chuckle a duck

Out of the Blue 02

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk. 

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: in a world where shower sex is Effortless. LOLLL also plz enjoy the stereotypical dogs love peanut butter thing in this it brought me joy

Words: 5k

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It was silent, save for the light clinking of the spoon Seokjin was using to stir his tea. Namjoon sat at the island in the middle of the large kitchen, staring down at his cup of tea which was untouched, worrying about one thing and one thing only.

“So what do you think they’re doing?”

Seokjin promptly stopped stirring his tea at the question and turned around away from the counter to look at Namjoon, his eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at his lips. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He sauntered over to the island where Namjoon was seated, taking a sip of his tea on the way over.

Sheepishly, Namjoon chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks turning red from the slight embarrassment and scratching the back of his neck. What a foolish question he had asked. “Oh- um, yeah, I guess not.”

“Yeah, they’ll be doing that for awhile,” Seokjin explained in amusement, taking a seat at the island across from him. “But later on, they’ll take a break.. Come downstairs, eat and drink something - recharge, perhaps. Don’t get it twisted though, you won’t be able to…. touch her, if you know what I mean. Not even a rub on the arm. Jungkook will be attached at her hip. He’s very territorial and possessive of his clients, I’m afraid. Well, I’m sure you know that well enough.”

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Stereotypical (6) second date

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: angst, mentions of abuse, swearing, flirting, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: Second date with heartfelt conversations.

“So, you didn’t tell her where you’re taking her? Or should I say, how?” Steve snickers and rolls his eyes when he sees Bucky’s mischievous grin.

How I’m taking her? Really, the mouth on you, Rogers..” Bucky grins triumphantly when Steve’s cheeks turn pink and he rolls his eyes again.

“You know what I mean, jerk”

“Yeah, yeah, punk” Bucky snickers. “No, I haven’t told her that I’m picking her up on my motorcycle. But I told her to not bother with her hair and I texted her earlier to wear pants, just in case she was planning to wear a skirt or somethin’”

Steve snorts when Bucky makes a disappointed sigh.

“What?” he chuckles and takes a sip of his own drink, “I like her in skirts”

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Super late Reinzo for @vermillionsketcher. Or is it???


“I must admit, anija. I am both flattered, and equally surprised you’re asking me for help with this.”

Hanzo glared across the countertop at his brother, who was all smiles. Or, at least, he had an indescribable feeling that Genji was just sneering at him. “Yes, well. Tradition.” He replied, before looking back down at his work.

Tradition, anija? Since when have you been so adamant on celebrating this one?” Genji teased, although he was working on something himself. When he looked over, he let out a small ‘tsk-tsk’, wagging a finger. “Too much heat. The water shouldn’t be boiling– you can burn the chocolate. Or have it seize. Start again.”

Hanzo huffed– but Genji was the expert here. He brought his pot to the sink, careful to dump out the water before refilling it and starting anew. “… Thank you, Genji.” He muttered, before looking over the instructions he’d been given again. Whether he was so entranced by them, or if it were the cyborg’s feather-light footsteps, the archer didn’t realize that Genji was right beside him, reaching out to hold his cheeks gently.

“He makes you happy, doesn’t he anija?” Genji asked, all teasing put aside. Hanzo looked over surprised, before his features melted as well.

“Just as much as the cowboy does you.” Genji chuckled, before shrugging his shoulders. “There, does this look good?”

The younger of the two looked over before slapping Hanzo’s shoulder. “Much. Now, remember to keep stirring and sift out the sugar. Don’t want any clumps.” Genji noted, before heading back to his side of the counter. “You know, Hanzo, I thought you were supposed to give back gifts that were worth more than what you got. What on earth did Reinhardt give you that a few handmade chocolates would equal that?”

Hanzo froze mid-sift, before glaring. “It is not a value of money, Genji. Reinhardt has given me much more than just material things. I wanted to repay him with something from the heart.”

“Ah, right. I forgot. I don’t have one of those anymore– you know. Half-machine.” Genji teased, only to get a small handful of sugar thrown his way. “Hey! You’ll ruin the balance of mine!”

Hanzo chuckled, ducking as Genji lobbed a bit of flour his way. “I asked for your help, not your lip.” He said back, ducking behind the counter as the both of them shared a laugh, tossing powder back and forth. 


“Oh, sweethardt~” Hanzo called. He approached the German with hands behind his back, leaning up to plant a small kiss on the man’s jawline.

“Oh–? You look like you’ve gotten up to some mischief.” Reinhardt said back with a little grin, brushing out some flour from the archer’s hair. “Where have you been all day?”

Bonding.” Hanzo scoffed, shaking a little more out. “And baking. Here.” He brought his hands out from behind himself, holding a small box. Neatly wrapped and barely bigger than a shoebox, the Shimada let Reinhardt take it gently.

“Bah, little dragon, what is this?” Reinhardt asked, leaning down to return the kiss from earlier.

“Tradition.” Hanzo replied, watching the man carefully unwrap the bow, as if ripping or tearing the packaging would be rude. “It’s… a silly thing. But one month after Valentine’s we celebrate White Day, and well I’ve never really held to it but–”

“Delicious! You made this yourself?” Reinhardt asked, popping a chocolate into his mouth. “And where on earth did you get little lion shapers?”

Hanzo couldn’t help but swell with pride. “Again, Genji. He– he helped a lot. You really like them?” 

“Of course! Moreso because you made them– did you even try one?” Reinhardt asked, popping another into his mouth. Hanzo shook his head.

“No, I was so focused on the creation that I–” He started, although his words were cut off when Reinhardt gripped the back of his head, feeding him a chocolate via his tongue. Hanzo felt his face flush, although he accepted the “gift” eagerly, letting his own tongue flit against the German’s for a moment before they pulled away. 

Not half bad.

“Come.” Reinhardt said, closing the top of the box before taking Hanzo’s hand. “I would like to show you another tradition. This one I call ‘chocolate in the bedroom’.”

Hanzo couldn’t stop the snort from escaping him– although he followed along with a new bounce in his step.

You Can Love Me

Because you all loved the series “Everyone needs some love” I’m adding another chapter onto, since it was so high in demand. 
On my master-list their are chapters written by another author who has her own continuation on the story. 
I’m unsure if I’ll continue it after this chapter, everyone wanted smut with this Dark so I’m going to give it to you. 

This takes place a few days after the end of the previous chapter.

I’ll Make You Love Me (The previous Chapter)

Originally posted by lemonlimeliv

Dark stirred into awareness. His body half covered by a blanket and his bare torso illuminated by the sun that peeked through the windows. 
He breathed in quietly, contently. Turning his head to gaze on your sleeping form. 
The blankets were bundled up around you. Your head was resting on his forearm, facing away from him. And he could feel your hand resting in his. 
He grinned softly and turned on his side, burying his nose in your hair and pulling you against him. 
You barely stirred. Sleep had you deep in its clutches. Dark fought with himself not to wake you. 
The past few days had been exhausting for you. A pleasurable few days. But your human body wasn’t fit enough to keep up with Dark’s lust. 
You had tried. Oh, how you tried. You didn’t want it to stop, begged him for more the previous night. 
But Dark had to restrain himself. You were human. You need rest or else you would cease to function. 
And so, Dark settled with surrounding himself with your scent. Holding you against his chest, ignoring the itch in his fingers for your skin. 

But the silence didn’t last long. It was split apart by Dark’s grunt when he felt your hand around his girth. 
He chuckled, pecking a kiss on your shoulder as you began to stroke him. 
“Good morning,” He purred in your ear. 
You giggled, a sleepy sound. But you were awake none the less. 
You turned to face him. Eyes still dreary, but sparkling mischievously. “Good morning. What time is it?” You asked. 
“Late,” Dark guessed, ducking down to take your lips in his. “Not that it matters.” 
You agreed with a hum. Eagerly molding your lips with Dark’s. The kiss was soft, softer than some you had experienced. But that changed when you teased Dark’s cock with your thumb. Drawing circles around the head and gently tugging on it. 
He rolled on top of you, removing the blankets between you and wrapping your legs around his waist. 
He didn’t ease into you. Merely giving you better access to his length and an easier way to fondle your breasts. 
You moaned as his fingers teased your nipples, one hand playing with your chest while the other slid down to wiggle in your folds. 
“Dark,” You gasped and he grinned. Over a hundred times he has heard you say his name in the daze of pleasure. And he could listen to it a hundred times more. He could never tire of hearing you whimper for him. 
He pulled away for a moment. Leaning on his elbow to gaze down at your body beneath him. 
Beautiful. The word could barely describe you in his eyes. But it was the only one that Dark could manage to think of. 
You were sprawled out beneath him, your skin aglow with the morning sun. He could see small bruises on your hips, bite marks and hickeys lining your neck and shoulders. 
He chuckled, ducking down to kiss every little mark he could find on your body. 
Your hands tangled in his hair as he traveled south. His tongue replacing his fingers as he lavished your folds. 
You squeaked and arched against his mouth. Your toes curling as Dark worked between your legs. 
He hummed as he tasted you. Another addiction he has found. You said you weren’t a drug. But the cravings he felt when was away from you spoke a different story. 

His hand came up to squeeze your breast and you gripped his fingers. You bucked against his mouth, whimpering. 
“Dark, please….” His gaze turned smug as he looked up at you. “Dark….fuck. Don’t make me…wait again.” 
He chuckled as he pulled away from your core. Licking his lips he grasped your waist and pulled you towards him. 
Dark pumped his cock a few times with his hand, teasing your entrance with the head as he smirked down at you. 
He lunged into you, throwing himself forward as his length delved into you heat and he took your lips in his. 
He drank in your moan of pleasure and continued too, as his hips began to thrust. 
You clawed at his back. Adding to the collection you had left from nights before. 
You tried to keep up with him. Moving your hips to counter his thrusts. But your pleasure took hold of you, screwing your eyes shut and sloppily kissing Dark as he pounded into you. 
You removed your lips, gasping for air but then moving around to suck at his jawline. 
You had taken pride in finding this little nook where Dark was made weak. His rhythm faltered for a moment as your tongue and lips sucked on the area. 
His groan was enough to undo you; but you held onto him. Pushing down your climax just as Dark composed himself. 
Dark grunted as you nipped at his jaw. 
Oh, how you played dirty. 
To punish you, his hands dug under you and took a handful of your ass. He smacked it and you yelped in surprise. 
He chuckled, palming the area that he knew would be red and sore. 
You playfully glared at him, pushing him off you and rolling him onto his back. He smiled as you began to bounce on him. Dark threw back his head, grunting your name as you grinded against him. 

From your angle, you could see what you had done to him during the last few nights. Claw marks along his chest, hickeys all over him. He was in no better state than you were. 
And you loved it. 
The knots in your stomach tightened. Your legs tightening around Dark. 
He knew the signals of your climax, and he leaned up on his elbow, thrusting hard up into you. 
You held onto his shoulders so you didn’t get bucked off. Your climax struck you hard, throwing back your head you cried out Dark’s name and clutch his shoulders in a painful grip.
Dark rolled so you were beneath him and he continued to pound into you.
“You know the rules,” He groaned against your lips. “We’re not finished until I’ve cummed.”
You nodded, your body already exhausted and you did your best to work on Dark.
You kissed that spot under his jaw. Moaned his name and kissed him with the last ounce of energy you could muster.
But as Dark finished with a growl, you felt yourself sliding into sleep and Dark dipped down to kiss your closing eyelids.
“Sleep now, my love.” He whispered as he pulled out of you. Dark laid down beside you, covering your nudity with a blanket and watching as you disappeared into darkness. 
He smiled and stroked a strand of hair behind your ear, “Didn’t I say you could love me?” 

You (fRyder x Reyes)

@rumpelgirl

I sort of feel like I’m cheating with these prompts, because I never go where my poor prompter intended. With that said, this one is for everybody who has left kind notes for me these last few days. You know who you are! 


“You’re pretty.” Reyes says it with a wink, because Sara hates this game.

She sighs. They’re sprawled on the bed in Reyes’ apartment, walled off from Kadara Port’s glaring lights by close-drawn blinds and piled blankets. The hanging light above the bed’s emitting soft illumination, orange-tinted like Govorkam’s rays. Sara wriggles closer against Reyes’ side, pouting like she hopes it will distract him from his teasing.

“Not again,” she groans. “I suck at compliments, Reyes.”

“I hope you don’t mean to imply that you’re running out of nice things to say.” He tries to sound put out, but his grin must give the game away. He rolls onto his side so he can lean over her. She’s wearing a flimsy sweater, but not much else, and Reyes hasn’t been fully dressed since she landed on the planet. “Because I could keep going for days.”

“You’re sweet,” she murmurs. Her fingertips travel slowly up his arm, warm like sunlight cresting the mountains; cold like fire in near-vacuum. “Sometimes.”

Reyes chuckles, ducking his head to kiss her. Her lips are soft, and she mewls quietly when he licks into her mouth. “You’re beautiful,” he breathes.

He’s not sure that she heard him, but he’s not sure that it matters, either. She must feel the way his body changes when he touches her, tight-wound movements turning languid while his heartbeat trends staccato. They’ve been doing this for months now, but she still trembles when the pads of his fingers roam her body; still gulps down shaky breaths when his lips move to the hollow of her throat.

“You’re a good kisser,” she replies. She yelps when Reyes nips gently at her collarbone. “What? Not the compliment you were looking for?”

He soothes her skin with his tongue, warmth sliding down his spine when her breathing gives way to a quiet moan. “You can do better,” he whispers. “You’re right, though. I am an excellent kisser.”

“Mmm.” She wraps her thighs around his hips, sliding one palm over his shoulder to rest lightly on the nape of his neck. “You’re a good shot, too.”

“That hurts,” he growls into her throat. “I’m much better than good.”

The sound makes her shiver in delight, and she tilts her head to the side to urge him towards a new spot below her ear. He won’t give her what she wants, though. He sticks to that same patch of skin he’s been working on already, smirking when she whines in frustration.

“You’re a bastard.” The words come out hushed and fragile; full of weak-limbed longing and breathless want.

“What else?”

He takes mercy on her reddening skin, kissing a spot just below her jaw instead. He can feel her heartbeat thrumming through the artery there. It’s hot. It’s fierce. It’s unsteady.

“You hog the blankets,” she snarls, like she’s trying to deny those tell-tale signs. “You leave the cap off the toothpaste. You’re a terrible cook.”

Reyes really does laugh at that, burying his face in the crook of her shoulder - and after a moment, Sara starts laughing too. But the laughter’s quickly silenced. When Reyes pulls back to look at her, her lips are slightly open. Her pupils are huge.

“Please don’t stop.”

Shit, Sara.” Reyes goes back to her neck, teasing the tender skin with his teeth - just gently, like he’s testing her control - and she hisses fierce approval. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

She’s trembling. “You’re everything,” she whispers - and for a moment, neither of them even breathe.

She’s clinging to him like she’ll never let him go. Reyes’ heartbeat’s no longer staccato. It’s stopped - and he can’t really blame it. He holds her tighter; pulls her closer; pushes down so hard against her they might both break down to space dust. He loves her more than should be possible. He loves her more than a heart like his has room for.

He can’t respond immediately. It’s like his brain’s running at aux-power, but Sara’s watching him with gentle eyes. She’s waiting for an answer.

Reyes kisses her. He’s buying time - and he’s sure that Sara knows it - but she hooks her elbow around his neck anyway, pulling him down until they’re flat against the mattress. Her lips fall open on a breathless sigh: quiet; needy; quavering. Reyes still can’t breathe.

Maybe he doesn’t need to. Maybe he’s just forgotten how.

“You’re all I want.”

He doesn’t say it; he exhales it. He means it, too, and maybe that’s just because Kadara Port’s already his. But he’ll never stop wanting Sara, even when she’s whispering I love you in his ear; even when she’s promising forever amidst his tangled, sweaty sheets.

“I don’t ever want to be away from you,” she murmurs, and it’s like she’s reading his god damn thoughts.

She means it, though. Reyes can tell, because her tight-wound movements turn languid. Her heartbeat trends staccato. He kisses her again, whispering a three-word promise into her lips - but it’s so much more than that. He could be with her forever, and his head would still be spinning circles. The galaxy’s turning on an inescapable truth.

“Me either,” he breathes.

Because Reyes doesn’t want to escape.

In Sickness and in Health

A/N: anon request: how Rafi would react to his s/o telling him she was pregnant around the same time he was thinking of proposing.
I may have taken this into my own hands a little, doesn’t quite fulfill your request per se, but I hope it’s good enough.
Thanks @minidodds for the assist!


Nausea threatened to overwhelm you as you washed your hands. Glancing down at the plastic stick currently protruding out of a wad of tissues, you took a deep breath and pushed away the queasiness.

How on earth had this happened?

Well, you knew exactly how it had happened, you thought, thinking back to all the nights of passion you and Rafael had shared. But you had been so careful!

Was your nausea related to your current condition or the thought of Rafael’s reaction to it? Your news would have to wait! Pushing the offending item into the trash, you left the bathroom.

Rafael caught you off guard, intercepting you as you walked out.

“Hey, there you are!”

“Chill, Raf, I’m coming. You didn’t need to come looking for me! I’m not going to get lost in your apartment!” you snapped slightly.

A flicker of a frown crossed Rafael’s face and you regretted your tone.

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Just Friends (part one) - Stiles Stilinski

Stiles walked in the hallways, alone, but not lonely.  He had earbuds in as he made is way to his locker before fourth period, which was lunch.  When he got to his destination, he easily spun in the combination, and put away his previous class books.  AP History and Advanced Algebra.  Then took off his backpack to put it in there as well.

“Bilinski!” He heard a familiar voice call, and closed his eyes with a sigh.  “Biles, I do believe I called your name!” Stiles shoved his backpack in the locker quickly, and shut it.  The turned around.  And there he was.

Jackson Whittemore.

“Stiles” The freckled boy said.  “It’s Stiles Stilinski, are you having pronunciation trouble? All that head bumping in lacrosse throwing the common sense out of you?” Jackson chuckled, ducking his head down for a moment.

“Look, Bilinski made a joke” He said.

And in seconds, Stiles was pinned up against the row of lockers by his collar.

“You think you’re hot shit Stilinski, especially saying things like that… seeing that all you do is warm up the bench every Friday night” Jackson said with fake pity in his voice.

“Yeah, and since Scott became captain, you haven’t done much for the team either, have you?” Jackson growled, and before Stiles could blink, he threw a punch against his jaw.  Stiles groaned in pain, buckling over, just as Jackson hit him again.

“You’re just a piece of shit Stiles” Jackson said, and dropped the boy to the ground.  “Face it, without Scott around, you’re a nobody.  You mean nothing”

Hey, Jackass” Jackson turned upon hearing the girls voice and a gentle tap on his shoulder.  He spun to see you there.

“Who the fuck are-” You punched him across the jaw, and when he bent over, you grabbed both shoulders, and kneed him in the crotch.

Stiles watched with wide eyes at the mystery girl who was beating up the most popular guy in school.

Jackson growled, swinging to hit you, but you grabbed his fist, and steered him around, ramming him face first into a row of lockers.  You stood behind him, holding his arm behind his back.

“I don’t like fighting” You sneered, and he nodded quickly.

“Okay okay okay okay just let go” You pinned him harder.

“If I ever see you fighting again, I’ll rip off your tiny testicles, and personally shove them up your ass, hopefully they fit seeing your head’s already there” 

“Fine fine” Jackson sputtered, and you released.  He quickly walked away, turning to look at you.  You smirked, and jumped forward to scare him.  It worked, seeing that he jumped and scampered away.  You chuckled, and turned to the boy he’d previously been picking on.

“Hey, sorry about that” You said, holding your hand out to help him up.

“Ye- wow- th-thank you” He sputtered out, and you chuckled while he stood.

“I don’t like fighting” You told him.

“Yeah yeah I heard that…” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.  “You’re a pretty good fighter for someone who hates fighting though” You just nodded slightly.

“Alright well I have to go eat lunch” You said, and walked off.

“Wait wait!” Stiles ran up next to you, walking with you.  “I don’t even know your name”

“I don’t know yours either” You shrugged, not really caring.

“Well I’m Stiles” He stopped in front of you, holding out his hand.  You looked confusedly between his hand and him.

“y/n” You replied, shaking his hand.  Stiles smiled at you.  “You’ve got quite the shiner” You said, gesturing to the growing bruise on his jaw.  “I have some makeup that could cover it up… if you want” You offered, and Stiles nodded.

“Yeah that’d be great actually” He said, and you both walked to a secluded hallway.  He sat up on the window sill, and you put your bag down by your feet.  You pulled out foundation, and tilted his head to the side with your fingers gently.  His eyes were on yours as you focused to apply the makeup to his skin.

“So when you take it off later at home, just wash your face with cold water it shouldn’t give you any trouble” You said with a few more brush strokes.

“Okay” Was all Stiles managed to say.  He was still staring at you intently.  How had he not seen you around before? Surely he would’ve remembered you, seeing how beautiful- and badass- you were.  “So uhm, what grade are you in?”

“I’m a senior”

“Me too!” Stiles blurted.  You looked at him funny with a slight chuckle.  “I mean.. well I don’t know how I don’t know you?” You shrugged a shoulder.

“I keep to myself” You responded, and packed up your things.  “I gotta go to lunch now-”

“Eat lunch with me” He said abruptly, and again, you looked confused.  “Why not?”

“I’ve seen your table… you’re friends with Lydia Martin… Scott McCall… Allison Argent… I just, that’s not my crowd” You shook your head and shrugged a shoulder.  “They’re popular and stuff and- probably don’t even know my name” You slung your bag over your shoulder.

“Well then we can eat somewhere else” Stiles offered.

“Stiles, you’re very kind but I don’t do the whole…” You trailed, gesturing between tou two.  He didn’t seem to understand.  “I don’t do the boyfriend thing” You told him.  “I’m sorry I just prefer to focus on academics-”

“No no no no” He said, waving his hands wildly.  “I don’t mean to sound like that, I just wanted to… I don’t know, get to know you? Is that okay?” You thought for a moment, and slowly smiled.

“Yeah… yeah okay” You nodded.

~~~

“Seriously? No, Leia’s my favorite, she slays” You argued.

“No! Han Solo! Come on, I really thought we could be friends, you totally ruined it” Stiles shook his head and you laughed.  You looked down to your salad, picking at it before eating another bite.  “Okay, so favorite movie franchise is going to be marked unknown for now, what else is important about you?” Stiles asked, and you shrugged.

“I don’t know… I read a lot?”

“Funny! Cause I don’t read at all” You giggled again at his enthusiastic tone.  “What else?”

“Um… I don’t know, really, there’s not a lot of interesting things about me I really keep to myself” You said, looking down.  Stiles frowned slightly.

“Well sure there is” He said.  “I find everything about you interesting” You blushed, and tried not to let him see.

“You’re sorta cheesy aren’t you?”

“I’ve heard charming” Stiles said, both of you laughing.

“Yeah, tell me that when you’re not wearing makeup and ranting about Star Wars” You said, and he looked at you sheepishly.

“Okay well, you’re pretty cool” Stiles told you.

“Stiles you met me half an hour ago, and I have no friends.  What could possibly make you think that I would be even remotely cool?”

“I’m your friend” He said.

“What?” Your voice failed you a little.

“You said you had no friends but… I’m your friend” Stiles repeated.  You stared at him with widened eyes and parted lips, unsure of what to say.  You’d never really had friends before… not real ones anyways.  As soon as things got bad with you, they’d seemed to migrate away.  “y/n?” Stiles asked, reaching a hand over the table, and placing it on yours.  “Do you want to be friends?” He asked.  You questioned yourself, did you? All that had ever come from having friends was pain.  Did you really want to put yourself through that all over again? You looked up at him, studying him, his features, his eyes, looking for an answer.  Then finally came your reply.

“Yeah, I’d love to”


wow i’m so excited to make this multi chapter story OML!! i hope that it’s good, it might start slow and idk how long it’s going to be but yea…. ok!
xoxo ~ jordie

anonymous asked:

Oh My Gosh! just read your mad sweeney fanfic, I'm obsessed. <3 Can I request as well? Possessive/jealous mad sweeney with reader at the bar, waitress!reader is getting bothered by a customer at the bar. Sweeney sees across the bar, takes matters into his own hands. Can be a little smutty?

Oh Anon I fuckin love the idea of possessive Mad Sweeney, so so much. I know this might not be what you were after, but I like the idea of sweet possessive Sweeney just the tiniest bit more than Sweeney who fucks like he fights. Didn’t end up being all that smutty but I couldn’t write anymore, my brain just went blank, and I like making pretty much every smut scene I write different.



It’s a normal night at the bar, you start your shift at 5.30, grinning from ear to ear as you hear a familiar Irish drawl in your ear. You turn around as you tie a knot in your apron, titling your head up to meet Sweeney’s gaze. He grins down at you with a twinkle in his eye, holding a coin out with his tongue. You get up on tip toes, grabbing it gently before you thank him. He leans down to press a kiss on the top of your forehead before he disappears into the crowd.

You grin to yourself as you make your way behind the bar, smiling at customers, greeting the regulars. The bar gets really busy as the night goes on, Sweeney drops past the bar for a drink every hour or so, checking up on you like the worrisome boy you know he is. You go on serving, taking drinks over to tables when another girl starts the later half the shift, taking over bar duty.

You balance the tray on your forearm, navigating through the crowd, twisting through gaps and muttering polite excuse me’s and sorry’s as you squeeze between people. You stop by a table of four or five men, setting the tray down so you could place the new ones on the table, collecting up the old glasses.

One of them slurs a pick up line at you, clearly getting tipsy. You force a polite smile, lifting the tray full of empty shot and pint glasses, heading back to the bar ignoring the catcalling coming from behind you. It wasn’t uncommon for people to get piss drunk while they were out, although catcallers and assholes were far and few in between shifts. But since it was a Friday night, it seemed like all of them were makin’ an appearance.

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The Last Train Home || Soulmate!Wonwoo || Oneshot

Originally posted by pangguk

GENRE: fluff, trains, soulmate!au, non-famous, oneshot

WORDS: 1842

BLURB: A late-night train, kind smiles, and a goofy boy.


Today had been a terrible day. You were tired and sleepy and all you really wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep the rest of the night away. Maybe the whole of tomorrow too.

You slogged onto the last train just in time to hear the doors slide shut behind you. You huffed in relief. At least you didn’t miss the train.

There was no one else in the car with you except for a lanky boy dressed in all black, his nose buried in a book. A pair of rimmed glasses sat on his face. Without realizing your legs moved to the seat directly opposite him and you sat down uncaring and exhausted.

You closed your eyes and instantly fell asleep.

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Rude Awakening {Dylan Massett Imagine/One Shot}

               I wrote this because I love Dylan Massett from Bates Motel, and I have failed to find any imagines/one shots about him on tumblr. What is wrong with the world?! The boy is perfection!      

 You jolted awake when you heard the loud knocking on your door. You groggily got out of bed, your fear vanishing when you recognized the voice that was yelling your name from the top of his lungs.

               “Dylan, what the hell are you doing?” You sighed tiredly as you swung the door open to reveal Dylan Massett, a boy who you had recently befriended.

               He ignored your question and only strolled into your apartment, his beer bottle swinging in his hand as he made his way over to the sofa, which he collapsed onto with a contented sigh. You winced as you watched him lift his muddy boots onto the armrest.

               “Dylan, feet down.” You snapped. You were always irritable when you were rudely awakened.

               “So bossy!” Dylan complained drunkenly, moving his feet with a pout on his face.

               You failed to stop yourself from smiling at your cute expression. This had happened a lot in the past few weeks, Dylan would drink his entire body weight in beer and then he would come shouting and stumbling over to your apartment. It had almost become a common routine for him to sleep on your small sofa.

               “You are such a pisshead.” You laughed, shaking your head at the blonde boy.

               “Shut up, I’m not even that drunk.” He slurred, only proving how drunk he really was.

               You rolled your eyes, “Sure you’re not Dyl.”

               “Dyl.” Dylan repeated your nickname for him with a happy smile on your lips.

               You laughed at him and walked over to your airing cupboard to grab your thick red blanket. You threw it over his long body, smirking when you saw how his feet dangled off the edge. You took his boots off and threw them to the side.

               “I always knew you were desperate to undress me.” Dylan smirked teasingly, his blue eyes burning into your skin as he stared intensely at your face. He had always thought you were attractive, even when you were wearing no makeup and had a messy bedhead, he thought it was sexy.

               “You wish Dylan Massett.” You sniggered, pulling tongues at him.

               “I do.” He sighed as he watched you leave in the direction of your room, his eyes fixed on your arse before you switched the lights off, engulfing him in darkness.

               You sunk back into your bed and wrapped the duvet around you. You were freezing, it was mid-November and your heating had been dodgy for weeks. You shivered and buried your head in the pillow, letting out a sigh as you slowly drifted back to sleep – that was until Dylan stumbled into your bedroom, swearing when he stubbed his toe on your bed.

               “Dylan!” You hissed, “What the hell are you doing?”

               “I don’t want to sleep on your sofa, I’m too long for it, besides it freezing out there!” Dylan complained as he flopped into the bed next to you.

               “Dylan, we both can’t fit in my bed!” You stated the obvious. You had a single bed with a single duvet. Dylan was hanging off the edge and your back was pressed firmly against the cold wall.

               “Well come closer then.” Dylan grumbled, turning on his side and wrapping his arms around your waist. You blushed at his actions, even though it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Dylan to act boldly around girls, he had a lot of experience, he had lost his virginity when he was twelve for crying out loud! You on the other hand barley had any experience, you had only ever slept with one person, and it had been rubbish, making you conclude that sex wasn’t the amazing thing that everyone made out it was.

               “You’re freezing.” Dylan noted as he tangled his legs with yours.

               “My heating broke.” You explained.

               Dylan frowned, “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have sorted it out for you.”

               “I know, I just didn’t want to bother you, I know you’re busy with…stuff.” You mumbled. By stuff you meant the weed business, and the fact that he was sleeping with his boss.

               “I’m never too busy for you Y/N.” Dylan said softly, his voice sincere.

               You gave him a small smile, “Really? Because it seems the only time I see you is when you’re as drunk as a skunk.”

               “I know.” Dylan sighed guiltily, “Sorry, I’m just dealing with some stuff at the moment.”

               You reached out and ran your hand over his cheek, feeling the slight stubble that was on his jaw. He gazed at you, his heart stuttering slightly at your gentle gesture.

               “I’m sorry that everything’s so messed up Dylan.” You whispered.

               You knew that Dylan was going through a lot at the moment, he was living with his boss because things had been harder than normal with Norma and Norman, and the weed business was becoming more and more dangerous for Dylan. He didn’t know that you were terrified that something was going to happen to him, he didn’t know how much she hated Jodi for putting your life at risk. You hated the fact that you were living with her, sleeping in the same bed as her like you both were now, you hated knowing his hands had been all over her, that he had been ravishing her and not you.

               At the thought you removed your hand quickly from his face and moved away from him. He frowned at your abrupt movement and how your face had become closed off, your eyes sad and jealous.

               “Hey, what just happened?” Dylan questioned, his tone slightly angry. He didn’t like you moving away from him, he wanted to be close to you, to feel your small body against his own and the sound of your heartbeat against his chest. “Why did you spring away from me like I just electrocuted you?”

               “It’s nothing…” You dismissed, “I just don’t know how Jodi would react if she knew we were in bed with each other.” There was a bitter edge to your voice, something that Dylan picked up on.

               “Are you jealous?” Dylan gasped, suddenly understanding your strange behaviour.

               “No.” You snapped, making it incredibly obvious that you were in fact very jealous.

               “Yes you are.” Dylan smirked, moving towards you.

               You moved backwards, only to collide with your bedroom wall once again. Dylan smirked again, knowing he had you trapped. He wrapped his arm around you, tugging you towards him, his hand resting on your hip.

               “Are you jealous because I’m living with her?” Dylan asked, his hot breath warming your face. He smelt of beer and peppermints, and you could smell his aftershave on his neck. “Or because I’m having sex with her?”

               His hand slid over your arse, his fingers trailing down your thigh before he lifted it, hooking it around his own hip. He flipped you over so you were on your back and he hovered over you, his hand trailing over your thigh until it reached the hem of your t-shirt. He slid his hand under the material, caressing the skin of your stomach as he supported his weight on the hand that was beside your head.

               “I’m not jealous.” You breathed shakily. Your heart was hammering in your chest as he continued to caress his skin.

               “Oh really?” Dylan chuckled throatily before he ducked his head into the crook of your neck. His lips kissed your neck softly, causing your eyes to flutter shut. “That’s a shame, because you’re sexy when you’re jealous.” His teeth nibbled at your skin causing your lips to part. You gasped as he ground his hips into yours, feeling the large bulge beneath his jeans rub against you.

               “That feel good baby?” He asked huskily, rolling his hips onto your again.

               You moaned in reply, your hands knotting in his hair as you pulled his face down so you could kiss him. You kissed him hard, biting his lip and rising your hips to meet his own. He groaned at the contact and the force of your kisses, he had always pinned you as an innocent girl, but boy, was he wrong. He kissed you back hungrily, his fingers fiddling impatiently with your shirt, annoyed with the piece of fabric that was concealing your gorgeous body from him. You moved so that you were straddling, pulling away from his lips with a smirk. You took your top off and threw it to the side of the room, your smirk widening as Dylan licked his lips, his eyes skimming over your stomach and your breast before he locked eyes with you.

               “Jesus, you’re gorgeous.” He breathed, a gentle smile on his face.

               You laughed as he tugged you towards him, pressing your body beneath his own as he kissed you fiercely. You quickly discarded his top so that you were skin against skin, your hands trailed down his chest, feeling the taut muscles of his abdomen before you traced the waistband of his jeans.

               “Y/N, if you keep touching me like this, I’m not gonna be able to stop.” Dylan told me huskily, his eyes dark with lust as his fingers dug into your hips. “I’ve been imagining this for months, and now that it’s finally happening I’m finding it hard to control myself.”

               “What about Jodie?” You questioned in shock.

               “I slept with her once, it was bad and it meant nothing. The only person that I’ve wanted for months is you, you’ve been driving me crazy Y/N.” Dylan confessed.

               You smiled and tugged him forward, your hands quickly undoing his belt as you kissed heatedly.

               “Then let’s not waste any more time then.” You smiled, causing him to grin, his blue eyes lighting up as he leaned down to kiss you passionately.

Cancer Arc, Final: Bubbles in the Wind

This is the fourth and final chapter of my Cancer Arc Series.

Part 1: Mint Chocolate Chip

Part 2: Love Me Tender

Part 3: I See You

Author: @piecesofscully

Rating: R

Timeline: Season 4/5ish

A/N: Serious hardcore thanks to @kateyes224 for all of the love, and the uber quick and always efficient beta.  You never cease to amaze me, boo. 


I swallow a groan as I turn to face her, sleeping peacefully, just inches from me in bed. I move cautiously so not to wake her; it’s been months since she’s slept through the night.  As I watch the slow rise and fall of her breathing, I convince myself that if I don’t look at the clock, don’t do the math regarding the number of hours I’ve tossed and turned, then I won’t know how much sleep I missed in the morning.  Maybe I won’t feel as tired.

This trick of the mind is one I taught myself ages ago when nightmares plagued my twilight hours, when I began suffering regularly from self-induced insomnia.  At times in previous years exhaustion has nearly crippled me, reducing my days to riding the caffeine influenced roller coaster of highs and lows until 5pm when I could race home and finally crash.  Finding comfort in the last rays of sunshine, their glow washing away the haunted visions that kept me awake in the dark.

It’s not the nightmares, however, that keep me up tonight.

She jerks gently as she dreams, her legs twitching under the heavy comforter that lay over us, and I wonder how the hell she’s able to sleep at a time like this.  My stomach has been a twisted knot of anxiety the entire day, and I found myself puttering around her apartment in an attempt to keep myself busy.  To keep myself from thinking.

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Peter Parker Imagine The Other Side

Requested by Anon: Can I request a Civil War spiderman imagine where the reader is on Caps team and is fighting Peter and Peter is all flirty and stuff to her please?

Part 2

You glared at Tony, a person you’d once called a friend and who had helped you when you’d joined the Avengers. His team stared back at yours and you wondered how you’d ended up in such an awful situation. 

Bu you knew you couldn’t let them win. 

Suddenly. a figure jumped over you and fired a web at Steve. You watched them, as they landed opposite you and you rolled your eyes at their obvious inexperience. 

“Resorting to using children now, Stark? That’s a little low, even for you.” You chided him and the boy tilted his head. He looked to Tony questioningly, who had his jaw set firmly. 

“Peter, meet (Y/N). The youngest Avenger.” As he spoke, your hands crackled with the electrical power in your veins. Quickly, you sliced Steve’s hands free and ran towards a plane, the boy following you closely. 

“Hey, I worked pretty damn hard on that entrance.” He called and you chuckled, ducking below the plane, as he dropped in front of you. You placed your hands forwards and electrocuted him mildly, which made him fall.

“Sorry about that.” You mumbled and started running away, when a web shot out and latched onto your foot. Your eyes found Peter, as he dragged you back to him, your back hitting the floor. 

“Is this how all your fights end up?” You raised an eyebrow, as Peter stood over you. He shot webs on your hands, much like he’d done to Steve earlier. 

“Only when i’m fighting someone beautiful.” You blushed and smiled coyly at him, which you knew had made him relax. 

“Really? Guess I must be special then?” You asked, as you quickly removed the webs, without Peter noticing. 

“Yeah. But how did a someone like you end up on the wrong team?” Peter asked and you quietly charged up, but waited for the right moments to strike. He leaned forward and you grinned. 

“Because I’m the best and the winning team needs the best.” You shot at him and it knocked him backwards. You stood up and fired again, careful to only graze him, but ensure he wouldn’t get up anytime soon. 

“Thanks for the exercise. Good to know I’ve still got it.” You started walking away, when he lifted his head up. 

“I thought we had something!” Peter called and you smirked, but couldn’t deny that he had been flattering. 

“When this is all over, maybe we’ll find out.” You replied and ran back to the fight. 

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My Brother’s In Love [Pt. 1]

In which no one knows about Mickey and Ian and they slowly get their answers.

Lip never liked Kash. He was annoying, freaky and kept always let his wife walk all over him. Lip could stand the guy but really would rather not have to. So when he put two and two together after spotting Ian sporting one of Kash’s shoes and vice verse, he realised that, yep, the old creep was fucking his little brother.

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Title: Second Chances

Code: JD0008

Requested by: anon

Words: 1,436

Note: Ahhh this was so much fun to write!

You were going through old boxes in your PJ’s when you found it. You’d forgotten what it was until you opened it. The polka-dotted box gave nothing away as to the contents, and when you opened it, you were surprised. There, inside, was your previous life with Jethro Gibbs.

You pulled out a few polaroids and smiled at the memories. The two of you at the beach in California, smiling under the sun’s rays… Him with his arm around you at Thanksgiving dinner at your grandmother’s place… You pressing a kiss to his cheek as he opened your present at Christmas… You sighed. All memories that were old now.

You really should get rid of the box.

You were only going through things to make room for Jason’s boxes to come in the next week or so. After your break-up with Gibbs, you had mended your broken heart for a few years before you met Jason. He was the same age as you, much unlike Jethro. He liked music, poetry, and romance. He treated you right. He told you that you were beautiful and that he believed in you. He brought you coffee to work even though it meant seeing your ex-boyfriend, and he even supported you in that. Jason was the entire package. Best of all? He wanted to marry you. He had proposed, and the wedding was only days away.

It took you such a long time to let go of Jethro. The break-up was hard on you and it caused you to take a few years off from NCIS, for obvious reasons. It was within those years that you entered a coffee shop at the end of your block and found Jason. He was funny and charming. He was adorable and sexy. He was smart and sophisticated. He was… everything you had ever wanted, and you were going to marry him.

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On the day Leonard McCoy retires, he is more nervous than happy.  Jim watches him fondly from the audience of the official ceremony, Spock maintaining a dignified presence at Jim’s side like usual. The Surgeon General at the podium talks about all the great work Leonard has done throughout his career, from the saving of countless lives to the advances in medical theory accredited to him to the many doctors, staff, and scientists who as of that moment are lamenting Leonard’s retirement from their community. The man continues to detail how Leonard’s work will be the inspiration for generations to come, at which point Leonard can only bob his head along dumbly and pray he doesn’t embarrass himself completely when it is time to give his goodbye speech.  

At long last, the Surgeon General introduces Leonard and welcomes him to the podium to say a few words.  Leonard briefly ponders saying a simple “Thanks” but as he looks across the sea of faces (and the cameras of the stations televising the event across the galaxy, oh geez) he knows his heart wants to say a little more and so he does.  

“I could spend all day up here listing the folks I’m grateful to.  That’s what it means to be a part of Starfleet and our Federation… your accomplishments aren’t made alone.”  He pauses before going on.  “I’ll just tell y’all this: your potential to help others is best realized when you have someone to help you.  Without the support I had from staff, crewmates, colleagues and friends, I doubt you’d see half the list of achievements they put in that brochure for you to read.”  The crowd chuckles.  Leonard ducks his head a little and fixes his sparkling blue eyes on the men in the front row.  “I’ll just add too that it helps if you’re dating your ship’s captain and first officer at the time.”  Laughter now.  “On that score, I’d be remiss not to mention my two best reasons for being up here today and the very same reasons I need to retire these old bones - Admiral James T. Kirk and Cpt. S’chn T’gai Spock.  They swore up and down they weren’t going to embarrass me today but I made no such promise.  Give them a hand!”  He claps, to which he faintly hears Jim groaning, “Bones,” and Spock pretending that he isn’t dismayed by the sudden attention and cheering.

“I think you forgot to list my best accomplishment,” Leonard whispers not so quietly to the Surgeon General, basically for everyone to hear.  “Came right at the tail end of my career too: sweet-talking two of Starfleet’s most decorated officers into matrimony.”  As the Surgeon General looks confused, Jim sucks in a breath and Spock raises both of his eyebrows, Leonard stares down at his long-time partners and says, “One of you’s always reminding me there is no better time than the present… So what do you say?  Can we finally get hitched now that I’m a free man?”

Shouts of encouragement, catcalls, fierce clapping - all of it fades to the background as Leonard, smiling, watches Jim and Spock exchange a glance before standing up together, their acceptance though unspoken already plain to see.

It’s the Surgeon General who is shaking his head, but he - nor anyone else sitting on the stage - looks particularly surprised that a retirement ceremony for one could so easily turn into an engagement party for three.  After all Kirk, Spock, and McCoy have never played by anyone else’s rules but their own; but that too is why there has always been cause to celebrate the partnership of these three men.  

In the end, the man cannot help but join in, clapping for a union of the ages.

I dream of Djinni

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

Sam x Reader

Content: Fluff and light smut

Word Count: 3226 (Sorry, this one was really long, but I kept it as short as possible and I for one found it really interesting, but, hey, I’m bias).


Sun danced through the cream lace curtain kissing the dangling crystals and casting colors about the room. You shifted, body thick with sleep, yet oddly energized as if you didn’t spend half the night killing vampires. You wiped the sleep from your eyes, crisp clean cotton sheets slid over your naked skin drawing a tendril of confusion. You perched up on your elbow, startling as a mass jumped up onto the bed, bright green eyes staring inches from yours. The cat mewed, ducking is fuzzy head to nuzzle against your cheek.

“Baby?” A soft husky voice matching the gentle morning light vibrated against you.

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