at least he had time to go shopping

— aquiver | 03 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing— min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings— mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language, some type of fluff
words— 10,909

:: summary— Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

note— inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

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customer satisfaction

Originally posted by shitohsehun

woozi x reader smut

20,480 words

a/n: my first woozi fic, my first seventeen fic, my first kpop fic. this was supposed to be something really simple and silly, but my dumb ass had to go and add a bunch of sadness and backstory to it, as always. as you can see, it got dramatically out of hand. i’m so sorry, i hope someone likes it

~ in which you haven’t gotten off in like six months, and lee jihoon is the pleasure specialist, himself. (he’s also a little bit more than that.)


     “I promise you, you won’t regret this,” Wendy reassured you, but they were words she always said right before she convinced you to do something that you definitely would regret. She’d used them very often over the past year, during which she’d somehow persuaded you into going on roughly thirty blind dates that she’d set up in her desperate attempts to get you “back out there.” You knew her heart was in the right place, but every single date had been a disaster. 

     The problem was that if she knew a guy who wasn’t already taken, there was a reason for it. The first set-up been with a guy named Jinho who still lived with his ex-girlfriend (in a one bedroom apartment) and adamantly refused to wear deodorant; one guy, Jinwoo, told you he had recently quit his job and moved back in with his parents because he hadn’t had enough time to play League; you’d tried so hard to will yourself to forget the second to last guy, but how could you forget the name (Daehyun) of someone who sat down across from you and proceeded to ignore you for the whole two hours it took him to eat a salad, baked potato, and two steaks before “suddenly realizing” he forgot his wallet, telling you he didn’t think you were his type, and leaving you to foot the bill.

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The Older Man *smut*- Thomas Shelby

Request// Can you do a imagine of Tommy where the reader is younger than him? @yomairagotpb

Request// Would you consider doing a Tommy Shelby imagine where the reader is quite a bit younger than Tommy and a family friend that helps with the business killing. The reader doesn’t date or anything until Tommy finally professes his feelings and takes her virginity A bit rough Dirty smut pretty please

*You asked for smut and I’m about to hella deliver. Cover your eyes if you can’t handle dirty words! In all honesty, it’s my best attempt after a week of contemplation. Someone please teach me the secret to writing good smut!! I’m going to try to put out at least one more work before Friday because I’m getting my wisdom teeth taken out and no one would want to read anything I right then haha. xoxox*

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Same time every week. Like clockwork. Tommy knew to have your pay ready and on his desk by noon every Wednesday so you could pick it up before going to the market. This had been ‘the usual’ for years, and it seemed you had fooled Thomas into even enjoying your momentary visits. Of course, all the men in the shop had if he were to be honest. There was only one notion that had kept him from lashing out passively in a jealous pique or even pursuing you further when he realized just how enamored he’d become with you: you were younger buy some extent, nearby 10 years.

It didn’t help that your family was one of very little the Shelbys could call friends because if a rendezvous were to come about, all secrets would come to light in the eyes of your mother and father. In truth, your position in the company was no longer what it used to be, though they didn’t need to know that. Your father had served in the war, and while he would never be able to walk again, you thanked the Lord everyday that he even came home, consumed at the time on how his older age than most boys he fought with would not excuse him from enemy fire. Your mother had worked in a factory while your dad was away, but to make ends meet, you took up a position at Shelby Company Ltd. the woman you knew as you own aunt Polly had offered you while her nephews were on the battlefront. When the war had ended and the boys had come home, you were sure you would be unemployed. In truth it had been a surprise to all how useful and imperative you became. The only catch was that you duties became more than just helping keep the books like when you were 14. Tommy had gotten you in on exporting malt whiskey to the United States and even ending a couple of the sad lives of those who fucked over the Peaky Blinders. Not that you would say so, but you liked to think of yourself as the first ‘peaky boy.’ Now you were a lone wolf, only ever stopping in when you were called and for your pay as well as weekly updates.

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i’m very sorry to have to do this again. i wouldn’t if i had any other options right now. but i don’t. so here we are.


for the past… little over a month i think, we haven’t been able to use our only car. my mom and i were driving home one day and it just suddenly started leaking coolant.


my sister was able to get a friend to diagnose the problem but unfortunately, was unable to fix it. so i called around and was able to find a guy who was willing to do it for about four hundred dollars. and that’s the very cheapest one i could find. we’re able to pay part of it but we can’t do all of it. that just isn’t possible for us.


my dad told us he’d send us some money but just like every other time in my life when we needed him to step up and be there for his family, he completely failed to do so.


so here we are. without the car, we’re competely stuck. we can’t make any progress in trying to get back on our feet. no job interviews. no working. we can’t even go grocery shopping. at least when we had the house there was stuff within walking distance. but not here.


if you have anything to spare and are feeling generous, then i would deeply appreciate it. if you don’t then believe me, i understand completely. don’t feel like you need to apologize to me or anything.


paypal.me/tristanmason

Skid on my lawn and harass my family? Hope your job security is good.

Bit of background: (long story, tl;dr at the end)

I have known the people that committed these actions for quite a while. Some of them were good friends, some I had no beef with at all. Then they went rogue for no apparent reason.

Anyway, this happened a month ago and it progressed ever since. My family and I live in a rather quiet neighbour hood and like to mind our business. There are a few selfish individuals who live in my town who enjoy to harass people, do drugs and generally get up to no good. The main ringleader is a person I went to school with, he left a few years ago to go to a military school for whatever reason I wouldn’t know. Let’s call him degenerate.

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I Will Take Care Of You

Summary: Like I say ti @amrita31199 this is one where Steve gets a massage and his dick sucked. 

Words: 2647

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: smut (oral and penetrative sex) and loats of fuffly

You wake up alone in bed, again it’s the third time this has happened this week.

Steve came back from a mission a few days ago, he was tired and needed a rest but nobody was allowing him to do so. Between mission reports to fill in, training and meetings he didn’t have much time for himself.

You hated that he didn’t take this time to process things, that his idea of self-care was to run a marathon and destroy punching bags. You hated that he barely slept or ate in this last few days because he doesn’t consider it a priority. You just want him to be happy.

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💙 Birthday Special. 💙

Birthdays were always a strange thing to Lance. Not that he didn’t understand them, he totally did. But more so, the feelings a simple day could provoke.

Lance came from a large family, that was for sure. And with that, came parties.

His racial culture brought those anyway.

And, as the baby of the family, he had always had some pretty fantastic birthdays as a kid.

Though when he got older, that changed.
Little kids expect birthdays, so parents throw them together and make the kid feel special.

When you grow up, you have to learn that you’re not that special. At least that was how Lance saw it.

Having so many brothers and sisters, birthdays were close together and it got to the point where they weren’t as extravagant because it couldn’t be afforded.

By the time July rolled around, many things were happening that often led to Lances birthday being overlooked as a teenager.

College funds, school shopping, all of the things that would be happening days after Lance had his special day.

In time it just stopped being special.

Would he get a present?
Sure, he didn’t really need anything but come on, everyone is going to think about receiving a gift on their big day.

Would he get a Happy Birthday?
Would anyone remember?

Did anyone care enough to listen if he mentioned what day it was?

Most birthdays, Lance wanted to just stay quiet and see how many people would acknowledge the day. Or how many wouldn’t, would be most likely.

Birthdays soon just became regular days for him throughout the years. Sure, maybe he would get a book and a happy birthday from online friends, but nothing big or fun.

Sometimes he’d get to choose dinner.
But like was mentioned, it became just another day for him.

Sometimes he was hopeful, maybe this birthday would be different. He’d have a party again or maybe Hunk would bake him something.

Hell, even just family bonding.
But it was just a wish.

Lances birthday just wasn’t that important.

Not anymore.

So when his birthday rolled around during their first year up in space, he didn’t say a word.

He didn’t even go on Keith about how now he was older, and rub it in his rivals face.

No, that morning Lance woke up as if it were any other day. Pulled on his clothes, his favorite jacket, brushed his teeth, put on some makeup, and within the next hour was out of his room headed for breakfast.

The blue paladin didn’t notice little mice scurrying into vents, rolls of confetti in their jaws.

“Good morning.” Lance chimed as he entered the dining area, making sure he wasn’t looking around at his friends as he casually went to grab a plate of goo.

In the back of his head, he wondered if anyone knew. It couldn’t be helped.

At the front of his skull, desperately clinging the rest, he knew today was just another day.

It sent a vague pain through his chest but he chose to ignore it. Just another day.

“Good morning, buddy! How is the main man?” Hunk piped up in a cheerful tone.

Lance shrugged, walking to the counter for a fork, not looking up. “Oh, you know, feeling as perfect and charming as ever.”

The dry chuckle that passed the boys lips was unnerving, and the Paladins exchanged glances.

“Lance.”

“Hm?” He rose a brow, not looking up as he dug for the utensil.

“Lance.”

“Yeah?”

“Lance.”

Finally the boy looked up, “I hear you, what do— you…” His breath flowed out of him in a harsh exhale.

Oh my gosh.

At the table his friends stood, holding a ‘cake’ and smiling fondly, if not a little worriedly.

In front of them, were a few haphazardly wrapped presents, which were in all honesty wrapped in toilet paper.

The cake was blue, shaped like an ‘L’ for Lance which they assumed was only fitting for someone obsessed with himself.

Lance didn’t let it get to his head, even though the situation was obvious and his face was bright ass red.

Keep it cool. It’s just another day.

Lance looked up at Hunk, taking his surprise and making it something fake. “Oh shit, whose birthday is it?”

The synchronization of furrowed eyebrows was something uncanny; Lance would have laughed.

Shiro spoke up, softly. “It’s your birthday.”

Pidge tilted her head, “July 28th, right?”

Hunk looked nervous for a moment, leaning to Keith and undoubtedly whispering, “We didn’t get the day wrong, did we?”

They hadn’t.
Of course they hadn’t.

Lance took a good look around.
The room was decorated completely, streamers and confetti and even a banner.

Blue lights glittered for Lance.

They had remembered.
They cared and they were having a party.

Lance blinked, then tried to stay cool and shrugged, suddenly way too emotions rushing at once. “Oh, I know. I just didn't…think anyone would care, no one usually does.”

Way to keep it cool.

Suddenly he was rushed with hugs, a swarm of love and caring bodies pressed to his and strong arms around him.

Lance teared up, something he’d been holding back. He chuckled, “Uh, guys?”

“It’s your birthday! Of course we would care!” Pidge exclaimed, squeezing Lances waist tighter in a hug.

“You’re my best friend, how could I forget?” Hunk said next, ruffling Lances hair.

It was happy tears and sniffles after that, and of course celebration and loud.

Birthdays were always a strange thing to Lance, and forever would be. And ironic.

How?

They were just as unexpected as the day each person decides to be born. Sure, you always know it’s gonna happen, but you are still surprised.

Lance was surprised today.

His space family had not only remembered his birthday, no. That wasn’t initially had Lance so riled up.

It was that they had remembered and acknowledged and embraced it. That was more than he’d gotten in years.

He felt special today.
He felt loved.

If only he knew, what was waiting for him behind the fourth wall, and how much love he was worth.

Happy birthday, Lance.

{PART 11} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook opens up to you more about his family - while keeping your attention off the elephant in the room. However, the rosy feeling doesn’t last long when Jungkook drops you home to your apartment.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1}// {Part 10} {Part 11} {Part 12}

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The Great Mall adventure -Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader

Love the mall idea :-), and because I thought it might be redundant to write another story about shopping things, I joined two requests together, the mall thing, and @dannysanime​‘s request. Again, I feel like it’s “meh”, like I could write better…it’s really one of those months you know, Hope you guys will still like it

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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-Dick, I swear to the gods, if you do not make up your mind right now, we’re leaving you here. You’ll have to sleep in beds from Ikea, and rely on people’s charity to eat every day. We’ll come visit you sometimes though. 

Your husband laughed at your words, but immediately glared at some paparazzi taking pictures from a corner. Those people always thought they were so damn sneaky, while flashing you right in the face with their cameras. Idiots. Under the famous “bat-glare” (or “Wayne-glare” for that matter), the two paparazzis slowly backed away, but Bruce knew they’d come back. 

-But moooom ! How can I choose so fast ? I don’t know if I like the blue suit or the black suit, or the white and black, or the…

-So fast ? We’ve been here for three hours Dick ! 

-Mom, buying a suit is serious business, you can’t expect me to choose one in less than…five hours ! 

-Let’s just buy them all then ! So we’re finally done with it. I’m hungry. You know I get mean when I’m hungry boy. Especially in my current condition !!

Bruce smiled at you, and wrapped an arm around your waist, his free hand resting lightly on your swollen belly, and laid a kiss on your forehead. You calmed down a bit, but your other sons looked at Dick, a slight panic in their eyes. You were kinda mean when hungry normally, but now that you were pregnant and had to eat for two…they weren’t up for your constant sarcasms right now. Your oldest kid got the message, taking all of the suits he pre-selected in his arms. He stopped in front of his father, and Bruce slipped his debit card in his mouth (since his arms were full you know). 

-Heeeere we go, now come on every body, let’s go let’s go let’s go !

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Originally posted by marveltho

Steve x Young!Reader / Avengers x Young!Reader


Alarms blared through the Avengers building, Tony was the first to react, by simply giving n accusing glare to the figure that had dived behind the huge statue just outside the living room.

“This is the tenth time in the last two weeks you’ve broken in here, I’m pretty sure you’re living in the basement.” Tony smirked when you popped out from the hiding place.

“You put in new alarms.” You grumbled which made him laugh.

“Well every time you break in we fix the spot where you get through.” Tony explained.

“Hey (Y/N), how’d you get in this time?” Natasha asked curiously, tossing you a gadget which you immediately dropped to sit on the floor and inspect.

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Something’s Brewing

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

A/N: Ahhhhh!!!!! It’s my first fic/imagine whatever you want to call it!! I;m so so so excited to post this and I could not have done it without the help of my lovely friends Em ( @spideyparkerimagines), Bee ( @teatimewrites) I would not have been able to do it without you two!! And thank you so much to @holy-smoaks96 for the title! Please please please send in feed back on this because it’s my first time writing for a character(s) that aren’t my own!!

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader 

Word count: 2159

Tips: Bold and Italic are from Y/N, just italic are from Peter!



Peter Parker was running late to school, again. With the late night he had last night, Spiderman duties, hanging out with Ned, cooking and having dinner with May, and doing all his homework, he slept straight through his first 2 alarms.

When the brunette haired boy finally wakes up, he starts running around his room looking for his jeans, shirt and sweatshirt, and shoes. And his backpack.

“Shit!” Peter looks out into the alley outside his apartment window where he thought he left his backpack last night. “Another backpack lost. May’s gonna kill me.”

Peter shakes his head and walks into the kitchen to tell May goodbye and hurry off to school.

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Night Shifts. [Smut]

A/N; I am so sorry that this took me ten million years to write. This wouldn’t have been possible without the bad influences in my life! ( @we-are-like-a-timebomb ,  @writing-obrien . @dumbass-stilinski and the wonderful @mandylove1000 <3 ) Enjoy! xoxo 

Pairing: StuartxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 5,716

Listen to this.

Originally posted by never-ever-stop-for-anyone

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All For Me

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: I feel blessed to write this

Prompt: “P-possibly a smutty RaphxChubby!Reader who’s wearing lingerie for the first time, please? >//////<” @badchubbybunny

Word count: 1352

Warnings: SMUT

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


“C’mon! You should at least try it on!” Going to Victoria’s Secret with your best friend on a Saturday morning wasn’t what you had in mind. Especially since she basically pushed you into a changing room with arms full of lacy and scandalous pieces that you wouldn’t think of trying on. Eyeing the skinny shop assistants, you looked at your best friend through the curtains with a bright red face.

“Dude, I can’t do this! He never even asked!” Although she didn’t know the turtles, she knew of one’s name: Raphael, your long-term boyfriend. Although bitter that she’d never met him since you’d gotten together a year ago, she was happy for you, and happy you were finally getting some action. And because of that reason, she’d do anything to hear the dirty details of your late night rendezvous. She was your best friend after all.

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I’m doing this for you // Shawn Mendes

Request: Today’s imagine is brought to you by 

Request #1 - Can you do one where Shawn is 19 and y/n is 16 years old and they’re hanging out on Shawn’s new condo and Shawn haven’t told the fans that they’re together so they kind of talk about that which leads into a fight but in the end they make up?

and request #2 -  I was wondering if I could request one where there is HELLA angst but then they make up?? 


“Do you know what happened yesterday?” I ask, twisting my head to the side to look up at Shawn. He meets my gaze, his cheeks a rosy color. 

“What happened?” His voice is deep and gravelly. 

“So I was at the shopping center and I was just walking through Target when these two girls come over to me.” I sound excited even to my own ears.

“Yeah,” He’s grinning fully now, my excitement contagious. I found whenever I was happy around Shawn, he would mirror my happiness.

“They were like, oh my gosh! Do you know Shawn Mendes? and I was all like yeah definitely.” I laugh, remembering their wide eyes and nervous fidgeting.

His grin drops. “What did they say?” 

“Just that they found us so cute and that we were relationship goals.” I should have noticed his apprehension about the conversation but my brain fails to pick up on it.

“So you confirmed we were in a relationship?” Shawn asks, a panic edge to his voice.

“Well,” I frown, “I didn’t say we were but I didn’t say we weren’t.” 

“Great.” Shawn groans, his hands moving to cover his face.

“I don’t understand? Why do you seem so annoyed?” I ask, a flicker of hurt crossing my face.

“We’ve spoken about this Y/n.” He tells me, his arms falling to lie on his thighs. 

“Actually no, we haven’t.” I reproach, becoming agitated by his tone.

“I don’t want people to know about our relationship.” He shrugs his shoulders like the matter was no big deal.

“Are you serious? You’ve been saying that since we got together!” I exclaim, moving forward so that I’m sitting on the edge of the couch.

He shrugs again and it infuriates me.

“Why don’t you want anyone to know? Do you want to hide our relationship away-”

“Y/n no, you know that you mean so much to me,” Shawn cuts me off quickly, reassuring me. “But its just, you’re younger then me.”

“You’re only 19 Shawn, 3 years isn’t going to kill me.” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You’re just too young to be exposed to the kind of media coverage you’ll get by being my girlfriend.”

I immediately jump to conclusions. “So you’re ashamed of me because of how old I am?” I sound shrill. Shawn winces at my words.

“No I’m just saying that if I keep you hidden for as long as possible we can have our relationship more exclusive. You won’t have to face as much hate as you would if we told the fans.” He tries to explain but its like half his words don’t even reach my ears.

“So I can’t tell people that we’re together because you want us to be exclusive?” I send him a look of disbelief. 

“Baby, I don’t want their words to hurt you.” he rests a hand on my thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. 

“You know what does hurt Shawn?” I rest back into the couch. “Every time we go out to the mall or to dinner, there’s always that one girl or even that one really brave fan that hits on you.” 

He sighs, remembering how last week when we were shopping for a gift for his Mother for her birthday, we were interrupted. The beautiful brunette had strolled straight up to Shawn and fussed over his music instantly. Of course I could understand that she was a fan and had every right to talk to Shawn but when she began touching his arm and leaning closer to him, I began to worry.

When she asked him to go get a cup of coffee with him, least to say I was slightly annoyed.

“I couldn’t even say anything because they all know we’re just friends!” I argue, this one sentence had been used many times in the hour that had followed that shopping trip and once again, I was using it now.

“I know baby, but trust me, I’m doing this for you.” He was being too kind. I couldn’t seem to be angry at me and I knew his side of the argument was winning.

“I just want to be able to call you my boyfriend with out having to look over my shoulder making sure no one heard me.” I pout and he smirks, pulling me over to him until I’m seated on his lap.

“You know I want that too.” he pouts back, teasing me.

“Stop being cute, I’m trying to have an argument here.” He laughs, his forehead resting on my shoulder.

“What about this?” I ask, putting my hand under his chin and pushing up until his head is upright and his eyes meet mine.

“Mmhm,” He mumbles with a lazy smile on his face, resting his head completely on my hand.

“I turn 17 in 3 months. If we’re still together, can I have free rein on boyfriend rights?” I smile, proud of my proposal.

“I don’t know.” He smirks and I jokingly glare in return. 

“I’ve changed my mind, I’m not giving you a choice I’m just going to do it anyway- ow” Shawn pinches my side just as I finish. “What?”

“When the time comes we’ll weigh out the negatives and positives that come will telling the fans about my beautiful girlfriend.” He grins and I roll my eyes.

“Nice. Complement the girlfriend in hope of getting your way.” I wink at him and he laughs, his arms wrapping around my waist. 

“And I though it was just my hot body that persuaded you.”

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i put a spell on you (part 1/2, zimbits)

This fic is for the ultra-cool @porcupine-girl who won my Fandom Trumps Hate auction and was so very generous with time and prompt leeway as this fic spun out of control. I hope the resulting silliness was worth the wait! ^_^

Please do me a favor and take nothing in the fic you’re about to read seriously.


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It was unnaturally quiet in the Haus when Bitty crept his way downstairs, picking his way around abandoned solo cups and other party debris to get to the kitchen, Señor Bun hitched on his hip. He swung open the door with a sigh. He had expected the mess, but it was still disappointing to see the sheer amount of trash and spills on the floor after Epikegster the night before. Bitty set his rabbit on the counter and Señor Bun immediately began to sniff around the solo cups.

“Don’t drink anything,” Bitty warned. Señor Bun thumped the counter in protest and Bitty gave him a look and wagged a finger at him. “I mean it.”

The rabbit seemed at least momentarily convinced to stay put so Bitty turned and pulled open one of the bottom cabinets to tear off a new garbage bag from the roll. He made quick work of the various cups and drinks left on the counter and sprayed everything down with bleach before scrubbing away the evidence of any of the sticky tub juice and beer on the counter at least. Señor Bun wrinkled his nose at the bleach but hopped out of the way as Bitty cleaned around him. Bitty’s shoes still stuck to the floor when he moved, but that could be a problem for Ransom and Holster whenever they dragged themselves out of bed. He only needed the clean counter for now.

He checked his phone and rolled his eyes at himself.

“Lord, who am I up at six on a morning after a party like that?” Bitty asked Señor Bun absentmindedly. Señor Bun thumped his foot loudly, registering a complaint at the early hour as well and Bitty scratched behind his ear which elicited even more thumping.

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The word “fine” had been officially added to the long list of words Andrew despised. He was going to cuff the idiot’s head every time he said that, classic conditioning and all that shit.

The gas station looked straight out of B-rated movie about gangsters and drug cartels. It stunk of piss from the outside public bathroom with the broken door and from gasoline from the pumps, and the articles in the little shop showcase looked three years old at least. There was a clown doll that had been staring at Andrew the whole time he’d been there, laying with his back against the old rusty Ford they had arrived with, and that had definitely exhaled its last breath, no matter how many times he had tried to get his hands under its hood to revive it.

It’s fine,” the idiot had said after the fifth attempt. “I’ve got this.

Sure as fuck, he did.

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 8

Okay, okay I know this is long over due and I’m sorry. At first it was cause of school, but then I started binge watching on Netflix all day yesterday, but this is extra long and cute and angsty. Keep in mind that half of this was written at two in the morning after I was done crying from finishing the last episode of 13 reasons why. (Yall needa go watch that shit) I hope you guys enjoy the chapter, y'all know I need 100 notes for part 9 and leave feedback💕

One more thing…Ik it probably doesn’t make sense but I’m gonna pretend like this takes place after like a month from the last time they met.

**WARNING**: Nothing really, just a make out and a small mention of masturbation.


One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}


“Cal, can you not.” You snorted as he tried to squeeze into the tight fitting top you picked out not too long ago.

“I can get in it, I swear.” He grunted while attempting to get the small shirt over his shoulder.

He had took you shopping once again and as always he came into the dressing room with you. This particular time, however, Calum got so bored he decided to try on clothes as well. You didn’t have a problem with that, but he could at least try on something in his size.

“You’re gonna rip it.” You laughed.“ Then you’ll have to buy it just to throw away.”

“I’m going to get in this shirt, Y/N.”

“Oh my God.” You began to laugh harder at his determination, deciding to try on another article of clothing for your sake.“ I think these shorts are gonna make my ass pop.”

“It already pops, Y/N. Your ass is fucking perfect.” He absentmindedly complimented you.

“Take off the shi-”

“I got it!” He yelled once he finally got the top onto his body, throwing his hands up in the air in excitement.

It was quiet as you both heard the sound of fabric tearing. You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter and Calum’s cheeks slowly flushed pink.

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Capable (Chapter 4) NSFW

Chapter 1               Chapter 2                Chapter 3

Originally posted by katerinasgranger

Bucky Barnes x mutant!Reader

Summary: You were kidnapped by Hydra 10 years ago but now you’re free. You find yourself at the Avengers Tower while you recover and readjust to real life.

Warnings: language (moderate), SMUT

A/N: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND IS INTENDED ONLY FOR AUDIENCES OVER THE AGE OF 18!!! Feedback is always welcome, especially since this is my first smut. If you don’t want to be tagged in future fics please just let me know, promise I won’t be offended. Or if you do want be tagged and you’re not you can tell me that too! Hope everyone enjoys the new chapter! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!



You and Bucky had grown so close since your talk. Little by little you had started to tell him everything that had happened to you while with Hydra. But it was so much more than just sharing your traumatic stories, you had grown close physically too. You would wake each other in the middle of the night if either of you had a bad dream and hold the other in your arms until they fell back asleep. You would always sit next to each other on the couch or at dinner. Bucky would sit next to you with his arm around you just rubbing tiny patterns with his thumb into your shoulder or back as you watched movies. It became almost intimate the way you two interacted. It was so nice to have someone that just understood how you were feeling and where you were at mentally.

You woke up to Natasha and Wanda banging on your bedroom door, they had promised to take you shopping today. You groaned and felt the weight on the bed shift next to you as Bucky rolled over. Bucky had a nightmare last night and had come to your room for consoling, but you knew Nat and Wanda wouldn’t believe you if you told them nothing happened. 

“I’ll meet you guys in the living room in 10 minutes” You yelled at them through the door. Bucky groaned again trying to hide his head under a pillow. “Come on get up Buck, quit being fucking lazy.” You rolled off the bed and walked to your closet to get dressed.

“Well you’re not gonna be here so you really won’t know if I don’t get up or not.” He may have been tired but that doesn’t mean wasn’t still a sassy little shit.

“Fine, stay in bed, I don’t care.” You quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not caring if Bucky saw. The two of you stayed in each other’s rooms so often that being modest had kind of gone out the window. You looked over and saw him snuggling back into the bed and decided to just leave him be, after all he was right, it didn’t really matter if he got up.

You met up with Nat and Wanda in the living room, then the three of you quickly ran off to start your shopping. First stop was getting you some clothes that you actually wanted to wear.

“What about this? It’s super cute and would look great on you!” Wanda held up a tiny crop top to your chest in an attempt to see if it was the right size.

“Absolutely not, when on earth would something like that ever be practical?” You took the shirt, if you could call it that, from her hands and placed it back on the rack.

“You know Y/N, not everything you wear has to be practical. Live a little, I mean at least try it on. It’s not like you’re spending your own money on it, so if you buy it and never wear it, no big deal.” Nat snatched the top back off the rack and forced it into your arms. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, she was right, Tony was paying for your stuff since it’s not a like a dead woman can go out and get a credit card. You sighed in defeat and took your stack of clothes to the dressing room to try them on. You ended up finding quite a few things that you liked through out the day, as did the other girls. Nat ended up calling a car from the tower to come take some bags from you all so you could continue shopping in peace.

“You know what we need to do next?” Nat beamed at you with a sly grin plastered on her face.

“Fucking eat.” You tossed back.

“NOOOO, well yeah, but after that, we need to take you underwear shopping.” She was almost jumping up and down she was so excited and now Wanda had a stupid grin on her face too.

“I have underwear Nat, I don’t need anymore.” You knew that they thought you and Bucky were hooking up. So they probably thought they were being sneaky in trying to take you lingerie shopping.

“Yeah but you don’t have cute underwear, just that cheap stuff Pepper and I got you.” She grabbed you by the hand and started to drag you down the street. Yet again you sighed in defeat knowing you weren’t going to talk her out of this idea, plus you honestly wouldn’t mind some cuter underwear. You did manage to get her to stop for food before she forced you into the lingerie store.

Nat and Wanda immediately started grabbing things off the shelves and racks for you to try on. God they were like animals the way they tore threw the store grabbing stuff for you. Clearly they had been here many times before. 

“Alright, that should be enough for now.” Nat stood in front of you triumphantly. 

You took your things and went to try them on. Thankfully most of the things they gave you were panties and bras so you did’t have to try them on to know if you liked them. You set aside a few lacy pairs of each and a few more practical cotton pairs that were still really cute, but now it was time to try on the lingerie sets. You had never worn lingerie before, back in the day when you wanted to hook up with someone it just happened, there wasn’t really a lot of foreplay or planning so it just wasn’t necessary. You kind of liked the idea though of setting out to tease someone or actually planning on hooking up with someone but lord have mercy it had been so long since you even tried to flirt, you wouldn’t even know where to start. After trying on a few pieces that were all way too complicated, you finally picked up a cute sheer, little dress with matching panties and it looked amazing on you. It made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a really long time, horny.

You had noticed a sex shop next door to the lingerie store. So when you came out of the dressing room you decided to ask Nat and Wanda to take you there next. It had been so long since you even thought about sex. You weren’t a virgin by any means, you had hooked up with quite a few men and women back in the day but it had been at least 10 years since any of that had happened. You walked up and down the aisles of the sex shop trying to figure out exactly what it was you wanted. You needed something that was going to work quick but not make a lot of noise. God, you’d be mortified if anyone heard you. 

Then like magic, Wanda appeared around a corner with a box in her hand. “Here, this is the one I use, it’s super quiet but works, amaaaaazingly, but don’t tell anyone.” She thrust the box at you to take before Nat could show up. You gladly took it, thankful that she had basically read your mind and saved you lots of time and probably some embarrassing questions.

You guys got back to the tower shortly after your little adventure at the sex shop. You wanted so badly to just stay in your room to masturbate but you knew the girls would never let you live it down so you put your stuff away and went back to the common area for a few hours. 

You were so distracted by the wetness pooling in your panties all evening that you must have been acting different because Bucky asked you at least three times if you were feeling okay. You kept telling him you were fine but he just wouldn’t seem to let it go. Finally enough time had passed since you got home that you could tell everyone you were tired and go to your room.

You immediately ripped off your clothes then dug through your shopping bags to find the nighty set that had gotten this all started in the first place. You put it on and stared at yourself in the mirror, you looked just as good now as you had in the store. While standing there in the mirror you reached up under the top and started massaging your breast, it was amazing as you felt your nipples harden under your own touch. You reached your other hand down your panties and started to rub circles on your clit. You were already so wet. 

After a few moments of playing with yourself in the mirror you finally grabbed your new toy out of the bag and put the batteries in. It had 10 speeds and 8 vibration patters, and you were planning on experiencing every combination. You laid down on the bed, turning it on, you pressed the head of it to your clit, using your own wetness as lube to make sure it slid in nice and easily. You started moaning and whimpering as it entered you. You kept it on a low setting to start, you didn’t want to overwhelm yourself and you also didn’t want your first session in 10 years to end too quickly.

Bucky waited a few minutes after you left before going to check on you. You had seemed so out of it since you got back from shopping. He was nervous that something had happened while you were out, maybe you saw something, or worse someone and you just didn’t want to talk about it in front of the others. He made his way towards your room. Once he got outside the door, he heard soft whimpering coming from inside. Worried that you were having a bad dream, he burst in without knocking.

“O-oh my god Bucky! What the fuck!” Your torso shot up off the bed when the door flew open, the toy still between your legs.

“Shit, shit, I’m so sorry Y/N. I thought, fuck, shit.” Bucky kept trying to look away from you but the see-through nighty that you were wearing and the toy you had clearly been fucking yourself with were making it really hard for him to do so. Thankfully he had closed the door behind him so you at least weren’t putting on a show for the whole tower to see. “Um, is that new?”

“What? Yes, um, jesus christ.” You flopped back on the bed, your face turning bright pink, not wanting to look Bucky in the face any longer.

“Okay, um, I’ll just go but can I tell you something first?” Unsure of how you would react Bucky started slowly walking towards you, thankful that you weren’t looking at him, because he didn’t want you to see the growing tent in his pants.

“Make it quick Buck, I’m a little busy here.” You threw your hands over your face as you heard him moving towards you, trying so hard not to make eye contact. You peeked out between your fingers to see him standing above you. You scrunched your face, not really sure what he was doing.

“Can I?” He gestured to the toy still inside you. Flustered and confused as to where this was going you slowly nodded. “This part right here,” he pointed to the rabbit part of your toy. “Is supposed to press right here.” He pushed the toy further inside you, pressing the rabbit flush against your clit then turned up the speed. You inhaled sharply at the new sensation then let out a string of moans and curses.

“Oh my god Bucky, don’t stop,” you cried as you writhed around on your bed. Bucky was standing over you, expertly pleasuring you with the toy. You reached your hands back up to start playing with your breasts again. You heard a low grown come from Bucky as you continued to pull at and pinch your nipples. He started to thrust the toy faster and harder into you, he couldn’t wait to watch your orgasm wash over you. It didn’t take much longer before you were repeating his name like a prayer.

“I wanna taste you,” He looked at you for consent before he kneeled down at the end of your bed. Wide eyed, you looked at him and nodded. “I need you to say it baby, tell me you want it.”

“Yes, for the love of god Buck, do it, do whatever you want.” You groaned as you felt his fingers push inside you, replacing the toy that had just been there. He used his thumb to keep your clit stimulated as he watched you for another few seconds before shoving his face in your pussy. The moan he made after licking a wide stripe up your pussy vibrated through your whole body. You felt his tongue replace his thumb while he ate you out and fingered you at the same time. Between the pace his set, the expert way he tongued your clit and surprisingly pleasurable way his scruff felt on your thighs, your second orgasm came just as quickly as the first.

“Oh fuck Bucky, fuck, I need you inside me.” You were basically whining at him. If he was this good with his hands and mouth you couldn’t wait to see what he could do with his cock. He kissed his way up your torso, pulling your nighty up with him, he stopped at your breasts so he could lick and bite at your nipples. You arched your back at the sensation, running your fingers through this hair, yearning for him to touch you more. He continued on up your body, nipping at your neck and collar bone.

“Not tonight doll, another time, I promise.” His mouth roughly met yours in a heated kiss. You rolled your hips against him, grinding your still wet pussy on his clothed crotch as he laid between your legs. He groaned into your mouth, then reached his metal hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit again. “I’m serious, Y/N, we can’t do that tonight. I was not prepared for this, but if you’re not done, I’d be more than happy to keep doing what we were doing until you are. Does that sound good?” He had pushed his metal fingers inside you now and was pumping them furiously. A soft whine escaped your lips as you bucked your hips against his hand. The metal felt so cool and different against your hot skin, it was just a whirlwind of feelings and sensations that you would have never thought to pair but felt so right.

“But what about you?” You cried between the thrusts of his fingers as you started palming him through his jeans. “I want you to feel good too.” He started thrusting his fingers faster as your hand made it’s way down his pants, fingers wrapping gently around his thick cock as you slowly pumped it. As you felt your third orgasm bubble up inside, your hand started to get a firmer grasp around him and you tried to pump in time with his thrusts. You third time was just as strong as the last two as you felt the bubble inside you explode with ecstasy. 

After you were done riding out your orgasm, you flipped him over on to his back and made your way down his body. You pulled up his shirt so you could kiss and nip at his well toned chest and abs while you undid his pants. “Can I do this for you Buck?” You looked up at him with doe eyes, face hovering over his crotch. He nodded, honestly a little surprised that you were so insistent on returning a favor that didn’t need to be returned. He groaned and reached towards you, tangling his fingers into your hair as you pulled down his pants and boxers. You looked up at him again, your eyes locked as you expertly wrapped your mouth and hand around his cock. It may have been a while since you had done this but it was definitely not your first rodeo. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down. You felt Bucky flop his torso down onto the bed as he let out a low growl in pleasure. You used your hand to pump his cock in time with your bobbing head as you hollowed your cheeks around him. You used your other hand to fondle his balls as you sped up your pace. He gripped your hair tighter and let out a loud string of fucks and shits and you knew that you had pushed him over the edge when you finally felt his cum hitting the back of your throat.

You sat up and wiped your mouth, while Bucky just laid there still recovering from his orgasm. You chuckled silently at him, looks like you still have the magic touch when it comes to oral. You got up, went to the bathroom then brushed your teeth. When you came out Bucky was getting dressed. “What are you doing?” You arched an eyebrow at him.

“Well, I don’t want people to think anything weird about me leaving your room tomorrow.” You knew he was just trying to respect your privacy but it was silly.

“Bucky, you literally slept in my bed last night. No one is going to think anything of it and even if they do who cares.” You walked over and gave him a reassuring hug then pulled him back towards the bed. “Just stay here tonight, please.”

He didn’t try to fight you on the matter, just slipped his pants back off and climbed into his usual spot on your bed. You smiled contently at him as you slipped into bed next to him, curling up in his arms. You didn’t think the two of you had been loud enough for anyone else to hear you, except maybe Nat, who was in the room next to you. Shit, boy, were you going to hear about this from her tomorrow. Whatever, it was totally worth it and you were definitely hoping it would happen again.




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