he rubs his bed

Weird Old Man Taako Outwits Death (his husband, sister, and brother in law) and Lives Forever (and by lives forever I mean “annoys his family”)

Taako is supposed to die on the 18th of October, 652 A.H. Taako knows this. Taako stole Kravitz’s calendar-slash-agenda and on 10/18/52, it is marked in red: “Take Taako home.” There’s an asterisk mark with the addendum, “buy flowers maybe?”

Taako had grinned to see that. Even centuries after their wedding, his husband’s a sap. Guess people don’t change much. Taako knows he hasn’t.

He’s older, sure. His face has more lines, his knees hurt when he runs, there’s no way he’s doing his flip wizard routine anytime soon. He’s hung up his headmaster’s hat, checking into the school is mostly a formality these days and the Taako™ brand chugs along without his help, really.

But. Ch'boy’s still got it.

On October 17th, 652 A.H., Taako goes to sleep next to his husband. On the morning of the 18th, Kravitz is confused to wake up alone. He rubs his eyes and gropes around the bed half-asleep, expecting another body to be there.

“Taako?” he says. “You in the bathroom?”

Silence. Kravitz looks around. The bedroom is the same as last night. He notices a note on his nightstand. He picks it up. It’s Taako™ brand stationary.

He unfolds it.

“CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, BABE! LOVE, TAAKO ‘GONNA LIVE FOREVER’ TAACO”

It’s punctuated with a hot-pink lipstick kiss. Kravitz stares at it blankly, and then laughs. Okay. So that’s how it’s going to be. Kravitz summons his stone of farspeech. He dials a code that he knows by memory.

It rings once, twice, then the click of the line connecting.

“What?” Lup asks, mumbling. “It’s too early for work, Krav, callmebacklater.” She yawns.

“So you don’t want to help me hunt down your brother?” Kravitz says.

“He ran?” Kravitz can hear Lup’s grin.

“Mmhmm. He, uh, left a note.”

Lup laughs. Her voice gets farther away, as if she’s talking away from the phone.

“Barry? Babe, get up, sorry to wake you but we gotta go reap Taako’s ass.”

“What?” Barry’s voice, echoing. “Whuh? Okay—”  

“Give us fifteen, and we’ll be right over,” Lup says into the stone of farspeech, and then the connection clicks out.

Kravitz puts the stone away and sighs. He was going to do it easy, romantic. He had his house — their house — all ready, too. He even bought flowers. But, well, and Kravitz smiles, Taako wouldn’t be Taako if he did things the easy way.

Kravitz claps his hands, and his pajama-clad flesh form burns away into a be-suited skeleton. You know, for old times sake. He summons his scythe.

Alright. Time to track down his beloved husband.

…… fuckit, updates on ao3

Strip Tutoring // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : please do a jeff atkins imagine but please dont let him die there iM BEGGIN U

This imagine doesn’t mention his death or the party or anything! Just a regular ‘dating Jeff Atkins’ imagine. Lol

Requests are closed. xx

Warnings : not really smut but… stripping ?…. cheeky!Jeff

Pairings : Jeff x Fem.Reader

Originally posted by jeffreysatkins

Originally posted by ardevaas88


Walking into the library, my eyes scanned over everyone’s faces until I saw my boyfriend sitting with Clay. He looked irritated and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a seat at the table, Jeff’s eyes lit up.

“Hey babe.” He smiled. 

I grinned, “How’s he doing, Clay?”

“Depends. Did Abraham Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Clay responded smartly. 

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anonymous asked:

Imagine you're riding Harry and when he's cums, his stomach is clenching so hard and his butterfly tattoo is just wiggling on his tummy

So let’s say Harry just got out of the shower.

He comes out with a towel wrapped around his hips, using another one to dry his hair and back. He’s rubbing it over his broad shoulders as he pads barefoot over to his cabinets, digging for a pair of briefs as he rubs his skin dry. You’re watching from the bed, where you had been watching a rerun episode of Baby Daddy, but Harry’s much more interesting at the moment.

His back muscles flex as he reaches behind him as far as possible, trying to rid his skin of all the wetness, shoulders and arms going taut as he works the linen over his body, tattoos wiggling and stretching along with his movements.

Harry walks over to the edge of the bed, plopping down next to you and you catch a glimpse downwards, the towel around his waist shifting lower on his hips to expose the beginning of his pubes. And he knows exactly what he’s doing, the smug smirk on his ruby lips showing it off perfectly.

He leans forward on his palms, giving you a slow once-over as his hair is damp and matted to his neck, his skin smelling of Tom Ford aftershave and Dove bar soap. “D'you think you can help me dry my hair, pet?”

And you nod immediately, taking the already damp towel from his hands and trying your best not to shiver at his warm touch. He settles himself out on the bed between your legs, laying back against your stomach as you shake out his hair with the linen, going through his phone nonchalantly. When you finish, he flips around onto his stomach, crawling upwards until his face is right below yours, chin propped on your upper chest.

Harry quirks the corners of his mouth. “Thanks.”

You just nod, gulping quietly.

And then his hands are coasting up under your legs, squeezing the back of your thighs temptingly and he just comes out and says it right away, blatant and slightly arrogant, matching the dark, mossy green gaze he’s gifting you. “Wanna fuck?”

He doesn’t have to ask twice. It all happens fast. He flips himself onto his back, scooting up against the headboard and pulling you over to straddle him. He undoes the knot on the towel around his hips, chucking it towards the end of the bed carelessly as he tugs the tie of your sweatpants loose.

Soon enough he’s panting into your mouth, biting down on your lower lip as your thighs slap down against his. Your hands are tangled in his damp curls and you move to kiss down his jaw and bite at the slope of his neck, his Adam’s Apple bobbing thickly, brows furrowing in pleasure.

Harry throws his head back against he wooden surface of the backboard, gasping out softly as he feels you squeezing him, his teeth worrying his plump lips as a smile carves his dimples into existence. He chuckles in amusement, the sound stuttering do to how hard you’re going at him. “Such a tight little cunt, Y/N. Fuckin’ ruining me, darling.”

You don’t say much, too busy with concentrating on getting him off along with getting yourself off as well, so you just hum in agreement, breathing warm and gooey against his pulse.

His huge hands are cupping and massaging your ass as you sink over him, a hard smack hitting you every now and then. “Perky as a peach, aren’t you?”

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into your chest so that his mouth is pressed against your throat, tongue and teeth rawing the skin as you swivel your hips in tight circles, feeling him pressing deep in your stomach.

Harry’s having a ball, grinning against your skin and letting out tiny whines and gentle whimpers with every swing of your hips, encouraging you to keep going. His arms snake securely around your waist, keeping you down on him as his hips begin to buck up into you. His words are sticky and hot on the sensitive flesh of your jugular. “Such a sweet girl f'me, yeah? Taking m'cock so deep and loving it. Proper Daddy’s girl, y'are…”

And when he comes, it’s messy. The warm shower had managed to rid him of most of his stress, allowing his body to uncoil from tension, which in turn allows his release to flow easier. He spurts out thick and hot inside you, groaning wetly into the little dip between your neck and shoulder, his shoulders shuddering and thighs clenching.

You pull back a bit, looking down at him as his climax thunders over his entire body. Harry’s chest is heaving heavily and his tummy is tightening exceptionally hard, the butterfly tattoo spreading its wings and contracting as he gulps for air, the whole image quivering to life as he himself quakes in pleasure. “God, you’re so fucking good to me.”

Once everything has washed out of his system, he goes limp against the headboard.

Harry’s knuckles drift over your outer thighs softly as he lays there with his head tilted to the side, a wispy, satisfied smile tickling the edges of his mouth, wet hair sticking to the sides of his neck and across his sweaty jaw.

His tired eyes shimmer with fondness over you, loving how you’d taken him so suddenly without question. “You’re a right gift, y'know that? Dunno what I’d do without you.”

“Your hand would probably be more sore.”

Harry releases a fit of giggles, shaking his head at you gently, grabbing your hips and pressing you into the mattress. “And you wouldn’t have anyone to eat you out into oblivion.”

“‘Oblivion’ is a big word. ’M proud of you, Har.”

He flashes you a lopsided grin, ducking down to press suckling kisses at the mouth of your stomach, gazing up at you through his thick lashes as he gives his eyebrows a suggestive quirk. “Well, ’m a big boy, sweetheart.”

Breaking the Rules - part 7

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,176

Warnings: the usual

A/N: I made this extra cheesy so it hurts more. You’re welcome ♥

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by bisebchris

You plopped down in your seat, avoiding Steve and Peggy’s inquisitive gaze. Your heart was beating so fast and hard, it felt a woodpecker was trapped inside your rib cage.

When Bucky joined the table, he was visibly nervous, but had managed to collect himself a little. Upon seeing the dark hickey on his neck, Peggy jabbed her elbow into Steve’s side. He woofed out a breath and rubbed his ribs before he turned his head to look at her.

She nodded toward Bucky’s neck and Steve’s eyes widened. He reluctantly placed a ten-dollar bill in her awaiting hand.

Meanwhile, you and Bucky acted like nothing had happened. You noticed that he was trying to sneak peeks at you, but you stared straight ahead, ignoring him.

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the blood is love ❦ roman godfrey

prompt: roman godfrey x fem!reader smut? with a little blood kink added in there? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

requested by: @richies-spaghetti

warning(s): this imagine contains sexual themes, explicit language, and mentions of blood.

word count: 780

The room smelled overwhelmingly of blood and stale cigarette smoke. You had to hold your breath when you stepped inside, broken shards of glass crunching beneath your boots as you did. The source of the glass—a shattered coffee table—sat overturned nearby, the body of some poor soul lying lifeless beside it. You didn’t dare take another step—until you saw him. Roman.

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BTS Reaction to: Their girlfriend making them breakfast in the morning

Author’s note: I had way too much fun writing this. x 


Seokjin: 

Originally posted by theseoks

He frowned when he saw that the bed beside him was empty. Where were you? He sat up straight in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He moved to the side to get out of bed when he saw you walking in with a tray of breakfast. A happy smile spread across his face as you placed the tray on his lap, flashing him a shy smile as you mumbled, 

“I thought I’d make you breakfast, since you always do that for me." 

Seokjin pulled you in for a kiss as he brushed your messy hair out of your face. Looking you in the eyes as he said, 

"Thank you Jagi, you’re the best.” You sat down next to him as he fed you some of the berries, sharing the delicious breakfast you had prepared for him with you. 


Yoongi: 

Originally posted by jeonbase

He’d pretend that it wasn’t a big deal. That it was common for you to make him breakfast, but when you flashed him a shy smile as you handed him the plate he couldn’t pretend anymore. A gummy smile appeared on his face as he felt his heart flutter. Sure you had made him breakfast before but he still appreciated it when you did. It made him feel loved that you would get up early just to make him food. He pulled you onto his lap as he pressed kisses all over your face, making you giggle. 

“Thank you baby, now let’s eat.” 

You and Yoongi happily ate the food you made as he watched you eat with him. Not long after you finished eating you snuggled up underneath the sheets again. Ready to spend a day cuddled up in bed.  


Hoseok: 

Originally posted by mygukie

He made his way down the stairs as the delicious smell of pancakes filled his nostrils. As soon as he walked into the kitchen he saw you standing in front of the stove, baking pancakes. A smile spread across his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose against your neck. 

“Morning baby.”

“Hm morning. Did you sleep well?" 

Hoseok pressed a kiss against your neck in response as he looked at you baking the pancakes. It didn’t take you very long to finish baking and soon you were sitting at the kitchen table, happily eating the pancakes together. Hoseok took another bite as he mumbled, 

"Thank you baby.” You laughed at him before giving him a kiss. 

“You’re very welcome." 


Namjoon: 

Originally posted by btsreaction-s

He got back at 3 am last night, so when you woke up you decided to spoil him a little since he always worked so hard. You had just finished plating up when he walked into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The delicious smell of the food caused him to look up, only to see the breakfast you made. A wide smile spread across his face as he walked towards you. He took your face between his hands as he pressed his lips to yours, giving you a soft kiss. 

"Thank you baby. I really don’t know what I’d do without you." 

You blushed at his words before shyly handing him the plate. Namjoon chuckled at your shyness before kissing your cheek, your forehead and eventually your noise. You squealed as you pulled back, making him laugh as you sat down on the couch. Namjoon moved so you were sitting in between his legs as you happily ate your breakfast together. Already thinking of a way to thank you for taking such good care of him. 


Jimin: 

Originally posted by luvisnotoverjims

This precious little bean would laugh shyly as he saw you walking in with breakfast. You’d been trying to come up with something to thank him and when you saw that he was still peacefully asleep when you woke up, you decided making breakfast would be the way to do it. He pressed his plush lips to yours as he mumbled, 

"I love you." 

You smiled brightly before pecking him on the lips again and digging in. Jimin wrapped his arm around you to pull you closer as you two happily ate the food. Enjoying each other’s company and safe embrace. 

"Thank you baby, really. Thank you." 

You chuckled at his words before pressing your lips back to his. Jimin laughed in response as he pulled you down with him, happily kissing you. 


Taehyung: 

Originally posted by kookieinfirestae

Taehyung’s heart would melt when he saw you walking in the delicious food you made. He’d immediately sit up straight, a boxy smile on his face as he licked his lips at the sight. He grabbed your arm and pulled you down onto the bed. You squealed in surprise as he started to tickle your sides. You squirmed underneath him as you tried to get away from his tickling fingers. Taehyung laughed as he pulled back, only to lay down on top of you as he pressed his soft lips against yours. You happily kissed him back as you tangled one of your hands in his hair. Suddenly his stomach started growling, making both of you laugh. He pressed one last kiss to your lips before sitting up and starting to eat.  

"Hm baby this is delicious! Thank you so much!" 

He beamed happily as he pressed another kiss to your lips before taking another bite. Yes he was very happy that you made him breakfast and would make sure to show you just how grateful he was. 


Jungkook: 

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Jungkook was a heavy sleeper, so he didn’t hear you walking into his bedroom with the pancakes you made. You placed the plates on the nightstand before straddling his waist and kissing him all over his face. After a few seconds he started to squirm underneath you as a warm smile spread across his face. He wrapped his arms around you as he sighed happily.

"I can get used to waking up like this.”

You laughed at his words as you moved off of him, making him whine.

“Why did you go?" 

"Because I made you breakfast.”

His eyes widened when he noticed the pancakes on the nightstand as he looked at you like a deer caught in the headlight. Not long after that a big smile spread across his face as he pulled you close again, this time kissing you all over your face. You giggled at the feeling of his lips on your face before you pulled him back. Handing him the plate as you two started eating. He happily ate the pancakes as he occasionally stole glances at you. Right then he realized that he might actually love you.

cryptidsanonymous  asked:

I just read everything in your gods and monsters series and wow I am in awe. I am absolutely blown away by your writing it's beautiful the Icarus one had me staring at a wall for ten minutes afterwards absorbing what I'd just read. anywhoozle, I love everything you've written and not to rush or pressure you or anything but I was wondering if perhaps we could get more of the greek mythology stories?

a continuation of this


Caeneus has only ever had two loves in his life.

First is the sea. He’s loved her his whole life, heard her siren song from the time he had long curly hair and still tolerated being put in dresses and called a girl. He loves the sea like his parents go to temple, in an unmovable and inexplicable way that he no longer questions.

Second is Poseidon. Foolish, but so achingly kind. He’s a man who professes his wish to master the sea without ever really understanding it, and Caeneus smiles and kisses the stress lines from his brow but does not worry.

The sea has never loved him back, and it never will. She is power and coldness and loss, and her beauty is in her tragedy. Poseidon is warmth and thoughtfulness and strong hands on his hips. He is nothing like the sea, and he will never rule it.

Caeneus knows this, and he’s relieved by it. Poseidon loves him back. Poseidon is not the sea.

Then he wakes up to his lover’s lips on his neck, cold enough that flinches away from the sensation, and for a terrifying moment he doesn’t recognize the person touching him as the man he loves.

“I can do it now,” he whispers, and cool fingers splay against his waist, “I can make you the man you want to be.”

Caeneus wants the body that men usually have, wants people to stop looking at him and seeing a woman. But if Poseidon had asked, he would have told him – Caeneus would choose his lover over a new body, would rather live as he does now than have Poseidon harm himself for his benefit.

But he did not ask, so Caeneus closes his eyes and accepts the gift his lover is so eager to give him.

~

Amphitrite has never had a heart before.

She was the sea, and what she desired, she took. Men, women – she wanted, and she had, and then she moved on.

But the heart in her chest is softer, warmer. It turns her pearl hued skin pink and makes her swim to the surface to watch the sun set, makes something like empathy stir inside her when before all she had was selfishness.

The heart in her chest is in love, and she thought it was something she could control, something she could stop. It’s not. It will be one day, when she masters this heart in her chest, but not yet. She spends hours following Caeneus as he sails her seas, guides fish into his net and feels her borrowed heart beat that much faster whenever he pears into the ocean and she catches sigh of his gorgeous amber eyes.

So she says to Poseidon, “You spend too much time on the shore for a god of the sea.”

He glances at her, and his eyes are green just like hers, are cold and uncaring just like hers used to be. She wonders what her eyes look like now. “Caeneus is on the shore.”

“Bring him here if you’re so concerned with your mortal,” she says, focusing on weaving shells into her hair and giving the impression that she couldn’t care less what he does with his mortal plaything. “The palace is big enough.”

He stops and turns to her, eyebrow raised. “You do not mind me bringing him here?”

“Do with your mortal as you wish,” she repeats, and stamps down on the trembling joy in her chest, “It’s no concern of mine.”

~

Caeneus doesn’t know how to love a god of the sea. He knew how to love Poseidon – take him onto the water to watch the sunrise, feed him warm, sweet drinks, and let him curl around him at night and listen to his stories of his siblings, of impossible gods who do impossible things.

But now he sits in a palace under water, with his own room and the freedom to see the other side of the ocean he loves so dearly. There are no sunsets here, no cocoa to barter for, and Poseidon doesn’t tell him stories any more.

Poseidon still loves him. He kisses him and holds his hips when they sleep together and keeps him by his side while he crosses the sea and gains more and more control over this domain that he now commands. Poseidon still loves him, he tells himself when he itches to return to the surface and the home Poseidon build for him, and the life he built for himself.

He didn’t want to be a consort of the king of sea. He just wanted to be Caeneus, a man who loved a man and was loved in return, a man who loved the sea even though it would never love him back.

The sea will never love him back. He’s known that since he was a child, so the real question is – how much of the Poseidon he knew is left, and how much of him the depths of the ocean?

~

There’s a hurricane that requires her husband’s attention, and even he is not so foolish as to bring his lover to a place as dangerous as that. Which means it’s the perfect time for her to run into him in the interior gardens, as he stares up through the iridescent seaweed to the rays of sunlight that just manage to penetrate the water. “Do you miss it?” she asks him, and he startles, swinging around to face her and stumbling away.

“My lady!” he says, and falls to his knees before her, bowing his head. It’s what she expects of all mortals, but not from him, never from him. The heart in her chest loves him, and if it’s not her heart, well – the rest of her doesn’t know the difference. “A thousand apologies.”

“You are welcome here,” she says, and smiles. She’s never smiled quite like this before, she’s never felt quite like this before, fond and fluttery and so painfully eager that it would be embarrassing if she ever dared articulate it. It’s a wonder Poseidon managed to get anything done at all if this is what he had in his chest.

He looks up, hesitant, and she holds out her hand. He takes it, and she pulls him to his feet, pulls him closer until they’re nearly touching and he’s forced to look up into her eyes or be stuck staring at her chin. He’s warmer than her, she can feel the heat pouring off him in waves, and she wants him to hold her in his arms so she can languish against him like she would a sun-warmed rock.

Before she had a heart, she took who and what she wanted, when she wanted it.

Now she has a heart, and she takes his hands in both of hers and says, “Would you like to visit the surface? I can take you, and bring you back before my husband returns.”

He’s hesitant because he’s afraid of her. Caeneus will never love her, because although she holds the heart he loves she is not the person the heart belongs to. Not that he knows any of that, not that anyone will ever know the details of her and Poseidon’s arrangement. But she doesn’t want Caeneus to be afraid of her. She wants him to smile at her like she is a sunrise. “Yes, please,” he decides on finally.

She stands and watches as he walks through his home, as he touches the hearth and looks longingly at the bed, as he stands in the small cottage that he clearly prefers over her palace, over all the riches and adoration that comes with being consort to the sea.

Caeneus is a simple man, whose heart loves with a simple love.

He is a man whose heart loves someone who now has no heart, and Amphitrite can’t bring herself to tell him. She’s the one who took it away, and she won’t give it back.

She likes having a heart, and one day she will need to return it, but not now, not yet, not for a long time.

~

Caeneus lies besides Poseidon, curled up so his head rests on the god’s outflung arm and he can watch his chest rise and fall as he sleeps. There are bruises on Caeneus’s hips and down his chest, bite marks on his shoulder and up his neck. It’s not the first time his lover has been rough with him, and he doesn’t mind, like that Poseidon doesn’t touch him like he’s afraid he’ll break, likes that whenever he’s rough he’s careful enough with his strength not to ever cross the line from bruising to breaking.

It’s different than it used to be. It’s been different for a long time, ever since Poseidon somehow convinced the Lady to hand over her title as monarch, to share her power with him for no reason that Caeneus can see. It’s not love between them, because the sea does not love. But she got something out of it, something valuable enough to bargain away part of her power, and as soon as she did the man Caeneus loves ceased to exist.

He slides out of bed and angrily rubs at his eyes. He can’t do this anymore, can’t sleep and live with this man who has his lover’s face and memories and nothing else.

He knows this palace well, and everyone else knowns him too. The servants don’t question him, only offer shallow bows before hurrying on his way. He’s a fisherman who lives on the outskirts of society. He’s not any sort of person that people were meant to bow to. He stands in front of an ornate set of carved doors, the beautiful shimmering inside of a muscle shell of impossible size. Two guards stand at each door, but neither move to stop him as he pushes it open and slips inside.

“Lady?” he whispers. Large, bioluminescent carvings flare to life all across the room, bathing them in soft golden-green light. Amphitrite pulls herself out of bed, green hair loose around her and the rest of her on display, pale and flawless, as perfect an example of a beautiful woman as Caeneus has ever seen, and he averts his gaze. “Lady!”

“So modest,” she teases, and when he glances over she’s in a simple white robe and pulling her hair up behind her. She looks vulnerable like this, almost like his mother did when she would rouse him and his father from sleep in the darkness of early morning so they could catch the fish while they were still sleeping. “What’s going on Caeneus? I thought my husband had exclusive rights to your nights,” she winks, and he forces a smile.

He walks over to her, takes her hands in his because he knows she likes how warm he runs compared to her, and her smile slips off her face. “Please,” he whispers, “Poseidon is different than he once was, and I want to know why. Please.”

~

She shouldn’t tell him, but the heart in her chest loves him, and she loves him too, thinks she would even without Poseidon’s heart influencing her.

So she tells him, and when he starts crying she brushes away his tears and he doesn’t stop her. “He’ll never love you like he once did,” she tells him, “It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he just can’t.”

“The sea doesn’t love you back,” he says, because he knows, because he’s a skilled sailor, because he’s one of the people who has worshipped her his whole life without ever expecting anything back, because that’s what an ocean gives back – nothing at all. “Can – can I give you my heart?”

She stares. “Excuse me?”

“Let me give you my heart,” he pleads, “so that I may hold Poseidon’s in my chest. You can have mine, I know I’m only a mortal–”

“You’re all mortal to me,” she says, because a hundred years, a thousand, ten thousand, what does it matter – she and Gaia were around long before gods and humans, and they’ll be around long after them. “If I give you Poseidon’s heart, you will become a god.”

He pales and flinches away from her. He’s not in this for power, this was never about power to him. It was always about love. “Lady, I’m not trying to – I don’t want that.”

“If you become a god,” she continues, because she loves him and that means she wants him to be happy, even at her own expense, “you will be alive when the time comes for me to reclaim my title of monarch. One day I will take back my heart from Poseidon, will reclaim the cold, black thing in his chest as my own, and when I do he will no longer be master of the sea. When I do, you can give him back his heart, and he will love you as he loved you before, as he will always love you.”

Caeneus has a hand over his chest and there’s so much hope shining in his eyes that it’s almost painful to look at. “Please, Lady. Please. I love him, let me carry his heart, let me have him back once you are done. I will wait.”

“It will be a long time,” she answers honestly, “Empires will rise and fall before I’m willing to give this up, before Poseidon will be willing to give up his power over the sea.”

“I will wait,” Caeneus repeats, “I love him. If you have my heart, maybe you will grow to love him too. If you have my heart, you will protect him, you will keep him safe.”

Amphitrite loves Caeneus, and Caeneus loves Poseidon, and Poseidon is incapable of loving anyone at all. “Very well,” she whispers, because a heart is a heart, and just like Poseidon she’s unable to deny Caeneus anything.

She breaks open her chest and takes out the warm, beating heart of Poseidon. She slits open Caeneus’s chest for him, and holds him upright while struggles to take out his heart and clumsily places in into her chest. She heals over instantly, and nestles Poseidon’s heart in Caeneus’s ribcage. He too heals over, and his eyes flash with power as the heart settles inside of him.

Caeneus becomes so much more than a mortal man in that moment.

This heart doesn’t feel too different, she still loves Caeneus because she’s capable of loving and he is worthy of it. “Go,” she says, “Say your goodbyes, and leave. If you stay, he’ll just continue hurting you, and in a few thousand years he’ll hate himself for it. Leave now, and spare both of you that pain.”

He leans forward and cups her face in his hands, kissing her on each cheek. “Thank you,” he breathes, and then he’s gone.

~

Caeneus can feel the power of a god flowing into him, but he doesn’t care about that, the only reason he’s glad he’s a god now is so he’ll live long enough to get Poseidon back, to get the Poseidon who loves him back.

He goes back to where Poseidon is sleeping, and takes a long, careful look. It will be a long time before he sees this man again. He kisses him on the lips, softly and carefully, the way Poseidon first kissed him when he thought he was sleeping.

Then he leaves, stepping outside the palace and using his newly gained powers to bring himself to the shore.

~

Poseidon is furious, bur Amphitrite won’t budge, says only that Caeneus left. He throws a temper, and half the palace is lost in the aftermath, but she does not care.

She doesn’t tell him that she no longer carries his heart. It doesn’t matter. Caeneus’s heart beats in her chest, and she sits on her throne amongst the rubble and does nothing more than sigh at the way he threatens to tear the world apart looking for his lover. It will pass. The depth and coldness of the sea is unable to sustain such fits of wild passion.

Years pass. Rumors reach them of a sea god, one who is known for rescuing sailors and fisherman from storms, one who they say used to be a mortal fisherman himself.

They call him Glaucus, and say that he swallowed a magical herb to become a god.

She smiles when she hears these rumors, and thankfully Poseidon has long given up trying to get her to explain herself. The rumors are only half right, but she likes hearing them none the less.

It comforts her to hear that Caeneus is well.


gods and monster series, part xiii

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“love" by jack zimmermann || a zimbits fic || 3.3k

“Come in.” Bitty thanks the lord for the legitimate reprieve from the essay he’s been painfully forcing himself through all afternoon.

Jack enters, looking happier than normal. Bitty sees why immediately, and the smile that came onto his face when he saw Jack slips right back into a frown. Jack’s holding another memory card.

“I’m got some new footage,” Jack says in confirmation of Bitty’s fears.

“Jack, you’ve got to stop giving me new material.”

Jack’s smile drops at Bitty’s harsh tone, and his eyebrows draw together in a way that would be adorable if not for the circumstance and the fact Bitty is the one to make them that way. “Why?”

“Coz, honey, it’s not gonna help.” Bitty’s too exhausted to bother being embarrassed that the endearment slipped out.

Jack opens his mouth lamely. He looks down at the memory card in his hand then back to Bitty with sad eyes.

“Sit down.” Bitty gestures to his bed, thankful that he made it earlier while procrastinating. He rubs his sore eyes as Jack perches on the bed, then sighs out.

“Your assessment is to create a two-minute video based on love, yes?”

Jack nods. Bitty rubs at his eyes again, thinking of how to be honest without being hurtful.

“You’re an amazing photographer, and it comes across.” Jack picks his head up, looking hopefully at Bitty. It breaks his heart to have to continue. “But there’s no story here. There’s no love. I mean, unless your story is that you really love your camera. I can’t… I’m sorry, I can’t help you make anything out of this.”

Bitty tries to make his voice gentle. Jack turns his head away from Bitty anyway, but not quick enough that Bitty can’t see the hurt.

Bitty’s happily been helping Jack with his AV assessment after Jack asked. He gets to spend time with Jack doing something that Jack loves. But now he owes it as a friend to tell Jack the truth, even if it makes them both sad.

“Sorry, Bits,” Jack mumbles, still not looking at him.

“It’s alright.” Bitty already feels a little guilty for springing it on Jack with no warning. He crosses his arms, then realises that may come across as defensive if Jack ever looks back at him, so rests them back on his knees. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, I just want you to do well.”

Jack gives a brisk nod, but still avoids looking back at Bitty.

Bitty’s not sure what else he can do for Jack, so he simply waits.

Jack clears his throat after a moment and stands up. He looks at the memory card before putting it into a pocket.

“Thanks anyway. Sorry for interrupting your essay.”

“It’s alright,” Bitty repeats, but Jack’s already out the door.

Bitty slumps into his seat and stares at his closed door. He really didn’t mean to hurt Jack, but he didn’t think what he said would be that much of a shock either. Jack’s not ignorant to emotion, no-matter what the news articles sometimes say about him.

He swings his chair back round to stare at his essay, starting up on it again as a distraction.

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You can speak Spanish? // Jeff Atkins

Warning: fluff, like soooo much fluff

A/N: I do not speak Spanish. So if there are any mistakes it´s Google´s fault


The sun was shining right into your sleeping face, waking you up slightly. Today was Sunday and you were sleeping over at your boyfriend´s house. Jeff´s arm was lying loosely over your waist, holding you close to his chest. You turned around, snuggling into him and inhaled his scent. Your arm sneaked around his torso, while he pulled you closer. Jeff began to draw small patters on your hip and you began to slip into another peaceful sleep. His parents were away for the weekend, visiting friends and he asked you to stay with him to use the rare possibility. It´s not like his parents didn’t trust you, but they would make sure nothing to intimate would happen between the two of you.
You began to wake up again, when you felt feather kisses being plastered on your shoulder and neck. Your eyes flattered open and you were greeted by the smiling face of your boyfriend. He looked at you so lovingly that you shoot him a small smile before burying your face in his neck. “Good morning, precioso mío.” He whispered into your hair and you could hear the smile in his voice. You placed a small kiss on his skin, so he knew you were awake. “Morning, papi chulo.” He groaned at the nickname you had given him. “You know I hate it when you call me that.” He whispered, running his fingertips over your side, knowing you´re ticklish. “No please don’t tickle me.” You squirmed under his touch, chuckling. He move to get up but you tighten your grasp around him. “Come on baby, we should get up.” He chuckled, while you plastered kisses on his neck going to his collarbone. “You really have a problem with getting up.” He whispered before placing a kiss on your lips. “I don’t have a problem with getting up; I just prefer staying in bed.” You retorted against his lips and felt his chest vibrate with laughter. “Babe you are cute when you´re sleepy, but we really should get up.” He said, after a while of comfortable silence. “Pero eres demasiado mimoso. (But you´re too cuddly.)” You whispered, before placing a small kiss on his lips. “Usted es mimoso también. (You´re cuddly too.)” He answered, hovering over you. Your hands were resting on his triceps. His face was only inches away from yours and you could feel his breath against your lips. He leaned in to close the gap between you two but stopped right before your lips. “Wait, did you just speak Spanish?” He asked confused and a grin made his way onto your lips. “And what if I did?” You teased, running your fingernails lightly down his arm. “You can speak Spanish?” He asked with a small smile on his lips, while you just nodded as an answer. “So you understood every word I ever said to you in Spanish?” You nodded again, his eyes widening and he rolled of off you. You sat up looking at Jeff, you chuckled at his expression. “This is so embarrassing.” He mumbled and you laugh out loud. “I thought it was cute when you thought I couldn´t understand a word. You looked so proud. “You moved yourself so you were sitting on his lap, leaning down to place a small kiss on his lips. “But I told you so many cheesy things and I only told them because I thought you didn’t understand them.” He whispered against you lips. “Vamos bebé, me encanta cuando hablas español. (Come on baby, I love it when you speak Spanish.)” You mumbled, kissing him again. “But when did you learn Spanish?” He asked, after breaking away from you. You sat up again, still on his lap. “That one summer, two years ago, was really boring.” You answered smiling when his hands ran up and down your bare thighs. “You were bored so you learned Spanish?” He smiled up at you and you gazed your finger over his bare chest, biting your bottom lip. “You are something else, Y/N.” he sat up leaning his upper body against the headboard. “¿Puedo besarte? (Can I kiss you?)” He asked and you leaned in placing a sweet kiss on his lips. It fast turned into a heated kiss, his left hand grapping your ass pulling you even closer and his other hand going your neck. Your hands were roaming over his chest, making their way to his neck. “We should really get up now, before my parents come home.” He whispered against your lips, but he flipped you over kissing your collarbone. “Entonces bájate de mí. (Then get off me.)” You teased and he chuckled against your skin. He sat up at the edge of his bed, rubbing his hands over his face. You sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso, kissing his shoulder blade. “Podría acostumbrarme a esto. (I could get used to this.)” He whispered running his fingertips over your arms that were wrapped around him. “What do you mean?” you whispered against his skin, leaving small kiss between his shoulder blades. “Waking up next to you, you wearing my shirts to bed, cuddling in the morning, kissing you to wake you up. That´s what I want for us for the future.” He explained, turning around to kiss your forehead. “Eres mi futuro, bebé. (You´re my future, baby.)” You said making him smile brightly. “I mean it, bebé.” He said, getting up and pulled his sweatpants on. “Yeah me too.” You got up searching for your shorts. You pull your shorts on turning back around to face Jeff. “Do you think we are gonna get married someday?” You asked pulling him into a hug. “¿Quieres casarte conmigo algún día?  (Will you marry me one day?)” He retorted pulling a bit way to grin down at you. “Aren´t you suppose to kneel down and put a ring on my finger?” You teased and he rolled his eyes. “Te amo, mi amor. (I love you, my love.)” He mumbled kissing your lips softly. “Yo también Te amo, bebé. (I love you too, baby.)” You whispered back, burying your head into his neck. “When we´re married and have children we are gonna raise them with two languages, like my parents did. English and Spanish.” He pulled you closer into him, if that was even possible. “You want to have children with me?” you asked smiling into his neck. He hummed approvingly and run his hands up and down your back. “Of course Y/N, eres el único para mi. (You are the only one for me.)” he whispered, kissing your neck. “God Jeff, you are so cheesy.” You chuckled and suppressed a moan when he nibbled at your sweet spot. “Tú eres el único para mí también. (You are the only one for me too.)” He smirked against your neck, biting your skin gently. “Now you are the cheesy one. Pero te quiero por ello. (But I love you for it.)” He said smiling down at you. “I love you too, but now I´m hungry.” You said grapping his hand and pulled him out of his room, down the stairs. “I will follow you.” He said and you smiled at his words.


You laughed and he looked at you playfully offended. “You don´t believe me that I can flip pancakes?” he teased and you laugh, shaking your head no. “Ok then watch me, precioso mío.” Jeff moved wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed the pan. He tried to flip the pancake but it landed next to the stove. You laughed harder when he frowned at the pancake lying next to him. He turned around to look at you disappointed and you laughed even harder. “I swear I can flip pancakes. You can ask my mum.” He pouted at you and you smiled at him. “Oh baby, I believe you.” You said and kissed him. “Step aside, anciano, and let me try it.” You added, pushing him away from the stove. He looked at you and snorted at you. “Who do you call old man? When I´m an old man then you´re my old lady.” He countered and you smiled at the pancake in the pan. “Ok here goes nothing.” You whispered to yourself, before flipping the pancake and it landed in the pan. “You speak Spanish and you can flip pancakes, now I need to marry you.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, placing kisses on the back of your neck. “Don’t make promises you can´t keep.” You mumbled, flipping another pancake. “Believe me, we will be married and we will have a house and at least two children and a dog.” He mumbled against your neck and you felt your smile grow. “At least two children, huh?” You turned off the stove and turned around in your boyfriends arms, with a big smile on your lips. “At least two, please.” He grinned at you, his one hand going from your waist to your ass, squeezing it slightly. “And until then we can practice.” He added, your arms were around his neck, while he squeezed your ass again before pulling you into another kiss. “But please not in my kitchen.” Jeff and you pulled away instantly and saw his parents standing in the doorway, suitcases in their hands. “Hey mum, dad. I thought you wouldn´t be back until this afternoon?” asked Jeff with an uncomfortable smile, his one arm still wrapped around your waist. “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Atkins.” You mumbled shooting them a small, but embarrassed smile. “Hello Y/N.” Mr. Atkins greeted you with a smile, while Mrs. Atkins looked at Jeff. “Well it got boring so we left a few hours earlier.” She answered Jeff´s question, who just nodded. “So Y/N, did you sleep here?” asked Mrs. Atkins with a small smile. “Oh, yeah we, uhm we were watching some movies and I fell asleep.” You lied; the activities from last night didn’t included watching movies. “Sure, wouldn´t be the first time.” Mrs. Atkins chuckled and you nodded smiling. “We just wanted to eat some breakfast.” Said Jeff with a smile towards his parents. He turned around, got two plates out of the cupboard and filled them with the pancakes you two just made.


After breakfast you and Jeff washed the dishes joking around, while his parents sat at the kitchen table talking about their weekend. “Deténgase, por favor. (Stop please)” You said pretending to mad, but laughed when he smeared soap on your nose. “Nunca, te ves lindo cuando finges estar enojado. (Never, you look cute when you pretend to be angry)” he said before kissing your cheek. You wiped the soap off of your nose, turning your attention back to the pan in your hand. You handed Jeff the pan and he put his into its place. “Y/N, podrías traerme una botella de agua, por favor? (Y/N, could you bring me a bottle of water, please?)” asked Mrs. Atkins and you went to the fridge, bringing her a bottle. “Gracias.” She sends you a smile and you returned it, before walking back to Jeff who stood amazed in the kitchen. “Mum, you did know that she speaks Spanish?” Jeff asked his mother, who just nodded smiling. “You too, dad?” he added and his father nodded as well. “But how?” This time he looked at you. “I told your mum a while ago.” You answered with a shrug. “You told them before me?” He asked offended and you laughed, caressing his cheek in a loving manner. “Sorry honey, it just came up and you were just too sweet thinking I couldn’t understand a word.” Answered smiling, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Unbelievable.” He muttered with a frown on his forehead and a pout on his lips. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rubbed his back, resting your forehead against his chest. “Lo siento y Te amo. (I´m sorry and I love you.)” You whispered and you smiled when he placed a kiss to your head and wrapped his arms around you. “It´s okay, it´s sexy when you speak Spanish. You should definitely do it more often.” You breathe out a laugh and looked at him, adoring his features. “Only when I´m with you.” You mumbled, placing a small kiss on his jawline. “I hoped you would say that.” He mumbled before bringing his lips to yours. He broke away just moments later, taking your hand in his. He told his parents that you two would go to his room. Halfway toward the stairs he began to speak again. “Wait, that family dinner when my grandmother told me to marry you and I said I will definitely do it, you understood that too?” you mumbled a yes with a big smile on your lips. “That was a private conservation.” He said, his tone serious but you knew he was smiling. “It´s not private when I stand right next to you, dummy.” You laughed and began to climb up the stair. “Smartass.” He mumbled under his breath but you still heard it and snorted as a response. “And great ass.” He added and gave your ass a slight slap, which caused you to yelp and run up the stairs, him following close behind you. Let´s just say: He really loved it when you speak Spanish.

Hot mess

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky heard you call out his name while you masterbated that eventually leads to a very rough and sexy evening for Bucky and the reader.

Word count: 2250

Warnings:Smut. Masterbation. Swearing.Rough unprotected sex.

A/N: Hey everyone. I had this idea for a long time and finally decided to write this. Hope you enjoy this. ;)

Taglists are open.

Requests are open.





Every member of the Avengers team, has a turn to make dinner for a night, but somehow when it’s Tony’s turn, he usually orders take out, because he is “to busy” to cook.

Tonight it was Natasha’s turn to make dinner with the assistance of Wanda. They were making Spaghetti and meatballs. Most of the Avengers were in the kitchen already and dinner was nearly prepared.

“Someone needs to set the table,” Natasha muttered to herself. She saw Thor, Steve,Tony, Bruce, Clint and Vision huddled up discussing something by the looks on their faces -serious.

“Can you guys…”

“We’re busy,” said Clint quickly.

Natasha rolled her eyes. That left Bucky and Sam. They sat at the dining table that they moved to the kitchen earlier, because everyone complained how cold the dining hall is.

“One of you boys can set the table and the other one can go tell (Y/N) food’s ready.

” I’ll go call her, I was on my way to my room anyways,“ said Bucky hastily.

"Good. Sam you can get the plates and the cutlery ready.”

Sam groaned and shot Bucky a cold look as he stood up. Bucky laughed at Sam and left the the kitchen.

Your room was right opposite Bucky’s room. Bucky rushed into his room, he quickly put on some cologne and closed the door behind him.

He ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat, but before he could knock, he heard a very odd sound coming from your room. You moaned. His brows furrowed. At first Bucky thought you were in pain, but then he heard…

“Oh yes that feels so good.” When he realized what you were doing behind that door, he knew he should walk away, but your moans and your next words rooted him to the spot.

“Just like that Bucky!” Bucky’s frown turned into a smirk. You were pleasuring yourself while thinking of him.

You moaned again. Bucky’s half hard cock was straining against his jeans that became painfully tight as he listened to your moans. He threw his head back against the door as he rubbed his aching bulge through his jeans. He pictured you on your bed, hair splayed out around you, your beautiful mouth slightly parted as your hand moved through your wet folds, touching yourself.

The moans stopped and Bucky heard footsteps nearing the door. He made a run for it. He returned to the kitchen and sat back in his seat, everyone was eating already.

“Buck?”

“Buck!” Steve yelled.

Steve snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Did you call (Y/N)?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I think she was in the shower. Probably didn’t hear me calling her.”

A few minutes later you walked into the kitchen and took the empty seat between Thor and Vision.

“Sorry I’m late. I was umm…”

“In the shower. Bucky told us,” said Steve.

Shocked you looked at Bucky who had a smug smile on his face. Your cheeks were a brilliant shade of red. You nodded at Steve. You turned your attention to the plate of spaghetti in front of you.

“(Y/N) you okay? You seem a bit flushed,” Natasha said.

“It was probably the hot water,” you lied.

“By the way,” Tony said turning to you.

“You and Barnes are going to clean up after dinner, because the two of you were the last to come to the table.”

You didn’t eat much. You kept on wondering if Bucky might have heard you, because you weren’t exactly quiet.

‘He doesn’t even like you like that, you probably ruined your friendship,’ you thought to yourself.

After dinner only you and Bucky remained in the kitchen, tidying up. The awkward silence continued. You finally decided that you don’t want him to be this uncomfortable around you, so you spoke up.

“Bucky?” he turned to you

“Yeah?”

You took a deep breath. Here it goes…

“Buck I’m so sorry what you’ve heard. I’ll totally understand if you don’t want to hang out…”

You were cut short by Bucky’s lips as his mouth crashed onto yours roughly. You were shocked for a moment, but then you relaxed into the kiss. He pushed you back against the wall. It was all tongue and teeth. The kiss was rough and you enjoyed every part of especially when he bit your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth and pulled him by his shirt closer to you.


You both let go of each other. He looked into your eyes, finding only lust. His thick muscled arms trapped you. He was so close tomyou that you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“When you touched yourself, did you think of me?”

You nodded. You bit your lip while your big innocent eyes were locked on him.

“Did it make you wet?”

“Yes Bucky,” you moaned.

“God you’re killing me baby girl.”

“What are you gonna do about it soldier?”

He growled at the nickname you gave him. You squealed as he picked you up with his metal arm and threw you over his shoulder.

“I’ll show you.” He carried you out of the kitchen to his room.

When you entered his room, he pressed you up against the door.

“Finally,” he muttered as his lips crashed onto your once again. His skilled hands grabbed your behind, while you pulled on his locks. He moaned into your mouth, obviously liking you tug on his hair. He released you. You pulled your shirt over your head and pulled your shorts down too. He did the same. His eyes traveled down to the valley of your breasts, which looked incredible in the sheer black lacy bra that matched your black panties. He undid his jeans dropping it to the floor. The outline of his hard cock was visible through his briefs.

You dropped to your knees in front of Bucky looking up at him while you tugged his briefs down his toned thighs. His cock stood proud and hard against his abdomen.

“See what you do to me doll,” Bucky muttered. You gently grasped his impressive length in your hand, slowly pumping him. He closed his eyes as he relished in the sensation. The tip of his cockhead that looked almost purple, was dripping with precum. You gathered some onto your thumb and brought it to your mouth, looking up at Bucky, wide eyed and innocent as you sucked. He groaned at your actions. This must have been the most erotic thing he has ever seen. You closed your eyes as you savoured the taste of his salty cum. Bucky tasted delicious and you wanted more.

You brought your mouth to the tip, giving him small kitten licks. Your tongue circled around his engorged head, earning a moan from him. Your mouth closed around him, sucking while taking him deeper. His hands worked through your hair as you bobbed your head up and down his length until he hit the back of your throat. Bucky held your head firmly, before letting go of you. You looked up at him, your brows furrowed. A layer of sweat was embedded on his broad chest.

“If you don’t stop now, I’m not gonna last doll,” Bucky said exasperated. You let go of him as he pulled you to your feet. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra, letting it drop to the floor. His thumbs brushed over your hard nipples, hardening under his touch as he kneaded your soft and tender flesh.

“Bucky,” you moaned as he leaned down and took your erect nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, biting gently and then doing the same to the other. He turned you around, making you move backwards. You felt the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed. Bucky pushed you down gently. He crawled onto the bed, moving between your legs.

He kissed his way up from your knees to your thighs, biting and sucking, leaving marks all over you, claiming you. His face was inches from your clothed heat. He flattened his tongue and licked at the damp spot on your lacy panties. You moaned out squirming to get more friction. He ripped your underwear from your body, tossing it into the far corner of his room.

With his flesh hand he held your labia open as his eyes feast over your wet cunt. He blew lightly on your clit making you squirm even more. He smiled up at you. You glanced down at Bucky through hooded eyes, breathing heavily, aching for him. One of his metal fingers were probing your entrance, slowly moving in and out, in and out. The coldness of his metal hand felt good on your hot cunt. Bucky was moving agonizingly slow.

“Bucky,” you whined. You were a total hot mess. Your hair was sticking to your forehead, your cheeks were a bright pink and your breathing was uneven. He chucked against your pussy, making it vibrate. He drove his tongue into your wetness. You screamed out his name as his tongue explored your wet folds skillfully, while he finger fucked you with two of his metal fingers.

“More Bucky!” He obliged by entering a third finger, stretching you. He sucked on your throbbing clit. You arched your back into his mouth, humping his face. Every time his fingers reached your g-spot you screamed. He felt your walls clench around his fingers, nearing your orgasm.

“Come for me (Y/N).” His mouth latched onto your clit once more, making your hips buck as you came with his name on your lips. You clawed at the sheets as your body trembled.

He crawled up to meet your lips in a fierce kiss. He moaned against your lips as you raked your nails across his bare chest.

“I need you Bucky. I need you to fill me up so bad right now,” you whined as you felt his erection against your heat. You ground your hips causing him to growl and push your knees apart.

“So wet for me,” he said. A low and dangerous tone to his voice. His dark eyes glinting with desire. With one push he was fully inside you. You cried out as his thickness stretched you.

“Oh James you fill me up so good.” Bucky bit down onto your shoulder as he began to move.

“You’re so fucking tight. Shit!” He pulled out and plunged back in. His cock hitting all your right places, making you writhe beneath him. You were in heaven, until you felt Bucky stop moving and pull out. He pumped himself while he looked straight into your eyes.

“Turn over for me babygirl.” You did what he asked, lowering your back and sticking your ass in the air. With one swift move he was back in your pussy, pounding away mercilessly. You screamed Bucky’s name over and over, like it was the only word you knew.

“You like me fucking you like this doll?”

“Fuck yes!”

“We’re like animals, and you’re my bitch in heat!” He said through gritted teeth.


“Yes Bucky yes!” You cried out, not caring if the others in the tower heard you. He leaned over your back, took hold of your chin and kissed you hard, while he drilled you into the mattress.

“Harder Sergeant!” His hands dug into your hips, painfully, but you didn’t mind, the pleasure was overwhelming. He pulled you up by your shoulders that you were in his lap, bouncing up and down his cock.

“I’m close doll. Come with me,” he said in ragged breaths as his thrusts became harder, but more sloppier. You felt the familiar tightening in your abdomen and Bucky felt you clench around his cock.

“I’m coming!” You screamed as the pleasure hit you wave after wave. You felt Bucky twitch inside you and release his seed inside, coating your walls. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, while he whispered your name over and over in your ear as pleasure overtook him. Bucky pecked your neck and shoulders with kisses.

After a few moments, he had enough strength to pull out of you. The both of you fell back on the bed, cuddled up in each others arms.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” You nodded.

“Definitely.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Sleep well doll.”

The next morning rapid knocking woke the both of you. Bucky grumbled and dropped his head back on the pillow, pulling you closer to him. Just then you realized someone was knocking on your door across the hall. You jumped up and threw on Bucky’s shirt that covered everything that needed to be covered.

You opened the door to find Tony knocking on your bedroom door angrily. He turned around and noticed you in Bucky’s shirt, emerging from Bucky’s room. His eyes wide when he came to grips with reality.

“No,” he said, as he bursted out laughing.

“When I got to the kitchen this morning it looked like a wreck, so I came to look for you to check why the kitchen wasn’t clean, but I didn’t expect this,” Tony said laughing harder.

You crossed your arms. You felt Bucky behind you. He rolled his eyes s Tony kept on laughing, all his anger forgotten.

“Grow up Stark,” Bucky said annoyed, before slamming the door in his face.

“Friday notify the whole team that Mr Barnes and Ms. (Y/L/N) slept together. I don’t care if they’re awake or asleep.”

“Yes Mister Stark.”

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Affair of the Heart

Affair of the heart

Word count: 11.4k

Genre: smut, angst

You were in love with your roommate Hoseok. Jimin knows your secret and wants to help you make him jealous.

Happy Birthday to my world and sunshine! Im not trying to cry but I hope my angel has the best day ever!!


You got home, to your shared apartment, after your morning shift. You hated being a waitress but Sunday mornings did bring in a big crowd. You think people who just got out of church were supposed to be nice but no. Everyone is cranky and wants brunch. Either way people tipped you well this morning and you needed to go buy groceries for you and Hoseok.

Hoseok, you thought. You wondered if he was awake. It was about two in the afternoon so you figured not. You knew he went out for a night of drinking with his friends. You also knew he brought a girl home last night. Mostly because you could hear everything they had done last night, well technically this morning. His room was across from your room and down the hall, that’s how loud they were. You could hear the bed hit the wall, the way she was screaming out for him, it was all too much for you. Especially his moans, they sounded so dirty and needy. You just wished they were for you, aching for you. Here you were in the kitchen writing a grocery list and getting wet thinking about Hoseok moaning.

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The DUFF

Originally posted by boo-t-s

the duff au // college au // future smut // humour // basketball player jungkook // dancer jimin // best friends jin + taehyung

Your annoying neighbour and childhood friend, Jungkook, strikes a deal with you to help you get the attention of your crush, Jimin, if you help him pass his philosophy class.

warnings: sexual content, drinking, swearing, use of the words ‘fat’ and ‘ugly’

@hobijoon @baepsaetan @rimuslymoony @lordofassgard

Part 1, Part 2

Part 1:

It was no secret Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung were two of the best-looking humans to ever grace this godforsaken campus, and it was no secret that they were your best friends. The three of you were practically attached at the hip or rather… hips. See, the thing is, neither Jin nor Taehyung were always sex gods. In fact, Taehyung was bullied by an upperclassman for a little while in preschool and that upperclassman happened to be Jin, who turned out to be projecting his own experiences onto the little nerdy tater-tot that was the young Taehyung. It was after class that you heard a yelp coming from the boys’ bathroom and, being young and pure at heart, you didn’t hesitate to check it out- finding Taehyung shoved up against the sinks, Jin holding him by the collar.

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Cinderella (Part 2)

Summary: You finaly get the the courage to meet your one night stand

Pairing: Jeon Jeong-juk (Jungkook) / Reader

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Words: 2.8k

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Not Without You

Originally posted by tony-starkes


Rating: Adult, Explicit, Mature

Characters: Jim Kirk, Reader, Spock, Uhura, Bones

Situation/Scenario: Reader is trapped on a shuttle that is about to fail/explode/fall out of the sky (I don’t know how to word that) And the crew is struggling to get her back on board. She is beamed out at the last second. Jim has already convinced himself she is going to die, she doesn’t, he proves how much he needs her.

Warnings: Almost death, Angsty, smut, romance, unprotected sex, AN UNEDITED HOT MESS

Author’s note: Sooo, I have not written smut since I had a kpop smut page. I apologize in advance, my skills are ruuustty.

tags: @yourtropegirl

Not Without You

“Y/L/N to enterprise!” You yelled into your communicator. “I don’t think the shuttle is going to make it!” You yell as you try to pilot the damn thing closer to the enterprise. The ship had stopped at a class m planet to assist in delivering medical supplies to a research team. Everything had gone well, till it was time to return to the enterprise. The team on the planet had their pick of some supplies, and you had the remaining on the shuttle with you. You were supposed to have another crew member go down with you, but you had done this very trip to this team a few times before and didn’t feel you needed assistance.

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Patience -Tom Holland (smut)

A/N: I wrote smut and I’m not even sorry because I’m trash and this is garbage. In which Tom is your boyfriend but he is an impatient little shit. Tell me what you think. Enjoy!


You put your phone between your shoulder and your ear while putting on your shoes.
You heared him groan on the other end of the line and smiled to yourself.
“Come on Tom. I’m gonna be there in two days.”, you said and put your foot back down and took the phone into your hand.
“Yeah two days too long.”, he said and his voice was muffled.
“I know. I miss you too.”, you said while fixing your hair in the mirror.

“I’m home for two months and you’re not here. That’s not fair.”, he whined and you chuckled.
“You mean like how you are always away for promo and I’m home? Yeah buddy, been there, done that.”, you teased him and put him on speaker. You looked at your outfit and tried to fix your blouse but you were not statisfied.
It was quiet for a couple minutes and you only heared weird shuffling noises until he spoke up again.

“I miss you.”,he said but his voice was suddenly deeper and kind of breathy while you took off your blouse to put something else on.
You looked at your phone in disbelief and took it into your hands.
“Babe what are you doing?”, you asked now but it took him a few seconds to answer again.
“I really need you right now.”,he said and this time you could hear his belt being taken off.
“Thomas Stanly Holland! You promised me to wait until I come back.”,you scolded him and felt turned on immediatly. You could picture him how he was lying in bed rubbing his own cock over his jeans while listening to your voice. His eyes closed, head leaned into his neck exposing his throat. Thinking of you.

Your cheeks were burning and you felt a known wetness between your legs and got pissed.
“Tom I don’t have time for this right now! I need to go.”, you whined and pressed your legs together.
“Baby I just need to release the tension. I’m gonna explode otherwise.”, he says slightly moaning while doing it and you huff.
“I don’t like you getting off on your own.”,you complain. You like to be all over his mind when he comes. No place for other thoughts. Only you. You went to the drawer and pulled out a bright red lipstick. You put it on quickly and took off your bra. You shook your hair out and pulled it together on to one shoulder. You took a picture of yourself, the need of release rising in your own body, and sent it to him.

“I want you to look at the photo I sent you.”,you demanded and put your bra back on.
“Oh god!”,he moaned and you could hear how he pulled down his jeans.
“You’re gonna look at me while coming. Alright babe?”, you said into the phone while wiping away the lipstick and putting on the blouse. You didn’t have the nerve to pick something else. Thanks to Tom who left you all hot and bothered.
“I love you.”, you said and took your bag and your keys.
“Don’t hang up!”, he said desperatly and you chuckled triumphantly.
“I have to go now. And when I come back home we need to practice patience with you.”

“I love you too.”,he only managed to say and sounded chocked up. He wouldn’t last long. Knowing this you hung up and went out the door to go to your meeting.

The thing you didn’t tell Tom was that you’d be home earlier. You wanted to surprise him so you went into your apartment as silent as possible. You did not hear anything and wondered for a second if he was home at all. But walking towards your bedroom you heared his voice. His moaning.
You let everything fall out of your hands and stormed into the bedroom just to find him on your bed, fully naked while your picture from yesterday was on the big screen on the wall. He stopped in his movement and your mouth dropped.

“Shit. I’m starting to hallucinate.”, he cursed and pulled you out of your shock.
“Oh buddy you have no idea what you got yourself into.”,you said while taking off your clothes one by one and walking towards him.
You turned off the TV and stood at the end of the bed.
“Come here.”, you demanded and he sat up right infront of you.
“Two days in a row Holland? We will have a patience session right now.”, you told him and pulled down your panties. You sat down on his lap and put your hands on his cheeks while he put his hands on your hips.
“I missed you.”, he exhaled and placed wet kisses down your throat. You pulled his face gently back up and placed your lips onto his kissing him passionatly. You let your hand trail down his body and laid your hand around his cock. Going slowly up and down.

“Here are the rules.”, you said and looked him into his eyes still pumping his member.
“I’m going to sit down on you. We are not allowed to move. You don’t get to do anything unless I do. If you move you’re not going to get off for the next week and you know that we only have the next week together until you come back from your promo. Understood?”
You sat up on your knees and aligned his cock at your entrance and he nodded.
You let yourself down on him and put your head into your neck enjoying the sensation of him filling you out. As soon as he was completly in, you felt his hips twitch and held him down immediatly and looked down.

“Do you wanna go on without me for another two months?”, you asked looking him into his eyes and he shook his head.

“No.”

“Good. I don’t either.”, you smiled and kissed his shoulder. His hands were still on your hips and you could feel him twitching inside of you.

“So how was the time without me?”, you asked and sat up. That slightest movement made him close his eyes and groan in pleasure.
“We’re not going to talk about that right now.”,he growled and opened his eyes to glare at you. A lustfilled glare which sent shivers down your spine. You tightened your walls around him and then let go again which made him furrow his brows.
“You could’ve been fucking me sensless if you were patient enough to wait for me.”,you told him and he cursed under his breath which made you smirk.

“You were the one-…to sent me the photo.”,he swallowed hard and closed his eyes. Hardly concentrating not to move.
“You were getting off without me.”, you pouted and adjusted your legs by wrapping them around his hips. Which was again a tiny movement. But enough to drive him crazy.
“Darling I don’t know how much longer I can hold this up.”,he hissed under his breath and his grip on your hips tightened.
“Alright. You can move your hands. And you can kiss me. But keep your hip steady.”,you allowed him and he did not make you say it again. His lips crashed onto yours then moved down to your collarbone and he started sucking and biting slightly where your skin was especially sensitive. His hands moved up to your boobs and were massaging them. Your walls clenched around his cock involuntarily and a moan escaped both of your throats. When you felt the familiar knot build up in your stomach you grabbed his wrists and stopped him from going any further.
You leaned your forhead against his and closed your eyes with a big smile on your lips.

“I love you.”, you told him and he placed a butterfly kiss on your nose.
“I love you too, darling.”
You let your hands trail down his abs and up again to his neck. You leaned in and stopped right next to his ear.
“I want you to fuck me hard.”, you whispered and with that said he flipped you around and was immediatly hovering over you.
When he pulled out for the first time and pumped back in you dug your nails into his back and arched your back. Because of waiting for so long with his cock inside of you the movement felt ten times better than it would normally feel. All your senses went nuts and you couldn’t controll your body. He kept up a fast and hard pace which made you moan his name.
“You feel - so good!”, he chocked and lifted your legs around his back to have a better angle. He was hitting exactly your right spot and your walls started tightening around him as you felt the sensation growing in your lower stomach.

You grabbed on to the sheets and formed your hands into fists while leaning your head back.
Right before you were about to come you decided that it wouldn’t end like this. You changed positions so that you were on top riding him so he could be the one only enjoying. “I’m close…”, he moaned and you smiled to yourself. You yourself were not far away either.
“Open your eyes for me baby. Look at me.”, you said and looked into his beautiful brown eyes which were begging for release.
“Y/N!”,he moaned while coming and you came with him, your walls clenching around him increasing the sensation.

You both rode your high out and were left a breathless mess when you rolled off of him. You snuggled yourself into the crook of his neck and he put his arm tightly around you.
“I really should have waited.”,he said after both your breathings were normal again.
“Like Cap says: Patience pays off.”, you said and he groaned.
“Did you have to mention him? You’re killing the vibe.”, he whined and you chuckled.
“Jelaous much?”, you teased him and he huffed sarcastically.
“He isn’t the one who just had the most amazing sex ever, is he?”

“No.”, you chuckled and he placed a kiss on your temple.
“You know we were supposed to talk about normal stuff while we didn’t move. Should increase the intensity or something. That’s what soaking is all about.”, you told him while drawing small circles on his chest and placing a kiss here and there.
“Soaking, is it? How about we try round two in the shower?”, he joked and you playfully hit his shoulder.
“Shut up. I’m really tired and jetlagged.”, you chuckled and he laughed out loud.
“It did not feel like that. I can’t imagine what would have happened if you were not tired and jetlagged.”, he said and you rolled your eyes while pulling away. He grabbed your wrist and prevented you from going.

“I’m joking.”,he smiled and you placed a gentle kiss on his hand.
“I need to take a shower and clean myself up. Do you want to watch a movie or something? ”, you asked him while walking towards the bathroom.
“Sure.”, he yelled after you and you smiled to yourself.
“And I’m hungry!”, you yelled back and heared him laugh.
“I’m on it!”, he said and you closed the bathroom door.
You were absolutely in love with this impatient dork you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend.

Made with Love (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Your friendship with Peter from the beginning to the end. Because the end doesn’t always have to be something bad, it could just be the beginning of something even better. 

Or the one where you become friends with Peter, Ned, and Michelle, meet Spiderman, and have the best birthday of your life. 

Word Count: 4113

Author’s Note: This isn’t a request moreso a present because I’m trash. It was my best friend’s birthday and he loves peter parker so hERE WE ARE OKAY I LVOE YOUC AM also im working on like two cheryl requests and a general riverdale one.Requests are still open! Hope you enjoy! (Sorry for any mistakes)

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The One Who Holds Your Heart » Prince Adam

Request: Can u do a pre-cursed imagine of the reader and prince Adam? I don’t really have a plot I just love pre-cursed Adam:)))

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words: 1770

Summary: Adam is in love with you despite you being a maid.

A/N: Okay, so I really want to write a part two to this story and I will! [Name] won’t remember Adam and we’ll go on from there. Anyways, I hope you guys like this!

Part Two: The One Who Breaks The Curse

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