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You Have No Idea

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the Reader go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, the Reader is curious as to why he is there.

Word Count: 1,930

Warnings: language, fluff, adorableness, talk of powers, annoying Tony, shy reader (bc I’m trash). (Err, that’s it?)

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!


Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.

Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.

Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.

It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.

Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.

The one named, Peter Parker.

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Wanna Bet? (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!reader

PART II  |  PART III

Word Count: 2,782

Summary: Working as a private tutor at the most prestigious university in the region, you had to put up with a lot of bratty kids. Though none were as bad as Park Jimin. Just as your luck would have it, you’ve been assigned to be his full-time tutor for the year….great. After many failed attempts to get his grades up, Jimin comes up with a bet to raise his marks. What’s the worst that can happen, right?

A/N - This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!


You were grateful for this job, you really were. Some days, it was just really hard to be grateful. You worked at the wealthiest, all boys university this side of the country. You’re a private tutor, working with a maximum of five students a year. Things have been going well for you, you’re known as the best tutor at the school, so parents are flocking to you to help their precious spoiled brats. Hey, at least the money is decent.

Your whole week, scratch that, year has gone downhill the moment you get a call from the Dean.

“Y/n? Yes, hello. We’re going to need you to take on a student full time at the start of the new school year. I know this is a lot, so the pay will be increased, and you won’t have to take any other students. You will be tutoring five days a week for this student. Can you do it?”

“Um, yes, I don’t see why not…” growing a little curious as to why the dean himself is contacting you, you ask, “who is the student, Sir?”

“Park Jimin.” Shit.

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Star spangled brushwork

Summary: You need help painting your apartment, and the weather and Bucky Barnes are both hot. Sniping and sexy times ensue.

Characters: Bucky x Reader
Word count: 3,220
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY. Seriously. If you’re not of legal age, go away, this is not for you.

A/N: It’s my first attempt at smut and smut is hard (no pun intended). Any advice and/ or feedback is always more than welcome. 

Originally posted by maddiekittenlover

After years of saving pennies, working multiple jobs, and one too many nights of boxed wine and Ramen noodles, you had finally, finally, saved enough money for a down payment to buy your own apartment. Sure it was small and on the top floor of an elevator-less building, but it was yours, and that’s what mattered.

In a bid to save money like a responsible homeowner, you also decided to paint the place yourself, and with a little cajoling and a little blackmail concerning that time you filmed him singing ‘Beauty and the Beast’ while he made a PB&J, Bucky grudgingly agreed to help as well.

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it hurts until it doesn’t pt. 2

Pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: angst

Word Count: 5,375

A/N: PLEASE DO NOT ASK ME ABOUT IF AND WHEN I WILL UPDATE THIS SERIES. THANKS

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

part 1 part 2

“Y/N! Will you please stop texting and tell me if this mirror is straight?” Yoongi called out impatiently from the living room.

“Someone’s cranky,” you tease from your newly shared bedroom. You were were careful not to knock over the hours worth of unpacking stacked neatly around you.

He was staring at the wall, absent-mindedly running his finger across his lips as he always did when he was thinking. You had never seen a man that deep in thought about an inanimate object. The sound of your camera clicking makes him turn around, the look on his face sending a smile across yours.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, pouting at your enjoyment.

“I’ve never seen someone hang a mirror so seriously before.”

He turns around and focuses back on the gilded frame in front of him, “This is our first apartment together, Y/N. I want to make sure it’s perfect.”

You stare at him quietly, taking in the moment in front of you. Yoongi was never one for sentiment. He was a serious man, but deep down he there was a softness. A softness that he only let you see in brief glimpses, catching you off guard every time he does.

“It’s perfect,” you whisper as you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Can I take a photo of us?” he asks, pulling out his phone from the pocket of his hoodie.

You nod as you bury your face in the back of his neck, taking deep breaths of the mixture of cologne and sweat and shampoo. You smile, wishing you could live in this moment forever.

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with Asama Jinja.

Remember Me: Part 2

A Bucky x Reader / Drabble Series

Part One

A/N: I started this series with every intention of posting once a week. But, OF COURSE work always fucks my life up. So here is part two. Please know I have every intention of trying to keep this updated regularly, but please don’t hate me if I don’t. Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue. ♥♥♥

Other Characters: Steve

Word Count: 1,269

Warnings:
- language, maybe?

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Your unconsciousness subsided at some point, although you couldn’t exactly pinpoint the exact moment; the loud whirring of a helicopter’s blades invaded your ears, filling your brain with a buzzing sound.  It was muted, your brain still fuzzy from the action that went down however long ago. Your eyes fluttered open long enough to see a blurry figure hovering above you, your head on his lap. His fingers were stroking your hair, and you locked eyes with him for a brief moment, before you lazily closed them again. You were so weak, and it took so much effort just to keep them open.

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also a very quick scribble to celebrate how much I love the companions’ ability to injure themselves without any reason. xD

I’ve seen Deacon do it quite a bit in Nuka World (falling from elevators and stuff), but the most recent case was when I was heading to the exit of Nuka-Galaxy (feeling quite sick because yay simulation sickness) when suddenly I heard from behind a clang that was very definitely a garbage can, and then Deacon yelling ‘Ow ow OOOWWW’. I couldn’t help but laugh haha. I’m glad I didn’t see what he actually did to manage to hurt himself with the garbage can because it opens up lots of possibilities. ^u^

I don’t enjoy the idea of the companions getting hurt but the game mechanics just sometimes make it very hilarious. How. How did you hurt yourself walking through an empty room I don’t understand.

@sixpenceee GLITCH IN THE MATRIX POST!!

So a year or so ago, my aunt gave birth to a little girl. Obviously, me and my mother decided to visit them at the hospital. When we arrived there, we entered the building and took the elevator. I pressed the button, and when I got out, I started walking towards the room. 

My mom was walking behind me the whole time, and I wasn’t paying much attention to the fact that she was completely silent. But once I entered the room and said hello to my aunt and congratulated her for giving birth, my mom asked me how I knew which floor, and which room her sister was in.

She never told me they were at the second floor, and she never told me they were in the fourth room on my right. And I started getting really pale when she told me this was the first time we went at that hospital.

“Troop Leader” Part 2

Summary: How will you handle a broken heart and an over protective father?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, angst

Word Count: 585

A/N: welcome to part 2! lets see how this goes. my permanent taglist is open and so is the series! my summaries suck. this is just to get things rolling. the next part will be longer.

Part 1


Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Bucky kept coming down to buy cookies. He almost bought a whole entire table, but you convinced him to stop. He needed to stay fit for missions, even if his metabolism was as face as a race car. You would shy away from his advances and them change the subject when he would try to ask you out. You could never say yes.

You were in a happy relationship. Taylor, your boyfriend, was the perfect gentleman. He opened doors, pulled out chairs, and kept his hand on your lower back. He was absolutely amazing, and what you felt for Bucky confused you. His 40’s charm along with his beautiful face made you question everything, but you knew you were in love with Taylor. You guys even talked about marriage.

Leaving the tower, you headed back to your shared apartment. Taylor had been gone one business for his job all week and you missed him terribly. That is probably the explanation for your misguided feelings. Right?

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Work Comes Home - Part 7

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution. 

Words: Approx. 9950

Author’s Note: Hi, I’m sorry this took so long, but I really hope you like it. It wouldn’t have been possible without @ourforgottenboleros, @secretschuylersister and @gratitudejoyandsorrow for reading it over. Also, all you writers who are creating amazing content every single day, thank you for being inspirational. 

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Disclaimer: Obviously, the overall story timeline is a little weird, it takes a while to publish a book, but we’re condensing that time for the purpose of the story. Also let me know if there’s any mistakes, I definitely got lazy editing.

Warnings: Some swearing

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Awkward (F)

Originally posted by defwang

REQUESTED: can I have a fluff/comedy scenario where Jackson is introducing you to got7? 

Reader (you) x Jackson ft members of got7

Word Count: 1262

Warnings: suggestive

note: here you go, my dear! this was requested awhile ago so i’m sorry for the long wait! happy reading and take care everyone! -admin


You’ve been dating Jackson for over a year now and you still haven’t met the members of GOT7. With them having a constant busy schedule, you always wondered when you were going to meet them. And Jackson always told you that he would take you to see his members but that never happened. You understood their busy schedule and you were fine with meeting the members anytime. As long as it doesn’t create a conflict with their schedules.

You were lounging around at home, with your pjs, sat on the couch. With a bag of chips laid on your lap and the TV on, you decided to have a lazy day and just relax. You did deserve a day without having to do any work, since you’ve worked so hard during the weekdays. Until, your phone rang loudly, interrupting your time to yourself.

“Hello?” You answered the phone, lowering the volume on the TV.

“Hey, babe. I’m bored.” Jackson replied through the phone.

“Is that why you called me?” You laughed at your boyfriend’s blunt comment. Usually, Jackson would call you to have long talks because he missed your voice. Other times, he would just rant about his days and complain how tiring his schedule was. But, today was a different day.

“Yes, can you come over to dorm?” Jackson asked through the phone. You could already picture his pouty face he would make when he wanted something. And of course, you would say yes.

“Sure, I’ll be there soon.” You stated as you hung up the phone and hopping off the couch. Changing to a rather decent clothing to go outside, you jumped onto a bus and made your way to dorm. After thirty minutes on the bus, you finally arrived at the street as you walked down the alleyway and stopped right in front of a grey building. You saw Jackson leaning on the side on the building waiting for you to arrive.

“Jackson.” You yelled, waving at him to get his attention. As soon as he saw your smiling face, he ran over to you to give you a hug.

“I missed you so much.” He said, breaking away from the hug.

“It’s only been a week, Jackson.” You smiled, punching him in the chest. “It’s not like you went on tour to actually miss me that badly.”

“Is it a crime to miss my girlfriend? Even though I saw her last week? Should I just give her space for a week?” Jackson questioned as he widened his eyes. You could see the playfulness starting to form from his joking matter.  

“No, you idiot.” You laughed at him. “I missed you too, no worries.”

Jackson’s high pitched laugh rang throughout the area as you both continued to joke around and entered the building. Taking the elevator up to dorm, he took you into his dorm to find it empty, without the members.

“Where’s the rest?” You asked as you entered the living room.

“They’re out buying some food. They just left so we have some time for ourselves.” Jackson stated as he plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. You let out a sigh as you sat down right next to Jackson, your head resting on his shoulder. For a moment, you two sat there in silence, watching TV. If Jackson was bored, why didn’t he just turn on the TV and watch something like you both were doing right now. But knowing your boyfriend, he wanted someone by his side to keep him company. And you were happy to keep him company for the time being.

Suddenly, Jackson nudged your head off in order for him to stand off and take off his sweater, revealing the black tank top he always wore underneath. You shook your head in disbelief, knowing classic Jackson took off his sweater whenever he wanted to show off his muscles. Or that was what most people assumed.

“What? I’m hot.” He said, throwing his sweater aside and sitting back down next to you.

You smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I know you’re hot. I’m a pretty lucky girl to score a guy like you.”

Jackson cutely smiled at you and then turned his attention to the TV. His hand rested on your thigh as his thumb started to draw circles, patterns that soothed you. You turned your head to look at him as his hands went further up, knowing full well what he wanted. But he kept his face straight when his hands rested dangerously close to your heat.

“Jackson, we can’t do this here.” You warned him, biting your lips. But you knew he wouldn’t listen to you. Jackson turned his head to look at you and leaned down so that his lips were close to yours.

“Shh,” He whispered, “No one will catch us.”

And with that, Jackson closed the gap between your face as you two started to kiss deeply. Jackson pushed you down on the couch, making you gasp as he took this opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth. You two were sharing a hot kiss, his lips moving in sync with yours. Jackson’s hands played with the hem of your shirt as he lifted it up slightly, exposing your stomach.

“Yah! Kids! Get off the couch.” You heard a voice yell. Jackson immediately let go of you as you propped yourself up, turning your head to meet the best leader, or that was what Jackson called him.

“You’re home!” Jackson beamed at Jaebum as he stood up from the couch to give him a hug. But as a chic leader, Jaebum rejected his hug and looked at your beet red face.

“Is this what you do with your girlfriend and we’re not home?” Jaebum raised his eyebrows as he walked towards you. You stood up from the couch awkwardly, fixing your shirt, as you bowed in greeting.

“We watch TV there, Jackson.” Jinyoung said as he came into the scene. “Now, I know why that couch smells funny. It’s because of you two.”

“Ewww!” Yugyeom yelled as he slapped Jackson on the chest. You watched as all of the members piled in the living room, staring at you and your flushed cheeks. This was not how you wanted to greet the members and it was embarrassing that the leader caught you two making out on the couch.

“Uh,” Jackson spoke up, scratching the back of his head, “This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

“Yeah, we figured.” Bambam said as he approached you, with his hand out. You took his hand, shaking it slightly as laughter filled the room. Although the atmosphere was awkward, the members one by one formally introduced themselves to you, forgetting the scene that happened earlier. And in return, you gave them a proper introduction of yourself.

“Now that is all settled, how about we eat?” Mark spoke up as he pointed towards the food in the kitchen.

“And maybe next time hyung,” Youngjae said as he slapped Jackson on the back, “Tell us when you’re bringing your girlfriend over so we don’t have to encounter that again.”

“He will, don’t worry.” You confirmed that statement, knowing full well you didn’t want to go through that embarrassment again. The members were nice enough to brush it off the whole night as you spent time with them, chatting and getting to know one another. Of course, the occasional teasing came up but you were happy to finally meet the members after a year of dating Jackson.


(THE ENDING OMG SORRY)

{ red velvet }

pairing: thomas jefferson x reader

t/w: slight daddy kink

tags: @toonerzchatz @promisesandmore @itsallexmallory @impala-moose @jaydiggs1218 @fierydaemon @slightlysouless @jzzyjones @wiindmill @whitestorm547 @hamilturnt @fearless-butter @littleblue5mcdork @arostrolgy @mcgrammer15 @fanagelbagel @mehrmonga @luna-lightwood-potter @strawbirby @21donutlover @alienboymax @hamilbroke @tailored-shirt-tails @wolfphantom-m @moonchildcharm @shadowthepiratecat @english-muffin-top @iamivyfeather @louisianaspell @lastfallenstar @thataudreydork @moonqueerr @niixxo @sarmar29 @a-mistake-tbh @notquiteanobsession @me-idiedforhim

a/n: okay so there’s no smut in this story but it’s implied. if you guys want the scenes i intended to put in the fic, i’ll post them separately. enjoy!

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three.

You had been seeing Thomas for about four months now. He was ever the gentleman and your arrangement was working out great. It was unconventional, but being with Thomas made it easier.

You were open and honest with one another. Despite it not being a real relationship, you still treated each other with the respect you both deserved.

Peggy was especially happy to hear about how well everything was going. In some strange way, she felt like a matchmaker.

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Under Fire- Yoongi(m)

Originally posted by lethargicmin

They say: “go big or go home.”

(m)- mature | word count: 3543 | Dom!Yoongi + Sub!Jimin


@yeum, @bangtanmacaroon, @jackoffjae, @chiminiipabo;))

request(s): Hello, i reaaaaallly love your smut stories! Can you do a studio sex with namjoon or yoongi? [+] Can you write a Suga smut, where you guys are at the studio, you try to get his attention but it doesn’t work, so you flirt with Jimin and you get punished [+] All I ask is Yoongi cuffs, whip, blindfold, thigh highs ;) 

a/n: guys things get a lil rough and really cray proceed with caution



He’d been ignoring you all damn day, giving short replies to your texts by telling you he’s at the studio. Busy, busy, always busy, always working. It’d been nearly two weeks since you’d been able to spend any alone time together, let alone any naughty time, and the craving for Yoongi to be buried deep inside of you has burned a hole in your chest, has ruined your favorite pair of panties while you lay in bed with one of his shirts, thinking about him.

About how lovely his hands would feel sinking into the curves of your body, gliding over your skin, down your stomach, between your legs… You’re desperate, eyelids fluttering closed when you rub your thighs together for some sort of friction that’s so unsatisfying compared to him it hurts. The only thing you can think about is him. He’d hardly come over, opting to stay in the dorms with the rest of the boys since it’s a great deal closer to the studio. He probably hasn’t been eating very well, if at all. And he definitely hasn’t been eating you. Which are both big problems.

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