called bathroom

  • Ten: [texting] thERE IS A SPIDER IN THE LIVING ROOM
  • Ten: I NAMED HIM JOHN
  • Johnny: why??
  • Ten: BECAUSE YOUR NAME IS JOHN AND YOU MAKE ME FEEL SAFE
  • Ten: WHILE SPIDERS SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME
  • Ten: SO I THOUGHT NAMING HIM JOHN WOULD MAKE EVERYTHING LESS SCARY
  • Johnny: I'm coming come
  • Johnny: enjoy your last minutes with John before I free him
  • Ten: thaNK YOU
Things I loved about Spider-Man: Homecoming:

-Peters video diary opening during Civil War.
-The soundtrack
-Literally anything Ned said or did.
-Peter saving the cat from the fire too.
-The cheesy videos Cap had to make for detention and gym class.
-“Yeah he’s kind of a war criminal now, but the video is state required.”
-Tony on screen is always a good thing.
-Spidey trying to use web shooters in the suburbs.
-DONALD GLOVER
- “No thanks, I don’t want to celebrate something built by slaves.”
-Marisa Tomei as Aunt May
-the diversity was pretty nice
-Him naming the suit lady Karen
-“Yeah Spider-man!”
-“Yeah Iron-man!”
-“If you really cared you would actually be here!” *Tony steps out of suit*
-The ‘I survive NYC’ shirt with hello kitty pj pants. -Michelle drawing people in distress.
-THE PLOT TWIST
-Peter during all the hoco pictures
-“I’m watching…. uh… porn?”
-Ned when he used the web shooter and saved peter.
-Tom Holland’s acting when the build collapsed on Peter.
-Peter not needing the fancy suit to still be a hero.
-“Actually, my friends call me MJ.”
-The bathroom scene with Happy and Peter.
-PEPPER POTTS
-Possibly Pepper and Tony engagement??
-Aunt May in the end.
-THE LAST AFTER CREDIT SCENE

Getting Called Gay
  • Jeremy: It's a sign up sheet for getting called gay
  • Michael: *winks and breaks the fourth wall* Sign us right the fuck up. Cause his gay ass, boy lemme tell ya
Good Girls Go Bad

Set in the 40’s. Y/N was your stereotypical girl next door, growing up in the apartment right across the hall from James Buchanan Barnes. She had always been the shy, reserved girl; she was the complete opposite of the enigmatic ladies man. Despite their proximity, she was sure that he didn’t even know she existed. What happens when they run into one another during a night out on the town? Is just one night all it really takes? 

Word Count: 3,408

Warnings: swearing, smut


Originally posted by evanstansource


You sighed, adjusting your dress as you gazed into the mirror. Even though it was still rather conservative, you couldn’t help but notice that it was more revealing than you were used to. The neckline plunged rather low, the collar fastened with a bow that drew attention to your cleavage. The waist was cinched, showing off your figure. Paired with the red heels that your friends had chosen for you, you were looking like a regular bombshell. Your friends had insisted that you go out with them tonight. You had turned them down too many times. They said that now, of all days, you had to accompany them. The newest army recruits would be shipping out tomorrow, and it was sure to be a lively night.

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Secrets (trans!peter)


For @chase-is-not-crash

PART TWO

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“Crap crap crap crap crap.”

Peter, in full Spider Man costume, dropped onto a roof and ducked behind an AC unit, holding his right arm tight to his chest.

It hurt, oh man it hurt and he could hardly draw a breath between the pain and his binder was too tight today and honestly he thought he might pass out if he couldn’t get laying down somewhere safe. But on this side of the city he was minimum twenty minutes of swinging, and close to an hour taxi ride from the safety of Aunt Mays apartment.

Too far.

He dropped his head back against the AC unit and tried to suck in a deep breath, tried not to scream when everything seized up. His arm, his chest…this was a horrible day.

And he was late for his injection, which made everything worse. He was supposed to take it last night, and had passed out exhausted before he remembered and then had ran out the door late to school and now here he was several hours later.

“What’s up, Spidey?” A deep voice startled him, but not as much as the red and black masked face that poked around the corner. “I’m sensing a damsel in distress.”

“Go away, Deadpool.” Peter flinched behind his mask at the ‘damsel’ comment. “I’m fine.”

Liar!” Deadpool crowed and moved to kneel in front of him. “Who knew our friendly neighborhood Spider Man lied like a fat kid stealing cake?”

“Please.” Peter bit out. “Please. Leave.”

“Hey.” Deadpool’s voice dropped, softened. “You’re not alright, alright? Plus you’re like twelve, and I just can’t leave a twelve year old superhero alone and hurting on the roof somewhere. Where’s your dad?”

“Who–”

“The Iron Giant.” Deadpool said impatiently. “I heard he looks out for you.”

“Don’t want him to know.” Peter was starting to feel a little lightheaded, lack of oxygen and the pain radiating up his arm making him dizzy. “And I’m not twelve.”

“Well you certainly aren’t eighteen.” Deadpool looked around, then seemed to come to a decision. “Well, I live close by, want to come to my place? We can get you patched up and–”

No!” Peter blurted. “I mean, no. No thank you.”

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Oh Shit
  • Jenna Rolan: I know what you're doing Michael! I know what everyone's doing--ALL THE TIME!
  • Michael: *starts nervously shaking* fuck.. *whispers* just don't tell him I'm into him.
  • Jeremy: *on the side* Huh?
  • Michael: MIND YOUR DAMN BUISINESS!

Jack helped Les dye his hair hot pink without consulting any adult or sibling and Davey almost had a heart attack when he saw.

2

The minute he enters your room, Charles notices a definite change in the atmosphere. He can’t tell if it’s good or bad. “(y/n)?”

“In here,” your voice calls from the bathroom. Charles follows your voice to see you standing at the counter, brushing your hair. He smiles at you fondly and leans in the doorway.

That’s when he notices it. Notices what’s different.

You aren’t blocking him from your mind today. After a year of knowing each other, (y/n) finally trusts him enough to let him in.

“I can feel you in my mind, Charles,” you say softly but not accusingly, turning to face the man.

His face reddens slightly. “Sorry. I won’t if-”

“No,” you cut him off. “It’s okay. I want you to look. Well I don’t exactly want you to, but…you can.” You step forward and take his hand in yours. “I trust you.”

The corner of his mouth twitches up in a smile, and he brings his hand up to cup your cheek. “Are you sure?” At your nod, he moves his hand up instead so his fingers are on your temple. You watch as his eyes flutter shut, and you close yours too.

He sees your childhood: You running from bullies in the school yard, and then a teenage you running away from an abusive foster home. He sees you being beat on the streets of Chicago, begging for food on the street sides and giving blankets to other homeless that you found.

You, alone, cold, and scared, trying to learn to harness your telekinesis in the dead of winter.

But then it’s like all of the negativity washes away.

The hues from the scenes shift from dark to light when Charles finds you on the street, comforting you and talking to you in a way that immediately makes you trust him. Flash through your rehabilitation to full health at the academy, scenes of you and Charles working and walking through the grounds together. So many scenes of you and him together.

When he opens his eyes, it’s to see your beautiful (e/c) ones staring back into his. “(y/n)-”

You cut him off by tilting your head up and pressing your lips to his. He freezes in shock, and after a second or two of him not kissing back, you pull away abruptly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”

Now it’s his turn to cut you off by taking your hand and pulling you back into him, kissing you passionately. You sink into his warm embrace as he strokes your hair, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He pulls away first for air, and you open your eyes to see him smiling at you.

“I’m glad you let me in today.”

POT Dating Tips

1. Always confirm the same day that you guys are meeting. These men have crazy schedules and they can cancel on you same day, best to know before you do your hair & makeup. 

2. Never drive or uber a long distance to meet them. They should offer to come to you and if they don’t they should offer to uber you. I always get ubered to my dates, I never give them my real address obviously but somewhere close that I could walk or a place I could drive to and leave my car. Driving or ubering a far distance because he said he would reimburse you isn’t worth the risk. These men ain’t shit! they will lie to you. Don’t risk being out of gas or money, never worth it. 

3. Always vet them before you meet them, nothing worse than going on POT date to find out he wants to pay you 200 per meeting. ASk questions nothing to invasive but just enough to see if can meet your needs. If you want monthly allowances make sure he’s open to that. IF he wants to do per meet to start, discuss how much. You can obviously negotiate a better price in person, but make sure you guys are in the same range $$$.  Don't’ waste your hair/makeup and a cute outfit on a fuck boy who thinks he’s a sugar daddy. NEVER go on the POT with someone who gives you weird vibes, I mean if he’s weird over the phone he probably won’t be better in person, nothing is worth your safety. 

4. Be cute but comfortable, Opt for the heels that are more comfortable over the ones that may look better with the outfit.  Nothing worst than being out and having your feet hurt the entire time. 

5. Be sexy and alluring without showing too much. I have big boobs so no matter what I wear their gonna show, but I always wear dresses that aren’t  too tight or show that much cleavage. He may want to take you to social events with his colleagues or friends, you don’t want to show up on your first encounter with your boobs out or a dress that barely covers your ass. You want to give off a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets vibe. You don’t have to spend much to look great, Forever 21 or Zara has great dress options that are affordable. Macy’s always has in store sales on shoes ( Got a couple of heels from there), DSW also. A little black dress with some cute heels and some simple accessories can go a long way, ladies. For new sugars, you can spend under 100 bucks buy a cute outfit that you can re-wear to multiple POT dates. Ball on a budget until you can get him to take you, to Saks ;)

6. Knowledge is key! reading book  Ho Tactics and the art of seduction has really stepped my sugar skills up. Body language and confidence is everything! This may sound silly but I practice my faces in the mirror so I can get an idea of what I’m looking like when I say certain things, also what angles i look best in so I know how to tilt my head or smile. You have to mindfuck these to give you everything you want but never had. I always give eye contact it shows that you are really engaged it also turns guys on. I always order martinis or wine because of the way the glass fit in your hand. Eating a  olive off a  toothpick while eye fucking a guy will drive him crazy. Always ask follow up questions, whens he’s going on and on about his job or life, in general, show that your interested make comments be engaging. Also, brush up on current events, I use the SKIMM to help keep me up to date on current events. Be pretty but also cultured.

7. Always choose a high-end restaurant in your area. I usually yelp and look for restaurants with $$$ that has the best reviews, I legit have been to areas in D.C that I wouldn’t have been able to afford or even heard of. Set your standards high and don’t lower them. Don’t ever go out with a guy who thinks going to some cheap chain restaurant is acceptable. Like your makeup shouldn’t cost more than the menu. Gain knowledge on the nicest spots in your area, if he wants to take you somewhere lower end that’s the easiest way to spot a Splenda. If it doesn’t go anywhere at least you got to go to a nice ass restaurant, ate some good ass food, and drank some wine that cost as much your textbooks. Still a win. 

8. If you’re meeting for a quick date such as Starbucks ( which I don’t even recommend, they give me Splenda vibes)  make sure you choose a time when it’s not too pack. You don’t want to walk into a packed Starbucks with the line to door and no seats for your first date it sets an awkward tone. You want to be in a quiet setting where you can discuss the arrangement privately, without random people walking by every minute.  Choose a time after lunch, or later in the evening. 

9.Safety First! Never give out private information, give out fake email address, phone numbers, etc. The only thing I’m truthful about is that I’m a student and my age. Never get into a POT car, or go back to his place. I also send my friends my location so they know where I’m at all times. Also download a safety app, very useful. If a guy gives you weird vibe excuse yourself to the bathroom and call a uber, try to find a different exit and leave his ass. Never meet up in a sketchy area or place. Make sure the place is public and that it is quiet but moderately packed. Never meet up too late in the night, and don't’ over a drink. Overdrinking puts you in a bad head space which can lead to a bad situation that could be unsafe. I have no more than 3 cocktails on date depending on the time we are together. These sites are filled with psychos, be careful !. 

10. Last but not least Never give up the pussy until you get yours. Things happen maybe you drank too much, or he was really cute so the chemistry was there but it is never a good idea to sleep with POT before the arrangement has been hashed out.  This is not normal dating and he is not your bf. Unless he’s paying your bills, tuition, rent or aiding your makeup addiction why does he deserve pussy???? Always get your first, these men will fuck and dip out never to be seen again. GIving him quick access will not get your bills paid sis, don’t do it. Before you think about giving him some think about your rent that’s about to be due, the tuition you still have to pay, that car payment, or Rihanna new makeup line that’s about to drop.  Pussy is power use it wisely!

Feel free to add on ladies. Pusssy is power, let’s encourage each other and help each other to mindfuck these men! #TeamVagina

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Atlas At Last

By Louisandthealien (twitter, ao3)

Artwork by @youngandmadeof​ (twitter, insta)

Part of @1dbigbang​ Round 5

83k 10/10 (completed)

He doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story.

Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.

It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.

Things I've actually said

Like in a real life conversation

“Disrespect me like that again and I’ll punt your son”

“Did they really just sexualize a razor??”

“Stay #hydrated” (yes I said hashtag)

“I know you hate me with a passion but you should tolerate me because I brought you eclairs”

“Gasp”

“Okay okay serious question guys… When you brush your teeth which row and which side do you start on?”

“Looking at pictures of the eclipse can make you blind I read it in a NASA article so fight me”

“Ok ok but hear me out. Bears don’t do shit but shit so don’t tell me I can’t prosper just because I sleep all day. Bitch”

“What did I say about talking while I’m interrupting?”

“I’ll call you later I’m bathrooming.”

“You literally just snatched my shoulder”

“Keep talking and imma beat your ass. Nothing special. No pistol whipping, no slapping you so hard you’ll see a galaxy far far away uh uh. None of that. Imma simply beat ya ass.”

“I got thick thighs and I tell no lies”

“Actually I just lied, I got thick thighs and I still lie.”

“I won’t know what to name my first child though. I have to think about all that in advance because if not I’m gonna look around the room and pick an object. My baby’s name is gonna turn out something like Pissbowl or Papertowel because I can’t with all that pressure.”

“That cat popped out the bush and stared at me like he was the baddest bitch. He was. And he knew it.”

“I don’t fuck with arachnids.”

“Why you gotta throw that ass in a circle? Don’t discriminate the shapes. WHY DON’T YOU THROW THAT ASS IN A SQUARE HUH??”

“Do mosquitoes have thanksgiving in August because I feel like a goddamn feast rn”

*looks in mirror* “Stfu no nobody asked you so fight me bitch” *stares at mirror in shock*

“If men ain’t shit and girls ain’t loyal where the hell do I go?”

“Really? Right in front of my salad??” (You’re damn right I use memes in my everyday conversations)

“Gasp part 2”


{that’s all I think. I’m pretty dumb but that makes for a good story so feel free to use these for prompts. Just tag me in it cuz I feel the need. The need for read. Ok I’m sorry I got like 3 hours of sleep okay.}

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Void!Stiles x Reader

Requested by @ashley-esme


“I know you’re not Stiles.” You muttered and he glanced across the room at you. “Stiles would have taken me to Scott if I was in danger.”

“What if Scott’s the danger?” He asked and you frowned.

“Why would Scott be a danger to me, aren’t I part of his pack?” You countered and he shrugged.

“Maybe I just think it’s not safe.” He offered as you shuffled from foot to foot.

“So, you want to keep me safe… why, Scott and Allison said you wouldn’t have any feelings.” You asked curiously and he mocked being hurt, putting his hand over his heart.

“Maybe I don’t, maybe it’s all Stiles.” He offered and you rolled your eyes.

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i cant wait for someone to bare witness to sangwoo and bum’s relationship being more than just “cousins” or “college buddies”. i cant wait for someone to walk in on them being intimate.

Sleepover With A Pirate- Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by d-scendants

A/n This is one of my first ones off of the prompt list so I hope it is good!

Request/Prompt: Don’t know if request are open but if they are please do no.3 from the conversation prompts with Harry Hook xxx I’m obsessed with your blog and those prompts are so good (I’m just happy that you re opened requests!). If requests are still open could I get #3 with Harry hook, possibly Tiana’s daughter as the reader?

Summary:- The Vks (Plus reader, Harry, Uma and Gil) go on a trip together and the reader gets stuck rooming with Harry.

A: *wakes up beside B with their limbs tangled* How the fuck did I end up with your arm around my waist?
B: We are sleeping in the same bed.
A: I built us a pillow wall!
B: Yeah, well I tore it down.

Warnings: Not really sexual material but can be implied and cursing

“Finally,” I breathed out as I face planted onto the couch. Being stuck in a car with the four vks, plus Uma, Gil, and Harry was horrible. They all complained about not having enough leg room and started pushing people. Of course, whoever they pushed would push them back and then they would start fighting. At first it was funny but then it just got annoying. So it was a blessing to arrive at the house we rented out.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Jay said as he sat on my legs. I shot him a dirty look but didn’t say anything.

“So what is the plan for today,” Evie asked, plopping down on a chair next to the couch.

“Hey guys the pool is huge,” Gil yelled from the other side of the house.

“I guess that answers my question,” Evie said standing up. I groaned as I felt another butt sit on me as Jay got up. I looked up to see Harry’s smirking facing staring right back at me.

“Hiya princess,” He said as he moved my hair out of my face with his hook.

“Harry, no matter how much I love being crushed by you I need to get up so I can change,” I gasped out as he crushed me. He smiled at me and got up. I stood up and started walking only to be pulled back by Harry. My back hit his chest as I felt his breath on the back of my neck.

“You know princess, I could crush ya in other ways,” He whispered in my ear seductively. My cheeks heated up but thankfully Carlos came in the room.

“Guys come on,” He yelled out. I quickly got out of his grip and made my way to my site case. It was right by the right door because I was too lazy to bring it up to whatever room I was staying in. I grabbed my bathing suite and went into the first bathroom I found to change.

I walked out and found everyone already at the pool. Uma and Evie were sitting on beach chairs, Mal sat as the edge of the pool, and the boys were hitting a beach ball around. I felt eyes on me and I looked over at Harry and caught him looking me up and down. He quickly looked away when he saw me looking at him. I laughed as I walked over to one of the chairs and set my towel down on it.

“Look who decided to join us,” Uma said with a laugh. I stuck my tongue out at her and jumped into the pool. When I resurfaced I swam over to Mal. She smiled at me and nodded her head over to where the boys were.

“So you and Harry,” She said with a sly smirk on her face.

“We aren’t a thing Mal, and you know it,” I told her sternly. She just laughed and shook her head.

“We all know you guys like each other, just admit it already,” She accused. I thought about lying but decided against it since she was right, everyone knew.

“You’re right, I like him,” I told her as I felt my cheeks heat up for the second time today. She gasped really loud causing everyone to look over. 

“I didn’t think you would actually admit to it,” She beamed out, happy I admitted it.

“Admit what,” Harry asked.

“Nothing,” I hissed out wanting to drop the whole topic. I looked over at Evie and Uma and saw they were smirking.

“Okay,” Harry dragged out as he slowly turned around and went back to playing with the boys. Carlos and Jay had the “I know you like him and that is what you were talking about” looks on there face and then there was Gil. Bless that special snowflake who had no clue what was going on. I think Gil is my new favorite out of the group.

“I hate you,” I mumbled out as I shot daggers with my eyes at Mal which caused her to laugh again. I rolled my eyes and tried to think of a reason to change the subject.

“You know, water is shallow and you won’t drown if you get in,” I said hoping she would get in the water. That seemed to make her uneasy.

“I won’t leave your side, you’ll be safe. I promise,” I reassured her. She nodded slowly and stood up, walking over to the steps that lead into the pool. I took her hand and lead her in.

“See, isn’t this much better,” I questioned her as she visibly relaxed. I let go of her hand and smiled at her. 

“You want to see something funny,” I asked her with a smirk. She nodded her head. I may have been a princess but I got my pranking and “mischief” side from my father Naveen. I went underwater and swam to where Carlos was. I pulled down his trunks and tickled him so he would jump so I could take them fully off. I quickly swam away and resurfaced. I bursted out laughing as he covered his manhood. Everyone was dying laugh and in tears. I swam over to the edge of the pool and got out holding his trunks in my hand.

“Y/n give me my trunks back. Now,”He growled out, causing me to laugh.

“Now why in the world would I want to do that,” I asked as I batted my eyelashes to make me seem innocent.  I started to back away slowly because I knew he wouldn’t get out of the pool.

“Y/n, y/n give me my shorts back. Please. Guys stop laughing and make her give me my shorts back. Y/N,” He yelled as I almost fell over since I was laughing so hard.

“Alright you big baby, here you go,” I laughed out as I walked over to the edge of the pool. When I got close enough I handed him the shorts but before he could get them I pulled away. He groaned in response and begged me to give him the trunks. I decided to give them to him and just as I did I felt hands push me into the water. When I came up I came face to face with Harry. He was dying of laughter and on the verge of tears.

“You dirty pirate,” I grumbled out as I fought the urge to smile. He jumped into the pool and swam over to me.

“I’m only a dirty pirate for you,” He said winking at me. I laughed at his comment and rolled my eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” I told him with a huge grin.

“That may be true but you love me lass,” He smirked.

“Alright love birds get a room,” Jay called out. The whole group started laughing again.

“I’m getting hungry aren’t you guys,” I asked as I got out of the pool. They all replied with yes and yeah and followed me out of the pool. 

“I’m not cooking y/n, you can do that,” Uma said as she walked into the house.

“Okay but be prepared to die form deliciousness. My mom taught me how to make amazing food,” I told them as I walked into the house and went straight to the kitchen. As I was cooking I heard someone come in.

“Hey Hook,” I acknowledged his presence but turned my attention back to the food.

“Lass,” He said back. He stood there watching me for what seemed like forever before I spoke up.

“Do you need something Harry,” I questioned him as I raised an eyebrow.  

“I need you,” He said smoothly with a smirk.

“Shut up,” I snorted out. 

“Seriously though, why did you come in here,” I asked knowing he didn’t come in here just to flirt. Honestly though, you never know with Harry.

“They sent me in here to ask how much longer the food is going to be,” He told me as he walked over to where I was.

“Looks really good,” He said right behind me.

“I know it does,” I said.

“I was talking about you but the food does too,” He laughed out.

“Whatever, tell them it should be done in like five minutes,” I smiled pushing him out of the kitchen.

~After Dinner/Supper~

After everyone was finished eating and I got a billion complements we decided to go in the living room and just mess around. Harry, Evie, Jay, and I were playing clue as Mal, Gil, Uma, and Carlos played Sorry.

“I guess it was Peacock, with the dagger, in the game room,” Jay guessed. When no one had any cards to give him he had the biggest grin on his face. He opened the envelope and dramatically threw each card on the table. 

“Peacock. Dagger. Gameroom. I. Win,” He bragged as he took a victory lap around the room. I picked up the closest object to me, which happened to be a pillow, and threw it at him. It hit him in the face which caused me to laugh. My laughter got caught off by me yawning. 

“I’m tired so I think I am going to hit the hay. Who am I sharing my room with,” I asked as I stood up and stretched.

“Harry,” Gil said with a huge smile. 

“They brought my special snowflake into this, they went too far,” I thought to myself.

“What do you mean I am sharing a room with Harry,” I questioned them a little confused.

“You are sharing a room with Harry,” Uma said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Can’t I just room with you,” I asked Uma, looking over at Harry for support but he just smirked at me.

“No because I am rooming with Gil,” She stated as she walked out of the room with Gil following behind her. I turned to ask the others but they all quickly said their goodnights and left to go to there rooms.

“Well well well, looks like you are stuck we me darling,” Harry said as he started walking out of the room but stopped to look at me.

“Are you coming princess,” He asked as I walked over to him. We entered our room and I called bathroom first. I took a quick shower and changed into my pjs. When I came out of the bathroom I saw a very beautiful and a very shirtless Harry. I would be lying if I said I tried to look away because I didn’t. When one sees a shirtless Harry, you don’t just look away. 

“Like what you see darling,” Harry joked with a wink.

“You bet I do,” I told him with a smirk, which caused him to laugh. He walked into the bathroom as I laid down on the bed. Before Harry got out of the bathroom I decided to build a pillow fort separating me and Harry. I smiled at the work of art and closed my eyes trying to fall asleep. When I was half asleep, I got woken up by Harry’s voice.

“A pillow fort, really,” He asked with a slight chuckle.

“Yes now shut up, I am trying to sleep,” I mumbled out.

“Goodnight princess,” He whispered out but I was too tired to respond.

~Next Morning~

I woke up engulfed in warmth. I smiled snuggling into the pillow I was hugging but froze when I the pillow laughed. Pillows. Don’t. Laugh. I opened my eyes and saw my body tangled with another body. I slowly lifted my head to see a smiling Harry looking down at me.

“How the fuck did I end up with your arm around my waist,” I asked him.

“We are sleeping in the same bed,” He replied simply. I stared at him like her grew a third eye.

“I built us a pillow wall,” I shot back, he smiled softly at me.

“Yeah, well I tore it down,” He informed me. I hummed in response and laid my head back down on his chest. He tensed up at this which kind of confused me.

“You, um, you aren’t mad that we are basically, what’s the word,” Harry trailed off.

“Cuddling, no why would I,” I asked him causing him to relaxe. 

“I just assumed you would be mad because I thought that you, you know, didn’t like me,” He said.

“Why would you think that? Of course I like you, I would even dare to say that I-I, nevermind just answer my first question,” I huffed out.

“You built a pillow fort so you wouldn’t have to sleep by me lass,” He laughed out.

“I did that for you,” I told him as I poked his chest. After a long pause of silence he spoke up again.

“Were you going to say that you love me? I mean it is ok if you weren’t I just want to know if you feel that same. Not saying that I love you, I mean I do love you but if-” I cut him off by crashing my lips onto hims. He kissed back immediately as he pulled my body up more so he could deepen the kiss. We pulled away breathless and smiling like idiots.

“I guess I should have more sleepovers with pirates,” I said which cause him to laugh and pull me into another kiss.

~Jay’s pov~

I walked over to where Harry and y/n room was and slightly opened the door when I heard them talking. I looked in and smiled at the sight before me.There was y/n and Harry cuddling with each other. I took out my phone and started recording. I left right after they kissed, still smiling.

“Carlos, you owe my 20 bucks,” I yelled out to him as I pulled up the video to show the gang.

A/n I hope you guys liked this, I had a lot of fun writing it :)

BTS - You join them on the shower.

Request: Please do bts reaction to gf joining them in the shower? Smutish or fluffy it’s up to you


Seokjin: He would love it. “Hi, can I join you?” You asked, already coming in. “Oh… of course.” He smirked. “Hey, hey, let’s just take a shower.” “Oh really?” He pouted. “Really.” “Fine!” He rolled his eyes and placed a kiss on your lips.

Originally posted by crispyjin

Yoongi: In fact, he had invited you to take a shower with him, but you denied it, so he went alone. “Hey.” You smile entering the shower. “Changed your mind?” He asked with a smile. “Yes. Seeing you naked is always good.” You smiled and looked at him. He laughed and pulled you by the waist, kissing you.

Originally posted by bubblepop2107

Hoseok: Silently you went into the shower and he didn’t even notice. “Baby…” You called him. “OH MY GOD!” He yelled, scared. You started laughing. “You’re so mean to me.” He pouted. “Oh, poor baby, I’m sorry.” You smiled and hugged him. “Alright, alright, I forgive you.” He hugged you and squeezed your ass. “What a beautiful ass.”

Originally posted by jaayhope

Namjoon: A bath with him is never just a shower and we know that. “Hello.” You said smiling. “Hm, do you want a shower with your hot boyfriend?” He asked smirking. “Nah, just shower sex.” You said and he laughed. “Why didn’t you say it before?” He pulled you by the waist and kissed your lips.

Originally posted by jenorise

Jimin: He was not having a good day, so when he got home he went straight to the shower. You went into the bathroom. “Do you want company?” You asked and he smiled. “Yes please.” You took off your clothes and joined him. He hugged you and rested his head on your shoulder, caressing your back.

Originally posted by chim-jiminie-cricket

Taehyung: "JAGI!“ You hear your boyfriend calling you in the bathroom. You go to him and see him smiling at you. "Join me!” He opens his arms and you have the perfect view of your hot naked boyfriend. “Okay.” You said smiling and take off your clothes. “It was easier than I thought.” He smiled and kissed you. “It’s because you’re so hot.” “You’re hotter.”

Originally posted by jeonjia

Jungkook: "What are you doing here?“ Your boyfriend asked looking at you to join him in the shower. "Joining you, maybe?” You said as if it were obvious. “I know, but you don’t usually do that.” He smiled with his eyes on your boobs. “Stop looking at my boobs.” “They’re hot, you know that.” He gave you a smirk and approached you.

Originally posted by jengkook


Hello! I’m back, forgive me for disappearing hehe

4

Imagine: Being in a Love/Hate Relationship with Roman

Roman x Reader

Warning!: period sex, smut, fingering
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“So yeah, I plan on having a friend spend the weekend. Is that okay with you?” You quietly asked to your roommate through the phone, glancing around the quiet library you were in. Even though you’d never want to admit it, a large smile took over your features when your roommate said it was cool.

After thanking your roommate, you hung up with her, putting your phone into your pocket as you wondered why Roman was so desperate to come all the way to your university to see you. Before you could think of it further, a shooting pain in your stomach made you slightly hunch over, groaning. After taking a brief minute to compose yourself, you reached into your bag and pulled out some pain medicine, and a bottle of water.

“Stupid uterus, I don’t want a fucking baby, so stop trying!” You cursed to your stomach as the cramps subsided. Standing up from the comfortable chair in your campus’ library, you gathered your notebooks and shoved them into your bag. After checking to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind, you began making your journey across campus, heading towards your dorm.

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“(Y/n)!” Roman called out in your dorm hallway, making you fool your eyes as you got up from bed. Opening your door, you stuck your head out, silently watching as Roman turned in circles frustrated, glaring at every door, trying to remember which one you said was yours. Letting out a loud laugh, you alerted Roman if your presence. He turned to face you with a smirk, casually strolling to where you held the door open. Upon entering, Roman glanced around your room, nodding his head in approval. Your dorm wasn’t super small, but not super big either. Although you did have to admit it was way bigger than some dorms you’d seen your friends have in other colleges.

“Not bad (Y/n),” Roman muttered, flinging himself onto your extra long twin size bed. You stood next to him, giving him a blank stare.

“What?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, spreading out further on your bed as if it wasn’t clear you were just laying down.

“You’re an ass Godfrey,” you growled, trying to push him over, but failing miserably. He scooted towards the wall slightly, gesturing to the inch of space he made, a smirk present on his face.

“There. That’s enough space for you to do something with,”

“I fucking hate you,” you grumbled, as you rolled your eyes, climbing over him, squeezing between him and the wall. Forcing Roman to change positions, you lean your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes. Roman shifted, turning on his side to make more space, letting you rest your head on his arm as he wrapped his other one around your waist.

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You groaned slightly, moving your hips from their place flat against the bed. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you felt cool air on your thighs, your back to the bed. You could have sworn that you worn pants when you took a nap… and why was there suddenly enough space to lay on your back? Wasn’t Roman supposed to be laying next to you? A hand grabbing your hips made you snap open your eyes, your eyes landing on Roman, who was in between your legs, looking up to you.

“Roman, what the fuck are you doing?” You grumbled, trying to glare at him, but feeling his breath on your inner thighs almost made your eyes roll back.

“Stop being bitchy,” Roman muttered, before kissing on your inner thigh. Your eyes rolled back, as your breathing hitched, reaching down to grab Roman’s hair as he inched closer to your core.

“Is this the reason you were so desperate to come here? To catch me on my period?” Roman sent you a quick smirk, before diving his face into your wet core, his tongue grazing your clit gently, causing your hips to jerk. A breathy sigh escaped your lips, your voice feeling lost. You gripped his hair, tugging harshly as he entered a finger, curling it upwards. A groan escaped his lips as he moved back, letting his fingers work for a few seconds, while he let our deep pants, shifting into a more comfortable position. He smirked when you gasped, another finger sliding into you with ease. He mouth was back on you before you knew it, his tongue swirling in elaborate circles.

“Are you about to cum?” Roman asked seductively , feeling you tighten around his fingers. You breathlessly nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as the tingling sensation started to build. A series of loud pants left your mouth as you felt your orgasm wash over your body, causing you to mouth a few select curse words. Roman continued with his finger and mouth work for a few more moments before pulling away. Wiping the blood off his lips with a smirk, you rolled your eyes in disgust. Sitting up, you noticed that Roman had somehow maneuvered your pants under your hips, preventing any blood from getting on your sheets. Sliding carefully off the bed, you went over to your dresser, pulling out a clean pair of undies, and pajamas bottoms, deciding to keep on the shirt you had, since you only just put it on before Roman came. Heading over to your personal bathroom, Roman called out to you.

“Where you going?”

“To take a shower,” you called over your shoulder, walking in the bathroom and closing the door most of the way. Turning your back to the door, you reached out, turning on the shower, before shedding your shirt. Looking over your shoulder to ensure that your towel was still on the rack, you let out a surprised squeak at the sight of a naked Roman standing directly behind you. The look of lust in his eyes made your knees weak, and your mind go blank. Without hesitating, Roman shoved you against the wall next to the shower, grabbing your thighs and lifting you up. His lips attacked yours as he rammed his long cock into you. Sliding you up and down his length, he let out a hearty groan, your name leaving his mouth in forms of gasps, and moans. You bit your lip, your voice not becoming present at the moment.

“Fuck (Y/n)….” Roman groaned, as his thrust became erratic. He pushed you further against the wall, allowing for one of his hands to come to his mouth. He stared you deep in the eyes as his bit into his thumb deep enough to draw a good amount of blood.

For reasons unknown to you, as he went to wipe the blood on your arm, in some form of marking you, you grabbed it. Staring into his eyes, you brought his thumb up to your lips, sticking your tongue out to catch the long drop of blood. As soon as your lips enclosed around his thumb, you felt a rush of heat as he released inside you. The feeling of his hot cum, mixed with his throbbing member, drew you to your second orgasm within the last 20 minutes. After a few minutes of catching your breath, he gently let your feet hit the floor, his head resting against your shoulder.

“That was the hottest thing you could have done…” Roman muttered against the nape of your neck. But you could barely focus on his words, because one thought had your mind completely held captive.

“Why did I do that?” You asked yourself, but no clear answer came to mind. The only thing that was clear, was the taste of Roman’s blood still present on your tongue.

Star Struck

Yuuri knows from experience that Viktor is just a regular guy. One that managed to win five consecutive golds, set new world records, and flip the skating world and its expectation of what constitutes a reasonable routine on its head, but still.  

Even so, after half a decade of marriage and learning to help each other though the less glamorous aspects of being a human navigating the world—it sneaks up on Yuuri, sometimes: the realization of ‘holy shit this is Viktor Nikiforov™ my childhood idol.’

Thirty-year-old Yuuri is privy to things about Viktor’s life that fifteen-year-old Yuuri could’ve never dreamed. Intimate things that extend the trivia bullet points in the Figure Skate Life articles rotting in crumpled piles under his childhood bed. Like how Viktor’s snores sound like a bullfrog gargling marbles when he’s really sleep deprived or how he has very specific hair-related rituals involving mayonnaise and egg whites that Yuuri has a feeling have more to do with allaying his fears of his receding hairline than nourishing his follicles.

Yuuri’s star struck moments never seem to happen when he’d expect, like at the skating rink, watching Viktor transition from an effortless triple axel into a flying sit spin.

Instead, they tend to manifest when it’s just the two of them settling into the interstitial moments between the major plot points of their lives. One minute, Yuuri’s sprawled out on the couch—the laptop on his belly warming the sliver of skin his hiked up shirt reveals. The next, he’s being called over to the bathroom to hand his husband a roll of toilet paper through a crack in the door.

It’s a familiar routine—Viktor can never seem to remember that toilet paper is an integral part of the human waste to toilet exchange—but for whatever reason, this time Yuuri feels the need to text Phichit about it later.

(20:14) I can’t believe I just handed Viktor Nikiforov toilet paper through the door??? He didn’t even pull up his pants?????

(20: 15) You mean Viktor Nikiforov-Katsuki, the man you married five years ago and whose hand you held through a colonoscopy last Spring?

(20:15) ??? I mean I guess?????

It’s a joke at its core—their own personal meme.

Oh my god Viktor Nikiforov just took a dirty plate out of the sink and reused it???

Viktor Nikiforov just asked me if I want to go get ice cream. It’s 4 am and I’m ??? ? ??

There’s an aspect of truth to it, though. Yuuri’s come a long way with his anxiety and self-esteem since his Detroit days, but there remains a persistent, needling part of him that will never quite believe he’s worthy of the love he receives. It was hard enough to come to terms with his family’s affection, and their love is meant to be unconditional.

But despite what Yuuri might believe, Viktor’s not immune to it, either. It hits him unexpectedly, like when he’s chasing Yuuri around their apartment because “your toenails are talons, Yuuri, honestly why do you let them get so long? How is that even comfortable?”

Yuuri squeals and shields himself behind Makkachin, insisting that he’s the toenail Samson and if Viktor trims them, he’ll lose all of his powers.

“What powers?” Viktor folds his arms over his chest with a crooked smile.

“Toenail related ones,” Yuuri says, slapping the nail clippers out of Viktor’s grip.

Viktor stands there—watching Yuuri laugh all crinkle-eyed and rosy-cheeked—and he just wants to sit on the floor and cry because ‘holy shit this is The Boy Who Saved My Life™” and how did he ever get so lucky?

Two Nights Stand Part 2

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one nigh stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1433

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

Part 1

Credits to the gifs owners

You wake up scared, not because you had a nightmare but because you feel something heavy on top of you an arm. Lazily you open your eyes seeing the man by your side, you can’t deny he is really cute but you don’t want to be here when he wakes up.

Delicately you take his arm from the top of you and slips off of the bed, you are definitely not ready to have that awkward morning talk. What do you even say to someone that you just had sex but don’t want to see ever again?  It was nice to have your dick inside of me but I am going now, don’t forget to wash your sheets?

You don’t think so; carefully you retrace your steps trying to find your clothes. When you are dressed properly you try to get out, but his door is locked and you can’t find the key anywhere. You hope that this is not the beginning of a horror movie before you can try anything else you hear his alarm going off not leaving you to many options.

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