he looks so hot right here

rating all of the doctors outfits based on how gay they are

first doctor:

i can tell this was once something gayer. it gives off the vibe of a brideshead revisited cover if u aged everyone up 70 yrs. the plaid pants mean something, the coat but its just not…cohesive. 5/10

second doctor:

see, this is very much like ones, but the bow tie adds the nutty professor vibe. it very much gives off the vibe of someone who is the town eccentric who has a very straightlaced husband. the haircut might be a dealbreaker but its the same shape of one belonging to a lesbian living in 1982. 7/10 for the solidarity working here in this outfit

third doctor:

this is a gay person. this is sincerely just the gayest of people. the ruffle shirt, the coat? whatevers on his shoulders?? the STANCE?? yes, pose is everything here too. and god does it bring this full circle. 10/10

fourth doctor:

now see i love four as much as anyone but this distinctly reminds me of a straight guy i knew freshman year of college who dressed almost exactly like this, with no knowledge of the show itself, and i cant disconnect these two people now. sorry, dude. 2/10 bc of the rainbow scarf, thank you for showing your support

fifth doctor:

this is the haircut ive only seen on gay women, and the squat + that jacket is making me dysphoric. good job five only gay outfits can make me hate my body like this. 9/10

sixth doctor:

this irritates me, but only a gay person would go to this level of carefully coordinated outfit disasterhood and i have to respect it. 8/10

seventh doctor:

the stance, the vest, the umbrella, the scarf…..this outfit would be up there if it werent for the hat. it reminds of every straight guy i know from comic book clubs. you were so close but like icarus you flew too close to the sun. 6/10

eighth doctor (move): 

this is gay in the fact its super victorian and the repression is just coming off in waves, an inherently gay act i know well from my childhood. the long hair rly solidifies the cohesiveness and vibe this look creates, but it doesnt hold the iconicness it needs to get rly up there. 5/10

eighth doctor (short):

NOW THIS IS THE ICONICNESS I NEEDED! the outfits basically the same vibe wise but the loosening of everything? the blood? the haircut. this is the look of not just an icon, but a bicon. 9/10

war doctor: 

aaaand here’s the same outfit again, but its……i dont know. i cant get into it. maybe its the weird fauxhawk. ill give props to the scarf, and whatevers going w the calf area. 4/10

ninth doctor:

leather jackets inherently give off the gay vibe, and that’s my second choice in hair if i didn’t have the worlds lumpiest head. the v neck deters me slightly but i feel it could go either way. 8/10

tenth doctor: 

i know so many butch lesbians that dress like this, and i love it. everything just works so well here. the suit, the hair, the sneakers, the coat….every piece is so unneccessary and just adds to the look of it all. 10/10

eleventh doctor: 

this outfit is accompanied w the inherent vibe and premonitions of the twirling and hand gestures, and that should make this super gay. anybody who decides to look like a schoolboy from 1958 is gay. and i want it to be, but again straight guys have adopted this and made the connection in my head to the point where it detracts a little. so, 7/10

twelfth doctor: 

twelve has like six different outfits but this one is my favorite, and i wanted to add bill in here because i love here and want to rate her outfit. like, honestly the bomber jacket? the patches?? the hair bow?? i love her so much. 10/10 always.

anyways, twelves outfit. this is peak emo. the shirt, the hoodie, the velvet jacket…..its hot topic chic, but in a good way. he looks like your cool gay uncle whose not rly ur uncle but teaches you how to skateboard. i want this exact outfit. i want both of their outfits, right now. 10/10 for the both of them honestly

thirteenth doctor:

do i even need to say it. id say harold and leave it at that but i want to talk about this so bad. the boots n socks. the suspenders. the haircut, and let us just look at that rainbow shirt. this is the outfit i see all the popular tumblr lesbians wearing. this is what a gay person wears, and i have never felt so called out for my fashion choices until i saw this and knew i could probably recreate it with whats in my closet right now. 500/10. gay rights personified. i love women

anonymous asked:

Since bitty is (I think?) the first openly gay player in the NHL in the fics, what about other players hitting on him when they play the schooners, or even better, during the all star game when jack is right there?

The game so far has been nothing memorable, just another pre-season exhibition against Edmonton that neither team really want to give their all because why risk anything before the season even starts?

“Bittle,” Burig, a second line Oilers winger, flags Eric down at the end of the second period, with a look of grim determination that gives Eric the sense he’s about to be sucker-punched.


“You, uh,” Burig hesitates, gnawing on his mouthguard and twisting his stick in his hands while he comes up with whatever he wants to say. He huffs and looks around for any teammates that might be watching the exchange, finding the rest of his line distracted, he leans in close. “You doing anything after the game?”

Eric blinks. “What?” 

“Just,” Burig shrugs, face flushing pink, “wanted to see if you’d like to grab a drink or something.”

“Oh. Oh!” Someone from the bench yells his name and Eric is faced with a dilemma he knows he can’t resolve in the next 15 seconds. “Wait for me after the game, we can talk.”

Burig nods tightly, beet red, and skates back to his own bench.

Just another thing for Eric to think about while coach yells at him for missing an unnecessary pep talk.


Burig is waiting for Eric when he leaves the locker room, hair still damp and his suit slightly rumpled like he’d thrown it on in a rush, which makes Eric feel worse for some reason.

“Hey,” he perks up when he sees Eric, sliding his phone into his gear bag. “You wanted to talk?” He sounds so earnest it hurts and Eric motions to a meeting room just off the hallway.

“It’ll be a bit more private in here.”

Eric doesn’t waste time when the doors close, Burig isn’t the first player to approach him and he certainly won’t be the last.

“You’re very sweet, but I have a boyfriend.”

“Fuckin’ knew it,” Burig curses, shouldering his duffel bag. “No way someone as hot as you is single. Worth a shot, right?”

“Were you looking for a hook-up or?”

“No, not like that, I just kinda,” he hesitates like he’s afraid of saying too much.

“Safe space,” Eric waves his arms to indicate the empty room. “Be honest.”

“I’m tired of Grindr and puckbunnies and bar hookups, you know? I want something real.”

Eric immediately runs through a list in his mind of the few single players he’s met in similarly awkward situations. “You play in Vancouver next week, right?”

Burig’s eyes go wide and Eric holds up a warning finger. “Hold your horses. I may have a friend in a similar situation, but it’ll be on his terms if he wants to reach out. Give me your number, and I’ll pass it along if he wants to meet. Okay? No promises.”


“You want to tell me why we’re watching Vancouver slaughter Edmonton when we could be doing literally anything else?” Jack bemoans from the couch, poking and prodding at Eric to distract him.

“I’m invested, alright? You plant seeds, you watch ‘em grow.”

The clock runs out on the second period and Eric keeps his eyes trained on Vancouver’s goalie, Crivier, who waves Burig over in a moment of calm. The two talk, barely visible over the shoulder of a commentator, but moments later Burig skates away with a very prominent smile on face. 

“And boom goes the dynamite,” Eric whispers, grabbing the remote to switch over to the new season of House of Cards.

“You playing matchmaker again, Bits?” Jack laughs, pressing himself against Eric’s side and nuzzling at his neck.

“You know how much competition you’d have if I didn’t set up all the guys that hit on me with each other?” Eric breathes, sliding his fingers through Jack’s hair. “I could have a harem.”

Jack groans and squeezes Eric tightly. “I’ll fight everyone,” he murmurs, “even the guys I like.” 

King of Memes

Or, how Tony Found Out About Bucky’s Blog. 

Tony couldn’t seep. Sometimes he managed a few hours if he was tired enough, so usually he went to the gym and worked out until he was exhausted. Tonight, though, he found the gym already occupied: Barnes, with his hair tied up, working steadily at the heavy bag. Normally Tony would make an awkward comment and leave him to it, but instead he just heads for the opposite side of the gym. After setting up at one of the far treadmills, Tony worked his way to a easy run. Barnes was laying his fists rhythmically into the bag, and the quiet thumping was sort of strangely soothing. Between the running and the thumping, Tony slipped into a near-trancelike state.

 And then Barnes let out an ungodly howl, drew back his left fist, and slammed it straight through the heavy bag with a roar of, “DIE A THOUSAND BURNING DEATHS!”

Tony fell off the treadmill, scrambled to his feet, and booked it to the elevator.

kingofmemes posted:

holy shit you guys there was a spider on my punching bag !!! thanks to my many years of combat experience & martial arts training things are okay now

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Some Things Kent Has Said to the Rookies While Sober: (See Drunk version here)

1. (About his blind date) “He’s a nice guy, but he kissed me and then he left me at the door? What the fuck?” (“Maybe he wants to take it slow?”) “I’m not the fucking Pope, James. I’m horny now.” (“The Pope doesn’t—”) “Maybe I need to flash my ankles some more. I’ll wear booty shorts for the next one.”

2. “I hope everyone here knows that if a—” (shouting) “—hot, tall, single dad in this establishment would like to buy me a drink and take me home tonight, I would literally leave all my friends in a heartbeat—” (turning back to rookies) “—Sorry. I see you guys like everyday.”

3. (On why he isn’t speaking to Jeff) “Jeff convinced me to watched ‘Me Before You’ yesterday. He promised me nobody dies. I cried the entire time when I was trying to order takeout afterwards. And then I cried on the toilet. I’m so fucking pissed. I can’t even look at him right now.”

4. “Dom and I are going to sing ‘I Have Nothing’ for the AcesTV special. I practiced every single fucking night in the shower this past week, and my neighbors filed two complaints against me, so just letting you know to like, get ready to eat my entire ass.”    

5. “My favorite things? Kit dressed up in one of those cute bowties they make for cats on Etsy. Mashkov’s ass in nice jeans. Extra guac in my burrito. Finding the love of my life and then realizing that they’re actually a prince or Batman. And winning the Cup every year. I don’t ask for a lot. It’s not a lot.”  

+1. “The lighting in the locker room is amazing, what the hell, did they change the bulbs? It makes my abs look fantastic. Someone help me sext my husband, he’s gonna want to see this.” (Smacks rookie’s arm.) “No, not like that. Take the photo from the top-down, do you not know your angles? God.”

Dating Zach Dempsey would include...

• Lots of basketball games, where’d you’d be on the side lines holding up a cheesy sign saying “# 7 on the field # 1 in my heart.”

• Him looking and winking just as he is about to make the game winning point!

 • He’d run to you after a game through the crowd, just to get his winning kiss. “y/n!” “Oh no Zach! Get your sweaty self away from me.” You said running through the stands. But he catches you in less than a minute and envelopes you in his arm. “Caught you.” He whispers “You’re an idiot.” You say with a smile “Yes, but I’m your idiot, so it’s okay.” He says right before he kisses you. 

 • Ice cream dates, he’d smile and watch you as you ate your ice cream. “What’re you doing?” You said with a giggle, “You’re so weird.” He rolled his eyes, “is it bad that I love my girlfriend so much I can’t help but stare at her beauty?” You held out your spoon. “Oh shush and let me eat my ice cream in peace.” He leaned over and ate it as you gasped! “Zachary! How dare you?!” He chucked and winked. “Maybe next time you’ll take my compliment, so I don’t have to take you ice cream.”

•Movies at the Crestmont, where you two would sit in the back and cuddle into him.

•cuddling non stop.

•lots and lots of kisses, on your forehead, nose, lips

• You always wear his letterman jacket and it’s huge on you because your boy is a giant. “You’re tiny.” “I AM NOT.” “Y/n you are so small.” “I am average height, you fricking giant.” “Gosh you’re feisty, and you look so cute in that.” “Can I keep it.?” “No.” “But Zach…”

•he’d surprise you from behind and always make an effort to walk you to your classes. “Zach you’re gonna be late for your class.” “But I have to walk with you to class..” “I’m a big girl I can walk by myself.” “Yes, I’d rather spend time with my girl, than be in class, unless that class is Bio.”

•you and his sister are best friends, and you guys are always whispering. And he loves how good you are with her.

•his mom loving you because unlike the rest of his friends, you’re such a good influence on him. She sees the way you two love each other and can’t wait to call you her daughter-in-law

•Zach gets jealous easily, especially when you laugh at Jeff’s jokes and hang out with him. He will give you the silent treatment until you make him realize he’s the only boy for you.

“Zach, I love you. No one else” “But Jeff..” “He’s a friend, one of my very good friends and you need to stop being jealous about small things. You know i’d never leave you.” “I-I’m sorry.” You kissed his forehead. “I love you okay? Don’t forget that.”

•you play video games with him, and sometimes he lets you win, just to see you smile and jump around. “OH MY GOD. I BEAT YOU.” Zach chuckled, “yes you did.” “I BEAT ZACH DEMPSEY AT COD.. HOW IN THE WORLD.” He scoops you up in his arms, “yes you did y/n, and I’ve got a prize for you.” He says as he kisses you!

•he’s super protective, especially after hearing Bryce’s tapes, and makes sure you’re never alone with him.

•He comes to you whenever he is sad, or upset about life. And the two of you cuddle and eat lots and lots of ice cream.

•You always make fun of how he’s allergic to strawberries. “It’s kinda sad, you know? You’ll never be able to bite into a juicy strawberry.” He rolled his eyes “yes y/n I’m so sorry that the small little fruit could possibly cause me to die.” “I’m just saying it’s a shame, they’re so good.” “God, you’re so mean.”

•He loves PDA when he’s drunk, but when he’s sober, he’d rather it be more personal, just between the two of you.

•He’s never fails to make you laugh, and cracks jokes just to see your eyes light up and to see your smile grow.

•When he gets drunk, all he’s does is think about you and tell you how much he loves you, and will not stop kissing you. “My girlfriend y/n, she’s such a babe. Like damn she’s the hottest girl in the school and she’s all mine. And have I told you I love her so much.” “Zach I’m right here.” “You’re really pretty you know that.” “Oh dear Zach, how much did you drink.”

• He’s always super embarrassed after hearing what he did while drunk, and you think he’s the absolute cutest.

• Zach is so fit, and loves the gym, and half the time you joke you’re dating him just for his abs. “God you’re hot.” He looked up at you. “Well that was random.” “Like I’m definitely dating you for your abs.” “Wow y/n so superficial” “Kidding I love every little thing about you.” “Oh sweet little y/n, nothing about me is little.” “ZACH!”

•Zach leaves the weirdest compliments in your compliment bag, and you keep them all to look at whenever you need to smile.

•Justin being like another brother to you and always jokes about how you have Zach wrapped around your finger.

•Justin and Zach are so close you always joke that he’s Zach’s boyfriend. “Hi I’m y/n and this is my boyfriend Zach and his boyfriend Justin.”

• He always tells you the cheesiest science jokes, because he’s a bio nerd. “Hey y/n, are you DNA helicase cause I’d like to unzip your genes.” “You’re an idiot”

•Zach dreaming about spending the rest of his life with you and growing old, because you’re everything and more he’d ever imagine in a girl.

Storage Room (M)

Originally posted by seagulljjk

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut 

╳ Summary: You didn’t know that accidentally being locked in a storage room with Jungkook could turn out to be so fun.

All you wanted to do was go to the mall by yourself and have a relaxing day but no, of course that can’t happen. You were just walking by a store, glancing at a display window, admiring a cute outfit until you heard screams. You quickly whipped your head around to see a swarm of girls coming at you. You had no time to think before you got pushed into the store, the employees freaking out trying to shut the door, and a guy in all black pacing back and forth.

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Mistletoe (Various Drabbles)

A/N: Happy holidays my friends! I hope you enjoy~ I know it’s not all the characters, but I only did the characters that I could think of at the top of my head. Sorry if these suck;;;


The Overwatch Christmas party was loud like you had expected but it wasn’t bad. You were feeling a bit parched so you decided to go the kitchen for a drink. You bumped into something hard, making you stumble back a bit. You looked to see who you had bumped into and it was none other Jesse McCree, the famous cowboy.

“Woah there darlin’. You gotta watch where your going.” He chuckled with a small shake of his head.

“Oh sorry, McCree.” You say with embarrassment. Jesse has been your long term crush and you could already feel a blush rise from coming in contact with him. “I was just going to the kitchen. If you’ll excuse me-”

“Yeah, I was just goin’ to talk to Ana-”

“Now, now both of you! You can’t leave just yet!” Reinhardt’s booming voice rang over to us.

“Why not?” You ask. He simply laughed and pointed above your head. Both McCree and you slowly look up and there it was hangning above you, the devious little plant; mistletoe. You look back at Jesse with wide eyes. “O-Oh my!”

“Well, it’s just my lucky day ain’t it?” He smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist. “You don’t mind do you?”

“N-No! Not at all.” McCree slowly leaned in, closing his brown eyes like hot cocoa closed as his soft lips met yours. Your hands found their way on his shoulders, deepening the kiss. It was like a dream came true.

“Alright!” Reinhardt laughed loudly, breaking you two apart. “Not in front of the wee children.” You blush and stare up at McCree who was still holding his signature smirk.

“Well I’ll be damned! That’s the best Christmas present I have ever received.”

“Same here.” You giggled.

Soldier 76

You and Jack were both leaning on a wall while watching the rest of the team partied it up, mugs of hot chocolate (which totally didn’t have a small dash of alcohol-) in each of their hands. Neither you or 76 were really the ‘party type’ so instead you both decided to watch and talk. You were starting to feel a bit stuffy due to all the people in the room, so you look to the man on your right.

“Hey Jack, it’s starting to get a little too warm in here. Want to go into one of the less crowded ones?”  

“Yeah.” He grunted and pushed himself from the wall, walking to the next room over. You walked next to him while taking a quick swig of your hot chocolate.  

Right as you both stepped foot into the large doorway, Hana jumped in front of you with her arms crossed.

“Not so fast! You two have to kiss!” She grinned and pointed upwards. Above you was the green plant with white berries, hung with a red velvet ribbon. The room seemed to get hotter at the thought of kissing Soldier 76. You turn and look at the man next to you whose face you couldn’t read. You weren’t sure if he was happy, uncomfortable or angry.

“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to, Jack.” You look down to the ground, flustered beyond belief.

“Nonsense.” His hand gripped your chin, bringing your face to his before his scarred lips met your soft ones. The kiss seemed to last forever until Hana made a noise of disgust.

“I said kiss not make out!” She walked between you two, joining the rest of Overwatch during the party. Jack chuckled and gave you one of those rare smiles.

“Merry Christmas soldier.”

“Merry Christmas Jack.” You smiled back and kissed him again.


“Oi! (Y/N)!” Jamison called you over to him and Roadhog. You managed to get through your teammates and over to the two Australians.

“Yeah Jamison?”

“Roadie and I wanted to show you somethin’!” He took your hand and pulled you towards whatever it was. He stopped abruptly, his hand still holding yours, in front of a doorway with a mistletoe hanging above it. “I was hopin’ you could explain that thing. I seen it in other places too.” You heard Roadhog grunt behind you.

“Oh well that’s Mistletoe, Jamie.”

“Mistletoe? If it was a mistletoe wouldn’t it be a foot with a rocket for a toe?”

“No silly, it’s a Christmas tradition. People hang this up and when two people walk under it, they are supposed to kiss.” You giggled at his confused face before he dragged you under the plant.

“Kiss me then sheila!” He laughed.

“W-Well okay.” You blushed and pecked him on the lips.

“No a real kiss!” His bare arms wrapped themselves around your frame, pulling you close to his exposed chest. With another giggle, his lips met yours. It was a breathtaking kiss and you were going to deepen it until a flash of light blinked.

“Mako!” You gasped. He was holding a camera while giving Junkrat a thumbs. You looked back at the Aussie still holding on to you. “You planned this didn’t you?”

“Guilty!” He giggled loudly, his head thrown back. “You enjoyed it though didn’t ya?”

“Heh ya, I did.” You smile and looked into his eyes. “Merry Christmas ya filthy animal.”

“Oi!” He shouted but laughed, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, love.”


You and Angela were laughing, arms linked while listening to one of Reinhardt’s adventurous tales he was telling to Hana and Lucio. You were about to say something to your girlfriend before McCree jumped from behind you.

“Mistletoe!” He shouted while holding the plant over your heads.

“Sometimes I think you just enjoy watching us kiss, Jesse.” You laughed.

“Guilty as charge.”

“What do you say, Angela? Want to kiss under the mistletoe?”

“Of course, Liebling.” She smiled angelically with a cute blush on her face. You smile and place your hand on her cheek, giving her a sweet loving kiss.


It wasn’t everyday Talon through a Christmas party. You were standing with your crush Widowmaker and Reaper, chitchatting about whatever.

“Have any of you seen Sombra?” You suddenly ask, knowing she was up to something to get you and Amélie together somehow. Just as Reaper was about to speak, the little devil herself came out of invisibility with a smirk. You were going to question her until you saw the green and white plant pinched between her gloved fingers between you and Amélie.

“You both know what this means.~” She smirked, looking between the both of you. Widow glared at Sombra which made you gulp nervously.

“Y-You know w-we don’t have to-” But Amélie cut you off but crashing her dark lips against yours. You gasp against her some-what cold lips, but nonetheless you enjoyed the short, messy kiss.


“I,” She searched for the right words.“ I seem to posses feelings for you.”

“Well I seem to have feelings for you too.” You giggled at her flustered face.


Parties were never really Reapers thing but he went to the Talon Christmas party because you were going to be there. Despite most of his feelings of hatred and emptiness, he still held some love to his heart that was reserved for you. The only problem was that you didn’t know he loved you.

It was the moment where he felt honestly terrified when you both met under the dastardly plant. On the outside, due to his mask, he seemed calm and collected but on the inside he was freaking out like he might of when he still was 'human’. Sombra laughed loudly, pointing at the two of you while Widowmaker tried hiding her chuckle.

“Well… it can be a simple peck to the mask if you’d like.” You smiled up at him, making his heart flutter, but he didn’t move. You rose on your tiptoes and let your lips touch his white mask. With a small wave and a blush, you started walking away. But that small kiss to his mask wasn’t enough for him. His hand gripped your forearm, spinning you around and pulling you close to his firm body. With his free hand, he moved his mask half way off his face. You gasp and blush at his face, despite the scars and slight, black smoke radiating from him, he was quiet handsome.

“…I want more.” He confessed before his rough lips met yours. It was slightly aggressive but you enjoyed it. His one arm tightened around you as he nibbled on your bottom lip.

“Cheese!” Sombra suddenly shouted as the flash of her camera went off. Both of you were completely flustered as you pulled apart. Gabriel growled and slid his mask back on fully before chasing after Sombra, shouting threats and insults.

You stood next to Widow, sharing a laugh with her as you both watched Gabriel and Sombra run around yelling and laughing.


“Well.” The mistletoe hung above your heads, seemingly taunting you both.

“It looks like we have to kiss.” Fareeha Amari smirked as she looked down at you, her significant lover. “Who’s gonna kiss first?” You both stare at each other before you sigh.

“Time to put on the big pants then.” You pulled up imaginary pants high with a funny face. Fareeha stared at you before bursting out laughing, slightly hunched over. After her quick laugh she brushed some of your (h/c) hair away from your face. You giggled and did the same with her, your hand finding its place on her soft cheek.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Fareeha.” You both closed your eyes and your lips met in a peppermint tasting kiss.


You both looked at each other in embarrassment as Genji cackled loudly. Above you and Hanzo was mistletoe. Hanzo sent his cyborg brother a glare which made Genji laugh more, luckily Lucio was able to get him to leave you and Hanzo alone. You looked to the older Shimada brother who seemed more flustered than.

“If… If you don’t want to, we don’t have to kiss.” You said with hurt evident in your voice. You prepared yourself for rejection from the Archer before you felt a calloused hand on your cheek.

“I would love to.” Hazo leaned and gave you a sweet kiss, his beard tickled against your chin. Your hands gripped his jacket, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was short lived but enjoyable for the both of you.

“(Y/N), I just wanted to say…” He spoke quietly while briefly looking to the side before his eyes met yours. “I wanted to say I love you.”

“Aw, I love you too.” You smile and hug him, resting your head on his chest while he rested his head on yours.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” He kissed the top of your head and you both contently stayed in each others embrace.

Your wife is hot part 2 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The Justice League is coming over at Wayne’s mansion for a barbecue…

Someone asked for a part two, so here’s a part two …Hope you’ll enjoy :s

Part one

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You didn’t really expect the Leaguers to take you up on your barbecue offer…but they did. And this times, they were all here. Fortunately, Wayne mansion’s garden was massive. And with multiple trips to shops, Alfred you and your boys were able to bring enough food of all kind that it was all good. 

Except that you were stressed, yet again. So many superheroes in the same place, wasn’t it a bit of bad luck ? Like asking for a catastrophe to happen ? Oh my God, what if a major world threat arrived in your garden and started to destroy everything ?

You felt an arm go around your shoulder, and, instantly recognizing it, you wrapped your own arm around his waist. 

Bruce. Your Bruce. You snuggle into his side. 

-Are you nervous again ? 

-Is that this obvious ? 

-Only to me, I know you darling. 

You smiled to him and went on your tip toe to kiss him. Even on your tippy toes though, you were too short and he bent forward to meet your lips. Fucking giant man. 

-It’s going to be alright. They know they should leave you alone, they might be all more powerful than me physically, but they know better than to actually piss me off. You know, I got plans to take them down.

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No Strings Attached

Pairings: Kol x Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Word Count: 2163


You have been really good friends with the Mikaelsons for about a year now. Rebekah is like the sister you’ve never had, Klaus and Elijah are like brothers to you while Kol is a little bit of the opposite. The both of you flirt here and there, but you’ve never seen each other being a couple.

It was a quarter to 11. You and the youngest Mikaelson brother are the only ones home, god knows where the rest of his siblings went. The two of you were bored so you decided to drink and play billiards. Of course you were losing because you’re terrible at this game. “Gosh Kol, you could’ve at least gone easy on me. I’m a girl.” You scoffed playfully.

“Perhaps not, Y/N.” Kol smiled. He noticed your glass is empty, so he took it and refilled it for you. “Time for another.”

His glass now being in one hand and yours in the other, he handed you yours. “T-thanks Kol.” You stuttered from being a little tipsy.

“Tsk Tsk. Someone’s a lightweight.” Kol teased. then he clanked his glass to yours to cheers.

After chugging your drink, you picked up your pool cue, knowing that your turn is next. You positioned your body with the cue to the spot that you believed that was appropriate to hit. But the alcohol was getting to your system and right before you hit it, you stopped yourself, by quickly standing up, holding the cue vertically. “Actually, Kol. I’m bored of this already.”

Kol laughed then started walking towards you, with drink in hand. “Is it because you’re losing, darling? Oh don’t be such a sore loser.”

Without thinking, you attempted to hit Kol with the pool cue which only lead to failure. With Kol being the original vampire that he is, he has really quick reflexes so he stopped it with his hand. He didn’t take it personal since he knew you’re only playing around and you both know it won’t hurt him at all. “Easy there, human.” Kol cooed.

You laughed from your failure. “I tried. I tried.”

Kol showed off his height by inching up closer to you, looking down on you. “You really think you’re a match against a 1000 year old vampire?” Kol questioned, then softened up his voice. “Funny.”

You didn’t know if the alcohol was getting to your system or if Kol Mikaelson looked so hot right now. It must be the alcohol. Never did it cross your mind before about ever screwing him. The alcohol must be getting to him because he was getting way too close for comfort right now, making your breaths deeper and his following suit. He cupped your cheek with his hand, lightly rubbing his thumb on your bottom lip. The both of you kept looking back and forth at each others eyes and lips.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kol asked, now keeping his eyes focused your eyes instead.

“I mean, no one’s home so….” You replied.

Now Kol locks his lips with yours. The two of you swirling each others tongues in and out. He lifts you up and carries you to the pool table, not losing contact with each others lips.

Kol removes your top and you copy him by helping remove his. He brushes his hands along your sides as he kisses on your neck, making you let out a groan. “We’re really doing this Kol.” You chuckled.

Kol stops and looks at you. “This may be a night filled with regrets or a night to remember.” He tapped your nose once and gave you a smirk before pushing your body down on the pool table.

(The following morning…)

It was noon-ish when you awoke. Your head was slightly spinning and you felt pretty dehydrated from the alcohol you consumed last night.

You sat up and slowly scanned your surroundings to see if you can remember anything from last night. The first thing you noticed is that you’re wearing a t-shirt that is a few sizes too big. Seeing that Kol is asleep next to you in bed shirtless, you assumed that it’s his. Now that’s when the memories of last night came back to you. “Ah shit.” You mouthed to yourself.

Yup, you had sex with Kol last night. Regret wasn’t what you felt, because you do remember the drunk sex being amazing, you were just a little embarrassed because you didn’t want Kol to think that anyone can get inside your pants when you’re drunk.

Seeing that the upper half of his body is without clothes, you were also curious to see if the lower half of him is too. Still sitting up, you lifted up the blanket to get a peek. And damn, that morning wood of his made your jaw drop. “Damn, Kol Mikaelson.” You said accidentally said aloud. From catching yourself, you held your lips together to stay silent, but it failed because you woke up Kol. 

Kol yawned and stretched his arms. “Morning, Y/N.” He said with a raspy voice.

“I cannot believe that happened last night.”

“Well darling, I happen to have no regrets.”

“Oh my god, you must think I’m such a slut.” You whined, sinking yourself lower into the bed.

Kol chuckled. “Nonsense, Y/N. Not the slightest.” He got off of the bed to search for his clothes. “I happen to be thirsty, actually.”

Your eyes lit up at the thought of a nice cold glass of water. “Oh me too. Can you get me a glass of water too, please?”

Kol slid on his boxers, then grabbed his pants to put on next. “You’re quite funny. I wasn’t referring to water. But I’ll bring you back a glass.”

While you’re waiting on Kol to return with your water, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand to make sure you didn’t drunk text anyone or drunk post anything on social media. 

Phew. You’re in the clear.

After a few minutes, Kol arrives and you chug that water like there’s no tomorrow. “Ah.” You said, rolling your eyes in the back of your head.

Kol grinned at you in amusement. “That was my bloody reaction when I got a hold of those blood bags just now.”

You hear Rebekah’s voice grow as she’s walking in. “Brunch is here if you’re hungry, Kol.” Seeing that you’re in Kol’s bed, her lips parted in surprise. “You two?” She questioned, with one hand of her hip and the other hand, pointing two fingers at you both.

“Uh…” Both you and Kol said, being speechless.

“Never mind that. Feel free to come down you two, if you’re hungry.” Rebekah quickly walked out.

For the next few days you couldn’t stop thinking about the night you slept with Kol. You don’t have any romantic feelings for him whatsoever, but the sex was great and you honestly wouldn’t mind doing it again. Plus, you’re not sleeping around with anyone else at the moment, so you don’t think there’s any harm if it’s with the same person again. Your plan was to confront Kol about it the next time you saw him.

Knocking on the door of the Mikaelson’s home, Klaus opened the door with a smile. “Fancying seeing you, love. Let me guess-” He glanced up while pointing his index finger up as if he was thinking. “-you’re looking for Kol?”

Well damn. Klaus knows about it too. You figured Rebekah told him after she saw you in Kol’s bed. “Very funny, Klaus. And yes I am.” You walked inside, not caring to wait for an invitation inside. “Where is he?”

“He’s here. In his room, i assume.” Klaus replied. 

You made your way to Kol’s bedroom, but saw that he wasn’t in there so you just made yourself comfortable in his bed while you waited.

After 10 minutes, Kol entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Your presence startled him, making him jump. “Bloody hell, Y/N. You frightened the hell out of me.”

“We need to talk about something.” You sat at the edge of the bed and patted your hand on the mattress for Kol to sit down.

“About?” He questioned.

“Don’t worry, it’s not bad. Actually. It’s good. Maybe?” You questioned your statement a bit because it was good for you, but you weren’t exactly confident if it’s a positive thing for him. So to the hell with it.

“Alright, darling. Spit it out.”

“So I have this idea. First off, we’re both adults here. You know, you’re hot and I’m hot.” You pointed at Kol, then back at yourself. “You’re single and I’m single. I also know that we’re both not looking for a relationship, nor are we sleeping with anyone else.” Being good friends with Kol, you’re definitely confident that he isn’t sleeping with anyone else because he practically tells you everything.

“Ah, I see where you’re headed with this. So you want to be, what do the Americans call it?” Kol paused to think. “Oh that’s right. Fuck buddies. Am I correct?”

“Yeah.” You laughed at Kol. “Or a classier name would be: friends with benefits.”

“Brilliant.” Kol agrees with your idea. “So you think I’m hot?” He joked with a smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes at his cockiness.

“But. There has to be rules involved. We have to vow not to let ourselves gain feelings for the other. And, if one of us wants to cut it off for whatever reason, the other has to agree.”


“Good. So-”

Kol cuts you off. “So technically, this friends with benefits thing starts like now now?”

“Yes?” You answered, tilting your head.

Kol stands up confidently in front of you, looking very eager. “Come on then. On your knees.” He put one hand on his hip and the other pointing his finger down at his crotch.

You chuckled while shaking your head in disagreement. “What? Are you serious?”

“Well darling, you’re the one that said. So come on, I want your mouth to work its magic again.”

You noticed his hard member poking through towel and thought ‘fuck it’. So you hopped off of the bed and obeyed Kol’s command.

And there it was. A month goes by and the vow that the two of you made did not go broken. It’s actually been pretty fun. There would be nights where the two of you would go out drinking together, which obviously led to fucking. Whether it be in his car, in the shower or in his bed. 

But, there was a period where Kol’s siblings voiced their opinions to him about the thing that you two have.

Rebekah: “I’m just warning you Kol, this is going to end one way and one way only.”

Kol: “And how is that?”

Rebekah: “What if one of you ends up gaining feels and the other doesn’t feel the same? Someone is going to get hurt.”

Kol: “And that’s where you’re wrong, Rebekah. Y/N and I have a made our own vow to not allow that to happen.”

Rebekah: “Elijah, please tell me that what Kol and Y/N are doing is wrong.”

Elijah: “Rebekah, I believe our dear brother is quite old enough to make his own choices.”

Klaus: “What Elijah said. You know, to each their own.”

Today you’re going out for lunch with your girlfriends to catch up on the latest gossip. Elena and Caroline feel the same way that Rebekah does about this whole situation with you and Kol, but Bonnie is happy as long as you’re happy.

Since Klaus will be away for a week, he allowed you to take over his master bedroom in the meantime.

It was about two hours before the scheduled time to head out, so you hopped in the nice and steamy shower. Soaking up all that warmth made you want to stay in here for hours. You were rinsing off your conditioner as you’re getting lost in your thoughts, until all of a sudden it was interrupted. “What the hell, Kol?!” Being distracted by your thoughts, you didn’t see Kol come into the bathroom until he opened the shower door.

“May I join?” He asked, wearing nothing but boxers and jeans.

“Um no. I’m actually just finishing up. How did you even get in here?” You focused on rinsing whatever conditioner was remaining on your hair.

“Learn to lock the door, love.” Kol started unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, letting his jeans fall to the floor. “How about a quickie then?” He smiled, revealing his teeth.

You rolled your eyes and turned off the shower. “No I have to hurry up and get ready.” You reached your arm out for Kol’s cue to hand you your towel, which he does willingly and you walked out to dry yourself off.

Kol removes his boxers and gets in the shower, moving the knob to turn it on. “Your loss.” He joked.

Heart on the Line (part 2)


You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1545
warnings: finger fucking

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{PART 10} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; As Jungkook watches you become more acquainted with cousin, he also manages to share some of his worries concerning you; with Taehyung being able to draw out Jungkook’s true heart of the whole situation.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Request~ ‘Heyyy could you do numbers 62, 64 and 68 with kai x reader please?

Prompts: “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” “Are you ticklish?” “PILLOW FIGHT!” 

Imagine~ you and Kai being stuck in a cabin together after Bonnie spells you in. 

Word Count: 1554

“Ugh why does Bonnie always rope me into her stupid plans?” you groaned as you collapsed onto the couch. 

“She wants to see if my feelings are real and I have feelings towards you so I guess she just wants if they’re real.” Kai sighs, a small smirk playing on his face. 

It was true that he had feelings for you but he showed them feelings through flirty comments and smirks. 

So to see if he could actually feel Bonnie locked the both of you in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and somehow she roped you into it. 

“Ugh, whatever. I’m gonna look around to see if there’s another bed for you to sleep in.” you said dreading to think you’d have to spend the night in the same bed as him. 

It didn’t take long to look around the cabin seeing it was very small. All it consisted of was a small kitchen diner, a living room, a bathroom and a single bedroom. 

You walked back into the front room seeing Kai lounging on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling fan, his eyes following its pattern of spinning. 

“Well, since there’s no more bedrooms I’m sure you’ll be fine sleeping on the couch.” you said, smiling sarcastically as he turned his attention to you. 

“It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” Kai said and you could tell he was grinning without even looking at him. 

“Fine,” you groaned making Kai smirk, “but try anything and I’ll cut your dick off.” 

His smirk fell as he looked at you rolling his eyes making you laugh. 

“You wouldn’t want to destroy something you want so bad.” Kai smirked, recovering from your comment. 

“Kai.” you seethed throwing a pillow at him making him laugh. 

“Since you seem very moody how about we play a board game?” Kai said looking over at you innocently. 

“Finally a good idea.” you said smiling at him as you looked on top of the bookshelf. 

You pulled down monopoly knowing it was one of the few board games you were actually good at. 

You laid the game out on the table as Kai grinned over at you happily. 

Kai truly did have a massive crush on you but he wasn’t the best with emotions which meant he didn’t really know how to express them. He hated himself because he’d made you hate him and it killed him. 

But here you were setting up a board game for the both of you in a what some might say romantic cabin and that was enough to warm his heart. 

“Which piece do you want to be?” you asked, a small smile playing on your lips. 

“Erm, the cat.” he said snapping out of his trance. 

“Okay..” you trailed off finishing off setting up the board game, your tongue sticking out slightly. 

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Kai said, his eyes taking every detail of your face. 

“T-thank I guess.” you stammered, a light blush washing over your face. You couldn’t deny that you heart fluttered at his comment but you also didn’t want to admit it. 

After one game of monopoly you were both tired, you’d forgotten how long a game of monopoly took and you could tell Kai was cheating. 

You yawned as Kai entered the room with a glass of water, his eyes drooping slightly and you could tell he was tired. 

“Do you wanna head to bed?” you sighed as you pushed yourself off the floor. 

“Sounds good to me.” he replied, his voice deeper than usual and it was kind of attractive. 

You walked to the bathroom to get changed into some pjs before realizing you didn’t have any. You didn’t know Bonnie’s plan when she locked you in here so you didn’t have time to pack. 

“Kai!” you shouted in hopes Kai would let you borrow his shirt to wear to sleep. 

He trudged into the bathroom wearing the grey sweats and black top he’d been wearing all night. 

“What’s up?” he asked yawning and you could tell he was tired. 

“Give me your shirt.” you said bluntly missing your bed back home. 

“Somebodies a bit upfront.” he replied smirking as he pulled his shirt from over his head and putting it in your open hand. 

“Ugh shut up, I have no pajamas and I want to be comfortable and covered if I’m sleeping next to you.” you sighed, “Now get out.” 

Kai remained smirking but left the room as asked without muttering a word leaving you alone in the bathroom. 

You peeled off your clothes and threw Kai’s baggy shirt over your torso. It was soft and hung over you like a dress, it smelt like him and it was a good scent. 

After a second of reveling in the comfort and warmth you entered the bedroom to see Kai lying on top of the sheets in just his gray sweats. 

He glanced over at you as you took in his body, it was masculine but not overly muscular and his sweats hung perfectly just below his hips. 

“I know I’m hot, no need to stare.”  Kaai smirked, snapping you out of your gaze. You rolled your eyes trying to play it cool as you crawled onto the bed lying next to him. 

“By the way, if you wake me up before 10am tomorrow I’ll kill you.” you smiled looking up at the heretic. “Mhm whatever. P.S you look really hot with my shirt on.” he smirked completely brushing over your threat. 

“So hot I want to do this.” he said as he pushed his hand beneath the shirt, rubbing your side slowly. His cool rings sent shivers up you spine and you tensed up slightly but tried to recover before he noticed. 

“Are you ticklish?” he laughed and you realized your attempt had failed. 

“What? No, why would you think that?” you said trying to persuade him to forget about it. 

“So if I did this?” he said as he squeezed and tickled your sides lightly. It took everything within you to suppress your giggles but in the end it didn’t work. 

His smirk turned into more of a devilish grin when he realized and he stradelled your body to make it easier to tickle you. 

“Kai, please don’t.” you whimpered, knowing what you were saying would have no impact on Kai’s actions. 

His hands traveled to your sides and he began to tickle you mercilessly. You erupted into a fit of giggles as you squirmed and wriggled beneath him. 

“K-Kai. Stop. Please.” you said breathlessly in between your fits of laughter. 

In this moment Kai couldn’t help but find you extremely attractive. You were completely under his control and here you where squirming underneath him on a bed you would be sharing. 

“Y’know you look really hot right now. All helpless beneath me.” Kai said smirking as his hands detached from your waist. 

The room was silent as he looked into your eyes and you peered deep into his blue ones. “I don’t think so but whatever floats your boat.” you said breaking the silence. 

He didn’t say anything in reply, instead he leaned in so close you could feel his breath hitting against your face. 

But you didn’t think him tickling you and calling you hot was worthy of a kiss yet so you did the only thing you could do in that moment. 

You hit him in the face with a pillow, he sat there stunned for a second as you erupted into a fit of laughter. 

“PILLOW FIGHT!” you shouted and his eyes lit up. “Oh, it’s on.” he grinned as he grabbed a pillow and flung it across your head. 

You returned the hit with more force and you both did this back and forth for a while. 

At some points he was sitting on you and others, you on him. In all honesty you didn’t completely understand how you’d gone from sleepy to this but you didn’t care. 

After a while of hitting each other back and forth he was on top of you, pinning your arms down on either side of your body. 

“Now how about we start back where we left off.” he said smirking as he leaned in catching his lips on yours. 

Your eyelids fluttered closed and his loose on your wrists loosened so you pulled your hands away and ran them through his brown locks. His hands slid up your shirt like they had before, his rings adding an extra sensation to his touch. 

His tongue swiped along your bottom lips before he squeezed your hips making you gasp which gave him free entry into your mouth. His tongue explored yours as you tugged on his hair slightly. 

After a few moments he pulled away for air, a large smirk plastered onto his face. Your small smile broke out into more of a grin. 

“I knew you wanted me.” he smirked making you roll your eyes and reconnect your lips with his. 

(a/n) thank you @catastrophesprodigy ! it was a nice imagine to write xx

anonymous asked:

would you be willing to write some more tony stark with peter parker and their father-son relationship? because i think it's so precious and i loved your story with peter getting drunk! maybe you could write something with peter being really, really sad and crying and desperately needing a hug and feeling like nobody cares about him and someow he finds his way over to tony. and before tony can even ask what's wrong peter just breaks down crying, so tony comforts him and hugs him maybe?


Everything was blurry. He felt wobbly on his legs; a little bit like he’d been concussed, except he knew there would be pain if he had. Physical pain, anyway. Or blood.

From behind him, people were laughing. It was loud and grated against his ears. He wanted to tell them to shut up; to scream at them, or hit them, but he knew he couldn’t. He was too strong. One punch might kill them, for all he knew.

He couldn’t do a damn thing.


More laughs. Someone shoved him in the shoulder, and he would’ve ducked out of the way, but it would’ve looked too fast to be normal, so he let them. 

“Awwww, guys, look at him, he’s going to cry!” Someone called out, and Peter looked down to the floor immediately, desperately fighting back the hotness behind his eyes. Fuck fuck fuck fuck- he wasn’t supposed to cry, he was bigger than that, he was a superhero for Christ’s sake, he could take a little teasing-

“Oh my God, look at him! He’s actually fucking crying!”

He wanted Ned. Or MJ. Where the hell were they- it was their spot in the school cafeteria, they were supposed to be here, he needed them to be here right now, everyone else was stood around him, crowding him, crushing him, he couldn’t breathe- he wanted at least one person on his side, Jesus-

“Aww, Peter,” came a soft voice to his right, so pretty and nice and exactly what Peter had loved listening to for such a long time now, “you really think I would actually have said yes? For like…serious?”

Someone shoved his shoulder again, harder this time, and Peter gritted his teeth, getting to his feet. He’d had enough of this, he needed to find…something, a toilet maybe, or an empty classroom-

Hands grabbed on to his jacket and shoved him back on to the seat again, and Peter physically fought back the urge to grab their wrist and force them off. He’d hurt them. He’d hurt them he’d hurt them he’d hurt them, he was too strong, he’d hurt them-

“You’re honestly one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever seen, Jesus, Parker,” someone else, a boy this time, leaned down and ruffled a rough hand through his hair. Everyone laughed again.

He was done.

Getting to his feet, he ignored the people who tried to push him back down again. Strength be fucking damned, he wasn’t going to spend another second in their company. He pushed at the nearest person he could reach, and then watched as they were yanked out of place and sent hurtling across the room, falling on to their back and rolling all the way across the cafeteria.

There was dead, stagnant silence.

Peter stared, horror-stricken. Oh…fucking Christ, what if he’d hurt him-

“What the shit?” The boy called out angrily, getting back to his feet and staring across the room with a look that could’ve curdled milk.

Right. Not that injured, then.

“What the fuck is your problem, Parker?” The boy snarled, beginning to step forward, and there was a crowd gathering now, obviously preparing for some sort of fight, and where the hell were all the teachers, shouldn’t they sort this shit out-

“FIGHT!” Someone called, breaking the silence, and then suddenly they were all yelling; chants and sneers, egging the other boy on as he took another step, vicious grin on his face.

Peter had to stop this. Immediately.

Turning on his heel, he did the only thing he could think of.

He ran. 

He ran and ran until he reached the main entrance, and then he kept running until the school was just a distant building amongst the many in Queens.

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marino-kun  asked:

Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.

I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!


“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”

Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.

Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.

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ok so as i said regarding this excerpt from the winter soldier novel, i have realized that Official Movie Novelizer is my true calling and would like to apply for that position immediately. to prove i am prepared for this responsibility, i have used the passage in question as a jumping off point and written the rest of the scene. as u know, the official novelization goes like this:

Then Steve decided to open up as well. “I grew up with a guy. We grew up together.”

Sam knew by the tone in Steve’s voice it was someone who had served with him. “He make it back?” Sam asked.

Steve sighed and looked to the floor, pain in his eyes. “Killed in action.” There was a silence between them for a few seconds before Steve continued, “I’ve been through a lot of changes. I don’t know if anything hit me as hard as losing Bucky.”

“We fight for our guys, ya know?” Sam said.

now i have not actually read this book but i am reasonably sure that the next few paragraphs should go like this:

“I do know,” said Steve, looking deep into Sam’s eyes. “Nothing’s ever been more important to me than my guys.”

“Right?” Sam was getting a certain vibe from Steve but he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. Maybe this was just the way guys acted back in 1943. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. “Like if I had a guy right now, I would definitely treat him right.”

Steve looked in both directions like he was making sure they were alone and stepped closer to Sam. “This is amazing. No one I’ve met since I woke up understands me the way you do.”

Sam was sad to think of Steve alienated and suffering. “Oh, hey man…I’m here for you.”

Steve’s face lit up. “Really? Do you wanna leave your fulfilling and socially useful job to risk your life defying the American government at my side?”

Sam wanted to explain to this hot sweet hunk of dumbass that you can’t be so open and trusting with someone you basically met five minutes ago. On the other hand, Steve had assessed him correctly. Sam knew himself to be intrepid and loyal, a brilliant fighter with a built-in skepticism about the American government’s commitment to civil liberties. Plus, Steve looked so excited and happy Sam didn’t have the heart to say no. There was just one potential problem.

“Steve, what if your guy turns up alive with a bunch of assault rifles and starts shooting everybody?”

Steve bit his lip, clearly giving the matter some thought. Then he put his hand on Sam’s arm. “That wouldn’t be a problem for us, Sam. Of course I’d still love him…but I have so much love to give.”

Sam felt ambivalent about the possibility of having to share Steve with a brainwashed cyborg assassin, but after all it was only a hypothetical. “Okay,” he said at last.

“So you’ll do it?” Steve dropped to one knee, overcome with joy. “Really, Sam?”

“Yes, Steve,” Sam said, taking Steve’s hand. “I’ll marry you.”

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keith is in the training room late at night practicing his shooting bc he can’t be bested by lance right ??? but he actually sucks pretty badly

lance finds him in there and kinda just watches him for a little bit but then lance realizes that damn keith is actually really bad at this i should go help him

so lance walks over and is like “hey keith let me help you with that”

and he does the whole “let me show you how to do it” and wraps his hands around the gun and his arms around keith subsequently

keith is like wtf why is he so warm what the hell and he’s super flustered

lance notices and says something along the lines of “hey eyes on the target sharpshooter” and then he’s got this super focused expression right bc he’s actually here to show keith how to shoot and not there just flirt (totally not)

and keith notices and is like shit he’s hot when he does that !! but looks away and at the target bc staring is bad

so lance is going through the works like here’s how you should be holding it. is that comfortable. you should be aiming with this instead of this.

and the entire time keith can barely pay attention bc lance is really fucking warm right but he’s trying his best

and then after a while lance backs away bc he’s tired and he originally just got up for some water and keith is doing better now

but keith kind of misses the warmth but he says thanks anyways

and then slips up and says “hey maybe next time you can teach me how to use your sniper rifle” and is like shit wtf @ self !! next time??? i barely survived tonight

and of course lance isn’t going to pass up the opportunity to spend some quality bonding time with keith so yeah sure keith will do, same time tomorrow?

wicked games [3]

Summary: Every young, successful CEO has their vices. Just how far do Tom’s go?

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Language; mentions of NSFW content

Word Count: 3,491 [I have no self control]

A/N: From this point forward, I will only tag people 18+ in the future NSFW chapters. If you want to be tagged, I will need you to confirm your age for me. Besides that, I hope you all enjoy this part! xx | series masterlist

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2.“Can I buy you a drink?”


The bar is crowded and Stiles asks himself, not for the first time, why is he still there. The drinks are fine and the music too, but he’s not in the mood for this kind of place. He’s been looking for a relationship not to just get laid, except that to Lydia that doesn’t mean anything.

Oh well, he drinks the rest of his beer and sighs. This is better than watching CSI reruns, at least.

“You look so lonely.” This guys says, leaning against the bar next to him. Stiles looks up and rolls his eyes. Nice kicks, kid.

“And you look underage.” Stiles says. “Go home before I call the cops.”

The guy all but runs to the exit and Stiles muffles a laugh, asks for another beer. Sneaking into bars are so much fun when you’re eighteen and everything is new.

He takes his phone out of his pocket to check the hour and realizes Lydia has texted him three times. ’Don’t be mad’, the first text says, followed by ’but I talked to a friend about you and he’s there’. Stiles rolls his eyes, he just can’t win with her. ‘BE NICE!!’ the last text says.

“Be nice.” Stiles mutters to himself and starts thinking about ordering something stronger than a beer. The last time Lydia tried to set him up, he spent three hours with a lawyer that couldn’t stop bragging about himself and when Stiles dumped him at the end of the night, the guy answered with 'Oh thank God, I didn’t wanna come but Lydia blackmailed me’.

They didn’t talk for a month after that.

So, yeah. Thanks but no thanks, Lydia. He’d much rather stay at the bar alone and pretending not to stare at the hot guy sitting on a table with two equally hot friends. Black hair, blue eyes, leather jacket. Hell, Stiles might be looking for a relationship, but he wouldn’t say no to a one-night stand with a guy like that. He’s only human.

Sighing, he looks at the waitress. “Whiskey, please.” She smirks understandingly and sets the glass in front of him. Plan B, then. Let’s get drunk. He takes the glass and turns to sneak another glance at the hot guy, shakes his head when he realizes the guy is not there anymore.

Plan C. Let’s get really drunk.

“You don’t like this place, huh?” Someone says. Stiles turns around, prepared to send the guy back to his place, and finds himself staring right into hot guy’s eyes. Hot guy’s green eyes, not blue.

Even better. He swallows the whiskey and shrugs. “Am I that obvious?”

Hot guy smiles. “You haven’t got up since you got here.”

Stiles blinks, feels his heart pounding. “You’ve been watching me?”

Hot guy’s smile falters and he ducks his head, the tip of his ears going pink. Oh my God, Stiles thinks. How is he even real? “Well, yeah.” He answers and swallows visibly. “You looked interesting.”

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I Told You So

“Are you almost ready? I’ve been waiting for a good half hour!” Jimin yelled out. He was downstairs waiting for his roomate, they were supposed to be at the gym by 8:00 PM and its already 8:30. They had this pact that they go to the gym with each other, and they watch out for each other making sure that they keep themselves healthy. They usually go to the gym at the same time everyday which is 8:00, but the younger was taking longer than usual.

“JEONGGUK CAN YOU HURRY UP!” Jimin honestly didn’t know what was taking the younger so long, and now it’s starting to frustrate him. He waited a bit, resting on the couch scrolling through Instagram. After another minute, he yelled out again.

“I’m leaving! Bye Jungkook!”

“J-jimin, wait! I’m coming hold on! I’ll be out in a few, j-just wait a bit!“ Jimin rolled his eyes and took a deep breath wondering, What the hell is this kid doing? The elder’s curiosity got the best of him and he started to walk towards Jungkook’s room. He walked down the hall with his gym bag in hand, he was curious as to why the younger was taking so long to just get ready for the gym.  He was beginning to think the younger was taking a dump or something. He stopped in front of the Jungkook’s door and put his gym bag on the floor. Wait. What if he’s getting dressed? He decided to just open the door a little bit.

Jimin grabbed the doorknob lightly and twisted it, adding pressure to the door and opening it slightly. He takes a peak from the side of the door and sees Jungkook lying down in bed with his eyes squeezed shut. Jimin scrunches his nose and eyebrows and asks to himself, What is he doing? He puts his ear closer to the open side of the door and tries to listen to what Jungkook was saying. He thought the younger was getting ready for the gym, so why is he laying down in bed? Is he not feeling well?

"Mmm J-jimin-ah” The younger moaned. Okay, now Jimin is completely lost and has no clue whats going on. W-what? Did he just moan m-my name? He removes his ear from the door and replaces it with one of his eyes. He looks at Jungkook and it’s more clear what the younger is doing. Jimin can see his eyes shut and his head is against the bed’s headboard. He’s panting and he’s restlessly throwing his hips against his hand.

“F-fuck, faster!” Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut as he speedens his hands pace against his painfully hard dick. He pumps, adding more pressure and quickens the pace. He can’t take it anymore. He needs to cum right now. He throws his head back again and throws his hips against his hand one last time, before letting out a lewd moan. He’s panting and he feels sticky from the cum that fell on his stomach. He bites his lip and looks at the mess he made, cursing himself for being so goddamn horny. Always at the worst times too. He forgot Jimin was waiting for him and lost track of time. It isn’t his fault, he was getting ready for the gym, and he was honestly ready a half hour ago. Its just that he was putting on his clothing and Jimin walked in with his fucking skin tight leggings, thighs and butt showing in all its glory. He just wanted to grab that ass..




W-what did I just watch? Fuck. It was really hot though… Oh god he was moaning my name. Was I the one he was imagining doing those sinful things too him? I wish it it was actually me-


I was so deep in thought and I completely forgot he was still in his room, shirtless, and I was right outside his door. I threw my body to the side of the door hoping he wouldn’t see me. I need to get out of here. I get up quietly and start tip toeing down the hallway.

“Hyung?” I hear Jungkooks voice behind me and I completely freeze in a tip toe position.

“Hyung what are you doing?”



“Lets just get going to the gym okay?” I smiled weakly. I couldn’t look at the younger, not after what just happened. He looked so hot and I just realized that my tight pants are a little tighter than they were before.

“Hyung, why is your bag here?” Jungkook says looking at the gym bag laying next to the entrance of his door. Oh crap.


“U-um I d-dont know” Jungkook was starting to grow suspicious of his very suspicious looking hyung. D-did he see… Was he watching me? The younger’s cheeks suddenly got red at the thought of Jimin watching him masturbate. No, it couldn’t be…


“Hyung, why are you acting so weird? What happened?” I turned around to face Jungkook with heated cheeks. Jungkook suddenly approached me, walking at a fast pace. He reached for the collar of my shirt before I could run away and pushed me against the wall. He let go of the collar and put his hands on both sides of my head. There was a sudden gleam in the his eyes, and he looked dangerous. He smirked and tilted his head, getting dangerously close to my face.

My breath hitched

“What happened hyung? Why are you blushing?” He said in a deep husky voice. He smirked as I tried not to shiver under his intense gaze and low voice. He got closer to my face and lowered his gaze to my lips. Suddenly I was breathing heavily and I couldn’t dare look at Jungkook, knowing that I would melt under his heated gaze. Jungkook suddenly pulled away and walked back towards his room. He grabbed my bag and came towards me handing me my bag.

“Lets go, sorry for the long wait” Jungkook grabbed his car keys and walked out the door, leaving me against the wall, HIGHLY disturbed, and confused as fuck.


Jimin wished he could’ve been brave enough to connect his lips to Jungkook’s while he had the chance. They looked so perfect. He wished he could’ve looked into the younger’s eyes. He wanted to see the lust in them, the lust that he knew was there. He wished that instead of freezing up under the younger, he could’ve let loose, connect their lips and let his hands roam Jungkook’s body.

He bit his lip at the thoughts and took a deep breath. He’s gonna have to wear his extra large hoodie today, he can’t have anyone noticing his problem. He quickly ran to his room and put on one of his oversized hoodies, closed his door and locked it as he walked out. He walked out of the apartment complex and went to the parking lot where the younger was waiting for him inside the car. He opened the door to the passenger seat and sat down, putting on his seatbelt. There was an awkward silence, which was quite unusual because they felt the most comfortable around each other. Jungkook put the car on drive, and pulled out of his parking spot. They started driving on the road and Jimin started to shift his body uncomfortably. He felt awkward so he decided to put on the radio, hoping the music would take away from the awkwardness. He tuned in to their favorite music station and started listening to the song “Talking Body” by Tov Lo came on.

Bed stay in bed, the feeling of your skin locked in my head

The car stopped at a red light and Jimin started to shift uncomfortably again, knowing what this song is about. He looks at the front view mirror where his eyes meet with Jungkook’s. Jungkook bit his lip and looked away quickly, eyes focusing on the cars outside the window.

I don’t care I’m down for what you want

Jimin tried to not look at Jungkook, and decided to whip out his phone which is what he usually does when he’s feeling awkward. It works as a distraction for him. He opened his twitter app and started scrolling through it. The light turned green and Jungkook started driving again. He started to sing along to the song that is playing, and he knows for a fact that Jimin has a thing for his voice. Jimin decided to put his phone away, not wanting to waste the battery for the gym. The elder gulped as his Kookie began to sing with his beautiful voice.

“Summer lovin and fights… how it is for us…. and its all because… Now if we’re talking body~ You got a perfect one so put it on me~ Swear it wont take you long, if you love me right… we fucked for life, on and on and on…”

Jungkook knows Jimin loves his voice, and he’s using it against him. Not just that, but even though the radio blurred out the part where it says “We fucked for life” he still sang it. Jimin started imagining the younger’s perfect body hovering over him, shirtless and abs glistening with slight sweat. He wants so badly to kiss him, to touch him, but he can’t. He doesn’t know how the younger would react, and he doesn’t want to ruin anything. He feels his dick starting to harden up again. He cursed himself for being such a horny fuck. He bites his lip and looks out the window, trying to think of un-sexual things. He thinks of his ugly cousin, nasty food, and bugs. Nothing is working. All he’s imagining is Jungkook’s lips on his, biting and sucking away. He imagines the younger’s lips move down his jawline, giving kisses as he makes his way to Jimins neck. He bites and sucks, giving the elder a hickey. Jimin has his eyes shut, imagining the dirty things he wants Jungkook to so badly do to him. He bites his lip trying to suppress a moan that is waiting to come out. The song really isn’t helping anything. Its just giving him more scenarios to think about. Even though Jungkook is singing, he turns off the radio and quickly looks out the window, resting his chin on his hand.

“Jimin?” Jungkook takes this opportunity to put his hand on the elders glorious thigh. He squeezed softly, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Jiminie are you okay?” Jimin tried his best to ignore Jungkook’s hand on his thigh, which was dangerously close to his hard dick. He bit his lip again and focused his eyes out the window.

“Y-yea I’m fine.” No, he was not fine at all. Why did he have to be so curious in the first place? This would’ve never happened if he had just waited for Jungkook instead of secretly looking into his room. 

“Are you sure your okay?” Jungkook squeezed the elders thigh with a little bit more pressure. Jimin felt the hand that was on his thigh let go, and instead he reached for Jimin’s hand. He held on to Jimin’s hand, intertwining their fingers. Jimin suddenly blushed at the younger’s actions, making his heart race at the cuteness. The awkward silence quickly became the usual comfortable silence that they are used to.

For the rest of the car ride they held hands, and they finally made it to the gym, after what seemed like hours.

Jungkook parked the car, and reluctantly let go of Jimin’s hand. He loved the way his hand felt against his own, so soft and small. He loved how Jimin always looked so delicate, well at least most of the time. Sometimes he would be so seducing and sexual, the change in personality would always shock the younger and make him giggle on the outside, but in the inside he wanted to wreck Jimin.

They both opened the car door, took their belongings, and started heading to the entrance of the gym. They walked into the gym and started heading to the locker rooms, where they put their belongings. Jimin looked in his bag, when he realized that he left his lock for the locker. He didn’t like to leave his locker un- locked, anyone could steal his stuff at any time.

“Kookie, can we share a locker? I left my lock at home”

“Sure, just put your stuff on top of mine, I think there is enough room”

“Thanks” Jimin reached for his bag and put it into the youngers locker, leaving everything except his phone and headphones.

They exit the locker room and start heading towards the gym area.

“What do you want to do today Jiminie?”

“Want to play wall tennis? I don’t feel like working out today…”

“Sure, lets go pick up the rackets at the front desk” Jungkook wrapped his arm around the elder, making his heart beat quickly at the interaction.

“Are you sure your okay? You don’t seem well” Jungkook whispered into Jimin’s ear.

“Y-yes I’m fine” Jimin loved the way Kookie looked so concerned. He felt bad lying, but he really was not okay. The boner started to go down, and he was glad because he didn’t know how he was gonna work out with it. He’s glad the younger agreed to tennis, it made him feel at ease.

They picked up the tennis rackets and tennis ball, and started heading to the sports room. It was just a room with a nice big wall for people to play wall tennis. They put down their stuff and started to play.


Some time later

Jungkook looked at Jimin and saw that he was sweating, he working very hard to not lose. He does this every time they play a game. Jimin doesn’t like to lose because he knows that Jungkook would tease him about it later on. Jungkook hit the neon green ball, and it bounced against the wall going past Jimin. It was too far for Jimin to reach with his short arms, and instead of running towards the ball he just gave up, sighing in defeat.

“Ha! You lost Hyung!” The younger says sticking out his tongue.

“You know what! This isn’t my fault. I was just distracted because of what you did earlier!”

“And what did I do earlier?” Jungkook says with a low tone and a smirk across his lips. Jimin gulped as he saw the younger start to approach him, the whole mood switching completely.


“What? Did you see anything Hyung?“ Jungkook says, pinning Jimin against the wall.

“I-I was talking about what you did earlier, y-you did the exact same thing as you are doing now! You pinned me against the wall and-and”

“So you want a re-match?”

“Yes, and I will win this time” The whole time they talked, Jungkook was hovering over him they didn’t break eye contact. Jimin was nervous, but he wanted to see the younger’s piercing gaze. He would’ve regretted it if he hadn’t looked into his eyes, cause damn did Jungkook look hot hovering over him.

Jungkook walked towards his tennis racket and gave Jimin his, and once again they started to play. Jimin kept his mind on winning, he needed to prove his point and he completely blocked everything else from his brain. Especially Jungkook. The score is 4-2, and Jimin was taking the lead. They are playing to whoever gets to 7 first.

“Wait Jiminie, hold on” Jungkook says as he puts the tennis racket on the floor.

“What happened? Water break?”

“No” Jungkook started to slowly take off his shirt, revealing his toned abs. He was wearing joggers that hung just below his v line, exposing his Calvin Klein underwear. He was sweating, making his hair look messy and his body glisten. So basically Jimin was eye ogling the guy, with his cheeks blushing like crazy. Jungkook looked so perfect, his tall, lean figure. Jimin bit his lip and quickly looked away when Jungkook noticed that he was eye fucking him. The younger smirked and picked up the tennis racket.

“W-what are you doing?”

“It just got hot, I didn’t feel like wearing a shirt anymore”

“B-but its not that hot”

“Why are you getting so flustered? Am I turning you on?” Jungkook said in a seductive voice with that evil smirk across his lips.

“N-no! You know what, lets just continue the game” Jimin wasn’t that stupid. He knew what the younger was doing, and he was NOT gonna let it work. Jimin picked up the ball and hit it with the racket, passing it to Jungkook. The elder couldn’t help but keep looking at the younger, he bit his lip as he felt his pants get tighter. Shit, Shit, Shit! Not now! Go away! He was sure as hell glad that he had his hoodie on, this boner just wouldn’t go away no matter what he did, and it is painful. He tried to block out Jungkook, but every time he looked towards him, he saw his muscles flex as he hits the ball, and the way his hair is wild, and his sweaty body-

“Jimin, why are you so red? Are you feeling hot too? Maybe you should take of your sweater” the younger says, eyes focusing on the ball.

“N-no I’m okay” Jungkook grabs the ball instead of hitting it with the racket, pausing the game. He walked towards the elder, the scene being way too familiar to Jimin today. The younger rested his hand on the elders forehead, trying to estimate his temperature.

“Maybe you should take off your sweater…” the younger reaches for the hem of Jimin’s shirt and tries to pull it up. Jimin quickly swatted away Jungkook’s hand, and he pulled down his sweater and backed away, shocked from the younger’s direct actions.

“No! I said I’m fine!” Jungkook took a step closer to the older, wrapping his arms around his waist, connecting there foreheads and lower bodies.

“Why are you so defensive right now? Its not like your hiding anything” Jimin felt the younger’s breathe dangerously close to his own, he wanted to connect their lips so badly. Jungkook was looking at Jimin’s lips when he leaned in slowly. Jimin suddenly froze, but he quickly came up with an idea and dodged the kiss by giving Jungkook’s shirtless body a hug. The elder snuck his face into the younger’s neck.

“Lets finish the game, I’m going to win anyways” Jimin says playfully trying to change the mood. He pulled away from the hug and saw disappointment in the youngers eyes. He silently walked back to his spot and picked up the racket. They started playing again, Jimin couldn’t think properly because of what just happened. H-he wants to kiss me?

The elder hit the ball a little while later and it landed on the other side of the court and landed on the floor, indicating that he won.

“HA! I TOLD YOU SO!” Jimin was going to take a victory jump when he suddenly tripped on his own foot, falling on the floor and landing on his ass. They both started laughing and Jungkook smiled at the elders cuteness. He approached Jimin and sat on floor, making sure he was okay.

“Are you okay hyung?”

“Yea I’m fine” Jimin was laughing, but it was hard to hide the embarrassment. Jungkook looked at the way Jimin smiled, his smile so bright and big, letting his eyes disappear. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to kiss those pretty plump lips. He suddenly pinned the elder to the floor, Jimin’s giggle quickly stopped by shock.

“J-jungkook?” There was no response. Jimin could see hunger in the younger’s eyes as he stared at Jimin. They stared at each other, for what felt like forever. Jungkook leaned in slowly, eyes targeting Jimin’s lips. The younger licked his lips as he got closer and closer. He stopped where their breathes met. His lips are a few centimeters away from his Hyung’s. Jimin turned his head to the side, he felt shy and embarrassed. The younger grabbed his chin, and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss was slow, Jimin loved the way Jungkooks lips felt on his own. And Jungkook loved how plump the elders lips where, they felt so soft against his own. The younger has been waiting for this moment to happen, and he wanted more. He softly bit on the elders bottom lip, getting a slight moan from Jimin. Jungkook pulled away from the kiss, looking at Jimin and how incredibly seductive he looked right now, lips a little puffy, he was sweating and panting a little bit. The younger looked equally as hot, he looked like a hot mess and it was turning Jimin even more on. But he didn’t want the younger to know that he had a boner, all because of him and his freaking shirtless body, literally sex on legs. His cheeks became even more red, and he suddenly felt embarrassed again under the younger’s lustful gaze. He got up, and ran towards the locker room. He ran past the treadmills and other machines, and made his way to the locker rooms as fast as he could. He didn’t care if people were looking at him weirdly, he needed to get away from the younger before anything went any further.

“S-shit” Jimin said once he reached the locker room. Thankfully, there was no one inside. He slid down against the wall, sitting on the floor. His heart was racing, and he felt a smile creep up on his lips. He wanted to keep kissing the younger, his soft lips were so addicting. But, they were still at the gym and theres people everywhere. He was ecstatic to know that the younger wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t want to be kicked out of the gym or die of embarrassment if someone were to walk in on them. He just realized how painfully hard his dick is, so  he decided to reach down and palm it, biting his lip in pleasure, throwing his back against the wall. The friction felt amazing, he was so sensitive after all the that happened today, he’s been longing some friction. He decided to go to the showers when he heard footsteps coming from the entrance, heading towards him.  He suspects the footsteps belong to the younger, therefore he ran to the showers and hid in one of the showers.

Once inside the shower, he stripped his clothing. He took off his underwear letting his boner be free at last, he hissed at the cool breeze from the room meeting his dick. He the water, and let it cleanse off his body. He let the water be nice and hot, letting all of his tense muscles relax. He threw his head back at the good feeling of the warm water on his skin.

“H-hyung? Are you in here?” Jungkook said in a shy voice. He knew that Jimin wasn’t mad at him, but he was afraid that Jimin didn’t like the kiss. Maybe he doesn’t like him back? Maybe Jimin isn’t interested at all.

“Yea… I-im taking a shower” Jimin said in a hesitant voice. He heard the younger sigh, and the shower next to him turn on. Jimin let his thoughts wander for a little bit. He imagined Jungkook in the shower, the water from the shower head dripping down Jungkooks skin. He imagined the younger throwing his head back, revealing his defined jawline and neck, letting out a soft satisfied moan from the relaxation of the warm water against his skin. He suddenly got a memory of earlier in the day when the younger was masturbating, throwing his head back against the headboard bucking his hips forward, moaning Jimin’s name.

“F-fuck” Jimin let out in a whisper. His cock was throbbing, and he couldn’t ignore it anymore. But he didn’t want to start masturbating in the gym showers! He tends to be very… loud. He couldn’t risk someone hearing him. Jimin bit his lip and slid his hand down to his hard on, palming it and moaning silently.  He heard the shower Jungkook was in, turn off.

Jungkook walked outside with the towel wrapped around his waist, getting his clothes from his gym bag. ShitI forgot all about my towel, and my clothes!



“Can you do me a favor and hand me my towel and clothes?”

“Sure thing”

He heard Jungkook walk to the locker and open it, getting his hyung’s clothes and towel out for him. He locked it again and walked towards Jimin’s shower. Once Jimin heard the footsteps get near, he stuck his hand out the curtain so Jungkook can give him the towel, cause thats what he expected him to do. What he didn’t expect, was for a hand to grab his wrist, and pin him against the wall. Everything happened so quickly. He felt the younger’s body against his own, his hands firmly holding both his wrists above his head. Jungkook attacked the elders lips, loving the taste of them, the sweetness. It wasn’t that late when Jimin started to kiss back, melting under Jungkook’s rough touch. He felt the younger grind against his hard dick, making Jimin throw his head back, gasping at the friction he had been longing for.  This gave the younger an opportunity to suck on the elders neck. He bit and kissed, leaving a hickey, claiming the elder as his own. Jimin couldn’t help but bite his lip and throw his head to the side, giving Jungkook more access. The elder wanted more friction, he wanted to feel Jungkook’s hard dick rubbing against his own. He thrusts his hips forward, making them both moan at the action. He wanted badly to grab the younger’s hair, but he was limited with his hands. Jungkook was still holding on to his wrists with a tight grip. He started to struggle, and he try to wriggle his wrists out of the younger’s tight grasp, but then he held on to Jimin even tighter.

“K-kookie, let me go”  The younger then bit down onto the elders shoulder, making him jolt in slight pain and a lot pleasure. Jimin moaned, he has to admit, he always did like it a bit rough.

“I better not regret it” Jungkook says with a seductive tone.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you wont” the elder said with a smirk across his lips. As soon as Jungkook let his grip loosen around the elders wrist, Jimin’s hands immediately go to the younger’s hard dick, palming it against the towel. Jungkook bit his lip and threw his hips against the elders hand, getting a satisfied grin from Jimin.

“F-fuck” the younger moans. He throws his hips against Jimin’s again, the movement satisfying him a little bit. Jimin grabbed the sides of the younger’s waist and pushed him against the wall.

“H-hyung~” Jimin’s eyes opened at the words. He likes the sound of Jungkook moaning hyung, it made him feel weak. The younger smirked, knowing that calling Jimin his Hyung would be a weakness. While Jimin was still in shock, Jungkook took this opportunity to flip them over so now he was hovering over Jimin.

“Hyung, make me feel good~” the younger said biting his lip and rolling his hips against the elders.

“F-fuck!” The elder was finding it hard to breathe, he felt as if his heart was in his throat. He was heavily breathing, the motion of Jungkook’s skilled hips being too much. He tried to get himself together but the way Jungkook was rolling his hips against his hard dick was too pleasurable.

“D-daddy!” Jungkook’s eyes opened wide


“Daddy fuck me, mmm I’m so hard for you, daddy it hurts”

“Yea, I’m daddy, and daddy is going to top”


“Didn’t think this through, huh?“

“I thought I did, but you are Jungkook so-”

“Im Daddy not jungkook” he says with a smirk.

"Oh god what have I started” Jimin bit his lip and the younger attacked his neck again, biting and on the exposed skin. The younger let his hands trail down the elders body, feeling all of his curves. He loved how smooth his hyungs skin was, he loved how he was able to make the other moan in pleasure.  All he ever wanted to do was pleasure Jimin and hear him moan his name. He was discovering a new part of Jimin and it was exciting him. He found his hands at the elders lower back, and he was hesitant to go any further when he saw that Jimin shivered a bit knowing what was coming next.

“Are you sure about this?” The younger asked concerned. Jimin wanted it, he wanted Jungkook all over him, he wanted to be engulfed in his scent.

“Fuck me” Jimin said in a low growl. Jungkook was quick to respond and he crept a finger into the elders entrance. He entered one finger and Jimin reached for the younger’s hair, tugging it and groaning in pain. Jimin tried to hide his pained moans by biting his lip.

“You okay baby? Are you sure about this”

“Yea Im fine” Jungkook decided to kiss the elder and try to distract him from the pain. Their tongues intertwined and Jungkook scissored the elder stretching him out. The elder hissed in pain, but it soon turned into pleasure. He moaned as Jungkook entered another finger, pumping it in and out of him.

“M-more!” Jimin moaned, fingers weren’t enough, he needed more.

“Fuck me!” He yelled out. The younger was quick to respond once more, he groaned and lifted Jimin off of the floor and put him against the wall. Jimin wrapped his legs around Jungkook’s waist and threw his head back, letting the younger have more access to his neck. The younger sucked and made hickeys all over him, claiming Jimin as his. He moved back up and kissed Jimin passionately. He licked his hyungs lips, asking for permission to enter. Jimin opened his mouth willingly and bit the younger’s bottom lip, making the younger moan. Jungkook lined himself up with Jimin’s entrance, and he slowly entered him.

“Does it hurt?”Jungkook asked.

“Of course it hurts! Your humongous dick is stretching me out!” Jungkook giggled and went deeper. He stays there until Jimin gives him the signal that he can go. He pulls out and thrusts in, both moaning in unison. Jimin wraps his arms over the younger’s broad shoulders to hold himself up. He sucks on Jungkook’s neck while the younger thursts into him again. He rolls his hips and Jimin swears he can see heaven. He moans as he feels Jungkook’s dick rub against his prostate. He scratches the younger’s back accidentally from the pleasure.

“Im sorry!” Jimin says, however, the younger just moans from the accidental action. Jimin cocked one of his eyebrows up.

“Is this a kink I’ve discovered? Do you like it rough?” Jimin says the last part with a smirk. The younger moans at his words.

“I do… but I don’t want to hurt you”

“Do whatever you want to me Daddy” Jimin says seductively. Jungkook bit his lip and rolled his hips harder and deeper into Jimin. He went to kiss his hyung again, except this time he bit Jimins bottom lip and pulled on it. The elder moaned from the sensation, he opened his mouth and kissed Jungkook. The younger’s become more violent and messy, each time hitting Jimin’s prostate.

“F-fuck! I’m going to cum!” Jungkook hummed,  he also felt the familiar feeling in his stomach. Jungkook thrusts harder, and bites Jimin’s shoulder, making the elder let out a lewd moan and come. Jimin pulled on the younger’s raven hair, and grinded his hips harshly against Jungkook’s, making Jungkook come also.

Jungkook rested Jimin down on the shower floor onto of his towel that had fallen off earlier.

“My ass hurts” Jimin stated out loud.

“Thats such a casual thing to say”

“It really is” Jungkook smiled and reached for Jimins chin. He looked into his eyes and leaned forward, he kissed Jimin sweetly, full of care and love. He loved the way Jimin looked right now, the after glow was amazing.

“Hyung, I’ve liked you for a long time. Im happy” Jungkook couldn’t stop smiling, he felt as if he was currently the happiest person on earth. Jimin smiled at his cuteness and kissed him again.

“Ive liked you too, I just didn’t know how you would react if i told you. I care about you too much, I wouldn’t want to lose you” The younger stood up, and reached his hand out to help Jimin stand up.

“Lets go home” Jungkook says, intertwining his and Jimin’s fingers.



Ahhh another one finished, I hope you enjoyed it! I will be posting more in the future, and I promise for there to be more ships. Cant wait >.< And also, THEY GOT THE AWARD!!!! Im so proud of BTS and ARMY, it warms my heart to see how far they have come.

~ Admin Blue