and you need to get a grip

anonymous asked:

Murdoc; 74

74: Disaster

(Prepare for a wicked angsty ride! This is meant to make some cry)

Trigger Warning: Blood/Death


Your hands indignantly gripped on the steering wheel of the car as you drove down the nearly lifeless road. Your blood was practically boiling; and you were visibly heating up with your reddened face. “I fucking hate how jealous you can get sometimes!” you barked at Murdoc as he angrily took a swig of his half drunken beer. “why did you need to break his nose!”

“Because he was getting too close to you, love!” Murdoc screamed back at you. You understood that he could be a possessive man over you as he wanted to make it clear to the public eye that you were solely his. He got angered when he saw someone trying to make a move on you and the majority of the time, it wouldn’t end too pretty. “you know that I don’t like that.”

“And you know that it shouldn’t be that big of an issue!” you huffed, gripping onto the wheel a bit tighter than before, even exhilarating on the gas more. “I’ve told you time and time again that you shouldn’t need to worry about it because I’m never going to leave you for any of them!” you made sure to tell him that he didn’t need to worry because of that. You didn’t have this plan to run away with some person that hit on you and leave him. You loved him too much to do that.

"It doesn’t matter! I still worry about it!” You understood that he hadn’t had the best past with love - it was anything but easy - so of course he’d be conscious about it. You couldn’t blame him for that part, but it didn’t mean that the annoyance would cease from coming to you. “why can’t you just see that?” As you had been fed up with the bickering between the both of you, you decided to focus on the road while you drove angrily. “don’t ignore me!”

“I’ll ignore you if I want to!” you screamed, looking over at him with fire in your eyes. You stared at him until his eyes went wide, as he stared out of the windshield of the car. A black truck came hurdling at you. Instinctively, you swerved to the right in an attempt to get out of the vehicle’s line of travel. As you had been going a rapid speed, you had no opportunity to correct your movement. In an sudden moment, your car collided with a tree on the side of the highway.

You felt the impact instantly, being flung forward with only your seat belt to prevent you from crashing right through the front of the car. You smashed against the top of the steering wheel, hitting your head with massive force. In a matter of seconds, you’d managed to lose total consciousness, quickly fading into the darkness.

It only took you a few minutes to start to come to, a ringing noise filling your ears and burning pain racing through the majority of your body. You groaned as you began to move, realization soon starting to fill your mind. Your arms were flung over the wheel, your fists nearly touching the glass of the windshield. When you tried to move, the pain would only intensify, which caused you to relax, despite your condition. Your eyes widened when the memory of the crash fully came back to the front of your mind.

You turned your head to see what Murdoc’s injuries consisted of, but your heart dropped at the sight. As if it was a living nightmare, a wound on the left side of his forehead was gushing blood. The crimson liquid dripped from his head down onto the dashboard. Worse of all; his eyes. They were staring back at you with a sudden terror in them. It didn’t take much to be able to conclude his fate.

He was dead.

Gone.

"Murdoc!” you wailed, feeling the tears form into your eyes to stream down your face. You undid your restraining seat belt and crawled over to him, moving him so that you’d be able to hold him in your arms. With your hand on his cheek, you sobbed into his shirt, holding his lifeless body. You repeated his name over and over again, in disbelief of the reality of the situation. You were in denial, refusing to believe that he was truly gone.

After Hours [m]

pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi, angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha

word count: 16,212

warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language

a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups​ because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.

Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”

You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”

Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.

“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”

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Truth May Vary

Yes, hi, excuse me, passing through, dropping crap all over the fandom. 

Hi. So, I did the prompt! @pink-paladin-lance hope you like it, tho I didn’t made it as angsty bc I craved fluffiness and well, …yeah. Hope you like it anyways!

Ps. Long Post. So yeah! No warnings? Just mean aliens, psh. 

Nothing much to say? Enjoy! 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and the idea come from @pink-paladin-lance (:

Edit: ….Did i fixed it the damn problem or? 


“Alright! Another win for Voltron!” Hunk shouts animatedly as he wraps an arm around Keith’s shoulder, shaking him as he cheers, “Did you guys see how Keith dodged that laser beam when one of the Galras tried to sneak up on him? Keith, buddy, that was amazing! You totally flipped them!”

Keith laughs as he takes off his helmet and brushes Hunk’s praise off. “What? No, come on! Are you kidding? Were you even present when your Lion completely crushed that rock and saved the entire village? Because I was and it was out of this planet, man.”

“Okay, guys, but I think I speak for everyone that the best part was when we formed Voltron and we completely destroyed that Robeast because Shiro’s plan was on point!” Pidge cuts in, grinning behind her shoulder to meet their leader, “If it hadn’t been for your quick thinking, the battle would have taken a lot longer.”

Shiro chuckles from his place besides Allura and waves the compliments off with a hand. “No way. The plan was a success because your plants held the Robeast long enough for us to make a move, Pidge. You have been improving a lot since the day we found of about your Lion’s power.”

Lance watches from the sidelines as he stands besides Coran, a few feet away from the team. He smiles fondly as he hears them cheer and praise each other, their adrenaline and enthusiasm that always come from a winning battle still running through their blood.

“Wait, wait, but did you guys notice when Lance –” Keith’s sentence is suddenly cut off when the Prince of the Royal Family from the Kingdom they just saved clears his throat abruptly, catching everyone’s attention and making Keith’s proud grin to dim, replacing it with a frown.

“On behalf of my people and my Mother, I would like to express our gratitude towards the brave Paladins of Voltron who saved us today and forevermore, for it is their duty to defend and serve this Universe from the claws of evil.” The Prince says, voice high and powerful.

He stares into each of the Paladin’s eyes before they fall on Allura. “Princess Allura, please, as a thank you, allow us to escort you and the entire team to our Castle in order to present you an exquisite and well deserved banquet in your honor.”

Allura smiles and opens her mouth to respond but Lance’s voice beats her to it.

“Sure, dude!” He shouts happily, walking a few steps until he’s standing beside Allura and Shiro. “A banquet is always appreciated! I mean, Voltron really kicked some serious ass today if you know what I mean.” Lance can hear the way his team groan and chuckle at his words, too used to Lance’s cocky facade and he can feel Allura’s playful smack of her hand on his ribs.

Lance’s grin fades when the Price stares down at him unamused and something inside him drops unpleasantly.

“Blue…Paladin, of course.” The Prince says, a bore and uninterested tone on the back of his tone as he forces a rigid polite smile, “While I agree with you on the fact that Voltron surely won this battle by their own hands, I have to ask…”

He pauses, letting his words linger in the air as he takes a step towards Lance and clicks his tongue.

“Why are you on the team? I’m sure that your … talents, if you even have some, can be of much assistance back in the Castle.”

Lance’s smile falls and he hears the way someone behind him takes a sharp intake of breath but Lance doesn’t bother to turn around to found out who exactly.

“Well, I am the Blue Paladin. I have to be where the team is, of course.” Lance says, mouth twitching in what he hopes to be a smile but ends up being a grimace.

The Prince clicks his tongue once again and shakes his head as if in disappointment. “Ah, my apologies, Blue Paladin. I had just assumed that you were just filling the spot for the time being until the true Blue Paladin claimed the title.”

Lance doesn’t need to turn around to know what’s happening behind his back. He can feel the tense air that has settled on the team. He can hear the hard shallow pants from Hunk’s end as the Yellow Paladin tries to suppress the urge to lunge at the Prince. He can hear the soft faint sound of Shiro’s arm activating itself along with Keith’s bayard. He can even feel Pidge’s deathly glare that goes through him to get to their target that is the Prince.

He feels the grip of Allura’s hand on his suit tighten and the way Coran’s hand find its way until it’s resting on his shoulder.

But the Prince doesn’t. He doesn’t see, feel or sense any of what Lance does because they are not his team, they are Lance’s.

The Prince continues.

“No offense, Blue Paladin, but I had actually thought that Princess Allura here was the rightful Paladin for the Blue Lion. Having her leadership and power aside, she seems to be such a good fit for the title.”

Lance doesn’t disagree.

“Of course, I might be wrong. After all, there must be a reason why you are fighting besides Voltron itself. I speak out only because I believe your talents have been blurred by being surrounded by such powerful people and I’m merely concerned about the efficiency in future battles, thinking that your efforts may not be good enough –”

Lance can’t even come up with a response because suddenly there’s a body rushing past him and then Keith is standing there, pressing his Marmora Blade against the Prince’s neck.

“Would you like to say that again? Just to make sure I have the right motive to make you regret those words?” Keith hisses, face inches away from the Prince’s.

“Keith.” Coran calls, sharp and with a hidden warning, “Step back from the Prince, right now, Young Paladin.”

“But Coran –!”

Right now.

Keith growls but ends up taking a step back, his scowl deep in his face as he glares at the Prince from a distance.

“Prince Yult,” Allura says, voice tight and on edge as she releases Lance’s suit and takes a step forward, “While we appreciate your hospitality, you have no right to –”

“Princess Allura, if I may?” Lance cuts off, quiet but firm as he raises his chin high, staring at her evenly.

Allura stares right back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she nods.

“Prince Yult.” Lance addresses respectfully and waits until the royal nods at him before he continues, “I can understand your confusion about my position as a Paladin and your concern around the topic. My team’s talent and power is unmeasured and it’s not something anyone can live up to.”

“Lance…” Keith mumbles behind him but Lance continues.

“Which is why I must ask of you, not to doubt my team’s efficiency based on their one weakness that is me.”

“Lance, that’s enough.” Shiro snaps, low and dangerous but Lance doesn’t stop.

“Rest reassured, your highness.” Lance smiles, tight and forced, “That Voltron shall continue winning more battles and I will not be a liability to the team.”

“Buddy, come on, stop –”

“Now, if you excuse me, your highness.” Lance says, cutting Hunk’s plead short, “I shall take my leave. I’m sure the rest of the team would love to meet the Queen, but I sadly need to go back to the Castle and stand guard.”

Lance doesn’t wait for an answer. He turns around, ignoring the way Keith reaches out to him and how the rest of the team calls his name.

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Little Jealous There, Sarge?

{Part Two}

Summary: There’s nothing wrong with not being the most experienced person in the bedroom. In fact, some people find it rather attractive, particularly James Buchanan Barnes. Although you express how much you want him, Bucky remains distant; he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you. So what do you do? You elicit Sam’s help.

Warnings: jealous!Bucky x inexperienced!Reader, fluff, smut, biting kink

A/N: Inspired after spending some quality time with @mermanbuckybarnes and learning just how jealous Bucky can get.

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck


Bucky’s hands remained firmly on his lap, his eyes glued to the television screen. Black Swan was on and Bucky was entranced by the symbolism, striking colors, phenomenal acting, and the now on screen sex scene between Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman.

Your eyes raked over his body. His breathing had visibly increased, a sheen of sweat beginning to form on his skin, his hands moving ever-so-slightly to cover the growing erection in his pants; his tongue darting out to lick his lips, pulling in his bottom lip and dragging it between his teeth to quiet a moan. His eyes met yours when he felt your attention on him.

“You’re missing the movie, doll.” His voice had dropped an octave.

“Oh, you’re much more interesting than the movie, trust me.” You nibbled on your bottom lip contemplating whether or not to act on your lustful thoughts. 

You took a deep breath and reached for the remote, pausing the movie. You tossed it across the room before Bucky could grab it, shifting your position and climbing on top of his lap. His hands found your hips as you started grinding yourself against him; he worked you into an even rhythm.

“What’re you doing?” He whispered in your ear as you trailed kisses up his neck.

“You.” You tangled your fingers in his hair and yanked on the strands. “Fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, Sarge.”

“(Y/N)…” Bucky’s grip tightened on your hips.

“Oh, fuck!” Your clit was getting the attention it needed. “P-Please, Buck.”

“I…” Bucky sighed and stopped his movements, bringing your own to a halt. “I can’t.” He shook his head and lifted you off his lap. “I, uh, I’ll just see you later, doll.”

You tried to call out after him but he was gone in a flash. You plopped onto your back and groaned loudly, ignoring the ringtone symbolizing Sam blasting from your phone. That’s when the idea hit you and you knew exactly what you had to do. 

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Kissing, Interrupted.

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the reader are getting pretty steamy and someone decides it’s the perfect time to interrupt. Talk about cockblock, amiright?

Warnings: language, kissing, fluff, Star Wars, makeout sesh (holla). (Let me know if I missed any).

Word Count: 1,479

A/N: For the amazing @literallyrozie812, thanks for the request! I hope this fic gives you guys all the Peter feels. Also, I apologize if it sucks ass lol. I’m not experienced in this part of writing, so bear with me as I slowly dig my way into it! Let’s hope I did at least a 4/10. Thanks for all the never ending support, guys! As always, feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated.


Being raised as a Stark definitely has its perks, but let’s not forget about the downsides.

For instance, not being able to try out the Iron Man suit because of one accidental mistake of you blowing one up. 

Hey, it happens… right?

Or not being able to join the team on missions because it’s “too intense” or “not safe.”

Like, hello? I’m an Avenger? I deserve to participate, Dad.

And don’t even get started on boys.

Oh, lord. If he knew about Peter and you, well, let’s just say Tony’s suit isn’t the only thing that would be blown up.

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Jeff Atkins Imagine

Jeff Atkins x reader

Request: Jeff Atkins fluff imagine?

Imagine Jeff seeing Monty bothering you so he pretends to be your boyfriend to help you.


“And remember class, the homework report is due next class, see you tomorrow, enjoy your weekend.”

The bell rings and I put all my books in my bags. I wait for Justin and his friends to pass me so I don’t have to deal with their idioticity. As I’m still pretending to be busy, Monty looks at me and winks.

“Looking good y/n”

“In your dreams Monty” I say while not looking at him, still getting my things together.

“Or in my bed” he smirks while his friends laugh. Idiots. Like I said. I just ignore them as they all walk out. I say goodbye to my English teacher and start heading to my locker so I can hurry up and meet Tony outside. As I’m walking I feel a hand slap my butt. I whip around and of course it’s Monty.

“Don’t touch me!” I spit. 

“Relax” he smiles, “I just wanted to feel babe.”

“I’m not your ‘babe’ Monty, just leave me alone” I speed walk to my locker still annoyed that he’s following me happily. 

“What’s the rush babe, want to come to my house? I need a tutor” he smirks.

I roll my eyes, “No you’ll need a miracle if you want to pass your classes.”

He grabs my arm “stop playing babe, just come over” I try to wiggle out his grip but he tightens it. 

“No, let go off me” when he doesn’t let go I say it louder.

“Let go!”

“She said let go man.”

I hear a voice say coolly. I turn around and see Jeff leaning against my locker. His face is serious, but he said it so nicely.

“Come on dude, we’re just talking man” Monty laughs.

Jeff looks at Monty’s hand still on my arm and looks back to him.

“Get your hands of my girlfriend ‘dude’”.

Monty’s face change and he lets go immediately, scratching the back of his neck. 

“I didn’t know man, my fault”

“Yeah just walk away man”

Monty looks at me and Jeff one more time and then jogs to catch up to his friends. I look at Jeff, a little dumbfounded from what just happened. I always seen Jeff in the library studying with Clay and sort of developed a crush on him. He seemed sweet. I rubbed my arm, still quiet.

“Thank you” I whispered, “You didn’t have to go through so much trouble.”

“No problem” he smiled, “It felt nice to be your boyfriend for 2 minutes you can say.”

I smile at his comment and closed my locker. “Well thank you, Atkins”.

I started walking down the hall until he called my name behind me.

“Y/n wait!”

I turn around and see him become suddenly nervous.

“I-I was wondering if, you know, you wanted to go to the movies tomorrow night”

I smile, “Of course, maybe then you won’t have to be my ‘fake’ boyfriend”

“I hope so”

[bts reaction] them defending their foreign s/o

prompt: you’re his foreign s/o whose korean isn’t that good and a group of girls sitting across you makes fun of you; he doesn’t like it one bit.

warnings: bullying.




kim seokjin

Originally posted by someasianaddict

jin would be incredulous. he wouldn’t understand how people could be so shamelessly rude. you’d probably be in the middle of a conversation when he’d overhear one of them making fun of your pronunciation, grammar, etc. he’d tense up a bit and would throw them a hard look, but only when one of them commented on your looks he would fully turn around to shut them up. keep in mind that jin wouldn’t yell at them, offend them, or worse, hit them; he’d definitely be passive aggressive, though. aside from telling them how childish and unnecessary it is to make fun of someone who is trying their best to master such a difficult language, he’d also defend you as a person and would insist on you being beautiful both mentally and physically before standing up and leaving together with a confused you. they’d still mumble something inaudible but jin would know they were simply jealous of his fierce devotion towards you.

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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,”

You’re My World.

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter gets hurt during a mission and the reader is there to help comfort him.

Word Count: 2,265 (I got carried away)

Warnings: Language, fight, blood, injuries, knives, hurting!Peter, comforting!Reader, fluffy fluff, sad stuff, so much cheesiness. (Let me know if I missed any). 

A/N: For the anon that requested this, here you are m'dear! I hope you like it! I’m shit at bad ass fight scenes (really everything), but I tried. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy reading!


Walking into the conference room to discuss the mission a few hours ahead, the team is already seated.

Noticing a chair between Wanda and Peter, you sneakily take a seat.

“Nice of you to join us, Y/N” Tony points out, rolling his eyes.

“You bet, Stark.” You replied, saluting and smirking.

As he continued talking about the mission ahead, you drifted away in your thoughts.

This better be a quick mission…

HGTV ’s got new episodes of house hunters calling my name.

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deal | pt 3 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 3,292

warning: slight voyeurism, usual filth etc

part one | part two

Monday. A fresh start to the week, bringing a close to deadlines as new deals began. The office as always was bustling with life, colleagues sharing mundane details of their past weekend and plans for the next. However, an interesting topic or rather rumour was making it’s way around the office at a frightening speed. You’re preparing your first cup of coffee that morning when you hear it, feminine sniggers to the right of you.

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i was lookin at @lovelylangst ’s page and all that langst made me think 

what if there was an exercise where the paladins have to find a fault within themselves??? anyways, i didn’t wanna write a whole fic so here we go with some langst drabble…..


Lance stares at Allura with an open mouth. “For this exercise you must think of and share one fault you have. You will discuss among yourselves.” They had to do what? The other’s must have seen his shock.

“What? Too much ego to even think of one?” Keith asks snidely. Lance frowns.

“Keith. While that was a bit harsh, he is right, Lance. It shouldn’t be too hard to find one. We all have problems.” Someone snorts and it takes Lance a second to realize it was Keith and not him. Shiro’s words stung, even if he didn’t mean them in a rude way.

“That-that’’s not what I was going to say at all.” Lance cuts in.

“Oh? Is the great Lance saying he actually has a fault?” Pidge asks sarcastically. Lance shoots them a glare.

“No.” That came out wrong. Now Allura is looking back at him, frustrated. 

“Lance it is normal to have flaws, just find something.” Lance’s patience is wearing thin. So thin it’s going to snap.

“NO! You guys don’t get it! I have too many to choose from! Which one do you want? My poor skills in hand to hand combat? My stupid and unnecessary jokes? My bad timing and luck? The fact that I’m just useless in general? You’re going to need to be more specific, Allura, or I won’t know what you mean.” Hot tears burn at his eyes, blurring his vision. He barely sees his teammates faces settle into shock and sadness.

 Someone is reaching out for his shoulder. A firm hand grips it, and Lance blinks away his tears to see Keith.

“I-I’m so sorry Lance, I-I didn’t mean it. I swear, I was just trying to joke around-I-I never meant it, really. You are so important Lance, I’m so sorry for making you feel that way.”  Lance gulps.

“Lance. Not all of that is true. You are not useless, you are our sharpshooter, you are irreplaceable. We could never think of you as anything less. You may joke a bit but your jokes help our team to calm down. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” Lance sniffles at Shiro’s words.

Hunk comes around beside him, silently wrapping him up in a tight hug. He feels Pidge join the hug after a few moments.

“I’m so sorry Lance. I’ve failed as your best friend. I don’t think I can even call myself that anymore.” Hunk sobs. 

I-I am so, so, so sorry.” Pidge says, hiding their face in his jacket. Slowly, the other start to join the hug, Allura and Coran last.

“My boy, I didn’t intend to hurt you this way. I am forever sorry.” Coran says, tears dripping down into his mustache.

“Lance, you are so very important to the team, and to us as people. I would never wish anyone else to take your place, as no one could fill it adequately.” Lance sobs, holding his space family closer. They stand there for what seems like forever, but no one is complaining, not even Keith. Noticing that, Lance pokes the red paladin.

“So you do care a bit, even an emo like you has some emotion.” Keith smiles and shakes his head.

“Of course I care, you idiot.” Lance is the happiest he’s been in ages, feeling the surrounding love and comfort of his team. 

It takes a while, and it’s never fully gone, but it gets better. Easier. The team only grows stronger, in spirit and power, and Lance is rightfully recognized as the heart of the team.

03. Baby Talk

Harry wants to have a baby. 

Warnings: Fluff, smut


When you arrived home after a long day of work and smelled the roast, you knew Harry was up to something.

 Either he wanted to talk over a very important decision with you, or the tabloids were about to—if they hadn’t already—print a false or prying story about you and he wanted to take your mind off it. However, you still smiled as you slipped off your shoes and jacket.

It was the little things. That’s what no one told you about marriage. Marriage wasn’t all about the Instagram posts praising each other, or the mind-blowing sex, or the grand statements of affection. It was the foot rubs after a long day, a roast in the oven as soon as you came home from work, and the quick forehead kiss in the early morning when he woke before you. Those little things kept the love alive.

 And oh, how you loved them.

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Home Run (Jeff Atkins x Fem!Reader)

A/N: This one is gonna be Jeff and the reader preparing for Jeff’s game with a little smut, but the main focus is he ends up asking her to the Winter Dance in a really sweet way.

Warning: Smut, then some really cute fluff at the end.

“Y/N!” Jeff shouted running after you. You turned back and flashed him a bright white smile but kept running. You picked up the pace and ran across the field even faster. You had stolen Jeff’s baseball shirt and he had a game coming up in a few hours.

So now here you were, sprinting around the football field with your (Y/H/C) hair whipping around behind you, being damn near swallowed whole in his baseball shirt.

“Y/N, come back here! I need that shirt!” He yelled. You giggled wildly and turned back, only to see him getting closer and closer. Your eyes widened as you tried to speed up but you heard his footsteps approaching you faster and faster. You felt arms grab your waist and you screamed as he lifted you up and spun you around.

“Caught you, Princess.” He whispered in your ear. You giggled and wriggled around in his grasp. He chuckled and turned you around so you were facing him.

“You gotta give it back now, babe.” He said, still panting from his run. Your breathing matched his and you looked up at him with doe eyes.

“But, Jeff-” You started, but he cut you off with a kiss. You put your hand on his cheek and rubbed soft circles as he pulled you into him. He pulled away and looked you in the eyes.

“No buts. Now, you know how much I love to see you in my shirts, but the game is in a few hours and I need it to play.” He said. You groaned and backed away from him, unbuttoning the shirt and pulling it off of you. You handed it to him and he sent you a sweet smile.

“Thank you. Now let’s go home so I can get ready.” He said swinging an arm over your shoulders. You leaned into his side and began the long walk back to his car.

~

You laid back on Jeff’s bed tossing a baseball up and down as you waited for him to come out of the shower. You heard the water turn off and you sat up, waiting for him once more. You saw the doorknob turn and time seemed to go in slow motion as he stepped out with nothing but a towel around his waist.

“Alright, I’m about to get ready, babe.” He said turning towards his closet to grab his uniform.

You hummed in response and stood up slowly before walking over to him. Your arms went around his still damp waist and you rested your forehead on his back. You massaged his abs and slowly made your way to the top of his towel.

“How about we have a little pre-game fun?” You said, sliding your hand under the towel and stroking the soft hairs at the top of his shaft. He groaned and shuddered before grabbing your wrist and pulling it away.

“Come on. I have to get ready.” He said, his voice slightly strained. You turned him around and gave him a sweet smile.

“Jeff, there’s still a good hour and a half before the game. That’s plenty of time.” You said swinging your arms behind his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. He hummed into the kiss and placed his hands on your hips. His tongue swiped over your lips, begging for entry and you nibbled on his lip before parting your lips.

His tongue wrestled with yours as you ran your fingers through his damp hair. You gripped the roots and tugged making him groan against your lips. You pulled away and looked him in the eyes.

“Still need to get ready?” You asked him, batting your lashes. He growled and pulled his towel off, his erection already springing free. You giggled playfully and pulled off your tank top and skirt, leaving you in your (Y/F/C) bra and underwear.

“Ay, mi princesa. Eres muy muy bella.” He whispered, putting his hands on your hips. You swung your arms around his neck and played with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Y eres muy guapo, mi amor.” You whispered back. Jeff’s eyes widened as he stared at you with adoration and shock.

“What? I took Spanish.” You said smirking. Jeff just chuckled and placed his lips back onto yours. You moaned as he bit down on your bottom lip and tugged lightly. He walked you both backwards until your calves hit the edge of the bed and he fell on top of you. He flipped you both over so you were straddling his waist, and you sat up before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra, tossing it aside.

Jeff let out a sigh looking up at you and you began to grind your clothed core onto his bare erection. He groaned out and his hands flew to your hips to guide them. He pushed you back and forth, making you slide over his shaft completely. You let out a soft moan when his tip grazed your sensitive bundle of nerves. He opened his eyes and smirked at you before bucking his hips up against yours, applying more pressure.

“Fuck.” You gasped out at the sudden wave of pleasure. Jeff bucked up again and you fell forward, landing chest to chest. You began sucking at his collarbones and he moaned. You moved across his chest, painting it with your little love marks before moving to the sensitive spot under his jawline. He gripped your hips tighter as you nibbled on his favorite spot.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t think I’m gonna make it much longer if you keep doing that. I need you now.” He whispered in your ear. You pulled away from his neck and sat up before climbing off of him, and kicking off your underwear. You walked over to his desk and opened the drawer where he kept his condoms. You pulled out a small gold packet and turned back, only to see him smirking at you with his lip between his teeth. You glanced down and saw him stroking his thick length, moisture instantly forming between your thighs.

You stalked over to him, innocently twirling the small packet in your hand. You knelt in front of him, moving his hand away and replacing it with yours. You placed a gentle kiss to the tip and gave kitten licks to the shaft. Jeff groaned out in pleasure and fisted his sheets. You smirked up at him and slid the condom slowly down his length.

“You just love teasing me, don’t you?” He said, his voice thick with lust. You climbed up on top of him and lined him up with your entrance, before slowly sinking down. You both moaned in harmony as you adjusted to his size. His hands flew to your hips as you started to slowly move up and down.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby.” He groaned out, thrusting up so your hips met. Your hands went to explore his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. His mouth instantly went to your neck, sucking at the sensitive spots before moving downward and sucking marks on your breasts. His lips circled around your nipple and you moaned out his name.

“I’m close. So close.” He strained as he thrust up harder and faster. Your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of him hitting that deep spot inside you. Your body began to shudder and your breathing picked up as you approached your climax.

“J-Jeff, I’m gonna-” Your words cut off by Jeff pushing his lips against yours, making your orgasm pulse through you. You shook against him and soon you felt him twitch inside of you. You ground your hips against his, making his pelvis brush against your still sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Y/N, I’m-” He started, stopping when you leaned forward to nibble on his favorite spot. His hands gripped your hips tighter, sure to leave big hand shaped marks. You felt his erection throb as the waves of his climax crashed over him. You both stilled and you rolled off of him, landing next to his sweaty form. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side.

“Well, now I have to take another shower. You do too.” He said chuckling. You giggled and he placed a kiss on the top of your head before standing up and disposing of the condom. You sighed and stood up along with him before walking into his bathroom and turning on the water. You stepped in and stood under the water, letting it run over you. You felt arms wrap around you and you leaned back into his chest.

“Hey, let’s actually get ready. You do have a game to win, don’t you?” You said. Jeff hummed and placed a kiss on your head.

“I’ll just have to repay you when we come back. I’ve got a surprise for you anyway.” He said grabbing the shampoo and beginning to wash your hair. You wanted to ask but knowing him he wouldn’t budge, so you just mirrored his actions and you both washed each other. You dried off and got redressed, this time in Jeff’s letterman, then left for the game.

~

You found Hannah and Clay in the crowd and went to sit next to them. Tony came up beside you, holding a popcorn and packs of candy.

“Woah, you really hit the jackpot. All that for you?” You asked him. He sent you a smile and looked down.

“No, actually I didn’t buy any of this. This is all for you, from Jeff.” He said, handing you the snacks. Your eyes widened and your lips spread into a smile. You looked over and Clay and Hannah were smiling as well.

“Oh, stop. He just knows I like food. He wants to keep me from starving during his game; although we always go to Rosie’s afterwards.” You said. Clay lifted his hands up in defense and looked away. You furrowed your brows and looked up at Tony, who just did the same. You shrugged and opened a pack of Skittles.

The game started and you saw Jeff go up to bat. You cheered for him and saw him give the umpire a look. He held the signal for timeout and everyone began to mumble in confusion. All of the players came out to the field, holding signs. Someone handed Jeff a microphone and he walked to the middle of the field.

“I know you’re all probably wondering, ‘What the hell is going on?’ But I have an announcement.” He began. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at Tony.

“What is he doing?” You asked him. Tony just smiled at you.

“So, as you all know I have an amazing girlfriend named, Y/F/N Y/L/N. She is smart, and beautiful, and funny, and extremely unique. That ones for you, Clay.” He said with a chuckle. You looked over at Clay to see him with his head in his hands, laughing. Your heart swelled at Jeff’s words and you smiled.

“Now, you all also know that we have a Winter Dance coming up; and if you haven’t figured out where this is going, I’m about to tell you. Y/N, babe? Can you stand up wherever you are?” He said. You handed your popcorn to Tony and stood up, playing with the sleeves of Jeff’s jacket.

“There you are, beautiful. Y/N, I have one question to ask you. Will you do me the honor of accompanying me to this years Winter Formal?” He asked, signaling the other players to hold up their signs. When they were all organized they spelled out, ‘I love you’ in big blue letters. Your hand flew to your mouth and began to form in your eyes. You smiled and moved past Tony to run down the bleachers. You ran towards Jeff and tackled him in a hug.

“Yes I’ll go with you, you idiot. I’m your girlfriend; and I love you too.” You said. Jeff picked you up and spun you around as everyone began to cheer. He put you down and put a hand on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. All the cheers seemed to fade away in that moment. He pulled away and looked you in the eyes with a smile gracing his lips.

“Hey, Jeff. You hit a home run with me, now go hit another one for the school.” You said. He smiled and nodded before turning back to his spot. You ran back to your spot and sat down next to Tony.

“You used the home run one?” He said with an eyebrow raised. You nodded and stared at your boyfriend in adoration.

“I sure as hell did.”

GOT7 Reaction to -

You grabbing their dick through their jeans while making out

Request;

Got7 reaction to you grabbing that dicc through their jeans while your making out?? TY MOM ILY 💜💜💜

a/n:

i’m sorry for the wait, it’s just school and such keep me pretty busy, and i probably won’t write a lot starting 2 or so weeks from now, because of exams. But thank you all for being so kind and patient!

Also it’s one am and my wifi isn’t working well, so the gifs aren’t great, but I hope you don’t mind.

no gifs here are mine; credits go to the owners

BAMBAM:

Well, I see him wanting to be one way like, ‘yea baby I know it’s big’ but honestly he’d probably blush first. Bambi would feel your hand and his cheeks would turn red, since he didn’t expect it. He would end up breaking the make out session since he laughed out of embarrassment. But really as cocky as he would want to be, he’d just get all blush.

“Y-your hand is on my… dick… yea”
You “Do you want me to move it?”
“W-well n-no”
You “Alright, shut up so we can keep kissing.”

JAEBUM:

I can see him as one to expect it. Like in the moment, he’d want it/feel it coming. When you rubbed his dick, he’d groan a little. Jaebum, would honestly find it so hot dom mode activated it would make the make out session a little more than just A Make Out Session. Also if you moved your hand, you best believe he’ll grab it and place it back where it was.

“Fuck baby, you really know what to do.”

JACKSON:

I wanna say this would make him kinda playful in a way, but overall like more turned on. Since I do see Jackson as more of a playful lover, he would really enjoy it. He would chuckle, and possibly grind against your hand. I mean really, he’d just be set off and lookin’ for a fun night. 

“Did I ever tell you how good you are with your hands?”

JINYOUNG:

Jinyoung would be one to tease you for doing such a thing. I feel as though he’d really enjoy it. The movement of your hand would immediately change the mood making him more needy. He’d place his hand on top of yours and move it to create more friction for himself.

“Who knew you were so dirty baby.”

MARK:

For him, it would change his mood. It would probably lead him to be more in control. He would take your hand off his crotch and pin it above you/or hold it. He would probably grind against the two of you, so you both got friction. I mean this man here to please. As for being embarrassed or anything, not really, it would be normal for make out sessions to go in that direction. 

“Somehow, you always make me like this.”

YOUNGJAE:

Literally, he’d be So Embarrassed. This little sugar plum would end up blushing like there was no tomorrow. I mean he’s already so subby as is and it’s so cute. He would definitely get more embarrassed than Bambi, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like it. As he would get more comfortable with you, he’d end up asking for more.

“You can’t just do that and not give me more.”

YUGYEOM:

Sugar plum baby 2.0. I see him going 2 ways, depending on his mood for the night. Either melting into you, or taking control. However, I think more often than not, he’d end up melting into you. He would blush, but the kiss would carry on. He’d probably grip you tighter as a way to signal you for more.

“Please, more than that, I need you.”

-Admin A

anonymous asked:

Writting Prompt: Danny cries in his sleep, sometimes really loud. And screams. Once he even transform while sleeping. The problem is, he start to doing it when he fall asleep in class. Hope it's good enough to write

angst oh god what is with this phandom and angst okay here’s ur angst with a heavy dose of weird millennial humour because this bitch can’t angst without a metric fuck of comedy sprinkled all over the place

also I’m sick and wrote half of this in the middle of the night while feverish so like, I did my best

“OKAY THIS IS FINE.” Danny said aloud to the floor. He didn’t really intend the floor to be the recipient of his ire but it was where his face was currently planted so it would just have to ding darn diddly deal with it.

Danny had experienced his fair share of being stuck in awkward positions but this one had rivalled many of his top ten, and he hadn’t even been thrown across a room by a ghost to achieve it! Nope, he just fell out of bed.

One arm was flung out before him, the other awkwardly pulled behind his back, still twisted up in his bedsheets, along with his leg. Just the one leg, the other was hanging - in quite a remarkable display of inhuman dexterity - over his shoulder.

All it took was some gut wrenching, heart stopping, bile inducing nightmares. Nothing fancy really, just the visceral image of everyone he loved and cared about DYING from TOO MUCH FIRE right in front of his eyes as he watched helplessly. Yep.

“THIS IS FINE.” Danny said again, a little louder this time. The carpet smelled like feet, Danny decided maybe he should take his eating hole off the gross floor before he caught a foot fungus on his lip. He knew it was possible, it happened to Ricky Marsh once at camp.

Yeah Danny should REEEAAAALLY get his face off that carpet. Right now, yep. He was gonna get up at this very mome-

Jazz heard a loud snore come from Danny’s bedroom. He was supposed to be up half an hour ago, school started in ten minutes. But she knew he had a plate piled high with superhero shenanigans that kept him up at obnoxiously late hours nine nights out of ten. The bags under his eyes could hold all the homework he never got done, with extra space for his unfinished chores.

Jazz was fully prepared to sneak in and firmly tuck him into bed with ghost proof sheets, a lie, an excuse and at least three compromises balanced on her tongue ready to jump at any parent and/or teacher that wanted her brother out of the warm sanctuary of bed today. Then she heard his gentle snores twist into a devastatingly soul crushing little whimper.

Oh boy, that wasn’t good.

Jazz opened her brother’s bedroom door and quietly peered inside to find… no one. He wasn’t there. Typical ghost bullshi-

Jazz had almost closed the door when she heard it again, that tiny little whimper. Was he invisible? She thought to herself, barely acknowledging how fucking weird her life had gotten that that question came so naturally to her.

Jazz padded into the room and found that Danny had, somehow, managed to fall asleep on the floor beside his bed. One leg still hanging in the air via blanket sling, it was almost funny, until he screamed that is.

Jazz nearly jumped out of her spotty blue socks when a noise ripped out of her sleeping brother’s throat, a noise that honestly could have come from the cutting room floor of a horror flick that was deemed too terrifyingly violent to be shown on screens literally anywhere. His back was arched, his mouth wide, hands curled in on themselves, he almost looked as though he were convulsing.

It stopped suddenly, with a gasp and a jolt Danny woke. He didn’t shoot up or flail about, he just laid down on the floor, eyes blearily noticing that there was another person in the room. Jazz sat down by his side as he wiped his face, staring at the tears on his hands.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Danny glared at her.

“Sorry, standard question.” Jazz mumbled as she unhooked his foot from the clinging bedsheets. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Danny, still laying on the floor, swung his right arm around, it had gone numb and tingly, the kind of numb and tingly that really hecking hurt when he started moving it again, yeesh.

“I had this really gnarly dream,” he started as he massaged his arm, Jazz listened intently. “I ordered a sandwich without mayo but when I bit into it there was mayo like, EVERYWHERE and-”

Jazz dropped a pillow on his face.

“That was rude.” Danny’s muffled voice grumbled.

“If you don’t want to talk about it you can just say so instead of being an asshole.” Jazz huffed as she found a pair of jeans and a shirt that were Clean Enough and threw them at the pillow. “You were crying and screaming, I was WORRIED.”

Danny pulled the pillow and clothes away and looked at his sister, actually looked her in the face. Her eyebrows were pulled tight and she was gnawing on her bottom lip, she really did look worried. Danny sat up and fished a somewhat pungent binder from under his bed, Pariah’s Oath he really needed to do his laundry.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” he stared down at his hands, face suspiciously neutral.

“Okay.” Jazz’s voice was gentle, she wasn’t going to push it, she’d learned a long time ago that it always just made things worse. “That’s okay, just know you can always talk to me, alright?”

Danny stood up and stretched, joints cracking and popping in a way that made Jazz want to barf. He could feel his arm again, thank the Ancients.

“You say that now, but every time a new rocket model comes out-”

“Bye Danny.” Jazz fucked off faster than Johnny’s shadow at dawn, absolutely Not wanting to stick around for another geeky space rant. Danny’s shit eating grin followed her out the door until it clicked shut, suddenly dropping back into the deadass tired face of a student who was entirely convinced that consistent sleep schedules were a myth.

He was not okay, ooooh he was so not okay.

Falling asleep again had been a mistake, a GRAVE mista- no okay, no, that pun was just inappropriate. He’d just had not one, but TWO disgustingly detailed nightmares about Literally Everyone dying, death puns were OFF the table right now.

Regular puns were still on the cards though, he thought to himself as he plopped his Little Pocket Book of Puns on top of a deck of cards sitting on his desk. He was proud of that one, in fact he snapchatted it, his smug face squeezed into the corner of the shot by the words ‘passng chem is off the cards bt my puns arnt’. It was easy to fool people with photos, he only had to pull off one good smile and people thought he was fine.

The flood of horrified snapchats he received in return made him giddy. Everything from a two minute video of Valerie trying not to hurl to a picture of Dash’s middle finger. Danny grinned, his grin looked genuine, it was not.

“This is fine.” he lied.

*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING*

Danny barely made it through the door before the bell went off, he celebrated his victory with a very brief and offensively outdated dance move before Tucker threw a pen at his head and the teacher told him to sit down before he hurt himself.

Danny’s goofy grin remained plastered onto his face as he sat next to Tucker, who was giving him the kind of look that was usually reserved for the weird surrealist internet videos Nathan always tagged him in on Facebook.

“You are like…” Tucker started, fiddling with the broken nib of his stylus. “Super hyper today what the fu-”

“Language, Foley.” the homeroom teacher deadpanned from behind his book.

“Sorry sir! But seriously what the fuck dude.” Tucker continued at a still very perceptible volume. The teacher sighed heavily.

“It’s cool I’m fine I just got like two hours of sleep and drank five coffees in ten minutes I think I can hear colours.” Danny’s eye twitched.

Tucker didn’t laugh, Danny was trying to be funny but it was like, twelve year old funny. He sighed and lowered his voice.

“You’re having nightmares again aren’t you.” Tucker stared through Danny’s plastic grin with serious eyes. “We talked about this Danny, I told you to STOP faking this shit with me. You know what happens when you don’t get enough sleep, you get really fucking weird.”

“Did you get my snapchat this morning?” Danny asked as though he hadn’t heard a single word his best friend had just said.

“Yes, it was awful and I hate you.” The jab had no bite, Tucker couldn’t stand seeing Danny like this, it was like some awful parody of his friend amped up to eleven. He didn’t bother trying to talk sense into him, sense was gone, sense was out the window, sense was on the next plane to god damn Timbuktu.

Danny’s giddiness didn’t let up a single inch throughout their first couple of morning classes. He had stupid jokes and shitty puns hidden up every sleeve in the building, and the tiniest little thing would set him off giggling. Star smacked a fly with a ruler, Danny literally fell off his chair laughing.

Mr Lancer gave Tucker permission to drag Danny out into the hallway to calm down. Tucker grimaced in apology as he dragged along a snorting Danny by the sleeve, the rest of the class having a good laugh of their own.

“Do you think he’s like, actually on drugs or something?” Tucker heard Paulina whisper not even remotely quietly as they left the room.

The moment the classroom door had closed, Tucker slammed Danny against the wall.

“DUDE! GET. A. GRIP.” Tucker was not even in the general vicinity of fucking around right now. Danny needed to chill his tits before he got into serious trouble, the last thing he needed was a detention lumped on top of the pile of reasons Danny’s life was a train wreck.

Danny clenched his teeth, his eyes were wide, too wide. Then his mouth curled up and a laugh squeezed its way through taught lips. Oh no, not again. Not on Tucker’s watch. Before the next giggle fit could get into full swing Tucker had pulled out his drink bottle, uncapped it, and dumped the entirety of its contents on Danny’s stupid guffawing head.

A cough and a splutter later and Danny was sitting on the floor, the stupid grin officially washed from his face.

“Can we talk like actual human beings now?” Tucker asked, the plastic water bottle thudding emptily on the ground.

“I’m not an ‘actual human being’. So no. I can’t.” Danny’s voice was short and clipped, his expression stony.

Tucker slumped to the floor next to his best friend, ignoring the puddle he was half sitting in. They sat in silence for a bit, listening to Mr Lancer’s muffled voice droning on about adverbs or something. A squeak from someone’s shoe echoed down the empty hall. A fluorescent light flickered. Danny winced.

“You wanna borrow my earphones? I’ve got some chill tunes if you need to like, shut everything out for a bit.” Tucker held the tangled cords out to Danny who promptly stuck them in his ears and buried his face in his arms. It was all just, just too much right now.

He threw his hands over his ears when the bell rang, Tucker put a gentle arm around his shoulder.

“C'mon, it’s about to get really loud out here.” he said quietly, taking Danny by the arm and leading him to their next class. It was history, they were watching a movie. Perfect. Tucker rolled up his jacket and put it on the desk in front of Danny.

“Try and sleep a bit, if you can. You can copy my notes later.”

Tucker was a good friend.

Danny put his head down, Tucker’s chill playlist still thrumming softly in his ears. He didn’t want to sleep, he didn’t want to see everyone die again, but his eyes could barely stay open. He read somewhere online that just laying down and resting was still good for you, even if he didn’t sleep he could still get some energy back at least, maybe.

He was out like a light the moment his head hit Tucker’s jacket.

The dream was never the same. Every time it started as just a regular weird ass dream, he was at the Nasty Burger, but he was sitting at his kitchen table. His friends were there, so was some guy he’d never met, they were talking about monster trucks or… something. The guy he didn’t know was showing him a song he wrote, it was gentle and calm, Danny liked it.

That was when the Guys in White showed up. They’d been there before, but not every time. Danny remembered the last dream he had, vaguely, he didn’t know he was dreaming now, but he knew what was going to happen next.

“RUN!” he tried to scream, but his voice came out strangled and quiet. Sam and Tucker kept chatting, they couldn’t see the danger, the strange guy started playing a different song, he had an acoustic guitar now and was on a stage that wasn’t there before.

The Guys in White aimed their ectoguns, knocking off shots around the entire Nasty Burger, Valerie collapsed behind the counter, had she always been there? Jazz was next, she was reading a book on the lounge that had definitely been there the whole time. Danny kept trying to scream, but his throat just couldn’t make anything more than a strangled rasping noise.

Sam and Tucker collapsed before him, the music changed again, the guy on the stage had a smoking hole in his chest, he was playing a cello now. The music was calm, soft and gentle, it hadn’t stopped during the shooting. The GIW agent at the head of the group turned to Danny, face splitting into an evil grin, flaming hair licking at his temples, it wasn’t a GIW agent any more. It had never been a GIW agent.

Danny tried to transform, he needed to save them, they were dead but he NEEDED to save them, if he could go ghost, if he could change he could fix this. His core felt so far away, the cold chill within him just JUST out of his grasp. Why couldn’t he change? WHY COULDN’T HE CHANGE?

Tucker sat at his desk in the dark classroom, taking halfassed notes about… something something president Washington. Hadn’t they already covered this? A flash at the edge of his vision pulled his tired gaze over to the sleeping mess beside him. Danny made a noise, a whimper? It sounded like he was trying to say something.

“Ru… ru-” Danny muttered, voice broken and, oh god he sounded so terrified.

Tucker’s heart splintered into tiny little pieces, and those tiny pieces shattered until his heart was basically just a pile of powder, really sad and devastated powder. Concentrated melancholy, in powder form. He nudged Danny.

“Danny, Danny wake up. Dude you’re talking in your sleep, WAKE UP.” Tucker was super worried, like beyond overprotective mother worried, if Danny said something incriminating in his sleep, if he said something about PHANTOM-

“Gotta… go-” a strand of silver began to creep through Danny’s dark hair.

Oh fuck.

Tucker shook Danny as violently as he subtly could, he needed to wake up. He needed to wake the fuck up right the fuck right NOW. FUCK. It was panic time, shit was getting dangerously identity revealing up in here and Tucker had to do something about it.

More silver was weaving through Danny’s hair, flickers of a dark, skin tight costume appearing for only the briefest of anxiety inducing moments. They were sitting in the back corner of the room, no one had noticed that anything was wrong yet, but someone would. Someone would notice SOON if Tucker couldn’t get Danny to wAKE THE HECKING FUCK HELL UP.

“Danny I swear to god if you don’t wake up I’m going to kill the rest of you. WAKE. UP.” How was Tucker supposed to wake him up without drawing attention to- oh good lordy fucK HIS HAIR.

Tucker pulled Danny’s hood over his head as quickly as he could nearly half a second after a flash of white overtook his entire scalp. Had anyone noticed?? Tucker glanced around the room, nobody was looking, thank christ Wes wasn’t in this class.

Tucker tucked the white strands into the hood as best he could manage before texting Sam as fast as his fingers would allow.

Sam was in the middle of copying some crap about photosynthesis that she already knew when she felt her phone buzz. It was from Tucker, and if his spelling was anything to go by, he was in trouble.

'DIASTRACTION NOWm’

Sam got the gist.

Pretending she was about to vomit everywhere was an easy way out of the classroom, and from there it was just a quick run to the fire alarm. It wasn’t the first time Sam had pulled off a fake emergency, she smashed the glass and hit the button with no hesitation, fuck the consequences. From there she just had to figure out where Danny and Tucker were, they all had copies of each other’s classes in case of just such emergencies.

History, they had history. She knew which room that was.

Sam took off running, boots thundering through the crowds of students filtering out of their classrooms. Sam could barely hear the alarm over the sound of her heart beat thudding in her ears, she didn’t have time to panic and worry, something was wrong and the most important thing right now was finding out what it was and if her friends were okay.

Someone noticed her through the crowd though. As she smashed through a group of kids coming out of a maths class, one guy caught her gaze, one guy decided to follow. Jesus shit she did NOT have the time for this.

Sam detoured down a seperate hallway, the tall redhead on her tail easily keeping pace, why couldn’t he just mind his own god damn business for once and, you know what? Sam thought, FUCK IT.

Another detour into an empty classroom and she had him. Bursting through the door after her, Wes looked around fervently, expecting to find Danny in some kind of juicy compromising situation. What he got was a surprise boot to the gut and he hit the deck like a sack of bricks.

Sam didn’t waste a second before bolting from the room, Wes had already taken up enough of her precious time.

Wes coughed and wheezed and tried to drag a breath into his aching abdomen, she’d clocked him a damn heavy blow and his body was not cooperating until it had a good few moments to recover from Whatever The Fuck Just Happened.

Damn it he was so close!

“Alright everyone, out onto the parking lot, like we do literally every other week.” The history teacher droned, his voice dry. He didn’t even bother making sure everyone left the room before walking out himself, it was probably a ghost attack anyway. These things lost their sense of urgency after the last fifty billion times, the only reason he didn’t make everyone get back into their seats was for legal reasons and honestly, he could really use the smoke break.

Tucker made a show of getting up to leave, but once he and Danny were the only two left he immediately dropped his shit and whammo’d his fists down on Danny’s desk.

“WAKE UP!” He yelled as Sam slid haphazardly into the room, clocking her hip on the teacher’s desk as she failed to reign in her momentum. She struggled with her footing for a moment before catching herself and racing up to the back of the class.

“Is he okay? What’s happening??” she asked, breathlessly.

Tucker lifted the hood from Danny’s bright-ass silvery hair.

“He’s transforming in his sleep and I can’t get him to wake up.” Tucker rushed out in one breath before grabbing Danny by the shoulders. “WAKE. UP. WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!!” Tucker screamed while shaking him with about as much tenderness as an irate Skulker on illegal performance enhancing ghost drugs. Finally, it was enough.

Danny jolted roughly, spasmed almost, and opened his fluorescent green eyes. Sam and Tucker took a quick step back in case he lashed out, but he didn’t. Danny’s hands gripped at the table hard enough to leave gouges in the sharpie-graffiti stained surface as his breath came out laboured and rasping. Tears smeared across his cheeks and dripped from his nose and chin.

He blinked, hard, before finally raising his head from the desk, looking remarkably disoriented. He was still flickering in and out of ghost form, disappearing from view entirely a few times as well, but it was slowing down as he took a few deep, shuddering breaths. Soon enough he was calm enough to stick to one form, human fortunately.

Sam breathed out a sigh and sat heavily on the nearest chair. He was okay and god she needed to sit down and catch the breath she’d left behind in science class.

Tucker sat beside Danny - who was now vigorously rubbing at his face - and took back his earphones, Sam could hear something that sounded like a cello playing through the small speakers

Tucker got through maybe the first two syllables of the standard 'are you okay?’ when he was abruptly cut off by a mildly lisping giggle.

Wes stood half through the doorway, phone out and trained on Danny’s previously unstable form. He looked a little pale and seemed to be having trouble breathing but that didn’t stop a wide shit eating grin from stretching across his freckled cheeks.

“Gotcha.” he sneered before turning on his heel and fleeing in unbridled glee.

Sam had recovered quickly from her previous run, she was on him like the Box Ghost on a roll of bubble wrap. Tucker heard the pounding of two sets of feet followed by a loud THUD, a squeal, and then what sounded suspiciously like a phone being heavily stomped on by a very firmly placed boot. The groaning came after that, punctuated with some extremely foul language that may have been spluttered through a bleeding nose and/or lip.

Sam came back into the room with a crushed phone in one hand and bloody knuckles on the other. She wasn’t dicking around, not today.

“You okay Danny?” she asked, getting only a tired glare in response. “Sorry, standard question.”

Sam picked up Danny’s backpack and put her hand out for him to take, he grasped it gratefully and she pulled him up from his chair as Tucker wound an arm around his waist. With the support of the two actual greatest people in the whole damn world, Danny walked out of the school and into the parking lot where an exasperated principal Ishiyama was counting heads and calling names.

“Equal Rites! What were you three still doing inside? Get into your- Mr Fenton are you alright?” Mr Lancer’s angry stride softened into a quick jog, concern weaving it’s way through his face at the sight of Danny’s red eyes and wet cheeks.

“He uh, had a head on collision with Wes on our way out.” said Sam, like a liar. “Took a corner too fast and copped a hit to the nose so his eyes got all teary, but he’s okay.”

“Wes might need a little help though.” Tucker added on. “We offered but he’s pretty much convinced we just rammed him on purpose and he threatened to tell everyone we beat him up sooo we kinda just left him on the floor.”

Lancer rubbed at his brow, exasperated. He did NOT have the time for Wes shenanigans. He took a quick look at Danny’s face, checking for any bleeding, satisfied when he could find none he sent the three on their way to get their names marked off before he headed back to the school building to find Wes.

“Thanks.” Danny squeezed Sam and Tucker tenderly, never wanting to let them go. He was so glad they were here, he was so glad they were alive.

“Sleepover at my place tonight.” Tucker declared. “No exceptions, there’s gonna be cuddle piles and maybe a pillow fort, but definitely lots of these.” he gave Danny a big ol’ smooch on the forehead and pulled him in for a tight hug. “You’re gonna be fine man, you’ll be okay.”

Sam jumped on and threw her arms around both her boys, pressing her lips against Danny’s cheek.

“We’re not going anywhere, okay? We’re gonna sleep right beside you and tell those fucking nightmares to fuck right off, just like last time.” Sam gave him a hearty thump on the back that might have knocked over a regular human, but Danny barely shifted.

What in Ring and Crown’s name did he ever do to deserve these two.

That night after a coma inducing amount of junk food and soft drink Danny passed out smushed between Sam and Tuck in what was pretty much the most affectionate and down right adorable Danny Sandwich either of them had ever made.

He dreamed of the three of them beating the shit out of Dan with Fenton Anti-Creep Sticks. He hadn’t slept so well in years.

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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Angst, Implied smut, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,288 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

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Finale Canon Divergence time - so, imagine that the magic bean Killian retrieved from the beanstalk was still usable and I’m gonna spin off from there…(cause I wanted the payoff for the lengths Killian went through in the EF to try to get back to Emma) - 900 words


Regina and Snow have a silent conversation and seem to come to an agreement, both of them looking at Killian with equal looks of unwavering determination.

“Go, use the bean. Get to Emma and do whatever it takes to help her believe again. I’m going to find David and Regina will do whatever she can to hold this place together.”

Killian grips the bean tight in his palm, feeling both incredulous at the suggestion and relieved at the same time. So many of the people he will need to leave behind have become his family, but he knows none of that will matter without Emma by his side.

“Snow, I can’t leave you all here to…”

“Killian, she needs you. We need you. Go. Now!”

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