besides like 2 because there were no good caps for them

Flirty Christian Yu

Request from Anonymous:  Hi! First of all, I love your account! Can I please request a Christian Yu scenario where Jay is the readers bestfriend & helps her make Christian jealous because he’s been ignoring her or spending more time with other female celebrities lately, please?! Sorry, if its really specific, I just love Jay & Christian!!

I hope you like it :D 

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You were sitting at AOMG’s office waiting for your boyfriend, Christian to finish his meeting with Jay. The two of them were discussing plans for a music video. You met Christian through Jay since Jay is one of your best friends. It didn’t take you long to fall head over heels for Christian. He is very charismatic and friendly. So sometimes that part of him flirts with other girls and he doesn’t even realise it. Most of the times it doesn’t bother you, but there are days when it does. Obviously. He’s your boyfriend and seeing him doing his harmless flirting makes your blood boil. Because let’s face, there are prettier girls out there. Who’s to say he won’t find someone better than you. 

“Babe, we won’t be too long. Jay is having a little trouble understanding my concept,” Christian said as he poked his head out of the room. You simply nodded and continued scrolling through your Instagram feed not before hearing Jay’s voice, “I’m not slow. Your boyfriend doesn’t understand my VISION”. 

One hour later and Jay emerged from the room. “Ah, what do you see in him besides his big arms, tattoos and that accent. He doesn’t get what I want”. You watched Jay sat down across from you, and putting his feet on the glass table. You asked, “what were you two having trouble about?” Jay sighed and took off him cap. “I want to shoot the mv in black and white but your boy wants to it in colour”. You laughed. They always argue about the silliest things. You asked Jay, “What is my boy doing in there, Jay?” He replied, “He’s on the phone with someone. A girl. I saw the contact photo. Should I be worried, [Y/N]?” You shook your head. “If I’m not worried, why should you?” But truthfully, you were. You had noticed over the past week or so, Christian has had many phone calls and messages from his female celebrity friends.

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“Is this dress too revealing, I feel like it is,” you asked Christian. The both of you were getting ready to an advanced screening of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 movie. You were wearing a purple maxi dress but it had a high slit so pretty much your left leg was exposed. “Nah, it’s not. It’s a movie premier so we’ll be sitting down for most of the night anyway. You’ll be fine,” Christian reassured you. The two of you then met up with the boys and girl from AOMG. “Wow [Y/N], your dress looks incomplete. They haven’t sewn it completely. You better return it,” Simon D joked. Jay then butt in, “Are you stupid? She’s obviously wearing that dress so Christian has things to do if the movie gets boring”. You hit both of them across the head. Hoody then did the same. 

When you arrived at the premiere there were many photographers and celebrities. Everyone looked stunning. Christian got out first and helped you after. Photographers had their cameras AOMG so camera flashes were coming at every angle. All of you went inside the venue and in the corner of your eye, you saw a group of female celebrities eyeing your boyfriend. His arms were around you so doesn’t that make it obvious he’s taken, you thought. After meeting and greeting most of the people there, everyone had to wait around before the movie started. During this time you saw Christian in a corner mingling with a female celebrity. You have seen her album covers around the city but you can’t remember her name. You sat down across from where they were standing. Christian then left her so you got up thinking he was looking at you but instead, he went over to the bar and said something to the bartender. The bartender then gave two glasses of white wine? champagne? You couldn’t tell but the liquid was translucent. He then went back to his ‘new female friend’. 

You continued to stared at them and tried to read their lips but you were no good at that. As you continued, you saw Christian had got his phone out and handed to her and it looked like she put her number in. Just then, the same group of females that you saw earlier approached him. Not only that, but after a few minutes of chatting, he passed his phone around to his newly found friends. 

“I asked you before and I’ll ask again, what do you see in him?” You looked over and saw Jay sitting next to you. He had noticed you staring at your boyfriend. “Shush you. You introduced him to me remember?” “Yeah, but he wasn’t asking a million girls to put their numbers in their phone before”. “It’s probably nothing,” you say. “They are just probably asking if he’s interested in being the director for their next song or something.” Jay repeated you last two words, “or something.” You turned to Jay and he noticed your eyes are watery and your nostrils are flared open. “Let’s do something fun to get back at him instead of sitting here looking at we are about to assassinate him.” You smiled, “What do you propose we do, Park?” He got up and held out his hand. You took it and followed him to the bar. Jay choose seats that were directly in Christian’s point of view. “What are we doing, Jay?” “Follow my lead,” Jay insisted. 

Jay ordered drinks for the two of you and every now and then, Jay would pull his chair closer to you and was now only inches away from you. “Jay, what are you doing, you’re squishing me towards the wall. Move back a bit.” Jay looked at you, “let’s make your boyfriend see what he is missing out of. Put your hand on my knee, [Y/N]”. “So we are trying to make him jealous?” you asked. “Duh. C’mon put your hand on my knee.” You did just that and Jay leaned into your ears and whispered, “pretend to look over but don’t look directly at him and see if he’s looking”. Again, you did just that. Christian was definitely looking at the two of you and he didn’t look too amused. 

Jay pulled back and you nodded you head, then Jay showcased one of his winks directly at you. Surely Christian saw that. You then moved your hand to brush through Jay’s hair. “Aw it’s so soft and fluffy,” you laughed. “Hey, don’t mess with it, I spent hours trying to style it,” Jay told you. “You laughed again, “you know, I half expected it to be all greasy. Are you trying to pick up someone tonight?” Jay shook his head, “I’m just here for the free drinks and food. Oh and the ahem movie.” He looked at the cameras and winked into it. “Why are you doing that? You’re so lame, Park”. 

The two of you were talking about the upcoming AOMG tour and Jay’s hand was on yours. “Is this too much, Jay? Should we stop?” you asked. “We’ll stop when he comes over”. He then pulled your chair facing him so that your legs were between his. The two of you continued to talk and you lost track of time. You didn’t even notice Jay’s hand was your bare thigh. “Ok Park, that’s far enough”. Jay apologise and ordered two more drinks. When the drinks were set down, Christian came over. “Hey, what you two talking about?” he asked as he pulled another chair and put in the middle between Jay and yourself. Jay leaned back and smirked at him. You just gave Jay your ‘stop it’ look. 

“We were just talking, that’s all,” you answered Christian’s question. Just then, one of female celebrities came and stood next to Christian. Her hand rested on his shoulders. You looked at him and he glared back you. Jay noticed then he quickly took your hand and pulled you up from your seat. “Let’s get out of here, [Y/N]”. You were lost for words. Christian would just sit there and do nothing? 

You sat on the steps and Jay had given his your jacket to cover your legs. He sat down and put his arms around you and you rested your head on his shoulders. Both of you sat in silence, before you hear Christian’s voice, “[Y/N]! Come inside, the movie is about to start”. You ignored him. 

“Babe, c’mon”. Christian was now standing in front of you, just a few steps down and Jay’s arms were still around you. “I thought you were too busy for me, Christian. Why don’t you ask your newly found girl friends to keep you company?” Christian was taken aback, “What do you mean my new girl friends?” “She meant the ones surrounding you before or specifically the one with the hand on your shoulders,” Jay retorted back. “Are you being serious?”, Christian asked, “Is that why you have been playing handsy and footsy with him all night long? Are you jealous and can I not talk to other females?” You laughed, “You can talk with all the females in the whole freaking world for all I care. But you’re always flirting with them and they might get the wrong idea. And that girl who put her hand on your shoulders. Why didn’t you do anything?” Christian was now looking back and forth at you and Jay. “It’s because I saw how the two of were acting and plus his hands were on your thighs. That’s way more intimate.”

“So you’re jealous that [Y/N] is with another guy?” Jay asked. “Of course, but when the other guy is you, I’m super worried,” Christian said, “because you two have known each for so long. [Y/N] is beautiful and Jay, you’re alright so I don’t know, maybe you two might fall for each other or something. And I don’t want to lose [Y/N]”. You smiled at Christian. “I don’t want to lose you too babe, and I’m sorry for making you jealous. And don’t you worry, Jay isn’t my type so it’s never going to happen. I know too much of his bad habits that I’ve put off by him”. Christian laughed and bent down to kiss you, “And I’m sorry too”. You gave back Jay his jacket and stood up. “Shall we going inside, babe?” 

“Hey I made whatever it is you two have happen so don’t bad mouth me, [Y/N].” Jay uttered, “and Christian, I’m just ‘alright’? Surely I’m on the same level of attractiveness as [Y/N]? Both Christian and you laughed at him. “If you could rock my girlfriend’s dress then I might change my mind, Jay”. 

100 Kisses

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s Bucky’s 100th birthday and he doesn’t want anything, but 100 kisses from you.

A/N: HAPPY 100TH BIRTHDAY JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!!!

Warnings: La La Land spoilers, horny Bucky and implied smut

Originally posted by itsfuckingvampire


“So…I’m a hundred.” Bucky said as he sat on the bed watching you.

You nodded as you began getting dressed for the day, “Yeah, you’re old.”

“Uh huh, so you know how people give the number punches for how old a person is?” Bucky asked as he stripped off his sleep shirt and slipped on a grey t-shirt then black jeans.

You looked at yourself in the full length mirror. You fiddled with your white blouse and pulled up your jeans, “Yeah, a stupid thing to do. Anyway, go on.”

“Well,” Bucky slipped on his black leather jacket and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “Instead of you punching me, can I get a hundred kisses?” Bucky kissed the nape of your neck.

“You’re insatiable, ya know that? We had, like, five rounds, yesterday?”

Bucky shrugged, “Blame the super serum, doll. Besides, can you really blame me? You’re just too gorgeous.”

“Fine, because it’s your birthday and my parents always said to respect your elders,” You said with a childish giggle, “I’ll give you a hundred kisses throughout the day.”

“Great! Let’s start with number one.” He turned you around and planted his lips on you. You felt him smile into the kiss then pull away, “Ninety-nine more to go.”

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BEHAVE

SUMMARY - With Steve on a mission and Bucky in a meeting , you decide to have a little fun sexting. Things get dirty when Bucky comes back from the meeting . 

WARNINGS- daddy kink .SMUT , NSFW GIF , oral (MR , FR), phone sex 

WORDS - 3k+

A/N - This was completely Taw @supersoldierslover idea . Thank you so much . You know I love you .And I am so fucking happy that you liked it . If any warnings should be added pls send me an ask . I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.


[ insert Steve and Bucky image , since my stupid wifi wasn’t uploading a pic]

Walking around the tower , eating biscuits , listening to music , talking to few of the agents , you spend the last hour waiting for Bucky to come back from the meeting .

2 WEEKS . Two weeks since Bucky and Steve were sent on different missions . Two weeks since you had seen either of them . Two weeks since you had touched yourself . Two weeks since you were properly fucked . Two weeks filled with burning desire to be filled , and to orgasm . But you still remember the last words uttered by your boyfriends before leaving for their mission .

“No touching . Okay baby doll . Behave and you will be rewarded .”

There was no way they’d know if you did pleasure yourself , but you wanted to behave . You knew if you refrained until the time they came , you’d cum harder than ever .

But now Bucky was back home in the tower , but you couldn’t do anything . The meeting was sure to last another hour . So you decided to have a little fun of yours .

You went back to the room , put on your sexy matching lingerie that you knew both of them liked .

It was pink in colour . They liked it because you looks sexy and innocent at the same time.

You stood in front of the mirror admiring the way it looked .Picking up the phone in your left hand , your right hand under your panties , you clicked a picture and send it to the group chat that you guys created for the three of you . A little teasing wouldn’t hurt .

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Nouveau Départ  | 01

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

humor | angst | smut | fluff | smartalec!jungkook | spoiled!reader

word count: 3.9k                                                                                                              

Its January, the start of another shitty year at Mendia High and your vivacious parents are coming in 2 months for a report on how you’re doing in the aspects of grades, reputation and of course the long awaited–dating. This means 8.7 weeks to change your attitude–60 days to pull up your grades–1,440 hours to land a decent boyfriend. There is nobody decent enough to help you–therefore you have no choice but to turn to the schools’ derisive dweeb, Jeon Jungkook. Watch yourself struggle to cope with the smart-assed boy as he tries to transform you into a changed lady that everyone would look at differently.”                                                                     


“You feel so good princess–keep going.” your best friends’ groans of pleasure filled the room and you were damn sure any by-passer would look at you dead-dirty if you even dared to exit the small and clustered room at this time.  

“Oh shut up, you make it seem like i’m giving you a blowjob or some shit. Cut it out.” you grit out, making sure to press a bit harder than usual on the sensitive part of his neck. Feeling your nails press into his jugular–he pitches up in pain, a variety of obscene curses fly your way. “Do that one more time and I swear to God i’ll pull you over my lap and spank the shit out of you.”

Your pupils take a trip to the back of your head,  resurfacing rapidly, and you lightly hit the back of your best friend’s head. Yoongi was an uptight bitch sometimes. A downright petty one at that too. That’s why you found yourself giving him a back massage in the janitors closet, probably people coming up with many wild scenarios that their saint-like minds couldn’t handle when they try to put the puzzle pieces together. But hey, this was your best friend. 

Unfortunately, you lost a bet to the grudge-keeper two weeks ago. The deal was that if any of the new freshman could get laid at a party the week they came, Yoongi would get a back massage from you–along with the fact that you had to compliment him anytime he asked for the rest of the school year. If he lost, he would take you anywhere you want and let you buy, anything you wanted. Well, you guess you could say–Yoongi knew his shit.

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You Saved Me - Part 1

Request from @fandom-rpblogHey can I make a request? Can you write one in where after the events of winter soldier, (ignoring civil war as I haven’t seen it yet), Bucky has been re-introduced to the world and is recovering slowly and he and reader are sort of a thing as she was the one who found him after the events of winter soldier and she find out she is pregnant and fluff, and stuff. Please.

Note: Okay, so, as you can tell from the title this is going to be a series. Probably only about three parts though; this is because I couldn’t stop typing when I wrote out their initial meeting and there’s only so long a post can be! :) This is almost an introduction just so you know how they met before we go further into it. It was a great request so wanted to do it justice….which I felt could be done more by making it a series. Hope you enjoy! <3 Going to put bits of their past in each part too to flesh their relationship out more. 

Bucky x Reader

Words: 2027

Warnings: Violence and swearing.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4(End)

TWO YEARS AGO.

For the third time that week you found yourself walking through the doors to The Smithsonian; you didn’t know why you were visiting once again because nothing had changed since the last time you graced the halls of this place but ever since your first visit here as a child you found that you could escape in here, forget about the worries that always seemed to creep up into your life, instead you could immerse yourself in the history of other people and simply…..forget.

The Captain America exhibit was the newest addition to the institute and, personally, one of your favourites. It wasn’t every day that you were able to see into the personal life of someone that saved thousands of lives and given that he had saved yours during the attack on New York you felt like you liked to see just what it was that had made him such a brave and courageous individual.

Some bits made you laugh, others brought a tear to your eyes, but most of all you simply found yourself smiling from ear to ear at the fact that an ordinary kid from Brooklyn had become a treasured superhero. Seemed anything really was possible.

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The Most Precious Thing // Im Jaebum + Jackson Wang

{Uploaded - April 1st, 2016}

Originally posted by jaebumiie

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader x Jackson

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Request: A scenario where JB has a crush on you and Jackson unintentionally makes you feel uncomfortable/unsafe so JB has to comfort you.

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Kiss The Girl (Uma x fem!reader)

Originally posted by gayscendants

Uma barely had enough time to get dressed before a grumpy Harry and half asleep Gil came barging into her dorm room. “Waking up at the bloody cracka dawn. This school is bonkers,” Harry growled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You should have known it was going to happen before you accepted,” The sea witch muttered, applying her eyeliner with deadly precision.

“And leave my Captain and mates with these pansies? Not likely,” The brunet retorted, elbowing a sleeping Gil.

The Captain smirked, laying down her eye pencil before turning to face her comrades. “Well, boys. Let’s go show these pretty pink princesses and perfect princes what Villains are truly like.”

The two boys exchanged mischievous grins, “ Aye aye, Captain.”


“Here you go, little guy,” You whispered, gently untangling a Koi from Auradon’s “Serenity Garden”. Some bastard apparently decided to try fishing in the Koi Pong. Again.

Being the Granddaughter of King Triton made you the obvious candidate , along with the son of Rapunzel, Thomas, who had proven to have a green thumb, to tend to the Garden, seeing as it was mostly bridges and trails centered around a rather large system of ponds and rivers. With certain areas for beautiful plant life, of course. There was even a small area dedicated to growing fresh fruits and vegetables, tended to by some student volunteers.

“What is this place?” A girl’s voice cut through the silence, startling you enough to accidentally cut yourself on the surprisingly sharp fishing line tangled around your hand. You turned your head, surprised to find one of the newly attending Villain Kids standing behind you, arms crossed as she observed the garden.

“The Serenity Garden,” You answered, startling the girl. She looked at you with wide eyes, reaching for her belt as if attempting to grab a sword that wasn’t there. “When did you get there?””

“I could ask you the same question,” You replied with an amused smile. “You startled me as well.”

“Are you fishing? I\ figured that would against the…” She trailed off, as if not knowing the word she was looking for.

“Rules?” You offered, attempting to untangle your hand, only succeeding in tangling up your other hand as well.

“Yeah.”

“Oh it is, very much so. Some boy has been trying to fish for Koi. Poor Louis got tangled up in the fishing line. Elmer nearly drowned thanks to the leather coat he left behind holding him underwater,” You mumbled, nodding to a red leather jacket hanging on the railing of the bridge a few feet away. “I didn’t know fish could drown,” The girl muttered, a confused look on her face.

“Well, they can if they’re in water completely devoid of oxygen and aren’t able to surface. But Elmer is a toad,” You explained, cutting yourself again on the fishing line wrapped around your hands.

“Do you need some help?” She asked, motioning to your tangled hands. You gave a sheepish laugh, “Please.”

The girl crouched down beside you, working on getting your hands free. “I’m Uma.”

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Uma.”


“Why is it every time I come here you’re in some type of trouble?” Uma mumbled, as she pulled you out of the water of the Koi pond. You laughed, “It’s not like I meant to fall in the Koi Pond! Annabelle was trapped between a rock and the side of the pond and I slipped.” You explained, squeezing out your shirt.

“Why do you name your fish?” She asked, watching you with amusement as you pulled your soaked hair up into a ponytail. “I don’t name them. They name themselves. They just tell me their names and get offended when I don’t call them by them,” You muttered.

Her eyebrows shot up. “You can speak to fish?” She asked, looking a little weirded out by the fact you appeared to be hearing voices.

“My mother is Ariel, of course I can speak to fish, what did you expect?” You asked. She gave a nod, “I should have seen that coming.”

“So what brings you by?” You asked, sitting on the edge of the bridge, letting your feet dangle into the water. She sat beside you, crossing her legs so her boots wouldn’t get wet. “Well, Harry is trying to find Carlos and Gil is at Tourney practice,” She explained, laying back to stare up at the cloudy sky.

“Oh so I’m just your third option?” You teased, mimicking her actions and turning your head to face her.

“Never,” She replied, a small smile appearing on her face.

“Good,” You said, scooting closer to her slightly. “Because you’re my first choice,” you added softly.

“Am I now?” She teased softly, moving even closer to you so your faces were mere inches part. You nodded, smile mimicking hers.

“Good,” She whispered, leaning her face closer to yours.

You closed your eyes, leaning closer until you could feel her lips grazing yours when -

“Oh, sorry, am I interruptin’ somethin’ here?” Harry asked from where he stood at the end of the bridge. Uma sat up quickly, glaring at her first mate. “Yes, Harry, you are,” Uma gritted out through clenched teeth.

“Oopsies. Mal’s looking for you. Something about putting a cream depilatory in some princess’s shampoo bottle for looking at you?” Harry raised his eyebrows, clicking his tongue, “I must say, Cap… I’m so proud of you.”

“You should probably go take care of that,” You remarked, raising an eyebrow at the blue haired girl.

“Yeah,” She sighed. You gave her a smile before pressing your lips to her cheek. “See you tomorrow, Uma.”


“Why does the Isle have dark cloud over it?” You asked as you sat by the edge of Auradon staring across the ocean at the Island she called home. “My mom said it’s because Beast and Belle wanted to make the Isle as dreadful as humanely possible,” She replied, lips pressed into a tight line. You shook your head, lacing your fingers through hers.

“Do you ever miss it? The Isle, I mean,” You asked, gazing at the dreadful looking Island. She nodded, giving your hand a squeeze. “Sometimes. I miss my ship, my necklace, my freedom, hell, sometimes I even miss working at Ursula’s Fish and Chips with my crew. I definitely miss my swords, being able to rough someone up for disrespecting me. You definitely can’t do that here.”

“I’d love to see the look on Fairy Godmother’s face if you did that,” You laughed, leaning your head on her shoulder. “She’d probably Bibbidi bobbity boo me right back to the Isle,” She muttered, laughing slightly.

“Yeah don’t do that then,” You chuckled.

“Why? You’d miss me that much?” She teased.

“Yeah. I would,” You whispered softly. Uma’s face softened as you locked eyes.

“There you see her,”

“Did you hear that?” She asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Sitting there across the way,”

“She don’t have a lot to say,

But there’s something about her”

“Who the hell is singing right now?” Uma called out, looking around.

“And you don’t know why,

But you’re dying to try,

You wanna Kiss The Girl.”

You wanted to die of embarrassment when a few other villain kids poked their heads out of the bushes. Are they seriously singing right now!?

Uma’s face heated, with embarrassment or fury you couldn’t tell, the more the song went on.

“I’m so sorry they did that,” Uma whispered to you after they finished and were now staring at you expectantly.

You glanced at the small group before getting a playful smile.

“Well?”

“Well what?” The sea witch asked.

“Are you gonna kiss the girl?”

A smile overtook her face as she nodded slightly.

“Yeah, I am.” And with that, she pressed her lips to yours.


“Hey, Lass - er, Lasses? I get yer all sexually frustrated and all, but can you not eat each other’s faces off right now? I’d like to keep my appetite in tact.”

Hey, Jealousy

Originally posted by leafbabies

Hey, Jealousy- Auston Matthews 

Description: Moving to Toronto to work for the Maple Leafs was terrifying- until you landed Auston Matthews as a boyfriend. Your first fight with Auston is about jealousy- he’s jealous of your male best friend. You decide to elicit some jealousy yourself, by wearing William Nylander’s jersey and flirting relentlessly

Warnings: SMUTTTT, swearing, fighting

Word Count: 2,531

Author’s Note: Y’ALL it’s my first but certainly not last Auston Matthews smut! I had so much fun writing this. I don’t have any more specific players in mind for my next story, so PLEASE send me requests! I hope you guys love it, leave me feedback if you’d like! 


6 months ago:

 

This was it; you were giving up your normal life in a small town to make it big in Toronto. You had dropped everything to work in the front office for the Toronto Maple Leafs, a job you were dreaming of since you were a kid. You always watched hockey with your parents and brothers growing up and the Maple Leafs were your #1. Upon joining the team, you got to meet everyone, including all of the players. You were the youngest staff member in team history (which was super intimidating on its own) and you were all alone in the big city.

When you met all the players, everyone was impossibly nice and supportive. A few of them even said it was “badass” that such a young person was part of the staff. A handful of players stuck around and offered to show you around the city, since it was still offseason. Mostly the younger ones. But it was Auston Matthews who immediately caught your eye. He was hot as fuck, not in an obvious way, and his body was bangin. You could’ve sworn you saw him staring at you a few times, and then looking away whenever you caught him. All the guys were flirting with you that night but he was so sweet with you, pointing out all of his favorite landmarks and telling you stories of the team and memories him and his family have made here since he got drafted. You two just naturally clicked in a way that you had never felt before.

At the end of the night, the team had said their goodbyes, but Auston stayed behind to walk you to your door and say good night. He also asked you to go on a date with him and see where it went. You weren’t supposed to get involved with anyone you worked with, but you thought ‘fuck it’ and said yes.

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boyfriend!mingyu;

Originally posted by wonnhao

  • sorry this gif has a caption but i have to set The Mood and this v-live was all I could think of when i got this request
  • okay so apparently this is a series?? with mingyu??? where he has this imaginary girlfriend named younghee and honestly i died bc i was not ready when this vlive aired
  • but i got lots of inspiration :D
  • so mingyu has had a few relationships

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all to myself: vlog 3

“It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”
- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)

↳ vlogger au
pairing: jimin x reader, yoongi x reader

teaser&info (i suggest reading this first) | 1 | 2 | 3 | on-going

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Playboy!Namjoon Pt. 4

(Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3)

{Warning: smut ahead!}

You’re a sweaty mess as you open the door to him, who’s standing outside in Levi’s jeans and a green long sleeved shirt, a black cap and mask keeping him from being too obvious about who he is. Which isn’t all that necessary, your apartment complex was mainly made of all kinds of celebrities who valued their privacy above everything. The security was top grade, which was why you even decided to live here.

“Hi, come on in.”  you greet him, stepping aside for him to come in. He takes off his shoes, making you smile at his Ryan socks. “Did you had a nice trip?”

“Do you know you live pretty far?” he answered instead, taking the cap and mask off as well, letting you finally see his full bare face. “How do you even manage to go to places? Do you take a cab every time? How are you not broke yet?”

You scoffed. “Of course not, I have a car. It’s that my food?”

“Yeah,” he offered you the bags, the smell making your stomach growl. “ I didn’t know what kind of cake you liked so I bought four different ones.”

You clutched your heart dramatically, wiping an invisible tear from your face. “Kim Namjoon, are you even real? You bought me four kinds of cakes?”

He smiled looking around at your apartment. The soft yellow walls adorned with different kind of plants and flowers, the pictures on the walls. He walked over to your vinyl and book collection, picking a book up and reading its title. “I like your house. I love plants.”

“Me too. I wanted to be near nature, even living in this apartment,” you explained. Then, you pointed at the tv. “Feel comfortable to roam around, watch something on Netflix or whatever., there are drinks in the fridge I need to take a shower, it’ll be quick.”

He nodded, settling himself on the couch, making a dismissive gesture with his hand.

“Take your time, don’t worry.”

You cleaned yourself thoroughly, using your favorite body wash. With a week of rest, you were looking your best, if you could be so modest. You quickly dried your hair, putting on your comfiest pair of lounge clothes. An oversize grey shirt and black leggings. You didn’t feel the need to dress up. Namjoon would understand the need to not be all made up. Wearing makeup reminded you of your job, so you just couldn’t bother. Besides, you thought, you when Namjoon were texting so much lately you felt comfortable enough to be this casual around him.

You made your way to the living room again, leaning against the couch, watching as a moody looking guy ran around a mountain and sparkled like a disco ball with a pale girl on his back. Namjoon, realizing you were there, quickly paused the movie.

“Were you watching Twilight?”

“….maybe.” he conceded, a little unwillingly. “It’s a nice movie, okay? I enjoy the aesthetic value of it.”

“Okay. that I can understand, for a second I thought you had a vampire kink. Because I’ll be honest with you, vampires are only sexy if you’re into blood play.” You say, then paused as you scrutinized him again. “You’re not into blood play, right?”

He gives you a deep sigh that is as much exasperation as amusement at the same time. “Not that I’m aware of.”

“Good.” you replied, then eyeing the box of chicken and the containers of slices of cakes on your coffee table, you continued “Because you’ve just become my favorite person, I would hate to downgrade you from that position.”

He laughs, shaking his head. Humming, you sit down. changing the movie to some random cartoon. You take a bite out of your chicken, letting out a sound of pleasure when the perfect amount of crispiness reached your taste buds.

“How can you make eating chicken look hot? People are supposed to look greasy doing that, not like they got straight out of a commercial.”

You clean your lips delicately with a napkin, smiling angelically at him. “Haven’t you heard? I’m actually an angel sent from heaven. I can show you at least 5 fan videos with that theory. And besides, I’m my group visual, it’s my job to look pretty.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if that theory was true.” he nodded, then stretching his long arms and legs until his back was curving away from the sofa, he yawns.

“You look really tired, Namjoon-ah,” you note, your mother hen side not letting the concerned go unnoticed from your voice. “Are you sure you shouldn’t be at home resting? “

He gives you another reassuring smile, his dimples showing faintly. “It’s okay, even if I went home I would be even more tired. I love the boys, but sometimes I just wish I could sleep without having to stop some ridiculous fight. And you didn’t invite me over to hear about my problems.”

“It’s okay if you want to talk about what’s bothering you. Just because we’re doing this- you know, this thing, doesn’t mean we can’t be friends and talk.” You say, smiling brightly at him. “ And I get you. It’s hard being a leader and having more responsibilities than the rest of our members, having to take care of the group image and all that. Sometimes I worry so much about them I can’t even sleep. I don’t know how you manage to take care of 6 persons, I get exhausted just with my 3 babies.”

He chuckled in agreement.Taking the napkin from your hands, he throws it in on the coffee table, patting his lap after. “C’mere.” you oblige, straddling his hips. His hands caress the sides of your thighs lightly. He leans forward, his nose nuzzling your neck. Breathing deeply. After a second, he says “This is nice, talking. And you smell nice too.”

“I just showered, that’s why” you remind him, your voice coming out lower than before as he continues to run his nose along the line of your collarbones up to the point below your ear, making you shiver. Your hands come to his shoulders to keep yourself stable. You sigh with the feeling of him leaving featherlight kisses against your jaw. “Can you just please kiss me already? You’re such a tease.”

He looks up at you, his eyes darker than before. “Sure, princess.”

He kisses you softly at first, one of his hands moving from your thighs to your hips, pushing you down on his growing erection as the other one move to cradle your head, tilting it down as he deepens the kiss, hungrier than ever before. You moan lowly into the kiss as he ruts against you, making you feel that he is fully hard now. You start moving your hips as well, making him grunt this time. breaking the kiss to watch you as you rode his hips.

His hands move from the nape of your neck to cup your jaw, the tip of his thumb sliding across your lips, swollen and red from the kiss. You move your head to catch it, sucking gently on him, swirling your tongue around. Namjoon gulps loudly, eyes glazed with lust.

“I promised you something, didn’t I?” You said, sliding down from his lap and kneeling in front of him. Smiling, you inched forward until your face was pressed against his crotch. Namjoon is already fully hard, and you mouths at the material of his jeans, feeling his cock twitch again the denim.

“You don’t have to,” he says, voice ragged as you begin sliding his zipper down, pulling his jeans and boxers down enough so that you can finally reach Namjoon’s hard and flushed cock. You wrap your fingers around the base, pumping it slowly, a drip of pre-come dripping slowly from the dark head down his shaft, making him let out a husky moan. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I want to,” You answer honestly, bringing your lips down until they’re just barely touching his head, your breath on him making Namjoon shiver in anticipation. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you let him see the need in your own face. “I’ve been dying to do this since the first time you texted me. So just let me suck your dick and be happy, let me have this. ”

You lick his head, tasting him- salty and bittersweet, with the faint smell of whatever body lotion he uses, and when you finally suck him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head, his hand come to your head and you have to resist the urge to grin smugly at the sound he lets out, needy and urgent, like he too had been waiting for this since the beginning.

Without warning, you bring your mouth down until your lips are touching your fingers, and very deliberately, you gulp, feeling his grip tighten as his hips buckle up. Slowly, you bring your head up, sucking hard, your tongue flat against the side of his cock as you do so, deepthroating him until he’s trembling, letting out deep groans of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at this,” the praise has you moaning as his hips move, fucking himself into your mouth. Hearing it, he looks at you, surprise lacing his features for a second. “Really? Praising kink?”

“Don’t kink-shame me,” you say, your hands replacing your mouth. “ It’s not my fault I like being recognized for being a good girl.”

Suddenly, his hand comes down, holding your wrist in place and stopping your movements. “Hold up, I’m gonna cum if you keep up,” he warns, chest moving rapidly with his heavy breathing. He looks at you,  you with your lips swollen, looking utterly fucked, hair disheveled and needy eyes. “And I’m not cumming before fucking you like I’ve been wanting to all this time, baby girl.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the promise in his words and at the petname.

“We should go to my room then. My bed is perfect for that.”

He smiles, big and wolfish like you’re his prey and he can’t wait to savor every piece of you. You take his hand. pulling him quickly towards the door that leads to your room. Closing the door behind him, he attacks your mouth again as you walk backward until the back of your knees are hitting the bed and he’s laying you down on it, hands delicately supporting you so that you don’t fall abruptly.

“Clothes.” you manage to gasp as he kisses you. “Take off. Wanna feel your skin on mine.”

He lifts your shirt over your head, groaning when he sees you’re not wearing a bra, cupping your breast with one hand. You do the same, quickly getting rid of his shirt, hands instantly roaming through his defined stomach.

“Are you going to have some schedule where you’ll have to show your belly sometime soon?”

“What? No, I don’t think so. Why?”

It becomes clear to you why when he sucks hard at the skin of your waist, bitting and leaving a red bruise in the place of his lips. He does that till he reaches your hip bones, nipping at the skin, teasingly kissing the hem of your leggings, his fingers massaging your ass as he lifts it so he can take it off, leaving you only in your black seethrough panties.

He just looks at you for a couple of seconds, eyes absorbing you half-naked in your bed, hair sprawled around your head like a halo.

“You’re so perfect.” He finally lets out, head coming down again kissing your inner thighs. “So fucking perfect, I can’t wait to fuck you, angel. Been dreaming about this since the first time.”

You whimper at his words, lifting your hips, coaxing him to give you what you want. He complies, mouthing over your clothed sex. You let out a loud whine, telling him to just please eat you out already. Which he does, kissing your already swollen clit before he’s pressing his tongue against him, flat as he licked you languidly, seeming pleased with the way you moaned as he did so. He pressed one finger inside of you, moving it in rhythm with his tongue. He sucked hard on your bud, making you whimper as he inserted another finger inside of you. His mouth left you as he watched you trembling in your bed, his hand pounding on you.

“You taste so good, angel. Do you know that? You’re being so good for me, doing so well. Come for me, baby, I want to taste you as you scream.”

“Namjoon!” you moan his name, clenching around his fingers as his mouth sucks at your pussy hard, his eyes locked with yours, watching you come undone with his mouth and fingers alone.

As you lay there, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath, he slides up until his eyes are level with yours again, moving the hair stuck to your face away with his fingers. You reach your head out for his mouth, kissing him hungrily when you see the tent in his jeans again. “There’s condoms in the top drawer.”

He reaches for it, kicking his jeans and boxers out at the same time. You lift yourself with your arms, watching him roll the condom down his length and your mouth water again.   

He settles himself between your legs, cradling your face between his hands again as he stares at you again.

“You’re really beautiful. Like, really really beautiful” he says hoarsely, his voice even more melodic than usual. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

You shiver hard in anticipation and you basically beg “Please, Joon.”  

He thrusts into you, and the stretch is so pleasurable you both moan at the same time. He tries to give you time to get used to it, but you’ve never been known for being patient, and soon after you’re moving your hips, basically riding him for underneath. The message gets across, and then he’s pounding into you, holding one of your legs over his shoulder.

Fuck.”  you curse, biting down on your lips to avoid screaming in ecstasy as he hits your sweet spot again and again. You’re already over sensitive from your previous orgasm, and you see a new one approaching soon. “More, Joon, please. I’m almost-”

“You feel so good, angel. You take my cock so well.” he pounds harder into you, deeper, grunting into your neck. “Can you come for me again? I want to feel you coming on my cock like a good girl.”

“I’m - fuck- Namjoon!

Your vision turns white as you climax again, losing track at what you’re saying and the volume of your voice. Namjoon’s mouth finds your again, moaning your name as he too finishes, you’re still clenching yourself around him as you milk him, you both still riding the aftershocks of your orgasms.

He leans his forehead against yours. “Fuck, that was… fuck.”

You laugh, understanding completely. Getting up, he walks to your bathroom to get rid of the condom as you just stay there unable to move, just your eyes following his naked figure. He comes back with a warm damp towel, laying down next to you and cleaning all the bodily fluids that had coated you in the midst of probably the best sex of your life.

After he deems you clean enough, he pushes your pink duvet on top of you both. You turn on your side, facing him. He has a strange look on his face as he watches you attentively.

You trace his face with the tip of your fingers, since the outlines of his forehead, down to the slope of his nose, his full lips, his sharp jawline, his dimples, showing as he smiles rather shyly at you, his hands caressing softly your waist, helping ground you again on earth.

“You’re really handsome.” you hear yourself say, just like he did before he fucked you exhausted. “Are you feeling a little less stressed? Did it help?”

He nods, cheeks flushed pink faintly. “Yes, this helped. But I’m still really tired, you were right. Maybe I should go home.”

You lift your head to look at the Totoro-shaped clock on your bedside table. “It’s past 1am, Joon. You can stay, I don’t mind. I like cuddling, though, that’s the condition. You have to be the big spoon.”

He blinks, cheeks even more blushed. “I- yeah- I like cuddles too cuddles are cool. Are you sure it’s okay if I stay? I don’t want to intrude, It’s totally cool you if you don’t want me to, I can call a taxi in like five  secon-.”

Snuggling closer to him, you make yourself the little spoon, bringing his arm around your waist and making him go silent in the process. In this position, you can’t see his face as you interrupt him, already sleepy. “Is okay, that was the best fuck of my life, I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning.”

He seemed to hesitate for a second, but then you can feel his nose nuzzle your hair. “Okay then, goodnight angel.”

Almost sleeping, you reply with a Goodnight Joonie. or at least you think you do, too exhausted to keep being coherent. You fall asleep with his arms around you, and the smell of his musky perfume on your sheets.

Which is okay, you manage to think before giving in to unconsciousness. Because it’s just a casual thing.

Sure.

Stutterin' Pete {Pt. 1} •Peter Parker x Reader•

After the events of Civil War…. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter returns from Germany late at night from the airport after the big fight in Civil War. You knew he was coming back from his “College Scouting Trip” so, you showed up at him and May’s apartment, Peter isn’t home yet so May says you can wait for him in his room. You’d fallen asleep by the time Peter gets home and notices you’ve fallen asleep in his bed. 

Part one…? Maybe more?

Second Part: Pt. 2 


Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy


Peter never understood it. He wasn’t entirely sure he ever would. Mr. Stark had never taken the time out to explain exactly why he was fighting Captain America. What could possibly tear the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes, the team who had saved not only New York but the whole world not once but twice… He was getting off topic again…. But the question still remained, what could possibly tear them apart? 

He suspected it had something to do with the dude with the metal arm. Which was wicked… He had heard something Tony said to Cap… 

“You did that when you signed.” Cap had said. Signed what?

“You’re gunna turn Barnes over and you’re gunna come with us. Because it’s us.” 

The whole situation made Peter feel like he was behind a wall of foggy glass, able to see but not necessarily getting a clear view of the situation. That wasn’t Mr. Stark’s intentions in the first place. He didn’t recruit him so he could be a part of the debate, he recruited him so he could web up those who had sided with Cap and keep his distance. Still… he wanted to know things. 


Aunt May was asleep on the couch when Peter opened the door, he watched his movements carefully after seeing her sleeping figure, turning slowly to remove his keys and push the door shut, flicking the bolt across once more. David Bowie was singing Moonage Daydream in his ears through his earbuds as he drifted over to the couch, turned off the tv and pulled a blanket over his beloved aunt’s small sleeping figure, glasses askew, he slipped them off her face and placed them on the table. 

“G’night, May.” He muttered tiredly as he turned heading down the hall towards his room. The briefcase containing his new suit and the backpack on his shoulders seemed to weigh five tons by the time he pushed the door open and dropped it all on the floor. Hoisting the Stark Tech briefcase onto his desk with a thud, he retrieved the key from his key ring and the case hissed releasing air. 

“Peter?” He nearly jumped out of his skin slamming his upper body down onto the briefcase sealing it once more. His neck hair standing on end from the delayed “Spidey sense”. The dim lamplight had betrayed him not allowing him to see your curled up figure on the lower bunk bed. 

“Jesus, Y/N!” He gasped yanking his earbuds out of his ears. 

“Sorry.” Your sleeping figure sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked up at him, his eyes riddled with shock, curiosity and what looked like panic. 

“Wh-What are y-you doing here?” He asked 

“I was waiting for you. I knew you were coming home tonight.” You said feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks. “May let me in.” You felt the need to add stating that you were in fact invited in and hadn’t climbed in through his window. 

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NEIGHBOURS(2)

TITLE -  Neighbours (One shot)

WARNINGS - SMUT , orgasm denial , ice play , mutual masturbation , NSFW PIC

WORDS -  1.8 k +

A/N -   TAW  @supersoldierslover  you are my everything . Thank you so much.

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NEIGHBOURS 1 

“Mmmm Fuck , your lips do look pretty around my cock .”,he pushed the wet hair strands from your face and took your hair into his hands .

“Open your mouth wider Y/N .”, he pushed his cock further down your throat .  You moaned around him as you widened your jaw . It was stinging but you didn’t care. He was twitching in your mouth and you knew he was close.

You moved your head side to side and took him until his hair at the bottom tickled your nose. You gagged around him sending vibrations through his cock . His grip on your hair tightened .

“Fuck Fuck Fuck Hmmm Y/N.”, he moaned   as you massaged his balls and licked his the sides of his dick  .  You looked up to meet his eyes . His mouth open in pleasure and an innocent look in his eyes .

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Stutterin’ Pete {1}  -Peter Parker x Reader-

After the events of Civil War….

Part 1!

Fandom: Marvel / Marvel MCU / Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter returns from Germany late at night from the airport after the big fight in Civil War. You knew he was coming back from his “College Scouting Trip” so, you showed up at him and May’s apartment, Peter isn’t home yet so May says you can wait for him in his room. You’d fallen asleep by the time Peter gets home and notices you’ve fallen asleep in his bed.

Warnings?: None.

Second Part: Pt. 2 

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Peter never understood it. He wasn’t entirely sure he ever would. Mr. Stark had never taken the time out to explain exactly why he was fighting Captain America. What could possibly tear the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes, the team who had saved not only New York but the whole world not once but twice… He was getting off topic again…. But the question still remained, what could possibly tear them apart? 

He suspected it had something to do with the dude with the metal arm. Which was wicked… He had heard something Tony said to Cap…

“You did that when you signed.” Cap had said. Signed what?

“You’re gunna turn Barnes over and you’re gunna come with us. Because it’s us.”

The whole situation made Peter feel like he was behind a wall of foggy glass, able to see but not necessarily getting a clear view of the situation. That wasn’t Mr. Stark’s intentions in the first place. He didn’t recruit him so he could be a part of the debate, he recruited him so he could web up those who had sided with Cap and keep his distance. Still… he wanted to know things.

Aunt May was asleep on the couch when Peter opened the door, he watched his movements carefully after seeing her sleeping figure, turning slowly to remove his keys and push the door shut, flicking the bolt across once more. David Bowie was singing Moonage Daydream in his ears through his earbuds as he drifted over to the couch, turned off the tv and pulled a blanket over his beloved aunt’s small sleeping figure, glasses askew, he slipped them off her face and placed them on the table.

“G’night, May.” He muttered tiredly as he turned heading down the hall towards his room. The briefcase containing his new suit and the backpack on his shoulders seemed to weigh five tons by the time he pushed the door open and dropped it all on the floor. Hoisting the Stark Tech briefcase onto his desk with a thud, he retrieved the key from his key ring and the case hissed releasing air.

“Peter?” He nearly jumped out of his skin slamming his upper body down onto the briefcase sealing it once more. His neck hair standing on end from the delayed “Spidey sense”. The dim lamplight had betrayed him not allowing him to see your curled up figure on the lower bunk bed.

“Jesus, Y/N!” He gasped yanking his earbuds out of his ears.

“Sorry.” Your sleeping figure sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked up at him, his eyes riddled with shock, curiosity and what looked like panic.

“Wh-What are y-you doing here?” He asked

“I was waiting for you. I knew you were coming home tonight.” You said feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks. “May let me in.” You felt the need to add stating that you were in fact invited in and hadn’t climbed in through his window.

“O-oh.” He said. You squinted against the darkness trying to make out more of his figure. So far, it was mainly just his outline. You reached over searching for the chain to pull to turn on his lamp.

“No!” He exclaimed but your fingers were already pulling. The light switched on and you gasped.

“Oh my god!” Your mouth dropped open “Peter!”

“Shh!” He hissed dropped a hand onto your mouth. “You’ll wake up May.” He said lowering himself onto the bed beside you. His face was bruised. He had a black eye and a bruise on his cheek.

“What happened to you? Did you get mugged?” You demanded as he lowered his hand, he laughed.  

“No, I got in a bit of a fight, actually.” He said a hint of pride in his voice.

“You seem pretty proud of yourself.” You said bitterly angered by Peter’s uncharacteristic behaviour. “Did you win?” You asked after a beat.

“Well,” He said pride evaporating. “Not entirely.” He reflected on the aftermath of the fight at the airport. Yeah, they had arrested everyone on Cap’s team besides Cap himself and the one they seemed to be after with the metal arm. James Barnes? Does that count as a win?

“Want me to get you some ice?” You asked gently holding his chin maneuvering his face gently to assess the damage. He winced a little but didn’t protest.

“No, I think I’ll be-”

“Well, I think ice would be good for that eye. I’ll be right back.”


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When you returned from the kitchen with an icepack wrapped in a hand towel, Peter was leaning on his headboard, his one hand covering the purple eye. He looked cozy otherwise in his maroon Midtown hoodie and old jeans, his legs pulled up to his chest. You walked over, nudging his knee. He scooted over.

“Here.” You handed the ice pack over, he took it muttering a tired thanks.

“So, are you going to tell me who hit you? Do you know?” You asked he chuckled, the corner of his mouth jerking up.

“Yeah.” He said “Yeah. I know him.”

“Who was it?” You asked his face paled, his smirk dropping.

“Y-you woul- wouldn’t kn-know him.” he stuttered out.

“Oh yeah? Why?” She asked

“He’s from Brooklyn.” He said shrugging, shifting the ice pack from his eye to the purple bruise on his cheek.

“What were you doing in Brooklyn?” You asked

“W-Well…” He thought about it “My taxi driver needed to stop for gas. I went in to get a soda and he jumped me.”

“Who jumped you? What was his name?” You asked

“Steve. Can you stop giving me the third degree now, Detective?” He raised his dark brows.

“Yeah…” You said embarrassed “Sorry, it’s just seeing you hurt really scares me.” You admitted lowering your head. “That, and I kind of missed my dorky best friend while he was away.”

“I’m fine, Y/N.” He assured you. “C’mere.” He said pulling up the covers, holding out his arm. “I’m back.” You smiled and slouched forward dropping your head onto his chest. He grumbled adjusting to accommodate your body. He grumbled.

“Am I hurting you?” You asked

“N-No.” He said. Wrapping your arms around his torso you held him tightly.

“Pete?” You whispered after a moment.

“Hmm?” he hummed you look up noticing his head was leaned back, his hand lazily holding the ice pack against his face. His eyes were closed.

“Nevermind.” You muttered lowering your head back onto his warm chest.

“Mmkay.” He said he rubbed your back it was a few moments before his movements slowed and stopped completely, his breathing steadied. You looked up and noticed he was asleep. His lips slightly parted.

“Goodnight, Peter.” You leaned up and kissed him on his cheek, right on the bruise. “I missed you.”

Polar Opposites (Part 2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: First Person/Reader’s
Warning: Contains swearing!!

A/N: Hi everyone! I enjoyed writing this request so much! I have used 2 quotes from 2 books/movies that I am totally in love with. The first person who can pick up those 2 quotes and tell me where they were from can get a cookie! LMAO. Anyway, enjoy everyone! I hope you have fun reading this as much as I did writing it.

Request: I was wondering if you could do a part two to Polar Opposites where Zach and Y/N meet in their late-twenties. Zach is living out his dream and Y/N is stuck being an accountant but Zach helps her to chase her own dreams?

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I sat around the long table inside the conference room. It has already been 3 years since I’ve graduated from university and now, I’m already an Accounting Executive for a huge firm.

My dad was obviously ecstatic when I landed this job after just a few months of graduating. Of course I was happy too, since I made my parents proud but sometimes, I just couldn’t help but miss writing. I can’t really do those things anymore since I don’t have the time. I just wonder sometimes what my life would be like, if I went with that route instead.

“Y/N.” my boss calls for me and I turn to face him.

“Yes Mr. Smith?” I reply softly.

“We have a new client from a new firm, and the board and I have decided that you’d be the perfect person for him to talk to.” he says with a smile.

“M-me? But Sir, I’m just an Accounting Executive and I–” I reply but my boss cuts me off.

“All you have to do, is to get him to sign this contract.” he says as he hands me a black folder with the contract inside it. “If you succeed with this task, you will be promoted to Chief Finance Officer.” he adds, my eyes widen is shock and my lips form an O.

“Chief Finance Officer? CFO?” I ask bewildered.

“Yes, CFO. Why? Don’t you want to be a CFO?” he asks as he crosses his arms in front of his chest with a mischievous grin on his face.

“No, no, I’d be honored sir! I’ll do my best to get him to sign this contract!” I say with a huge grin plastered on my face.

“Good. Alright, good afternoon everyone, meeting adjourned.” he says and the people in the room begin to disperse.

Just as I was about to leave the conference room, my boss calls out for my name once again.

“Oh Y/N!” he says while fixing a few folders on the table.

“Yes Sir?” I say as I turn to face him.

“Your first task is to meet the client; you’ll be having lunch with him at 1 o'clock today.” he says as he shuts his laptop and turns the projector off.

“Sir? 1 o'clock? That’s in 30 minutes!” I exclaim as I look at my wristwatch.

“Well, I guess you better hurry then, shouldn’t you?” he replies with the same mischievous grin on his face again and I give him a nervous chuckle.

“I’ll go ahead then sir, thank you so much for the opportunity once again.” I say as I hastily open the door and leave.

I run to my office and organize the papers on my desk quickly. I take my purse along with the black folder which had the contract in it. I was hoping that I can already get the contract signed during lunch which would make things easier for me and our firm.

I arrive at a little Thai restaurant which was hidden in the corners of town. I checked the time and it was already 1:08pm. Fuck, I thought to myself, I’m late. I make my way quickly out of the cab and straighten out my outfit just before I enter the small restaurant. I walked up to the receptionist with a smile.

“Hi! Reservation under…” I begin to ask.

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14 - Steve/Tony, post-CW or CW-compliant would be preferable, but an AU is fine.

(For clarity’s sake, Tony and Pepper were never together in this. Actually, just assume Iron Man 3 doesn’t happen for my peace of mind, or move it down the timeline after TWS. OK, and a little bit of a warning, even though it might be overzealous. This fic deals a bit with my personal headcanon that both Steve Rogers and Tony Stark have issues with obsession/fixation, and this isn’t exactly a positive spin on that. SO. Some of the ways they think might be a little eh?!?! if you weren’t prepared, but now you are!)

I Was A Fool

1. (Do you remember I searched you out? How I climbed your city walls.)

Tony watches him at the railing for a long time, one hand wrapped around the tumbler of whiskey and one hand half reaching for the panel that would open the sliding doors leading outside. “How long has he been out there, J?” he asks softly.

There’s something about the angle of Steve’s body as he leans over the railing. Something about the curve of his neck as he stares down at the street. Something about the arch of his feet, neither planted on the ground. Unsteady, the engineer in him thinks. Ready to fall-

“Two hours, sir,” JARVIS answers, and Tony thinks of the two hours he’s just spent in his bed, waking up from nightmare after nightmare, waking up and drifting off until they all became one big long terror.

He had given up and headed for the nearest source of alcohol when he saw Steve standing at the ledge of the balcony, leaning. The light of the moon and the city have washed him out, the gold of his hair gone silver and his pale skin gone white. He looks like a statue. Screw it, he thinks, and heads outside.

Steve must hear the door hiss, throwing a cursory glance over his shoulder and tensing when he sees Tony. They still haven’t quite managed to get along, even after the epic bonding experience that was an alien invasion. “Late night or early morning for you?” he asks gruffly.

“I like that you think I went to bed at all,” Tony quips, wondering at the strangely coaxing tone to his voice. “What about you, Cap? This isn’t cramping into your five AM wake up call?”

Steve shrugs. “Thought I might skip it.”

There’s another joke on the edge of his tongue, but instead Tony just wanders over until he’s right beside Cap. He sees blue eyes flicker down to his glass and then back up, but Steve says nothing, which leaves him oddly disappointed. Not like he had wanted someone to be here in the communal floor when there was a bottle of Jack in the workshop, not like he wanted someone to look at him and say oh, Tony, you don’t need that. It might have been nice though, just to hear. 

Leaving the talking to Tony, then. That’s okay. Tony can do talking.

“Lot has changed, I bet,” he says, gesturing out to the city. 

“Well,” Steve says, clearing his throat when the one word comes out choked. “I never much had the chance to see it from this view.”

“Still, doesn’t mean you don’t-” Tony says, because he is good at talking, but he is not good at knowing where and what not to talk about. “What are you doing out here, anyway?”

“Like you said. A lot has changed.” It doesn’t sound agreeable, or even kind. It’s miserable, Steve’s voice, and angry. 

“I figure building’s are the least of your worries there, Cap,” Tony says.

Steve is quiet for a long moment. “You’re probably right. I just - remember things a lot differently. Sometimes I have to remind myself that it isn’t…like that anymore.”

“How well do you remember it?”

“Perfectly,” Steve whispers. Then, to Tony: “I always had a good memory, but after the serum-”

“Photographic,” Tony finishes. He takes a swallow of his drink and lets it burn all the way down, finds his lips curling up against his will. “Sucks, doesn’t it?”

“What?” Steve says, looking at him for the first time. 

Tony tries to smooth out his sneer into something normal, something not so bitter. Tries not to show Yinsen’s body going slack or the dark of space or the ripples of water as he drowned over and over in his face. “I mean. Useful, right? It’s useful. Plans, schematics, there at the back of your mind forever, but sometimes. Not so good.”

He thinks Steve sees it all in his face anyway, because his eyes go a little soft and more than a little pained. “Yeah,” he says. “Sometimes.” And Steve’s seen friends slip between his fingers, too. Steve’s seen death, too.

“Sometimes I have nightmares,” Tony says out to the sky. “But. They’re just memories.”

Steve shifts a little closer. “Yeah,” the soldier agrees again. Then, seemingly apropos of nothing: “I hate the cold.”

“I wish you had a glass so I could toast to that. Deserts are fucking freezing at night.” Not as cold as, oh, being frozen alive, but still. “Water. On my face.”

“The window broke first thing on the plane,” Steve agrees, and this conversation of half-filled fears is less gruesome than it has any right to be. Tony almost finds himself smiling in the brief seconds he isn’t wondering what the hell Fury was thinking, putting this team together. The Island of Misfit Toys was a part of fiction for a reason.

“You know,” he says. “It’s not all gone.” When Steve raises an eyebrow, he gestures out at the city. “New Yorkers are nostalgia-ridden fools, near as I can tell. Never tear anything down. They just built around it. Or on top, more likely, I guess, there’s not just excessive amounts of space here. But they make something new of out it. The old, I mean.”

Steve looks at him for a long time, then back out at the city. “You figure?”

“Yeah, sure,” Tony says. “I mean, c’mon, you know better than me. The Chrysler Building. And that one over there-”

“It was there, back then-”

“Yeah, so, and it’s still there, but look at that line there, they added on, brand spanking new. Hey, come here, sit down with me, I’m getting creaky in my old age-”

“So dramatic,” Steve huffs, but he releases his death grip on the railing and they sit, legs through the slots as they look out at the city, still looking at building. “It was an insurance company in my day.”

“Cell phones now,” Tony corrects, and Steve looks at him dubiously, and they’re off, cataloging the differences, the similarities, and he never thought of using buildings as metaphors - left that up to architects who waxed philosophic about arches and singers who sang uncomfortably intimate songs about their hometowns - but it seems to be working now so he sticks with it.

Tony puts his drink down. When he and Steve are finally through talking, barely getting words through their yawns, he stands, leaving it out there, completely forgotten.

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Your Boss is Who? Part 5

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Y/N has telekinetic powers, not that she has told Tony anything about them. At night, she sneaks off, constantly searching for criminals to fight. Since she met Spider-Man, they’ve become close even without knowing each other’s identity. When Tony introduces her to the latest Avenger, things get interesting.

Word count: 1,466

Warnings: language 

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd


Hell hath no fury like a father who just found out that his daughter has been shot. When that father is Tony Stark, hell better be ready for a shit storm like never before. The second those words left his mouth the conference room erupted. Peter shot up from his seat, following after Tony, who ignored everyone’s questions, as he left the room.

“Mr. Stark! What did they say? Is Y/N okay?” Peter hurried into the elevator with Tony, receiving no response as Tony flipped through the building’s security footage.

Peter glanced over Tony’s shoulder in time to see you slip out of the building and disappear from the camera’s sight, “Where did she go?” Tony asked to no one in particular, shoving his phone back into his pocket. The elevator doors opened to the garage, Tony hurried to one of the cars with Peter still on his tail.

“Sir, can I come along?”

Tony paid him no mind as he slipped into the driver’s seat.

“Please.” Looking back at him, Tony raised a brow at the panic he saw in Peter’s eyes.

“Fine.”

Peter had barely gotten himself into the seat before Tony threw the car into gear, speeding out of the garage and down the street. Tony glanced at Peter before scolding him, “Put your seat belt on!”


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Captain America 76th Anniversary Celebration Post

The very first Captain America comic has a release date of March 1941, so in order to celebrate the 76th Anniversary of our beloved Steven Grant Rogers, I have asked Tumblr users to submit their favorite Cap comic panels, art, quotes, pictures, meta, gifs, and/or write-ups on what Captain America means to them. And here is what Cap’s fans have to say… (please feel free to reblog and add your own favorite Steve Rogers moments, etc. to this post).

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Pressure: Part Two

Part One

Bucky Barnes x Reader

                                                    Summary:

For nearly two years you were classified as Bucky Barnes’ Best Friend, but a sudden change of living arrangements in the summer heat changed the whole game plan. (I suck at summaries)

Words: 3,257

Notes: Fluff, Angst

Let me know what you think :)

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