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Escape - Chapter Five

SPN FanFic

~Y/N and Dean are abducted after a night at the bar and thrown into a maze of horrors. Can Sam track down his brother and girlfriend in time? Can they even hold on that long?~

Dean, Reader; Sam

1,360 Words

Series Warnings: Angst. Show level violence. Graphic gore and blood. Extreme situations that may cause anxiety and fear. Character injury and trauma. (Extra Warnings in the tags)

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Chapter Five: Some Fresh Hell

Y/N wiped her hands on her thighs, streaking the soft denim with putrid muck as she followed Dean into the next room.

Unlike the last, this room was fully lit, although having vision wasn’t necessarily a good thing. The door shut automatically behind them, sealing itself like an airlock, and Dean and Y/N looked around at the empty space. The walls were white and round, curving around the perimeter of a white tile floor that was lined with grate vents. The ceiling was low, and Dean could surely have laid his palm flat against it if he tried.

“Another dead end,” Y/N sighed and ran her hand along the wall to her right, finding no seams in the structure. She tapped her fingers against it and it echoed dimly in response. “It’s metal. What the fuck? What is this, a silo?”

“Or a shipping container?” Dean shrugged as he looked around.

“No, those are corrugated. This is more like… I don’t even know what this is like. Where the fuck are we?”

“I wish I knew.”

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Don’t Touch My Stuff! (TG/AP)

              Danny loved to mess with his older sister’s stuff, much to her frustration. He would always hide her belongings just to watch her freak out. He got a kick out of her storming around the house and yelling “don’t touch my stuff, you little brat” as she looked for whatever he took from her. One day, she grew fed up with Danny’s behavior and decided to teach him a lesson. She had a goth friend who was super into witchcraft and hexes, and she asked her to come over and lay a trap for her brother. She knew he would try to hide whatever new item she flaunted around the house, so she had her friend place a hex on a new red hairclip and wore it around the house, making sure Danny saw her wearing it. She placed it right on her dresser before leaving the house to hang out with her friends, laying the perfect trap for Danny. Little did she know that the curse was going to change both of their lives forever.

              Danny waited until his sister was gone before sneaking into her room. He saw the hairclip sitting alone on her dresser. He picked it up and examined it, wondering what to do with it. Deciding to tease his sister a bit, be placed it in his hair and pulled out his phone to take a selfie. It clicked satisfyingly as it clipped his hair, but before he was able to snap a pic and send it to his sister, he felt a wave of dizziness come over him. He looked in the mirror above the drawer just in time to see his hair begin to grow. In a matter of seconds, his hair had turned jet black and grown down to his waist. His scalp tickled as his hair grew long and silky. For a second, he thought he was hallucinating, but a moment after his hair stopped growing he could feel his body beginning to stretch. With a sudden burst, he grew nearly six inches in height, stretching his boyish clothes and revealing his maturing midriff. He watched himself in the mirror as his abs tensed up, becoming toned and athletic. With a few cracks, his shoulders and hips expanded outwards, tearing his already stretched clothes. He wanted to scream for help, but he knew that his sister was gone and his parents were still at work.

              His tattered clothes drifted off his rapidly maturing body, revealing the smooth, pale skin that now covered his body. He looked over his new frame, realizing that he looked strikingly feminine now. In fact, the longer he stared at his changing body, the more he noticed how much he was beginning to look like his sister. The revelation made him want to puke. He had always seen girls as some strange creatures from another world, and the idea of becoming one was not sitting well with him. Before he could ruminate on the idea of being a girl more, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation coming from his nipples. He watched his chest in the mirror as his nipples began to expand, growing larger and darker, and beginning to protrude uncomfortably from his chest. He felt the cool air of the room making his nipples harden, and while it seemed utterly wrong, the feelings coming from his chest were undeniably pleasurable. He suddenly let out a girly moan as he arched his back and pushed his chest forward, watching in horror as two large breasts began to grow beneath his new nipples. He knew that older girls had boobs, but he had always been grossed out by them. Now he knew that he was definitely becoming a girl, and while the idea of living in a girl’s body made him want to cry, he couldn’t help but moan louder as his new breasts swung freely off his chest. The mounds of flesh on his chest finally stopped growing, allowing to regain his composure as the pleasure coming from his chest subsided. He was breathing heavily, still disgusted by the weight hanging off his chest, but also noticing how much his voice sounded like his sister’s. The thought of becoming his sister sent a shiver up his spine, causing him to panic and plead to an empty room to make these changes stop.

              “Please, I don’t want to be a girl! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have taken Stacey’s stuff! I don’t want to be Stac- EEEYYYYYY!” he squealed in his sister’s voice as he felt his butt beginning to inflate. He turned around and faced his ass to the mirror, staring at the cute peach shape it had taken. He squeezed it briefly, noticing how soft and round his butt cheeks were now, but quickly stopped as he realized that he was touching his sister’s body. This all felt wrong, and he would do anything to make it stop, but before he could do anything else he suddenly felt another tingling sensation coming from his chest. He began to sweat as he realized that girls have different parts between their legs. He didn’t know what was about to happen, but he watched his crotch in terror as his boy parts began to retract into his body. He felt his insides shifting around, making room for a bunch of new organs that he didn’t even know the name of. With a final slurp, he was left with a pair of fleshy lips between his legs and an alien dampness that called for attention. He didn’t want to touch the new thing between his legs, but the feelings it was sending through his body couldn’t be ignored. It felt itchy, but in a weird, exciting way, like it needed to be filled. Reluctantly, he reached a feminine hand down between his legs and began to rub the moist lips where his member used to be. A flood of pleasure coursed through his body as his fingers made contact with his new sex. He knew it was wrong, that he was a boy, but these feelings were unimaginable. He screamed in pleasure and plunged his fingers deep into his new clit, rubbing the fleshy cavern between his legs and the pleasure continued to build. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost himself in pleasure. He could only hear his moans and the schlicking sounds of his hand sliding in and out of his new sex. He could feel his face shifting and cracking, becoming a perfect replica of his sister’s, but he didn’t care at this point. The only thing he cared about was the ecstasy coursing through his veins.

              A sudden crash of a door closing shocked him back from the brink of orgasm. He regained himself and looked at his body, disgusted with his actions, but reluctantly wanting more. He looked at himself in the mirror, realizing that he was now an exact copy of his sister, and realized he had to cover himself up before whoever just entered the house saw him naked. Before he could find clothes to put on, he heard someone rush up the stairs and burst into the room. It was Brian, his sister’s boyfriend. He dropped his bookbag on the floor and smiled upon seeing the naked girl standing there.

              “Hey, baby. I see you were too excited to wait for me,” Brian said, removing his shirt and revealing a chiseled masculine body. His olive skin glistened in the sunlight, and the sight of his attractive physique immediately made Danny’s heart beat faster. He felt the dampness growing in his crotch again, but didn’t know why. He wanted to run and hide, but Brian was blocking the only way out.

              “Whoa, uhhh, I don’t know if we should…um…” Danny stammered as he frantically searched for words.

              “What’s wrong, Stephanie? Your sister is out with her friends and your parents won’t come home for another few hours, right?”

              Danny recoiled as Brian said the name ‘Stephanie’, his mind filling with new memories and personality traits. He tried to fight it, he didn’t want to be a girl and didn’t want to like girly things, but the name ‘Stephanie’ kept growing louder and louder in his head. The memories he had of playing action figures began to transform into memories of playing dress-up with Barbie dolls. He tried to think of his video game collection, but could only think of all the makeup he had collected over the years. The shirts with comic book logos that he loved to wear became cute dresses and skirts that revealed just enough to drive boys crazy. As the thought of boys entered his head, his mind began to change even faster. He didn’t want to think of boys, especially cute, shirtless, musclebound boys, but the more he thought about it, the more excited he got, and the more wet the area between his legs grew. Memories of the cute boys at school messing around with him and caressing his body gave him goosebumps. He suddenly remembered Stacy, his twin sister, and how jealous she was when Brian started dating- NO! This wasn’t him! He was a boy, a nerdy little kid. This was wrong! He felt like he was going to fall to his knees and cry, but to his surprise he fell into the embrace of Brian’s arms. He wanted to scream, but he looked up and locked eyes with the cute boy holding him and suddenly felt comfortable.

              Brian laid the naked girl down on the bed without breaking eye contact. He gently grabbed her legs and opened them. The young couple remained speechless, the girl simply staring at Brian’s hardening cock as her legs opened, revealing her tight, moist pussy. The last remnant of Danny’s old life exploded into oblivion as Brian thrust his cock into her for the first time, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her fertile body. She was Stephanie, Brian was her boyfriend, and her twin sister Stacey was always being a bitch to her ever since she and Brian had started dating. She knew Stacey was jealous of her boyfriend, but that knowledge only made her hornier as they fucked on Stacey’s bed. Stephanie threw her arms back and braced herself against the pillow as Brian continued to pound her. She moaned in ecstasy as his dick filled her, shaking her sizeable boobs with each thrust. The stench of sex filled the room, and she knew Stacey would know about her playtime with Brian when she came home. With a final thrust, Brian grunted as Stephanie screamed, both climaxing at the same time before lying next to each other on the bed and smiling. The sweaty couple cuddled, breathing sensually into each other’s faces as Stephanie reveled in the feeling of her pussy being coated in Brian’s cum.

              “That’s a cute hairclip, Steph,” Brian said, brushing the hair out of her face.

              “Thanks, babe. It’s my sister’s,” she said with a wicked smile. She had never been happier, and as the couple drifted blissfully to sleep, Stacey’s goth friend was sitting quietly at the mall while Stacey shopped. She was still learning about hexes, and had the sudden realization that she may have used the wrong spell on Stacey’s hairclip…

anonymous asked:

How do you think the assassins/templars would react if they find their SO sleeping in their coats?


Originally posted by competitiveeatingfortheelderly


I hope you don’t mind, dear anon, but I didn’t stay strictly to your prompt. Satisfaction is key, and if I failed to write something how you wanted it, please let me know!

Thanks to a dear page supporter, I’ll now be adding Mary Read/James Kidd to the list of assassins. Let me know what you think!

Altair: He’d been searching everywhere- he could not find his coat, which was necessary for his day. Unaware of where else to look, he decides to go to your quarters, hoping you’d know where the coat was. Without knocking, he barged into your home, but halted abruptly where he stood. There you were, peacefully sleeping, however not in your normal robes, but in his own coat. Still frozen in your doorway, he slowly and silently backs up and leaves. He would just steal one of Malik’s for the day.

Ezio: Your moment of silence had been disrupted by short, loud, and raspy chuckles. Slowly, groggily, and annoyed, you began to wake from your euphoric rest. Unsurprisingly, there was Ezio, lying by your side, laughing like an idiot. Not only were you tired and irritated, but now confused; that is until you figured out why he had been laughing. The night before, you’d been so lonely, knowing Ezio couldn’t be with you. To feel content and whole again, you reached for his coat… one he never wore, and the one he wanted you to keep. Unintentionally, you’d drifted asleep, the cloths contorted around your body. Ridged with realization, you hastily and unsuccessfully attempted to take the coat off; Ezio’s laughter subsided. He grabbed your hand, his eyes crinkled with delight. “You’re just too beautiful, mi amore.”

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Shameless Self-Insertion: Mission Report

By popular demand, here’s the sequel to Shameless Self-Insertion: A Soldier in the Night

Bucky Barnes x Reader SMUT!! - 8962 words.

Bucky’s called away after your hot night together, leaving you to pick up the pieces. As you struggle to return to a normal life without him, you wonder whether things will ever be the same.

Originally posted by peterparkher

A/N: Thanks for checking this out!! I sure hope you like it. ✌🏻💗😈

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Theo x Reader / Scott x Reader

Warnings: Dom!Scott, Dom!Theo, Sub!Reader, Heavy hints of smut

Part two will be coming soon with lots of smut. Thank you to @daddyobrienx for getting me out of my writers block :P

Part Two

Theo could feel his body relaxing as he ran. The icy night air stung his nose but he didn’t care, the last of his pack had deserted him and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out against Scott’s pack.


When something to his left snapped he skidded to an immediate halt and slowly scanned the woods for whatever had made the noise. After a few minutes he spotted her, wide eyed and the scent of wolf and fear rolling off her, watching him as if she wasn’t sure if she should run away or towards him.


“Well hello there Princess, what’s a cute thing like you doing out here alone?” As soon as he spoke she rushed forwards and collided with his chest, rubbing against him and marking him with her scent.


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20 please 👀👀👀

also requested by @softrobertsugden :)))

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

Robert’s mostly asleep, curled up on the sofa as usual. He manages fits and starts most of the time, the ridiculous duvet he can’t stop wrapping around himself, the sound of the pub washing over him.

He can’t remember the last time he went in his room for anything other than clothes.

He’s drifting, somewhere close to conscious, when voices bleed through his vicious nightmares.

“-long has he been like this?”

There’s a soft hand in his hair, threading strands through familiar fingers.

“Months. Don’t think he could handle being upstairs, love.”

Robert recognises the voices. He knows them, he thinks, but he’s so tired, exhausted in ways he’s never been before and can’t bring himself to open his eyes.

“Is he asleep?”


There’s a silence that Robert’s not sure is real; maybe he’s still drifting in and out of sleep.

“He looks awful.”

Robert wants to protest, feels like waking up just for that. He’s doing his best; he’s trying to be strong, has to be for Aaron.

“I spent most of the time worrying about him. Every time he came in, he looked worse. I think that hurt more.”

Robert didn’t mean to be weak. He tried. He really tried.

The hand rests on his cheek, something soft and damp presses to his temple. A kiss, he thinks, and doesn’t know who it could be. His heart thumps in want when he thinks about Aaron doing the same. Chas has done it once, when she thought he was alseep, worried about you, she’d whispered. Vic’s never done it, even if he knows she wishes she could.

He shifts, lets out a slow breath, but can’t open his eyes. Part of him wants to stay here, warm and loved. He doesn’t want to wake up, to face the reality of being alone.

“Robert?” The voice sounds suspiciously familiar, something Robert wants, needs. “Hey, Rob, s’alright.”

Robert curls up deeper in the duvet, but there’s something warm next to him. He buries his face in it, the hand coming back to his head, massaging gently. He feels safe, comfortable and his chest feels tight.

“I don’t wanna wake him,” the voice admits. “What if we can’t do this, mum?”

“You will. You’re strong, both of you.”

Robert doesn’t feel it. He feels every day like another piece of him shatters and disappears. What if he’s not the person Aaron wants when he wakes up?

Robert whimpers, feels the hand tighten in his hair, then relax.

“I should let him sleep.”

“He’ll kill ya for not waking him up.” Chas, Robert thinks. Chas.

If Chas is there-

Robert jerks awake, body screaming to go back to sleep, to rest, but when Robert’s eyes open-


Oh, fuck.

“Aaron,” Robert says, his vocie unrecognisable, more sob than word, and he drags Aaron in, presses his face into Aaron’s neck. “Aaron, Aaron.”

“It’s okay,” Aaron says, just as wrecked. “Rob, I’m home, I’m home.”

“I tried to be strong,” Robert says, knowing he wasn’t meant to hear but he can’t stop the words tumbling out. “If you thought I could handle it-”

“Hey,” Aaron says softly, kisses Robert gently, far more gentle than Robert deserves. “We’ll talk later, alright? I just wanna be here with you.”

“Yeah,” Robert says, leaning in, pressing his face to Aaron’s neck. “I love you so much, Aaron, I-”

“I know,” Aaron promises, kisses his temple. “I love you too.”

Kiss Me

The night had taken a turn. So much so that even now, when they ought to be sound in their slumber, they stay under a twilight moon. In the midst of their surprise rendezvous, you watched as the sky took it’s starry hold in the atmosphere. Placing the clear awaking of day with the black and misty hold of night. Harry noticed the fixation of your eyes against the stars as you two sat in the midnight train. It was always on an automatic route, open cargo cars for reckless teenagers to enjoy stargazing from.

  Your eyes shone brightly under the flourishing moonlight, as did the emerald of Harry’s. The adoration between the two of you couldn’t be denied. It was a force that now, after the duration of day had taken its affect and slathered its daily warrant of fatigue upon you, still kept you aware of the stunning setting that unfolded.

“Yeh wore the dress love” He states. The deep tone of his voice cut like daggers through the chilly silk of the once silent air.

The dress wasn’t something magical. Just a simple right-below-the-knee cut, and some quarter length sleeves. The garment was something of a plain cream color, yet Harry liked the textured feeling of it under the pads of his fingers.

“You wore your shoes and shirt I see” You reply. The floral embroidery of his top bellowed under the breeze that trailed the lighting quick train. Shoes of tan sued to faintly tap against the metal floor of the cargo car. The noise echoed.

   Once again, it wasn’t something abnormal. A pretty common thing for his shirt to be a button too loose, and for his boots to come to a steady point at the edge of his toes. Another simplistic combination that held an odd meaning in your eyes. A sign of beauty in his ability to grace such an outfit. He thought it was such a shame that you couldn’t see it in yourself. Your eloquence held a focal point in the clouds of his distracted mind. A mind that had drifted away from your clothes and stayed to linger on the blurring scenery in front of him.

The environment became more familiar as the train approached your destination. It was when the train came to a sudden halt that he grabbed your frigid hand and allowed you to disembark with him. One step by one step until two pair of wiggly feet felt the ground beneath their lanky bodies.

“M'never been here this late a'night” Harry murmured subtly. The tips of his fingers dancing along the exposed skin of your dress. They felt cold and arose a chill along your flesh. A kiss was placed to your temple before he stepped a little farther ahead of you as guidance.

“You know where we’re going don’t you?” You questioned. You wish you had payed more attention to the location. The final stop would be a surprise to your eager eyes, and a glimmering joy in his. He’d plan much into this little hide out of his. “O’ course love. Found this place at nigh’. Looks beautiful.” He spoke. Something in his tone suggested that he wasn’t talking about his secret.

   The next few minutes consists of a comfortable silence. You felt the leaves crunch beneath your own shoes, and enjoyed it. The sparkling moon held a hazy reflection in the puddles you accidentally stepped in, and you twisted your head backwards every time, watching the image blurs in ripples before swaying like a mini tide. The nature of it al consumed our thoughts in a whirlwind. It was magnificent. No wonder Harry had been so eager to have you stroll your way over here. It wasn’t something you’d necessarily forget anytime soon. “Almos’ there love” He stated. He paused his waking for a second to glance at your flats that adorned your feet. He purses a smile before speaking again with a slight chuckle behind his words.

“Might wanna take those off” He spoke with a pearly grin. It was ironic how similar it was to a Cheshire Cat, even more so in the night. As you approached your destination, you could see why. There was a tree house, maybe three stories high, with dusty stairs that winded around its base and slithered around its neck. The tree had a room perches at its very tip, where the makeshift rails and wooden bridge entrance faded into a sturdy floor. Your movements were timid as you took of you shoes and placed them by the trunk neatly. He did the same with his and slowly lead you up. The view seemed to twirl as you did. A gasp escaped your lips when you entered the top. A blanket was draped under a small lamp, and a petite radio sung a mellow tune in the background. The wind sang with it through the sliver of window space. A soft heaven seemed to hang in the toasty air.

“This is… Just- Just beautiful” You gushed. The sight was really a jaw dropper. The authenticity of it all pulled at your emotions as he lead you two to take a crouching seat. You sipped on the water he had gave to you. Harry’s body remained close to yours in the small, comforting space. Your head draped against the broad curve of his shoulder before resting on the crook of his neck.

     All of your breathes were heard as you exhaled contently. The faintest of adoring smirks laid on the surface of his lips, and you couldn’t help but travel your sight towards the raspberry colored flesh. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he watched your own. Everything about you allured his body. The intoxicating scent of your detergent and shampoo that lingered in your hair after a nighttime shower. The taste of your soft knuckles at the base of his mouth as he plants kisses. The graceful sight of your smile when you giggle at a lame joke of his. The sweet sound of your voice, as if rivers and a velvet sky morphed in one along a tropical sunset.

You realized where his gaze followed moments after his trailing thoughts ended. You placed a perky smile upon them and an ungodly blush blanketed his reddened skin. Harry’s neck snapped up and looked through thick lashes. They looked dark against the tanned marble of his skin. Skin that became illuminated, even under the limited sprinkles of light.

“M’sorry.. Yeh jus’ look so beautiful now” He said in a flustered tone. It was quite cute frankly. You chuckled and he joined the laughter.

    It was nice. Having some fun. Feeling the increase of your heartbeat when his hand brushed against your thigh, or when you two ran and jumped aboard the reeling train. The lighthearted laughter fell from his mouth, continuing until you two were back down on the wooden flooring of the tree house. The windows that hung on the ceiling gave a clear view of the twilight sky. Numerous stars the crossed the dark night.

Minutes passed by, mumbles of chatter and giggles floating about. It was his constant wandering gaze that brought him back to the wonderful sight of your face. The proximity of his lips to your skin was frightening and electrifying all at once, and the mere thought alone clouded your mind. You finally gave into the irresistible urge and faced him. The strong hold of his forest green gaze held your eyes captive, swallowing your poised demeanor and replacing it with butterflies. They rumbled in anxiety as his mouth opened to speak.

“Yeh look beautiful tonight” He whispered. Harry chuckled at the thought. Your beauty was all he thought about, but he couldn’t help it if he was left for lack of words.

“As do you” You found yourself surprised at the tone of confidence your voice carried. It surely didn’t represent your feelings at the moment.

And his words fumbled in silence as his eyes drooped close and he leaned forward. Just enough so that his lips were one or two centimeters away from your own. His voice pierced your ears as he muttered. The words came out choppy and incoherent. A mixture of beginning sounds, but never an ending, for his mind could not possibly comprehend his desire for the feel of your love and mouth against his. So they came out straightforward and blunt, yet soft and feather like as they reached your ears and tickled at the goose bumps of your skin.

“I jus’- love can I jus ki- a lil’ taste. I wanna kiss yeh so bad darling”

Your hands grasped for the firm structure of his jaw and pulled him closer. To where your mouth brushed the shell of his ear. A slight gasp left his lungs. Harry’s eyes were drooping with anticipation for the soft flesh.

“So kiss me” You whispered. Your warm breath only had a moment to fan, for he tugged your arms down gently and followed your command. His sturdy fingers hooked around the bend of your ear, putting the slightest of pressure to close the sparks.

     The feeling of it all had seemed to drown out the stars themselves, only the penetration of the moon’s silver rays to be felt under his hot eyelids. All you could do was feel. That’s all you wanted to do. Feel the passion of this rendezvous and stitch the memory of it all in your heart, the place where Harry let his hand rest as you two pulled away for a quick breath. Your back falls lightly against the blanket and his body leans sideways to yours. His torso meeting the cushion comforter, but his neck craned to kiss your aching lips once more. His right hand snaked down your side and held our hand. The length of his fingers outstretching over yours, anxious to receive more. The romantic tension had made no tangible presence till now, and although it stuck out like a sore thumb in the cozy room, the sense of it all was calm and serene. No worries and no rush. Just you, Harry, and the colorless shadows he painted across the wooden tree house. You felt his glowing smile against you. He wanted to feel the tension evaporate, and so it did. It dissipated into thin air when you two fell back again against the makeshift blanket.

     The fabric of it felt like green, lush grass. Your chest slightly panting from the prolonged kiss, but heart pounding in an ecstatic charge. The view of his smile seemed crooked from the side, but you gazed upon the sky for another sight. You wanted to touch the blistering lights that the stars created. Longing for that sense of adventure to instill within your system once again. But his kisses felt like the soft stars themselves, and his smile grew you hotter than the burning sun, so you gave up the atmosphere’s stars for something more. Traded that adventure for one that laid down right besides you. For a man who held all the stars in his eyes and all the wonder in his kisses.


Pairing: John/Paul

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 5,027

Set In: 1958

Prompt: “You’re telling me that you’re a virgin?”

Summary: there’s a first time for everything @ paul ;))))

A/N: my conscience told me early on that i should make this into two parts, and jesus fucking christ, i really should’ve listened :,)

He looked divine. It was like he was glowing almost, somehow managing to sit right where the moon shone through the tiny window above my desk. But oh ho, I didn’t dare pick at him for it, as I wanted to keep him right where he was just for the sole purpose of admiring him from up on my bed. Paul was so focused, so painfully concentrated on his plucking fingers that it was almost hurting me in a way. His broad shoulders sat forward, every inch of his lanky self angled toward the guitar help firmly in his lap. The hair that was once gelled up high had begun to crumble down and lose its volume, strands occasionally falling down onto his creased forehead. Thank God he didn’t bother to fix it, because if he weren’t staying the night it would be slicked back up immediately. There was a soft quality to it, like it made him vulnerable almost. Still, I couldn’t deny that he looked unbashedly sexy, eyes alluring and seeming to draw me into him. Paul didn’t take them off of my guitar in his slim lap, but they still managed to make me feel all sort of dreamy in a way. God, I was pathetic. He wasn’t even paying me a speck of attention, yet I wouldn’t hesitate to take him in the gentlest of ways right there on the floor. The thought of being so intimate with my best-mate-turned-boyfriend made an involuntary shudder course up my spine and down to the tips of my fingers. I had the sudden urge to climb down from my raised seat and kiss that fucking relaxed little pout right off those bowed lips of his, to draw out those blissful sighs and pleading groans that I so longed for. We’d discussed it soon after we’d gotten together as a proper couple, Paul making it exceedingly clear that he’d let me know when he was ready. Which was understandable, because if I were the one taking it up the arse, I’d need quite a bit of bloody time to prepare myself mentally for that sort of thing.

“John?” he nearly cooed, bringing me out of that little dream world I’d fallen into. “Mhm?” I replied coolly, trying my best to sound even the least but composed under his innocent gaze. “How do you play an F# major 7th chord again?” Jesus Christ, I could barely answer the question–a real fucking simple one at that. It was like he had me under one of his witchy spells, eyes drowsy and painfully sweet as per usual. I pictured those eyes as I would push into him slowly, how they would fly open wider than I’ve ever seen before, wordlessly begging for more as I began to rock my hips at a leisurely pace. I was a right fucking mess, but even his presence was just so damn distracting. “I dunno, isn’t that one where you have to lay a finger down across all the strings or somethin’?” I shrugged. It was so incredibly hard to keep from fucking dragging him on top of my body and leaving little nips and kisses all over his skin until dawn. Although, something told me that he wouldn’t mind that at all. “After all, you’re the bloody chord master here, love, not me.” Paul rolled his dark eyes, a slight twinge of annoyance hidden there. “Aye, be helpful for once in your life and try to remember,” he scoffed and handed me my guitar back, the neck still warm from his rough grip. Paul remained seated on my rug until I pulled him up to sit beside me on my mattress. “You’re a real prick, I hope you know that,” I snickered, dragging another eye roll from the boy pressed up closely beside me. I couldn’t help but touch my lips to the tip of his nose before fumbling around the fretboard of the guitar, trying to remember myself how to play that damned chord.

I never got to figure out the chord, however, for before my fingers were able to find their correct placements, Paul’s plump lips were latched onto the most sensitive part of my neck, just below the middle of my jawline, in a sudden fit of passion. “Jesus.” The words floated out of my mouth faintly, my entire body nearly going complete slack from the feeling of him leisurely swirling his tongue around the bit of flesh he’d caught between his teeth. Paul hummed into my skin, a shaking hand feeling its way up my body to cup the other side of my face. “Is that alright?” he breathed, his voice somehow faltering over the span of three short words. I couldn’t help but giggle at his odd uncertainty. He’d done this before, right? “Y-Yeah, Paulie. Perfect,” I managed to mumble in response.

It felt like my entire body was set aflame by his scorching touch. Paul’s coy fingers slipped over my neck and cheek carefully, like he feared that he might do something wrong. It was nothing to complain about, as my body responded eagerly, all coherent thought being tossed out the window as blood flowed straight to my groin. When he nipped at my earlobe shyly, it was a strange new mix of emotions; one being absolute pleasure, and the other being fear that he’ll soon notice the rapidly growing bulge in the front of my jeans. The last thing I wanted to do was to pressure the boy into anything, but God–whenever his lips finally moved on top of mine, it was like it was the last straw, the final move he’d make before I’d pin him down against the mattress, my lips dragging across every inch​ of skin that spanned his lean body. And that’s exactly what I did, nearly tossing my guitar across the room and pushing his head back against the single pillow laid against the headboard. Paul let out a heavenly groan and it was like a switch flipped in my brain, and even more so in my groin, as I could feel my unfortunate hard-on trying to stand at full attention under its denim and cotton confines. I tried so desperately to ignore it and keep myself from rutting against Paul’s thigh like an animal in heat. But being that I was sprawled out on top of him, my lips exploring almost every bit of skin on his neck, it proved to be increasingly difficult to restrain my hips from gaining that friction that I so craved.

Another long, drawn-out moan flowed from his luscious lips, and I had to whisper to him to keep quiet because Mimi had always been a light sleeper. That rule soon became increasingly hard to follow on my part, because in the middle of my bloody sentence, of course, his fingers drifted down to my clothed hips to dig into the flesh there, pulling me down so that my erection could meet his, which seemed equally as hard as mine–thank God. It took all of the little willpower I had left to not scream the fucking house down in praise of the younger boy who was now grinding his hips up against mine. Our lips met momentarily in a heated fit of tiny whimpers and tangling tongues. I could swear that I felt his long legs latch around my thighs, but I was too focused on the incredible feeling of him right there, licking into my mouth greedily.

“Mhm, oh God, J-John,” Paul hissed into my ear. The very sound of him coming so undone under me almost made all color drain from my face, which seemed impossible, as I could feel little beads of sweat start to form along my hairline. “Y-Yeah, I’m here, Paulie, I’ve got you,” I babbled aimlessly, grunting into his jaw as he shamelessly pulled my crotch down against his over and over again. I could feel his fingers drift to tug up the hem of my black t-shirt, so I sat up and allowed him to pull it over my head, revealing my heaving chest. Tossing it somewhere on to the floor, his hips slowed, giving me a moment to search his dilated eyes for some sort of hint that I should keep going. A dainty hand slid up my stomach and stopped in the center of my chest, swirling around in that miniscule patch of wispy hairs that had recently sprung out. Our eyes were locked as he continued his ministrations, fingers exploring as they wished and mapping out the expanse of my expanding torso. In a calm manner, Paul rose from his formerly relaxed position on my pillow, eyes now level with mine and our noses brushing. My hands traveled to the bottom of his sweater, and with a careful glance for permission, which he granted with a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth, I dragged the fabric up and over his torso. It almost happened in slow motion, revealing inch by inch his pale, hairy navel along with the rest of his rapidly rising and falling chest.

“I want to, John,” Paul croaked, his eyes brimming with love, although I could see that almost unnoticeable glint of fear etched into his soft features. “I want you so badly, I’m just s-scared.” My hands smoothed over his broad shoulders and up to cup either side of his beautiful fucking face. “I know, love, I know. We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable,” I gushed, trying to be as understanding as possible, which was even a stretch for me. “No no, I really want to tonight.” My spine involuntarily began to tingle at his words, that tonight was the night that we’d finally be together properly. “I-I just…” he trailed off, looking down in between our naked bellies. “What, what’s wrong?” I inquired, nervous that I might have done something to upset him. “Nothing’s wrong, really. It’s just that I, um, I haven’t exactly done this before,” Paul whispered, his voice steadier than it had been moments ago. “Yeah,” I replied simply. “I figured that this was gonna be a first for us both.” Our eyes locked again and I searched his desperately, as something still wasn’t completely right. Paul’s gaze shifted downward again, and he almost looked disappointed. “John, I–that’s not really what I meant.”

My mind went completely blank. Was he really–he couldn’t be, right? “You’re telling me that you’re a virgin?” I gulped, not entirely believing this. Paul was far too handsome, far too, I don’t know, sensual to not have had sex before, even if it were with a bird. But my thoughts proved to be correct as he nodded slowly, seeming like he feared my response. So I kissed him. I think that was one of the very few things I could do, as I was left completely speechless. Paul leaned into my mouth, hesitant at first, but I smiled against his lips, bringing him closer than he had been before. This kiss was much less needy and urgent, but not any less passionate, as I made sure that I conveyed every last ounce of emotion I had into his lips. Paul’s palms had found my chest, each resting on either side right above my erect nipples, which were begging desperately for some sort of attention.

“Johnny,” he purred into my mouth. Our lips broke apart abruptly, Paul’s eyes now housing that very evident sense of urgency. “I still want you, if you’ll have me,” he continued, partly out of breath from that near mind blowing kiss. Jesus, it was like a shock of electricity coursed straight through me, every hair on my body standing on end, especially where Paul had tangled his fingers into the little wispy ones on the nape of my neck. I cleared my throat, feeling like I could squeal and jump up and down in excitement like a little girl. “Of bloody course, you git,” I chuckled quietly and pressed my addicted lips back to his, my entire body thrumming with a whole new type of giddiness. “You’re sure?” I questioned, not wanting him to feel like he was being pressured into something that he didn’t fully want. Paul’s fingers ghosted up my sides, over my shoulders, and came to rest on my embarrassingly heated cheeks. “Positive.”

Without even a second of hesitation, I pushed him back down into the mattress, his loose hair sprawling around his head like a dark halo on the pillow. Paul flashed a charming, yet nervous grin as my lips traveled lower across his chest. “I wanna make you feel good,” I muttered against his heated skin, sucking and leaving sweet little kisses wherever I pleased. A hand wove its way into my disheveled hair and pulled me into his heaving form. “Then do it,” Paul hissed, breathless. Christ–I could hardly keep myself from thrusting a hand down the front of my pants and finishing immediately. But God, I knew that I wanted this just as much as he did. And I was determined to make his very first time worthwhile. If that meant dragging this foreplay out for as long as possible, I was more than willing to do it for Paul, because making him feel good was at the very top of my priority list.

I climbed back up his half naked form and kissed my way around his drooping face, over his irresistible chubby cheeks, down to the rounded tip of his nose, his eyes fluttering when my lips gently met his eyelids. “You are extraordinary, James Paul McCartney,” I gushed against his lips, sucking his bottom one between mine and running my tongue over it, earning a weak whimper from him when our tongues met. His hips lifted searching for the delicious friction that I only could grant him. I would occasionally let our crotches meet as I once again left a trail of sweet kisses down his body. His dark hair grew much thicker as I descended to his navel and swirled my tongue around the outside of his belly button. “Ugh, J-John,” Paul whined, the petite hand that remained in my hair pushing me down towards where he ached the most. My head lifted from its place against his pale skin, shushing him in a teasing manner because I knew that it would bother him. An adorable wave of irritation washed over his moonlit features, but soon disappeared almost completely as I moved my hands to undo the button of his trousers and pull down the zip. Paul desperately lifted his backside off of the bed so I could pull down the pants to pool at his ankles. The tent in his crotch was even more prominent now, as only one layer now stood between my now salivating mouth and his pulsing hard member. My angular nose nudged him cheekily through the cotton layer and he had to bite his knuckle to keep from emitting a pained groan when I licked a solid stripe up his length through the fabric.

“Fuck, sh-shit, oh!” Paul whimpered against his hand while I began to nip at the hairy, flexing skin pulled taut over his milky thighs. I hooked my eager fingers around the elastic waist band of his plaid boxers and yanked then down, grinning in awe when his leaking erection sprang free from the damp material. At this point, I couldn’t wait very much longer, and sucked the glistening tip into the heat of my mouth almost immediately. Paul’s grip in my hair tightened as he tried his very hardest to keep quiet. He let out an agonized grunt, and when I lifted my eyes to look at him, I swore that I very well could’ve come right then and there. His features were twisted in the delicious pleasure that my tongue gave him, whirling around the head and occasionally dipping into the slit from which the globs of precome leaked uncontrollably. Paul’s normally innocent doe eyes were squeezed shut, the little crow’s feet he’d always had at the corners more prominent in his blissful state, and his plump mouth opened only the slightest bit to reveal his tongue darting out to lick his dried lips.

When I took him fully into my mouth, a seemingly frustrated moan vibrated from deep down in his chest, and I had to hold his hips to keep him from thrusting up wildly into my mouth and choking me. I continued working on his pulsing dick, occasionally stroking him with my hand to give my tired mouth a short rest. And when I dragged a knuckle down, brushing past his balls and nudging at his puckered opening, he thrust uncontrollably up into my wet mouth. “Ngh, come on, John,” Paul pleaded wantonly, pushing down against my two fingers which had just recently started to explore the surrounding area. I pulled my mouth off of his dick and bit my lip, thinking that I’d soon be able to fully have the exquisite boy below me. My eyes floated to his dark ones, once more asking for permission, which he so graciously granted with a quick nod and stroke of his fingers against my scalp. A panicked yelp left his lips when the tip of my index finger slowly breached his opening. Immediately, I retracted my digit and looked to him. “I think we’re gonna need somethin’,” I muttered thinking for a moment of what we could possibly use to make the slide at least a little bit easier. My mind fell to the little canister of Vaseline on my desk that we would use on our calloused fingers after practicing for hours. With a quick kiss to the still glistening, red tip of his erection, I rose from my place between his legs and stood to retrieve the container across the room. My fingers fumbled with my belt, managing to undo it after what felt like several pained minutes of work, earning a quiet giggle from Paul, and I slid my jeans and boxers down my wobbling legs in one go. I sauntered back over to the extremely disheveled boy sprawled out on my bed, who was taking the short opportunity to kick off the remainder of his garments that had previously been pooled around his ankles.

Dipping my fingers into the canister, I made sure to use a sufficient amount so that I wouldn’t hurt the already frightened boy trembling above me. “Are you still completely certain that you want this? I don’t have a problem waiting for a bit until you feel ready,” I whispered sweetly. My eyes searched his for any ounce of uncertainty. They showed none, however, except for an overwhelming need that was pulsing through his veins. “I couldn’t be more sure,” Paul affirmed, nodding and tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I again focused my attention on that nearly hidden little hole below his balls. My greased fingers grazed the puckered skin gently before pushing one in slowly, keeping an eye on his expression intently and making sure that he was alright. “You make sure you tell me if anything hurts,” I demanded firmly. Paul only nodded and gnawed on his lower lip roughly, looking like he was actually going to draw a bit of blood. His eyes never left mine, and as my finger had finally become fully sheathed inside of the incredible warm tightness, they grew much wider and alert. I gave him time to adjust to my breaching finger and held it still inside of him, marvelling at the near heavenly feeling of him wrapped so fucking tightly around me. ‘Christ, if he feels like this around my finger even, then what’ll he feel like around my dick?’ I thought dreamily, feeling my heartbeat pick up rapidly.

Paul’s hips shifted and I could hear the slightest little whimper leave his lips in frustration. “Go ahead, p-please,” he sighed desperately. My careful finger began to move in short little thrusts in and out of the hot tightness. “Jesus, Paul, you wouldn’t believe how fuckin’ tight you feel, it’s incredible…” I mused, completely awestruck. To be frank, I had absolutely no idea how I was going to fit inside of him fully when the time came. I mean, all the other queers had done it, and eventually ended up getting their dick into the other man. I sort of felt bad for him in a way, knowing that he’d most feel a substantial twinge of pain when I would first push in. “Oh, oh–do that again,” Paul whimpered from above me, tearing me from my thoughts. I cocked an eyebrow in confusion, having not really noticed what I did to make him squirm against my working finger in a tiny fit of pleasure. “What’d I do?” I questioned, genuinely lost from when my thoughts had snatched me away. “I dunno, I think you curled your finger or somethin’. It was brief, but I felt it, and God–” Paul cut off in the middle of his sentence, his mouth suddenly falling agape and eyes fluttering when I did as he told, curling my digit and stroking a little curve of flesh inside of him. “Like this?” I grinned mischeivously, not daring to take my eyes off of him as he became unraveled under my touch. Paul’s head was thrown back in pleasure, revealing his flexing neck and now even more prominent Adam’s apple. “That’s it, holy shit, m-more,” he crooned, his voice raspy and weak. Slipping in another finger, I made sure to press down on that little bundle of nerves hidden deep inside of him. Paul’s erection inadvertently twitched up towards his hairy navel in response, and he squirmed against my scissoring digits, emitting little cut off noises. The precome leaked out of the slit in a seemingly endless stream, pooling out on his stomach just below his belly button. Seeing him blissed out, all disheveled and panting because of me, was enough to nearly send me over the edge without even having to touch myself.

His hand latched onto my wrist, pulling my fingers from his stretched hole and dragging me up his body. Our lips met, Paul groaning and shuddering below me, probably tasting himself on my eager tongue. “I wanna make love to you,” I whispered into his cheek, my heart bursting at my own words. I didn’t notice at first, but his fingers had, at some point, dipped into the canister on my nightstand. A warm, trembling hand wrapped around my erection between out bodies and began to stroke up and down leisurely. “Fuck Paul, I could’ve done it myself,” I chuckled, overwhelmed by the feeling of his fingers folded around my dick so gingerly, his thumb occasionally dragging across the slit to gather up the precome that was dribbling out. It took everything in me to not just thrust up into his hand and come right there. The look he had on his face as he stroked me made it all even more difficult, his puppy eyes innocent and wide in fascination, peering up at me with thin, raised eyebrows. Paul’s bowed lips were pouted and glistening with the saliva that still lingered there from our most recent kiss. My head fell slack against his, my eyes uncontrollably fluttering shut at the feeling of the boy’s greased hand tugging at my pulsing length. Whimpering at the loss of contact, I pulled away from him, or else I would’ve been gone right there.

Paul thankfully got the message and shifted his legs so that I could position my now over-sensitive erection at his entrance. My hands smoothed over his nipples, to which he arched his back into them, and rested on his rounded cheeks, thumbs stroking back and forth in earnest. “If you ever need me to stop, just tell me,” I reassured, and he nodded his head in response, his eyes not straying from mine for even a fraction of a second. Kissing between his curved eyebrows, I whispered into the skin. “I love you, Paul.”

And when I finally pushed just my tip in, it felt like I was about to black out from the crazy tight sensation enveloping me down there. Paul was doing alright, as he nodded to me to tell me know that I could continue pushing. God, if he had told me to stop, I didn’t think I’d be able to. I thrust another slow inch into him, and that’s when he finally let out a small whimper. Paul’s face was contorted in pain, and I pressed a gentle palm to his navel to help him relax, stopping all movement immediately. “It burns,” Paul croaked, his muscles squeezing around me almost painfully. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked sincerely. Of course, it was going to take a minute for Paul to find the pleasure that he’d felt earlier. But I didn’t want him to feel so uncomfortable that I couldn’t move, even if it almost pained me at the thought of having to pull out of the rippling tightness that I was sheathed halfway inside of. “No! No, keep going, please,” Paul nearly shouted, his hands gripping my back and fingernails digging into my skin. He shook his head back and forth rapidly. “There’s something more to all of this, and I want it.” His eyes were kind and honest, and I truly believed him when he nodded in reassurance. With a deep breath and a quick kiss, I resumed moving into him until I was buried to the hilt, his insides squeezing around me in the most fantastic way. “God, Paul, maybe if you relaxed just a little bit, mhm,” I vocalized, gyrating my hips against his arse to try to stretch him out more. He only giggled, much to my surprise, and shifted his body along with mine. “Y'know, it’s not–ugh–it’s not as bad now if you wanna–” I’d heard plenty, so I leaned down to place another brief kiss to his pouted lips, pulling out of him ever so slightly before thrusting back in, dragging a perfect moan from his lips and making his jaw go completely slack. I began to gradually build up a steady pace, moving in and out of him in short little thrusts to let Paul get more used to the feeling. A warmth pooled in my groin and spread throughout my entire body when he hooked his legs around my waist to pull me in impossibly closer. “Mhm, come on Johnny, I know you can do so much better than that,” he purred, the glint of arousal still very much there in his darkened eyes.

That was all the confirmation I needed to pick up to the pace of my now urgent thrusts. My hands roamed over his chest, trapping his pink nipples between my eager fingers and watching him writhe underneath me in pleasure. I continued on like that for a while, his still leaking erection being rutted against by my stomach. “C-Christ, Paulie. I’ve never s-seen anything more divine in my life,” I gasped, my chest beginning to burn in exertion. Paul half-chuckled through the mangled groan that floated from his lips and thrusted against me, trying to find that spot deep inside. “Divine, eh? Really–oh John!” My insides melted into mush hearing him groan out my name so obscenely. Not changing the angle of my wild thrusts, I laid over him to cover his damp skin, nipping and licking up the salty taste on his strained neck. “You are so fuckin’ beautiful,” I marvelled, my hips slowing to a leisurely pace that was neither too fast or too slow. My hands found his and I tangled our fingers together, bringing them to rest on the pillow on either side of his head. Paul lifted ever so slightly just to meet my mouth in a passionate kiss that made me feel like everything around us was melting away. It was only me and him in this moment, his slightly chapped lips moving slowly against mine with no sense of urgency or roughness. We were truly connected then, our mouths melding over and over again and ears perking at the near-silent sounds that we were making into each other. I would give anything in the world for us to be able to stay like this forever, to be wrapped up in the tangle of each other for eternity.

All too soon, the muscles pulling unrelentingly at my dick became far too much to handle, and the familiar warm, tingling sensation began to spread throughout my groin and stomach. Not wasting a second of time, I moved a hand between our heaving bodies and managed to stroke him in time with my now weak thrusts. I pressed my forehead to Paul’s, my eyes never leaving his as he thrust up into my hand and working hips. His doe eyes rolled back in his head when his release finally began to take over, his muscles contracting around me and pulling me in farther than I’d been before. Paul came in spurts onto my hand and against my stomach, his wild cries being muffled by the hand he’d moved to cover his mouth just in time. God, he was so beautiful like this his soft features pulled taut in absolute pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut and his eyebrows furrowed together. Just the sight of him was far too much for my poor self to handle, and I came inside of him, whining and babbling nonsensical praises into his neck. A hand tangled into my hair, which now probably resembled something along the lines of a wet squirrel, and kept me flush against his neck as our heart rates and breathing slowly sank back to normal.

It wasn’t until later that night that he finally spoke, his voice all raspy and raw against the crook of my neck.

“Divine? Really?”

“Shut up.”

#13- Dry Humping (Wincest)

Requested by @choosecastiel for my kink list!

Summary: Sam and Dean do laundry.

Warning: Wincest, dry humping

Word Count: 1450

A/N: I am having so much fun writing these kinks. I hope y’all are enjoying reading them! Feedback always appreciated!

Dean hums absently as he loads the clothes into the washer. He can hear Sam moving around behind him, folding the clothes that just came out of the dryer, comfortably silent as the afternoon wears on, calm and serene.

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Razorblades And Lemon Juice (pt. 19)

Cracking your eyes open you gave a quiet groan, your whole body ached from you and Negan’s rough fun only a couple hours ago. Your eyes drifted to the torn clothes you had hung across your windows as blinds, thank god for that small decision or the love of your life would be toast right now.

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Plus-one (3)

Hello lovely followers and friends. As promised (I’m big at keeping promises), here’s the third chapter of Plus-one. As I said before, this is a cross-over between the MMFD universe and The Wedding Date. Although the plot mostly follows the movie - I’ve added my own twists. 

I rather like this chapter and I hope you all do too. Let me know! 

Thank you to everyone that commented, liked and reblogged the previous chapters. It means the world to me. (Also, special thanks to the anons that have sent asks.) xx

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Fighting// Pietro Maximoff

First time writing for Pietro Maximoff! And I feel really proud as this will be a series!__rowena xox

genre: angst

warning: mild cursing

p>“Is there something you’d like to tell me?” He asks roughly. “No why?” You ask dryly. “Don’t act innocent, I know what you were doing.” Pietro pulls you into his chest as Tony walks by “oh how I’ve missed you,” he purrs. “Cute.” Tony says while passing by. “Your little charade isn’t going to work on me Pietro, go and find someone who isn’t as realistic as me.” You spit as you rush into your door.

“FRIDAY lock the door, silence the walls and make sure you won’t let Piet in.” You say as you walk into the bathroom.

While stepping in the hot shower you can’t forget that he was accusing you of- something that you didn’t do. Huffing you brush it off it doesn’t matter now, this time you can actually think about yourself. Only yourself. The hot water gets hotter as you realize that you’ve been actually steaming the room.

“Damn it, why do I have to be a-” you were fighting yourself because, you could create fire and manipulate it, that was your power essentially. And now that you were infuriated with Piet you noticed that every water pellet turned into steam. The shower was now useless it wouldn’t help you cool down, rather make you mad.

Nothing could cool you down that this point. Turning off the water and stepping out, while carefully wrapping a towel you step out of the bathroom. Slightly leaving the door open to let the steam escape. Wondering you and FRIDAY “who’s been at my door while I was showering?” The screen turns and it responds “Pietro, ma'am” “how many times?” “5 times” you scoff as you say “thank you FRIDAY.”

Everything was bothering you now, the fact that your floor was a different material than the others. The fact that your sheets and bed was made of fireproof material. The fucking fact that Piet’s bed was holding him and only him. And not you.

Those thoughts were clouding your head as you were changing. Sighing you decided put on your fireproof clothing, courtesy of Tony Stark. This time you didn’t want all of your clothes going to ashes while you fought with, Cap about a stupid game. You could say it was truly embarrassing, but it was also it was a great experience as Piet also saved your life.

Finally have your clothes on you say “FRIDAY open the door and stop silencing the walls.” “Right away (Y/N),” as the door slides open, you walk from your door as it slides back in place. Sighing for the 1000 time today, you noticed that the corridor is very cold. Too cold for you. Especially because you walked out from a DIY sauna.

While walking to kitchen you spot Tony drinking while looking at his tablet. “Afternoon (Y/N),” he says nonchalantly. “The corridor seems cold don’t ya’ think?” You ask him while looking into the fridge. “Oh yeah that was me” he says calmly. “Mind turning it up for a while? It’s cold as a blizzard.” “Nope.” He says. “Tony! What the fuck!” You say.

“Language please!” Captain America chirped in. “Oh shut it!” You retort. “Yeah, don’t you think that it’s weird that your bathroom temperature went from 70 degrees to 120 in a matter of minutes.” Your face flushes. “And not to mention your wearing your fireproof clothes, is there something wrong?” He asks while still looking at his tablet. “Nothings wrong.” As you close the fridge.

Tony just hums in disbelief. “Whatever you say” Tony sang out loud. You were about to say when Steve walks in. “Explain why Speed is speeding around the compounds?” You only gulp. “Ask him.” You retort. “Well you are his girlfriend.” He piped in.

You had already served yourself a cold glass of water in a see through glass. “Why don’t you go talk to him!” Steve says. You look at his blue eyes. “Fuck off! I’ve made my decision and I don’t need you to mentor me!” You exclaim. The glass that was in your hand was melting under your touch. And you didn’t realize it until you stormed off to Natasha’s room.

Tony and Steve were examining the glass it had melted your finger prints and hand shape. It was incredible. “She’s only 19.” Tony trailed off. “Mental note don’t make her mad.” Tony chirped in.

You found Natasha’s room. She was reading a book. “(Y/N)! What brings you here today?” “I fought with Piet and I can’t seem to cool off I tried to get a drink but I couldn’t cool off. And not to mention the fact that during my shower the temperature went from 70 to 120 in a matter of minutes..” she looks at you in disbelief. “Come here.” She stands from her bed as you seem compelled to hug her and cry. And you do what the told, walking over your vision gets blurry and you finally reach her and clutch her like you would clutch Pietro.

“I don’t know what I did and now I can’t calm down and I-I” you start sobbing again. “Calm down.” She shushes you. But the tears just keep on falling down.

You stay like that until Bruce comes in. “Am I-?” He asks. You snap out and let go of her while leaving her compound.

Breathing heavily you found yourself wanting to knock on the door of Pietros room. You just couldn’t help but just get mad again.

Stomping out of the hall you think of ways to distract you. And you found yourself looking off the headquarters balcony. It was beautiful tonight almost all off the stars were out and you had never been so calm today. The door opens and you look back to see Steve. “Who do I owe the pleasure?” He asks cockily. “Me.” You say your comment dripping in sarcasm.

He sits next to you as you lay your head on his shoulder. “We have a mission tomorrow you know that right?” He asks. “Duh I know.” He laughs almost silently as he doesn’t remind you of Pietro of any bit.


“It’s getting late, doll.” Rogers comments while standing up. “Your right.” You say. Your vision looks up as he offers his hand to you. While taking it you see Pietro. “Go talk to to him oh and also don’t act like a fool.” He winks as he goes to the other hall to his own chamber.

Your heart was pounding possibly out of your own flesh, you were getting goosebumps, breathing was irregular. “Pietro,” you say looking into his ice blue eyes. “What is that you need?” He says coldly. “Pietro, let’s go to sleep.” Wanda walks in obviously ruining the good moment. “Right, sister let’s go.” He nods as he carries them to their respective rooms.

Again you get angry and start leaving burn marks on the floor leading to your room. It bother you in the slightest.

In your room you said “FRIDAY silence the walls and lock my door, oh and also make me a strong coffee in the morning.” You said while yawning. “Goodnight (Y/N),” FRIDAY said while shutting off.

You changed into normal clothes and drifted to sleep quickly.


It was mission day and you changed into your mission clothing. Today out of all the days you’ve worn it, bothered you that it looks exactly the same as Pietro’s. Shirt and everything.

“Today is a good day” you told yourself as you were tying your hair in a high ponytail. While walking you see everyone in the kitchen eating. Your appetite was lost when everyone’s turned to face you and you didn’t say anything. Rather you just grabbed a piece of toast from the table and proceeded to the living room.

While thinking you decided you didn’t want to come back, you could go to your friends house. Or even your moms but going to Monica’s was best.

You put your headset as you chewed on the toast. It didn’t fulfill anything I just gave you something to do.

“Alright everybody let’s go!” You heard Steve say. Taking a deep breath you bit your lip as you see the Quinjet arriving to the helicopter pad above the compounds. Before anyone could say anything you take the elevator.

At these times Pietro would use his super speed to take you up the stairs to the Quinjet. But like (Y/N) thought today was going to be a good day, but a different one.


The mission was to make sure something doesn’t go somewhere. Blah blah you heard until you heard your name. “(Y/N), and the twins try to go through the back, and retrieve the papers, also (Y/N) make sure while opening the backdoor don’t burn it all just make sure that the papers get back to me.” You nod while rolling your eyes. You were 19 after all.

You landed it was a deserted place with houses that have been abandoned, stores that have been closed down for ages, but you can’t fail to notice that Pietro and Wands are stiff as a stick. “I’ll go, and see if there’s any guards from the back side.”
You don’t even get to say yes or anything without him leaving. He came back quickly as he said “alright let’s go.” He takes you bridal style as he zoomed to the back where there’s 2 guards on the floor. He leaves you with out words but you can still feel the place where he placed his arms on your body.

And where his hands were touching, but not to mention that he looked at you once.

You grab every single fire in you and you try to melt off the door silently, all of the iron that was in your is now melted and on the floor.

“That was easy you tell yourself,” as no one is in the facility. “Too easy.” You whisper as the twins look at each other. Suddenly you see a whole sea of guards and soldiers approach you in an instant you make a fire wall protecting the bullets from getting to your friends.

You struggle as you see from afar the rest of the team fighting them off. The bullets stop as more bodies fall on the ground. The bullets stop as you stop the wall. “That was courageous what you did back there, (Y/N)” Clint commented. Flushing a bright red you look down and fidget with your fingers. “Thank you” (Y/N) mumbles.

A arm is wrapped around your shoulders as you see its Nat’s. “How’s it going with Speedy?” She asks, as you reply with a simple “we tried to talk but Wanda implied that they wanted to go sleep,” her mouth makes and “o” as you walk back to the Quinjet.

You sit down, while you drive back to the compounds. “Good job everybody!” Steve chirps in trying to change the mood of the atmosphere. Everyone could admit, that it was frustrating because of Pietro and (Y/N).


Everyone was laughing and discussing the mission as you just went to the room to change out of your clothes into more comfortable clothes. While in your room you said “FRIDAY call me an uber to Monica’s and also 2 large pepperoni pizzas to Monica’s and put it on Tony’s card” the monitor turns on and says “right away (Y/N).” The screen flutters off as you go through the door, seeing Tony talking to group. “Where you going?” Everyone looks at you even Pietro.

“Monica’s. I don’t feel like going to sleep where I don’t feel wanted, now if you will I’ll be slipping away until the next mission.” Everyone was confused. You touch the elevator button as you say “Love you guys! See ya!” As you slip into the elevator.

Everyone had questions, and they all looked at Piet. He gets up from his chair and speeds from his chair to his room.

“I’ll talk to him” Wands says.

You arrive and your uber arrives. “(Random address to Monica’s)?” “Yes and please hurry.” You say.

You see the lights as they pass the cars as they pass and the couples as they pass.


You arrive at Monica’s as you knock the door. She opens it and her tan face lights up. “(Y/N)!!!! Oh my come in!” She hugs you, as your coming in. The smell of her apartment of takes up your nose as you walk in.

“I was wondering when you’d come! Like a couple of minutes ago, a pizza delivery man came and said it was to Tony Stark, but then I realized THATS (Y/N)’S BOSS.” You smile as you plop yourself on her couch. The pizza was sitting on the coffee table.

“So how’s Piet??” Monica asks as she jumps on the couch. “Long story.” you huff out. “I have time” she says.


You told everything from the days you’ve been arguing. She sighs as she says “that asshat!” Laughing you take another piece of pizza and stuffing it on your mouth. “Wow I’m ready to kill him!” She exclaims proudly.

All of your anger was gone, it was nice that you could blow some steam off. You were laughing as something tapped the outside of Monica’s house. “Did you hear that?” She asks as you nod. “I’ll go, I have the powers after all” you say as you wiggle your eyebrows. She gives you a nasty look as you smile silently.

You walk out of the door as Monica looks from the other side. (Y/N) closes the door as someone grabs her. She immediately tries to make herself hotter in temperature as she is nearly getting kidnapped. She tried to yell for Monica but can’t as she’s is being muffled from a hand. The heat doesn’t work either it’s obvious their wearing heat resistant clothes, it like they were following you.

On the other hand Monica thinks it’s a joke. She laughs until she realized (y/N) isn’t coming back. She gets startled as she run to get her phone, she picks it up and calls the person she has the number to.


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Take a Chance (Part 3)

Originally posted by imagining-in-the-mcu

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pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers
characters: Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Amora (Enchantress), Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes (mention)
word count: 1,656
warnings: vomit, cussing, pregnancy talks
a/n: steve is a cutie 
summary: AU! After a one night stand at a friend’s wedding, you gain something that could possibly change your life and views on life for the better or worse.

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You’re sitting on your bed, the three of you forming a circle as Wanda calls Amora on speaker and Natasha searches through Sam’s friend list on Facebook. You’re the only one not doing anything and it’s killing you to just wait! Why couldn’t you have been the one searching Sam’s facebook? You understand why you’re not the one speaking to Amora, but searching Sam’s facebook? You could totally do that!

“What do you want?” is how Amora greets Wanda when she answers the phone call. “I’m trying to enjoy the warm Hawaiian sun and you’re interrupting.”

Natasha rolls her eyes as she continues searching for the mysterious blonde, and you groan, not sure why her personality still surprises either of you at times.

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This is a Rovinsky fic. So if that’s not your thing just scroll on by. ;) FYI: this is a fuck canon au aka just something I wrote for fun.

The Ferrari was a thing of beauty, all gorgeous curves and sleek lines. The paint job was custom: the oozing black rainbow sheen of an oil slick. Bathed in the shifting colors of the traffic signal it looked unreal, a phantom car. The driver revved the engine and even that was a different sound, high-pitched squeals like a thousand demons begging for a soul.

“Get in, bitch. We’re going shopping.” Kavinsky leaned out the driver’s side window, rings flashing on his fingers, gold chains glinting around his neck.

“Don’t call me bitch, asshole,” Ronan growled. But he smiling. He ran his fingers across the hood of the car and – because he knew it would piss off Kavinsky – took a leap and slid across the hood to the passenger side. The car was just as slick as it looked.

“Hey man!” Kavinsky yelled. “Watch the paint! This is brand new dream machine, Lynch, not like your old man’s 19-whatever BMW.”

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TRY ME (Part 10)

As promised!

notes: I actually really really liked this part guys, loved writing it! smut/fluff. This one is kinda short!

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