her blouse

Hey, listen up. You’ll be fine. Just follow this path. Run as far as you can, I promise there will be people to help you. You might not find them right away…but keep running until you do! Now go! Run! Get runnin’!

July 26th, Happy Birthday Sasha Braus 🍃

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'd like to make a request, but I'm not sure how you'd write it. Could you do the RFA+ Saeran reacting to if they were getting hot and heavy with MC and another member walked in on them? Thank you so much!

i added V because why not and thank you for the request !1!1

mucho love ೃ༄*

sorry some are longer than others i suck

nsfw >.<

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Yoosung

♥ He begged you to go to a LOLOL convention for weeks and finally you gave in

♥ After hours of walking around you grew bored and horny

♥ Last night he left you on edge as you were about to climax when an important RFA conference call came up

♥ You’ve been edgy ever since

♥ “Please…“ you begged into his ear. For the past thirty minutes you wanted to run off somewhere

♥ Finally he listened

♥ “Couldn’t wait till we got home?”

♥ "No.“              

♥ He’d try so hard to take control of the kisses it’d turn you on more, but this poor baby couldn’t keep up

♥Messy neck kisses

♥His wandering hands finally get into your pants and past your panties

♥Trying to moan his name but can’t even speak making him almost self destruct

♥"I’m so close.”

♥ Just as you were tipping over the edge, the door swings open revealing a red head

♥"There you guys are- AAAH MY BEAUTIFUL EYES” Seven plays LOLOL too. Seven wanted to meet up with you guys when he found out you both were going.

♥Seven runs away red as his hair leaving Yoosung more embarrassed than you

♥Still not satisfied till you get home where he makes up it up to you four times

Zen

♥ Zen wanted practice for his romantic lines and wanted it with you so he could make the story come to life, you of course agree

♥ “If you want me then why are you with him?” He says his line leaning closer and closer

♥ Kissing soon leads into make out session in his dressing room

♥ He sits back on the couch and pulls you on top him

♥ Feeling the beast underneath you makes you a mess

♥ Zen grips your waist and helps you grind down on him causing little moans to emanate from you

♥ “I can’t take this…” beast unleashed He groans before flipping you underneath him and grinds hard and fast, hard for you to keep up with

♥ “Ah Hyun~” fuck he gone

♥ This would’ve been a good time to remember Jaehee was stopping by for Zen to sign her new CD

♥ “Hello Zen?” Jaehee’s eyes widen in horror, “SORRY Y/N, Zen!” Before running away flustered

♥ Later, she’d scold you both for being reckless of his image.

Jaehee

♥Knowing Jaehee better than anyone, you know her schedule is so hectic because someone *cough* mista trustfundkid *cough*  who gives her useless projects all the time so you decided to bring her lunch knowing she’d forget to eat

♥ She’d be very surprised and happy and try to explain her current project leaving you confused as ever

♥ She’d try so hard to make you understand

♥  You’re leaning over the papers and get distracted on her lips rather than the cat project she was rattling off about

♥ Swoop, you kiss, taking Jaehee off guard

♥ Kisses so good she forgets where she is

♥ You unbutton her blouse and leave hickeys across her chest

♥ Small Jaehee moans

♥Fogged up glasses

♥ “Jaehee do you have those cat reports I was, Oh,” Jumin stops, “I’ll come back later…”

♥ Jaehee is s u p e r embarrassed

♥ “I’m so unprofessional.”

♥ You apologize with a bubble bath later

Jumin

♥ Jumin would randomly want to throw dinner parties for friends and colleagues

♥ Tonight was one of those nights

♥ You were trying on dresses for it when you put on a beautiful slim fitting, maroon dress that made you look hotter than hell.

♥ “No.” You hear Jumin and see him shaking his head is disapproval

♥ “What’s wrong?”

♥ “Only I’m allowed to see you in stuff like that.” He stated before walking away thinking that was the end of it

♥ It wasn’t

♥ Who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t wear? After he had ignored you for the past week, being a little tease seemed fun

♥ When guests started arriving you stepped out of your room and began greeting people

♥ You could feel his glare from across the room

♥ “Y/N, you look stunning.” Zen complimented.

♥ “Thank–” Jumin comes out of nowhere bumping into you, spilling wine on you.

♥ “Whoops, silly me,” Jumin tightly smiled before whisking you away from confused Zen, “Let’s get you changed.”  

♥ When your alone Jumin attacks  daddy jumin mode

♥ “That.” Kiss “Dress.” Kiss “Was.” Kiss “Expensive.”

♥ “I’ll buy you thousands more.”

♥ Your wine-stained, dress was soon pooled around your waist

♥ Jumin threw your panties across the room

♥ No time for foreplay he is inside you

♥ He starts ruthlessly pounding away

♥ “Hey Y/N I want to ask- AHHH NEVERMIND!” Zen screams and slams the door in record time.

♥ “Jumin, are you smiling?”

Seven/Luciel/Saeyoung

♥ You knew Seven was busy on an important case and wanted to do something special

♥ Trying to think of food you could make was hard

♥ You can’t exactly cook well

♥Deciding on pancakes seemed easy enough

♥ They weren’t

♥ Seven stepped out of his office looking for some Dr.Pepper and saw the kitchen covered in Bisquick and broken eggs

♥ “What happened?“ He’d make fun of you, but he wasn’t that much better at cooking either

♥ "I wanted to make you food, you’re so busy.” You sigh and we’re genuinely disappointed

♥ Seeing this Agent 707 Defender of Justice immediately goes with plan cheer up your girlfriend

♥ "Y/N” He grabs your chin making you look up at him, “All I want eat is you.”

♥ Right before kissing you he’d throw flour in your face

♥ “Really Seven?”

♥ He quickly kiss you to prevent the inevitable war

♥ One swift motion, you were on the messy counter and Seven was in between your legs

♥ Feeling his hardness against you made you even more turned on

♥ “S-Saeyoung.” Hearing his real name come from you… he’d die

♥ Your pants disappeared and he began leaving kisses in between your thighs

♥ He kiss everywhere except where need him

♥ “Don’t tease me~~” You’d pout, making him give in

♥ “I got groceri- Oh dear lord in the kitchen!” Saeran screamed before abandoning the groceries still screaming “The kitchen!” over and over.

V

♥V had an opening for his first photo gallery and was nervous as to if it would succeed

♥You knew it would but it seemed like he needed a confidence boost

♥You knew just the way to do it

♥You took him to the private office in the gallery and got busy

♥He was reluctant at first

♥"Y/N Are you sure? Anyone could walk in…“

♥"I locked the door.” At least you thought you did.

♥Finally he pulled you onto the desk and boy he worked fast

♥Too many kisses to keep up

♥That led into a make up session that got heated very quickly

♥Where’d his pants go ? Where’d your bra go?

♥He was already rock hard and you slide in front him, wanting to please him

♥Right as he groaned when you put him in your mouth the door swings open

♥You hit your head on the desk

♥Girlish scream and retreating footsteps equal Yoosung

♥"My office doesn’t have lock.“ Sudden realization.

♥At least the gallery went well1!1!

Saeran

♥ After months of getting help and gaining trust of the RFA members Saeran was officially invited into the RFA

♥ He helped you so much and the day of the party was finally here

♥When you entered the banquet hall Saeran immediately latch himself on you

♥"Can we leave?“ Ten minutes in.

♥"Please? I’ll make you feel good when we get home.”

♥He was horny and anti social

♥After more of his complaints you strike a bargain

♥"How about we go upstairs for little then come back down.“

♥Didn’t need to tell him twice

♥Once you reach an empty room he is all over you

♥Aggressive kisses, not that you mind

♥He began kissing down your neck until he reached your sweet spot making you moan

♥”Be quiet, don’t want anyone to hear.” he said before picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

♥Saeran pinned you under him and grinded down leaving you a mess

♥Both your clothes came off at one point

♥Mid make out the door swings open

♥ “Well, this is not the correct room.” Jumin swings right back around and leaves.

♥ “I thought you locked the door!”

♥ “I thought you did!”

♥ Saeran got up locked the door, and continued where you left off.

please just take this before i think twice abt it

please be naked

masterlist  

inspired by please be naked by the 1975  

// harry and y/n take a pink bath together after a long day 

Some things never fall out of routine. For example, the world never stops turning, the clocks never stop ticking, and Harry never runs out of pink baths to treat Y/N and himself with. The porcelain tub has been filled with two fizzing bath bombs, releasing the smell of a thousand roses to complement the pink hued petals Harry picked up at the store. The flicker of a few candles provide the little light needed for harry and Y/N’s evening. He finishes lighting the last one when y/n peers her head into the bathroom. A small smile rests on her face, feeling joy in her heart, and Harry’s lips on hers. He tastes like the strawberry champagne he bought earlier and Y/N thinks it’s delightful. Harry shrugs off Y/N’s tan peacoat that she wears almost everyday in the winter months. Her blouse is shed immediately after the heavy wool of her coat meets the floor. The mesh of their lips don’t waiver despite the challenges it brings to ridding themselves of their remaining clothes. Luckily, Harry had on a button down that Y/N so easily undid for him. Harry draws his lips away slowly, still brushing his bottom lip with Y/N’s. “Bath’s ready,” he mumbles. He leads Y/N to the bath, their fingertips loosely locked together. “Got some petals to put in here as well,” he informs her.

Y/N nods, slowly dipping herself into the water that has cooled just enough to make the heat tolerable. “They’re lovely, H,” she whispers. Harry hands her a glass of champagne before getting in himself. He rests his back at the opposite end of the tub, adoring Y/N as she puts her hair up in a bun so it doesn’t get all soapy. “Where did you get them from?”

“Farmer’s market,” Harry answers. “Had some real pretty daisies, too. Left those in the kitchen fo’ yeh.” He reaches a hand out for Y/N to take. Gracefully, she’s pulled to his side of the tub, her back against his chest and his arms resting over her tummy.  He places a gentle kiss to her temple as she rests her arms over Harry’s, finding his hands once again hold in her own. Her fingers slot themselves in between his. The water settles from all the movement but the softest waves continue to reach up the sides, the petals floating in different directions, feeling free from the stems that once held them together.

Bathtime is always very mellow for the two of them. Words seem unnecessary, too much of an effort to mutter out when the two of them talk to strangers for a living. The soft hum of their favorite bathtime playlist and the low crackle of the wood wicks from their candles are just enough. Occasionally, Harry would tell Y/N everything she already knows like how beautiful she is or how much Harry loves her. He doesn’t mind when she doesn’t say it back because he knows how sleepy she gets while taking a bath, and when Y/N’s sleepy, words take too much energy. She just nods and kisses Harry wherever she can. She mostly kisses his collarbone or the swallows that she loves so much.

The only thing determining when it’s time to get out is when the water gets too cold and their fingers and toes resemble the raisins in the trail mix Y/N buys from Costco. Harry and Y/N live very hectic lives, often feeling like everything around them moves faster than the speed of light. it’s hard to keep up with the demands of their jobs, however it’s easy to forget the small moments that make them feel like time is on their side.


Pink water twirls down the drain, leaving the wilted petals at the bottom of the tub. Harry and Y/N have already made their way to bed, her head rising and falling on Harry’s chest as he breathes. “Ever think about what life would be like if we never met?” Y/N ponders a 1 A.M. thought.

Harry shakes his head even though Y/N can’t see his action. “No, too painful to imagine what it would be like without you.” His fingers are in their usual spot, combing through Y/N’s ridiculously soft hair. Her brows crease at Harry’s answer, she pushes her weight on him to sit up. He follows suit, leaning his weight on an elbow. “What?” He chuckles curiously, gingerly tucking strands of Y/N’s hair behind her ear. Y/N shakes her head, not sure of what to say. She always seems to come up with these existential like questions after midnight. “Do you not know how important you are to me?”

Y/N shakes her head again, “No, no of course I do. I just wonder what-”

“Hey,” Harry stops her. He kisses her lips sweetly, his nose brushing her cheek before he pulls away. “I need you like the moon needs the sun. The moon doesn’t shine if weren’t for the sun and I wouldn’t be able to do half the things I’m doing  if it weren’t for you.” Y/N closes her eyes when she feels Harry’s lips on hers. “Love you, so much,” he mumbles. He lays them back down, Y/N in Harry’s arms, where she belongs. He’s strong and warm and never hold on too tightly, fearing he’ll suffocate her. Y/N wouldn’t mind, though. She’s been drowning in his love for so long, not being able to breathe from his contact wouldn’t be so bad. Sleeping without contact feels weird, anyways. It’s lonely. Especially since Harry and Y/N spend so much time apart. Sharing the bed isn’t enough. Having a king mattress is a waste, they’d be perfectly fine in a twin. Harry sets one last kiss on Y/N’s temple before letting his head drop to the pillow. Little hums vibrate against his lips as he sends him and Y/N off to a much needed slumber.

The Way I Feel Inside (Part 2)

Summary: Part 2 to The Way I Feel Inside

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff? idk

Word Count: 1914

A/N: Well, it’s finally here. Sorry for such a long wait guys but I’ve just been busier than I expected. But, I’ve had some time lately to work on this and I’m sorry if it sucks. This was meant to be only two parts, but I’ve decided that it might just be a series. Please let me know what you guys think!

Originally posted by cast-away-my-doubt

It started with the room.

You rolled your eyes as Eggsy flirted with the cute hotel receptionist. He had been silent the entire flight to Paris. Of course, as soon as the attractive woman unbuttoned some of her blouse he was quite the chatterbox.

The hotel wasn’t the best the Kingsmen could offer, but they were being careful with their resources. No one wanted to risk anymore agents getting arrested, which meant a temporary frugal lifestyle for field agents.

From the outside, it appeared more of a prison than anything. You were sure you had seen the beginnings of a mugging on the ride there, and upon entering you noticed that the cold stayed with you. No heat. In the middle of winter. Lovely.

“Rupert, darling,” you started in the horrid accent your persona called for. Eggsy turned to you immediately, the receptionist forgotten. You yawned, unintentionally proving the point in your next words, “I think it’s time we headed up to our room.”

“Of course, love,” Eggsy replied in the same inflection, though it complimented his voice much better than yours. With a parting wink towards the blushing receptionist, Eggsy joined you in walking to your room.

For a moment there was silence. Then you couldn’t help but state, “You know you can’t be doing stuff like that, unless you want us to be compromised.”

“You’d best be worrying about yourself, Y/N.” He snapped back. “Unlike you, I have more than enough field experience to get this job done just fine on my own.”

You stopped mid-step, forcing him to as well. “Where the hell is all of this coming from?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You being an asshole is what I’m talking about. Ever since you came back from that mission in the Kremlin, you’ve been nothing but rude to me.”

Something flashed in Eggsy’s eyes, an emotion you couldn’t discern due to its swiftness. “Sorry if I don’t shower you with the same doting attention as everyone else at headquarters.”

You took a step back. “Eggsy I thought we were friends. Just because Princess Tilde’s getting married doesn’t mean you have to snap at me.”

“What does any of this have to do with Princess Tilde?”

“I don’t know. You tell me because Roxy says that that’s the reason you’ve been behaving like such a dick. Or is there something else no one wants to tell me?”

Eggsy just shook his head and opened the door to your room. Just the same as the rest of the hotel, it appeared rather dingy. It consisted of only one bed, a dresser, and a TV originating from back in the 70s. You headed into the bathroom, ready to change and sleep this trip away. When you exited, you found Eggsy making a make-shift bed on the floor.

“Really, Eggsy? You’re gonna catch a damn cold if you lay down there.”

“Well since I’m such a dick don’t you think I deserve that?”

“Maybe, but I need my partner to be in tip-top condition for this mission.” Sliding underneath the thin covers, you lifted the other side in a sort of invitation. He hesitated. “Eggsy,” you sighed, your sleepiness present in your voice, “just get in the damn bed already.”

He stood, though he did not appear very happy about it. He slid in next to you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate the extra warmth. You turned to face away from him, placing your hand underneath your head as you closed your eyes in an attempt to sleep.

A cool wind blew from outside. Due to the thin walls of the shithole of a hotel, the breeze came straight into the room. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and you released a shiver.

Without any warning, a large, muscular arm wrapped around your waist. You turned to find your eyes centimeters away from a broad chest you had tried your damn hardest not to picture for the longest time.

You glanced up to meet Eggsy’s eyes. If you allowed yourself, you could get lost in them. But what good would that do? He didn’t see you in that way. And after what happened with Dean… you couldn’t fall for another agent again.

“I need you to be in tip-top condition too, you know,” Eggsy whispered, his warm breath fanning over your face.

You snorted in disagreement. “I’m the worst partner to have. Or have you forgotten how I got this?” You motioned to the stitches on your right arm.

He traced them with his fingers, ever so lightly. He remained silent, his attention solely on the wound, before he said. “You know, Y/N, you do this thing with your nose when you lie.”

“I do not,” you scoffed in disbelief.

He smirked the slightest bit. “Yeah, you do.”

Rolling your eyes, you snuggled a bit closer to Eggsy (for warmth of course). The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a deep sleep.

(Eggsy POV)

I stared at her as she slept. Not that I was being a creep. It’s just… she was beautiful, a real crumpet as the lads would say back home.

She looked so peaceful as she slept. Gone were the tense shoulders and furrowed brow. Those bags under her eyes, I reckoned she hadn’t slept in ages.

Man… I had really mucked up this time haven’t I?

Y/N was right, I was being a git. I couldn’t help it though. Her words replayed in my head all hours of the day.

“If you’re trying to imply I feel something for Eggsy, then you might need more rest than I do.”

Was I really that bad? She turned me down before I could even make a move. And now I definitely wouldn’t be able to because…

I released a sigh. Another breeze ran through the room. She shivered and scooted closer until her head rested in the crook of my neck. I couldn’t resist the urge to press my lips against the top of her head. The scent of coconuts invaded my senses. Damn, her hair always smelled excellent.

I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to end my day every day like this. With a better room of course, but me and her, in a bed (not even in a sexual way), with my arm wrapped around her. This felt so much better than waking up every morning with a cold spot next to me, just waiting to be filled by someone… by her.

Man… I had mucked this up big time.

(Time Skip – Back to Reader’s POV)

You awoke to find yourself laying across Eggsy’s chest, both of his arms wrapped around you securely. For a moment, you reveled in the feeling of someone holding you, of the warmth he gave off. Then you felt something pressing against your upper thigh.

Oh. My. God. You thought to yourself.

Picking up  your head, you glanced at Eggsy to find himself deeply asleep. Once again you succumbed to the urge to just watch him and take him in. Sure, it was a creepy thing to do, but could anyone blame you. As you took in his features, you thought back to how kind he had been when you were falling asleep, and hoped maybe he wouldn’t act like a dick and that it had just been a phase.

“I know I’m handsome, darling, but there’ll be plenty of time to stare at the gala tonight.” You stumbled out of your thoughts to see a pair of twinkling blue eyes staring at you. “What do you say to a day out in Paris before we need to get ready, love?”

You nodded your head, your heart warming as you realized he would indeed be in brighter spirits than the past week. With a smile you untangled yourself from his arms, “I’ll go get ready, then.”

(Another Time Skip to the Good Stuff, Don’t Want Any Boring Bits)

You and Eggsy walked through the streets, arm in arm. You stuck close to his side, for his warmth of course.

Snow was a rarity in Paris, but of course you two had come at just the right day. Sure, it wasn’t terrible, but you were quite susceptible to the cold.

Eggsy didn’t say anything about you clinging to him however. In a way, to you it seemed as though he welcomed it, even going so far as to wrap an arm around you.

He led you to a cafe which he and Roxy had once frequented when they went on a joint holiday. Merlin forced them to take a break from the business, and neither had a romantic partner to spend it with, so the two figured it’d be better to be in the company of a friend rather than alone.

Upon entering, you grinned at the warmth and aroma of coffee. The hostess led you both to a booth and Eggsy took your jacket before allowing you to slide in. You took off your gloves. His eyes slid to the ring on your left hand. A ring he himself had picked out from the Kingsman’s stash of jewelry.

“Bonjour, monsieur et mademoiselle. Je m'appelle Mathieu. How may I serve such a lovely couple on this fine morning?”

Good morning, good sir. May I have a coffee, black, and a chocolate croissant.” You kept your head down so neither male could see your eyes widen and your jaw slacken at just how damn good Eggsy’s French sounded. It rolled off his tongue with ease, as though he truly was a native here.

“Et toi, belle femme?”

May I have a chai latte and a chocolate croissant as well?” Your words may not have been as effortless or as smooth as Eggsy’s, but they would work.

“But of course, mademoiselle. Such a beautiful woman must have a lovely name, I assume?”

“Amara Foix,” you replied with a glance to Eggsy.

And I am Rupert,” he introduced.

Well, Mr. and Mrs. Foix, I will bring your order up straight away. It should only take but a few moments.” And with that, your waiter was off.

In the time you waited for your breakfast, you and Eggsy talked about multiple things. Your families, your friends, and you even traded some stories from your youth. You had missed this companionship with Eggsy, especially how he could always make you laugh.

When Mathieu came back, you were covering your wide smile with your hand whilst Eggsy just stared at you in wonder. You blushed, and accepted your drink and croissant from the waiter.

“How long have the two of you been together?”

Three years,” you and Eggsy answered simultaneously.

“Le coup de foudre,” Eggsy whispered, causing you to blush even more and the waiter to smile out of happiness for us.

You two are very lucky. That sort of love is rare. Let me know if I could be of any more assistance.” With that, Mathieu was gone again.

You and Eggsy continued your easy going chatter for a while, but natural calls. “Excuse me, love,” you said, as you stood and went to search for a bathroom.

He watched you go with a smile on his face. Maybe, just maybe, he would allow himself to pretend that this was all real. That you were madly in love with him, that you two really were newlyweds.

No matter the heartbreak it may cause him in the end.

A/N: Please let me know what you guys think of this. And yes, there will be a part 3

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Freshman Year In Queens Would Include...

- Moving to Queens and transferring to Midtown High School of Science and Technology.

~ Or as you put it: “The nerd school where I will literally be a loser amidst losers.”

- Meeting Peter Parker and Ned Leeds in seventh period math class. You arrived late and had to sit in the back between their desks. They don’t pay you much attention until Evelyn O’ Connor sticks gum in your hair while the teacher is out of the classroom. 

- Your previous shy and quiet demeanor changes to boss ass bitch attitude in a matter of seconds. Instead of exploding you calmly picked the gum from your hair and and used it to stick a “kick me” sign on Evelyn’s back.

~ SHE DOESN’T NOTICE?

- The entire rest of the period is you making rude hand gestures and faces at Evelyn’s back while Peter and Ned try not to laugh. Ned loses it when you manage to draw a dick on the back of Evelyn’s expensive white blouse without her knowing.

~ The teacher asks why you guys are laughing and you have a mini heart attack, terrified that they will tell on you.

~ Peter says he told a funny joke and the teacher believes him. You almost hug him right then and there.

- Ned invited you to sit with them at lunch.

- Meeting Flash Thompson for the first time when he tips over Ned’s food tray because “He doesn’t need to eat anymore or he’ll get even fatter.”

~ Yelling at Flash until he gives Ned enough money to buy more lunch plus ten bucks as a fee for being an asshole. 

~ “DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN YOU POOR EXCUSE FOR A MAN! NOW PAY FOR HIS DAMN LUNCH AND SUFFER WHILE I TEACH YOU HOW TO MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS BECAUSE NED IS PERFECT THE WAY HE IS AND YOU CAN JUST SHUT UP!”

- You are now den mother and certified protector of Ned Leeds and Peter Parker.

- Denying that Peter is cute but secretly hoping that he would like you back until you find out he likes Liz Allan. After that you focus on getting him to ask Liz out because compared to her you look like the inside of someone’s asshole. (Which is sad but come on, everyone looks like trash compared to Liz Allan. (And did you get the Deadpool reference?))

~”PETER PARKER JUST ASK HER OUT ALREADY!”

~”ARE YOU INSANE?! Oh you are, aren’t you?”

- Friday Movie Nights at Peter’s apartment are born and they are EPIC. Peter always wants to watch Star Wars and you want Star Trek. (It usually ends in a pillow fight.) Ned asks for Disney movies and gets a pillow chucked at his head.

- You sign up for debate club and Model United Nations where you meet Michelle Jones, who quickly becomes your friend. Together you slay the competition at meetings.

- Peter joins photography (cuz I wanted some of Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker in the mix.) and the mathletes with Ned.

- Actually getting top marks and sometimes outsmarting Peter, which he is not happy about. You are one of the smartest people in your grade, no doubt.

- Calling Michelle nicknames like “Mickey” and “Mick” even though it drives her crazy. 

- Discovering Peter has social anxiety like you and offering to have lunch in the storage closet if the cafeteria is too hectic. 

- Having a code word for when one of you has a panic attack or is feeling stressed. 

~ Having a code word for EVERYTHING ranging from “I’m bored let’s skip class” to “Oh my god Liz Allan is walking this way act cool.”

- Becoming VERY protective of the gang. A senior once tried to trick Peter on Senior Prank Day and you stared him down until the poor guy ran away. 

- Finding out Peter’s parents died and he lives with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben. 

~ Growing to love May like a mother and always hanging out at the Parker residence. 

- Freshman year ends with a bang. (No seriously like a fifth of the kids “do the do” on the last day IN SCHOOL and it’s kinda gross.)

- Uncle Ben dies and you stay at Peter’s apartment for a week to keep him company, not knowing he blames himself for Uncle Ben’s death. Peter never told you how Uncle Ben died but you refrained from asking. 

- Spiderman makes headlines as the new crime fighting vigilante and captures your interest. 

- You were walking home from an internship a Stark Industries™ and saw your favorite bookstore being robbed. For some stupid reason you decided to delay the robbers until the cops could arrive. 

~ “HEY UGLY! Considering the fact that you’re a criminal, I don’t think you’d be too smart-so why are ya looting a book store?”

~ Realizing the guy has two other friends and the only thing that goes through your mind is “oh shit.”

- A bigger guy holds the knife to your throat and keeps you hostage until Spiderman swings through the window to help. 

~ Him taking down all the bad guys except the one who is holding you at knife point. 

~ “Don’t come any closer or I’ll kill her faster than you can say Spiderman. Now let go of my buddies, leave the cash on the ground and I’ll give her ba-”

~ You kick the robber in the crotch and knock him to the ground, grabbing his knife and pointing it at him. 

~ “You know you should really keep the monologue short if ya want to get away. Just saying.”

- Spiderman being in awe at what you did.

~ “How did you-He just-You took down a guy with a knife!” 

- Rushing home to find Peter pacing around, waiting for you.

~ “You tried to stop a robbery?”

“How did you-”

“It was-uh… on the news?”

- You dismissed the nervous tone to his voice. The two of you ended up pretending not to cuddle on the couch, even though Peter’s arm was around your waist and your head was on his shoulder.

- The rest of the summer went quickly, the only eventful thing being your promotion at Stark Industries™ from unpaid intern to lab assistant. 


More Than Friends (Bill Skarsgård)

Originally posted by karlmordo

Based upon: Being Bill’s makeup artist on the set of It. As filming goes on, you start to think of him as more than a friend. Fearing you’ll let something slip, you act more reserved around him, causing him to wonder what is wrong. Near the end of the shoot, you confess your feelings and he reciprocates, leading to sex back at your place.

Getting paid to do someone’s makeup was what she considered to be the greatest job on the planet. However, the people one works with can really make or break the experience. Being hired to do makeup for Pennywise and the kids of the Losers Club in the newest adaptation of It was a dream come true. Never before had she been hired to create such a complex look, it was challenging and exciting.

Bill was the nicest person she ever met, thought she ever would meet. After some months of daily makeup sessions, the two became friends.


“How was filming today?” She asked him as he climbed into her trailer.

“Good. We shot my forest scenes today.” He replied, giving her a smile.

She cringed, “Don’t smile. At least not until I take that makeup off.”

He rolled his eyes before shutting the door behind him and made his way over to her, dressed in his regular clothes. She was busy taking out makeup removers, a face cloth, cleansers and moisturizers; everything she needed to take off the product. So he sat down in his chair in front of the large mirror which was adorned with lightbulbs covering the frame.

She came up behind him, her eyes meeting his in the reflection. “You look ugly.” She joked, her eyes playful.

He snorted, “Yeah, yeah. Get on with it.”

She carefully removed his wig and placed it on the counter before slipping her fingers under the cap which covered his hair. He closed his eyes with relief when she pulled it off, freeing his hair. She glanced at him, noticing he was massaging his head and laughed loudly.

“You try wearing that thing all day.” He complained.

“I have, just not that one.” She smirked.

She grabbed the bottle of hydrating remover and removed the cap, letting the liquid soak through the cloth before dragging the fabric over his forehead. The white product came off easily, making the white of the cloth even brighter.

“Close your eyes.” She said softly.

His pale eyes met her dark ones before he closed them. The fabric ran over his face, making his skin feel healthier, clean and fresh.


“Alright, time for your favourite part.” She joked. She liked to tell him that he was getting a free facial everyday, so he should be thankful and totally in her dept.

“You know me well.” He laughed back.

He liked the feeling of her smart fingers tracing over his skin, especially with his eyes closed.

“I can’t believe we’re wrapping soon.” He confessed as her hands worked wonders on his skin.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Only one week left.” She remembered.

She wiped toner over his freshly cleansed face, pushing his hair back when she cleaned his forehead.

“I’m glad I won’t be scaring everyone on set everyday.”

She giggled, “I think you’ll continue to do that anyway.”

His eyes flew open, filled with faux shock.

“You wound me.” He replied, holding a hand over his heart.

She swatted at him before admitting: “You couldn’t even do that if you tried. They have to hire me to make you look hideous.”

He closed his eyes again as she began to rub a gentle moisturizer into his temples.

“Mm, are you saying I’m incredibly handsome?” He questioned.

“Yes.” She said simply, her lips moving faster than her brain.

She mentally cringed and reached to grab more moisturizer so he wouldn’t feel her hands stiffen. She liked Bill. Scratch that, she really like Bill. After months of doing his makeup everyday, watching him film some scenes and grabbing lunch together almost everyday, she had a hard time seeing him as just a friend.

He cracked one eye open and watched her as she rubbed more cool product over his sharp cheekbones. She avoided making any eye contact with him.


“Okay, I’m all done.” She said quickly.

She grabbed all of the products and materials that she had brought out and walked to the opposite end of the trailer. She had her back to him as she placed everything back on the shelves.

He is Bill Skarsgård, world famous actor who was born into an acting family. With a large group of dedicated fans and following, she assumed he would just say a quick “Goodbye” and leave for the day. He was up at five am to begin makeup and then shot a solid amount of footage while wearing a stuffy costume and full face of make up in the summer heat of Toronto. So when she felt hands slip onto her waist, she froze were she was, her hand gripping the bottle of toner tightly.

He stepped closer to her, his body flush against her back.

Slowly, she removed her hand from the bauble and placed it alongside her other on the counter. She was conflicted, did not know how to truly feel about his contact.

“Bill…”

He turned her around to face him. He saw she was biting her lip nervously, arms limp at her sides. He moved his hands up from her waist to her neck, then cheek as he looked into her eyes. Her chest was rising and falling heavily causing her breasts to swell against her blouse.

He leant down to her height and pressed his lips against hers, combing his hand through her soft hair. She stood frozen for a second before melting into his touch, responding with as much desire as he did. Her hands wrapped around him, gripping his back tightly as her lips moved against his.

Suddenly, he backed her into the counter, emitting a moan from her. God, he wanted her. After months of getting to know her, having her do his makeup and laugh with him; he wanted nothing more than to finally show her how much she mattered to him.

He moved his hands to the back of her thighs, “Jump.” He mumbled between kisses.

She wrapped her dress pant clothed legs around his hips and her arms wove their way around the back of his neck, fingers tangling and pulling at his locks.

He moved his smooth lips down her neck, kissing, sucking and biting as he went. He back arched into him and he gripped her hips harder, making her head dip back.

“Do you wanna… go to m-my place?” She breathed.

He gave her lips a swift kiss, “Yes.”


She un-clasped the buttons of her navy blue blouse as she straddled Bill’s lanky body. Once all the buttons were open, she slowly slid the sleeves down from her shoulders, exposing her red push up bra. He grinned up at her.

He let her take off his belt before he flipped her over and began go peel off her pants and then his own as she tugged off his shirt.

He almost moaned at the sight of her; chest beating heavily, breasts heaving wilding, tousled hair, parted lips.

He wanted to touch every inch of her.


Her whole body buzzed with adrenaline and pleasure, it was so overwhelming that it felt unreal. There was absolutely no way that Bill Skarsgård was having sex with her, touching her like no one else could. Yet, he was.

She wanted to moan loudly, scream his name and cry out but despite everything that happened that day, she chose to stifle her moans so they only came out a sharp breaths.

He hit deep inside her and she clawed on his back, holding him desperately as to not make a sound.

Another thrust sent her head against his shoulder, her moan being muffled by his hot skin.

“I want to hear you.” He said deep and huskily.

She let her head fall back onto the pillow beneath her and she wholeheartedly gave herself to him.

“B-Bill.” She moaned as he pushed deep inside of her.

Her back arched into his touch and he swore: “Shit. God… Y/N.”

It hit hard, fast and all to powerful, bringing her over the edge and crying his name. He followed soon after.


They laid in her bed, panting and hot. She had her head rested on his chest and his arm was wrapped around her body, keeping her close to him. She reached for his free hand and intertwined their fingers. He pressed a soft kiss to their hands.

“Bill?” She looked up at him.

“Hm?”

“I’m going to miss you a lot.” She whispered quietly, looking at their adjoined hands.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He said simply, giving her hand a squeeze.

“You mean?”

“What I mean is,” He pushed her onto her back and sat above her, “I love you. I don’t want to go anywhere. That is, if you’ll have me?” He finished, gazing into her stunning eyes.

Those orbs began to tear up.

“Yes… of course.” Her voice shook with happiness.

He smiled at her and her lips spread widely back.

Apple of my Eye

pairing : Jonathan Byers x reader

warnings : smut kinky!

requests : none

a/n : happy halloween! here’s some stranger things smut to get you in the spooky spirit:))


Jonathan was lazily sitting against the living room chair as his mother and her new boyfriend Bob were watching mindless tv. Will had gone out with his friends and the only other halloween type thing going on was a party that he wasn’t even invited to.

When the phone rang, Jonathan practically leaped up and raced over to get away from the disgusting sight of the two new lovers cuddling on the couch. He happily answered to hear the sound of his girlfriend’s voice cutting though.

“Hey, are you coming to the party?” She asked cheerily.

“I wasn’t planning on it but if you’re going I’ll come.” Jonathan smiled as he shoved his other hand into his pocket and rocked back and forth on his heels.

“Great, do you want to pick me up or will I meet you there?”

“I’ll just pick you up,” Jonathan offered.

“Sounds great, make sure you dress up!” She exclaimed. I hung up and grabbed my denim jacket off the back of the dining room chair.

“Jonathan, where are you going?” His mom called from the couch.

“(Y/N) and I are going to a halloween party, I’ll see you later.” He called to the both of them.

“Oooh who’s (Y/N)?” Bob asked. Jonathan simply rolled his eyes as he shrugged on his jacket and slipped on his sneakers. He opened the door, purposely slamming the door a little harder than normal to express his dissatisfaction with Joyce’s new man.

Jonathan turned the keys in the car, pressing onto the gas as he drove to his girlfriends house to pick her up.

When he reached the front of her house, he exited the car and went up, knocking at the front door.

She greeted him with a warm smile but it quickly turned into a frown as she eyed him up and down.

“Where on earth is your costume?” She gasped at his lack of halloween spirit.

“Right here, I’m dressing up as a person who hates to wear costumes.” Jonathan joked earning a laugh from (Y/N). She bounded to the car like a little puppy and Jonathan trailed behind, taking in the view of his exquisite girlfriend like she was framed in an art museum.

They both entered the car and Jonathan headed to the direction of the party.

Once they arrived it was obvious that the party wasn’t quite their speed. But, nevertheless, they entered the house being greeted by very few and the only people they really considered their friends.

“I’m going to get us some drinks.” (Y/N) said, her voice slightly strained having to yell over the music.

“Is that a good idea?” Jonathan asked and she placed her hands on her hips.

“No, it’s a great idea. Come on Jonny, let’s have some fun. After all we don’t ever get to do this.” She says as she’s already walking over, filling up two red solo cups with a liquid that had a very strong smell of alcohol. She handed me a cup with a large grin and I returned with a small smile, letting the alcoholic beverage burn down my throat as we drank.

My eyes squeezed shut at the taste and I looked over to see she was the exact same.

It didn’t take long for the alcohol to kick in, and (Y/N) made her way to the dance floor along with the rest of the drunk teens. Swaying her hips back and forth in a sloppy motion. Jonathan chuckled at her as she danced. He didn’t understand how someone could still look so beautiful even at the state they were in. He was also sure that the alcohol had taken over when his feet began moving closer and closer to her. He placed his hands along her hips and swayed with her to the intense music.

Resting his head in the crook of her neck, Jonathan tightened the grip of his fingers around (Y/N)’s waist. Her hips dig into him with each sway and Jonathan could feel himself beginning to grow harder with each act of friction.

“What do you say we take this home?” Jonathan whispered in her ear and she nodded frantically.

Jonathan pushed her up against his bedroom door as he finished slamming it shut.

“What about your mom? Will?” (Y/N) questioned as he bit down on her neck and began to unbuttoned her blouse.

“That’s easy, Will is spending the night at Mike’s and my mom is off screwing her boyfriend in some random location.” He answered.

“Just like what I’m about to do.” As he grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up, pinning her up to the door as he captured her lips in a rough kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her hands flew into his mess of hair, tugging harshly at the strands cause him to let out a growl.

Jonathan shrugged the jacket off his body and discarded (Y/N)’s shirt as well. Jonathan roughly threw kisses down her body as she let her head fall back against the wooden door.

Soon Jon threw her onto the bed, hovering over to her as he feverly placed his lips on her once more.

As her hands clawed down his back, his hand made their way under her jeans and slowly slipping a finger inside her. She let out a gasp at the sudden feeling and Jonathan smirked.

“Are you this wet for me baby?” He asked as he began to pump now two fingers through her.

“Yes Jonathan, yes.” She cried out in pleasure.

“What’s my name?” Jonathan said sternly as he stopped his actions.

“Daddy.” She said quietly under her breath.

“That’s right,” Jonathan smiled and continued his actions of pumping his fingers, now at a faster speed. (Y/N) became a moaning mess at the friction.

She went for his jeans, unbuckling his belt and then pushing down his jeans.

“What do you want? Huh?” Jonathan whispered huskily in her ear.

“I need you.” She said breathlessly.

“You need to be more specific.”

“I need you to fuck me daddy.” She pleaded and Jonathan’s smirk grew.

“You’re wish is my command.” He smiled. Jonathan practically ripped of the rest of her clothing off as well as his own clothing.

He wasted no time in filling her up and they both let out a deep moan at the satisfying feeling. Jonathan began thrusting, hard and fast and (Y/N) grinded into him to create more friction.

Jonathan grabbed onto a chunk of (Y/N)’s hair and pulling on it roughly making her groan in pain but in pleasure as well. (Y/N) violently dug her nails in the flesh on his back and Jonathan’s thrusts started to become sloppy and losing rhythm.

“I-I’m close.” (Y/N) stuttered our, her voice cracking and practically gone.

“I know baby, me too. Come for daddy.” He growled deeply in her ear. His head ducked down, biting onto her sweet spot on her neck, sucking hard and sending her over the each.

Letting the wave of pleasure wash over, Jonathan came down from his high as well. Though they were both already tired, they rode out their highs until they we finished. (Y/N)’s legs were uncontrollably shaking at the force of her orgasm and once Jonathan removed himself from her, his confidence faded as he looked at her almost lifeless body.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly as he pushed back her hair.

“Never better.” She smiled and placed a sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Originally posted by youffievalentine