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Fluff:

1 - “I love you. I hope you know that.”
2 - “I bought this because I thought you’d like it.”
3 - “I just feel safe with you. Like nothing bad can happen.”
4 - “You’re adorable, and I can’t believe I have you all to myself.”
5 - “Are you warm enough? “
6 - “I don’t like when you say things like that. To me, you’re perfect.”
7 - “I like it when you say my name.”
8 - “I care about you. I’ve always cared about you.”
9 - “You’re soft and warm and I don’t want you to move.”
10 - “I love kissing you.”
11 - “I’m just glad you’re safe. I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you.”
12 - “Welcome home.”
13 - “God, you’re so beautiful.”
14 - “You make me want to become a better person.”
15 - “She’s/he’s not my boyfriend!”
16 - “I always want to kiss you.”
17 - “I’m really lucky to have you.”
18 - “I think it’s adorable how easily you blush.”
19 - “I just want to take care of you.”
20 - “Don’t tell me not to worry, because I’m going to do that anyway.”
21 - “I made you some breakfast.”
22 - “If you’re so cold, why didn’t you say something? Come here.”
23 - “I guess time flies when you’re with somebody you love.”
24 - “I never want you to think you’re anything less than my top priority.”
25 - “You look really cute in that.”

Angst:

1 - “No, I don’t want to say goodbye. Not now.”
2 - “I think I might be better off without you.”
3 - “Don’t tell me what to do.”
4 - “I don’t want to do this without you.”
5 - “I thought we were friends.”
6 - “Stop yelling and listen for a second.”
7 - “What you did what stupid and dangerous and scared the hell out of me.”
8 - “I just want you to be safe. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”
9 - “Please, just…be safe. Come back to me.”
10 - “Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you trusted me.”
11 - “Don’t cry. Everything’s going to be okay.”
12 - “Who did this? Who hurt you?”
13 - “I love you, not them.”
14 - “Am I not good enough?” / “I’m not good enough.”
15 - “I’m so, so sorry.”
16 - “This is all your fault.”
17 - “But I only just got home.”
18 - “Don’t say that. You’re going to be okay.”
19 - “Please don’t leave.”
20 - “I know you didn’t mean it, but it still hurt.”
21 - “I wish I didn’t have these feelings, but I do.”
22 - “Why would you think something like that?”
23 - “Look me in the eye and tell me you love me.”
24 - “I thought I’d never see you again.”
25 - “You can’t just leave like this.”

Smut:

1 - “I missed you so much.”
2 - “Like what you see?”
3 - “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
4 - “You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”
5 - “Try to stay quiet, understand?”
6 - “We’re in public, you know.”
7 - “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
8 - “Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”
9 - “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”
10 - “I like it when you say my name like that.”
11 - “I heard shower sex is dangerous, but right now, I’m willing to take the risk.”
12 - “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”
13 - “You’re so much fun to touch.”
14 - “Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?”
15 - “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
16 - “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”
17 - “Oh my God, do that again.”
18 - “You can be wearing a trashbag, and I’d still want you.”
19 - “I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”
20 - “I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.”

Theories (Peter Quill)

Pairing: Peter Quill x OC

Warnings: None…tiny, tiny spoiler for Vol. 2

A/N: This might be complete crap, but I desperately needed to write some Quill. I hammered this out earlier this morning and just did a quick edit, no rewriting. But hopefully it’s post worthy! I think a second part is in order? xD

PART TWO HERE


Originally posted by despairingfever

The sound of bickering voices drifted back from the cockpit, making me roll my eyes. I lowered the manuscript I was flipping through.

“Will you two morons cut it out already?” I hollered. I waited a beat, but the arguing went on. Probably hadn’t even heard me. Anyways, it wasn’t my job to break up the idiotic pissing contest that went on between Rocket and anyone he met. Or at the moment, Drax.

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Spider-Man

Summary: After Sam insults Peter the reader comes up with a plan to get him back…a very creative plan. 

Word Count: 1886

Authors note: SMUT! SHORT BY SMUTTY! Peter is 18 in this fic, and it’s mentioned within the actual story:) Let me know what you guys think!


You were standing in the compounds kitchen looking through your phone when your favorite crime fighting spider entered the room. Peter angrily ran a hand through his hair, mumbling to himself.

Looking up you asked, “What’s wrong Peter?”. Peter was pulled from his thoughts, now holding your gaze. Shaking his head he asked, “You don’t think I’m just a child right (y/n)?”.

He walked over to you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Out of habit Peter rested his hands on your hips. You smiled, “You are spider-man”.

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Beefy Bucky x Reader

OneShot

Pairing : Bucky x Female Reader

Word Counts : 1,820

Summary : You can’t handle how sexually frustrated Bucky makes you feel, and it’s finally heading in the direction you’d hoped it would. 

Warnings : Slight smut/ implied smut, some cursing. 

A/N : This could possibly have a second part to it, please let me know if you’d want to read a second part.

 Below’s the picture I used for some inspiration on this one. Credit to the original creator. UGHHHHH, I can’t handle those damn arms! Of course among other things ;)


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the kinky stuff // completed version (stiles one shot)

Summary: Stiles Stilinski asks you to dominate him in bed. What, are you just not going to ride his face?

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual description

A/N: This contains part one of the kinky stuff (or where stiles wants y/n to dominate him).

Originally posted by 40daddyskitten

“You’re all mine, pet.”

Stiles whimpered as I rasped into his ear. I never thought I’d get so much satisfaction out of blindfolding my boyfriend, handcuffing him to a chair, and reducing him to incoherent begging. But this was all his idea.

When Stiles had so casually suggested over pizza that we spice up our sex life, I was caught off guard—and a little offended. Did he think I was too boring? Too… vanilla? Stiles was the only one I’d ever been with and up until that conversation, I assumed he was just as satisfied as I was with our usual routine. After fumbling apologies, he explained that that was precisely the problem. Routine. Predictability. Formula.

So that’s how he wound up taking me to his closet and showing me the handcuffs he’d stolen from his dad last summer and asked me to dominate him.

Things were awkward at first to say the least, but I think I surprised both of us with how proficient I was at… the kinky stuff.

Stiles panted, “I’m all yours, only yours. Please, baby…”

Without warning, I fisted his hair and sharply tugged his head back.

“What was that, pet? Did we forget something?” I taunted. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down the elegance of his outstretched neck as he gulped.

“Ma’am, sorry—I meant ma’am,” he stuttered.

“Good boy,” I cooed, lining kisses up the column of his throat.

“Only for you,” he breathed, gasping when I bit down on his bottom lip and gently tugged.

“Oh, you’re too sweet,” I praised. I tried not to revert back to my normal self, who would typically swoon at Stiles’ compliments. I tried to remember that I needed to stay in character. For Stiles. This was his fantasy and I was here to make his dreams come true.

With that in mind, I begrudgingly pulled away. His bottom lip jutted outwards in a pout as he stomped his foot in retaliation.

“Look at you, pet.” I slowly circled Stiles, the clicking of my heels communicating my location. “Do you know how beautiful you are right now? With your hair all in disarray, your mouth so red and open like that…”

I came up behind Stiles and slowly ran my palms down his chest. My nails scratched his nipples on my way down and he gasped. Stiles turned so that his cheek nuzzled against my arm.

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”

I smiled; he sounded so small and vulnerable beneath me, like he was clinging to every word, every touch.  

“Of course, pet,” I replied softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it.”

Stepping in front of him, I untied Stiles’ blindfold and pried it loose. I almost sighed in relief when he finally blinked his eyes open and I encountered his warm, brown irises.

“Welcome back, pet. How’s the view?”

“[y/n]…” Stiles gave me a once over. I flushed red as he took in my outfit, his eyes going wide. I stood in front of him only in a pair of matching black bra and panties. He helplessly struggled against the cuffs, his shoulders spasming away from the chair.

“Please, let me touch you,” Stiles pleaded. “I need to touch you.”

“Now, now, let’s not get impatient,” I teased.

I took him in. He was even more beautiful up close. This might be my new favorite Stiles, with his cheeks dusted red, sweat matting his hair to his forehead, veins straining against his neck because it’s all he can do to not to explode as my hands trailed up his thighs.

Bracing myself on his shoulders, I descended onto his lap. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Stiles? How hard it is to control myself around you? How wet you make me?”

“God, [y/n], you’re driving me crazy…”

“Good. Then you finally know how it feels.” I smirked. “But don’t worry, pet. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

“Fuck, [y/n]—touch me, please,” Stiles quietly pleaded. His words sparked fire inside me, heat rushed directly to my core. I involuntarily arched my hips against his crotch, grinding down on him. Stiles let out a throaty moan.

“Now, I know you can ask nicer than that.”

“Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, ma’am. I’ll do anything you want. I can’t take it anymore. Please,” Stiles begged. Sweat collected on his top lip as he spoke. The prominent bulge in his pants confirmed his pleas.

“Hmm, now was that so hard?” I rolled my hips once more against him, relishing in the way his erection hardened against my panties.

“Fucking hell, yes—God that feels so good. Just like that. Yes, anything. Please, I want to touch you.”  

I leaned forward and clamped my teeth down on the shell of his ear. Stiles buried his face into my shoulder and groaned.

“Patience, pet. All in good time,” I whispered. I pulled back momentarily, then closed my mouth over his lips. He wasted no time as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, grazing over my teeth. I responded immediately, unable to contain my moans at his urgency. I grabbed the sides of his face and mushed our lips harder together.

While Stiles was preoccupied with my mouth, I unbuckled his belt and snuck my hand into his pants, rubbing him over his boxers. He bucked his hips into my palm, causing me to gasp.

“Eager, are we?” I playfully mocked.

“You have no idea.”

I grinned down at him. “In a moment, I’m going to uncuff you. And when I do, you are not allowed to touch me unless I tell you to. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to. You are not allowed to do anything unless I tell you to. If you obey, you will be rewarded. If you don’t, you will be punished. Do we have an understanding, pet?”

Stiles bit his bottom lip and gazed up at me.

“Y-yes.”

I lovingly stroked his hair. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I smiled warmly at him. “Perfect.”

I made a show of reaching into my bra, pulling out a small metal key. As I stepped around to Stiles’ joined hands, I heard him exhale. I inserted the key into the lock and turned. As soon as I heard the small click!, Stiles pulled his arms forward and above, stretching and rowing. I merely stared at his back, captivated by the way his muscles moved under his skin, ebbing and flowing with his movements.

Passively, I wondered if Stiles would continue to comply as earnestly with my demands.

“Alright, remember what I said,” I warned as I stepped around. I used his shoulders as leverage and leaned down low in front of him. “You’ll do exactly as I say, right?”

Stiles nodded this time as he blatantly stared at my cleavage, smirking as he rubbed his wrist. I couldn’t help but blush, feeling some of my authority slip away. He continued to silently watch me, his knees spread open in a wide stance.

I shot up and crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly insecure. I cocked my head to the side.

“What the hell are you staring at?”

“Sorry, you’re just so goddamn beautiful.” Stiles leaned forward, his hand reaching forward as he brushed his fingertips against my mid thigh.

I swiftly slapped the back of his hand, the resounding smack! reverberating through the room. I smirked at Stiles’s shocked expression and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look up.

“Stiles?” I said sweetly.

“Yeah?”

“What did I say about touching me?”

“Said not to,” he mumbled.

“Good. Try something like that again, and I’ll make you regret ever suggesting this. Now, take off your clothes.”  

Stiles faltered slightly, then recovered almost immediately as he stood up and cooperated. He maintained eye contact the whole time as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled his belt loose and shoved his pants down, standing completely naked before me with his arms crossed over his chest, mirroring my stance.

He quirked an eyebrow, like he was challenging me to make my next move. I kept my head high, refusing to cower away.

“Right,” I began confidently.” “Go lay down.”

I motioned dismissively towards the bed.

He nodded and obeyed. I trailed behind him, not too subtly checking out his ass. I stopped at the foot of the bed, pausing to admire the sight before me. Stiles had chosen to lay down completely flat with his legs crossed and his hands joined together behind his head. He had that same smirk adorning his expression, that familiar air of arrogance he knew would turn me on.

I stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at him.

“We had a little bit of a slip up, but you’ve been good aside from that. I think you deserve a reward now, don’t you?” I tapped my chin, pretending to consider something.

“Yes, m…“ Stiles trailed off as I began to crawl over him. When I continued past his waist, his breath hitched. “Fuck. Fuck.

Biting my lip, I stifled a string of nervous laughter as I came up to straddle his head, one knee on either side of his face. I reached down to stroke his hair and looked directly into the pair of amber eyes that peeked out from between my thighs.

“Can we try something new, pet?”

Stiles nodded fervently.

I shivered as his warm, frantic breaths fanned over my wet core.

“I—“ I was cut off by my own giggle as I pondered the absurdity of my next statement. “I was wondering if I could ride your face.”

Without even replying, Stiles set into action. He didn’t even close his eyes as he pulled me all the way down and placed a kiss right on my panty-clad sex.

“Stiles!” I yelped. I gripped his headboard to keep from crushing him as my knees gave out.

He cheekily winked at my reaction before shoving my underwear aside and leaning forward to run his tongue over the entire expanse of my bare slit. He clasped my thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. In turn, they clamped tighter around his head as my back concaved inward, unable to handle his sudden lapping against my sensitivity.  

“Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I do that?” Stiles urged.

“Yeah that-ah! That, that’s good. Like that,” I stuttered out, too enraptured to correct his use of pet name.

“I want to make you feel good. I’m gonna make this so good for you, baby. You’re gonna come so hard.”

“God, Stiles…” I moaned as Stiles continued to mutter some of the filthiest things he’s ever said. He punctuated his promises by sucking furiously on my overly-stimulated bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” I cried out when he suddenly grazed his teeth around my clit. As if that wasn’t enough, he proceeded to tug on it and rapidly flicked his tongue against it, effectively turning my legs into jelly.

I nearly keeled over when Stiles slipped in two fingers without warning. I gripped to the headboard for dear life as Stiles edged me towards climax.

“Shit, Stiles. I can’t, I’m gonna, I’m—“ My brain shut down as my orgasm took over. I reached down and tugged on Stiles’s hair, burying his face deeper inside me. As my mind turned to mush, I rode out my orgasm on his face, just like I said I would.

I’d never felt dirtier or sexier as Stiles lapped up my dripping slit, his hands grasping my ass so tight.

My vision felt slightly foggy to match the state of my thoughts. I squeaked when Stiles started kissing the quivering flesh of my inner thigh, breaking me out of my post-orgasm haze. I was still giddy as fuck as I collapsed on the bed beside Stiles.

“Woah… fuck. Are you okay, Stiles? Did I hurt you?”

“No, of course not! I’m fine, I’m fine but—how did I do? Was that good? Did I do a good job?” Stiles rambled. Looking over, Stiles was gazing at me starry-eyed, his cheeks flushed and wet, mouth swollen and pink. I nearly came again at the satisfaction of knowing that I did that to him. Because he’d asked me to.

“You did amazing, pet,” I panted. “What about me? With the whole… domination… thing.”

“Baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced. You were fucking fantastic. We’re doing this again,” Stiles stated matter-of-factly.

I felt heat spread across my chest and up my neck. I leaned over and kissed him roughly and I could smell myself on his face and taste myself on his tongue and the paradox of it all was a bit overwhelming, that he could do so many dirty things to me and still be so innocent and he made me feel so free but I knew I was tethered, so wholeheartedly anchored to this boy.

I pulled back and pecked his nose, which he crinkled in response. I giggled at his expression. “God, stop being so cute all the time.”

Stiles smiled shyly and ducked his head.

“You first.”

I snorted and extended my arm towards him.

“C’mere.”

Stiles snuggled into my embrace, nuzzling his face cozily into my chest. I ran my fingers through his scalp, mumbled sweet nothings into his hair. “I’m actually going to love you forever. You know that, right?”

Stiles looked up and frowned at me before leaning forward and placing a kiss right under my chin.

“I mean, I’m going to, so you might as well,” he sarcastically replied. Old Stiles was back.

I kissed his forehead in response. Stiles started to feel heavier on my form.

“Wait, no! Don’t fall asleep! I still have to, you know…”

“Whaaat,” Stiles whined.

“I have to return the favor.”

Stiles’s looked at me so witheringly unamused, he could’ve put Derek’s resting bitch face to shame.

“I love you, [y/n], but you’re fucked out. And so am I. Go to sleep.”

He resumed his position snoozing on my chest. I nearly protested, but decided I really was too tired, and opted instead to continue stroking his hair. We slept for hours.

The next morning, I sucked him awake, and we both agreed that I’d effectively returned the favor.

Going down on you (headcanon) | +18 only

requested: yes (I love when you are sinfuls)

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Tom goes down on you:

-Them images of yesterday night are dominating your mind as you’re sleeping peacefully next to Tom;
- You are wearing the T-shirt he had before you took it off of his toned torso and a pair of clean panties;
- Tom is already awake, and stares at you sleeping, the way your hair decorate the pillow and your angelic expression;
- Everything’s like usual, until you call him in your sleep;
- At first Tom don’t understand it is a moan, so he keeps brushing your hair with his fingers;
- A few second later, his name escapes again from your lips followed by a grunt;
- Now, Tom fully realizes what it’s going on: you are having a wet dream.A wet dream about him;
- At first he chuckles, and promises himself to mock you forever about this, but then he decides to take advantage of the situation;
- I’m 100% sure Tom is a tease also when you’re not fully aware;
- Like, at first he caresses your right leg, from the ankle to your hips until his fingers find the lace of your black underwear:
- He would do the same with the other leg and, before removing the piece of cloth, he makes sure to touch you;
- Smirking because just the thought of him made you that wet, imagine how you can be when he actually does something;
- He opens carefully your legs and positions himself between them and I bet at first he would take his time, like kissing your inner tights;
- He focuses his attention on your folds and then he starts with kitten licks to see your reaction;
- As his tongue touches your center, you start squirming under him;
- Tom smiles at himself and blows his hot breath between you, knowing how crazy it drives you;
- “Tom…” you say again, but this time it’s more like a plea;
- “Good morning princess”
- “God, Tom. Why do you have to torture me since the early morning?”;
- Coming back to business, I bet he knows every inch of your body and he knows how and where to touch you;
- I also think that one arm surrounds your waists so that you can’t move as his tongue deepens into you;
- Eye contact is a must, trust me;
- He lives to see your pleasured expression;
- And I’m pretty sure that turning you on is his best turn on (if this makes sense??);
- Lots of “If you move, I stop”;
- But also “Does it feel good, Darling?”
- And of course he does his best to make you squirm under him;
- One of your hand between his curls and the other grab on to the sheet;
- “Tom, I really need more” you begs him;
- Only now Tom focuses on your clit;
- He uses his hands as well because bxbcgjxn he’s a fucking tease;
- He would go miserably slow because he wants to enjoy every single moment;
- “Tom if you don’t make a fucking move I swear I’ll kill you”;
- Doing magic with his lips as you start trembling;
- I think he can turn into Dom!Tom in a matter of seconds: like, at first he was delicate and the moment later he is devouring you;
- Praising…
T- aking good care of you even when you’re done: cleaning you up, opening the night stand, helping you wearing a new pair of panties;
- “Good morning”;
- Lots of giggles;
- “So… tell me about your dream…”
- Ok I just want to say that I wrote it when I woke up (literally, I was still in bed under the covers) and this makes me so sad;
- Should I write a part two about the dream? 

Peter Parker Imagines Masterlist

 * is over 1k words

IMAGINES

-  Movie Night + “I love you”

- Peter sees you dressed up for the first time

- Just Trying To Help *

- Teasing and Twister

- You’ve Got a Friend In Me

- The Set Up

- Study Buddy

- I Only Want You * (part one)

- I Only Want You (part two)

- Daily Dose of Relaxation

- With A Little Help From My Friend

- Last Night *

- Last Night Part 2 *

- Something New * 

- Say You Love Me Too *

- Sweet Confessions 

- Write It Out *

- Flames *

-Don’t Say A Word 

- Faster *  

DRABBLES

“IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME I’M GOING TO BAN YOU FROM THE COUCH FOR A MONTH” 

- “W…Was that you making that noise?”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you!”

“Don’t come crying to me when you fall off that thing”

“No, seriously. I’m an expert.”

“Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build the pillow fort, not me.”

“I bet it’s a girl.”

“It’s 2 a.m., how did you even get in here?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck.”

“I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”

“Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy.”

“I don’t need friends, they disappoint me.”

“Come home with me.”

“What do you mean he’s escaped?”

“Oh really? Try me.”

“Oh, my god! You’re in love with him!”

“Grab my ass one more time and see what happens.”

“Why are you texting my mom?”

“You’d choose a Franco brother over me?” 

“Are you suggesting that you want to eat me?”

- “You look like a frat boy!”

”Do you think we’re bad people?” 

“You invited me over just to kill a spider for you?”

“Your feet are so cold, blanket privileges revoked!”

Argument | GOT7

A/N: I feel like I strayed from the original concept of them making it up, but I hope you enjoy this not so on point reaction! -Tee [Get you a Youngjae y’all]

Mark

“Get the fuck out!” 

“Fuck you.”

He said it. He couldn’t take it back because you would always remember the words that he said to you. Mark looked at the wall he dented with his fists a few minutes ago the memory of your eyes going wide looking at him as if he were crazy. He was crazy, he could admit it but if he was crazy then you were too. 

But fuck he loved you too much to let his pride ruin your relationship. 

He spent the day doing the little things as you tip toed around him, not wanting to speak to him. The dishes were dirty? He was on it. The living needed some sweeping? He was fucking on it. He was a man who wasn’t good with his words, but trust and believe that his actions proved that he was sorry. 

“Come here. Seriously come here. You know I’m sorry right? I love you so much but you drive me crazy.”

Jaebum

“Oh my God I don’t care!”

“Eat my ass then!” 

After saying that you stormed off into another room leaving him confused as ever in your bedroom. It was as simple as him not listening to you rant about your day to set you off. You were already a few fries short from a happy meal since this morning when your co worker had irked the fuck out of you, but add the fact that your boss was on your ass and your own family drama you exploded.

He felt bad, granted he had always felt some sort of remorse after each argument this one proved that he was in fact the guilty party. He should have listened to you, held you in his arms as you cried- hell you’ve sat with him the dark at two in the morning listening to him spill all of his dreams, insecurities and uncertainties with life. 

If you thought that Jaebum was going to let his you, his baby, his everything sit alone in that room and cry you were dead wrong.

“I’ll do whatever you want just please don’t stay mad at me.”

Jackson

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Yes pull the same bullshit you pulled on your fans.”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Your face right now? Priceless. “I don’t know who you’re talking to but I’m going to give you a few minutes to find your answer.” You walked away and him being him he couldn’t help but watch your hips sway. He knew he had fucked up when it came to his fans but now you were pissed about something and used that whole scenario ticked him off. Granted he had every reason to scream at you but resorting to that was something he never wanted to do. 

He walked into your bedroom and found you laying on the bed with your phone to your face and you typed away probably telling everyone about your fight. “Baby, can you put the phone down? I wanna show you how sorry I am.”

Jinyoung

“Go ahead be a brat.”

“On God fuck you.”

Truth be told that Jinyoung didn’t that you were bitching over him giving his opinion on your ugly ass outfit you went outside with. The argument then changed course and it became something more of a discussion of how he was cold most times. 

He had no clue as to how he, the person who loved you more than anyone else, could have made you feel unloved. When you told him off it wasn’t the way that you stomped and slammed the door, nor was it the tears in your eyes that made him follow after you. It was the fact that you may leave and never come back. That alone tore him apart. 

“I’m a jackass, I’m a jerk, call me whatever you want but just know that I do love you. I’ll be better I swear to you just come back inside.” 

Youngjae 

“I don’t want to speak to you right now!”

“I’m-I’m sorry.

He was just too much of an emotional wreck at the moment to confront you again. After you had lashed out at him with your short temper and started to chew him alive you ended it off quietly by telling him that you didn’t want to see him right now and that you wanted your space. 

Anyone would be so enraged that they would see only red, but not Youngjae, he saw everything when it came to you. You were secretly going through something this wasn’t the first time and it isn’t going to be the last. There was nothing he could do to prevent you from feeling the pain the world inflicted on you, but what he can do is make sure that you didn’t go through it alone. 

“I’ll run the bath for you, and you’re going to relax and let me take care of you today.”

Bambam

“That doesn’t even make any fucking sense!”

“Don’t yell at me.”

He got quiet after hearing your words, not realizing until now that him yelling and slamming things and being an overall jackass scared you. But what was he suppose to do in an argument? Not yell? That defeated the whole purpose of getting your point across. 

Still he felt bad for scaring you and had his mind set on making it up to you. He was going to show his affection in the way he knows best: by showering you in hugs and kisses. He knew that him alone wrapping his arms around you would make you feel loved, and that’s exacting what you needed. “I’m not letting you go until you forgive me”

Yugyeom

“I’m not dealing with your bullshit! Open the door!.”

“Go away!”

He banged on the door for the last time feeling his hands go numb. You were stubborn so he didn’t expect you to give in, but when he delivered one final strike to the door you had enough. “Stop banging on the fucking door!” You unlocked the door and opened it revealing a red Yugyeom.

“I thought something happened to you.”

“Well I am, so either come in and leave me alone or go.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m going to kiss the shit out of you, make love to you and hope you forgive me.”

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Loki

Loki’s the god of mischief, meaning he’s into all sorts of darker things, like BDSM. I think one thing he’d be a bit cautious of, is telling his lover what his kinks are and I think his biggest one is having his girl all tied up and helpless. 

He wouldn’t give you what you what right away- no, he’s into watching you squirm and beg. It’s like he said, he only wants to rule and I think that would make him an excellent dom in these situations. He only wants you to submit. Do that, and he’d give you everything you’d ever want. But every once in a while, he’d love to see you begging for him to let you cum. 

“Please, sir.” 

“Please what, princess? Use your words like I taught you.” 

“P-Please let me cum.” 

After he’s satisfied, he’d flip you right onto your stomach and give you what you wanted. I’ve got a feeling Loki likes to fuck hard, but every time you’d misbehave yourself, he’d give your ass a nice grab and fuck you harder. And I like to think he’s very enhanced in the dick department, giving he uses magic ;)

But being the man his is and being the god of mischief, he’d let you think you were going to cum, only to pull out of you at the last second just for the hell of it. ;P he’d laugh as you cried out for release, only to flip you on your back and pull you onto that cock of his for a ride. He’d make you work for it, too. He’d make you tell him how much you liked it and how good he was to you. That would drive him fucking crazy. *dies* 

“How does my cock feel, pet?”

“So good, sir. T-Thank you for fucking me.”

“That’s right, you love being mine, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” 

  • Griffin: "My boyfriend-to-be keeps on giving me the head lice. About two months ago I found some head lice in my hair the morning after someone I'm dating slept in my place. I did the treatment the same day. Two weeks later, slept together again and I found living lice again. It happened again yesterday, then I got the treatment again. And today as well." That's four lices. That's four different lice events. "What should I do? We're not close enough to talk about that, but I'm pretty sure he's the one giving them to me. I'm tired of doing treatments and changing tons of sheets after we're sleeping. I thought about telling him I got them somehow, and in a responsible way I'm telling him but I'm afraid he'll be turned off by me. Please help me, *frowney face*."
  • Justin: Turned off by you? He's the lice guy!
  • Travis: This is a tale as old as time. We get this question every week where people say, 'I'm sleeping with someone but at what point is it time to say I know you have lice?' Y'know what I mean? Like, yes, we will engage in intercourse and sleep in the same bed together, but we're not quite at the place where we're comfortable talking about each other's head lice?!
  • Griffin: He's probably very embarrassed about it. Here's what drives me crazy is you've done four of these treatments - if he does one, he's probably good to go at that point.
  • Travis: I don't think he IS that embarrassed, Griffin. I'm saying, maybe that's what he thinks he's bringing to the table. 'Listen, I don't have a great personality, I'm not very rich, but you know what I do have? Head full of lice.'
  • Justin: A billion little fingers to please you.
  • Griffin: Oh god!
  • Travis: We're gonna share this together, baby. You, me, and the lice.
  • Griffin: Go. Go, my little sexual servants.
  • ...
  • Travis: Call me Lice Bryce.
  • Justin: Lice Bryce, Ant-Man's shitty brother.
  • ...
  • Travis: I've also never described anyone as my 'girlfriend-to-be'.
  • Justin: Well Trav, I think if somebody gave me lice four times I'd probably keep'em in the maybe column.
Enlighten Me - Andy Biersack Imagine

Originally posted by shhhh-no-ones-home


anonymous asked: “Can you do a rough imagine with Andy, idk like spanking or something, but then fluff at the end? Thank you!!!!!??

Word Count: 1367 | Warnings: Smut (!), offensive language

“Yo, (Y/N)’s in the house!!” my friend and party host Felix chanted as I entered his house, followed by the other party guests who had already arrived.

“Hey Felix,” I gave him a hug before he welcomed me to whatever’s available. It was one heck of a party, I could see, there were lots of people, some just casually chatting, some watching two burly dudes play beer pong, some making out, and some dancing in front of a stereo. I’ve never been to a house party with so much guests before, well probably this is probably the biggest house I’ve been to that’s being used for a house party, so it fits way more people. I then spotted my friend Sarah sitting on the couch with some other friends. She waved at me and I waved back, walking towards her. With her were some of my other gal pals and the guys from Black Veil Brides, although Andy was nowhere in sight. They all greeted me warmly as I joined their little group. I sat right next to Sarah and became engaged in their group conversation directly.

“I’m back, bitches,” Suddenly a familiar voice rung from behind me. I turned around to see Andy with a cup of punch in his hand. “Hey, (Y/N)’s here! How’ve you been?”

“Hey, Andy. I’ve been great, what about you?” I replied necessarily.

“Never better,” he said as he sat next to me. Andy and I have never been the very closest of friends. Sure we hang out a lot but that’s basically because I hang out with Felix a lot and Felix are good friends with the BVB guys. We talk often but that’s it, nothing more. Not long after Felix joined us, holding back laughter.

“You guys remember Sandy Nichols?” he asked us with a huge grin on his face.

“You mean the shy ginger with seven cats?” Ashley asked for verification.

“Yes her, and you probably will never believe this,” Felix gestured the group to come closer as he was about to whisper something. “She likes it rough. Like, tied up to the ceiling sort of rough.” And then he burst into a fit of laughter.

“No fucking way!” my friend Tiffany commented in disbelief, “That sweet little Sandy likes it rough?”

“If you guys don’t believe me, go ahead and ask Byron,” Felix pointed to a guy by the punch bowl, “He witnessed it himself.” And started laughing again. We started laughing along with him, expressing our disbelief and imagining scenarios and shit. As I was about to make a comment, Andy gestured closer to me.

“Bet you can’t take it rough,” he whispered in my ear.

“Are you kidding? Of course I can!” I shot back, whispering almost loud enough for Sarah to hear.

“You’re almost as sweet as Sandy, I bet you like it soft and slow, do you?” I could hear a slightly naughty tone in his voice.

“That’s cute, but you totally have no idea, Mr. Biersack,” I replied, not at all turning to him. Why the hell is he saying stuff like this to me?

“Why don’t you enlighten me?”

I fell silent and turned to look at him. He had a naughty smirk on his face, and his eyes shot a look I’m still trying to decipher.

“W-What?” I stuttered, confused as hell.

“You know what I mean,” he said casually, the smirk still lingering on his face. “I’ll be by the punch bowl if you’re up for it. Or maybe, if you dare.” And he excused himself to the punch bowl.

I just sat there in silence, thinking of what he just said. Did Andy just asked me to… Is he insane?! Well, to be honest I always found Andy extremely attractive, and he’s a great person, and I’ve known him for a while now, so… I guess it’s okay, right…?

I then excused myself from the group to join Andy by the punch table. Andy’s eyes beamed with delight as he saw me walk towards him. “Well, so you do want to enlighten me, do you (Y/N)?” he said teasingly.

“Just shut up and take me somewhere, Andy,” I glared at him. He chuckled and immediately pulled me upstairs to search for a guest room that’s not occupied. When we found one, he immediately locked the door and slammed his mouth onto mine. He pinned me up against the wall and ran a hand on my thigh, gesturing me to jump. I did as he wanted and wrapped my legs around his waist. He then dropped me onto the bed and crawled over me. He went back to kissing me with one hand trailing up my dress, rubbing circles on my folds through my panties.

“Damn babe, you’re already this wet for me?” Andy teased. He then proceeded in taking my dress off, leaving me in my black lingerie. He examined every inch of my body lustfully before attacking my neck and collarbones, leaving purple love bites here and there.

“Andy…” my suppressed moan came out as he went to kissing the valley of my breasts. He slid his hand onto my back to unclasp my bra and threw it to the floor. He then brought my left nipple to his mouth and fondled with my right breast.

“Oh Andy, f-fuck…” I moaned louder.

He then paused to take of his top. “Well we don’t have much but,” he took off his belt, “We’ll just have to make the most of it. Hands up, princess.”

I did as instructed and raised my hands above my head. He then tied my hands together with his belt and commanded, “Keep them there.”

He then kissed me gently but lustfully on the lips and then down to my neck, my breasts, and then down to my stomach right before my panties. I was writhing in pleasure, but in the same time in agony with not being able to touch him. His eyes locked on mine as he skillfully removed my panties with his teeth. He then kissed my inner thigh before proceeding to lick my clit.

“Oh fuck…” I arched my back in absolute enjoyment, struggling my hardest to keep my hands up. “Andy p-please, just f-fuck me already,” I begged weakly.

“What’s that?” Andy asked, “I can’t hear you.”

“P-Please, fuck me Andy.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Goddamit just fuck me Andy!” I nearly yelled.

Andy smiled, pleased, “Good girl. Turn around.”

I did as I was told and was on all fours, relying on support from my knees and shoulder. I could hear him undoing his pants and throwing them away and without any warning, he rammed his length into me, making me scream. His thrusts were quick and powerful, driving me crazy.

“Scream my name, baby,” he commanded as he spanked my ass.

“Oh, Andy,” I screamed in between pants.

“Louder!” he spanked me even harder, making me utter a moan.

“Oh Andy! God!” I screamed even louder, dropping my head onto the bed in frustration.

He continued thrusting into me until we both reached our climaxes. Exhausted, he lied on the bed next to me and undid the belt that’s been cuffing my hands together. I then lied down as well, tired. He then pulled me closer and I rested my head on his chest as we both steadied our breaths.

“That was not even close to rough,” I commented teasingly, looking up to meet Andy’s face.

“I agree,” Andy replied, “But damn it was good.”

“Yeah it sure was,” I said. There were several seconds of silence before our lips connected again. This time, it was more tender and not so much lustful. His lips felt so soft and warm I could stay like that forever.

“You know (Y/N), I’ve always thought that you’re an amazing girl. I mean, you’re beautiful, friendly and vibrant, and… every time Felix invites me to hang, I’ve always been looking forward to see you,” Andy admitted almost shyly, “I know it probably should be the other way around, but… do you… Want to go out sometimes, (Y/N)?”

I smiled and pecked his lips gently once more, “Yeah, I’d love to, Andy.”

(Whoa that’s long 0_0 Anyways I hope you enjoyed this and pardon my inexperience *cries internally*)

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Undo (5)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Epilogue | Epilogue: We Meet Again

Description: “It’s getting harder and harder to control myself around you.”

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, smut

Word Count: 3,879

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

For the next week, no memories came back to you, no matter how much kissing you and Chanyeol did. Although, at this point, you weren’t quite sure that you…wanted to remember. Sure you missed a lot, but with memories and the past came pain. Why would you want to remember the pain? You enjoyed spending time with Chanyeol.

“(Y/N)?” His sweet voice called for you and realized you were still laying in his bed. You sat up, feeling the comfortable fabric of his t-shirt against your skin. You stretched your arms out before you stood up.

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Iron Man  {Sentence Starters}

  • “You got a family?“
  • “They could kill you.”
  • “Are those bullet holes?“
  • “No, you intimidate them.”
  • “Get down here. I need you.“
  • “I don’t have anyone but you.“
  • “Give me a scotch. I’m starving.“
  • “Am I making you uncomfortable?“
  • “I never said you were a superhero.“
  • “They’re going to kill me, either way.”
  • “Don’t waste it… don’t waste your life.”
  • “Oh my God, you crazy son of a bitch!“
  • “We gotta go. Come on, move with me.“
  • “Was that so hard? That was fun, right?“
  • “I don’t think that I’m qualified to do that.“
  • “That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it.“
  • “What was I thinking? You’re usually so discreet.“
  • “Have you ever lost an hour of sleep in your life?“
  • “I don’t think you could tie your shoes without me.”
  • “It’s an imperfect world, but it’s the only one we got.“
  • “So you’re a man who has everything… and nothing.“
  • “My family is dead… and I’m going to see them, now.”
  • “Come on, you’re going to go see your family. Get up.“
  • “This is the fun-vee. The hum-drum-vee is back there.”
  • “The more you struggle, the more this is going to hurt.”
  • “I’m kind of having a hard time not looking at you, now.”
  • “Just stand down. If something happens, then come in.“
  • “What are you trying to get rid of me for? You got plans?“
  • “You’re going to kill yourself. I’m not going to be a part of it.”
  • “I’ve been called many things. Nostalgic is not one of them.“
  • “Let’s face it, this is not the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.“
  • “They say that the best weapon is the one you never have to fire.“
  • “Don’t ever, ever, ever, ask me to do anything like that, ever again!“
  • “Good God, you’re a woman! I honestly, I couldn’t have called that.“
  • “You’ve become part of a bigger universe. You just don’t know it yet.“
  • “I feel like you’re driving me to court martial. This is crazy. What did I do?”
  • “I just finally know what I have to do. And I know in my heart that it’s right.“
  • “If you douse me again, and I’m not on fire, I’m donating you to a city college.“
  • “Don’t follow me around with it either because I feel like I’m going to catch on fire spontaneously.“
  • “There’s been speculation that I was involved in the events that occurred on the freeway and the rooftop…“
  • “I’m just not the hero type. Clearly. With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I’ve made, largely public.”
Birthday Sex (M)

Requested: Anon asked: “ Hi💕can u please write a jimin oneshot with him surprising yn with birthday sex for her birthday??? If that’s not possible it’s ok😂 hehe thanks in advanced✨”

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Length: 1.3k words

WARNING: This is a smut!! If you are sensitive to this type of stuff, please do not read.

Summary (kinda): Y/N wasn’t expecting this on her birthday…

Disclaimer: This is my first fanfic/smut that I’m putting on Tumblr so I’m very sorry if it sucks. I’m really bad at writing smut but I put a lot of effort into this so hopefully you all like it.

Originally posted by mewchim

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God, did you hate your job. It was already bad enough that you needed to work on your birthday, but it made it even worse that it was probably the shittiest job anyone could have in their life. You worked as a magazine editor. Yeah, it sounded fun and everything but the people there are snotty and have their heads up their own ass. Not to mention they’re all practically the Devil’s offspring. Like that bullshit Tiffany pulled today with the designs, saying I stole them. Of course they believed her and that caused you into losing your bonus which you worked so hard for.

“What a bitch…”, you mumbled to yourself in the car as you were driving home from work. You just wanted to get home to Jimin as soon as possible and relax. You were planned just a small little date at home with him, considering you hated parties. And though you were only gone for a few hours at work, you really missed him. You just wanted to see his face, feel his body, hear his voice. You were hopelessly in love with him…

You turned into the driveway of your house but sat there for a minute. You gathered up all your thoughts. You took a deep breath and looked ahead at the house your boyfriend was probably waiting patiently in. This day will get better. You thought to yourself. It has to…

You regained your posture, grabbed your bag, and stepped out of your car. As you walked to the door, you were trying to think positive thoughts. Like how you and Jimin were going to have a blast tonight or that you were going to get that bonus again soon or how your life would change in a more better way over all. 

You opened the door to see Jimin. As you suspected, he was waiting patiently on the couch for you. He looked up to you and smiled that bright grin that made you melt. He got up immediately after seeing you and hugged you tightly as if he were a koala and you a tree.

“Happy Birthday, baby.” He spoke in your ear. You felt his breath on your skin and it made you blush profusely. It was amazing how he could make you blush or swoon over the smallest of things he does. You felt like a school girl.

While knowing his comfort was there, you smiled into his shoulder. It seemed as if all the pain and everything that went wrong today and the last couple days were gone. You both pulled apart and seeing Jimin face lighting up with such happiness helped you make the final decision that you weren’t going to tell him about what happened at work.

Jimin grabbed your arm and pulled you to the couch. “You sit here and I’ll go get the food.”

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Your birthday was definitely becoming better. You and Jimin were both cuddling on the couch while watching the movie he got. While you both were doing so, you could feel Jimin looking at you constantly. He had a hungry look in his eyes and you didn’t know how to react. You tried not to look because of how flustered you were but it didn’t stop him from looking at you like that.

Only a few moments later, you felt something on your thigh. You slightly moved your eyes to where your leg was only to find Jimin’s dominant hand gripping it tightly. You couldn’t help but look up to his eyes. As you did, Jimin moved his hand from your thigh and put it on your cheek along with the other one on the other cheek and kissed you roughly. Your eyes were as big as saucers now. Though you were surprised, you couldn’t help but kiss him back. Though you didn’t with as much force as he did, you still played along. 

You closed your eyes and melted more and more into the kiss, your cheeks still a crimson color. Jimin was never like this with you. He was always so shy and timid around you as you were with him. Never has he acted like this before. You tried to say to yourself that you didn’t like this side of him, but that would be lying. Actually, you loved it. You did love his sweet side but you loved his sexy and dominant side just as much.

You then felt Jimin’s hands suddenly move from your face to the hem of your shirt. He pulled your shirt off over your head and you gladly let him. You wanted him so bad…

Jimin then started to unclasp your bra while still continuing to kiss you with much force. Once he finally took your bra off, he broke the kiss and looked at your breasts with lust in his eyes. 

“God..you’re beautiful.” He breathed out. Jimin then tilted your head slightly to the side and started kissing and licking from your neck all the way to your breasts. You moaned loudly. You were embarrassed that you moaned so loud from just that, compared to the other things he was going to do to you.

You felt him smirk on your skin before he started to suck on your left breast while using his hand to massage the other one. Your head head fell back and you moaned. It then just occurred to you that he was doing all the work while you let him.

You sat up a little and started to take off his shirt. Jimin’s eyes widened at first, shocked but then he smirked. Once you took his shirt off, you mimicked him. You started kissing from his neck to his chest. You kept this up until Jimin seemed to get bored. He started to take off his pants and underwear. Once he did, you gasped at his length. 

“Pants. Now.” He demanded roughly to you. You looked up at him for a second before taking off your own pants.

You lay down on the couch while Jimin goes on top of you. He lines up his member to your entrance. As he enters, you moan in both slight pain and pleasure. Jimin grunted and continued to move, first slowly then a little faster.

You kept moaning louder, louder until Jimin couldn’t take it anymore. He attacked your lips as you eventually did the same. Jimin broke the kiss once again and groaned while moving his fingers through his sweaty hair.

He eventually went faster than before. “Oh, fuck Y/N…you feel so good.”

You moaned just from him saying that. You didn’t know how long you could hold on for. From looking at his sweaty face to hearing him moaning and talking dirty to you just added more to the pleasure he was giving you just now.

“Oh god, Jimin…ah.” You moaned to him over and over again.

“You like that, Y/N? You like how my dick feels inside of you?” Jimin felt like he could barely breathe that out. You felt so good to him, it was pushing him over the edge.

You moaned. “Yes, yes. It feels so good!”

He thrusted harder into you. “Oh god, Y/N. You’re so hot, it’s driving me crazy!”

You were definitely feeling over the edge now. “Ah, Jimin. I think I’m going to cum!”

“Go on. Cum all over my dick, Y/N…” Jimin grunted.

You tried to hold on until Jimin was going to cum as well but it was killing you. You were so close.

After a few more hard thrusts, Jimin grunted loudly. “Y/N, I’m going cum…god.”

Jimin then pulled out and came on your stomach. Jimin fell on top of you and you both panted frantically. 

Yep, your birthday was definitely becoming better.

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Chapter Fourteen

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 2620 
Warnings: Angst, swearing

Song: The Other Side by Ruelle


The verdict was in and the news wasn’t good though it was what you’d expected. Helen hadn’t even needed to make the trip once Bruce had sent her your scans. Your optic nerve was completely fired, no longer viable, with zero chance of ever being repaired. Even with your new crazy healing abilities, the cells of your optic nerves remained, for lack of a better term, dead.

The world had become dark and scary, something which set you clinging to Steve.

In a matter of days your bullet wound and broken arm had completely healed, and Bruce had released you from the med-wing, but panic had set in as soon as you’d taken your first blind steps.

Everything was so loud, smelled so strong, even the air on your skin was enough to make you flinch. Every step you took was terrifying, not knowing where you were, what was ahead of you.

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Eager To See

Summary: The ride back to the old motel rooms, you stayed in after a successful hunt, always seemed to be quite interesting. Though none of the rides you experienced were ever as intimate as this one. John insisted that Dean would get hard by only watching the two of you get at it and would bug out as soon as possible to get himself off. Only you didn’t know that this now turned into a bet between the two Winchesters.
Requested by: Anonymous

Words: 1508

Pairing: John Winchester x Reader with Voyeur!Dean

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

(ignore the sam and dean in this one lmao)

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, kinda dirty talk, unprotected sex, Dean is watching so if Dean watching John isn’t your thing, don’t read it. 

A/N: This is written for SPN Smut appreciation day! This sucks I’m sorry.

Masterpost


John, Dean and you were just on your way back to the motel from taking out a nest of vampires. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Or at least you thought.

It was normal for you and the Winchesters to sit and talk when you were driving back to motels from your hunts. Especially since John Winchester himself was your lover, your boyfriend as you liked to call him.

But this time the topic you talked about wasn’t so normal. You never thought John would mention something like this, let alone talk with Dean about something like this.

“You know, I know Dean here heard us a lot lately. And I know most of the times he used his magazines or anything like that to get himself off to that in the shower,” John started and you couldn’t help but blush at his words. How did he come up with this so sudden?

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Excuses

For the lovely kstar770 who requested  19 and 42 with gibbs :)? “Don’t look now, there’s my ex.” “Is that my shirt?”

Things you learned this morning. Sometimes your train came ten minutes early. Running through the subway in heels is hard because people do not care and will not let you pass. When you miss your train, the next one will be late, because the universe works in mysterious and malicious ways. If you’re late for work, you might as well stop and get another coffee, because what’s five more minutes. Oh, and coffee plus asshole not looking where he’s going plus white shirt equals an embarrassing walk into work.

You beelined it to the locker room, not even stopping at your desk to put your things down and looked through you bag cursing at past you for not taking it home to do the laundry. Most of it was sweaty workout clothes, and not something you were interested in spending the day in. You glanced at the locker next to your’s and snorted. Like hell you were borrowing something from DiNozzo, you’d never hear the end of it. Ziva’s shirt probably wouldn’t fit you comfortably. Maybe Abby had something? That made you laugh aloud. No, probably not something you were comfortable wearing in work. You looked at the locker on the other side of yours and shrugged. Gibbs probably wouldn’t mind. You grabbed a clean shirt from his surprisingly neat locker and went into the ladies room to change. It was one of his button ups, and while it was roomy if you tucked it in, it didn’t look too bad.

All morning his smell surrounded you, and it was much much more distracting than you anticipated. Every time you moved a wave of his cologne rushed over you and well as a scent that was purely Gibbs. You were caught up in your thoughts, staring absentmindedly at the stack of papers on your desk when he spoke from directly behind you.

“Is that my shirt?” You looked up surprised, hand jerking and knocking the empty coffee cup from your desk.

“What?” You asked, automatically regretting the stupid question, “I.. er, yeah. I hope you don’t mind, I was late, and I spilled my coffee all down my shirt, and all I had was workout clothes.” You explained, rambling slightly before biting your lip to shut up. Gibbs hovered for a moment before smiling and nodding.

“That color looks nice on you.” Was all he said before turning and leaving the bullpen. You felt your cheeks heat up and ducked you head slightly. And that little sentence is all you thought about for the rest of the day. You got virtually no work done and when it was time to leave you shoved all the files into your bag, hoping you might finish them at home, where it would be easier to think.

“Did you drive in today?” Gibbs asked from behind you and you jump, spinning around with a squeak.

“You know I don’t like when you do that.” He chuckled slightly and shrugged, “No I took the train, hence me being late, and covered in coffee. “

“Can I drive you home?” He offered, and you blinked surprised. Why would he want to drive you home?

“Sure.” You nodded. You two walked out side together and you body felt like it was on autopilot.

“You know it’s been driving me crazy.. All day.” Gibbs muttered and you almost didn’t catch it.

“What?”

“You… in that shirt…” You flushed, and tugged slightly on the shirt as you walked.

“O-Oh… I’m sorry.. Is this a good shirt? I can have it dry cleaned for you.” You offered lamely. God you should have asked.

Gibbs laughed and stopped walking, grabbing your wrist gently to keep you with him, hand rubbing small circles on the skin.

“No not that kind of crazy.” He assured, and for the fifth time that day, your cheeks turned bright red. You opened your mouth to try and formulate a response but he tugged on your wrist, drawing you in closer. “Don’t look now, there’s my ex.” He whispered and suddenly his lips were on yours. They were firm, but gentle on yours and at the risk of sounding insane; they tasted how he smelled. His hand on your wrist slid down and linked your fingers together and his other one found a spot on your waist as your free hand slid up to rest on his chest. It didn’t even register to you that you were standing on the sidewalk in a very public area until he pulled away smirking.

“I… Um, which ex?” You asked still impossible close to the man, your boss, your boss who’d just kissed you senseless on the sidewalk.

“Uh, none.” He admitted laughing, “I just needed an excuse. Did it work?” He asked and you grinned, leaning up for another quick kiss.

“You don’t ever need an excuse to do that again.