play time!
Jaune's shoes are the best chew toys! Oh, I think he's looking for them again. Time to pretend I found his shoes. He always pets me for it!
Nora! Nora! Nora! If I keep staring at you I know you'll give me bits of food from your plate. Mmmm beef! Let me lick your fingers! Do you have anymore? I'll stare at you again until you give me more. Please?
Throw the stick! YES! I'm running after it! Are you watching, Pyrrah? I got it! It's heavy but I'm bringing back your big stick. Throw the giant Frisbee you have next!
Naps are always best with Ren, it's always so quiet and he scratches me behind my ears while he reads. He doesn't even mind that I drool on his fancy clothes!
“(Y/B/F), what the hell did you do? What are you smiling at?” You feel like you will pass away right now…
“Get ready, he is coming” Said (Y/B/F)!
“OMG, OMG, OMG what should I do now? What can I say… am I ugly? Did I fix up my hair? Ah God help me…” you feel so lost, you never felt this way before, your hands are shaking, the knees are shaking too. You feel like adrenaline is flowing through your blood…
It’s so bad… but it’s so cool! You know that your dream will come true right in 10 seconds… but what if something will go wrong? What if you say something stupid and it would be so awkward… you thought about it only in 8 seconds… the one thing you know for sure is that you will ever forget this… whatever will happen! And what about your…
“Hey”… You would never have confused this voice with someone else’s… it’s him! You feel something right inside your heart something that brings you suffer and happiness at the same time, something that we call love and affection!
“Hey” said (Y/B/F), “I’m (Y/B/F/N), nice to finally meet you” he wasn’t his fan at all… but you can see that he is really enjoying the situation, and you know for sure that it is because he knows that you need to do something now, but what?!
“Hey” said Tom again, he was waiting for you to react. He is right in your back you don’t see him, but you really want to see him even if you shy. (Y/B/F) sits right in front of you, Tom is behind you… and time is ticking, you still didn’t answer…
“Is everything okay (Y/N)” said (Y/B/F) with a smile on his face!
You looked into his eyes and made a look that says: “oh just wait, I will kill you later…”
And you finally turned around and saw him…
His hair is perfect as always, he wears a black tight shirt, his eyes are completely brown and you are just drowning into them, also you noticed that he looks right into your eyes too. Now everything doesn’t matter for you. Your every problem just gone. You feel like you can do whatever you want. You even forgot that (Y/B/F) is still sitting there with you. But he didn’t long to wait for himself…
He said “hey”… (Y/B/F), you and Tom are standing now… it’s a really short but still awkward silence…
”Let’s just sit, ha?” Said (Y/B/F) to both of you!
“Hey again, I’m Tom, Tom Holland” said Tom. He didn’t sit yet, so did you, he just smiles and looks at you, he is really affected by something, you don’t know what is that… or… you are just afraid to think that it’s because of you, ‘cause it’s stupid tho…
“Hi” said you, you was so scared that it even affected your voice, but he didn’t notice it.
“And you are…” said (Y/B/F) with a questionable and waiting face…
“What me?” Said you, you are still looking at Tom, you don’t care about what (Y/B/F) says…
“Your name! Don’t be so… just say your name please” said (Y/B/F) a little losing his temper..
“Oh Yeah, I’m… I’m (Y/N). It’s really so great to meet Tom Holland himself…” said you and it was like slap for you, ‘cause you feel scary and adrenaline again. It felt like you woke up…
“(Y/N)” replied Tom with a little affection, “You have a really beautiful name… and your dress is just amazing by the way…” he looked at your dress and in your eyes again.
“Thank you, you too” said you, then you got your mistake! “Oh I mean name, nor dress… of course not dress, you don’t wear it now… I mean you don’t wear it at all…” you just wanted to die right now because of shame…
You heard a quiet slap. It’s (Y/B/F) just did a facepalm
“I’m sorry” you said but then you noticed that he is smiling and it just relaxed you…
“Let’s finally sit…?” Said (Y/B/F).
“Yeah, of course” said Tom and sat on a chair
You sat too without saying a word. There is a little silence. Tom broke it:
“Thank you for the beer… I came just to thank you.” Said Tom with a smile, and you know he feel awkward so do you. But now you feel a little confused too: what beer?
“What?” You said a little confused…
“You ordered a beer for him, don’t you remember, (Y/N)” said (Y/B/F) and winked at you.
“Me? Oh yeah… Yeah I did, it’s nothing Tom, I know you like beer” you looked at Tom again, he is so amazing you think…
“So what are you doing here, in London? Are you alone?” Asked (Y/B/F)! Tom sits right on your right, (Y/B/F) sits in front of you and he looks at you then at Tom and then at you again…
“No, I’m here with Zendaya and Harrison…” said Tom and then completed: “Oh, I think you don’t know who they are…”
“Oh no, I definitely do, (Y/N) told me everything” said (Y/B/F).
“Really?” Asked Tom, he looks at you and it seems he is really surprised…
“No, no I didn’t” said you, it’s so shame you think… you looked at (Y/B/F) with I really mad look.
“…how you visit some hospitals worldwide, about your beautiful dog Tessa and…” but here you interrupted him:
“No I didn’t!!!” You almost screamed… now you feel completely dishonored.
“Oh, we have to go now, we gotta do that sing we were talking about, (Y/B/F).” You said, looked at (Y/B/F)with a very praying look…
“What thing? I don’t remember…” said (Y/B/F) he a little confused…
“THAT THING” said you in a very strict tone…
“Oh yeah, I remember” said (Y/B/F) with too much creativity.
“So bye then” said Tom more to you than to (Y/B/F), I hope we will meet again (Y/N).
You didn’t want to go but it was too dangerous to stay more… you said bye and left. Then (Y/B/F) came out if the cafe!
“How could you do that to me? OMG it was so awkward I was so stupid in front of him, he laughed at me” you said with a madness and sadness at the same time…
“You are wrong! Yeah he smiled, but it because you affected him, I saw everything and you stayed well!
You know what? I think I forgot my wallet when I paid for our order, I will come back in a minute…” said (Y/B/F) and left. You were standing on the other side of the street when (Y/B/F) came out…
Now you are on the way to home… you don’t talk too much, cause you are thinking a lot about everything that happened. Then you suddenly stoped and you felt really sad…
“What is that, (Y/N)” asked (Y/B/F).
“I just realized, I didn’t take a photo with him” said you almost cried. (Y/B/F) Just smiled, hanged you and said: “You will have the chance, I promise…”
To be continued…
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Let me start off this plea for help with that I don’t deserve
it. What’s going to happen to me soon I absolutely asked for, but
god, someone please save me.
I’m a perv. I hack into girl’s computers and watch them in
their houses from their webcams, or even better, their rooms.
Catch them doing yoga, undressing, it’s truly my lucky day when I
can catch them masturbating. Once I even caught this lesbian couple,
but they didn’t do anything fun- just tickled each other and
planned their honeymoon. So. Boring.
It’s a victimless crime. I get my rocks off or enjoy your
conversations, and the people never even know I was there.