and your voice made of honey

Ways To Describe Someone's Voice
  • adenoidal (adj): if someone’s voice is adenoidal, some of the sound seems to come through their nose
  • appealing (adj): an appealing look/voice shows that you want help, approval, or agreement
  • breathy (adj): with loud breathing noises
  • brittle (adj): if you speak in a brittle voice, you sound as if you are about to cry
  • croaky (adj): if someone’s voice sounds croaky, they speak in a low, rough voice that sounds as if they have a sore throat
  • dead (adj): if someone’s eyes or voice are dead, they feel or show no emotion
  • disembodied (adj): a disembodied voice comes from someone who you cannot see
  • flat (adj): spoken in a voice that does not go up and down; this word is often used for describing the speech of people from a particular region
  • fruity (adj): a fruity voice or laugh is deep and strong in a pleasant way
  • grating (adj): a grating voice, laugh, or sound is unpleasant and annoying
  • gravelly (adj): a gravelly voice sounds low and rough
  • gruff (adj): this voice has a rough, low sound
  • guttural (adj): a guttural sound is deep and made at the back of your throat
  • high-pitched (adj): true to its name, a high-pitched voice or sound is very high
  • hoarse (adj): someone who is hoarse, or has a hoarse voice, speaks in a low, rough voice, usually because their throat is sore
  • honeyed (adj): honeyed words or a honeyed voice sound very nice, but you cannot trust the person who is speaking
  • husky (adj): a husky voice is deep and sounds hoarse (as if you have a sore throat), often in an attractive way
  • low (adj): a low voice is quiet and difficult to hear; also used for describing a deep voice that has a long wavelength
  • matter-of-fact (adj): usually used if the person speaking knows what they are talking about (or absolutely think they know what they are talking about)
  • modulated (adj): a modulated voice is controlled and pleasant to listen to
  • monotonous (adj): this kind of voice is boring and unpleasant due to the fact that it does not change in loudness or become higher/lower
  • nasal (adj): someone with a nasal voice sounds as if they are speaking through their nose
  • orotund (adj): an orotund voice is loud and clear
  • penetrating (adj): a penetrating voice is so high or loud that it makes you slightly uncomfortable
  • plummy (adj): a plummy voice or way of speaking is considered to be typical of an English person of a high social class; this word shows that you dislike people who speak like this
  • quietly (adj): in a soft, quiet voice
  • raucous (adj): a raucous voice or noise is loud and sounds rough
  • ringing (adj): a ringing voice is very loud and clear
  • rough (adj): a rough voice is not soft and is unpleasant to listen to
  • shrill (adj): a shrill voice is very loud, high, and unpleasant
  • silvery (adj): this voice is clear, light, and pleasant
  • singsong (adj): if you speak in a singsong voice, your voice rises and falls in a musical way
  • small (adj): a small voice is quiet
  • smoky (adj): a smoky voice is sexually attractive in a slightly mysterious way
  • softly spoken (adj): someone who is softly spoken has a quiet, gentle voice
  • soft-spoken (adj): speaking or said in a quiet, gentle voice
  • sotto voce (adj, adv): in a very quiet voice
  • stentorian (adj): a stentorian voice sounds very loud and severe
  • strangled (adj): a strangled sound is one that someone stops before they finish making it
  • strident (adj): this voice is loud and unpleasant
  • taut (adj): used about something such as a voice that shows someone is nervous or angry
  • thick (adj): if your voice is thick with an emotion, it sounds less clear than usual because of the emotion
  • thickly (adv): with a low voice that comes mostly from your throat
  • thin (adj): a thin voice or sound is high and unpleasant to listen to
  • throaty (adj): a throaty sound is low and seems to come from deep in your throat
  • tight (adj): shows that you are nervous or annoyed
  • toneless (adj): does not express any emotion
  • tremulous (adj): if your voice is tremulous, it is not steady; for example, because you are afraid or excited
  • wheezy (adj): a wheezy noise sounds as if it is made by someone who has difficulty breathing
  • wobbly (adj): if your voice is wobbly, it goes up and down, usually because you are frightened, not confident, or are going to cry
  • booming (adj): very loud and attention-getting
  • quavering (adv): if your voice quavers, it is not steady because you are feeling nervous or afraid
  • a voice like a foghorn: very loud voice
  • in an undertone: using a quiet voice so that someone cannot hear you
  • someone’s dulcet tones: the sound of someone’s voice as they speak
Just a Dream

So I have fallen completely in love with @thebbros and I encourage you all to check it out and give @blogthegreatrouge the creater of this AU some love! This has made me really excited to get back into writing, which more will be coming soon. Until then, thank you so much for your support, and I hope you enjoy. So without further ado, all aboard for another adventure! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ozzy? Wake up honey, you don’t want to be late for your own show do you?”

The rabbit grumbled a bit before he opened his eyes, the sweet call of his wife enticing the sleep to part.

“Mmm…Ortensia?” Drowsiness coating his voice.

Wait a minute, Ortensia!?

He bolted upright, the covers flying in sudden shock. How? She was dead, he was there! His hands had been drenched in her blood, tears, and that sickly ink. What kind of a sick joke was this?!

A soft hand touched his cheek, making him look in that direction. She stared in his eyes, filled with loving concern.

“Ozzy? Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He could hardly speak. She was there, alive right in front of him. Was it all just a bad dream?

He couldn’t help himself, he pulled her tight against him, tears flowing down his furred cheeks. He wanted to take everything in. Her smell, her warmth, her soft fur. He would never let anything happen to her again.

“Oswald? Are you sure you’re ok?” She asked worriedly. She only ever used his birth name when she was worried or cross.

He pulled back, wiping his tears with a soft laugh.

“Heh, yeah. Just…*sniff*…just had a bad dream is all.“

She gently wiped the tears that stained his fur as he lovingly kissed her small, gentle, perfect hand.

“Did you want to talk about it?”

He kissed her lips, soft and slow, cherishing the moment.

“Nah, I’m ok now that you’re here. Besides, we’ve got a show to do!”

~~~~~~

The crowd cheered, the adrenaline rushing through his veins. Man was he excited for today’s act! He held out his hand to Ortensia, glittering in her pink assistant uniform.

“Well, it’s almost time. Ready to make magic and dreams come true Ortensia?”

With a soft purr, she reached out and held his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, smiling warmly.

“Always.”

With a final kiss, and a tremendous magical entrance, they smiled and waved, the cheers of the crowd raising their spirits.

Oswald looked around, it felt like it had been years since he felt this much excitement, this much joy. Everything was alright. He was living the dream.

He turned toward his wife, but for some reason she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Everything suddenly felt cold.

“W-what?”

He frantically looked around. What happened to the crowd, the light? Ortensia? Everyone was gone and he was left alone in the dark.

“Ortensia! Where are you?” His heart beat frantically as he ran, his legs taking him anywhere and nowhere.

The sound of a spotlight turning on startled him. He turned slowly around, fearing what he might find.

“Ortensia!”

She lay there in the light, still, lifeless, her back facing him. Without hesitation, he ran towards her, tears welling up in his eyes. He carefully lifted her light body, turning her face towards him. His hands shook, eyes wide in disbelief.

“O-ozzy? Ozzy please…Help me…It hurts…” Her soft voice, barely a whisper cracked, the words choking amidst the ink. Her once beautiful eyes had now been ripped of color, blinded by the ink ravaging every inch of her midnight fur.

“H-how…?”

She seized up in his arms, the pain more intense than ever, her screams filling his ears.

Why? This wasn’t supposed to happen! What about their hopes? Their dreams!?

Her tears mixed with the ink, her screams of anguish bleeding out in an awful chorus. He held her tightly, his own screams joining in.

“ORTENSIA!!!”

~~~~~~~~~

He woke up with a start, the sheets crumpling under him. His tired eyes surveyed the empty room, cold and dull. His hand, fur rough and unkempt rubbed his once again emotionless face.

It was just a dream.

Stupid.

The door creaked open and brightly, but quietly hopped in one of his many beautiful children. They crept close to the bed, their large eyes filled with youth staring up at his withered eyes.

“Papa? Uncle Goofy and I want to know if you’d like to come with us to go shopping?”

He stared blankly, the fright from earlier long since gone. He reached down and lifted the child up, a quick hug, stiff but filled with a pained love. He nodded solemnly. The words mocked his mind as he walked out the room with his child.

It’s your fault the dream died.

His emotionless face showed nothing of the demons he fed, his hand loosely holding the tender paw. Today was just another day without her. Sure he loved his children dearly, but without her, how could he ever smile again? His baby brother, friends, his own kids always tried to cheer him up, to make him smile even a little. But for everyone, even himself, it would never be.

That would just be another hopeless dream.

Morning Pleasure*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Reader wants to eat the breakfast Chris has cooked for her, but he has other plans. Blame your too sexy denim shorts!
Words Count: 1.7k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warning: Long detailed oral sex (female receiving).

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Freshly out of your morning shower, you finished adding the last touches to your light makeup after you had gotten dressed in your favorite denim shorts and a white cotton blouse.

Walking in the kitchen, you followed the smell of the pancakes and fresh fruits that Chris had cooked, accompanied by the exotic effluvia of hot coffee. You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend too busy to notice your presence as his back was turned to you, humming the slow melody of a song you both loved.

You walked up to him and folded your arms around his broad chest, wrapped by his Henley shirt, planting a longing and loving kiss at the back of his neck as he smiled widely.

“Hmm, what did I do so special for you to cook this morning?” You murmured.

“You came into my life,” Chris accompanied your mocking laugh and you moved your body to rest against the counter, standing next to him.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about our trip to Boston next week and…” you trailed off, noticing Chris’ baby blue gaze remaining locked on your frame. “What, you don’t like the outfit?“ You interrogated, checking out, yet he didn’t answer and kept looking at you.

His gaze was so ardent that you almost forgot how to breathe properly. Every time your man laid his eyes on you with such fierce, you felt the desire rising inside.

“Chris?”

Your boyfriend eventually looked up at your blown eyes, licking his full lips and you could see his pupils dilating slowly as he drank in the view from his orbs like he had been in the desert for long days of a burning hot summer.

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Best Friends Forever

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

*Requested smut, read carefully ;)

Imagine: You are angry because you ex seems to be really hitting it off since you two broke up. In order to help you through it, Klaus Mikaelson, your best friend, shows up in your place. There, he decides to come clean about his own feelings. After that, things get a bit hot in your room.

Word Count: 3043 

A light rain was pouring outside, matching your horrible mood. Today you had the misfortune of bumping into your ex boyfriend, Matt Donovan, and, to make things even worse, he looked like he could not be any happier, babbling about his growing success. Like you wanted to actually know that! Urgh! And that son of a bitch still felt in the right to comment about your life and fucking laugh about it. So what you had been going out and drinking more? It was none of his business.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the radio. Music helped a lot to discharge the anger and keep your emotions together. Right now, it was exactly what you needed. Luckily, your girl power song was on: Beyoncé’s hit Single Ladies. A smile fastly appeared, as you started to sing and dance along.

“Acting up, drink in my cup! I can’t care less what you think.” You swayed your hips to the tune and rolled your eyes, wishing you were telling him that. “I need no permission, did I mention?”

“I take you are in a good mood, Y/N.”

The singing stopped and strangled scream came out instead. It took a few seconds for you to realise who had barged into your room, invading your privacy. After the fear went off and Klaus was laughing out loud, you frowned, angry. 

“This is not funny. I could have had a heart attack.”

“You’re a banshee, I’m pretty sure you are able to predict your own death.” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m just kidding! I came back town yesterday and heard Matt was at Mystic Falls as well. Thought I’d come to see how you were doing.”

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study date | stiles stilinski

A/N: I’m back! School has been killing me, so I’m sorry for not posting anything lately but I have so many ideas and so little time to write. I’m still taking requests as well, so send them in! Hope ya’ll enjoy this. Love, J xx.

Prompt: Stiles asks you to come over to study and things get heated.

Word Count: 1,544

Warning: Smut, Smut, and more smut.

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We were supposed to celebrate

A/N: I wrote two fics for Dean’s birthday so it only felt right to write two for Sammy too. This fic just sorta had a mind of it’s own & escalated.

Sam x Daughter!Reader  Dean x Niece!Reader  Jody x Reader

“Hey Y/N.” Jody said from the kitchen where she was finishing up dinner, “Y/N, sweetheart. Come here.” The sound of your feet stampeding through the house caused a smile of break out on Jody’s face, she loved having you there. Now that Claire and Alex were out of the house she couldn’t help but feel lonely and having you in the house erased that pain.

“Yeah Auntie Jody?” You asked while wrapping your arms around her hip.

Jody wiped her hands on the towel before turning her attention to you, “I got a message from your dad, him and your uncle should be here really soon.” She told you while running her hands through your hair.

“Oh.” You replied in a quiet voice.

“This is a good thing Y/N/N, means you can celebrate your dad’s birthday with him like we planned.” Jody told you.

You shook your head, “No. Dad’s a meanie, I don’t wanna celebrate his birfday anymore.”

“Aw sweetie,” Jody said as she knelt down to your level, “Why don’t you wanna celebrate his birthday anymore? We made a cake and everything, we can make him a new one; and what about the big birthday banner you made him?” You pouted your lip as you once again shook your head. “What’s wrong? You were so excited to celebrate it with him.”

“He didn’t come back.” You responded in a sad voice, “He said he was gonna be here but he wasn’t. He’s never back when he says he will be but this time was special.”

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What It Means (Ethan)

Summary: You and Ethan are both Camp Counselors with a weird love-hate relationship going on.
Word Count: 3,496
Warnings: Lots of mentions of sex, sexual tension all around, sexual innuendos. Yeah.
A/N: I’ve tried to sooo hard to get my writing going, but work is sucking the energy out of me. I sincerely hope you like this imagine though! xx Also, sorry for any mistakes. I’m gonna edit this tomorrow!! xx


It was no secret that you and Ethan had a weird love-hate relationship. Some days you’d get along, and other days you’d fight like there was no tomorrow. You were both counselors at a Summer camp, this being the second year. You had met him last year and taken an immediate dislike to his cocky attitude and his confidence that he could get any girl to get on her knees for him. It pissed you off and you had wondered why the hell he had been hired in the first place. Some people would call it sexual tension, but you called it hate.

Some days, you would both get along but other days you were at each other’s throats. This was one of those days where he’d do everything in his power to annoy you, and you weren’t having it.

“Everyone pair up, grab a paddle boat and a vest. Please, stay safe and remember what we just went through.” You shouted over the sea of murmurs as the crowd dissipated to get their boats out.

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gone | yoongi

Originally posted by mvssmedia

genre: angst, fluff, college/university!au.

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 10.5k

description: you were young and foolish, he was not.

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playing games || theo raeken ft. scott mccall

description: in which you convince your boyfriend to let you play with an alpha

warnings: m/f/m threesome, slight daddy kink, overstimulation, biting, oral (male on female, female on male)

notes: just so y’all know, theo n scott are bi/pan as fuck in this and totally into each other. sceo is REAL.

“He’s pretty. I wanna play with him.”

Despite the deafening volume of the music, the sound of heartbeats and bodies clashing together, the noise of voices and clatter of overfilled shot glasses knocking against the bar, Theo caught the words you spoke. 

He was right beside you, arm slung loosely around your waist as you leaned against him, eyes scanning the crowd of sweaty bodies meshing together. Theo nuzzled your neck, still eyeing the sea of people. 

“Which one? Almost all of them are pretty.”

“You know which one. That pretty little Alpha over there. The only Alpha in the whole building, duh.”

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anonymous asked:

Headcannon where MC refuse to answer any phonecalls or talk to RFA+V+Saeran because she has toothache and don't want to tell them because she had been warned not to eat too much sweets by them. But the gang misunderstood, thinking that MC ignoring them or mad at them??

WELL, HERE’S AN ACTUAL POST =^=

I didn’t do Jaehee because I think she’d be really calm and understanding, and wait patiently until you eventually tell her—although she’d still be slightly nervous for the entire time until you revealed the truth. 

Same with V (especially V, he would probably just quietly blame himself until your toothache gets better so you can tell him…)

But here you go~!

–R.I.

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S’agapo

Summary [REQUEST]: Great! I wanted to request an AU where the reader has a family member in the hospital, and Bucky is a doctor there. And the reader is really depressed and scared (she also hates hospitals). She is at the hospital basically every day, and Bucky and her get close and then maybe some fluffy romance ignites? Thank you! And if you don’t like his AU then that’s okay. :)

Warnings: some angst, talk of suicide, extreme amounts of fluff

Word count: 4,7k - relax, get settled, have a cup of tea or a glass of wine. this is gonna be a fluff fest.

IT’S MY BIRTHDAYY!!! YAY! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

MASTERLIST | REQUEST | TAGLIST

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

The cold, pale walls of the hospital room where your sister laid disgusted you. You hated hospitals. They reminded you of death; the sanitized smell like someone just spent hours cleaning up a huge mess and the staff in their boring blue scrubs, you hated it all. You were soaking in a hot bath when your mother called you and told you to rush to the hospital – your sister had been in an accident. You live outside the city so it took you 45 agonizing minutes to enter the city and get to the hospital where you found your mother shaking, tears streaming down her face. A car accident, nobody’s fault, just terrible weather and driving over the speed limit, until she crashed. You didn’t want to be here but you definitely weren’t leaving your precious sister’s side. You didn’t know who needed you the most – her or your mother, who was a complete wreck.

You sat next to her bed, your head resting on your perched up knees, arms wrapped around them. Your mother had finally fallen asleep as she was now resting on the couch across the bed. You were fatigued yourself, your eyes constantly falling shut as you fought a tiresome battle. You were about to give in and rest for a bit when the door suddenly opened and in walked a man wearing a white lab coat. You shot up from your chair, taking a step towards the man to assess him. He had a kind face with an uncomfortable look on it. He was tall, almost towering over you. Chocolate colored hair, longer, tied in a neat bun and a few days worth of stubble. Your mother was woken by the commotion as she stood up as well and stood next to you.

’’Are you the doctor?’’ she asked. 

The man nodded and offered his hand. ’’I’m Doctor Barnes. How are you both feeling? Can I get you anything?’’ 

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First Impressions // Barry x Reader

Request: Can there be a smut for you being a new intern at the police department and Barry takes a liking to you, soon you become his assistant and you guys end up having sex all around his lab?

Warnings: I got secondhand butterflies just writing this tbh. Flirty!Barry and steamy smut oooh

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Avengers Preference ➣ Secret Relationship

Request: Could you do an avengers preference for having a secret relationship and how everyone finds out?? I’d love you forever! -Anonymous

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever done preferences, so I hope everyone likes them! You weren’t specific about who you wanted involved but if you’d like me to add anyone let me know! I’d love to get some more requests :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I write about nor do I own the gif(s) below. If you would like it removed/given credit please message me & I will do just that! Also this contains cursing so be prepared for that.

Bruce Banner-

You were sitting on a table in the lab, watching Bruce and Tony work on one of their newest projects. They had been bickering about the best way to approach the enhancements all day and you couldn’t help but smirk anytime Bruce one upped the other man. You also didn’t miss the proud grins he would flash in your direction when Tony focused back on the machinery. You picked up the book you had brought with you and decided to read while the two worked, quickly getting invested in the story. You had barely heard when Tony called it quits and left the lab with a quick goodnight. A pair of hands pluck the book from your grasp and placed it next to you on the table before softly spreading your legs so Bruce could stand between them and place hands on your waist. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you couldn’t help but smile at him. 

“And I thought he’d never leave.” You teased, brushing your nose against his which earned you a soft chuckle. The two of you had been keeping your relationship a secret for about two months, and you were both very careful to keep it going. 

Bruce reached between the two of you and removed his glasses, placing them atop your book and leaning in to place a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Neither did I.” He mumbled right before you turned your head and caught his lips with yours. His hands tightened on your waist ever so slightly as he returned your kiss, tilting his head so he was able to deepen it.

Your hands began to tangle in his hair, giving it a slight tug which earned a groan from him. You didn’t think the two of you could get any closer than you were in that moment. Feeling his tongue brush against your bottom lip you eagerly opened your mouth for him, loving the feeling of having him so close-

“Holy shit!” A voice echoed through the lab, causing the two of you to quickly break apart. Tony stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he glanced between you both. You tried your best to catch your breath, noticing Bruce doing the same as everyone waited for someone to speak. 

“Tony,” Bruce spoke up first. “I thought you went to bed.”

The man snorted at the comment, walking towards the table they were working on earlier. “Forgot my phone.” He said, picking the device up and wiggling it at you both. “Now I’m going to pretend I didn’t see any of this because quite frankly it’s too much to deal with at-” he glanced at his watch, “2 in the morning.” With that he stuffed his phone in his pocket and exited the lab for the second time.

Bucky Barnes-

Your back hit the mat with a loud smack, causing you to let out a groan in the process. It was late in the afternoon and you had been practicing with Natasha for the past hour. To your surprise you had been keeping up with her until you heard Bucky, Steve, and Sam walk into the training room. “You got distracted.” Nat commented, reaching a hand out to help you up. You gladly took it and jumped to your feet. 

“I know, I blame them.” You quipped, nodding your head towards the where the boys were now standing.

Bucky was the first to speak up, “it’s not our fault you can’t keep up with Nat.” A smirk was planted on his lips and you had to fight the urge close the space between the two of you. Before you got the chance to reply Steve brought up the idea of sparring, which everyone agreed to.

The five of you went back and forth between each other, Bucky making remarks every time you set foot on a mat with someone. You knew why he was doing it, he had to keep up appearances and he always tried to get under your skin before the two of you became more than just teammates, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. 

“Since you’ve got so much to say about her skills, you get in there with her.” Sam said after you and Steve finished. Before he got the chance to shrug it off he was being pushed in front of you by Natasha.

A slight smile graced his lips as he gave you a once over, but it quickly dropped from his face when he glanced over at the rest of the group. You both got into position and began sparring. It was clear that he was going easy on you the entire time. It wasn’t until about five minutes in that things began to get rough, you were too quick for him and he was too strong for you. The both of you were drenched in sweat as was the mat, which is why when you went to dodge the swing of his metal arm, your leg slipped in the wrong direction causing your face to meet his elbow.

The second after you made contact you hit the mat, blood instantly oozing from your mouth as you tried to understand what had happened. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You could clearly make out Bucky’s voice, blinking a few times you could also make out his face hovering about yours. “Y/N, Doll, I’m so sorry.” He grumbled, cupping your face in his hands. 

“I’m okay.” You grumbled, wiping the blood from your mouth with the back of your sleep before reaching up to touch his face. “Honestly, I’m fine.” 

Just as he was about to reply he was cut off by Steve, “huh if I didn’t know any better I’d say you two were in love.” There was a sound of thud, which you knew was Natasha hitting him. “What- ohhh.” He said, causing both you and Bucky to laugh.

Tony Stark-

Music was echoing throughout Stark Tower as you danced around the kitchen with multiple ingredients in your hands. The Avengers had left early that morning for a mission located somewhere you had already forgotten the location of, which meant you were alone in the building, with the exception of F.R.I.D.A.Y. of course. The only way you could keep yourself for worrying was to listen to music while cooking dinner, with the mission tonight involving the entire team you needed to be extra distracted.

You hadn’t even heard the door open as a very grumpy and exhausted billionaire made his way into the loft half of his building. Even in the state he was in Tony couldn’t help but smile as he watched you dance around the kitchen. “Honey, I’m home.” He announced in an over dramatic voice, causing you to drop the plate in your hands to the ground. 

“Crap, Tony.” You whispered trying your best to step over the broken glass and hissing when a sharp piece came in contact with your foot. The second he heard you express pain he was walking across the glass, his shoes crunching it as he lifted you up and walked towards the couch, sitting you down softly. “I’m fine.” You said, flashing him a smile, but he had already went to get the first aid kit. 

Once he came back he picked up your foot and placed it on the coffee table before he started patching you up. “How was the mission?” You asked, leaning on your elbows so you could be closer to him. 

“Fine.” He said with a shrug, “the rest of the team stayed to help S.H.I.E.L.D. sort things out.” He placed a band-aid over your wound before standing up and taking a seat beside you on the couch. “I just wanted to get home in time to see you.”

You had to fight the urge to smile as you curled into his side. The two of you had decided it was best to keep your relationship a secret from everyone, Tony didn’t want to drag you into the chaos and you didn’t want to be interrogated by Fury since the first thing he had said before putting you on Avengers duty was to be professional.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders and he leaned back to get a better look at your face, “don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re an awful cook.” The second the words left his lips you opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly cut you off with a kiss. You melted into his lips, your hands fisting his shirt as you tried to move closer to him.

“Well excuse us.” The familiar voice of Bruce Banner came from behind the couch, causing both you and Tony to break apart. Looking behind you the entire team was staring at the two of you with smirks on their face.

Natasha Romanoff-

The reason behind all of the secrecy was simple: Natasha wanted to keep you safe. While she trusted the team with her life, she definitely didn’t trust anyone with yours. Overall she was glad the two of you got to spend time together, since Fury had decided to assign you to the Avengers base in order to give missions and keep them all in check. 

It had been two weeks since you’d seen Nat. She’d left with Clint to complete a mission that not even you were permitted to know of. You were curled up in bed, watching TV, drifting in and out of sleep in the process. You hadn’t even heard you window slide open, but you noticed the figure clad in black and immediately knew who it was.

“Oh my gosh.” You mumbled, throwing the blankets off of you and rushing over to throw your arms around her in a hug. She let out a soft hum and wrapped her own arms around you. Without giving her a chance to speak you quickly pressed your lips to hers. Natasha eagerly kissed back, tangling her hands in your hair as she began backing you up towards the bed.

The two of you fell back onto the mattress, letting out a laugh before connecting your lips together for another kiss. “I thought you were going to be gone for another week?” You mumbled after breaking the kiss.

“We got done early and I needed to see you.” She said coolly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before leaning back so she could examine your face. For the first time in her life Natasha had something that she was excited to come home to, hell, for the first time in her life she had a home. 

She connected your lips in a kiss yet again, but it was cut off by the sound of the door flying open and hitting the wall. “What the hell?” You yelled, snapping your head to the side to see both Tony and Steve bursting into the room.

“We-um..” Steve began, looking between the two of you and Tony who seemed to be at a loss for words as well.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed me that there was an intruder.” Tony pipped up after several moments of silence. 

Finally having enough of the two gawking at the two of you, Natasha growled at the two of them, “clearly it’s being handled. You can leave.” You had to stop yourself from laughing as the two quickly shut the door and hurried away from your room. “Where were we?” She asked, turning her attention back to you.

Steve Rogers-

The mission had gone bad very quickly. In the beginning the team was doing great, kicking the ass of everyone of the guys that they were targeting, that was until they pulled out the bombs. Everyone was separated in an instant, the only form of communication being the headpieces. A gasp left your lips as you took off into the woods, three men on your trail. “Y/N, are you there?” The usually calm voice of Steve Rogers seemed almost panicked as it rang in your ear.

“I’m fine!” You said quickly, pulling a knife from your boot and slinging it at one of the men behind you. You never missed a target so without surprise the blade lodged into the mans chest.. “I’ve got two behind me, but I can handle it.”

Just as you were about take out the last two men there was a soft click under your boot, causing your eyes to go wide. The second you took your next step there was an ear splitting boom and you felt yourself being flung through the air, only stopping when you made contact with a tree. All you saw was black and while you could hear the yelling coming from your ear piece you couldn’t seem to make out the words being side.

You couldn’t be sure how long you were laying there before the sound of branches being crushed and moved reached your ears. Two small hands wrapped around your body and lifted you to your feet, you could make out what you assumed to be Wanda’s voice, and tried to peel your eyes open to be sure.

Sure enough the young woman to your side was your friend and you let out a relieved sigh before taking in your surroundings. You clearly stepped on a mine. “She’s okay, I’ve got her.” Wanda said, slowly sitting you down on one of the fallen trees. The bodies of the men the team had been fighting were scattered around the snow and you fought the urge to make a joke about you had saved everyone.

“Y/N!” You glanced over and saw Steve rushing down the snowy hill, tossing his shield to the ground before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up off the ground. His hug was almost bone crushing, but you didn’t mind as you quickly hugged him back. After he released you you began to speak, but were quickly cut off by him crashing his lips against yours.

You didn’t pull away until you heard someone clear their throats and you cursed under your breath. The two of you had done very well at keeping your relationship under the radar up until this moment. “Would you like us to give you some space?” Clint asked, a smirk planted on his face.

“Shut up.” You and Steve grumbled before breaking your embrace and heading back to the quinjet.

An Audio Book Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Author’s Note: I have be in the surge of writing fan-fictions now because of the love you leave at my first Zach x reader fic. Oh my god! I’m so happy that I’m going to shred tears now. Anyways, new piece, I enjoyed writing it so I hope you do when you read it. Any form of feedback and REQUESTS are appreciated.

Word Count: 1165


Zach’s Point of View

 I rushed immediately at her room since her mother allowed me to do so. Mrs. Y/L/N trusted me so much that I couldn’t do anything to break that.

I tiptoed towards her room to surprise her. I did bring some of her favorite chocolates and gummy worms. When I hear a man’s voice over her room

“I know it’s wrong, but … but I can’t do this without you. You need to trust me that this is going worth it and it will be our secret. No one will find out. Trust me. I love you.”

What. The. Hell.

I immediately found my way back towards their living room and waved Mrs. Y/L/N goodbye.

“Wait, darling you just went upstairs and your leaving?” Y/N’s mom blurted out.

“I have to go, since my parents will be late at work and my sister is alone … at the house and they just texted me like right now.” I made my explanation to her, I don’t want to tell her what I’ve heard, I can’t even believe what I’ve heard.

“Okay. –“ she replies.

“Uhm .. please don’t tell Y/N that I dropped by, Mrs. Y/L/N?” I smiled at her.

“Yeah, sure darling, take care.” She said as I found my way to the door.


Y/N’s Point of View

“Mom?” you called.

“Yes?” she replied.

“I think, I’ve heard Zach’s voice?” you inquired.

“No, honey, Zachary was not here.” She answered.

Then I made myself settle in my bed, “You and I tonight, I will not sleep to finish you.” You pressed play.


Mornings are hard for you especially when something preoccupied you last night. You can smell in the kitchen the perfect harmony of bacons and pancakes. You smiled as soon as you saw your mother in the counter.

“Hey, morning.” You greeted her.

“Glad you’re up, sunshine.” Your mom responded.

“Yes, because I don’t have the chance to choose whether to lay back in my bed and school.” She giggled in my sentiment.

You’re glancing at my phone, Zach haven’t dropped any messages since last night. It made you wonder what was wrong or what you made wrong.

You decided to text him first.

You: Good morning, Z. Is there any chance that you’re going to fetch the princess?

You smiled as you sent the message. Five minutes later no response.

You: Did you broke your phone? Or happen to lost it? Anyways, I’ll be riding with Tony on the way to school. You immediately sent it.

You: Something wrong Zachary? You didn’t even bother to pick up my calls and responded to my messages. I’m worried.

You inhaled and exhaled as you make your way to Tony’s Mustang passenger side. You peeked at him through the window.

“Hey, thank you for letting me be your shotgun today, T.” you smiled as you seated in his car.

“No, it’s an honor, my lady.” He replies.

“No, the pleasure is mine.” I argued.

“No, it’s mine.” He laughed and started his car.

You reached Liberty High and waved goodbye to Tony. Made your way to your locker and spotted Zach and his friends.

“When did you lost your girl, Zachary?” Marcus commented.

“Yeah, like she’s a lost one in the hallways.” Monty added.

“When was the last time I didn’t see you together?” Justin thought.

“Then, let me walk you to your class Y/N.” Bryce suggested it as he lands his arms around your shoulders.

“Fuck off, Bryce.” As you pushed him away.

You decided to meet Zach’s face and for goodness sake he didn’t even bother to comment on what his jock friends did. His arms are folded in his chest and is eyes met mine. Something was totally wrong.


Peer Communications, your second period for today and happened that the teachers are having their monthly meeting. So … Free time as they say it. Cuddle time as what couples referred it. Study time for nerds. But, I’m so pleased that I shared this subject with Zach.

He was occupying the last table, lost in his thought was the only words you can use to describe what his expression right now is. You made your way to his table and grabbed and chair to sit in front of him. You pursed your lips as you stare at him. He neglected the fact that he is aware of your existence. You settled your elbow and cup your left cheek as you spoke.

“Are we under lover’s quarrel?” you asked as you bit your pinky finger.

His eyes met yours and you smiled. “I think so. Yes.” He answered.

“Under what circumstances?” you inquire

He looked at you like his stare is worth a million of dagger. “Of you cheating on me.” He answered.

Your jaw dropped in his accusations, “Wait, what Zachary?”

“Of you cheating on me.” he repeated, “do I need to say it again?”

“When and how?”

“Oh, don’t play me with your innocence Y/N.” he said not breaking the eyes connection between the two of you,

“I don’t.” you reacted.

“Last night, I was in your house,” he spoke, “I made my way to your room, to surprise you,” he admitted and shrugs, “then I heard this man’s voice telling you things like, I know it’s wrong but I love you trust me, it’s going to be a secret trust me stuffs like that.” He finished unleashing his thought.

Upon hearing those words all you did was to laugh.

“And your laughing, Y/N what did I ever done that made you do things like this to me,” he whispered.

“Wait. Are you jealous?” was the only words that left our mouth and continued to giggle.

“For fuck’s sake, you think I’m jealous? I’m mad, okay. I’m mad.” He admitted as his anger is visible and it made you stop from laughing.

“No, you’ve never done anything wrong, except for not texting me for about 12 hours? And for not confronting me about this babe, you know I can explain things to you.” You said sweetly as you held his hands.

“I was just,” you stare at him, “listening to an audio book last night and the line you just said was there and the man’s voice you’ve heard is the narrators’ voice.” You utter.

He just raised his eyebrows and in that moment you knew he doesn’t buy your explanation.

“Okay here,” you grab your book, “turn to page 278 that paragraph with sticky tab, that’s the part.” You point at him as he found the page, “and listen to this.” You stand up and placed the earphones in his ears and pressed play.

“See?” you smiled at me. “No cheating, I was made for you Zach.” As he removed the earphones.

“Fuck!” he swear, “I did accuse you cheating on me with this damn I don’t know what the hell is that.” He said.

“An audio book.” You answered him.

“Yeah, audio book and I didn’t have enough sleep because of that.”

Constellations

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Originally posted by thetaronblog

“the constellations

of stars

                   s c a t t e r e d

across his

back

is the

map

that guides me

home

each time

i find myself

lost.”

                -you are my home


a/n; this is just pure fluff because eggsy unwin is such an unbelievably soft boy and i’ve loved him for the longest time!! so pls read and give me feedback & criticism & validation bc this my first time writing for him. enjoy!!

tags; @mvximoff @paperclipmac @alexsunmners @rax-writes (if u love eggsy and wanna be tagged hmu!)

also on ao3


His skin is like silk, you think to yourself, as your hand dances across the length of his spine. It’s so soft.

You’re not sure what time it is because at a time like this, when you were sure you both were going to die in a mission gone sideways, the only thing that matters is him and you and that you’re both alive and okay, and that you get one more chance to be together when you swore there might’ve been a chance that one of you could’ve been six feet under by now.

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Simple Man (Part 4)

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Summary: The truth comes to light when reader has to call Dean for help…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, brief violence

A/N: This was a fun and quick series that I hope you enjoyed as much as I did!…


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Audiophile [m]

smut // Citrus134 (kyungsoo), is a poster of audio porn and you are a listener of said audio porn.

The next part: Enunciate 

Most people like watching porn, they like seeing skin, the sweat, the bodies moving together. But other people, well you, you like hearing porn. You’d discovered the niche little subsection by accident but, had it been the best accident of your life? Fuck yeah. There was just something about hearing someone’s voice breathing down your ear through your earphones. Being able to catch each whimper and each groan. It made shiver.

It was a tepid Sunday afternoon, you’d gotten home from running errands and the house was empty. Your roommate had left a note saying that they’d be gone for two days. You thanked whatever forces there were in the universe and strode straight into your bedroom.

You’d tore away from your clothes and were nestled in your bed. Your earphones were plugged into your ears as you typed his name into the search bar. Citrus134.

Citrus134, was a guy, mid to late twenties and his voice could simply be described as being honey. Not that commercial stuff, the organic kind.  Hearing him once made you want to listen more and more. It had gotten to the point into which you’d become an addict of sorts, you’d often found yourself waiting in desperation for his next post.    

“Hey, it’s Citrus here. I hope you’ve all missed me, I’ve missed you all too!” He started off. “Before we start, I just wanna say that I might not upload next week,  believe it or not, I’m moving out of my shoddy apartment so there’s that!”

“Ok, so you’ve read the title, and I know it’s not a sexy scenario but I think you guys will enjoy it either way,” he continued. “So today it’ll just be and my hand, well as always.”

“So, I’m gonna start off slow,” he said, popping off the cap on the bottle of lube. “I’m just gonna tease the tip of my cock, just nice and slow.”

You can almost picture it in your head. Citrus sat in his chair, head tipped back and Adam’s apple bobbing as his hand slides over his cock.

He sighed softly, “I’m just moving my hand up and down, can you hear that babe?” thanks to the lube, you could hear everything. The wet up and down movements. It was one of your favourite parts. “I’m just thinking off you, thinking about what you’re doing…thinking about how you feel when you hear my voice.”

How did you feel? Your heart was racing, and you could feel the throb between your legs growing in intensity.

“Ahh…fuck,” You could hear him quickening his pace. “God, this feels so..good.”

The heat in your stomach began flourishing as his guttural groans rang through your earphones.

“I want to come so bad,” he said between heavy bated breath. “I just want your throbbing pussy on my dick. I want to hear you moan, whine or whatever you want, baby…fuck.”

RING…RING

You bolted straight up and flung your earphones out from your ears. Was your roommate back…already? But why would she have run the door? Groaning, you shuffled out of your bed and towards the door. You peeked through the peephole, to be sure of course. You were more than surprised to find a guy stood outside your door, scratching the back of his neck.

Curious as ever, you typed your house code and with a click, the door was unlocked.

“Uh, hi, I’m Kyungsoo…your new neighbour,” he said.

You unconsciously touched your ear thinking for just one moment you hadn’t taken your earphones out. He sounded just like Citrus, the same tone and depth.

“Oh, um… I didn’t know there was a person moving in,” You said. “Sorry, what is your name again?”

He chuckled and now you were certain. “It’s Kyungsoo.”


A/N

Thanks for reading the fanfic I wrote about my own fetish…yeah, that’s me! Side note, I think the world needs to appreciate audio porn more.

The next part: Enunciate

4. Masturbation

Let the Punishment Fit the Crime

Word Count: 1,722
A/N: For prompt 4: masturbation, I thought how often Bucky would be stuck listening to Tony and Steve butt heads at a meeting. When I pictured him running late and missing an anniversary dinner with the reader, I thought, “Now what would be a good punishment?” And well, that was the inspiration here… Lol. Do I even need to say it? Smut.
Written by: @dragonsrequiem

Originally posted by lovetheworldlife

His first clue as to how much trouble he was in for missing your anniversary was when you told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Aw, but doll… Steve and Tony kept bickering over the best protocol on the upcoming mission!”

“Bucky, how old are you?” You asked in an arch tone, and his bottom lip went out in a little sulk. “Physically or in actual years?” He tried, hoping to hit your sympathetic side and get a little reprieve.

“Pick one.”

Oh shit, yup. He was in trouble. He began to approach you with his hands up in an apologetic gesture, but you poked that broad, sexy chest of his and pushed him back towards the chair you kept in the corner for reading. He knew he could easily grab the hand and kiss you until you forgot just how mad you were, but he also knew that sometimes it was best to just admit it when he messed up. And since he had missed your much planned and anticipated anniversary dinner by 9 hours without a call, he would be an idiot to think he hadn’t messed up.

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There goes my life

A/N: I heard the song There goes my life by Kenny Chesney & got smacked with feels about a Dean x daughter!reader. It’s an AU. Enjoy.

Listen to it here

 Dean x Daughter!Reader

Seventeen year old Dean stared at his girlfriend Lily, not wanting to believe what she just told him. They were the stereotypical high school couple; he was the captain of the football team, she was the head cheerleader. They were the homecoming king and queen, the high school sweethearts of their class, but they knew once school ended Dean would be headed to California and Lily would be going to New York.

They both had dreams bigger then Lawrence, Kansas.

However it seemed like it all might be crashing down on them.

“Say it again.” Dean stated as tears of fear began to flood his eyes.

“Dean, you heard me.” Lily said as her own tears began to fill her eyes, she was worried how Dean would take the news. She was already terrified herself and was scared of how Dean would react.

“Lil’-just say it again.” Dean responded.

“I’m pregnant.”

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A Ticket To The Sun, 1.

Part: One • Part: Two • Part: Three (Finale)

Genre | Dystopia AU.

Pairing | Min Yoongi / Reader.

Words | 14,859 words.

Conspectus | Overpopulation of the planet leads to the unethical method of culling thousands of people once every month through a customary enlistment ballot. In such a world where your future is determined by your name on a piece of paper, life becomes much easier when you choose to be desensitised of emotions such as love and affection. But such an ideal flips completely upside down when you punch a kid called Min Yoongi in the face.

Warnings | Pining. Many references to weapons in a metaphorical sense. Mild disassociation. Sexual content. Strong angst. Death.

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