hit the red button

Quite a few have been saying:”But what about laughing?”, in the comments of my ‘Weird Human Reactions to Fear: the Singing Edition’ post. My question is: do you know why humans laugh when shit gets real?

Laughter is our brain’s Blue Screen of Death.

Where a computer would throw up an error and possibly crash, our brains go:”well, shit”, and hit the big red button labelled: ‘LAUGHTER (and possibly applause, but probably not applause)’. Since we need our brains 24/7, we don’t have the luxury of error messages. So our brains buy some time to figure out what’s going on by making us laugh in the weirdest situations.

Imminent doom? Laugh.

Absolutely livid? Laugh.

Distraught? Laugh.

Pretty sure you’re gonna die? Laugh.

I mean, we can’t be sure the aliens don’t have brains that work the same way, but seeing as other animals on Planet Earth don’t really have that either… that’d probably freak them the fuck out too.

Not only do the gangly bipeds sing when they’re scared, they could just as easily start laughing.

| Rivers Of White And Gold | Kim Jongin X Reader AU | Oneshot |

CEO!Jongin X Reader

Genre: Angst & FLUFF

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Kim Jongin for four years now, but recently, he’s been distancing himself from you. When the worst is finally realized, how does he respond?

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, panic attacks, and alcohol

Word Count: 4,762



“No, it’s alright,” You forced a smile with every ounce of self control you had within you at that moment. “It’s not a big deal, promise.”


This was the fifth time that Jongin, your boyfriend, had declined to spend some quality time together with you. First, it was work, which you could understand, as being a corporate business’s CEO wasn’t exactly an easy task. Second, it was previous arrangements with the boys (his group of trusted coworkers, who were so close, they were practically brothers). But now, Jongin was straight up “forgetting” that you had scheduled time with him.


This had been a recurring pattern for three full weeks now. And after having been in this relationship for four years, it hurt. Deep.


“I’m so sorry, (y/n), I promise I’ll make it up to you, I swear I will, I just need some more time to sort some things out.” Jongin’s anxious voice sounded on the receiving end of your smartphone.


“Time…” You bit your lip to keep it from trembling. “Of course… Time. Yeah, I can do that.”


If only you could believe him. The truth was, it wasn’t just the absence of his presence.


On days that he said he had been too busy at work, staying late hours, you had decided to go out with friends of your own to relieve the stress. That was, until one night you saw him across the city street. The red and green lights reflecting off of the cars as they streamed past seemed to throw your head into a state of nausea. There was Jongin. Standing right outside of a prestigious jeweler store, he was accompanied by Sehun, his new girlfriend, and another woman. What made the dagger twist in your heart was the fact that you knew her. She was Jongin’s newest colleague; his own personal secretary, Jiwoo. You could see them inside the store together through the large glass windows, laughing and smiling. Then you saw it, happening in slow motion as your heart lept into your throat. It was Jongin, oh-so-delicately placing a thin string of pristine white gemstones around Jiwoo’s neck as she looked at the floor, blushing.


That night, you disregarded your friends’ adamant protests behind you as you ran down the city streets for the sanctuary of your apartment. That night, tears had stained your pillows. Pillows that still carried his scent.

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Poe Dameron x Reader

Title: On Falling and Flying / AO3
Length: 7k
Rating: T for language
Summary: Pilot Reader has been transferred to D'Qar with high praise from General Organa for her flight skills. And Poe is eager to get her to prove it. But she tries her best to ignore his teasing, certain that he’s only jealous. She has no interest in taking away his precious title as best pilot in the Resistance. But when Reader crashes and almost gets herself killed, she glimpses a side of Poe she hasn’t seen before and she realizes she was wrong about him all along.
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Blushing Danny

Summary: Imagine Danny not knowing what to do when you flirt with him

Characters: Reader, Danny Rand, Jeri Hogarth

Fandom: Marvel- Iron Fist

Imagine by: @henrymccoy 

Word Count: 271

“You’re blushing! That’s adorable!”

AN: This is more of a drabble than a one-shot but I hope you enjoy it all the same. 

Originally posted by savingchesters


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A Hard Day’s Night

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Prompt: Castiel, bothered by his friends because he never even kissed someone, decides he can’t handle the nagging anymore and does something he thought he’d never do.

Tags: student!cas, escort!dean, angst 

Words: 1116

A/N: Part one of a series if there’s interest, feedback is very much appreciated.  

Tagging: @amazingstuartwhoisnotonfire @thedisgraced @funnycas @destielonfire @purgatoan @sunkissedsam @prettyboydean @saminzat @ducksorclowns @castielismyfavouriteangel (please let me know if you want to be tagged, or if I should get you off the list!)

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When Eyes Meet: Part 1

This series feature’s my OC Kit, and her family. Below are links that provide more information. Enjoy!


“He lost his shoe, Diane. His shoe. How does a certified genius lose his shoe?” Diane, the planner for the event simply smiled, before taking a piece of pastry and popping it in her mouth.

“And then there’s Aki, she’s joined the theatre club. I’ve been listening to her and Maia run lines for the past week, and to be honest, I don’t know if I can take much more.” Diane’s smile widened, and Kit took a deep breath before trudging on in her rant,

“On top of that, Seth was suspended… again. And oh, yeah he’s failing math and science.” Kit focused on her friend before asking, “Seriously? You have nothing to say?”

    Diane brushed her hands off, swallowed her bit of food, and then smirked, “Only what I’ve been saying for the past four months. You need a vacation.”

    Kit felt her face slip into a deadpan, before her mouth twisted into a scowl, “You’re not funny.”

    Diane leaned over the counter, “Just a weekend Kit. They can survive for a weekend.”

    Kit envied Diane, the woman had no clue what went into raising two teenagers and a boy genius. She was blissfully unaware of the constant teacher phone calls, the exaggerated, blown out of proportion arguments, lost shoes and books, and the nagging of a know-it-all aunt who wanted to take over. Kit could feel her hair graying by the day, and it was a damn shame. Her hair was pretty.

    “How about just a night. We both have Wednesday and Thursday off. You can get a baby sitter and we can PARTY!” Kit said nothing as she removed food from the oven. “Come on Kit you’re twenty five, not fifty two! We should have some fun.”

    Kit turned and stared at her friend, “I’m a single mother to three kids Diane. They come first, and that means putting my party days behind me.”

    Diane’s pout was on par with Aki’s, “You’re no fun anymore Kit. Come on don’t you want to relive the good old days? Central City, the clubs, the drinks?”

    Kit smiled, “That’s why they call them the good old days… they’re in the past.”

    Diane shrugged, “Fine, fine, but one of these days you and I are going out again.”

    Kit nodded, “Try me when Natsume turns eighteen. Now then, how’s the setup going?”

    Suddenly the party girl was gone, “We are right on schedule. Tables are set up, servers are arriving, the sound system is set up, and the band is unpacking as we speak.”

    Kit let out a sigh of relief. Kit had found out very quickly that restaurant hours were not great for raising kids. With the help of Anna Bailey, Kit had started a catering business. She had brought on Diane three months in, to handle the actual running of the events. A party girl who knew how to work a room, Diane was the perfect personality to mix with the high profile clientele they mixed with on a regular basis. It also allowed Kit to hide in the kitchen away from prying eyes.

    After several successes for Blair’s Flare Catering, Kit had begun to get calls from the rest of Gotham’s socialites. She stayed fairly busy, and was able to provide for her siblings. With a smile Kit watched Diane leave the kitchen in favor of overseeing the circus outside of her kitchen.

    Kit moved around the kitchen seamlessly, moving in unison with her kitchen staff. The food was well on it’s way to being ready, and Kit was feeling confident. She may not be the best mother in the world, but she was a damn good chef.

    “Miss Blair.”

    Taking a deep breath Kit turned towards her employer for the evening, giving a small smile she said, “Good evening Mr. Pennyworth.”

    The older man had a kind face, but he was a snoop. She’d kicked him out of the kitchen a number of times, and she had long figured out that this kitchen was his baby. It was pristine with all the latest gadgets. It was organized in a very specific way, and Kit could tell that it was taken care of with love.

    “Everything is going well I hope.”

    Kit smiled, “Everything is right on track. The food will be ready soon, and my event coordinator tells me that all the guests are comfortable and well taken care of.”

    “Indeed, the appetizers are going over very well. They’ve received more than a few compliments.”

    “I’m glad.”

    “Mr. Wayne in particular liked the crabcakes.”

    Kit blinked a few times before asking, “Mr. Wayne … as in Bruce Wayne.”

    The smile over the butler’s lips was kind, “Indeed. He just recently returned from traveling abroad. This function serves not only as a fundraiser for the Wayne charities, but as a welcome home party as well.”

    Kit nodded, “Well then, I’m glad he’s enjoying the party.”

    Mr. Pennyworth smiled and said, “Indeed Ms. Blair. Now then, are you sure you don’t need any help.”

    “Positive.”

    Kit was forced to hold back a smile at the way his face dropped ever so slightly, before watching him turn and walk away. With a smile she turned back to work.

    Bruce Wayne had always considered galas a necessary evil. While they allowed him to raise money for the Wayne Foundation, they were also a mix of the smarmiest people on the earth. He hadn’t missed them in the eight years he’d been gone. However, his training had left him with certain abilities, at the top were fighting and escape. However he had also learned evasive maneuvers, and misdirection.

    In the three hours since the gala had started he’d only found himself in conversations for a few minutes at a time, before he was able to pass it off to someone else. The evasive maneuvers came in hand when dealing with the hoard of socialite women looking for their perfect match.

    Bruce wanted to laugh at the number of women trying to catch his eye, to have their right eye be the same shade of brown as his left. He’d briefly considered putting in a color contact to fool people into thinking he’d found his soulmate while he was away; Alfred had quickly squashed that plan.

Grabbing another crab cake from a passing server he veered left as Lilian Evertseen peeked over the crowd searching for him. He slipped outside into the cold Gotham winter and let out a breath of relief. That woman had been after him since before he had left. He’d finally met her gave on just to make a point. It hadn’t stopped her. She was determined to get her hands on him and his family’s money. It had gotten so bad, that it had become a running joke in Gotham’s highest running social circles. She had even earned the name Lillian the Bruce-hound.

Bruce took in a deep breath of winter air, before patting the inside of his jacket for a cigar. He cut the tip, before lighting it, and taking a deep drag. It had been years since he’d had one, and Alfred has been kind enough to slip a few into his tux coat to get him through the night.

He enjoyed the peace and quiet for a moment before the hints of a one sided conversation caught his ear. He followed the sound of the voice. It was female and more than a little exasperated.

“Yes Aki, I understand that the music is loud …yes I can hear it through the phone … yes … yes … No … Because you’ve spent the last three weekends at Maia’s place … Oh really, I hadn’t realized our apartment was so much smaller, you know what … you might be better off finding that shoe box you keep talking about … yes I’m serious …go find yourself a shoe box …I take that as a compliment … Yes put Natsume on the phone … what do you mean you can’t find him? Have you checked under the sink? I’ll wait …”

Bruce took another drag of his cigar before peeking around the corner. Immediately his mind began to analyze; Asian descent, most likely Japanese, mid to late twenties, and exhausted from the way she was propping herself against the wall. He pulled back and continued to listen.

“Hey bud, is there any particular reason you’re reading under the sink … oh … I didn’t know that. That explains the shoe at the very least … yes …okay …no … after your bedtime … Well I miss you too. The good news is I have tomorrow morning off, maybe we can go for pancakes … Well I don’t think a Japanese restaurant will be open that early …OHHH you want me to cook?”

Bruce peeked around the corner to find her smiling. She was pretty when she smiled. And then as though in slow motion, Bruce watched as her head turned towards him, their eyes met, and everything went white. Everything else disappeared, she became the only thing he could see, and from the way she was looking at him, he’d bet an arm that the same was happening to her.

As the light faded, he watched her stand, and her finger hit the red button, before he heard her whisper, “Well damn.”

Perfect Distraction

Pairing: danisnotonfire x reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: idk like swearing and friendship issues? 

Word Count: 3110

Prompt: Please write one where like at the start of your too much pressure fic the reader is stressed and angry and dan tries to seduce her and it works i dont mind if theres much smut but can you make the seduction part sexy and slow building and stuff if that makes sense thank you!! _________________________

Four times. Four times this month your so called ‘best friend’ had let you down at the last minute because of a boy. A dickhead of a boy too. The first two times she had text to cancel on your dinner plans it had been a few hours before you’d agreed to meet, so you’d let it go. Though you weren’t happy. The third time, she text you to cancel as you were about to leave your apartment. Giving the poor excuse of not really feeling well enough to eat anything, and then posting an instagram of her cosied up to this guy with a pizza and ice cream. This time. This time really took the biscuit. You were actually at the restaurant when she called.

“Hello? Where are you?!” You whisper harshly, not wanting to disturb anyone else but wanting to her to know you were irritated at the fact she was 25 minutes late.

“Hi Y/N, look I’m really sorry but Kieron’s suprised me with a takeaway tonight, he’s just got here with the food a few minutes ago I had no idea he was coming over I promise I’m so sor-”

“So you aren’t coming?” You say bluntly, not needing the answer. “Are you kidding me?! You realise I’m already here don’t you?”

“Oh shit Y/N look I’ll make this up to you we can g-”

You pull your phone away from your ear and stab at the red bar with your thumb. Typical. Standing from the table, you hold down the hem of your dress and walk towards the door, trying to remember where the hell you saw the taxi’s parked. This was one time too many. You could feel people in the restaurant staring at you, as if you’d been stood up. Humiliated and angry, you shove open the door and pace towards the little black cabs.

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Stabbing the key into your apartment door, you swing it open and throw your bag into the hall, making sure the door closes with a noticeably loud ‘bang’.

“Y/N?”

Your boyfriend Dan appears at the end of the hall, wearing his loose pajama bottoms and black jumper. His hair was fluffy and his face was adorably confused and a little in awe of your appearance. You’d dressed up tonight as you’d chosen to meet her in a fairly fancy restaurant. Turned out to be a wasted effort on her… maybe not him. Dan hadn’t seen you get ready or leave as he was at a meeting for Radio 1, and as far as he knew, you weren’t going to be back until late anyway.

“She cancelled again didn’t she.” You say, shoving your palm out in front of you in a gesture of annoyance as you kick away your heels.

“Oh..again?” He says, taking bare-footed slow steps towards you but not meeting your eyes. Instead they were travelling down your body.

“Yes, again, I’ve told you about all this Dan.” You say, pulling out your messy bun and letting your hair fall around your shoulders. “She’s met this fuckboy who I know is sleeping around with other girls but she’s totally in love with him and she won’t listen to a word I say about it. Every time we’ve tried to meet up she’s cancelled last minute for him, and THIS time I was actually sat at the fucking table!”

“Yeah?” He continues to make slow steps, his lips parted in a small smile.

“Yes! What are you smiling at?!” You ask, placing your hands on your hips.

“You look really hot.” He shrugs confidently, sliding both hands into his pajama pockets. You let your arms fall to your sides again, stare at his face and sigh. He never put his hands in his pockets and weirdly it made him look really attractive in that moment.

“So do you. Stop complimenting me whilst I’m mad. It’s not fair. I need you to let me complain about this situation okay?”

“I haven’t seen that dress before.” He replies, his eyes wandering down your body again as he takes another slow step towards you. He had the glimmer in his eyes you knew all too well.

“It’s new. Stop changing the subject.”

“I think you’re a better one.” His voice had dropped lower, like it always did when he was being flirty. He was now only a couple of feet away from you and he smelled beautiful. You take a breath and glance at his chest, before running your fingers through the top part of your hair, flicking it to the side.

“Are you listening to me? Did you miss the part where I said I was sat alone waiting for her?” You try not to smile at your boyfriend who you could see had bitten his bottom lip slightly.  "I want you to be mad at her with me. Stop looking at me like that.“ “I am mad at her, of course I am, I’m just more in love with you right now.” He says softly, reducing the gap between you to about an inch and gazing down at you with his dark brown eyes. He expands his chest ever so slightly and his soft lips move closer to yours. You see his arm move as he takes his hand out of his pocket and you feel his fingers graze the top of your hip.

“I’m not sure what you’re after Daniel” You lie, slowly pressing your body into his, “But I’m going to go and order a pizza, and they best have garlic bread too or else I’m going to be really mad.”

“You’re sexy when you’re mad too.” He mumbles, his eyes fixed on yours.

“Am I?” You ask, leaning your head up and touching the very edge of your lips to his, “Well, right now I just want food.” You lie again. Dan was rarely this flirty, and it was already making you feel all gooey but you knew you could drag this out. You lean back from him and you see his jaw clench and his temple move, a sure sign he was frustrated. You loved the jaw thing, and you doubted he knew that sometimes you wind him up just to see it. What could you say, frustrated Dan was hot Dan.

You brush past him and walk into the kitchen, knowing he would be watching you.

You flick you hair over to one shoulder and pull open the kitchen drawer stuffed full of takeaway menu’s and random papers you find lying around the house, normally the ones Dan has conveniently dropped or ignored, and search for anything with a pizza on it.

“Do you want anything? We could get two if there’s a deal.” You suggest, pulling out a handful and fanning them out in front of you. You hear him pad down the hall towards the doorway and you close the drawer and turn around to lean against the sideboard, still shuffling through the papers.

“Yeah, I could eat.” He replies.

You lift your head to see him leaning against the door frame, his hands back in his pockets and his hair fluffed up as if he’d just ran his fingers through it. He gazes at you as you with his dark eyes and his mouth curls at the edge as you unknowingly stare back. He was giving you little tiny butterflies and all he was doing was looking at you.

“Daniel.” You say.

“What?” He replies, his smile growing.

“Stop it.” You say sternly, biting the inside of your cheek to stop you from smiling back. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he knew it was working. You were still angry about the failed evening and you weren’t quite ready to let it go.

“I’m just standing here!” He laughs, grinning at you and shrugging his broad shoulders slightly in protest.

“I’m ringing Dominos. You want garlic bread too?” You grab his phone that’s lying next to the toaster and type in the number. You lift it up to your ear, listening to the rings and wait for the answer on the other end.

“I really like that dress.” He says, completely ignoring you again. He takes his hand out of his pocket and raises his thumb to his lips, gently biting down on the very top, staring at you. He walks further into the room and leans against the sideboard opposite you, so you turn away from him and face the cupboards, trying so desperately to concentrate on the phone call.

“Hi, yes, hello.” You blurt out when someone finally answers. “Can I place an order for delivery? Yeah its Y/N Y/L/N, the address should be there… Brilliant yeah that’s the one. Okay can I have a large pepperoni pizza with a crap ton of extra cheese please… yeah honestly just throw it on there don’t hold back.”

You hear Dan laugh quietly from behind you.

“And a large Texas barbecue pizza. Both with portions of garlic bread… Yeah that’s it. We’ll pay on delivery… Alright, thank you, bye.” You hit the red button and slide Dan’s phone back on to the side, finally turning round to face him. He was still watching you, his arms crossed against his chest and his head tilted slightly.

“She said delivery would be about twenty five minutes”

“Okay.”

You let out a sigh and rub your temple, closing your eyes for a few seconds. “I’m going to have to ring her Dan. I don’t care if she’s with that twat, in fact I’m going to tell her exactly what I think of this whole thing.” You reach for his phone again when suddenly he closes the gap between you, his hand taking your wrist.

“Or maybe you ring her tomorrow, and we spend the next twenty five minutes doing something less depressing?” He suggests, moving in close to your face, gently kissing your forehead. You sigh again, this time it had a slightly different meaning.

“Like what?”, you ask, placing his phone down and grasping onto the bottom of his jumper. He moves his hands to your back and you feel him smile against your skin.

“I’ll show you.” He whispers. You breathe him in, trying to forget the stress of the evening, and you feel his hands wind round your waist. He tilts his head and parts his lips, brushing them against yours, and you exhale as he moves one hand to pull a strand of hair from your face. You can’t hold back any more, he’d been teasing you from the second you got home. To be fair, you’d been teasing him back. You force your lips against his, and your hands grip his hips, pushing his jumper up slightly with your fingers. He kisses you back strongly and you feel your stomach twist, not just because you were hungry.

Suddenly, his hands tighten on your waist and he effortlessly lifts you up onto the sideboard, standing between your thighs. You take your hands and wind them into his messy hair, pulling his head forwards as you lean back slightly, deepening your kiss. It had been a long time since you and Dan had been like this with each other, busy schedules and all that. You were going to enjoy these next twenty five minutes for all they were worth.

You take your hand from his hair and hold on to his wrist, which was still on your waist. Wanting him to hold you tighter. Instead, he slows his kisses, and you feel his fingers move to touch the end of your knee. He breathes heavy against your mouth, and his fingers glide round the side of your knee. Your heart is beating heavily in your chest, with excitement. Only 10 minutes ago it was beating heavily with anger. Dan could do amazing things to you.

He continues to give you gentle kisses, and you feel his fingers graze up your leg, towards the top of your thigh. You roll your body into his, and he moves his lips from your mouth to your jawline, and then to your neck. Managing to find the tender spot instantly. His fingers push under the material of your dress and your body tingles in anticipation. His fingertips now so close to your crotch. You encourage him by wrapping your calf round the back of his thigh, pulling his own crotch closer to you. He was however still kissing your neck, and time was ticking.

“Dan,” you mumble against his hair. He pulls his head away and looks at you questioningly with his wide eyes, his lips still close to yours.

“Get a move on.” You open your mouth and bite hold of his bottom lip. Dan grins wickedly back at you, his eyes firey and his cheeks red. His hair unbelievably even more wild than before.

“As you wish.”

He grasps hold of your waist once more and holds on to you tightly, his lips crushing yours as he carries you through the kitchen door towards the lounge. You giggle at him as he almost walks you into the door frame, both of you not really concentrating on direction. You feel the sofa against the back of your legs and he lowers you down. You wiggle upwards and your hands grab at his jumper, desperate to remove it. Dan takes the material in his hands and pulls it over his head, lowering his bare chest back down towards you and resting on his elbows, either side of your head. Your hands run up his ribs and grip at his shoulder blades, his skin warm to touch. You run your hands back down his body as he continues to kiss you, his tongue against yours and small sighs escaping both your lips. You grab at his pajama bottoms and shove them with all the strength you can muster at that angle but they barely budge, so you push at his chest and sit up, with him kneeling over you. You feel his fingers pull at the zip on your dress and a cool breeze hits your back, contrasting with your heated skin. You yank down his pajama bottoms and twist your legs round to position yourself on your knees, so your face is right against his. He runs his hands over your shoulders, pulling your dress down and leaning his head back slightly to look at your increasingly revealed skin.

“You’re being gentle with this one.” You giggle, holding the back of his neck and placing your other hand on his rising and falling chest.

“I told you, I really like it.” He grins back, pulling it down your body. You let your arms fall and he pulls the sleeves down, the dress bunching round your bent knees.

You once again hold his neck and you move your mouth against his. That’s when you feel his fingers against your crotch. Small strokes at first that make your hips wiggle and you cant help but let out a small moan into his mouth. You feel him smile again and his fingers twist your underwear tightly, pulling them down over your hips to join your dress. He lowers you back down, hovering over you but never breaking contact between your chests.

You suddenly feel him grind himself into you, and your stomach knots and your back arches in pleasure. This is what it has been building up to. His bare hot skin against yours, soft and sensitive. You feel his hard length against you, as he runs his fingers up your ribs and under your back, where he unclasps your bra in a matter of seconds (he’d gotten good at this recently) and chucks it onto the floor. You take this time to wriggle your dress further down your body and over your ankles, kicking it away. You use your foot to push at Dan’s pajama bottoms too and breathe heavily against his mouth as you enjoy the few seconds of being fully naked with him, relishing every inch of his body against yours. You open your mouth and push your crotch up against his, creating the friction you were craving.

“Don’t go out with her again. Stay with me.” He whispers. You respond with a kiss.

“Okay.”

He slowly pushes himself into you. A warm wave of pleasure rolls through your body and he tucks his head into your neck, letting out the sexiest groan you’ve ever heard. You roll your hips up to meet his rhythm and feel the heat build slowly and surely deep within your stomach. You wrap your legs around his bum and grip tightly onto his hair. Your moans grow louder with each minute that passes, as do his, until his rhythm changes to faster, deeper thrusts and the waves are now so powerful you almost forget to breathe. Your head tilts backwards and Dan’s teeth sink gently into the soft spot of your neck. His back and chest growing damp with sweat.

You both climax together, when you squeeze his hips with your thighs and bite down on his lip, as he thrusts into you one last time. You feel your thighs quiver and you wriggle beneath him, as he grips your hip with his hand and tries to control his own spasms. You let out a loud few sighs and softly kiss his neck as he breathes against your shoulder. You felt exhausted, but so happy, and had almost forgotten about the pizza when suddenly..

*DING DONG*

“Ah shit.” You hear Dan mumble against you. “They’re early.”

“Yeah,” you grin to yourself. “There’s no way that was 25 minutes.” Dan lifts his head up and opens his mouth wide in mock offense.

“In my defense, you did rush me.”

“Go get the pizza.” You giggle, kissing him passionately on the lips one last time, before planting a single gentle one on his nose.

He smiles down at you before lifting himself away and reaching for his pajama bottoms, shoving them on backwards and stumbling towards the door. You laugh after him, and sit up yourself, finding your knickers in the pile of clothes and sliding his jumper over your head. You feel your stomach grumble in hunger and realise how differently tonight would have gone if your 'best friend’ had actually showed up. In many ways you were still mad at her, but in many more you were glad of the way things had turned out. You were also glad you hadn’t spent the entire evening being grumpy about it. Mind you, that was all down to Dan. He was the most perfect distraction.

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Hope you like this one! Didn’t want to make Dan too dominant because I feel like that’s a whole seperate fic ;) Let me know what you think/any advice. Thanks for reading! x

99 Problems (8/)

  Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission?  By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War.  What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader.

Warnings: Swearing, flirting, angst, fluff, and smut ;)

99 problems masterlist

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                                                       Chapter 8

   You hear the door open behind you , your hands fly to your cheeks to wipe away any lingering tears. 

“ Y/n?“  Steve asks, his voice coming from right behind you . 

You turn to him , plastering a fake smile on, ” Good morning Steve.“ you try to sound happy, but you can tell Steve sees right through it .

” You know, I can still read you like the back of my hand. “ he says as he crosses his arms. You sigh, then begin telling him what happened last night with Bucky .   When you finish the story , he pinches the bridge of his nose as he groans.

" Ill talk to him .” he says, moving towards the door. You grab his hand to stop him .

“No, Steve this is something I should do on my own . I just - not right now.” you answer quietly .

“ Why not right now? Y/n, he doesn’t want that girl, and if he does something with her its going to be out of spite & bother both of you. "  Yelling from outside breaks you from your conversation with Steve, you both look to the window, seeing Bucky and Johnny yelling at each other.                                                                                                                                 ” Oh shit. “ you say as you rush to the door with Steve hot on your heel. When you make it down to them , Bucky is reeling his fist back . You launch forward, grabbing onto it.

” Bucky no !“ you say as he turns to see who stopped him .

 ” Of course you’d be the one to stop me.“ he snaps.” What the hell is that suppose to mean?!“ you shout . Now you and Bucky are face to face, anger radiating off of both of you .

” Guys-“

” Shut up Steve.“ you both say at the same time.

” Bucky what the hell is wrong with you!“ you angrily ask .

” Theres nothing wrong with me ! Keep your boy toy on a leash , he was hitting on my girl “ His Girl? You hear the girl from the beach giggle, walking up and lacing her arm through Buckys. She leans up pressing her lips to his ,you nearly lose it . 

You let out a cold laugh , ” Oh really ? Your new girl? “ you ask , you direct you gaze to her , ” You have 20 seconds to get the hell out of here .“ you growl at her.

” I don’t think so.“ She replies bravely. You send her an impressed look , then take a step towards her. Steves arm wraps around your waist stopping you ,

” I would listen to her ma'am. I don’t think I can hold her back.“ Steve says to the girl.  She scoffs, moving behind Bucky to use him as a shield.  Bucky is wearing a sick grin that’s begging to be wiped off his face.

 ” Steve, let me go.“ you demand, and to your surprise he listens.

You lock eyes with the girl , ” You want him, you got him Honey. Goodluck. You did me a favor, Saved me from telling an asshat like him that I love him.“  The last words falling from your lips before you can stop them . Your eyes go wide, mirroring everyone elses. You didn’t even realize how far you had fallen until this moment when the words involuntarily flew from your lips in a moment of hurt & anger. You turn , leaving everyone absolutely silent.  You don’t try to fight the tears that are falling now as you climb the stairs to your room.   Before you can shut your door a hand slides through .

" 10 /10 on that performance . You left everyone speechless. ” Johnny says, trying to make you laugh . When he sees he failed, he pulls you to him . You push away though , wiping the tears from your eyes.  You hear a knock on your door, and he goes to see who it is . Him and Steve return ,

“  What Steve.” you snap when you see him staring at you .

“  Talk to him.” Is all he says ,all you can do is laugh.

“ You’re kidding , right Steve?” Johnny asks

“ I  don’t think so sweetheart. That ship, has sailed and sunk. ” you say while you flop down on your bed.

 ” Y/n?“ Oh hell no.You immediately sit up at the sound of Buckys voice,

” Get the hell out.“ you say . You lock eyes with him, and he steps towards you . ” What don’t you understand Barnes. Get. Out.“ you growl.  He keeps moving towards you , making your anger boil over.  ” Your girl wouldn’t appreciate you being in my room ,would she? “ you question with fake sincerity.

” Y/n I’m sorry I shoul-“   you push past him , exiting your room.

 Johnny catches up to you before you reach the stairs , he grabs your hand, pulling you with as he sprints down the stairs.  When you reach the bottom of the stairs he grabs a random pair of keys off the hooks then continues outside.  When he hit the alarm button on the keys,Tonys red convertible starts blinking.  You hear johnny pretty much moan at the sight and he hops in the drivers seat. You leap over the passenger door,landing in the seat beside him. Both super soldiers barrel out of the front door after you guys, but its too late . The car flies past them in a blur , you can hear them yelling after you but it soon fades.       

  When you return to the house a few hours later,  you feel much better . You spent the day arm in arm with Johnny, walking around & eating at every icecream shop you could find. You both try to sneak into the house quietly,  you’re praying the team is out back or on the beach  . It was too early for them to be asleep .

You silently close the front door,  you and johnny both yelp when FRIDAYS voice appears.  ” Sergeant Barnes, Miss Y/n has returned.“ He would ask to be told when I’m back . Fucking creep.

  Bucky walks through the kitchen doorway , standing in front of you. Awkward silence ensues, until you break it by laughing. ” Well, that was fun . But I’m gonna hit the showers. Night boys. “ you say as you go to the stairs.

 ” y/n its only like 6 !“ Johnny calls after you . You flick him off over your shoulder as you start on the stairs.  You don’t get too far before a hand wraps around your wrist. You turn on the step , as you an arm snakes around your knees and you fall over someones shoulder.

” What the fuck. Put me down!“ you yell, you look up seeing Johnny in the same spot you left him .Oh fuck . You realize Bucky is the one carrying you , you start squirming in his hold.

” Unless you wanna fall head first down the stairs I suggest you stop. “ he warns as he climbs the stairs.  When he finally stops , he tosses you onto your bed.

“  I should of let you explain last night, I jumped to about 500 different conclusions instead. I thought you were embarrassed that Johnny caught us, or that maybe you wanted him instead.  Or that you came to your senses and realized that you deserve more than me .  I love you Y/n , I’ve known for a while, but when you kissed me I couldn’t hide it anymore. The thought of you not -”

“ Stop.” you say  . You are barely holding in the tears now, you move from your bed to your door.

 ” Y/n please-“ his voice cracks .

” Your goal was to hurt me by being with that girl, right? To hurt me like you were last night? Congratulations,you got what you wanted.I thought you were different ,I didn’t think you’d ever hurt me on purpose, whether we are friends or lovers.  You’re not who I thought you were . “ 

 " I’m the same person Y/n,  I made a mistake, and I am sorry for it.  But can you honestly tell me you wouldn’t of done the same if you were in my shoes last night ? If I pushed you away , what would you of done?” he was getting aggravated now, anger taking over his tone.  

“ I would of let you explain!”

“ Oh really? Like you did today when you took off with Johnny!?” he shouts.Oh crap. 


You sigh , realizing he is partially right. When you don’t answer, he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. You walk back to the bed and sit on the edge. He sits next to you , your elbows brushing eachothers.

 "When I came here, I really only had Steve.  You didn’t even know me, and you came to my rescue when Ross showed up . You came hurling into my life like a hurricane; a beautiful, crazy as fuck, caring hurricane. You blew away everything I thought I knew , and accepted me as I am; a broken monster . I didn’t think I stood a chance, why would someone as wonderful & sweet as you , love a disaster like me?“ he says . 

 You turn, your hands going to cradle his cheek. Tears are slowly falling down your cheeks at his words, at how low he sees himself.

” You are not a monster, do you hear me Bucky? You are far from it .“ you tell him , but you see the insecurity in his eyes.  " I didn’t want to push you away , ” you sigh , trying to gain the courage to continue, “ You spent your life having decisions made for you , never having the chance to choose what you wanted to do . I didn’t want to bombard you with my feelings, and make you think you had to feel the same.  You’re still piecing together your memories Buck, I didn’t want to add more weight on your shoulders. “ 

” So , you made the choice for me , huh?“ he scoffs.

 ” No! I was just- okay I know it seems like that . But I wasn’t - ugh this is just so- I wanted to talk about it with you last night. See if that was you really wanted, if I was what you really wanted .“ you say shyly.  The room is filled with silence, until Buckys deep laughter shatters it. You whip your head towards him in  confusion at his outburst.  

He shakes his head, then leans over and places his lips gently on yours in a quick kiss, ” I love you.“ he says , his lips brushing against yours.

” I love you Bucky.“ you confess. The second the words leave your lips his fingers card through your hair, pulling you closer to him . You don’t resist, giving in as his lips move with yours . You run your tongue over his bottom lip, and he immediately parts his lips to let you in. As the kiss gets dirtier, you push his shoulders back, knocking him flat on the bed . You straddle his lap, quickly taking off your shirt. 


You lean back down to connecting your lips once again . His hands are all over you , massaging your breasts, then sliding down your sides to grope your ass . He flips you both , then removes the rest of your clothes, then his. The feeling of his metal fingers swiping through your drenched folds sends a new set of chills through your body.  His fingers tease your clit as his lips trail down your neck .  

” Bucky , I cant wait. Just please.“ you beg through the moans that slip out. He leans down , starting a passionate kiss as he glides his cock through your folds . Your hips lift as you feel his tip prodding at your entrance . He slides into you , both of you moaning at the feeling . He gives you a moment to adjust before he begins slowly thrusting .  He stays slow for a while, before he grips your hips and starts pounding into you.

” God, you don’t know how good you feel doll. “ his voice was raspy and strained.Your back arches as he picks up his pace, you can tell you aren’t going to last long from the way you can already feel yourself clamping around him.

 "Bucky I’m-"   His grip tightens on your hips, his pace quickening as he slams even harder into you . ” Oh my god.“ you whimper . You spiral into your orgasm, loud whines leaving your lips as you tightly shut your eyes.  Bucky doesn’t stop though , just continues relentlessly fucking you as he chases his finish.

” I think I can get one more out of you Darling.“ he says between grunts. His fingers find your clit, the feeling of cold metal hitting your sensitive folds sends a shock through you . He keeps his animalistic pace as he harshly circles your clit. You can feel his rhythm falter, signaling you that hes close.

” Bucky , harder !“  He listens, almost violently fucking you into your second orgasm and him into his . He cums moaning your name, and you swear it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard.   He rolls off to your side, both of you panting  .

  ” Mr.Barnes,  Mr Stark requests your presence in the back yard when you are ready .“  FRIDAYS voice startles both of you . You can feel the ache in your body forming already as you stand to dress.  Before you can take a step, Buckys arm is around your waist tugging you back down.  

” Don’t go anywhere. Ill be back. “ He says as he gently kisses you . You giggle and lay back down.    

 When you wake up , you grab your phone and see its been a couple hours since Bucky went to talk to Tony. You look to the other side of your bed and find it empty. Where is he?  You roll out of bed to find him . You find him in the kitchen, staring out the back windows at the ocean.  His posture was tense, setting off alarms in your mind. What could Tony of possibly said to him  .

” You never came back .“ you say quietly. He doesn’t turn around when he responds ,

” I know. “ You step behind him, beginning to wrap your arms around his waist from behind. As your hands go to meet at his stomach his hands stop you, grabbing onto yours and removing them .  

"  Whatever this is, its over."  he says coldly.

"  What are you -  It barely even started Bu-”

“ Its over. I dont want this. ”

I’m sorry , what?


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"Wait, don't pull away... not yet" with Jesse McCree please :3

‘The Orca went down.’

‘Unable to get in contact with field agents.’

‘Sending retrieval ship, use caution.’

Each of the debriefing messages played in your head as you sprinted across the base towards the vertipad, Athena preemptively opening the doors for you before you ran into them. You slid down a hallway before hitting a door that led outside, your hair whipping around you as you watched the Orca begin to land, your heart in your throat as it touched the ground. You bounced from foot to foot, tears springing to your eyes as you watched the door open and agents begin to disembark. Both of your hands flew to your lips, barely choking back the elated sob as tears rolled down your cheeks in joy. 

“J-Jesse!”

He had barely poked his head out of the door, his eyes frantic before they landed on you. You examined him from far away, his face and arms covered in small nicks and cuts, hit red plaid button up rolled up to his elbows, hat settled on top of his head. He was fine. He was alive. He was home. He limped down the ramp of the ship, something you didn’t miss as you ran up to him, the man opening his arms for you as you launched yourself into him. He barely kept himself upright as you sobbed into his chest, one of his hands resting on the top of your head while the other rubbed at the small of your back. Soft words of ‘honey’, ‘sugar’, ‘darlin’, ‘sweetheart’ barely reached your ears as you reassured yourself that this was real and not another idealistic dream. You gave a choked, startled sound as he tried to pull away, your arms getting tighter around him. 

“Wait, don’t pull away…not yet…”

“Of course darlin….take all the time ya need…”

Cheat Day (Gladio x Reader)

Nif!! Since everyone seemed to enjoy my Ignis x Reader cupcake fluff story (you included. I’m glad you enjoyed, btw <3), I decided to write cake themed stories for all the bros. Here’s Gladio’s. Fluff time! I hope it’s as good as my last. Hope to send you Noctis’s soon :)

Congrats on finishing those requests, btw. You’re such a hard worker and we all appreciate it. <3

You collapsed onto the couch with an exhausted groan. The clock that hung just above the flat screen TV in your boyfriend’s apartment read 5:13 PM.You never thought you’d be this tired this early in the evening. You weren’t much of a night person, but this was ridiculous. This diet and exercise regiment was going to be the end of you. You were sure of it. You and Gladiolus have been on it for a matter of months, but you were past the breaking point. You were dying for something sweet… and a nice long nap. 

Gladio chuckled lowly at the sight of you sprawled across the couch stretching out your right arm in desperation to reach the remote. As hard as you stretched, you came up only centimeters short. “Ughhh,” you cried out. 

“Here,” Gladio leaned over the edge of the couch to pick up the remote and toss it onto your stomach.
“Ow,” you moaned the the object hit your already sore abdomen. You removed the remote and pressed the red button labeled POWER, turning on the television in front of you. The evening news was reporting on the usual; the war with Niflheim. 

“Sore, huh?” Gladio asked, not bothering to hide the obvious smirk on his lips.
“What makes you think that?” You responded sarcastically turning on your side to attempt to get more comfortable on the couch and to get a better view of the television. 
You heard Gladio’s step into the kitchen and open the fridge. “You want leftover grilled chicken?” He called. 

You held back an unenthusiastic groan. “Can I be perfectly honest with you? If I have to eat one more piece of chicken, I’m going to turn into one.” You heard him snort at your joke. “You know what I really want?” You sat up slightly to peek over the couch. “A nice, big, chocolate cake. With chocolate frosting. Gods, that sounds so amazing right now.”

He stared at you with playful, scolding eyes. “Not gonna happen, babe,” he told you before he turned away to look into the fridge again.

“Ughhhhh,” you groaned louder, plopping back down into a laying position on the couch. “Just leave me to starve then. I’m taking a nap,” you stated, closing your eyes and letting the low murmur of the TV slowly put you to sleep. 


Your eyes fluttered open as you awoke naturally. You felt dried drool stain the left side of you chin. Ew. Steadily you sat up, letting a thin blanket that Gladio must have draped over you fall to your lap.  

The TV was turned off.
The remote was neatly placed on the coffee table in front of you. 
The clock read 9:37.
Whoops. Didn’t mean to sleep that much. 

You lazily tossed your blanket aside and got your feet. 
Unexpectedly, the sweet scent of chocolate wafted past your nose. 
“No way,” you whispered to yourself. You followed the scent to the kitchen, the sight before you genuinely surprised you. 

“Thanks for finally joining me, sleeping beauty.”

Gladio stood before you at the kitchen counter with a chocolate covered butterknife in hand. On the counter laid a serving plate that had a misshapen two layered cake that was only half frosted. The top layer looked as if it had been through an earthquake and had been poorly glued back together by frosting. Crumbs scattered across the counters and strayed on the floor.   

“What’s this about?” You couldn’t help but smile at the display. 
“I ran to the store and bought some cake mix,” he explained, putting the knife down onto the counter. “I figured we could both use a cheat day.”

You walked closer to your boyfriend, unable to wipe the smile from your lips. “I have just decided.. you are the best boyfriend in Eos,” you stated. 

He smirked proudly as he pulled you toward his chest. You pressed your right cheek against his muscular pectorals nuzzling him. He smelled like chocolate.His strong arms wrapped around your waist. 
“It’s nothing like Specs or Iris would have made. It still smells damn good though,” he admitted proudly. 

“It’s perfect,” you looked up at him, getting up on your tip toes to kiss his chin. He tilted his head downward to capture your lips in a sweet, tender kiss. His mouth tasted like chocolate frosting. 
You pulled away and giggled. “You’ve been eating the frosting,” you concluded. “Is that why the cake is only half frosted?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. 

You snorted and broke from his embrace you walk to the fridge. You pulled out the carton of milk that sat on the top shelf. Carefully placing it on the counter, you got onto your tip toes to reach the cabinets that contained the glasses.

“I got it, love,” he assured from behind you. “Go ahead and cut the cake.”


I AM SO HAPPY YOU’RE WRITING MORE OF THESE!!! Thank you for submitting this story, ahhh so cute!

Imagine: Happier - Tyler Seguin

Requested: Yes | No 

Word Count: 1247

Summary: Based on Ed Sheeran’s song, “Happier”. Tyler sees you for the first time since your break up, and drunkenly decides to phone you late at night. 

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Morgan Rielly - Part Five

I’m so excited for the next part in a few days! Hope you all like it so far. 

I scramble into the car without another thought. The interior is sleek, everything a faceless black from the steering wheel to the floor mats. I eye everything warily until Morgan catches my eye, a smirk meeting me as I look at him.

               “Nice car, huh?” He asks and I roll my eyes. “No? You can walk then…”

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Commander (Pt. 1)

Bucky Barnes x female!OC

Summary: Earth has some new and unexpected saviors teaming up with the Avengers as they wait for the inevitable arrival of Thanos.

Warnings: Slow burn, some swearing

A/N: So this is my new series guys. It’s the longest series I’ve written so far and I’m not even done with it yet. Tags are open so if you like to be tagged feel free to ask. GIF is my edit but not my original, if you know the original artist let me know and I’ll credit them but I was unable to locate them. If you have any questions about why you’ve been tagged in this fic please see THIS post. Also I’m a sucker for art so if you for some reason feel compelled to do art of my characters please tag me in it so I can reblog it endlessly. 

PS: I’m terrible at summaries, I’m always worried I’m going to give too much away…


She had been living on this god-forsaken planet on and off for almost half of a century and everything had been fine and dandy up until the past few years. Then Thor and Loki decided to show their royal faces and now shit was getting real. After the battle of New York with the Chitauri, she had been keeping a very close eye on the Avengers and everything they were doing. Based on their most recent antics and the rumors she had heard floating around the other universes, it was inevitable that Thanos was going to be showing up here soon. She spent months calculating and analyzing everything preparing for her departure but now the time had come and she needed to leave before it was too late.

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Hey, so, remember how i had that idea about Viktor finding out about Yuuri’s past as an author of Viktor Nikiforov RPF?

Midnight Salchow

Yuuri is convinced he has hidden his shameful past as a writer of Viktor Nikiforov RPF.

Yuuri is mistaken.


Yakov’s voice echoed distant in the large arena, berating Georgi for some new mistake. At the far end of the rink, Yuuri leaned against the boards, staring down at his phone and wishing heartily that he had never heard of Viktor Nikiforov.

Dietrich87 left the following comment on Midnight Salchow:
it was okay, I guess, for a story written 4 years ago. Victor seems OOC – you should watch his interviews before you write any more RPF like this.

Yuuri gripped his phone so hard his hand hurt. After Viktor’s announced return to figure skating, all the figure skating forums had gone wild, looking for anything to do with Viktor. And then someone had dug up all the old Viktor Nikiforov fanfiction from the depths of the internet and blasted it out on Tumblr for everyone to see.

Including, to Yuuri’s eternal horror, Midnight Salchow.

What had Yuuri been thinking?

VikkyNo1Fan left the following comment on Midnight Salchow:
Viktor Nikiforov is a real person and creeps like you shouldn’t be writing perverted crap like this about real people.

Yuuri dug his toe pick into the ice. He knew Viktor was a real person and he knew he was probably the worst kind of pervert for writing this story, but it had been four years ago and Yuuri had really needed to practice his written English.

And so what if he had channeled that need into a six-thousand-word real-person skating fanfic in which Viktor, fresh off winning another gold medal at Worlds, encountered an up-and-coming Japanese figure skater Shimizu Taizo at a rink after-hours? It wasn’t like anyone would connect that with a nobody like Yuuri.

And so, four years later, Yuuri’s inbox was being filled by cranky comments from people who had absolutely no idea who had written that story.

BlueFairy left the following comment on Midnight Salchow:
omg this is so cute!!! I really liked how Taizo blushed when Victor complimented his Ina Bauer

Okay, that one wasn’t too bad. Yuuri flipped to the next notification.

WWBBDo left the following comment on Midnight Salchow:
I started off liking this, but then you had Viktor blowing Taizo (author self-insert, much??) and like Viktor would *never* do that. Shower sex, maybe, but not the rest.

Yuuri’s cheeks went red, but he held himself back from hitting the reply button. “Want to bet?” he muttered at his phone. He and Viktor had been late to practice that morning due to Viktor’s insistence on very thoroughly sucking Yuuri off before they left the apartment.

He moved his thumb off the screen. All those things that Yuuri now knew about Viktor, and he would never be able to respond to any of these comments left for “MasterFlip” on AO3.

He should have deleted this story years ago.

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Cheat Day (Gladio x Reader)

SFW

Gladio x Reader

Word Count: 812

Yay more dessert themed drabbles! I decided to write cake stories for all the Bros, since you all enjoyed Ignis’s so much. Cake brings people together, right? Right. Hope you all enjoy <3

You collapsed onto the couch with an exhausted groan. The clock that hung just above the flat screen TV in your boyfriend’s apartment read 5:13 PM.You never thought you’d be this tired this early in the evening. You weren’t much of a night person, but this was ridiculous. This diet and exercise regiment was going to be the end of you. You were sure of it. You and Gladiolus have been on it for a matter of months, but you were past the breaking point. You were dying for something sweet… and a nice long nap. 

Gladio chuckled lowly at the sight of you sprawled across the couch stretching out your right arm in desperation to reach the remote. As hard as you stretched, you came up only centimeters short. “Ughhh,” you cried out. 

“Here,” Gladio leaned over the edge of the couch to pick up the remote and toss it onto your stomach.
“Ow,” you moaned the the object hit your already sore abdomen. You removed the remote and pressed the red button labeled POWER, turning on the television in front of you. The evening news was reporting on the usual; the war with Niflheim. 

“Sore, huh?” Gladio asked, not bothering to hide the obvious smirk on his lips.
“What makes you think that?” You responded sarcastically turning on your side to attempt to get more comfortable on the couch and to get a better view of the television.
You heard Gladio’s step into the kitchen and open the fridge. “You want leftover grilled chicken?” He called. 

You held back an unenthusiastic groan. “Can I be perfectly honest with you? If I have to eat one more piece of chicken, I’m going to turn into one.” You heard him snort at your joke. “You know what I really want?” You sat up slightly to peek over the couch. “A nice, big, chocolate cake. With chocolate frosting. Gods, that sounds so amazing right now.”

He stared at you with playful, scolding eyes. “Not gonna happen, babe,” he told you before he turned away to look into the fridge again.

“Ughhhhh,” you groaned louder, plopping back down into a laying position on the couch. “Just leave me to starve then. I’m taking a nap,” you stated, closing your eyes and letting the low murmur of the TV slowly put you to sleep.


Your eyes fluttered open as you awoke naturally. You felt dried drool stain the left side of you chin. Ew. Steadily you sat up, letting a thin blanket that Gladio must have draped over you fall to your lap.  

The TV was turned off.
The remote was neatly placed on the coffee table in front of you.
The clock read 9:37.
Whoops. Didn’t mean to sleep that much. 

You lazily tossed your blanket aside and got your feet.
Unexpectedly, the sweet scent of chocolate wafted past your nose.
“No way,” you whispered to yourself. You followed the scent to the kitchen, the sight before you genuinely surprised you. 

“Thanks for finally joining me, sleeping beauty.”

Gladio stood before you at the kitchen counter with a chocolate covered butterknife in hand. On the counter laid a serving plate that had a misshapen two layered cake that was only half frosted. The top layer looked as if it had been through an earthquake and had been poorly glued back together by frosting. Crumbs scattered across the counters and strayed on the floor.   

“What’s this about?” You couldn’t help but smile at the display.
“I ran to the store and bought some cake mix,” he explained, putting the knife down onto the counter. “I figured we could both use a cheat day.”

You walked closer to your boyfriend, unable to wipe the smile from your lips. “I have just decided.. you are the best boyfriend in Eos,” you stated. 

He smirked proudly as he pulled you toward his chest. You pressed your right cheek against his muscular pectorals nuzzling him. He smelled like chocolate. His strong arms wrapped around your waist.
“It’s nothing like Specs or Iris would have made. It still smells damn good though,” he admitted proudly. 

“It’s perfect,” you looked up at him, getting up on your tip toes to kiss his chin. He tilted his head downward to capture your lips in a sweet, tender kiss. His mouth tasted like chocolate frosting.
You pulled away and giggled. “You’ve been eating the frosting,” you concluded. “Is that why the cake is only half frosted?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. 

You snorted and broke from his embrace you walk to the fridge. You pulled out the carton of milk that sat on the top shelf. Carefully placing it on the counter, you got onto your tip toes to reach the cabinets that contained the glasses.

“I got it, love,” he assured from behind you. “Go ahead and cut the cake.”

Hanging Up

Summary: You and Sam have been sneaking around, not telling Dean that you’re actually in a relationship. When the boys decide to head out to a bar to celebrate the end of a hunt, you decide to have some fun with Sam.
Pairing
: SamxReader
Words
: 1751
Warnings
: Slight smut, teasing, sexting
AN: YIKES! I’m so nervous posting this. I’ve never written anything this smutty before (and yeh, I know it isn’t proper smut). Go easy on me…
This is also my entry for Week 3 of the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge! The prompt was ‘there’s an interesting story behind that.‘ I have bolded it in text.
Constructive criticism welcome!

Many thanks to @poemwriter98 for beta-ing this! I’m forever greatful!!!

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Your plan was working; just like you knew it would. It was far too easy to wind Sam up, especially since neither of you had been able to do anything more than a single, small, heated make out session the whole two weeks you’d been on this hunt, and even that had been rudely interrupted by Dean. It was hard trying to keep your relationship from him, but you’d both agreed that you weren’t quite ready to tell.

The brothers had gone to a bar to celebrate the end of the hunt, and you’d been completely unimpressed by the fact that Sam had quite willingly gone; it was the perfect opportunity to have some time alone and he was blowing you off for some beers.

Not happening.

As soon as they’d left you’d broken into their motel room. After rummaging through Sam’s bag for a moment you pulled out one of his plaid shirts, unable to stop yourself from holding it to your nose and breathing in his scent. Grinning like an idiot, you stood and shrugged out of your clothes, leaving your bra and underwear on, then pulled the shirt on over the top. It was miles too big, coming right down to your knees, but you wouldn’t be keeping it on for long.

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Stuck // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: You and Spencer get stuck in an elevator on your way home

Warnings: Smut

“I’m so ready to go home and just relax,” you said as Spencer closed the elevator door. You’d just returned from a particularly demanding case and both of you were pretty exhausted.

“Same here. Do you wanna come over and watch some movies to wind down?” He asked as you leaned against the back wall. You and Spencer had a tradition of watching movies after cases in order to get your mind off of the horrible things that you’d spent the previous days working with.

“Depends. Will there be pizza?” you asked with an amused grin.

“There will definitely be pizza,” he laughed.

“Then yes, I would love to spend the rest of my evening with you Dr. Reid,” you replied with a smile. He grinned at your response and you felt your heart flutter in your chest at the sight. Spencer felt his own heart beat slightly faster at your smile. He had fallen in love with you, an easy thing to do when someone so lovely gave him the time of day. You had always been eager to spend your days with him despite you not knowing half of the movies or museums he dragged you to. You’d always been very accepting of his quirks and the excitement in your eyes whenever he decided to show you a magic trick only served in making him fall harder.

“Spencer, oh my god,” you shrieked as the elevator abruptly stopped with a loud bang causing you to collide sideways into the wall. He frowned as he looked at the floor number. There was no number, only red lines indicating it had stopped in between floors.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m sure it’ll start again,” he comforted as he tried to maintain his cool. You shook your head already feeling claustrophobic at the thought of being stuck inside of four walls.

“No, Spence. I can’t-”

There was another loud bang as the elevator dropped slightly. You clung onto his arm desperately as a shrill cry emitted from your throat. He gulped as the light in the elevator went out replaced by the red emergency light.

“Okay. Not good,” he muttered as he took his phone out of his pocket. You watched as he tried to make a call only for it to drop immediately. “There’s no service in here.”

“Great,” you muttered as you frowned at the door.

“Holding on a little tight there Y/N,” he commented with a chuckle as you immediately released your grip on his arm. You blushed furiously, grateful for the red light that hid the rising heat in your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you apologized as you let go. He grinned and told you not to worry about it. You furiously hit the red alarm button, sending the loud noise throughout the building.

“I’m sure they’ll get it fixed soon,” Spencer attempted to comfort as you sank down against the wall. You groaned as you pulled your skirt down, your face defeated. He sat down across from you and gave your hand a comforting squeeze.

“I guess dying with you isn’t the worst way to go,” you said with a small smile as you looked at your best friend. He grinned at your words.

“That’s the spirit,” he chuckled. He couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes sparkled at his laughter, something he was sure his mirrored whenever he heard your own. “If we’re going to die here, I think it’s time that I-”

The elevator moved again as you let out a loud shriek. You threw yourself into Spencer’s arms in fear and he instinctively wrapped his arms around you protectively.

“I love you,” you breathed as you looked at his sculptured face, the fear of dying drawing out your confession. “I’ve been in love with you for a while now.”

Spencer gaped at you as he processed what you had just said. You looked away, embarrassed at having confessed your feelings when he obviously felt nothing more than friendship for you. He gently pulled your face towards his as he placed his lips against yours in a tender kiss.

“I love you too,” he replied with a smile. “And I would have told you first if this elevator hadn’t moved. But hey, it got you into my arms.”

You laughed at his cheekiness but pulled him into you again for a kiss. He pulled you in closer, abruptly standing and pushing you against the wall as he kissed you passionately. Your eyes widened in surprise at his sudden sexual prowess before you let yourself fall into the kiss, reciprocating his movements with equal passion. The red light that covered you only served to make the scene feel even more unreal as your hands knotted into his hair. His hands trailed down, softly caressing the soft flesh of your thighs before pressing his hand against your warm center.

“Spencer,” you breathed as you bit back a moan. “Spence, we’re in an elevator.” He chucked as he lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist as you leaned against the wall.

“I know. And right now it’s not working which means neither are the cameras,” he breathed as he gently rubbed against the fabric of your underwear, feeling the wetness begin to seep through. You moaned against his neck as your own hands worked to quickly undo his belt.

“We better hurry then before they decide to fix it,” you replied as you pushed his pants down just enough to release his erection from its constraints. He moaned as your hands moved in an upward motion, the friction of your skin against his causing him to grow harder. He tore your underwear off of you as he eagerly pressed himself against you. You both moaned at the contact, each of your bodies begging for the other. He slowly pushed himself into you as his face contorted with pleasure. His eyes drooped slightly as his lips parted with a quiet moan. Your back arched in an attempt to feel him deeper, the action causing Spencer to moan louder. You held your arms around his neck as he began to thrust into you at an even pace.

You could see the sweat trickling down his forehead as he kept his face contorted in a look of concentration, only stopping to smile when you kissed him. He opened his eyes to stare at you as his thrusts began to become faster and more erratic. You could feel your insides begin to tighten as a wave of pleasure overcame you. Your body shook as you rode out your orgasm. Spencer felt himself reach his end as he watched your body shake at his touch, the look of pleasure on your face enough to throw him over the edge. He grunted as he released into you with a few final thrusts. Both of your breathing was ragged as he leaned against you, pushing you into the wall as he collected his strength. You both let out a small moan as he pulled himself out of you and quickly buttoned his pants again. You laughed as he threw your underwear towards you and you tried to make yourself look presentable again.

The elevator light turned on again just as you two tried to straighten each other out. His hands were patting your hair down as yours worked to fix his tie. You felt the elevator stop and the door opened, revealing Morgan as he was passing by. He stopped to do a double take at the sight of you.

“Wait, were you two just-” he began with a mischievous smile.

“Bye!” You quickly said as you pushed the elevator door closed in an attempt to escape the interrogation that was about to begin.

“No! Wait-” Morgan called out as he made a run for the door but didn’t make it in time. You giggled as the elevator descended.

“We’re gonna get hell when we come back tomorrow,” Spencer laughed as he threw an arm around you. You nodded in agreement.

“We sure are.”

Perfect Timing - escape series

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Jon Kent, Conner Kent
Pairing: jondami, timkon
Summary: They had one chance. 
A/N: Tim and Damian went to a long disused safehouse and changed into their old Robin and Red Robin gear. Obviously since Dick is a dictator and rules the world or whatever, they don’t do the vigilante thing anymore. Obviously also, there is medical supplies on the plane for Conner. The two couples basically just make out the whole ride to wherever they’re going. Make out and cuddle the fuck outta each other.

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