him in this suit crawling on the floor

anonymous asked:

can i prompt touch starved tony who loves any and all physical contact he has? someone puts a hand on his shoulder? amazing! someone lens into his side at movie night? the best! someone actually hugs him? omg! the avengers start to notice and perhaps do something about it?

Tony is a puppy. He soaks up affection like a sponge. (I threw in some Bucky because I wanted sleepy, helpless Tony.) Look out for under the cut!

Natasha noticed first. She had a leg up on everyone though, having been sent to spy on him. She’d noticed when Pepper would reach out to casually touch him—a pat on the shoulder, playing with his hair, sliding her foot up his calf—and Tony would look ecstatic. At least, as ecstatic as an emotionally constipated person could look. At first she’d thought it was flirting, and Tony was happy to finally have it reciprocated.

But then Jim Rhodes had stopped by and swept Tony up into a hug that brought his feet off the ground, and Tony had made a happy little noise that had… done something to her heart. While Rhodes was visiting, it seemed like they were always touching, whether it was an arm over Tony’s shoulders or Tony pressing his feet against Rhodes’s thigh.

Happy was touchy-feely with Tony, too. Even after boxing matches, when they were both bruised and sometimes bloody but always smiling, they’d lean their shoulders together, or Happy would be escorting Tony somewhere and keep a hand on his elbow. Tony didn’t even fuss, even though usually he would bitch about not needing anyone’s protection.

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Best Friends || Peter Parker Imagine

Word Count: 1,850

Requests: Hiiii! Could you pretty please do a Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader, where she, Peter and Ned are best friends in high school and Ned is the first one to notice Peter has a total crush on her. Fast forward to noticing she feels the same and trying to get them together? Bonus points for Spiderman? Thank youuuu 😘😘 @betty234

ahhh i’m in love with your blog!!! also very much in love with spider-man (tom holland….) soooo if you’re still taking requests, would you write one about peter parker being your best friend but obviously both of you like each other so you go do “couple-ish” things like cuddling while watching movies, etc. but one day you go out shopping (him carrying your bags whilst trying on clothes haha) and something happens so he has to go fight crime but ends up coming back, etc., fluffy/cute. ty! xx

A/N:I tried my best

Originally posted by dailytomholland

not my gif

Y/N looked around the cafeteria looking for her best friends, Peter and Ned. She has been friends with them ever since the 4th grade when they took her to the nurse’s office after she scraped her knee at recess. They instantly clicked and have been inseparable since.

She spotted a head of light brown locks(i swear his hair is slightly reddish though), Peter Parker. Y/N walked up to the table that him and Ned are sitting at, clutching the now wrinkled paper in her hand. “Guys! I passed my math test!” She squealed as she sat down in front of the boys. Ned smiled. “That’s great! What grade did you get?” He asked with the smile still there.

“I got a 97! Ms. Busch said I got the best grade in the class.” She said still grinning. “You should be thanking me for helping you study.” Peter said with a cheeky smile on his face. “Why thank you Peter Parker,my knight in shinning armor, for helping me not fail the worst class in the world.” Y/N stated dramatically. Ned started dying with laughter even though it wasn’t that funny.

“So, what’d you guys do over the weekend?” She asked as she started eating the food off of Peter’s plate.

“I watched all of the Star Wars movies. It was awesome.” Ned told. “What about you Pete?” Y/N asked again.

“What? Oh, I-I went to the movies with…. with my Aunt! Yeah, yeah with May.” Peter answered awkwardly. Ned looked at him with a ‘dude, your'e such a fucking liar’ look, on his face. “Well that’s cool. What movie did you see?” Y/N asked while having a look of confusion on her face due to Peter’s sudden awkwardness. “Well, that’s the thing, it was some chick flick. I don’t really remember the name.” Peter lied. It’s not like Peter could tell her that he was busy beating bad guys up and getting his ass beat as his alter ego, Spider-Man.

The three of them continued talking about random nothings until they heard the bell ring, signalling the end of the lunch period. The three of them started heading to their next class, Chemistry, which they gladly had together. Y/N walked to the class and put her backpack on the lab table with her head on top, groaning. “I don’t want to be here.” She groaned as her friends laughed at her. “It’s alright. We’ll get through this together.” Peter said with mock sympathy while patting her back. Y/N gave him a childish glare as she sat up to see Ned staring at his 2 friends with an odd look on his face.

“What are you staring at?” Peter asked as he looked at Ned, who was looking between his friends “Oh, it’s nothing.” He replied with sarcasm and a small, almost non existent smirk on his face while Peter just shrugged it off. Y/N just groaned again as she pulled out her notebook from her bag. The tardy bell hadn’t rung yet so the trio continued their conversation from lunch Under the table, Peter reached for Y/N’s hand. Their hands intertwined with each other like it was routine, because it was. The two held hands all the time because it was something that came so naturally to them.

“So, do you guys want to go to the mall this Saturday? I have nothing to do, and I want to hang with my best buds.” Y/N asked with a smile on her face. “I can’t. I am swamped with homework.” Ned answered, sounding over exaggerated. Peter knew that Ned was just trying to set him up with Y/N, due to his forever-long crush on the girl. “What about you Petey? Are you just going to leave me hanging by myself?” She asked sarcastically.

Peter chuckled as he lightly squeezed her hand. “I would never leave you hanging.” He said just before the bell rang, silently thanking Ned for having too ‘much homework’.

“Since you never leave me hanging, do you want to stay the night on Friday since we’re hanging out Saturday?” Y/N whispered to Peter. “Sure, I gotta tell May though.” He whispered back with a smile as he leaned back into his chair to listen to the teacher.


Friday quickly approached and the two friends soon walked to Y/N’s house together.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Y/N asked as she hopped on her bed in her PJs, next to Peter. “Whatever movie you want to watch.” He replied.

“You are too corny, Mr.Parker.” She said as she picked up a dvd that was on her bedside table. She opened the case and put the disk in her laptop. Y/N wrapped her hands around Peter’s torso, and she draped her leg over his. Peter put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. This was completely normal for them.

Halfway through the movie Y/N fell asleep on Peter’s chest. Peter smiled lovingly at the girl on top of him thinking about all the reasons he loved her. There was too many to count.


“This looks so bad.” She complained to her friend whom was carrying all of her bags while waiting outside of the fitting rooms of one of her favorite stores. “Come on. It can’t loo that bad. Let me see.“Peter begged as he placed the bags down on the floor. Y/N walked out of the dressing room wearing a dress that looked absolutely stunning on her. Peter just stared,with his mouth opened a bit.

"In what world does this look bad? You look amazing.” Peter gushed as he admired his best friend. “This is why we are friends, Peter Parker. You are the sweetest person I have ever met.” Y/N stated. Peter’s phone buzzed as Y/N went back into the dressing room to change back to her regular clothes.

Peter got a notification from Twitter. There was an armed robbery happening a few blocks from the mall he was just at. He didn’t want to leave Y/N alone but, people could get hurt. “Y/N? Listen I, I gotta go. Something came up. I’m sorry.” He shouted to the door as he sped off to his house to get his suit. “Wait, what? Peter!?” Y/N yelled as she tried to pull of the rest of the dress.

Y/N left the dressing room to see all of her bags on the floor, where her best friend should’ve been.


Y/N left the mall after buying the dress. She hailed a cab to get home.

About two hours after she got home, it was already dark out. Y/N was in her room, scrolling on her phone when she heard a loud knock on her window. Nobody ever knocked on her window so she was a little bit scared. Y/N went to pull the curtain to see who was on the other side of the glass. Hwn she saw the red suit, she looked confused. “What the fuck?” she said as she opened her window. Spider-Man crawled in through the window and fell against the floor. There was slashes all over his body.

“What the fuck?” She said again as she went to get a bag of vegetables to put on the bruises he most likely had, and some other medical supplied like peroxide and bandages. As she was taking off the body part of his suit to try and fix him she asked him, “Why the hell did Spider-Man show up at my window like this?” Still shocked, she put some peroxide on a cloth and then put that on his cuts. The man wheezed at the pain. He reached for his mask to pull it off. The mask slowly pulled off of his face and Y/N started to see that his face was laced with a painful expression. She only noticed who the man was when he took the mask off completely. “B-Because I’m Spider-Man.” Her best friend replied.

Y/N was not at all prepared for this. The end of her day panned out differently in her head.  "Oh my god. Oh my god.“ She exclaimed as she wrapped his body with bandages. Nothing was said after that though. Once Y/N was done with his wounds, she just sat on her bed, flabbergasted.

The two were silent before she spoke. "Does Ned know?” She asked as he started to sit up and lean against her wall. he only nodded his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Pete?” Y/N asked the question she was dreading. “I-I don’t know. I just wanted to keep you safe. If someone found out how much you meant to Spider-Man, they could hurt you and I didn’t want that to happen.” He replied rubbing his neck and looking at anything but you.

“I just wish you would’ve told me. We couldv'e fought crime together.” Y/N joked as she saw a faint smile apear on Peter’s lips. She stood up from her bed and moved to sit next to him on the floor, against the wall. “No more secrets, okay? Even if that means I get hurt. You have to promise to tell me everything from now on. Promise?” She asked with a faint voice. “I promise.” He swore, looking into her eyes.

“Guess I have to tell you something else than….” Peter muttered as he scratched his neck again. Y/N looked at him with curiosity. He sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“Peter, what is it?” Y/N asked with concern.

“I love you, okay? I have ever since 6th grade and I wanted to get over it but it’s hard because I know you would never like me back. When I see you everyday, I fall even more in love with you and I don’t know how to stop it and I don’t think I want to. You mean everything to me. And I would hate myself if you ever got hurt because of Spider-Man.” He exclaimed. Peter was glad to get that off of his chest but, he might have just ruined his friendship with you, forever.

“Oh Peter Parker. You have no idea what you do to me.” She said as she straddled his thighs and caught his lips in a kiss. He was shocked but also relieved that he didn’t get rejected. You pulled away, desperate to get air into your lungs.

“I have loved you for the longest time, Peter. You are my best friend and I trust you with everything. God, I wish you would’ve told me that you loved me sooner.” Y/N said, cutting her speech short, being desperate for another kiss. Peter pulled away with a sharp gasp, needing air. The two just smiled at each other, foreheads pressed against one another. Both of the teens were panting from the heated kiss. “And you should also be glad that Spider-Man is one of my favorite superheros.” She said, making Peter laugh.

- sing me something

i saw this on a riverdale prompt list and decided to just write {its 12;20am lmao oops} but have some archie andrews fluff because why not 

word count : 730

{archie andrews x oc} 

Originally posted by archic-andrews

It had been a rough couple of weeks for you. With the death of Jason Blossom and the constant pressure set on you from your so called ‘mother’; you were starting to feel it. The slow, painful drain of energy finally starting to take it’s toll on you. You were becoming dangerously care free. Your schoolwork was sloppy and the shade under your eyes was becoming a deep lilac, a side effect of the insomnia, which your friends had started to notice. Betty and Ronnie were constantly asking if you were okay, Kevin trying to make you life with his puns and side comments, and Jughead trying to make you feel better with his sardonic humour. However, it was your closest red-headed friend, Archie Andrews, that had taken the most interest.

You and Archie went way back, as did you and Betty. You’d lived on the same street for as long as you could remember; you’d practically grown up together. You and Archie had always got on best though. Maybe it was your common interest in sports, or maybe it was just how it played out. Either way, you were thankful to constantly have Archie by your side. There was never a time he left you alone; like the time you and your mother had a mammoth argument and she chucked you out for the night. It just so happened that the minute your intoxicated mother slammed the pale green door in your face, Archie had been returning from a run. Whilst you stood lost like a star in the solar system, Archie didn’t hesitate to check you were okay, which also happened to be the first time Archie Andrews witnessed you cry. It scared you both. Your wall that you had spent so long reinforcing, crumbling within a matter of seconds in the arms of your favourite red-head.

“Hey” you heard someone pull you from your thoughts. You took a deep breathe and looked up from your jumble of homework, spewed across Archie’s bedroom floor. You rested your head against his mattress for a second before casting your eyes to him, receiving a questioning gaze. You knew this look. You held eye contact for a few seconds before he put down his biro and walked over to his bed, patting the space next to him. You followed suit, placing your pencil in the margin of your biology text book and crawling onto the bed. You took your spot nearest the wall as you both reclined backwards, your head instinctively falling onto Archie’s chest. He traced his finger gently along your forearm, although strictly platonic, as he knew it relaxed you. Silence had fallen upon you both.

“Are you okay?” he whispered. You let out a slight chuckle; how could anyone be okay after what this town was going through? You closed your eyes for a second, readjusting yourself in an attempt to escape the world by burying your head into his chest, again strictly platonic. You felt his grip tighten on you slightly;feeling physical touch was the best comfort he could offer. You sat up to face him, where you were met with his pleading brown eyes. He pushed himself into sitting position,his fingers reaching out towards your face. His fingertips brushed the bags under your eyes, sadness and pity filling his.

“How much sleep did you get last night?” he murmured. You felt the all to familiar feeling of tears start to build up in your eyes. You didn’t want to disappoint him with such a small number. Your murky green eyes glazed together with you lip trembling slightly. You saw the  sorrow slowly fill Archie’s eyes too. You chuckled slightly again; an attempt to compose yourself. You pushed Archie back down and placed your head back on his chest, playing with his hand and his other arm went back around you. You fiddled your fingers with his, his hand seeming to engulf yours, but he let you.

“Sing me something” you whispered weakly. You felt his stare on you as you closed your eyes once again. You heard him start to sing softly, one of his most recent songs that he’d written. That was the last thing your brain registered as you finally managed to drift off into sleep and it was at that moment you realised that Archie was your safe place.

allalrightagain  asked:

For the emoji prompt: zimbits 😶☂️🐲💥😏🍍💾🤐❣️ (good luck, I just picked cool emojis with no regard to plot)

I pared down some (lol 2/3) of the emojis to  💾😏❣️ 

Jack sifts through his old room, sitting cross-legged on the floor. It’s summer and he’s in Montreal, and with his window open he can hear his dad’s music drifting through, along with Bitty and his mother’s laughter. He’s probably showing the flower arrangements he found on Pintrest, the ones he insisted were ugly and tacky. Jack wouldn’t care if all they had at their ceremony was dandelions, as long as he gets to marry Bitty.

He pulls a stack of shoe boxes towards him. He’s got some old photos stored away, some rolls of undeveloped film from disposable Kodak cameras. 

Somewhere, in all the boxes, are pictures of him as a kid that his father insists they show at the reception. As he looks through the box labelled JACK: 1995-98, he realizes there’s a lot missing. The trip to Disneyland, his first year in an organized hockey league, none of those photos are here. The only photos left are shots that came out double-exposed, or with a finger in the top corner.

With a frown, he goes through years 1999-2003 and finds the same; all the memorable photos have been removed, with nothing but reject shots left in their wake. He bends to look under his bed for any missed boxes, then crawls towards his closet on his knees, poking around with increasing panic.

“Honey!” Bitty’s voice chimes out from the staircase and his footsteps lead him to Jack’s room. “Your dad’s making mojitos, do you want- oh!” He stops dead in the doorway, noticing Jack sprawled on the floor, an arm draped over his eyes. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Jack shoves the large box he found behind his old suits towards Bitty, and it rattles ominously with the sound of plastic.

“What’s this?”

Jack peeks out from under his elbow as Bitty opens it and pulls out a floppy disk, one of the dozens piled in there.

“All my photos,” Jack groans. “I put them all onto a floppy disk and I can’t find the originals.”

“Jack…” Bitty falls next to him, pulling his arm away and lacing their fingers together. “Why would you do that in the first place?”

Jack’s cheeks puff out with the force of his sigh. “I thought they were so cool.”

“Someone must have a computer that can read these,” Bitty says, convincing nobody.

Jack lays there, dismayed, until a small chuckle bubbles out of Bitty. “I’m sorry Jack it’s just - floppy disks.” He brings one up and plays with the sliding metal part. “Remind me not to let you be in charge of saving our wedding photos.”

Recovery - Alec/Magnus

Episode coda for 2x08 - let me know what you think!

The late afternoon sun shone through the stained glass windows, warming the room with its colors. Max’s rune ceremony was beautiful. For a few hours, the Lightwoods were able to forget about Valentine, demons, and other threats to focus on the youngest member of their family. Alec walked with his brother down the aisle with family and friends on either side of them: Jace and Clary to the right, and Maryse and Izzy to the left.

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we all scream cause we’re terrified - mt!sans x reader

Welcome back! I was curious if you could write about more about Mafia/MobTale. Specifically, how sans (yes sans again sorry) and his S/O met. Perhaps while sans was on a job, he was in jail, or his S/O found him after the cops or another gang got to him? Thank you for your consideration! Have a lovely time writing!

my part mafia!sans x reader fics (which are linked sorta): x x

summary: the last thing you expect to walk into your little ice cream parlor was a gruff, scratched up skeleton who just wanted a scoop of lemon meringue. the events that occur after, however, are even less expected.

notes: ya’ll seem to like mafia!tale fics, which is cool. if i write inaccurate stuff tho lemme know.

pairing: reader x sans

The tinny bell of your small ice cream shop tinged, signalling a customer.

“Hold on a moment!” You called, bent behind the counter. You weren’t expecting anybody at this hour, but there were the odd few that came during the night, wanting a fix of ice cream after a long day. Which you didn’t mind. It’s why you opened the place, after all.

You straightened and put on a smile to greet the customer, only for it to quickly drop in shock when you see who it is.

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45 “You should be grateful that I came down here and talk to you.”
61 “I brought you some food. Now be a good pet and crawl over and lick out the bowl.”


You’re still not over it what Negan did to your friends. To your family.
In your life before everything went hell you never had a family. You grew up in an orphanage and that’s why it hit you hard what Negan did and took from you.
But that doesn’t keep you away from him.
From his seductive charm.
From his ego of a size of the whole planet.

“Ah, look who’s there. I’d kiss your sweet fucking feet, but..” Negan sneers and flicks against the bars of the cell. “To what do I owe the motherfucking honor of your visit?”
“I brought you some food.” You open the cell, knowing he wouldn’t attack you.
With a smirk you put the bowl on the floor, noticing the angry flicker in his eyes.
“Now be a good pet and crawl over and lick out the bowl.”
With a growl he lunges forward, punching against the wall next to your head. Heavily breathing you stare at each other.
“Didn’t I pay enough?” He hisses.
“It’ll be never enough.” You snap and grab the collar of his ridiculous prison suit before your lips meet in a hungry kiss.
His tongue roll over yours, sucking at it while his hands already working on your belt as you stop him.
“Oh, you don’t.” He grumbles as you push him away and back in the cell.
“You should be grateful that I came down here and talk to you.” You grin and lock the door.
“Talking? You mean to test what a hell of a lay I am.”
“That’s all you are.” You whisper, staring at him. “A good fuck and Rick’s prisoner.”
“Liar.” He growls pissed off before stealing another kiss from you.
“Persuade yourself from it.”
Chuckling, but with a fast beaten heart you turn around, hearing his angry shouts and how he kicks against the bars.
Seems like you get under his skin like he goes under yours…

Holiday (definitely not a) Drabble 8.DONE

For the every patient, kind, effervescent, beautiful @sableunstable

Part 1 .+*.+*.+* Part 2 .+*.+*.+* Part 3 .+*.+*.+* Part 4 .+*.+*.+* Part 5

A/N: This took me so long!!! But it’s done!  It’s sloppy, but it’s done!  Definitely thinking of editing the whole thing and posting it elsewhere. 

Sirius’s stomach dropped.  He hadn’t even had time to register the fact that he was feeling better before he was feeling worse again.  Because James was right.  Even if Moony didn’t like the gift, there’s no way he would ever let Sirius know.  So he’d never really be sure the gift was well received and second-guess every single birthday, Christmas and anniversary gift he ever got for Remus.  

“Wanker,” he growled under his breath before setting his sights on something guaranteed to be more pleasant.

Remus had looked up at the noise coming from his boyfriend across the room.  The black haired wizard stalked across the room and stood in front of the other on the floor.  Sirius held forward his hand with the butterbeers and Remus watched his wrist turn, offering one of them up.  Trying to keep control over himself, Remus reached out to grab one of the bottles now dripping condensation.  He didn’t graze his fingers along Sirius’s hand, was careful not to touch him at all.  The werewolf focused on the cool touch of the glass on the palm of his hand while he carefully guided his eyes up Sirius’s arm to his shoulder, up his neck, past his lover’s lips until his blue eyes locked in with grey.

They stayed there frozen, breathing heavily for a few moments before Sirius slowly uncurled his finger from the neck of the bottle letting Remus take it. 

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Companion piece to “Bruise.”


Lance makes a promise that night with the echo of a longing ringing about his head; he sighs it to the stars, to the comet dust, to the void—for Shiro, for the team, for the universe, his heart will go into a glass case and never open.

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Sheriarty (any timeline, canonverse ish)

(Not the Victorian/mind palace verse though it is inspired by that)

The flat is almost unsettlingly quiet without violin music, a screaming kettle, or the television creating a dull roar in the background. Jim, however, has gotten used to it during his other five visits to this same living space. It’s thrice as easy to break into with Watson off married with a baby and the landlady- Mrs Hendricks? Henderson? Hedges?- consumed for the afternoon with her “herbal soothers”.

Jim shuts the door behind him and locks it back- not that it would matter if all went to plan- and hands his coat on the hook. After all, he’s not a savage. He toes off his patent leather shoes and carries them with him into the bedroom with him. He tucks them under the bed neatly, out of the way. He stops and inhales deeply, enjoying the manly fragrance of the room with just the slightest underlying twang of experimental chemicals. The consulting criminal smiles to himself and shrugs out of his suit jacket, folding it neatly and leaving it on the nightstand. He takes just as much care with the rest of his clothes, but leaves his pants and socks on the floor, pushing them under the bed with his shoes.

Nude and content, the Napoleon of Crime crawls between the tangled sheets (Sherlock never made his bed) and lies there, taking in the scent of the consulting detective. It smells like home. After a few minutes, he decides to go for it. He fishes his mobile out of his trouser pockets and arranges himself on the bed so that it’s obvious he’s nude, and it’s obvious whose room he is occupying. He takes a picture and sends it with a simple message.

‘Your bed is surprisingly comfortable… -JM xx’


Author: Mikala

Characters: Scott Lang x Reader

Word Count: 1,800

Warnings: Smut. But it’s like, really cute smut?

Author’s Note: I would like to offer this super adorable Scott fic as an apology for having to postpone our character takeover. It’s not really based on a song, but I was listening to a playlist of three Lifehouse songs on repeat while I wrote it (Hanging By A Moment, You and Me, and First Time), so the general feel of the fic and a few of the lines are kind of set to those songs. Feedback is always appreciated!

The slightest brush of lips against the back of your neck was what woke you. You kept your eyes closed and your breathing even, savoring the feeling of a strong pair of arms wrapped securely around your waist for a few moments, before you settled your body back even further into the warm embrace of the man lying behind you. He hummed lightly in response, pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

“Good morning, sweetheart” Scott whispered into your hair. You opened your eyes slowly, taking in the morning sunlight streaming through your bedroom window. Remembering that it was Sunday and the two of you didn’t have anywhere to be for the day, you smiled and stretched lethargically. You moved to face him, but stopped mid-roll when you got tangled in the covers and it prevented you from going any further. The two of you erupted into giggles, and Scott helped pull the blanket off of you, tossing it down towards the bottom of your bed. You nestled into him with your head tucked underneath his chin, your face snuggling into his chest while your fingers danced softly over the muscles in his stomach. One of his arms was underneath you, wrapped loosely around your shoulders, while the other came over to rest his hand on your hip. His bare skin was nearly hot to the touch, and he shuddered faintly when your fingertips reached the top hem of his boxers. You pulled your head back from his chest to look at him, smiling lazily.

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Wedding Night // A Dylan O'Brien Smut

Dylan and I ran down the clear passageway as people continued to throw rice all over us. I couldn’t help having a fit of laughter as we entered the limousine. I rolled down the car window and we waved to all of our loved ones as they smiled widely at us. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Posey winking at Dylan.

The driver started the car and we were off to our next adventure. A beautiful honeymoon at the most incredible resort in California.

I turned towards Dylan and he smiled at me. Putting his hand on my cheek, he leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back and held onto his tie.

“We’re finally married!” He said when we were both out of breath.

“Finally.” I breathed, agreeing with him.

And we’re finally going to have sex. Dylan and I decided that this relationship was going to be done right. We tried our best to follow the rules. And we did a pretty good job at saving ourselves for marriage. Well, not entirely. Dylan has had sex before, but I haven’t. And that’s okay. Because I can’t imagine losing my virginity to anyone but him.

Dylan wrapped his arms around me and I leaned into him. We stayed cuddling like this until we had arrived at the resort.

The limousine driver got out of the car and so did Dylan. Dylan strode over and opened the door for me before the driver could. I let out a little chuckle as I exited the car.

“Thank you, sir. I got it from here.” Stated Dylan, handing the man a generous tip.

He walked over and grabbed our suitcases. It’s a good thing I’m a simple gal or poor Dylan would’ve had a hard time gathering them all.

I took mine into my hand and waited for Dylan to grab his. When he did, we both entered the resort and walked over to the check-in desk. Dylan took care of getting our key and checking in as I watched the driver leave.

Dylan slipped his hand into mine and we walked into the elevator. He smiled a sweet smile at me as we went up.

When we reached our floor and found the door to our room, Dylan dropped everything and picked me up in his lap. I let out a little scream and started to giggle.

“Really Dylan?” I laughed as he unlocked the door.

“Really.” He smiled.

He kicked the door and it flew open. I couldn’t help, but have a fit of laughter.

The room was huge, unbelievably huge! It was like a house all inside of one beautiful hotel room. There was a big sofa and a mega flat screen tv. There was a dining table and even a grand piano! But, the thing that caught my eye the most was the huge king size bed.

“You really went all out.” I commented as Dylan placed me on the bed.

“Anything for you.” He answered taking off his suit coat and throwing it on the bed.

He sat down next to me and I smiled at him.

“So, what do you want to do?” He asked.

I laughed and Dylan joined me. Like there could be anything else on our minds right now.

“I want to go change.” I responded.

“Okay. Do you, um, need help taking off the dress?”

“Yes, that would be great.” I said getting up.

Dylan stood up behind me and slowly unzipped my dress, letting his fingers linger down my back.

I turned around and gave him a quick peck on the lips as I walked over to my suit case and entered the bathroom with it. I let out a sigh of nervousness and let my wedding dress fall to the floor. Picking it up, I placed it on one of the hangers in the bathroom. Looking around, I realized just how beautiful the bathroom was. It even has a spacious shower and a huge bathtub.

I removed my bra and underwear and opened my suitcase. Inside was a sexy red lingerie that Posey said would definetly drive Dylan crazy. I grabbed it and put it on. I then, removed all of the pins and things I had in my hair. I let it fall loose on my shoulders. I brushed my teeth out of pure butterflies in my stomach and was ready to go.

I shut my eyes and breathed in and out. Alright. Here I go.

I opened the door and Dylan was sitting on the foot of the bed, lost in thought. His head shot up as soon as he heard me and his jaw dropped.

“Wow.” He whispered, practically inaudible.

Hearing that was all I needed to feel confident. Smiling to myself, I slowly walked towards him. Never breaking our eye contact. Reaching him, I sat on his lap with one leg on each side.

Dylan smiled sexily at me and I kissed him. Slowly and passionately. My fingers getting lost in his hair as his gripped onto my thighs.

“I love you.” I breathed.

“I love you, too.” He answered.

I reached over and started to loosen his tie. Dylan leaned in and began to kiss my neck. He went slow, sending chills up my spine. I took off his tie and he went back to kissing my neck. He started to trail his tongue around and a little moan escaped my lips.

I grinded against him and he moaned against my neck. I removed his vest and quickly unbuckled his belt. I felt Dylan’s lips start to laugh.

“Calm down. We have the entire night to ourselves.” He stated, looking up at me. I let out a laugh and Dylan kissed me fully on the mouth. When he pulled away, his lips were all swollen. Damn, he looks hot.

I pulled his shirt out of his pants and began to unbutton it. Dylan took hold of my waist and pulled me in closer, kissing my chest. After unbuttoning his shirt, Dylan stretched out his arms and I slid it off.

Dylan had an adorable smile on his face and I smiled back at him. He took hold of my face in his hands and we kissed intensely, our teeth clashing and everything. I let my hands roam his chest as we did so.

I reached down and unzipped his pants, never breaking our kiss. When I finished, I stood up and Dylan removed his pants. He was left in only his blue boxers, with a huge buldge inside it.

He looked down at himself and then looked up at me.

“Do you want to do the honors?”

I smiled widely at him as I slowly withdrew his underwear.

And he was finally exposed. In front of me was 100% Dylan O’Brien. I couldn’t help, but be extremely turned on by this.

I reached up and kissed him hungrily. Dylan’s hands went instinctively on my cheeks.

Without breaking the kiss, I reached down and used my thumb to carress his tip. Dylan moaned into my mouth. I wrapped my hand around him and started to move up and down.

“Babe.” He breathed, as he broke the kiss. “I can’t be dry for that.”

“Oh, okay.” I realized.

“Hold on.” Dylan said as he layed on the bed and started to reach for something inside the drawer on the bedside table. But, I had other plans. I jumped off him and kneeled down.

“What a-” Dylan began to question, but stopped when I took him into my mouth. He gasped and let himself lay fully on the bed.

I swirled my tongue around his tip and Dylan’s hands reached for my neck as his fingers intertwined in my hair.

I bobbed up and down as my tongue carressed him. Remembering all the sex tips I’ve read in preparation for this, I started to hum and used one hand to cover the areas my mouth couldn’t reach, with my other hand I would massage his testicles.

Dylan was going through a frenzy. He couldn’t keep still. His hands would hold onto me as he kept bucking his hips. His moans and heavy breathing were sending jolts inside me.

I could feel Dylan get close as he throbbed inside my mouth.

“Oh God, (Y/N)!” He screamed as he reached his orgasm and came. His hot liquid filled my mouth and I swallowed.

Dylan let go of me and just laid there, trying to catch his breath. I chuckled to myself and got up. I climbed on the bed and crawled up to him. When my face was hovering over his, Dylan smiled and I kissed his lips. As we kissed, he rolled us over and was now on top of me.

Dylan completely ripped apart my lingerie and I laughed.

“Excited are we?” I giggled.

“Very.” He responded.

Dylan took the remains of my lingerie and threw it on the floor. He also did the same to his suit jacket that was still on the bed.

He then looked at me exposed in front of him and smiled. I smiled back at him as he leaned down and took a breast into his mouth.

His tongue played with my nipple as one of his hands kneaded my other breast.

Moans escaped my lips when he took hold of my nipple in between his teeth. Dylan chuckled and started to trail wet kisses down my stomach. His hands got a hold of my legs and stretched them open.

I could feel myself getting wetter by the second as Dylan placed kisses on the inside of my thighs.

When he reached my most intimate area, I smiled to myself. I can’t believe this is actually finally happening!

Dylan kissed me, making me shiver from excitement. Dylan then spread me apart and slid his finger up and down. He looked up at me and smirked. I expected Dylan to say something, but instead he dove in and licked my clitoris. Making me grab hold of the bedsheets. Dylan started out slow, but then his tongue began to create rapid movements making me arch my back and curl my toes.

I could start to feel a sort of knot with a hot firey sensation form down there and my moans were uncontrollable. Dylan grabbed my thighs and went even faster. My eyes shut tight as my knuckles began to hurt from gripping on the sheets too firmly.

This feeling was sending me off the edge and I didn’t know what to do.

“Dylan!” I screamed. “What do I do?!”

I don’t know what I was expecting from asking him, since his mouth was a little busy at the moment. But before I could think any further, the firey knot felt like it had exploded and was released over my entire body, causing me to be sent over the edge.

I felt myself cum as my first orgasm took over. Dylan didn’t stop until I came back from this incredible high.

I was left panting on the bed, trying to recompose myself. Dylan hovered over me and smirked. His hand rested on my cheek as his thumb carressed me.

I reached up and crashed my lips against his. Dylan chuckled against me and kissed me back fully. He reached down and started to knead my breasts again.

I could feel his hard member grinding against my lips. My heart pounded and my core throbbed. I want him.

“Dylan.” I breathed out, breaking our kiss. “Fuck me.”

Dylan’s eyes widened and then turned into intense lust.

He let go of my breasts and reached into the drawer beside us, grabbing something. Dylan then showed me that he had a condom in his hands. He started to rip it open, when I stopped him.

“I went to the doctors and did everything they told me to do so we wouldn’t need that.” I said, seductively.

“God, I love you.” He stated before throwing the condom aside and kissing me hungrily.

Dylan grabbed my thighs and spread my legs apart, letting the tip of his penis slowly slide up and down against me.

“Stop teasing me. I need you.” I panted.

Dylan smiled sexily and then sat up against the headboard. He patted his thighs and I finally understood what he was doing. I straddled over him and positioned myself.

Lowering myself into him, I could feel everything being stretched. I expected it to hurt, but all it did was sting.

“You okay?” He asked when I reached the bottom.

“You know what? I actually am!” I stated.

Dylan smiled and then I slipped out and slammed back in him. Dylan let out a little scream and I chuckled.

He pulled me out and then placed me laying on the bed. Dylan hovered over me and lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder. He slammed into me and I screamed. My back arched as he thrusted in and out.

We both couldn’t contain our moans. God, this feels so damn good.

I could feel that knot come back and I welcomed it immedietly. It grew more and more as Dylan went faster and faster. The sound of sex filling the room.

My back arched and I bucked my hips, creating more friction. I could feel Dylan throb inside of me as my walls tightened around him.

“God, you’re so tight!” Dylan moaned into my ear, his hot breath sending chills up my spine.

Dylan’s thrusts became needy as I felt my second orgasm come.

I screamed his name as I released and he did the same. His hot cum shot inside me and it felt suprisingly good. Dylan didn’t stop thrusting until we came back from our highs.

We were both left panting and Dylan fell on top of me. I let out a laugh and started to carress his back, motioning figure eights.

“God, that was worth the wait.” He stated.

“Well…since we’ve waited long enough… how about a second round?” I seduced.

Dylan looked up at me and smirked my favorite crooked smile.

“Oh, I married the right woman.” He stated as he got up and ran to the bathtub.

I laughed and joined him.

Dylan was already filling it when he crashed his lips against mine. I giggled and do did he.

This is who I’m with. A silly, akward, and sarcastic actor… I honestly couldn’t be happier.

AN: I really hope you like it

“He’s nervous” Kili whispered to Fili as they watched their uncle pace the halls. King under the mountain. A very nervous king under the mountain. Thorin was in fact both nervous and excited. It had been 5 years since he last saw you. It was the annual gathering of elves, men and dwarves. This year was different, Thorin could tell, he knew you would be there. You felt the same, for five years ago it was as if you and Thorin were in love! But for personal circumstances you moved away, always listening for whether Thorin had married. You assume after 5 years he has most likely forgotten you, whereas you have never stopped loving him. It was a complicated matter and on the day of your leaving Thorin was most displeased but you spent those precious hours together stealing kisses when possible but the time of your departure had arrived and you haven’t seen him since. It was the royal gathering in Erebor and now that personal matters were attended to you could finally move back and attending this party giving you a chance to see Thorin again. Your love for him never stopped and if anything you yearned for him more each day.
You arrived a little later than everyone else and so the hall of the king under the mountain was full. You were stopped by old faces and bombarded with hugs from old friends. But you wasn’t really paying attention to them you were looking for Thorin. You began to grow impatient and was about to give up looking when your eyes landed on him. He was talking to a group of people and laughing. Your heart rate increased as you saw the man you loved in front of you. He must’ve felt your gaze as he looked up and met your eyes. His smile froze on his face and he excused himself from the group. You started to panic as he walked over. “(Y/n) you’re here…” You bowed slightly. “My king” he placed his fingers under your chin and lifted it up so you were looking at his face again. His eyes were filled with many emotions and he smiled. Pulling you into a hug he started laughing. “You don’t bow to me my friend” you wrapped your arms around him and returned his hug. Being in his arms felt so right, you couldn’t believe you still had strong feeling for him after 5 long years. You both stepped back and he cupped your face. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember” you blushed. “I could say the same” he couldn’t stop grinning. You felt tears prick your eyes. “(Y/n)? What is it?” A tear slipped down your face. “(Y/n??” He wiped the tear away. “I’ve missed you, Thorin, I’ve missed you so much” he pulled you into another embrace. “I don’t think you’ve missed me as much as I have missed you” “those years ago I loved you” he pulled you away from the masses of people. “Those years ago I never wanted you to leave, I’ve missed and longed for you every hour since then” he replied. “My king I’ve craved for you since the day I laid my eyes upon you” “I still crave” he said tentatively leaning down to kiss you it was a delicate kiss but you’ve waited 5 years for him and delicate wasn’t enough. You started to deepen the kiss and Thorin caught on, the kiss became heated immediately and your pressed your body against his. “I need your touch” you whispered. He pulled you behind a pillar which was near the far wall, a small gap between the pillar and wall was just big enough for you both to fit behind, so that you could hide from the other guests. His hands moved up your thighs and you tried to not whine. 5 years are craving after Thorin’s touch came rushing back at once and as he tugged on you panties he could tell as a wet spot formed immediately. “I haven’t even started yet!” He exclaimed excitedly. “5 years my King!” You gasped as he began running his fingers over your underwear. It wasn’t enough you needed more. You thrusted your hips into his hand and he smiled. “You like it rough?” You groaned and he covered your mouth with his, every time Thorin kissed you your stomach erupts with butterflies. It’s strange kissing the man you love after 5 years, but his lips were like magic, moving slowly against your own, his tongue sliding over yours and his teeth biting down gently on your bottom lip to draw moans from you. His hooked his fingers in your pants and pulled them down, you spread your legs wider before he began touching you in all the right places. He grunted as he started to push his finger inside of you. Trying to stay quiet you bit your tongue and grabbed hold of Thorin. He pressed you against the pillar and added another finger. You tried to contain your noise but it was no use. He pulled his fingers out and you whined involuntarily. “No please, don’t stop!” You pleaded. He kissed you again before licking his fingers clean, your knees buckled as you became even more turned on, he dropped down onto his knees so he could tease you. It was unheard of for a king to do this and that made it even more hot. He started lapping at your clit, carefully running his tongue over that one spot that made you cry out. He flicked his tongue between your legs trying to arouse you more before sliding his warm tongue inside of you, you tangled your fingers in his hair as he started to move his tongue inside of you. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to get lost as Thorin filled you with pleasure. You never knew you wanted him this bad. “Uncle?” Fili’s voice called. Thorin moaned against your skin and planted a soft kiss between your legs before standing up. “I’m being summoned” he said. “No stay!” He shook his head. “Later. This is my party after all” you stayed against the pillar your pants by your ankles, lips swollen from kissing and hickeys over your neck. Thorin whined in sexual frustration. “It’s not my choice to leave you I have to, find me later” he kissed you one last time forcing you to taste yourself. You tried to keep the kiss going by deepening it he gently cupped your face. “Find me later” he repeated. With a flick of his hair and a smile he slipped from the gap to find Fili. You stood there breathless wondering whether you should just finish there by your own hand but you would much rather wait for Thorin’s. By the time you had gained composure and attended to your swollen lips you stepped back out to the party. You scanned the sea of people for Thorin but you couldn’t find him. Carefully you started to walk out if the main hall to the corridors. It was guarded so you moved back into the hall. Horny and angry you went in search of the king. Gandalf had showed up at the event and was by the food table talking with Balin. “Have you seen Thorin?” You asked. Gandalf placed his pipe in his mouth and shook his head. “He was with Fili a few minutes ago” he replied. “And I saw him go to sit at the table over there” Balin added, pointing in the general direction. You thanked them and walked towards the table. Thorin was standing in a circle with guests and he caught your eye. He excused himself and walked over. “I said later” he whispered. “I can’t wait that long!” He breathed out. “Go sit down” he instructed. You did as he said as he followed suit and sat by you. “I’m having a meeting soon here briefly so you’ll have to leave before we get caught” you nodded leaning up to peck his lips. “Thorin!” A voice boomed and he jolted. “Hide!” He hissed. You slid under the table, the cloth covering you from sight. The man who had called Thorin hadn’t seen you. Thorin had sat back down when you decided to tease him. Crawling to his lap you kneeled and started to Palm his dick through his pants, he jumped at the sudden touch and “accidentally” dropped something onto the floor. He bent down and lifted the cloth slightly. “What was that??!” “Try and be quiet” you replied as he sat back up talking to the man, you continued to Palm his through his pants and he remained very still and calm even though you could tell he was aching for more. You decided to stop being as Thorin had company but as soon as you heard the man walk away Thorin scrapped his chair back and stood up. You carefully exited from under the table and he glared at you. “What the hell was that?!” He demanded. “My king I’m sorry…” He ran his hands over his face and then breathed out. “Come” he started to weave through the crowd, you in front so that you hid his arousal. He led you out of the main hall and into one outside. “Make sure no one comes out of the hall” he told the guards. “What are we doing?” You asked nervous. “Finishing what you started” he said already kissing you. You were backed against the wall and he slipped his knee between your legs, the same feeling from earlier returned in your stomach but you could feel his erection pressing into your thigh and you wanted to make him moan. Without hesitating you switched positions so he was against the wall. “Are you taking charge (y/n) over your king!” You didn’t reply, you just dropped to your knees and started to undo his belt. He did argue any more and started to thrust his hips. “Do you ache for me like I ache for you?” You whispered, as his pants fell to the floor. You made sure you was breathing on his dick as you slid your fingers carefully down his exposed skin. He grunted. “Quiet,” you reminded him. you wrapped your hand around his dick and rubbed it a few times before parting your lips. Thorin groaned again and you hushed him, wrapping your lips around the head of his dick. You sucked up, slowly inching your way up. His hands tangled in your hair and he began moving his hips back and forth to show you the rhythm he wanted. You complied, using your tongue to simultaneously tease him. Thorin bit his lip and hissed out in pleasure, breathing out your name in a barely audible tone. You felt yourself grow wetter at the noises he was making. You let your jaw slack so he could thrust into your mouth before taking charge once again. He was pulling in your hair and moaning repeatedly as you slid your lips up to the tip so you could lap at the slit. “(Y/n)…” You continued to suck him off when you felt his hands tighten around your hair and you knew he was close. Finally he released into your mouth and you swallowed every last drop that he had to offer. You moved your lips off his dick with a successful pop. “Are you pleased?” You asked teasingly pecking his lips over and over again. “5 years without you…” He said resting his forehead on yours. “If you want me I will be yours” he pressed his lips softly onto yours and smiled into the kiss. You broke away and pulled his pants back up. You started to walk back to the hall but he gripped your wrist and pulled you back to him. Your hands were placed on his chest, he lifted one of your legs and held it against his thigh and he slipped his free hand up you thigh and past your panties. “I think I should finish what I started now” You rested your head on his shoulder as he played with your clit, rubbing it and stroking it. “Please..” You bit his neck as he thrust his fingers inside if you, curling them to find your sweet spot which didn’t take him long. To lower your moans he kissed you, the hand that was holding your thigh up squeezed and you started to rock your hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers and the knot in your stomach tightened. “Thorin!” You came over his fingers and let the wave if pleasure ripple through your body. He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. “You offered to be mine” he said. “I did” “but I want to ask you” you slid your arms around his neck and he placed his on your waist. “Will you stay with me (y/n)?” He whispered. “I don’t want to ever leave you again.”

Mutual (Niall Horan)

Niall grabbed the chair from the desk, bringing it over to the end of the bed.

“You can come on the bed you know,” you bit your lip softly, picking up the box of your toys from under the bed.

“I want you to have your space…” he chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head.

You nodded your head slightly and tugged off your athletic shorts. Your shirt followed suit, and having not been wearing a bra, your panties were the only thing left. When you looked up, Niall was bare, completely. There was no shred of clothing on him. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth, watching as he sat on the chair and propped his legs up on the bed.

You smiled at him softly and crawled onto the bed, kneeling with your hands on your thighs.

“Whenever you’re ready babe.”

Nodding your head, you fell back onto your bum. You shimmied your panties down your legs, tossing them down onto the floor and reaching behind you to adjust and stack the pillows up. As you leaned back, you slid your hands up and down your legs before spreading them just slightly.

Niall’s eyes lowered to the slight view that he had, pulling his legs apart slightly as well and wrapping his fingers around the base of himself. You smiled softly at him and scooped your hands under your breasts, pushing them up and together, massaging them slowly. For a moment, you pressed your knees together and just focused on your chest, bringing your fingers up to pinch at your nipples, getting them hard quick. You let out a soft breath and looked down to watch what you were doing with your hands, glancing up at your boyfriend for a moment.

His hand was pumping himself slowly, twisting his hand to the right on the way up and twisting it to the left on the way back down. You smirked and went back to focusing on yourself.

As one hand continued to play with your breast, you trailed the other one down your stomach. You pushed your knees apart as your hand got lower and looked down. You finally dropped your legs apart, giving Niall the full view of yourself. You trailed your fingers over your flower gently, just feeling your shape and curves. The stubbly skin tickled the tips of your fingers as you traced around the most sensitive parts.

Niall slowed himself down, seeing that you were taking your time with it. He didn’t want to come as soon as he was going to be if he didn’t slow down. He ran his thumb over his tip, collecting some of the clear liquid that had dripped from him. He spread it around himself and traced the vein down his erection, smirking at you.

You giggled softly, pushing your fingers in between your folds, feeling around softly.

“What?” he asked, chuckling softly.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, biting your lip softly.

He raised his eyebrow but dropped it, his eyes dropping back down between your legs.

You finally moved both hands down to your core, using one to spread your lips apart and open yourself up. As you held yourself open, you found your clit, the simple movement of brushing your fingers over it making you sigh out softly. You pressed down on it, pushing downwards slightly and moving it around in slow circles. Your eyes shut and your lips pursed together. Everything was still kind of dry, but the more you stimulated yourself, the more that changed.

You could feel the stickiness starting to gather at your entrance, your fingers picking some up and moving it onto your clit.

“You’re getting wet…” Niall chuckled, his words sounding out of breath.

Glancing down, you could just see the glistening skin of your lips, smirking and nodding your head.

“Yeah baby… nice and wet…” you murmured out, continuing the firm movements, quickening the circles. A soft moan fell from your lips and your eyes fluttered shut again.

As soon as you felt that you were wet enough, you dropped two fingers into you, the wet, aroused skin opening up for you with ease. Your nipples were stiff, so as you pushed your fingers in and out of you slowly, your other hand came back up to grab onto one of your nipples. You couldn’t help but whine out softly, wriggling your hips under your own touch.

“Use your toys…” Niall breathed, his hand starting to speed up and tighten around himself.

You pulled your hand out and reached over to your box, grabbing out a pink dildo that had a clit stimulator attached. Biting your lip softly you brought it to your mouth, sucking on it and closing our eyes, trying to imagine that it was your boyfriend and not a silicone wannabe. Your saliva lubricated it nicely, making the otherwise dull looking silicone all shiny and glistening. You turned the nob at the bottom, feeling the vibrations suddenly against the palm of your hand. You cranked it to the next level of intensity, feeling that it was good enough for now.

You sat yourself up a little more, bringing the dildo down to your sex. You ran the tip up and down our slit, prodding it against your hold gently. The vibrations started against you and you moaned out quietly. Taking a deep breath, you pressed it in. Your lips fell open slightly at the contact. When the clit stimulator came to sit on your clit, you didn’t even really need to thrust the toy in deep. You moved it slowly and groaned out quietly, moving the toy in circles slightly.

Repeated whimpers came from the back of your throat as the vibrations shot through you. Your stomach tightened and your breathing was so unsteady and heavy. You pushed in deeply, the stimulator pinching your clit. You cried out and dipped the dildo in and out quickly.

“Fuck…” you breathed out, tossing your head from side to side.

You lifted your hips up off of the bed, getting a new angle and letting out a high pitched moan. You were so vocal the closer you got to your climax, but you didn’t want to let up. You held your breath for a moment and heard Niall, his heavy breathing, grunting and the sound of his hand against his own skin.

Swallowing thickly, you picked your feet up off of the bed and pulled your knees back, bringing your free hand underneath your leg and gripping the back of your one leg. You could hear how wet you were, and you could feel yourself dripping into down to your backside.

“Fuck…” Niall gasped out.

You whined out loudly and grabbed your arse, digging your fingers into the meaty flesh. A thin layer of sweat coated your skin, your hair sticking to your forehead.

“I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum,” you breathed out, plunging the toy as deep as you could, grinding the other part to you clit.

“Me too…” he groaned out, pumping his hand fast. “Open your eyes I wanna see your face…”

You lifted your head up and opened your eyes, locking them with Niall’s. His teeth were grit together and his eyebrows were furrowed in pleasure. A couple seconds passed and then it hit, the climax that you brought on yourself. You nearly screamed out before any sound was cut off, silence coming from your open mouth.

Niall didn’t hold back, he yelled out as he came, the white liquid shooting up, some landing on his thighs, more on his chest.

You pulled the toy out of you and let your release flow from you, dripping down towards the bed. Both of you were panting heavily, a satisfied smirk on your faces. Niall sat himself up slightly, his legs falling off of the bed. You sat yourself up a little more and sat the toy off to the side, swallowing thickly.

He stood up to clean himself off, chewing on his bottom lip slightly.

You cleaned your little ‘friend’ off and started to catch your breath, getting up off of the bed to strip the sheets off. As you were gathering them up and putting them in a pile, Niall wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. You bit your lip softly and slid your hands over his.

“Thank was really sexy you know?” he mumbled, pressing his lips to your ear.

You giggled softly and scrunched your neck up.

“I could say the same thing…” you hummed out, rubbing his arm gently.

“Come have a shower with me… we can do the bed after, just come with me,” he murmured, his lips falling down your shoulder.

“Okay…” you bit your lip softly, turning yourself in his arms. “Let’s go then.”

A Hard Bargain - Ch. 2

Originally posted by barrissoffee

Summary: After Starkiller is destroyed, (Y/N) and Kylo make their escape with the rest of the First Order to their new home. A liitle over a year later, Kylo has completed his training, the First Order has regained much of its power and continues to fight against the Resistance. Though the war is closely reaching its end, there is still one fight General Organa isn’t giving up so easily on; bringing her son and her daughter-in-law home.

A/N: Thank you to the people who sent in ideas! They’re all appreciated! I’m thinking this will have at least 2 or 3 more chapters most likely. And just so everyone knows this is a time skip 3 years into the future, seemed more believable for the direction I wanted the story to go. Hope you enjoy!

Peacefully Kylo felt his eyes flutter open as his blurry vision slowly cleared. Peering down just the slightest, he saw you sleeping soundly next to him, head curled into his chest. Smiling to himself he made sure not to shift his weight to leave you in your peaceful slumber. Opting to just observe you quietly. 

He wasn’t sure what he had possibly done to be granted someone as loving, understanding, strong and compatible with him as you, but he was glad fate had put you there. The only thing he truly never regretted, fretted, or disdained about the First Order, was you. In such a bleak place he had been brought you, and you loved him despite who he was. There wasn’t a blessing by the force that could possibly be greater than that.

Feeling you stir suddenly he watched as your eyes fluttered open as well. As your eyes found Kylo you smiled faintly at him.


“Did you sleep?” you said groggily.

He nodded as he brought a hand to your back, rubbing it soothingly. 

“I was just waking up. How are you feeling?”

Scooting closer to him you snuggled your head into the pillow, bringing one hand to your slightly protruding stomach. 

“Fine…except this one woke me up. They kick a lot for their size.”

He grinned as he brought his hand to your stomach as well, gently running his hand over it. 

In your time after Kylo’s battle with Rey you had found out shortly following that you were in fact pregnant. Which in reflection, explained all the nausea you had when the Resistance kidnapped you. Kylo was elated with the news, as well as he was absolutely terrified. Life after Starkiller’s destruction with a newborn wouldn’t be easy. He so often worried he wouldn’t be a good father either, not only because of who he was but because he didn’t have a great example of what he should live up to. He was impatient, aggressive, impulsive, and brooding, none of which anyone lovingly spoke of seeing in their parents. Despite his hesitation and never ending self doubt, he had eventually grown to be a great, but clutzy, father by the time (Y/S/N) was 1. He finally got the hang of things and no longer feared holding the chubby baby by that time, and my was that a sight to see. 

Now, on a brand new base, 3 years after your son’s birth, you were expecting another little one. Though the war against the Resistance was still raging, you talked Kylo through the matter of not letting the war itself stop life from going on. For his sake and emotional stability he had to have some form of normalcy, to remind him he was in fact living. In your opinion, it reminded him at least for a minute that he was still human, and not just an attack-dog and puppet for the First Order. He was in fact capable of making his own decisions without Snoke. 

In the time that passed after that night of leaving Starkiller behind, Kylo had grown more emotionally unstable about his place on the dark side. Understandably the days after he had killed his father left him tortured inside and more conflicted than he had ever been prior. There was waves of enraged yelling, throwing things with force and heaving sobs in the night that you attempted helping him through. All of his past rage was becoming even more heated and his cold demeanor unhinged. The only thing that kept him from losing himself entirely was you and your son. 

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{Here’s another SniperSpy based on every Spy main’s nightmare- @outofcharacterbirdsniper this one’s to make up for the short second one~ Enjoy~}

It had been a long day, in Spy’s opinion, and quite frankly, he didn’t have the energy nor the courage to make the trek back to the BLU base. Luckily, the Sniper’s van wasn’t too far. He made it to the door, only checking over his shoulder every five seconds instead of every two. It was progress.


When Spy entered the camper, he looked like a wreck. His suit was smoking slightly, his cigarette was missing, and he was trembling as if freezing- though the RED knew his camper was always set to a good temperature, not to mention the desert wasn’t exactly cold- even at dusk.

“Spook- what happened ta ya? Ya look a trip.”

The Frenchman didn’t make comment, simply closing and bolting the door behind him.

Sniper raised an eyebrow behind his aviators, stepping forward and sliding his hands to the shorter man’s hips, watching him jump and flinch for a weapon uneasily.

“Spook. Spoi. What happened out there?”

This time, those ice-cold eyes flickered up to the Sniper’s more oceanic ones, surprisingly a bit more thawed and adrenaline-run than usual.

“I…” A long, deep sigh. “I ‘ad a run in wizh my 'friend’ zhe Pyro.”

Ah. Everything was suddenly crystal-clear to the Australian, and he carefully pulled the shaking Frenchman to his chest, comfortingly rubbing his back. He may not be the best at loving-type affections, or even basic comfort, but he did know how to make the Spy relax by now. Or, more precisely: he liked to think that he could help the bloody spook stop being as uptight as he usually was and more to the 'mildly paranoid’ stage.

Whatever he was doing, it seemed to work, because as soon as the Spy relaxed a bit, he was carefully pushing away from Sniper and crossing the floor to curl on the bed, back comfortably toward the wall. He jumped every time his suit brushed the wood with a raspy scratch, and finally, Sniper sighed and flicked off the light, shedding his boots, vest, and headgear before cautiously approaching the bed.

“Spook. C'mere a lil’, will ya?”

The BLU looked at him questioningly- at least, he assumed that was the look in the shadows- but moved a bit closer, still as taut as a bowstring.
The Aussie did his best to feel out the bits that were just bed as he crawled over the other man, finally laying himself down with a soft sigh and wrapping an arm around the BLU Spy to pull him into his chest.

“'Ey. Oi’m watchin’ yer six, awlright? You don’t need ta worry 'bout the firebug wit’ me here.”

Spy twitched in surprise, relaxing almost gratefully into the broader, warm chest of the RED. He was right on one point, apparently. The spook was afraid of being snuck up on.

“You can go back ta yer base in tha mornin’, okay? Oi’ll scope you all tha way there.”

Spy hummed softly, sounding already on the brink of sleep.

“…Oui.” A pause, and another, quieter hum. “Merci, Bushman. I believe I shall accep’ your offer.”

“No probl’m, Spook.”

There was a muttered bit of French that Sniper couldn’t pick out- he assumed it was some sort of 'good night’, as the man’s breathing evened out.
The Sniper spent a few minutes just watching the Spy, smiling fondly until his own eyes fluttered shut under the weight of his own exhaustion, smile still lingering.

That's Mine: Boys Republic Minsu Smut

Sorry this took so long; I really hope you enjoy it (°∀°)b 

The set was busy, with the staff rustling around putting the stage lights in place; and the stylists fitting the clothes on the members and fixing their makeup. 

You panned the area for your boyfriend. When you spotted him he was being fitted for the concept outfit. A man in a suit always made your knees weak but your boyfriend Minsu in a suit almost made you fanit. He turned around as the stylist slipped his jacket on; shaking it by the front so that it fit in all the right places. You stood there, lunch bag in your hands, staring at the way he fixed his collar and the cuffs on his suit. 

You almost lost your footing when you watched his tongue poke out of his mouth. Showing how focused he was, looking in the mirror. When you stumbled over your feet almost losing the lunch boxes to the floor; that’s when he noticed your presence. And so did the rest of the staff.

“Oh shit” you mumbled. Catching yourself and the boxes of food.

“Y/N?” He giggled as he saw your stumble and noticed your blushing cheeks.

“I wanted to surprise you” you stated and showed him the food you brought. He kissed your cheek and sat you down.

He inspected all the food and smiled at your thought and effort. “This looks really good, but I’ll eat it after this scene okay” you nodded your head accepting and watched as Minsu and his members finished getting ready.

It seemed you showed up right when they were going to shoot the dance scene. 

If it wasn’t the suits, it was the dancing; because you couldn’t help but feel flustered. Just by looking at him smile made your heart race, but the way he was dancing really made you go crazy. But if it wasn’t the dancing it was the song, the lyrics was as if it was depicting this situation right here. My breath sure did stop; I did feel it deep in my heart; and it did feel different.

You needed him. As soon as possible; but that wasn’t going to happen. You waited patiently and his as much as you could your lust for Minsu. 

When it was over you watched him eat the food you made, smiling at you from stuffed cheeks. He finished eating, throwing his utensils down and running a hand through his hair. Damn that hair; you wanted your hands through that hair. 

“You okay?” He asked, breaking you from you lustful daydream.

“Mhm” you answered. And he chuckled, making your cheeks heat up. You felt his eyes on you; it seemed like he already knew. As if he saw through your facade and knew exactly what you were thinking. 

He smirked and sat back in his chair. 

“Food was good, I really enjoyed it, but…” He was talking but you really werent listening. You were to busy thinking about how sexy he looked in his suit. And the way his parted hair looked so soft. Your core began to burn at the thought of you taking off his clothes. 

“I got to go” you kissed his cheek quickly and raced out of the set. You tried to be as shuttle as possible, hoping not to raise and flags with Minsu. But you needed to get far away from him as soon as possible. You need to calm you lusting body down.

The walk to your apartment was short, and it wasn’t enough to cool yourself down. You entered your apartment throwing your shoes and handbag to the floor. Walking straight into the shower. 

“God, he looked so good” you said to yourself as you tried to wash the dirty thoughts from your mind. 

When you finished your shower, which did little to nothing to clear your mind. It had been a while since you and Minsu had been intimate, because of his groups preparations for a comeback. The constant studio visits and dance practices; you barely got to even talk to each other. And it will only get worse when he started promoting. 

You laid on the bed with a huff; your damp hair falling in your face. You whined; you still couldn’t stop thinking of him. Your thighs began to rub together unconsciously; the little friction was causing you to get worked up. The was a pulsing in your core from the lack of contact. Your hands began to snake their way down your stomach. Your breathing became heavy as the images of Minsu ran through your mind. His name fell from your lips as you began to work at your folds, your fingers ghosting over your clit. You became wetter and wetter at the thought of Minsu here. If he had seen you now he would have been angry. He would have told you, “That’s mine”…

But that was no longer a thought. Because you had actually heard those words at this moment. You thought you could have been imagining, but the slam of the bedroom door said otherwise. When a hand gripped your wrist pulling you from your fantasy; your eyes flew open and you knew it wasnt just your mind. 

Your eyes landed on the person who interrupted you.

“Don’t touch what isn’t yours” It was Minsu, throwing your hand away from your center. You gasped as you tried your best to cover yourself, as your towel had unravled and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. 

“Minsu I-I…” You were cut off by him throwing you back down to the bed. Looking up at him, he was still in his concept clothes; he must have followed you back home worried. He threw his jacket off and undid his tie.

You were startled by his actions. His hands worked there way down your thighs, pulling them apart. He stared intently at your soaking core; you knew better than to say or do anything. So you kept quiet, your breath building up once again in anticipation. 

His hands maneuvered to your bottom as he tugged you toward the edge of the bed. 

He placed a kiss on you folds; his tongue darted out towards you clit. And you hissed as he swiped his tongue up your folds. When his lips wrapped around you clot, sucking as fast as he could; your head pushed back into the sheets. Your hand moved to his hair, it was soft  to the touch. ‘Finally’, you thought. Your moans filled the room and he looked up at you to see you a withering mess. Your stomach contracted, your chest heaving up and down, Ndand your face flushed. It was a beautiful sight to him. 

His lips and tongue stayed in your clit, while his fingers moved inside you; curling up to hit that spot. You legs were becoming weak, it was hard for you to keep them open any longer. Your hips were unconsciously pulling away, as the feeling of pleasure was too much. But he was in control, so he wrapped an arm around your hips, pulling you closer forcing you to stay. His fingers moved inside you at an unexplainable place. When he felt your was contracting he moved his tongue in place of his fingers. Feeling his warm muscle inside you, Caused your orgasm to take over. Your body burning as he licked up all your juices. 

He moved on top of you, forcing you into a kiss. You accepted glady, tasting yourself on him.

“You shouldn’t touch whats mine” he spoke on your lips, “and you should tell me when you need something” he smirked as he pulled away from your lips. He crawled off of you. Brushing off his clothes and grabbing his jacket from the floor. 

“Where are you going?” You asked, still catching your breath.

“Gotta go back to work. I did just leave to see if you were okay, to find you…” His eye hazed slightly and he smirked, thinking about how he found you. You blushed, and walked up to fix his tie. 

You looked at him worried, noticing the bulge in his pants. “Don’t worry you can make it up to me later” he smacked your ass while turning to leave the bedroom. 

“Bring the suit” you spoke to his back, he stopped and looked down at his attire. He chuckled and huffed realization coming over him. He walked out the apartment and you sat in your bed still trying to figure out what had just happened. And thinking about what you would do to him when he came back home.