and she slipped her hand around his waist

I'm On My Knee

Hi babes! This is a marshmallow-soft story about the reader and Tom having a special inside joke. That inside joke being Tom dramatically falling down onto one knee to tease her after she accidentally tells him that it’s always been how she wants to get proposed to. The inside joke makes the both of them think a lot about their future and cuteness ensues! I hope that you like it!

Side note: The film was everything I wanted it to be and more? It owns my entire heart? The cast did so well and I’m so happy for all of them and my heart is just overflowing with love and I’m going to see the film again tomorrow!

I’m On My Knee

“He makes me want to wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.” She murmured to her boyfriend, utterly and completely inebriated. “I want to learn how to cook so he can always come home to a hot meal. He makes me want to learn more so that I’ll always have new things to talk to him about, and he makes me want to take care of myself so that I can look good for him. I wanna read every book on the planet earth and watch every film, just so I have stories to tell him before we go to sleep. But, mostly, he makes me wanna wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.”

    Tom smiled, securing a strong arm around her waist before she had the opportunity to slip from the barstool she was trying to twirl on. Holding her still, he questioned, “anything else you want, darling?”

    Lurching forward, she twined her arms around his neck and moved to perch on his knee. She shoved her face into Tom’s neck and breathed in deeply, dragging her hands across the expanse of her boyfriend’s chest. He smelled of french cologne, the fabric of his shirt felt soft beneath her cheek, and she was so close to him that she could count the beats of his heart. “I love you.”

    Supporting her frame, Tom kissed the top of her head, “I love you more.” She sighed into his chest and Tom helped her to her feet, making sure that he still had her locked in his arms. “Let’s get you home now, drunky.”

“I want him on his knee like in the old films,” she added before she allowed Tom to guide her to their parked car.

    Truly, Tom felt the same way about her, but there was no way that he wouldn’t tease her about her intoxicated confession every chance he got. He’d been dreaming about how beautiful she’d look walking down the aisle to meet him since their third date and it comforted him that she seemed to feel the same way.

    She knew that she had majorly screwed up the next morning when Tom dropped down onto one knee, offering her a bottle of advil and a glass of water to soothe the pounding in her head that refused to be ignored.

    “On my knee, baby, just how you wanted!” Tom smiled, his curls flopping down in his eyes in the most endearing of ways. She hated that he looked so cute while he was so successfully embarrassing her.

    Groaning, she brought her hands up to cover her face, “Tom, stop! I told you that I was just drunk. Let it go!” She pleaded, blush spreading as far as the tips of her ears.

    Her boyfriend feigned hurt feelings, “well, if you were truly joking, guess I’m out of here. Gotta go get me a girl who’s in it for the long haul.” Tom joked as he moved to walk out the door.

    “Tom,” she whined before rushing forward to keep him in place with a hug. “Stop being so dumb and help me make pancakes. You flip them better than I do.”

    Smiling down at her, Tom took of her hands within his own and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, “One day, I’ll be way more than just your boyfriend who flips pancakes better than you do. One day, I’ll be your husband who flips pancakes better than you do.” Tom laughed, picking her up to spin her around the kitchen.

    She was happy that Tom was focused on not dropping her or running into anything because she was even pinker than she’d thought previously possible and she was positive that the smile on her face was so huge that her face would crack into halves. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have the greatest job, it didn’t matter that she was absolute shit at math, in fact, she couldn’t think of anything that mattered to her more than what Tom had just said. He was planning on a future with her and she was so elated that she spent the entire rest of her week floating from place to place on a bed made of cotton candy clouds.

    The next time Tom dropped to one knee for her, it was in the flower shop while she was sifting through bins of tulip bouquets for their friend’s dinner party. “Because I love you,” Tom said, holding out a bundle of daisies.

    Rolling her eyes, she took the flowers and bent forward to kiss Tom tenderly on the mouth. “Because I love you,” she repeated back to him before taking both bouquets to the register while Tom struggled to free his wallet before she could pay for her daisies.

    The time after that, Tom fell to one knee when she had come home with smudged mascara and tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. Hurrying off the couch, he dropped to one knee in front of her, pulling her to perch softly onto his popped knee. “What’s the matter darling?”

    Shrugging her shoulders, her lower lip trembled and she merely hid her face in Tom’s neck.  Stroking her hair and mumbling the words to ‘Moon River’ into her ears, Tom waited for her to tell him what was upsetting her. He did his best to search his mind for anything he could’ve done, anything her friend’s could’ve done, anything at home that could have upset her and came back with nothing. Tom briefly had a fleeting feeling that he was failing as her husband until it clicked in his brain that he hadn’t ever gotten down on one knee before her to present her with an actual ring.

    That night, while she snuggled into the crook of his arm, her face hidden so close to his neck that Tom could feel her lips press into his skin, he looked up some photos of rings. Each time Tom found a particularly nice ring, he’d zoom in and envision it on her lovely hands. Looking down at her hand that was loosely curled around his waist, he murmured to her sleeping form, “nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands.” His girl had been on an E.E. Cummings kick and clearly the poetry she read aloud to him had rubbed off on Tom.

    Placing his phone back into it’s charging station on their nightable, Tom laid down and  made sure to lace his fingers through her own before he shut eyes to sleep, agreeing with E. E. Cummings  that nobody had such small hands. Such small hands that a glittering ring would only compliment.

    The next weekend, as she and Tom strolled through the supermarket to grab some fresh vegetables and fruit, and maybe a loaf of bread to go along with dinner, Tom spotted the baked goods aisle. Getting completely sidetracked, Tom stood staring at the pastries while she carried on in search of the produce section. Glancing at her retreating figure and then back at the deserts, Tom grabbed an armful of cookies, cinnamon rolls and cupcakes before hurrying after her.

    Her eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend nearly skipping towards her, arms overflowing with pastries. “Tom,” she started, cocking her hip and raising her brows, “that is ridiculous. Pick one thing, we already have too many snacks as it is!”

    “No, no, darling, you don’t get it. We’d leave the cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and we could eat the cookies as a snack, and then the cupcakes could be after dinner.” Tom tried to ration.

    “Tom, I’ll eat them all and then get bigger and you know I’m trying to look good this summer!” She whined, shaking her head and silently pleading for Tom to at least put one of the items he was holding back.

    Shuffling the food around in his arms, Tom attempted to clutch all the food with only one hand. Gently moving her hair away from her eyes, Tom kissed her temple. “Darling, you know that you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, and nothing would be wrong with how you look even if you decided to inhale the entire pastry department on your own. I love the way you think, how kind you are to others, and you’re one of the smartest and least arrogant people that I know! I love you for your heart, and your brain. I thank the universe every night for your lungs and your kidneys, because they make you. You’re sweet-ass body just happens a perk of loving you.”

    Tom kissed her one last time before dropping down onto one knee before her, “c’mon angel, please?” He asked one last time.

    Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend’s cheesiness, she placed the cupcakes and the cinnamon rolls in her basket before leading Tom over to the fruit and asking him to pick out the crunchiest apples for their salad.

    When Tom fell to one knee again, it was after she had gone shopping with her friends and was currently modeling her new purchases at his request. She had exited the bathroom in which she was changing in, wearing an extremely short, white dress that left very little, if anything to Tom’s imagination. The dress was littered with small, red roses and had straps that were tied into a bow. As she twirled for him, Tom could see that the straps were the only thing holding her new dress together and by the time that she’d stopped her spinning, Tom was on one knee.

    “Should I take this off myself or do you wanna get up off the floor and help me?” She giggled, toying with the bow sitting atop her shoulder blade.

    As Tom carefully untied her dress and watched it fall to the ground, he muttered, “pretty ring would go nice with the roses.”

    She could barely hear what Tom had said, let alone comprehend it, as he began to pepper her exposed body with warm kisses. Stuttering out an barely audible, “uh-huh,” as Tom mouthed over the sensitive spot she had just beneath her ear.

    As time went on, “I’m on my knee,” became a phrase that she would hear from Tom almost as frequently as he said “I love you.” He’d drop to his knee in public, private, essentially everywhere they went. She was nearly convinced that Tom on his knee wouldn’t ever mean anything other than their inside joke, but little did she know how Tom feeling.

    Each time he dropped down onto one knee before her, it always made him long to obtain a ring to present her with. Considering that he was on his knee for her essentially everyday now, so much so that even the press was completely desensitized to photos of Tom on his knee before his girl, he was legitimately out and about looking for rings.

    He’d recruited his mother to assist with the search, begged Harrison, Jacob, his brothers, his father, and even her mother to help him with the search, but none of them could find a ring that Tom felt was worthy of her hands. Each time someone would send him a photo of a ring that left Tom dissatisfied, which was often, he’d simply send back the verse from ‘Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond,’ regarding the smallest of hands. At this point, nobody was sure what he meant. Once Harrison had tried to clarify what exactly the rain having tiny hands had to do with the ring search, but he came back describing a look of genuine craziness in his best mate’s eyes and decided to drop it.

    It was only after Tom had wandering into an antique shop with his mother that he found something perfect for her. The wedding ring was vintage and even came with an engagement ring, and after Tom had spent countless hours on the weekend thrifting and wandering in an out of hidden gem shops with his girl, he knew that she’d love it.

    Tom could only hide the ring for about a week. He was utter and complete shit at hiding things, especially from her, and the ring felt as if it was burning a hole through his pocket. He couldn’t wait to let the whole world know that she was going to his forever and he’d be hers for just as long. Tom just needed to create the perfect moment.

    Luckily for him, the perfect moment came the very next morning. Tom trailed behind her, kissing the back of her neck softly as she laughed and threaded her fingers up through his curls. They were deep within the poetry section of the most massive library Tom had ever seen and when she reached up to grab a novel, Tom felt as if the wind got knocked out of him. In her hands sat a copy of E. E. Cummings collected poems and while she sifted through the pages, Tom prayed inwardly to the universe for her to read the poem that he knew was destined to be hers.

    Not allowing her time to chose a poem, Tom dropped down to one knee while her back was still turned on him. Digging the ring out from the confines of his pocket, he could only get the last few lines of the poem out. “I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice in your eyes is deeper than all roses.”

    As Tom neared the end of the poem, she turned and opened her mouth to say the last verse with him. “Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.” She smiled, completely prepared to meet Tom’s eyes as she finally faced him.

    At first, the only thing her mind could register was that her boyfriend was on his knee, as always. It took her a second to take in the ring that glittered off of the library’s bright ceiling chandelier. Pressing a hand over her lips, she struggled to breath, her small hands gripping the open poetry book in her hands. “Do you mean it, Tom?” She questioned, her eyes flicking down to the ring he was presenting her with.

    His eyes were glassy in the light, and Tom smiled, “course I do, darling. I’m on my knee after all.”

It’s You That I Hold Onto (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by sweetly87

✩ prompt: a lovely anon message a few posts back :) includes a jelly reader and an overprotective thunderbird

✩ word count: a fair amount idk man

✩ warnings: so sweet u could possibly get a toothache :(

It’s You That I Hold Onto

It’s a typical Saturday evening in the Goldstein residence (plus a few), Queenie and Jacob waltzing to sleepy crackling records, dappled golden mid-winter light on the wallpaper, the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. 

Everything seems perfect to Y/N as she makes her way to the living room, her brilliant crimson skirt swishing rather gracefully about her waist, her hair (for once!) cooperating falling over her shoulders smoothly.

Queenie smiles at her, elegantly breaking away from Jacob to switch which record is playing, new music erupting from the golden phonograph.

“Would ya’ care to dance?” Jacob asks, giving her a rather sloppy grin and holding out his hand.

Y/N nods gleefully, enjoying the time with one of her best friends as the stout man spins her about the room, Queenie clapping to the music.

Newt’s eyes flick to the duo dancing gleefully through the living room, his gaze caught on the pretty woman in his arms. How that skirt shows off her hips-

He looks away immediately, blushing and mentally kicking himself for being “an absolute bloody creep.”

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Second chance

(A/N): I just really needed Bucky fluff so

Summary: (Y/N) gives Bucky a home, a family, love, a second chance.

Warnings: fluff

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette

Originally posted by veestronger

   Bucky winces as the front door creaked; he’d have to change the hinges soon. The floor boards ached underneath his boots, making awful creaking noises with each step. Goddamit, he was trying to be quiet for fucks sake and his 7,000 year old house was making that nearly impossible.

   “You’re back early,” Bucky looks up from the old wooden floor to look upon his wife, standing at the foot of their stairs with a robe wrappedaround her body. Bucky can’t help but smile as he lowers his bag to the ground, immediately enveloping (Y/N) into a tight hug.

   “Mission went off without a hitch,”

   “Mmhh, that’s good,” (Y/N) hums softly as she runs her fingers through Bucky’s sweat matted hair. “No bruises, cuts, broken bones?”

   “My leg has a small scratch, nothing to be too worried about,” (Y/N) releases Bucky from their hug instead taking his hands as she quietly led him up the stairs, stopping when the floorboards would creak gently. It took a few minutes but (Y/N) finally got them up the stairs and into their shared bedroom.

   (Y/N) immediately drags Bucky to their bathroom, gingerly forcing him down onto the side of their bathtub, a vintage claw foot that Bucky spent years trying to install.

   “Clothes off,” (Y/N) states matter of factly as she reaches under their sink, grabbing the first aid kit she always had on hand.

   “(Y/N), it’s really nothin’ to worry about doll, just a little scratch-”

   “Don’t make me tell you again Mr. Barnes,” (Y/N) clucked her tongue at him, smiling just a bit. Bucky smiled as he unbuttoned his vest, letting it droop to the floor as he began worming his boots and pants off. Before his pants were even off his leg (Y/N) pounced upon him, inspecting his wound thoroughly as though she were some kind of surgeon. She might as well have been a surgeon given how often she was stitching Bucky up, making him feel better and okay.

   “I don’t think it’s going to need any stitches- this time,” (Y/N) adds the last part with a soft smile. “Probably just some cleaning and a bandage.”

   “See, what did I tell you-”

   “But you need a shower, you smell horrible,” Bucky chuckles gingerly as he shakes his head, still being mindful enough to be quiet.

   “Only if you join me,” (Y/N) smiles softly, chuckling herself.

   “I have to go make breakfast soon-”

  “We’ll help each other, promise,”

   “James Buchanan Barnes, the last time you tried to cook in my kitchen you nearly burned our entire house down,”

   “Yeah, but then we got to renovate, remember how fun that was?”

   “I remember you nailing your hand to a piece wood, that’s for sure,” (Y/N) chuckles again, shaking her head fondly at the memory.

   “Well, I have experience now and I promise I won’t burn our kitchen down,” Bucky smiles softly, his eyes twinkling with a warm sort of fondness for his wife. “Please join me?”

   “Fine, but only because you asked so nicely,” (Y/N) slides off her robe as Bucky turns their tub on, letting it fill up with warm water before he and (Y/N) clambered In.

   Bucky looks back as (Y/N) slides her bra off, leaving her completely vulnerable to his gaze. It felt like Bucky’s breath had been taken away; it didn’t matter how many times he looked at (Y/N), every time he did it felt like the first, every single time.

   “You’re gorgeous,” Bucky whispers as he settles his hands on (Y/N)’s waist as his gaze rakes up and down her body, taking every chunk of her in. “So gorgeous,” Bucky leans forward, pressing a series of kisses along (Y/N)’s hips, stomach, and sternum. Her breath hitches in the back of her throat and her hands immediately fly to his hair, gripping it gently.

   “Bucky, bath first, sex after breakfast,” Bucky smiles as he pulls back, looking up at (Y/N) adoringly.

   “You’re no fun,”

   “Get in the tub you loser,” (Y/N) chuckles as they give his shoulder a gentle tap, before she clambers into the tub, taking up almost half the thing.

   “God, we need a new tub,” Bucky mutters as he slides in, right between (Y/N)’s legs.

   “And you’re not installing it,” (Y/N) presses a gentle kiss to his forehead as she grabs his shampoo bottle, flipping the cap open and squirting some onto her palm.

   “Why not?” Bucky pouts adorably as (Y/N) uses her free hand to work some water into his hair.

   “I don’t need to remind you of what happened the last time you tried to install something,” (Y/N) chuckles as she works the water into his hair, soaking it before working the shampoo in. Bucky hums in delight, sighing as he relaxes against (Y/N)’s body.

   “It was my first time, I can do it so well now-”

   “Bucky,” (Y/N) title his head up enough that she can lean down to press a kiss to his lips. “No more repairs or installations for you, we’ll get a contractor to come out and help,”

   “What the hell kind of contractor is going to come all the way out here?”

   “Bucky, stop squirming or you’re going to get shampoo in your eyes,” (Y/N) chuckles as she fondly strokes her husband’s scruffy cheek, just a barely there touch that she knew he enjoyed so much.

   Bucky settles down, enough for (Y/N) to wash his hair, condition it, and manage to cover some parts of his body in soap.

   “And I’m sure uncle Clint wouldn’t mind coming in to help fix the tub,”

   “You’d pick Clint over me?” Bucky looks almost appalled as he looks up at (Y/N), his eyes narrowed and mouth open. (Y/N) smirks as she hands the soap over to Bucky, smacking the soapy bar into his outstretched hand.

   “Mhm, yes I would,”

   “I’m offended,” Bucky mutters as he washes all the parts (Y/N) wasn’t able to get, namely anything past his pecs.

   “Boohoo,” (Y/N) chuckles as Bucky begins to work on his legs, having to sling one of them over the edge of the tub to clean it. “I’ll make it up to you later,”

   “Yeah,” Bucky grumbles as he works on the other leg. “I’m sure you will,” (Y/N) smiles as she tilts her head, just enough to kiss the side of Bucky’s head.

   “How about waffles for breakfast and me for dessert?” Bucky hums as he sets the soap down, tilting his head up to smile at (Y/N).

   “That sounds heavenly,”

   “Well let’s get going then Big guy,” (Y/N) chuckles softly as Bucky clambers out of the tub, grabbing a towel for himself and two for (Y/N).

   “Thank you,” (Y/N) gets on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Bucky’s lips before quickly pulling away again. “You’re running out of clothes to wear,” (Y/N) comments as she throws him a pair of boxers and loose sweats. “We’ll have to go shopping soon,” Bucky Hums as he gets dressed, sliding his clothing on as he watched (Y/N). God- he could just look at her all day. She was beautiful in his eyes, any little imperfection that she hated Bucky loved, any stretch mark or unwanted mole, any “fat” that she claimed to have he loved it.

   Bucky can’t help but wrap his hands around (Y/N)’s waist as she slips a shirt on, letting it bunch around his arms.

   “I missed you,” Bucky whispers as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck. “I missed this,” (Y/N) sighs as she settles her arms over his, grasping his hands gently and giving them a gentle squeeze.

   “I missed you too…how long will you be staying this time?”

   “Whenever Fury calls me back,” Bucky presses his lips to (Y/N)’s neck, giving her a series of open mouthed kisses. (Y/N) hums pleasurably, tilting her head to the side a bit to give Bucky better access.

   “We miss you,” (Y/N) whispers, stopping Bucky dead in his tracks. We. (Y/N) and their children; their children. Sometimes Bucky forgot he had a life here, a loving wife, three amazing kids, he was so caught up with Shield and missions and hydra that he forgot that he was past that part of his life; he didn’t have to worry about hydra, shield and missions weren’t his day and night anymore but (Y/N) was, his family was.

   “I know baby,” Bucky sighs as he breaks away, rubbing at his forehead as he does. “I need to resign, I need to do something-”

   “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do, I don’t want you to feel like you have to give up shield for us-”

   “But I want to,” Bucky hangs his head, sighing once again. “I want to leave that chapter of my life behind. It’s like I’m stuck on the same damn page twenty four seven and I hate it. You guys are my new chapter, I just need to stop going back and rereading the last ones…” (Y/N) smiles softly as she reaches out, holding Bucky gently.

   “Then take a break, stay at home, learn how to cook, fix our tub and walls-”

   “I thought you said no more renovations for me?” Bucky smiles just a bit, one quirk of his lip is all.

   “Mh, I’ve changed my mind, plus if you’re going to be here all the time you’re going to need to learn how to do some work,” Bucky chuckles as he holds (Y/N), a sweetly almost earthy sound filling the air.

   “You’re rude to me,”

   “Yeah I am,” (Y/N) smiles as she gently kisses Bucky’s bare chest. “And you love me for it,” (Y/N) pulls away, taking Bucky by the hand as she gently guides him down the stairs and into their kitchen.

   “Yeah, unfortunately I do,” (Y/N) gasps, feigning hurt as she clutches at her heart.

   “I’m hurt, wounded,” Bucky chuckles as he wraps his arms back around (Y/N)’s waist, smiling as he squeezed them gently. “No, stop, I’m mad at you,” (Y/N) laughs as Bucky nuzzles his scruffy face in the crook of her neck, tickling her gently. “Bucky, stop, we have to make breakfast!” (Y/N) whispers harshly to the soldier but her smile betrayed her tone.

   “If you keep yellin’ like that you’re gonna wake the kids up,”

   “Yeah, and it’ll be your fault-” (Y/N) smiles as she waddles towards their fridge, dragging Bucky with her as he refused to let go of her waist. “I thought you said you were helping,” (Y/N) smirks as she reaches for the milk and eggs, holding them both in one hand while the other retrieved a small pack of bacon.

   “I am,” Bucky chuckles as he grips (Y/N)’s hips gently.

   “Then get me some flour and salt,” Bucky smiles as he presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s cheek before sauntering off to retrieve all the necessary items for waffles.

   Bucky’s hand stalls as he reaches for a bag of sugar- He stared at the metal plating, stained with years of wear and tear, bodily fluids, and plenty of chalk and paint from both Steve and his children. It didn’t seem like too long ago when he’d used that same hand to choke innocent victims, it didn’t seem like years ago when one day a certain woman came up to him, held his hand, and begged him to help her. That’s how he had met (Y/N). She was being followed by a few shady men and she came to Bucky’s side for comfort. She didn’t even know him, he looked like an ex con for fucks sake and yet she still took his hand and begged for help. He remembered looking into those shining eyes of hers and feeling his heart clench as he was met with a fearful gaze. She begged him to pretend to be her boyfriend, which he gladly did.

   They had walked around, stopped at a cafe, talked, and eventually stopped at Central Park. Bucky was having such a fantastic time that he didn’t even notice when the men stopped following the two of them, and apparently so did (Y/N).

   “They stopped,” (Y/N) had whispered as she looked around the park. “Oh my god, thank you so much Bucky, thank you so, so, so much. How can I repay you?”

   “How about a real date, one where we don’t have to worry about men following us around?” Bucky knew it was a long shot, he was the infamous winter soldier after all, there was no way (Y/N) would ever agree-

   “I’d love that,” (Y/N) had whispered, giving his hand a good squeeze. It was in that moment Bucky realized for the first time in forever he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t afraid he was going to hurt (Y/N), he wasn’t afraid that hydra was lurking around the corner, he wasn’t afraid of what the next mission would be, for once he could finally just be.

   “Buck, I need that sugar,” (Y/N) smiled tenderly at Bucky as she held a whisk in her hand, parts of it dripping in thick batter.

   Bucky clears his throat as he reaches for the sugar, snatching it up before handing it to (Y/N).

   (Y/N) had given him a second chance. He had been a broken shell, something of the man he once used to be but when (Y/N) showed up the pieces slowly started to fall back into place. He didn’t feel so scared anymore, he slowly adopted the old Bucky Barnes back into his life, the fun, playful, loving one that everyone had missed so much. (Y/N) had given him a second chance at life.

   “Daddy!” Three high pitched voices break him away from his thoughts. Three pairs of feet hit the hardwood as Bucky’s kids come barreling after him; Elizabeth, Collin, and Ben. Ben and Collin were his first two kids, twins, and Elizabeth was the youngest, daddy’s princess.

   All three kids latch onto Bucky immediately, shouting happily as they climb all over him. Bucky laughs as he picks up Elizabeth and Ben, letting Collin climb (more like Jump) up onto his back.

   “Yeah, yeah, daddy missed you too you goofballs,”

   “Daddy, I drew you a bunch of pictures!” Elizabeth cries happily, pointing to the fridge with a small finger. Bucky looks surprised as he looks at them, smiling widely when Elizabeth giggles.

   “They’re beautiful baby,”

   “Daddy! I finally hit our baseball into that meadow!”

   “Did you now?” Bucky looks at Ben, who was looking up at his father adoringly.

   “Oh yes he did, he went in to retrieve it and I couldn’t find him for half an hour,” Bucky laughs as (Y/N) continues to whisk and fold the batter.

   “And Collin,” Bucky tilted his head backwards, smiling at his son. “What have you been up to Buddy?”

   “Mommy’s been teaching me how to read big boy books!”

   “Like what?”

   “Harry- Harry-”

   “Harry potter?”

   “Yes!” Colin smiles excitedly.

  “That’s so cool!”

  “Yeah!” Collin nods as he wraps his arms around Bucky’s head, making it impossible to see anything.

   “Kids, why don’t you go play on the swing and daddy will come play once breakfast is almost done?” The children squeal happily as they jump off Bucky, rushing to the back door and out into their endless backyard.

   Bucky smiles fondly as he watches them scurry off, his heart clenching just a bit. Years ago he never would have believe he’d settle down, get married, have a family, he had been too dangerous for that but here he was, making breakfast for his wife and children and in his own home too, not some tower or sanctuary, his own home with rooms and a kitchen and a backyard.

   Bucky can feel the tears burn at his eyes but he ignores them for now. Instead he wraps his arms around (Y/N) once again as his lips find purchase on her temple.

   “Thank you,” Bucky whispers hoarsely, making it obvious he was on the verge of tears. (Y/N) immediately looks at him, her beautiful eyes shrouded in worry.

   “What for?” Bucky smiles gently as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s, inhaling her comforting scent deeply.

   “For giving me a second chance,”


This is sorta lame and cheesy, but it’s basically just a fluffy Imagine about Tom being a cute boyfriend and taking care of his drunk girlfriend💗
Author’s Note: This is a oneshot inspired by sorta me? My mom had a party and made a ton of mixed drinks, and because I’m a dumb baby that never drinks, I forgot that vodka literally punches you in a face when you drink too much of it? Anyways, I got drunk and ended up crying to one of my cousins for about 40 minutes about all the reasons why I love Tom? Apparently, I’m even more cheesy and sentimental drunk than I am sober, who knew lol?

She giggled to herself, ankles knocking into each other as she braced herself on the door of her apartment. She was absolutely, completely, and undeniably smashed. Truly, she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten this way, but then again, she could barely recall her uber ride home.
Her hands kept shaking and she couldn’t find the correct key to fit itself into the doorknob. At this rate, she’d be out all night.
Tom paused the film he was watching and glanced back towards the front door. He was pretty sure that he could hear someone out there, but it was probably just their neighbor’s being noisy. Allowing the film to regain his full attention, he did his best to ignore the strange sounds outside, until he heard something that replicated her giggle.
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She was supposed to be at a sleepover with her best friends, not coming home at one in the morning? Tom got up and made his way over to the window by the door. Peeking out, he saw that the giggle outside indeed belonged to her, and she appeared to be struggling hugely with the task of opening the door.
Quickly crossing to help her inside, Tom yanked open the door and barely had time to catch her as she crashed in on top of him.
“Tom!” She yelped excitedly, making no effort to move off of him, instead cuddling further into him, while he laid sprawled across the floor with her lying on his chest. “Do you wanna hear a joke? It’s so dirty and I know how you love dirty things!” She explained innocently, her eyelashes tickling his neck.
Tom chuckled, “Darling, come on up here. We’ve gotta close the door.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” She leaned over him, “What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?”
“You’re absolutely wrecked.” Tom laughed, taking in her mussed up appearance. She still looked good, how could she not? Her skirt was just shorter, her breasts were more exposed than she’d be comfortable with sober, and her eyemakeup was slightly smudged. Her hair tumbled down her back in messy waves and she teetered on her high heels.
If she had come home sober, Tom would’ve dragged her off to bed with him, but alas, she was drunk and needed to be taken care of.
“She gagged!” His girlfriend giggled, finishing up the butt of her joke. “Do you get it?”
Tom burst out laughing and cradled the back of her head as he rolled her onto her side so that he could get up to lock the door. “Yes, baby, I do. Where’d you hear that one?”
She didn’t even seem to have registered what he asked her because, in response, she said, “I don’t think I’d be Cinderella if I was a disney princess. She gags, but not me. I don’t gag, unless you make me.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re going to be so embarrassed in the morning.” Tom said, slipping his hands beneath her arms to pick her up. Helping her down the hallway to their bedroom, he asked, “Darling, how come you’re not with your friends right now?”
She blinked her eyes slowly and licked her lips. “We were all talking, and drinking. So, so, so much drinking. Did you know that vodka is strong? Like, it’s so strong, because, I’m not sure if you can tell, but,” She leaned closer to his chest and pressed herself up onto her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, “I’m kinda drunk right now.”
Turning his head towards her, he decided to play along, “Are you serious? I’d had no clue.”
“Well, yes! Anywho,” She dragged out the last letter of anywho before she tripped over herself again.
Tom caught her and slipped a firmer hand around her waist. “Anywho?” He pressed.
“We were all talking about our boyfriends, and how much we love them, because, I love you so much. And then, we started talking about the stuff we do with our boyfriends.” She paused in the hallway to poke Tom’s chest, “That’s my favorite shirt on you.”
“Darling, I’m not wearing a shirt?” Tom said, cocking his head to the side.
“I know,” She smiled, “That’s why it’s my favorite.” She gestured to Tom’s exposed midriff, “This is all great. Like, you look so good. The best.”
Tom dissolved into laughter and shook his head, “My silly, drunk girl. What are we going to do with you?”
“Well, you see, what I’d like you to do with me is make-out. That’s really why I came home. We started talking about some things,” She cupped her hand around Tom’s ear and whispered, “Sexy time things. And we all agreed that I should come home to you so that we could do the sexy time things. Because, I wanna do them, with you.”
Finally crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Tom placed her gently onto the bed and tried to ignore her last statement. Yes, she was his girlfriend. Yes, she’d just told him that she wanted him, and yes, he obviously wanted her too. But, she was drunk, much too drunk to consent to sex with him.
Tonight, Tom would be a good boyfriend and take care of her, but, in the morning, Tom would be a good boyfriend and he’d give her at least 2 orgasms with 2 advil pills to chase away her headache before breakfast.
“Sweet girl, we can’t right now. You’ve been drinking too much, you’re absolutely wasted.” Tom tried to reason with her.
“No, no I’m not. If I was drunk, could I do this?” She took a deep breath, “‘May I feel said he/ (I’ll squeal said she/ just once said he) It’s fun said she/ (May I touch said he/ How much said she/ A lot said he) Why not said she.”
Tom cut her off, “Sweetheart, nothing you say matters right now, you’re too drunk. Now just let me help you out of that dress.” Shaking his head, Tom laughed as he walked over to her with an oversized sweatshirt of his in his hand. Only she would be able to quote E.E. Cummings completely inebriated.
Kneeling in front of her, Tom lifted one of her feet onto his lap to unbuckled her high heeled shoe. Undoing the clasp and carefully removing the heel, he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her foot.
“You know, I like it a lot better when you’re on your knees for a different reason.” She pouted, sitting up to watch him.
Tom chuckled again as he began to remove her other shoe, “Trust me darling, so do I. Roll over-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when she interjected.
“Are you gonna spank me?” She asked, rolling over. Her tiny dress had ridden up even more and Tom had to bite down on his lower lip and clasp his hands together to prevent himself from doing just that.
“You’re making this really difficult.” Tom muttered.
“Then do something about it. I thought bad girls got spankings?” She teased him, eyeing the hardness growing within his pajama bottoms.
“Stop it, I’m trying to take care of you and you’re making it really hard.” Tom groaned.
“I can tell,” She giggled.
“For fucks sake,” Tom rolled his eyes, “I’m going to help you out of the dress, and that’s all the touching I’m going to do tonight. Then, I’m going to take off your makeup, and you’re going to go to sleep.”
“Tom,” She whined, wriggling around on the bed, “I don’t wanna. I want you to do me.”
Tom laughed, “You’re going to die in the morning, oh my gosh. You’re such a child.”
“Ugh!” She whined and flattened out onto the mattress.
Sitting down behind her on the bed, Tom rolled her over and unzipped the back of her dress. He did his best to not look, but the zipper kept getting caught in her hair, and he couldn’t ignore the soft skin of her back. He saw that she’d chosen to wear the pretty, light pink, lace bra that she’d been wearing the first time they’d had sex. Groaning over the memories, he helped her rid her body of the confining fabric of her dress and had slid his sweatshirt over her body.
She turned to lay on her back, “Will you at least kiss me?”
“Yes,” Tom placed a soft kiss on her mouth, “Do you wanna get up to go to the bathroom to take off your makeup, or do you want me to do it for you here?”
“Hmmm, here.” She sat up and stuck her hands inside of the sweatshirt, only to toss her bra off seconds later.
Tom’s eye lingered on her chest as he got up to retrieve her makeup wipes.
“I love youuuuu.” She said, hugging herself to his chest after Tom had successfully cleansed her face of all traces of makeup. “You’re my favorite, even though you refuse to fuck me.”
Tom tucked the duvet under her chin and crawled in behind her. He kissed her temple and curled an arm around her, “I love you too darling.”
He prayed to the high heavens above that she wouldn’t feel his excitement poking her in the back while she drifted off and into dreamland.

I wanna be yours•Shawn Mendes

A/N: Bad boy! Shawn smut!

so…hey, this is a long one. Might wanna get comfortable, put the kettle on because it’s gonna be a wild ride. This ones for @xbetter-than-wordsx my love, my heart, my pistachio gelato lovin muffin - you’re too good for this world.

Have a cup of tea on me my lovelies.

Smut/NSFW warning.

Originally posted by kdrauhl

MASTERLIST: more bad boy! Shawn au in here!

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots
I wanna be yours
- I wanna be yours, Arctic Monkeys, original words by the poet John Cooper Clarke.

She wakes up and doesn’t know where she is.

The room is foreign to her, it’s dark and crowded, cluttered and new – smells like Pepsi and smoke and she frowns into the cloudy ceiling. It’s when he moves from next to her that she realizes, and it doesn’t make her feel any less nervous.

Rubbing her eyes, she tries to come to terms with the fact that he’s fallen asleep at her house, come to terms with the fact that her parents are asleep a few metres away, and no matter how good it felt to fall asleep to him running his fingers through her hair, she can’t shake the anxiety off.

She briefly wonders why her room feels so different, but when he mumbles something incoherent into her pillow she finds her answer.

Turning around, she sees his silhouette splayed out above the covers, hair tousled over his sweaty forehead and mouth agape, light snores drifting out of the pearl colored crevices.

He looks so content like this, and she leans over to brush the chocolate curls from his forehead, but she stops herself. Tells herself no, it’s not like that, and she sits up on the bed.

It’s pitch black in her room, unsettlingly dark, so reaching out she turns on her bedside lamp and- “Ah shit…fuck me that’s bright”

“Shit sorry” she hisses. His voice is a groggy, sleep slick tenor, like an ashtray personified and the groan that rattles from his throat reaches her gut, floods lower – makes her heat a little.

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Homecoming l Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker was suppose to take the reader to Homecoming, but something comes up involving the Vulture. After defeating his enemy, Peter tries to win back the reader. The reader doesn’t buy his dumb excuses anymore and it takes a certain Spiderman to convince her otherwise…

Warning: spoilers and sadness and fluffiness 

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Type: The final part!!!


A/N: It’s the finale!!!

Part One Here / Part Two Here / Part Three Here / Part Four Here / Part Five Here

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Peter slid into his apartment in excitement and nervousness. “May! I need your help!” She hopped off the couch in surprise. Peter raced to his room and pulled out a suit that he had never worn. He cleaned his leather shoes and danced to some music as he got ready. He sprayed a bit of cologne and made a face of disgust.

After nearly getting dressed, May pulled out her laptop and researched how to do a Windsor knot. Peter look down at his tie in confusion, looping it over itself in question. He followed the directions on the video and May stood behind him. He tightened the knot and stood to his feet, smiling in success.

Next May showed him some dance moves, silly and fun ones. He loosened up and danced along with her to the music she chose to play. May decided he was ready. She reached out and tugged his jacket straight before nodding in approval.

That night, May drove Peter to Y/N’s apartment and parked the car outside. May look over at Peter’s nervous state and smiled slightly. She leaned over. “It’s game day. Okay, so what’s is your plan?”

“Open the door for her, tell her she looks nice but not too much because that is creepy,” Peter said in clarification.

“Don’t be creepy,” May agree.

“And uh, when I dance with her, I put my hands on her hips.” May nodded her head and Peter exited the car, ready to take the girl of his dreams to Homecoming.

He made his way up the many flights of stairs until he reached Y/N’s floor. He walked down the hallways and found apartment number twelve. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door. 

A few seconds later, it opened to reveal Y/N’s mother. “Hello Peter. Have you come to pick up Y/N?”

“Y-Yes ma'am,” Peter gulped.

“Well, come on in. Y/N is just about done getting ready.” Peter stepped inside and smiled at their cozy home. “Make yourself at home. Would you like anything to drink?”

“No, ma'am. I’m fine,” he reassured her. The door to Y/N’s room opened and Peter turned his head, his mouth falling open slightly at the sight of the goddess before him. Y/N’s mother saw Peter’s reaction and smiled before looking over at her daughter herself. 

Y/N smiled sheepishly at Peter, her (desired color of dress) dress snug perfectly around her small figure.Her hair was curled and lay loosely on top of her shoulders. Peter had never seen anything so beautiful.

“Y-Y-You look amazing. You look beautiful,” he said. Y/N smiled and gazed down at her feet, trying to hid a blush.

“Well, don’t go anywhere. I am just going to grab my camera,” Y/N’s mother said, running off. 

Peter approached Y/N, his eyes never leaving her beautiful face. “I-I uh…brought you a corsage.” He opened the small plastic box and took out the white rose that matched the one on his coat.

Y/N lifted her wrist up and he took her hand in his. Then he gently slipped the corsage onto her wrist. When his fingertips brushed against Y/N’s wrists, she couldn’t help but feel the sparks surging through her body. Peter held her hand and lovingly stare into her eyes.

“Alright, I got it,” Y/N’s mother said, coming back. Peter let Y/N’s hand slip away as her mother entered the room. “Okay, get together now.”

Peter looked over at his date and she looked at him. He gently rest his hand on her lower back and had it snake around to her waist. Y/N stiffened at first but then relaxed into his touch. They both turn their heads towards the camera.

“Perfect,” Y/N’s mother said, after snapping a few pictures. “Alright, are we ready to go?”

The car ride to school was silent, Y/N and Peter sat in the back while Y/N’s mother drove the two. The two young kids sat next to each other in a comfortable silence. 

Like in the movies, Peter eased his hand towards her’s which rested on her leg. His fingers brushed against her’s and she responded gently by moving her hand into his. Their fingers laced together and they both smiled.

When the car came to a stop in front of the school, they were forced to let go of each other’s hands. He stepped out of the car and looked over at a car that had pulled up in front of them.

He recognized the driver immediately. It was the Vulture. Peter had found out his identify when he battled him on the Staten Island Ferry. Now, here he was, dropping off a kid at his school. The kid who exited the car was none other than Liz Allen. 

The Vulture rolled down his window and Liz leaned in, pressing a kiss to her father’s cheek. Peter could read her lips, mouthing a simple ‘bye daddy.’ And he could hear him respond with a ‘have a good time.’ 

Peter was shocked to say the least. His best friend’s father happened to be his enemy, his rival, and the man he would have to bring in one day. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his own thumping heart.

“Peter?” He opened his eyes and looked over towards Y/N. “Are you ready to go in?”

“Y-Yeah,” he said. With each step he took, the thought of the villain echoed through his mind. He couldn’t get the thought out of his head. The two of them entered the gym which was all beautifully decorated for the occasion. 

“Are you alright,” Y/N asked Peter. He closed his eyes and turned his body to face her’s.

“I’m sorry. I gotta go,” he whispered. Regret and sorrow filled his eyes and confusion entered Y/N’s. “You don’t deserve this.” Peter ran off, leaving Y/N all alone.

Y/n stood in utter shock. She gently held onto her arm and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. She gazed around at everyone who seemed to be having a good time, but she wasn’t. She decided that she didn’t need to be there. So she left.

Peter had finally defeated the Vulture and stopped him once and for all. Though he walked away from the battle with a few cuts and bruises, he was sure they would heal by the time he made it back to the dance. 

So he swung through New York, desperate to make it back to the dance and give Y/N the good time she deserved. When he reached the school, his cuts had healed thanks to the spider. He quickly recovered his suit and tidied himself up as best he could before racing to the gym.

He shoved open the doors and found the gym empty. Everyone had left, all except the janitor who was cleaning up the mess. Peter’s heart sunk in his chest. 

“No,” he whispered to himself. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I did not miss Homecoming.” He ran his hands through his hair and sighed in defeat.

“Sorry kid. Looks like you are too late,” the janitor shrugged.

“Not necessarily.”

Peter knocked rapidly on Y/N’s apartment door with a bouquet of white roses in one hand and a box of chocolates and white teddy bear in the other. Y/N’s mother opened the door and frowned at the sight of Peter.

“Oh, Peter. What are you doing here? Don’t you have better things to do?”

“Can I please talk to Y/N?”

“I’m sorry. She doesn’t want to talk to you right now,” Y/N’s mother reassured him.

“I screwed up. I am so sorry. Can you just please give these things to her?” He asked, referring to the items in his hands. Y/N’s mother hesitantly nodded and took the things from him. 

“Goodnight Peter.”

On Monday, Peter got to school early in hopes to wait by Y/N’s locker and catch her before she watched her first class. Surprisingly, she never showed. Peter asked Ned and Michelle at lunch and they shrugged in defeat.

“Haven’t seen her since the dance,” Michelle said, burying her nose in her book.

“Did she say anything to you?”

“No,” Michelle said. Peter groaned and run his fingers through his hair.

“This is all my fault.”

After school, Peter bought more flowers and chocolate for Y/N. He made his way over to her apartment and knocked on the door. Y/N’s mother opened the door again and sighed.


“At least let me talk to her,” he begged.

“I’m sorry. She doesn’t want to talk to you.” Peter nodded his head sadly and handed Mrs. L/N the flowers and chocolate before turning to leave. Y/N didn’t come to school the next day, or the day after that, or the day after that. Now it was Monday again and Peter still wasn’t able to get in contact with Y/N.

He left her messages, calls, gifts, even hand written letters apologizing for everything. Each day, he went to her apartment to apologize profoundly but every time, it was Y/N’s mother who answered the door and never let him pass through. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to see her. He sat in his room and contemplated on how he could win her back. His eyes caught sight of his Spiderman suit laid out on his bed.

After the events with the Vulture, Tony was kind enough to give him the suit back, saying he earned it. Peter took it but hadn’t used it since. He was too busy trying to win Y/N back to even care about his suit. He needed to tell her the truth or she would never talk to him again. That was something Peter couldn’t live without.

Peter swung over to Y/N’s window that night in his Spiderman outfit. He landed on the fire escape and gazed through her window. She was sitting on her bed, surprisingly reading one of Peter’s many letters.

He took notice of all the letters sprawled out on the bed and the small box of tissues next to her. He gently knocked on her window and her head snapped in the direction of it.

She furrowed her eyebrows and made her way over to the window, opening it for him to enter. “What are you doing here?” A small surprised smile evident on her face. “Do you need another patch up?” He shook his head, completely mesmerized by her. “Then what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” Peter said under the mask. Y/N gazed down at her feet and blushed like crazy. She turned around and went to sit on her bed again. “And…I really need to tell you something.”


“I am here to explain Peter’s absence recently,” at the mention of his name, Y/N’s face fell and she rolled her eyes.

“So he sent you here to explain his problems. Real mature of him,” she scoffed. “I really don’t want to talk to him or about him if you don’t mind.”

“Hear me out. Once I explain to you, everything will make sense and everything will be clear. Okay?” She ignored him.

“Thank you by the way,” Y/N cut off, trying to change the topic.

“F-For what?”

“For saving me in Washington,” she pointed out. Peter shrugged and sat down next to her on the bed.

“It was nothing. I was in the area.”

“I owe you.” Peter’s head snapped in her direction at the words he once mumbled to her. Her eyes stay fixated on his face. “You saved my life.” He reached forward and brushed a stand of hair out of her face. 

“Well, I couldn’t lose my best girl,” he whispered.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Y/N laughed.

“What other girls?” He smirked slightly and Y/N blushed for the millionth time that night. “There is only you, YN. There has been no other. It has always been you.” 

The two didn’t even acknowledge their proximity, only inches away from each other’s faces. Y/N reached up and pulled the ends of his mask up his face, just past his nose. Her hands trailed down his body and rest on his chest. Peter pulled her closer by her waist until their lips were nearly touching.

Peter tilted his head to the side and their lips brushed together in a simple kiss. His big robotic white eyes closed, matching his real ones underneath the mask. He pulled her even closer to his body, deepening his first kiss with the girl of his dreams. When they pulled away, they rest their heads against one another’s.


“You’re what?” Y/N asked, with a smile.

“It’s–It’s me…”

“Who?” Y/N laughed slightly. 

“I–I–I,” he couldn’t seem to form full sentences. “I love you, Y/N L/N,” he whispered to her. She froze in her spot, not expecting him to say that.


She pulled away, slightly taken back by his words. Peter took her hands in his and closed his eyes for a second. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you ever since grade school. I loved you even before I knew what the word love meant. I am sorry I missed the decathlon, I am sorry I missed our Homecoming, I am sorry I missed everything. You didn’t deserve any of that,” he said, finally telling her the truth.

“Peter?” The tears spilled down her face when she realized it was him all along. He reached up and tugged the rest of his mask off.

“It’s me, Y/N. It’s your Peter.”

Her mouth opened slightly in disbelief and everything was made clear. Everything regarding his absence and disappearances. It was as clear as glass.

“I am sorry I didn’t tell you. I am sorry I lied to you. I am sorry for everything,” he said truthfully as she took it all in.

“It really is you?” His eyes were red from tears, his cheeks somewhat stained with the salty water, and his nose was sightly pink. “All this time…”

“I am sorry.” 

“You are Spiderman,” she said in awe. “The boy I have been crushing on since I met him is Spiderman.” She covered her mouth with her hands.”That’s why every time you disappeared, he reappeared! You were at the party, you were at the monument, you were always there.”

“I guess…in a way,” Peter shrugged his shoulders. 

“I can’t believe this is happening!”

“You’re not mad?” Y/N shook her head and stood to her feet. She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled.

“I wanted it to be you,” she said in all honestly. Peter looked up at her. She turned around and walked up to him, settling herself between his legs. “And I think…deep down…I knew it was you.”

“I-I’m sorry for lying,” he said. She cupped his cheeks and forced him to look up at her.

“Quit apologizing and let me forgive you.” She leaned down and pressed her lips against his. Peter wrap his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Y/N moaned against his lips and he smirked in victory. 

They pulled away, obviously in need for some oxygen. Peter leaned into one of her hands on the side of her face and kissed it slightly. “I missed Homecoming,” he stated. “I never got a dance with you.”

“Do you still want one?” He nodded up at her and she pulled herself away from his grip, much to his dismay. She went over to her speaker and turned on some smooth and gentle music. 

Peter stood to his feet and Y/N approached him. She took one of his hands and rest it on her waist while she put her hand on his shoulder. Then their other hands met and entangled together.

“But I don’t know how to waltz,” Peter protested. She smiled gently and gazed at the boy who had stolen her heart. 

“I’ll teach you.”



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Brothers Best Friend (Tom Holland Smut)

Word Count: 1437

Y/N laid in her bed, her covers pulled up to her chin, watching the latest episode of her favorite tv show. She laughed as the main character said something funny before the show went to a commercial. She heard the front door door open and close and two male voices laughing from the kitchen, instantly recognizing them. Her twin brother, Braden, and one his best friends, Tom.

She blushed as she heard Tom laugh, remembering what had happened between the two of them the week before. His lips against hers. Hands exploring each other’s bodies. Tongues fighting for dominance. Undressing each other. Their naked bodies against each other. Her core ached just thinking about the memory.

Throwing her covers off, she checked herself in the mirror. Her pink shorts showed off her tan legs and her black tank top hugged her curves perfectly. She pulled her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head before walking down the stairs.

“Hey guys,” she said, walking into the living room.

“Hey,” Braden said, glancing over at her.

Tom smiled at her before quickly turning his gaze on the wood floors. His cheeks turned a slight shade of red and Y/N smiled, knowing exactly what he was thinking about.

“What are you two up to today?” Y/N asked, stealing a bite of Braden’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Having a movie marathon. We’re just waiting for Harrison. He said he’s getting home soon and then I’m going to go over and pick him up. You’re more than welcome to join us if you want.”

Tom sat down on the large couch while Braden sat down in the arm chair. Y/N sat on the other end of the couch, resting her back against the arm of the couch, pulling her knees up to her chest. Braden’s eyes shifted between the two of them, aware that they were interacting as much as they normally did.

“Are you guys ok?” Braden asked.

Tom’s brown eyes glanced over at Y/N. “Yea. Everything is fine. Why?”

“You two are more quiet than normal. It’s kinda weird.”

Just then as if Harrison knew Braden needed to be saved from the awkward situation, his phone vibrated. Braden read the text message and stood up, taking his car keys out of his pocket.

“I’m going to get Harrison. You two work out whatever is going on,” he said, his eyes looking between the two of them.

Y/N and Tom watched as Braden left the room, walking towards the front door. The instant the front door slammed behind him, Tom moved over to sit next to Y/N. His fingers locked with her’s as his thumb made small circles against her skin, creating goosebumps.

“I can barely look at you without thinking about what happened the other night,” Tom began. “You have no idea how bad I want it to happen again.”

His brown eyes locked with her’s as he leaned towards her. His lips locked with hers, moving quickly. She felt him readjust his body so that he was leaning against her. She moved her legs apart, pressing her knees against Tom’s sides. Moving her arms she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

“How long do we have?” Y/N breathed.

“Half hour,” Tom said, pulling away from her.

He stood up, adjusting his jeans, his erection evident against the material. He held his arm out and Y/N reached for it, allowing him to pull her up. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips as she lead him towards the stairs.

Halfway up the steps, he gently pulled her hand and she turned around. He was on the step below her, smiling. Leaning down, Y/N pressed her lips to his. They instantly moved together and Y/N let out a soft moan as his tongue slid into her mouth. Tom’s hands moved to her waist as she stepped down, standing next to him. His back was pressed against the wall as his hands moved over the material of her tank top. Y/N’s finger played with the waistband of his jeans slipping underneath brushing against his hard length. Tom moaned when her hand wrapped around his length, moving slowly along it.

“Bedroom. Now,” Tom growled.

He grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her towards her room, slamming the door shut behind them. He quickly pulled off his jeans and t shirt, tossing them to the floor. Y/N slid off her shorts and tank, making a pile at the bottom of her feet.

Y/N’s eyes scanned Tom’s toned chest as she took a step towards him. Her eyes stayed locked with his as she moved her nails gently along his chest and down towards his waist. Her fingers stopped at the waistband of his black boxers, gently pulling them down. His length sprang free, slapping against his stomach.

Y/N knelt down, running her finger along the tip. Grasping his length, she leaned forward, moving her tongue along the tip. Tom let out a loud moan as her lips slowly began to move along his length. She slowly began to increase the pace each time she moved her lips over him. Tom thrust his hips forward allowing her to take him even deeper.

“Oh fuck,” Tom moaned as she felt his length twitch.

Y/N pulled her mouth off just as Tom was about to release. She smirked as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her bed. Tom’s fingers moved to her underwear and them down her legs before Y/N laid down, resting her head against her pillows. She watched as Tom pulled his boxers down before crawling on top of her, resting his hands next to her head.

His lips pressed against her’s, moving quickly. Tom gripped his length and slid it along her folds, teasing her.

“Damn it Tom,” Y/N gasped as his length rubbed against her sensitive spot.

“Be patient love,” Tom murmured into the kiss.

Y/N pulled her knees towards her and lifted her hips up against Tom’s. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders leaving little half moon crescents scattered across his skin.

Y/N placed her hand on top of Tom’s and helped him guide his length into her. She moaned as he slowly pushed in before pulling back out. He gently pushed the tip in and pushed as far as he could go before staying still. He allowed her a moment to adjust to him before he started to slowly thrust.

Her nails moved along his back, leaving red marks for the world to see. Tom rested his head against Y/N’s shoulder, his heavy breathing causing goosebumps against her skin. The pace that Tom was going was driving Y/N wild. She wanted him to go faster but she loved being able to feel her high slowly approaching.

That familiar knot was forming in her stomach and she knew she only a few thrusts away before her high approached. Tom began to thrust a bit quicker and with three more her walls clenched around him. At the same time she felt him release into her. The room was filled with moans and a string of profanities from Tom.

Tom rolled over, laying in the empty spot next to Y/N. Their heavy breathing filled the room as they both recovered from their highs. Tom’s fingers locked with Y/N’s as he rolled over to look at her.

“I think it’s time we go on a proper date,” he declared.

Y/N nodded, agreeing with him. “Tomorrow? 5 o clock,” Tom said.

Before Y/N had time to respond the front door slammed closed. They could hear Braden and Harrison talking as the two of them looked at each other. They both scrambled off the bed and rushed around the room to find their misplaced clothes.

“Y/N? Tom?” Braden called from the bottom of the stairs.

“Up here! Be there in a minute!” Tom called, pulling his jeans on.

“Do I look ok?” he whispered to Y/N.

Y/N hooked her bra and glanced over at him. His brown hair was a mess and she walked over and fixed before nodding. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss before slipping out of her room and heading down the stairs.

Y/N finished getting dressed and fixed her hair before heading down stairs, thinking of the best possible way to tell her brother that she was about to go on a date with his best friend.

hair dye [ cm x r ]

fandom : Dear Evan Hansen

by : Summer

pairing : Connor Murphy x Reader

summary : in which you and Zoe are dying your hair and try to convince Connor to dye his. 

request : “Could you write some Connor Murphy imagine where he is a virgin and the reader isn’t and it’s some smut.”

word count : 7,007

warnings : boy oh boy is this gonna be a sMUT HNNGGGFFFF, y’all can’t have a smut w/o a hella lotta sexual innuendos, cursing, mentions blood?, ooc writing, rushed writing, terrible writing in general;;,,,,,

 a / n : Inspired by when I dyed my hair and was super lazy per usual and stained my pillowcase. i’m such a sinner… Is it just me or did my writing change completely like halfway through it? idk it’s bad, sorry. Thanks for reading though. Any sort of support is sincerely respected: liking, commenting, reblogging, following, anything! Constructive criticism is always appreciated :) Much love.

“What the alien cult shit is going on?” Connor asked with a very pissed and very confused expression.

He had just walked past the bathroom when he saw his sister sitting on a chair with strands of hair sectioned off into tubes of tin foil. Y/N, his girlfriend was standing beside Zoe with purple hands. Purple? Blue? Indigo.

“It’s the devil himself,” Zoe said sarcastically.

“You little bi-”

“Zoe,” You cut off Connor rapidly, “if anything he’s a handsome devil.

“…Fuck you,” Connor mumbled, crossing his arms, and leaning against the doorframe.

“Y/N, you’re gross,” Zoe groaned. You snapped your indigo stained gloves off.

“Grossly in love,” you sang, walking over to Connor and tapping him on the nose. His scowl softened just slightly. Zoe simply groaned.

“I literally cannot have a single day without sharing you,” Zoe slapped the bathroom counter with both hands, “Y/N, you’re supposed to be my best friend. If anything, you’re like my sister and that’d be super weird to think of my sister dating my brother.”

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It was as clear as if it had already happened. As clear as if she’d been there. But it hadn’t happened and Elain would not be there when it did.

Azriel stood naked under a stream of hot water, face buried in his forearm, breath heavy. The muscles of his back and buttocks flexed and clenched with each hurried stroke of his scarred hand. His beautiful scarred hand. There was something desperate about the look on his face, in the curve of his shoulders. Perhaps something haunted, too.

He bit into his lower lip, eyes wrinkled shut, body curled forward.

Elain—” He came with a groan and a jerk of his hips and then it was over. He washed the mess away, ran a hand over his jaw. Water dripped everywhere. For a moment, it was hard to see his face, nearly hidden by steam from the water. But she saw it as he pulled the curtain and stepped out—shame. He was ashamed.

Ashamed of himself for what he’d just done. For thinking of her. For saying her name.

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in which y/n is harry’s first love… 

She detached herself from his body, and rolled over to plug her phone into the charger next to their bed. 

“Hey!” Harry protested, making grabby hands toward her waist. “Come back. You’re so far away,” he whined.

“Calm down. I’m just plugging my phone in. Jesus,” she chuckled, setting her phone down and rolling back towards him. He quickly settled back down, tucking himself into her, always the little spoon. “You just want to rest your head on my boobs." 

He snuggled further into her, not denying the accusation, draping his arm around her waist and squeezing tightly, then kissed just above the swell of her breast that peeked out from his t-shirt that she was wearing. "I just really freaking love you." 

She hummed and kissed the top of his head.

"That’s a bit weird, innit?" 

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Is it?”

“Not the fact that I love you. Just the fact that I love another person." 

She mulled it over in her head before nodding in agreement. Loving someone who wasn’t in her family, in the fullest sense of the word, completely honest and open, the way they loved each other was a weird concept, but it was one that she was in love with. "Yeah, it’s a bit weird." 

He sighed out. "I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone else." 

A dopey smile graced her face. "Am I your first love, Harry?" 

"I…” He had never thought about it like that. “Yeah. You are.” The truth made him press his body even closer to hers. He valued the physical intimacy just as much as the emotional intimacy. He cleared his throat before he asked the question that floated through his mind when she asked him that question. “Am I yours?" 

She thought about it for a second almost agreeing before she remembered the boy she dated for a bit in high school. Most days, he’s not even a passing thought in her mind, but sometimes he sneaks up on her and she remembers how he made her feel and she gets warm and tingly inside. Before her and Harry were an item, she’d reminisce on their time together and wonder what it might’ve been like had they not split up. "I’m… not sure…" 

He props his head up on her chest to look her directly in the eye. He lets out breath, slightly disgruntled. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, there was this guy back when I was a teenager, and I’m not sure what I felt, but it was something and it was strong." 

Panic began rising within him. "Was it like us?” he asked, trying to sound casual. 

“It… was… not? I don’t know. It was a long time ago, H. But, I don’t want to talk about this if it’s going to make you upset." 

"I’m not,” he said, his voice raising up an octave. 

She looked down at him. “There are multiple ways to feel your pulse. Yours is way faster than it should be.” He felt her hand resting at the juncture of his neck and jawline. “Besides, it doesn’t matter who your first love is, what matters is your last love." 

He sat up obviously jarred by the thought of his love with another man. He didn’t like the thought at all. She immediately latched onto his back, her arms wrapping around his waist. "Baby… Come on.” She hooked her chin over his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter." 

He eventually relaxed and laid back down tucking into her once again. He doesn’t know why, but for some reason it was like he could feel her slipping away from him, so he held her as close as possible. "What about you, huh? What about your first girlfriend? The one you used to catch the train for every weekend? The one you wrote that poem on Facebook about? What about her?” He could hear the teasing in her voice, but he wasn’t up to par for it. 

“I worshipped the ground she walked on,” he stated plainly. He tried checking for her pulse, laying his head in the middle of her chest, but he couldn’t detect an increase. It was the same as it always had been, steady and, if you had asked him at any time prior to today, only beating for him. She giggled. “Why doesn’t that bother you?" 

"Why should it?” she countered, waiting for him to fire something back at her, but she could tell he wanted an actual answer. She let out a breath. “Because I know you Harry. And, you wouldn’t be with me if you didn’t want to be. There’s obviously a reason you’re not with her, or any other of your exes, anymore, and there’s a reason you are with me. No sense in focusing on the past, when we could focus on our future." 

"You’re right." 

"I know I am. It’s one of my many redeeming qualities." 

He snorted, but there were still questions and doubts niggling him. "But… but why don’t you know if you loved him or not?” He was expecting her to get massively annoyed at him for continuing the discussion after she tried to bring it to an end, but she was surprisingly calm and patient. 

“Because I don’t want to invalidate my feelings. If you had asked me back then, I would’ve sworn up and down that, yes, I was very much in love with him. But, now? Now, I’m not so sure. Now, that I’ve been with you it kind of seems like everything before was child’s play. That doesn’t mean that what I was feeling back then doesn’t count, though." 

He nodded his head, understanding where she was coming from. 

She continued speaking. "What I do know, however, is that I cared about him a lot. I’m sure of that. I still care about him, to an extent, if we’re being honest. Don’t you care about your exes?" 

He nodded. 

"I think I’ll always care about him. But, I don’t think he ever made me feel the way you do. I don’t ever recall feeling so special and important and full of love.” She untangled herself from him, slid down so that they were face to face, and grappled the back of his neck, pushing their foreheads together to look him directly in the eyes. “Only you have made me feel this way. You’re the first. And, I certainly hope you’ll be the last." 

He basked in the warmth of her words with a dimpled grin upon his lips, pink tinged across his cheeks, and a swelling feeling in his heart. He was so in love with her. He pressed a hard kiss to her lips before sprinkling butterfly kisses across her cheeks and making a mental note to always remember this moment. Because wherever life took them, whether it was together or apart, he always wanted a reminder of how he felt in this moment. It was the happiest he’d ever been.

hidden away || dylan o’brien (smut)

word count: 5226

warnings: mentions of cheating, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, unprotected sex, angst

request: how about an obrien imagine where it starts w yn in her room w her boyfriend and theyre talking and shes obviously bored and then she tells him shes gonna take a nap and shes feeling kinda sick so he leaves and then she watches out the window as he drives away and then dylan comes out of the closet saying “ugh finally that prick was taking forever to get outta here” or something like that and then it gets all smutty and stuffy thankssss

author’s note: this is my attempt at getting out of the funk i was in for a couple weeks! i hope you enjoy, thank you so much lau @thelittlestkitsune for being so supportive and helping past things for a couple days! she’s my sweet muffin and i love her! also part two? let me know what y’all think!

pairing: dylan o’brien / reader


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The Arrangement (Epilogue)

Originally posted by deanjackles

Summary: I’m not telling, you’ll have to read it

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,700

Warnings: absolutely none, just teeth-rotting fluff

A/N: It’s finally HERE you guys! That word count might explain why it took so long, but I figured nobody would complain about a lengthy epilogue. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!!!

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Girl Next Door

Y/N had grown up next to Harry her whole life, he had only been two years older so they got along like peanut butter and jelly, ever since Y/N and Harry could walk they had been attached at hip. He came over and would have a tea party with her, she would tug at his curls, attempting to put a crown on him, he never minded. She would run over and play soccer with him, kicking the ball around, getting mud all over her.

Harry, and everyone else, thought of her as the perfect girl next door. Her father, a lawyer, her mother a stay at home mom, a helicopter mom. She watched her daughter all the time, making sure she was studying and getting the right marks at school. She pushed Y/N to join everything and anything she could. Y/N, of course, listened. She was active in middle school, she was on student council and drama club, between those two and studying she hardly saw Harry, and the two started to drift apart.

In high school Harry had found his group, a group Y/N did not like, and her parents hated. They made Y/N cut all ties with the Styles boy. Harry had traded in his soccer ball for drinks, he traded in his silly puns for sex, and his clean skin for tattoos and piercings. Y/N at first was upset, but then she found herself too busy to care.

Y/N had started at the bottom, literally. She began as a base for cheering, and by her sophomore year she was a flyer. Her junior year she was voted as caption, which her mother loved, but Y/N, not so much. With being caption, class president, and vice president of drama club she found herself overwhelmed. Her school life began at seven am and didn’t stop till one am, she forced herself to stay awake and study, keeping college in mind at all times.

Every once and a while she would peek out her window, where she could see into Harry window. When they were little they would write notes to each other, holding them up to window. When they reached middle school they would call each other, but sit by the window and watch each other as they spoke into the phone, Harry would watch as she would giggle at a stupid joke, and stick her tongue out at him. She would watch him run a hand through his long brown curls, which he now had chopped off. Now when she looks over the room would be empty, the lights off, or she would catch him smoking out the window, blowing out the toxin into the air. When Harry looked over she was always sat on her bed, studying, or she was at her desk working on another essay. Things weren’t the same anymore.

Before Y/N would tell Harry everything, on her worst nights, when she just couldn’t sleep, Harry would climb into her window and hold her close. They would whisper to each other, coming up with plans for the future. Y/N and Harry would run off to New York, where Y/N could be a dancer on Broadway, and Harry would find his career in music, they would be the best of friends, sharing an apartment and laughing all the time. They would run out and one am and get Chinese food and walk Times Square, they would camp out to watch shows, it seemed so simple, so real, at the time. Now she’s left alone in her room, not being able to sleep, the tears leaving her eyes every night.

“Hey,” Jade places a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, grabbing the girl’s attention.

Y/N hadn’t even noticed how she drifted off, staring at her former best friend. He leaned against his locker, arm draped over a girl’s shoulder, a smirk on his lips as he looked down at her. She was giggling, her cheeks red as she trailed her hand up and down his chest.

“Sorry,” Y/N blushed, closing her locker and turning to the blonde, “what were you saying?”

“The girls and I are going to get our nails done after school if you want join!” Jade smiled, gripping her books.

Y/N smiled softly, “oh I wish,” she pouts, “but I have rehearsals.”

“You’re in need of a break,” Jade says, “how do you live?”

“I’m not sure,” Y/N responds, a breathless chuckle leaving her lips.

The bell rings and she turns, “I’ll see you tonight at the game,” Y/N called, walking down the hall.

She waves to a couple of people as she walks to her class. Once Y/N reaches her room she slips into her seat, pulling her note book and pen out. Harry walks into the room, walking all the way to the back where his friends sat. His eyes land on Y/N, she’s doing what she has done for years when she was stressed, twirling her hair around her finger and then lightly tugging on it.

Harry can’t help but admire her body in the uniform she’s wearing. She had grown up for sure, the blue and white fabric hugged her body, showing off her tiny waist and her nice handful of boobs, Harry was sure if she bent down he would be able to catch a glimpse of her bum. He frowned when Scott pulled up the chair next to her, shrugging off his letterman jacket and kissing her cheek. Just like the perfect caption of the team and girl next door she had the perfect boyfriend.

Harry hated Scott Edelman more than he hated anyone else in the world. The guy seemed to make everyone smile, he was nice, and perfect for her, but Harry never trusted him. Scott’s hand would sometimes slip lower than Y/N wanted, and sometimes his eyes would linger on her chest when she wouldn’t notice, but Harry did, he could see it from down the hall.

“How was your morning?” Scott asked, tapping his fingers on the desk.

“It was good, I went for a run, nothing big, Mr. Brown is killing me though. He just edited my essay and I have to go home and fix it tonight after the game,” Y/N answered, rubbing her forehead, “what about you?”

“It was okay, does this mean you aren’t coming over after the game?” Scott frowned.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says.

Scott sighed, leaning back. Anytime he invited Y/N over and she knew his parents weren’t home something always came up, and he was getting tired of it.

“Are you actually going to sleep with me or are you going to be a stuck up prude for the rest of your life,” Scott whispered, anger clear in his tone, “if you loved me you would sleep with me.”

“It’s because I love you I’m going to give you this warning,” Y/N says, her voice low, she leans over so her lips are next to his ear, “if you so much as touch me when I say no, or keep pushing me to sleep with you, I will kick you so hard in the dick you won’t ever be able to please yourself again let alone another human being.”

She pulled away, sitting back in her seat, her eyes on the board as the teacher begins to speak. The rest of her day goes by quick, rehearsal dragged on too much for her liking.

Harry hardly attended football games, but tonight was different, and he was thankful his friend dragged him out. He had promised Nina, the girl draped around his arm earlier, that he would take her home after the game, but he couldn’t focus on her. Instead, as always, his eyes drifted to Y/N. She was in the air, two girls gripping her ankles, her right hand on her hip, her other up in the air as she smiled at the fans in the crowd.

“She’s hot, I hear her and Scott are getting it in after the game,” Niall remarked, handing Harry the flask he had hidden in his jacket.

Harry takes it, letting the alcohol fall down his throat, “nah, she’s too much of a prude,” Harry shakes his head, chuckling, “she’s all about waiting for marriage.”

“Boring,” Niall rolled his eyes, everyone around them stood up to cheer, “are you hanging out with Nina afterwards?”

“Maybe, she’s getting a little too clingy for my liking,” Harry sighed.

“She a good fuck?” Niall raised an eyebrow, grabbing the flask and putting it back in his pocket.

“She’s okay, maybe I’ll ring up Stella,” Harry said.

“I’m gonna go smoke,” Harry says as halftime rolled by.

He walks down the stairs and goes down the alley way to head towards the school. He stops, hearing a small sob, a sob he heard too many times in his childhood. He peeks around the corner to see Y/N pressed against the wall, Scott has her arms pinned over her head, kissing her neck.

“Stop,” she pleads.

Harry feels his blood boiling, his fist tightening, but before he can act she does it herself. Her knee bending, and kicking up in between Scotts legs. Scott groans, backing away, and she shoves at him, making him tumble back.

“Don’t ever touch me again,” she yelled, sniffling and wiping her eyes, “or I’ll report you for harassment.”

Harry watches as she walks briskly towards him, she freezes, seeing him in front of her. Her eyes are glossy, her lipstick is smudged, cheeks pink and puffy. She looks scared and her hair is slightly a mess, her arms crossed over her chest, hugging herself. They stand, eyes connected, she can’t help but not look into the same green eyes she used to love, the same eyes that would watch her dance around her room.

She drops her head, walking past Harry, her shoulder bumping into his arm. Harry sucks in a sharp breath, walking towards Scott, he hits his side, a quick and hard kick making Scott groan, “if you so much as look at her, I swear to god, I’ll kill you myself,” Harry says, spitting near his head.

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anonymous asked:

Please de #16 with my baby Peter


#16 “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?!”

ok this one’s kinda mushy and smutty I hope u like it 💘 I love Peter sm ugh

Starved | One shot

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

The midday sun hung in the sky over Queens, its rays of light creeping through the small spaces between Peter’s curtains. To any other person, the sunlight would’ve beckoned them from their bed and they would have begun their daily routine hours ago. The clock blinked 12:11 p.m., the alarm shut off long ago by Peter’s girl, before rolling over and planting kisses on his face and neck until he was wide awake.

Her legs were wrapped around his hips, fingers tangled in his messy curls as he thrusted into her, the bed gently knocking against his wall. He felt her walls tightening around him and he knew she was getting close. Pressing kisses along her collarbone he picked up the pace, thrusting into her harder as she clung to him and moaned his name more beautifully than a thousand angels singing. Nuzzling into her neck, he rode out his own orgasm, while she traced her fingers up and down his back.

Rolling off her, he discarded the used condom and flopped back down on the bed next to her, still catching his breath. Throwing one leg over his hips, she latched herself to his neck, kissing and sucking every inch of skin she could reach. Peter groaned and tilted his head back as she continued marking his skin, pulling her on top of him and grabbing handfuls of her ass.

Gently rolling over on top of her again, he propped himself up on his forearms, gazing down at her. The rays of sun that snuck through the window illuminated her hair spread out over his pillows, her skin shining with sweat from their early morning activities. She was so fucking angelic, he could hardly believe how lucky he was to have her.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Parker?” she smirked, trailing her fingers up his arms.

“My beautiful girlfriend, who I’m pretty sure is secretly an angel that fell from heaven,” he said, reaching up to play with her hair. She felt the blush creeping across her skin and couldn’t fight the smile that made her cheeks ache.

He loved moments like this. He lived for moments like this. Where it was just the two of them together, no distractions, just raw emotion and passion. They usually came on days like today, after he’d been away on an assignment with Tony longer than he anticipated, and by the time he returned to her they were both starving for each other’s touch. They’d crash through his bedroom door, so frantic to get their clothes off they would almost get stuck trying to get them off, and the entire night was spent exploring the familiar curves of each other’s bodies, whispering a thousand ‘I love yous’ and ‘I missed this I missed you’.

Leaning down, he pulled her into a kiss and she wrapped herself around his body once more, moaning and welcoming him into her mouth. His hand moved up and down her side and she pushed it down further, between her legs.

“Who apparently also has a never-ending sex drive,” he added, breaking away from the kiss momentarily. She bit her lip before attacking his neck again and he moaned loudly, knowing he’d be covered in her love marks until he had to leave her again.

“I didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago,” she smiled against his skin.

“No- I’m not!” he stammered. “But it’s been like four hours. We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still this horny?!”

She laid back to look him in the eyes, remaining silent and raising a brow at him.

“I mean, not that that’s a bad thing!” he began rambling. “It’s great, you’re great, and today’s been amazing-” She pulled him in for another kiss and cut him off midsentence.

“Maybe if Stark didn’t steal you away for weeks at a time I wouldn’t be this needy when you came back,” she smirked, running her hand through his hair, her nose brushing against his.

“I know, m’sorry,” he mumbled. As much as he loved being Spiderman and working with Tony and the other Avengers, he hated how much time he spent away from her because of it. He spent those nights away from her homesick for her arms around him, and he began stealing her shirts as much as she stole his, for the familiar scent of her perfume when he was missing her.

She knew it wasn’t his fault. He was a superhero now, his power came with responsibility, and she would always support him and everything he did. Even if it meant going without him for a couple weeks. But when he was finally home in her arms, she couldn’t help herself. Everything he did, the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it was like every fiber of her being was sent into overdrive, overflowing with love for him.

She felt the familiar warmth spreading through her body, her chest tightening, and looked up to see him leaning in for another kiss. He slipped into her mouth, moving his hand back down between her legs and felt her whimper when his fingers brushed over her clit. He began rubbing her sensitive bud of nerves and she moaned into his mouth, as they continued furiously making out.

Untangling her legs from around him, he gently pushed her thighs apart as he began moving down her body. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he drug his tongue up and down her clit, feeling her body shudder under his touch. Closing his lips around her, he began sucking and licking her sex, his free hand gently running up and down her thigh. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she rolled her hips in his hand while he lapped at her clit.

Using his free hand, he slid his fingers through her soaking wet sex, slicking them up before slipping one inside of her. He eyed her reaction as he curled his finger inside her, before pumping in and out. Her hips jerked and he tightened his grip on her as he added a second finger, pumping faster as he continued sucking on her clit. She squirmed in his grip as he swirled his tongue over the sensitive bud, whispering his name over and over.

“Feel good?” he asked, sitting up on his forearm as he began fucking her harder with his fingers.

“Y-Yes…” she moaned, her eyes traveling down to meet his. “Oh my god, please don’t stop…”

Spreading her open with his thumb and forefinger, he attacked her clit again with his mouth. Grabbing a handful of his hair she rolled her hips up, gently grinding against his mouth. He flicked his tongue over her repeatedly and her toes curled as she felt her muscles beginning to clench. He curled his fingers inside her again and her head shot up off the pillow, mouth agape. He held her gaze as he continued swirling his tongue over her clit, pulling her over the edge. She felt the warmth in her core erupt and her hips bucked in the air as she cried out his name over and over.

He continued his pace, feeling her warm honey on his fingers, coating his lips and chin as he allowed her to finish her orgasm before pulling his fingers out of her and sucking on them. Her breasts rose and fell sharply, still glowing from her orgasm, and he climbed over her, trailing soft kisses up her body. He lied down on top of her, resting his head on her chest and listening to her heart still pounding underneath him.

“Are you satisfied yet?” he murmured against her skin, reaching up to intertwine his fingers with hers.

“Mm, for now,” she answered, peeking down at him, bursting with laughter when he groaned.

Finally coaxing her out of bed, they hopped in the shower, where she sunk to her knees under the hot stream of water and sucked him off. They spent the rest of the day lying around his apartment, cooking breakfast for lunch and binge watching their favorite movies, until his Aunt May came home and greeted her with a humorous “He still hasn’t let you leave?” before cooking dinner for the three of them. She spent the night again, crawling in bed behind him once the sun had set, wrapping her arm around his waist and sliding her hand down the front of his boxers.


Kiss Me

Requested by @mikimiska113 - Dany and Jon get drunk while on Dragonstone and stuff happens. 

I guess this is kind of like a sequel to How much of that did you hear? (here) if you’re interested in reading that. Because I did kind of wonder what actually happened in the study. 

Maybe a little nsfw and a little smutty…not even full smut or anything but this is just what I wrote lol because I haven’t written a passionate makeout session in a few days (or maybe I have and I just don’t remember). 

Um…not really spoilers for Episode 5? I’ve managed to stay away from the spoilers, it’s just general plot stuff from last episode. 

The wine is sweet on her tongue and the rush of intoxication that warms the pit of her stomach helps ward off the cold of the winter chill. 

“More wine, Lord Snow?” She doesn’t know exactly how this came about; he’d had to talk with her about the Dragonglass and they were both still slightly embarrassed about what had happened while she was in the bath, but she’d poured glasses for them to be polite…and somehow she’d ended up pouring more. 

He nods, nudging his glass forward so she can top it off. “It’s good. What is it?”

“Dornish red, fresh from the vineyards. A gift from Lady Ellaria and her daughters.” Thinking about the Dornish makes her chest twinge unpleasantly, remembering where they most likely are now-in the merciless hands of the Mad Queen. Westerosi wines are different from those in Essos.”

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Please Don’t Tell | JJ

Request: @taekookmin-kookie

Can I request a jungkook playboy smut? 

Pairing: Playboy!Jungkook X Reader

Summary: Jungkook was well known for being a playboy. Sleeping with girls and then shoving them away, his next target was y/n. Y/n was just innocent and not to mention also Taehyung’s little sister. “International Playboy!”

Genre: Smut, fluff, maybe a bit of angst

Warnings: This is a smut; you all know shit bout to get real.

Word count: 1,800+ 

 “Can you learn to keep it down for once? I could hear you going all last night.” Hoseok said as Jungkook walked into the kitchen with only his grey sweats on. “You’re just jealous because I’ve had sex before you hyung.” Jungkook defended, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge and drinking it. They suddenly heard the front door close and heard Taehyung’s voice boom throughout the dorm. “V is in the house!” He yelled causing his younger sister he brought with him like usual to giggle. Y/n was shy around the boys, especially Hoseok because she had a major crush on him. Taehyung knew about her crush on him, but specifically told them all to stay away from her. Especially Jungkook. Of course, that never stopped them from all flirting with her when Tae wasn’t around. “Hi y/n.” Hoseok greeted with a big grin on his face once he saw her, Jungkook watched as she tucked a stray behind her ear and blushed. “Hi H-Hoseok.” She stuttered looking at the floor, feeling her cheeks heat up. Jungkook could tell you were very shy around Hoseok, thus meaning you liked him. And part of him deep down hated that you liked him. Why was it always Hoseok? Jungkook was the youngest but he’s more experienced if you know what I mean. A cute ringtone began playing and Tae pulling his phone out of his pocket, glancing at it as the screen lit up with Jimin’s name, excusing himself he stepped away leaving the three in silence. “So how have you been?” Hoseok asked leaning forward and resting his crossed arms on the table as he looked her up and down. Jungkook just stood on the side, watching as y/n would twirl her hair and smile at him. “Good. How about you? How’s your latest dance been going?” She asked trying to hide the fact she was blushing, and Jungkook tried hiding the fact he was annoyed that she completely ignored him. “It’s been good. Still trying to nail down some important parts though.” Hoseok answered before Tae stepped back into the room. “Hoseok, Jimin wanted us at the studio to practice our parts of the upcoming dance.” Taehyung states and Hoseok was putting on his shoes and cap. “Jungkook can you watch y/n for a bit? I trust you not to do anything, I won’t be gone long. Three hours’ tops.” Tae said as Jungkook nodded and acted like she was a burden. She used to have the biggest crush on Jungkook, that was until she found out that he had become a big douche. Taehyung left with Hoseok quickly leaving the two still in the kitchen, surrounded by silence. She decided to be the first to break it, looking up and finally meeting his gaze for once. “Do you want to watch a movie?” She asked, playing with her sleeves and tugging them down a little. “Whatever.” Jungkook just grumbled, walking past her and towards the couch. Jungkook just grumbled, walking past her and towards the couch. She didn’t understand why he was always like this, but then again he was a fuckboy. She walked over and crouched down, looking at the movies on the shelf that they could watch. Jungkook sat there, tongue in cheek and his mouth hung slightly open as he cocked his head to the side. He wondered what she would be like in bed, they always say the quiet ones are usually the loudest. He smirked thinking about the h/c haired girl, begging beneath him for more and he would thrust into her at a rapid pace. The little thought ran through his veins causing his pants to tighten around his growing bulge. Not only was it that though, the fact that she was Taehyung’s sister and how hot it would be if Taehyung came home to Jungkook balls deep in his little sister. Y/n put in a movie and stepped back, sitting away from Jungkook on the couch with her legs tucked up a little. The movie began playing but Jungkook kept his gaze on her, watching as her lips would tug into a small smile at something funny. How she would constantly lick her plump lips that he wanted to bite down into while snaking his tongue into her mouth. Of course, y/n could feel his gaze on her but pretended she was caught up in the movie. She shifted slightly in her spot, not sure of how to react. She felt goosebumps rise to her skin, not only because of him but because of how cold the room was. The air con had been on all day, making the entire room freezing. She began to shiver, her bottom lip shaking as she rubbed her arms and legs for warmth. “Cold?” Jungkook asked and she finally met his gaze. “A little.” She said laughing nervously. He suddenly stood slipped off the black hoodie he had been wear, exposing his toned chest. Dirty things rushing to y/n’s mind that she never thought of before. She would love to run her hands down his chest and straddle his waist, but she didn’t want to ruin anything she had with him. He was a playboy, simply using girls to get pleasure. She realised she was staring a little too long and finally accepted the jumper, slipping it on herself and immediately melting from how warm it was around her. But her legs were still a bit cold, Jungkook smirked at the still shivering girl and stood up to grab the blanket from the cupboard and sitting back down next to her. Placing it over the both of them, she didn’t understand why he was sitting so close but didn’t question it. 

They just sat there and watched the movie, once it finished they just put on the next one.  Jungkook and y/n had been watching movies for over three hours now and wondered where Taehyung was. “Can I ask you something?” Jungkook suddenly spoke and looked down to meet her gaze. “S-sure.” She tried not to stutter to show how nervous she was but failed miserably. “Have you ever done anything with a guy?” She asked raising and eyebrow and cocking his head to the side, smirking at her a little. “What do you mean?” She knew exactly what he meant, and had an idea of what Jungkook wanted to do. “Like…” He stopped to lick his lips and think of what to say next. “Have you ever given a guy a blow job? Or kissed a guy even?” Jungkook said smirking, she didn’t want to answer. The question alone made her cheeks go bright red, the look she had on her face in pure shock. “I-I…” She stuttered, trying to gather herself but it was so hard with the look he was giving her and his hand was now placed on her thigh, gently rubbing circles on it with his thumb. “No.” She finally managed to get out and his smirk only grew. She didn’t expect such a question to come from him, she also didn’t expect him to suddenly lean forward and press his soft plump lips to hers. Shocked at first but soon giving in to the kiss, she let him slide his tongue past her lips and into her mouth, battling with hers for dominance. His hand gripped her inner thigh firmly before slipping past her shorts and panties to rub at the aching clit. A small gasp left her lips as he tried not to moan, suddenly the door opening and Jungkook pulled back as he heard the voices that belonged to Taehyung and Hoseok. Both a sweaty mess, Jungkook’s movements had stopped and thank god the blanket was still covering them both. “Hey, sorry we took longer than we thought.” Taehyung said as he spotted the two sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the screen. “Jungkook what happened to your shirt?” Hoseok asked before taking a sip out of his water bottle. “I was getting really hot, y/n didn’t care that I wasn’t wearing a shirt so yeah.” He said and they both nodded before sitting down next to the two on the couch and watching the movie as well. Y/n was begging for a release, his fingers moving the slightest. Suddenly she almost yelped when she felt him start moving his fingers against her again. Finally going down her slit and slipping two fingers in, uncomfortable at first but then she got used to the feel and found herself choking back moans. “Shh…be quiet and I’ll let you cum.” He whispered, nibbling on her lobe a little as she tried her best. His fingers slipped in and out of her core easily, thanks to the pool that was happening down there during their make out session. She could feel the knot building in her stomach, her hips bucking ever so slightly and her legs opening wider so he can get her to her high. It was going so slow and she needed to release now, his fingers managed to speed up but coming to a halt when Taehyung began speaking. Y/n letting a faint whine come from her lips that only Jungkook managed to hear. “I’ll be back, I need to use the bathroom.” Tae said standing up and walked out of the room, leaving the three there. Hoseok sat there still watching the movie and unaware of the things happening under the blanket. Jungkook picked up right where he left off, this time moving a little more faster to make her reach her high. Her hand placed on his thigh and squeezing it hard when she came undone on his fingers. Pulling out quickly and putting them up to his mouth to suck off her juices as he remained eye contact with her. “Next time, please tell me when you’re going to finger y/n so I can leave the room.” Hoseok said standing up and smirking. They both snapped their heads in his direction, shocked expressions across their faces. “Please don’t tell.” Jungkook pleaded and Hoseok nodded. “I won’t tell if you warn me next time.” He said before walking out of the room and leaving the two. “How was that?” He asked letting out a sigh of relief. “It was good.” Y/n sighed, knowing that after this Jungkook would still never look at her as anything more than someone to sleep with. She hung her head low but Jungkook was quick to lift it up to make her look at him. “I know I have had a history with girls, but I would really like to settle with you.” He said giving her a smile. Not a smirk, or cheeky grin but a genuine smile. “I’d like that too.” She said smiling and leaning forward to kiss his lips. “But please don’t tell.” She said pulling back quickly to say and Jungkook smiled and nodded.  


Summary: Soulmate AU - you can hear your soulmate’s thoughts x Lorde’s Sober || What will you do when you’re sober?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Language (I am so sorry in advance)

Word Count: 1631

A/N: Here’s my submission for my wife Blade’s 2k Writing Challenge! Hope y’all enjoy, this might just be a personal favorite of mine now. (Italics indicate reader’s/Bucky’s thoughts / lyrics are set aside)

Originally posted by pinkywinky44

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Inspired by ‘The Flower that Blooms in You’ by Mitsuya Omi
genre : angst 
Summary : Your twin sister’s fiance is blind and in the hospital, she’s gone and there’s only you left. Surely a white lie couldn’t hurt.

You stood outside the door, prompting your self to walk away. This wasn’t right in anyway whatsoever. You should just walk away right now, jump in your car and let your sister deal with it. It was her fiance, therefore not your problem.  

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The Arrangement (Epilogue 2)

Originally posted by o-ta-ria

Summary: Not telling, don’t wanna spoil anything, just keep reeeaading

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,600

Warnings: teeth-rotting fluff, implied smut

A/N: Here we are, kiddos. Ask and you shall receive… the demand was so high and I love this series so much that I just can’t let it go. Not that I think any of you will be upset by this news… ENJOY

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Somebody’s Baby

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

I was listening to the radio on the way to work the other day and this song came on, inspiring this little Dean x Reader ficlet. Enjoy!

“Hey, Barry. Check out this little miss.”

The middle-aged man nudged the man at the bar counter next to him. Barry turned to see a young woman in the doorway, looking around, as unsure as they had seen anyone in a while. Stepping just inside the doorway, she took her mobile from her purse and dialed a number.

“Dean,” Barry said, “check out this girl. Bet you take her home tonight.”

But Dean was on the phone, not paying attention. Barry rolled his eyes and turned back to the woman at the door. She was looking around again, still on the phone. Neither of the two older men could quite focus on where their conversation had trailed off before this woman had caught their attention.

She took a few more tentative steps into the bar, still on the phone and searching around for the person she was presumably meeting.

Barry punched Dean in the shoulder. “You don’t get off the phone, you’re gonna miss a helluva shot, Winchester.”

But Dean just held up a hand and turned his back to the two older men. They just rolled their eyes and turned their attention back to the woman.

“Damn,” the first man said, shaking his head as she ended her phone call and made way for the bar with purpose. “She must be somebody’s baby.”

Dean finally turned around, and smiled at the approaching woman. As you headed in his direction, Dean held out his arm and slipped it around your waist. He kissed you lightly, then helped you onto the barstool next to him.

Before giving you his full attention, Dean turned back to Barry and the other man. “You’re right, boys. She is somebody’s baby – mine.”

You grinned at Dean, kissing him again while the bartender retrieved your drink.