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➤ Character: Min Yoongi x reader

➤ Genre/words: Arranged Marriage! AU, Smut, Angst / 16,742 words

➤ Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

➤ Warning: Mentions of death, major character death, smut/mature scene


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NHL!Bitty, Part X - Body Issue(s)

ESPN Magazine comes calling. Eric makes a creative choice. Jack gets excited.

NHL!Bitty Masterpost!


Cold. Colder. Freezing.

“The Body Issue, Bits. You can’t turn this down, and if I did it for you, you have to do it for me.”

Actually, a three-hour naked photoshoot on ice is definitely something he can turn down, but he promised Jack he would participate if asked. Granted, it was a sleep-deprived, post-coital promise, but a promise just the same. 

A copy of the spread from Jack’s issue is already tastefully hung in the master bathroom of his townhouse. Eric will have to get his framed to match.

It’s not about the nudity, except, maybe it is a little bit, but he’s worked hard to get his body to look this good. His ass may never be in the same arena as Jack’s magnificent backside, but hell, if the whole world got to ogle Jack, why can’t Eric get some love, too? 

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Angel in the Darkness pt.5

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 



The bright sunlight behind the curtains, stirs you awake from your deep sleep. There’s a faint smile stretched upon your lips, as you feel as if you’ve had one of the best naps in the longest of times. Your eyes are still closed shut as you try to flex your stiff muscles; only you can’t.

As soon as you tried to lift your arms, you hit something very hard and muscular. Huh? That’s weird. You can also feel that your legs are entangled, and something wrapped around your waist.

You didn’t mind the feeling, as you were still too tired to process things, and because it brought great warmth, but then you heard it; a faint grunt. Your eyes instantly shoot open, and you blush hard when you realize you’re wrapped up into Jungkook.

His face is mere centimeters away from yours, and his eyes are still closed shut, indicating he’s still asleep. You can feel his hot breath, gently tickling your red face, as his hair is all over. You peer downwards and see that his left arm is securely wrapped around your waist, as both of you were laying down on your sides. His long, thick legs were clumsily tangled with yours, and you were finding it hard to breathe since you were so close to him.

OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!?!

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Theories (Peter Quill)- Part Two

Pairing: Peter Quil x OC

Prompt: Sequel to Theories (Peter Quill)

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut for daysss.

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Originally posted by mintpilot

I paced the tiny length of my room at least a dozen times, trying to shake off what had just happened between Quill and I. Even with weeks of grazing touches and longing looks behind us, that was the closest we’d come to…to what? What exactly had I been about to say to him before Rocket had interrupted with his imperfect timing? That I had feelings for him? That he was right?

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HAPPIER

HAPPIER | PETER PARKER X READER

based off of an Ed Sheeran’s song, Happier

Feel free to listen to it while reading to amp up you emotion level.

(A/N); Look who manage to put out a story again!!! For the first time, I’ve written a song inspired one-shot, so forgive me if it’s not so good. I’m not super proud of some parts in here, you’ll understand why. I did have to change up a little part of the song to fit the story better, you’ll see it when you reach it. Hope you enjoy! (Also, hmu if ya wanna be tagged in my future posts)

Warnings; a single swear word (I think), and a huge amount of angst

Word Count; 2964


‘Don’t do this—’

‘I’m doing this for you.’

You shook you head, tears rolling down your eyes. 

‘No, Peter. You’re doing this for you.’


Peter had to break up with you. By having you involve in his Spider-Man life—it’s too dangerous. Too dangerous for yourself and everyone around you. He didn’t want to risk hurting you in any possible way.

But, in the end, this did hurt you.

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I Still Feel Like Your Man | Tom Holland

Summary: Based on the song Still Feel Like Your Man by John Mayer where even though Tom and the reader broke up, he still loves her and he still cares for her deeply…

Warning: fluffy

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Song Inspired Oneshot

Requested: anonymously

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anonymous asked:

Hi, if possible: Canon and Uther finds out that Arthur is in love with Merlin? Maybe confronts Arthur? Thank you :)

Anyone remember this scene from 1.09 and also this hilarious interaction in 2x10? I kinda pulled Uther’s mindset from these two scenes. Like Uther’s feelings towards Merlin is definitely a mixed bag.

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Uther had been eating dinner with his son when he noticed it. Perhaps Uther had noticed this behavior in his son before, but it was the first time the realization struck Uther.

Arthur was smiling throughout their silent dinner. He didn’t say much of anything, but there was a small tilt to his lips.

As Arthur’s servant bent over to pour wine into Arthur’s mostly-full goblet, Arthur looked up to his manservant, only a few inches away. Arthur gave a shy smile. Merlin pulled away, either barely noticing Arthur’s smile or ignoring it.

Uther had never seen his son act so coy before. Arthur was a man who took what he wanted, and stated it proudly. Perhaps Arthur wasn’t always so brash, but he certainly was not shy about anything.

But it clicked into place as Uther remembered Merlin’s complete and utter dedication to Arthur. Merlin was always by Arthur’s side, and he had proved he would die for Arthur if need be. Such loyalty in a servant was hard to come by and very valuable. Uther believed that one’s people should be a bit in love with their Prince, but the way Arthur was looking back at Merlin…

“Arthur, I wish to have a word with you.” Uther cleared his throat, gesturing to the guards at the door and to the manservant. “Alone.”

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Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 9

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: Around 5k

Warnings: Angst

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

Special thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an awesome beta!

Read: Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8

“I’m gonna have to talk with him.”

“No, (Y/n).” Sam breathed out seeing the expression on your face “No, please. I- I can talk with him, you don’t seem in the state to-”

“I’m in the perfect state, Sam.” you huffed, taking Mary from his arms, but you were more hurt about something else “I told him, I made it clear that he and Mary could not see each other and he-”

“Should just accept it? Gosh, (Y/n) do you even hear what you’re saying?” the anger was evident in his voice, hell frustration, but his expression and everything else showed how calm he was – for Mary obviously – and you averted your eyes, kissing your daughter’s forehead. You almost recoiled at his words. In all the years you’d been with Sam you had seen him angry and let down only a few times, and each of them you didn’t dare say a word as it made you realize the seriousness of the situation.

“This is Dean we’re talking about, my brother Dean. He’s the most stubborn man you’d meet in your entire life. He never goes down without a fight for what he wants and now with Mary- did you really think he was just going to let you keep him away from her like that? He was just too shocked, even if he didn’t admit it, and he was a wreck for hurting you so he did’t insist on it, but- he’s not going to stop wanting to see her.”

“I only want her to be happy.” you whispered, Sam’s words cutting you like a knife. Maybe you had been too heartbroken when you saw Dean was leaving, maybe too disappointed and angry at the same time and you couldn’t control your actions or words, and it all lead to you looking like the worst mother ever but it was the only thing that lessened the pain and that in your foggy mind had made sense.

“And I know that, I understand that- better than anyone, remember?” he whispered, getting closer as he palced a hand on the small back of your daughter who only looked between the two of you with a frown.

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The Magisterium (I)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: R (smut in part II)

Genre: Magician!AU (but like, Lev Grossman’s The Magicians)

Word Count: 8,463

Description: You love to frequent the dark underbelly of the city. Love the power you wield, the respect that you claim. When someone manages to best you at your own game, will you accept this defeat? Never.

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Camp Crystal Lake

Title: Camp Crystal Lake

Summary:  Sam and Dean hunt a monster at a summer camp.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader, Dean Winchester

Word Count:  2737

Warnings:  nsfw, canon typical violence, mentions of blood, some smut, explicit language

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @revwinchester Birthday Challenge. My prompt was camp counselor. Italics indicate a flashback. I started writing this in January on Friday the 13th and my dash was flooded with Jared (and his floofy hair) from his Friday the 13th movie. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I just went with it.

Originally posted by camp-crystallake

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day trips | cole sprouse

a/n: apparently you like cole one shots so i will deliver! a/n: apparently you like cole one shots so i will deliver!

prompts 6 “stop looking at me like that & 13 “i can’t believe you talked me into this”

“you excited?” cole teases as we drive to our secret location “i can’t believe you talked me into this” i complain rolling my eyes.

cole had managed to talk me into modelling for him and i was extremely nervous, you never consider yourself very photogenic and you would almost never let cole shoot you it was always you taking photos of him.

you’d know each other for years yet everytime he begged he was always unsuccessful but this time something was different when he asks so you decided to give the poor boy a shot.

you were now sitting in the passenger seat of Coles jeep driving to what he likes to call his ‘secret location’. after 20 minutes of guessing and begging him to tell me where we were going he just replied with “it’s a surprise”.

“you know i hate surprises” i complain dropping my bottom lip at him “oh god please don’t look at me like that you know how i feel about that” he warns

i batter my eye lids and fake sniffling and i can see him fighting with himself to not look and give in “stoppppp” he drags out the ‘p’ and fake whines.

i break character and place me feet up on the dash my long legs catching some sun “you suck” i tell him grabbing my phone and switching the song.

i glance at the window as we head through fields “where the hell are we cole?” i ask slightly worried at the lack of life. “you’ll see” he smirks.

i take a few pictures on my phone before i find myself feeling more at ease with the whole idea, i catch cole staring at me in the corner of my eye as my hair whips around my face in the wind.

after a few more minutes we pull into a dirt park and we hop out, i glance around breathless “it’s beautiful” i mumble glancing at the scenery taking in the smell the sound and the atmosphere.

i hear the clicks of a camera but im too engrossed in the surroundings “i know” i hear him replying snapping pictures of me.

“so?” i ask shyly turning to face him “what do i do?”

i scuff my cons in the dirt and he chuckles at my awkwardness

“here” he chuckles grabbing my hand and walking me over the small hill to reveal a field of flowers and overgrown grass.

“just explore and ill take some pictures and then ill take you into the field okay?” i nod fiddling with the ends of my cardigan.

i do as cole says and take in all my surrounds reaching out and feeling the small leaves in my hands frolicking around the fields glancing back every so often to make sure coles still trailing behind me.

“okay let’s sit you here” he reaches out he’s hand and i take it stepping over a patch of flowers i sit where he instructs “okay and just pose ill take a few shots and see what the look like”

he starts off at a distance snapping photos and then inching closer to me “your doing really good” he mumbles letting me know that im doing something right.

i remove my cardigan leaving me in my white sundress, he lowers the camera and stares at me as i fiddle with my hair. i blush as he refuses to break eye contact “cole!” i complain “don’t look at me like that- it’s making me nervous-” i giggle nervously.

he snaps out of his daze licking his lips “sorry- uh maybe you should put the jacket back on-” he stutters clearing his throat, i look at him puzzled.

“what? too much skin” i tease pulling my hair to one side “yes a lot i it’s distracting” he finishes his Adam’s apple bobbling.

i let out a giggle my cheeks turning red as i clutch my stomach “are you laughing at me?” he asks the camera clicking “yes” i reply trying to catch my breathe.

i can hear his laughs as he moves his angle taking more photos before moving closer i lift my dress up a little further up my thigh and i see his eyes dart to my fingers before trying to look anywhere but my legs.

“your such a tease” he mumbles almost inaudible “what was that sprouse?”

“tilt your head a little and maybe play with your hair” i roll my eyes and follow his instructions noticing the redness tinting on he’s cheeks.

after another 20 or so minutes he finally told me i could have a break, i stood slowly brushing myself down getting all of the grass and flowers petals from my dress and hair.

i start toward cole watching my step when i hear buzzing i stop trying to find the source i spot a few bees hanging around me, i squeal and try and dodge them running blindly toward the dirt track.

my screaming must’ve got Cole’s attention because soon enough he was standing in front of my camera dangling from his neck and his hands on my shoulders “what’s wrong?” he asks worriedly.

i turn my head in search for the evil insects but no sign off them anywhere. “fucking bees” i tell him and he laughs at my distress.

i face him again and i notice that he’s hands where on my waist, i must’ve been too wrapped up in fear to notice them snake around me but now that they do i can’t seem to make eye contact with him.

a minute or so passes and he moves away from me looking out to the fields “do you-” i pause and he turns around

“do you ever get like nervous or flustered when your shooting with really good looking people? the models you shoot with well they’re models”

he slings the camera bag over his shoulder “well i mean no, not normally but there are certain times that i do, certain girls in pretty summer dresses” i glance down at my cons to try and hide my embarrassment.

“shall we go?” he asks and i nod “wanna give me a ride back” i ask sweetly placing my hands on his shoulders

“jump on” i squeak as he lowers himself down enough for me to jump around his hands finding my thighs to hold me up “sorry if im heavy” i apologise as we take the short walk to the car.

“please are you saying i am not strong enough” he scoffs pretending to take offence “well i mean-” i joke and he losses his grip so i slip a little before placing me on the floor in offence.

i decided to play with him and scream out falling out as i fall to the ground grasping my ankle, he turns around in a split second the smirk wiped off his face “oh my god”

he drops onto his knees “are you okay- what’s wrong- oh my god im sorry-” he rambles running his hands through his hair.

i break character and begin to laugh hysterically, he realises he fell for it and springs up picking m up by my waist and throwing me over his shoulder “thats it your dead”

i squeal trying to squirm out of his grip “put me down!!” i yell laughing at the brunette boy.

he places me on the bonnet of his jeep and stands inbetween my legs “admit it i got you good” i tease poking at his chest. he tries to fight the smile working it’s way across he’s face but fails miserably and starts laughing.

i take my hand and place it on his face and he inches closer hands on my thighs, i slip my hand down to the nape of his neck and pull his lips onto mine. he kisses back as he hands work they’re way up to my face mine go through his hair.

i pull away both of us panting for air “god i had no idea you could kiss like that-” he tells me surprised before re kindling our kiss my legs wrapping around his waist as the kiss turns into a make out sesh.

a car pulling up next to us in the only thing that stops us from continuing, i hide my face from the strangers cole still standing between my legs with his hands on my thighs. he smiles and greets the people awkwardly and waits for them to start down the trail before lifting me off the top of his car.

“to be continued” he mumbles kissing me.

i smile at him hopping into the passenger side, my feet up on the dash the music blaring his hand on my thigh and the wind in my hair as we make our way back home, i slip my hand over his and watch him as he drives the sunlight hitting his face thats when i realised, he is so out of my limit.

shoutout to @juggiexbets my homie give her a follow she’s forreal the cutest bean ever🌈💛🥂👱🏻‍♀️✨🤴🏼💐

Originally posted by grustniyautist

I Choose You

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Requested?: No, but I wrote this drabble on my old account and then Rosie said she was interested in knowing more so this came about!

Summary: Daveed can’t recall when his feelings shifted from platonic to romantic but now he has a crush on his best friend. She also has a boyfriend. Great.

Words: 2k+

A/N: I literally wrote this whole thing yesterday but I got the green light from Ale to post it now so…ENJOY! I hope you like it!

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Everyone wondered how you and Daveed never went through that “crushing on your best friend” phase. Daveed would just shrug and not ponder on it, when you have a friend for so many years you only see them as a friend. You two grew up together, went to school together, and now live together in an apartment. Then one day Daveed realized that he was a sucker for your smile. He’d occasionally go out of his way to buy you your favorite snacks when he noticed you were running low but isn’t that what best friends normally do? He ignored the feeling in his chest and kept it pushing. Then one day he walked into your shared apartment to find you making out with a guy on the couch. You introduced said guy as your boyfriend and Daveed instantly hated him. That was when he knew that the crush phase was here and it was hitting him hard. He had no real basis for his hatred of your boyfriend except the fact that he was your boyfriend. He wasn’t an ugly guy; he was tall, suave and 100% your type. He never had an issue with any of your past partners so this sudden change threw him for a loop.

“Get it together, D.” Daveed rubbed his eyes, sitting up slowly in his bed.

His sheets pooled at his hips as he stretched, a few bones cracking in the process. He slowly stood up, scratching at his bare stomach as he left the room. He heard the TV down the hall and followed the noise. He found you sitting on the couch, flipping through channels as you ate a bagel.

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Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour - One

Spencer Reid x Reader

Spencer was exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep. He’d been lying in bed for an hour trying to convince his body to give in to the darkness but he just couldn’t shut off.

Sighing, he pulled out his cell. It was a long shot, it was 2am after all. But he wondered whether she’d be online still. The mysterious woman he’d started talking to five weeks ago on chatzone. Reid had made a profile on the site after overhearing Penelope telling JJ that she’d met her latest beau on there. Garcia was Pink-oracle, Reid had accidentally come across her online one night, and had quickly exited that chat room. He hadn’t uploaded any photos but he wasn’t taking any chances on Penny working out who Drblackjack21 was.

One evening he’d taken the plunge and private messaged a woman he’d been speaking with casually in a literary lovers chat room. Trancedancequeen was her screen name and she’d made a few casual remarks about one of his favourite authors and they’d struck up a banter. She was 28 and lived in the D.C area, which was intriguing for Spencer to know. Not that he’d ever end up meeting anyone from the internet…. Although, it had worked for Garcia, so who knew.

Trancedancequeen and Dr blackjack21 had fallen into easy conversation with each other, and most nights when Spencer logged in, she was there. A few times he’d beat her to it, and there were occasions that they missed each other, just leaving the odd offline message for each other which they’d respond to when they logged in. It was…. nice. Spencer found himself being bolder and feeling more confident speaking to this woman from behind a computer or cell phone screen, depending on what he was using. They shared similar interests in TV, films and literature and this woman didn’t seem bothered when he told her that he worked away a lot. She was apparently out of town a lot too, on business trips, although neither of them had shared what they did with each other.

The past few chats he’d had found himself engaging in what one could construe as risqué conversation. Not anything too bad, but Trancedancequeen had made a comment about finding a certain celebrity attractive, and then the conversation had turned from there into what their types were physically. TDQ had told Spencer she had long brown hair and green eyes, she was slim but curvy at the same time according to her description, and she liked tall guys with nice hair and nice lips. Not that her physicality mattered to Spencer too much, but she DID sound attractive. When Reid had described himself to her, she’d responded with, “You sound like just my type,” and then had proceeded to throw some flirty comments his way. At first he wasn’t sure how to respond to them but he just decided to throw caution to the wind, and go with it. He’d been talking to her earlier but had logged off to try and get some sleep, he didn’t have to go to work tomorrow but he’d felt exhausted after the week he’d had. But his brain was unable to rest. Logging back into the app, he was surprised to see the little light by her icon, a cartoon of a grinning kitten, flashing; signalling she was still online. He clicked the private message option.

Drblackjack21: Hi. Can’t sleep. Guess you couldn’t either.

TranceDancequeen: Nope… Can’t get my brain to stop thinking about work. Long week. Won’t bore you.

Dr: I don’t think you could ever bore me.

TDQ: Oh hush now. Smooth lines like that combined with the bottle of wine I’ve drank, and I’ll think you’re flirting with me.

Spencer grinned to himself and shifted on the bed.

Dr: What if I am?

TDQ: Then by all means, flirt some more. Wuu2?

Reid had initially had to Google the shorthand text speak that she’d used sometimes, not being used to it.

Dr: I’m lying in bed. I’m not really that good at flirting though.

TDQ: I’m in bed too. And I’m sure you are, you perhaps just don’t realise it.

Dr: Really, I’m not. Trust me.

TDQ: We’ll see. If you think you’re bad at flirting, how are you at sexting?

Spencer’s jaw dropped a little and he paused, not quite knowing how to respond.

TDQ; Shit, I’m sorry. I blame the wine. Unless… Of course, you want to?

Dr: Erm, I’ve never actually done it before…. But, I’m willing to try?

Spencer couldn’t believe he’d wrote that, he’d be terrible at this and she’d probably never end up speaking to him again. But….

TDQ: Alright…. So I’m lying in bed in my pink panties and a camisole. If you were lying with me, what would you do.

TDQ: PS - it’s that simple, but if you don’t want to then we can talk about something else.

Okay. Reid could do this.

Dr: If I was lying next to you (in nothing but my blue boxers), I’d start running my hand up and down your arm before moving your hair to one side and kissing your neck softly.

TDQ: I’d shiver at your touch and move my body closer to yours, my nipples hardening through my top at the feeling of your lips on me.

Fuck. She wasn’t wasting any time here. Spencer typed out a reply, thinking quickly. If he was with her, what would he actually do, that was all he had to write.

Dr: My hand drifts drift over to your chest, my fingers gently catching on your nipples, my lips moving lower.

The conversation went on in a similar vein for a while, Spencer feeling his dick growing hard and swapping his cell so the he could type with one hand, lightly palming himself with the other.

TDQ: I stroke up and down your length slowly, gripping you as your hands explore between my legs, feeling how wet I am.

Another message flashed up: click to view attachment.

Spender clicked it.

Jesus fucking christ.

The camera was at such an angle so that it showed the neck down only. She was holding her arm out and the photo showed her lying on her bed, the covers thrown off. The camisole she’d described was pulled down, exposing a pair of full, pale breasts with hardened pink peaks to the camera. The hand that wasn’t taking the photo, was between her legs, inside her underwear. Spencer groaned, licking his lips at the image. That was sexy as hell.

TDQ: You like?

Dr: Fuck…. I love.

TDQ: What about this one?

Another attachment appear and Spencer clicked it. It was a close up photo of her underwear, her legs spread. Spencer could see the discoloration of the fabric and his dick twitched when he realised why.

TDQ: See what you’re doing to me, doctor?

Dr: Oh fuck, I see. God, if I was there with you, I’d have to taste that.

TDQ: The question is…. What am I doing to you…

Could he? Fuck it. Spencer pushed his boxers down and took his cock into his hands, switching to camera mode and snapping a photo of his erection.

It didn’t look too bad…not that he really knew how a dick pic should look. Was there a certain etiquette to it?

Here’s to nothing. Spencer sent it.

TDQ: Oh my! Well…. I think I’d quite like to get my lips around that. Imagine them gliding up and down your shaft.

Spencer moaned as he imagined a brunette head of hair bobbing up and down on his dick as he slid his hand up and down it, feeling pre cum gathering at the tip. Typing was becoming a problem now, but he managed it anyway.

Dr: It would feel so good. I’d want to feel those wet lips on mine so I could make you feel the same way.

TDQ: Fuck, that sounds amazing. Grinding on your face as I suck you off. I’m so nearly there.

So was Reid. He was pumping faster now, going back to looking at the images she’d sent him.

Dr: I’d suck your clit in between my lips, rolling it with my tongue, feeling how wet you are for me.

There was a pause in her reply this time, but Reid could see that she was still online. He used that pause to his advantage, stroking himself harder, his hips bucking off the bed slightly as he felt the pressure begin to build up. Making sure his cover was clear of himself, he let the pressure release, feeling hot liquid spilling out onto his tummy just as another message flashed up.

TDQ: Fuck me….I just came so hard thinking of your head between my legs.

Reaching into his bedside drawer, Reid pulled out some baby wipes and quickly cleaned himself up, before typing back.

Dr: God, me too. That was… Wow.

TDQ: Yep… I suddenly feel ready to sleep. I don’t… Erm. I don’t normally do that by the way. Not on here. Thank you. It certainly released some tension. I’m logging off now. Speak tomorrow?

Dr: I’m glad I could help. And same. I’ve never done anything like that. Definitely speak tomorrow.

TDQ: Night night doctor.

He saw her light flash off to signal she’d logged off, and he did the same, settling down now feeling somewhat relaxed.

When Spencer awoke the next morning he logged straight back into chatzone. She normally wasn’t online so early at the weekends but he thought he’d give it ago.

She wasn’t online, but he could see she’d left him a message an hour ago.

TDQ: Hey. I’m probably overstepping a line here but, we both live in the same area and…. Well, I think that maybe we’d get on in real life. Would you maybe… Want to meet? I’m not a serial killer, I promise :)

Spencer hesitated before replying. He did get on with her, and last night was hella hot. And… Well it had worked out for Penelope. But it was completely out of the ordinary for him. But then again, so was last night. Maybe he did need to start taking some chances.

Dr: Okay. We can do that. I’m free this weekend, just name a time and place.

Spencer set his phone down, checking or every half an hour or so as he went about his morning errands. Finally at around 11am, he logged on to see she’d replied.

TDQ: Excellent. There’s a book cafe on second? Mutal ground. I can be there for 2pm. I’m feeling a daytime meet, just to make sure. :)

Spencer knew the place, and could see that she was still logged in. The message had only been sent three minutes ago.

Dr: Sounds like a plan. How will I known its you?

TDQ: I’ll try to get the booth in the corner and I’ll wear a dark purple sweater with silver stars on it. If we get on as well as I think we will, I’ll tell you my real name and give you my number.

Dr: Alright, I’ll be wearing a green duffel coat with a purple scarf. I’ll see you soon.

Spencer was nervous, so extremely nervous. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He pushed open the door of the cafe, inhaling the mixture of caffeine and books, and looked around.

She’d said she’d try for the corner booth so he made his way to the back, scanning the room for someone with brown hair and a purple sweater.

He could see a young woman sitting in the booth, chocolate brown hair loose over her shoulders and as he approached, he could see silver stars glittering on a purple jumper. She looked up from her phone which she’d been studying, tapping away, and then locked eyes with Spencer just as he reached the table.

It was only then he realised that he knew this girl.

Extremely well in fact. They’d worked together for the past eighteen months.

Her eyes raked over him, taking in his green duffel coat and purple scarf and Spencer saw her mouth form into an ‘o’ as she came to the same realisation just as he did, blushes forming on both of their cheeks.

“Shit!” were the first words Y/N said to him.

lauren jauregui & y/n {dirty imagine} {requested}

“mom i turn 16 next month why on earth do i need a babysitter!!” i complain following my mom down the stairs. “because you invited people over the last time i left you alone remember!” she replies in her annoyed tone. “it wasnt that bad.” i mumble continuing following her into the kitchen. “they were snorting pot in my living room!!” she shouts grabbing her purse off the counter. “mom you dont…” i started but she shoots me a death stare so i stop. “she should be here any minute.” she goes on rushing to the hall mirror pulling out her lipstick. the second the red touches her lips the door bell rings.  “get that will ya?” she says tracing her lips with the red. i sigh heading to the door. a beautiful brunette hair woman is standing on the front porch wearing a pencil skirt, and a loose button up that is one button away from seeing her breasts. “hello lauren this is my daughter y/n.” my mom introduces when i didnt say anything. “hi.” she says stepping in. “y/n dont be rude.” my mom snaps. “umm … hi.” i say stepping to the side for her to walk in. “ill be back in a few hours y/n dont invite people over.” she warns before shouting her goodbyes shutting the door behind her. lauren is sitting on the love seat when i walk into the living room. i sit on the larger couch across from her. “what do you wanna do?” she smiles. i shrug sitting back on the couch praying her breasts fall out of that nicely loose shirt. ive always loved girls. ALWAYS. i just can help it i see a beautiful girl my downstairs gets flooded. even though ive never done anything with a girl expect kiss. “how old are you?” she asks leaning back as well. “15… 16 next month.” i say loving her legs as they uncross. “how old …” i start not sure if its okay to ask. “iam 21.” she goes on. “are you thinking about any colleges?” she asks. “ummm not really.” i reply honestly. “you have a boyfriend?” “umm no.” i mumble. “girlfriend?” she smiles. i can feel my face go red. “you do!” she laughs. “no, not yet.” i reply watching her bite her lip. i squeeze my legs together to feel something down there. “kissed a girl?” she asks. i nod. “ohhhh fingered?”  blush. “how about licked?” red as a tomato. she spreads her legs wide enough that her skirt rose up her thighs showing me she has no panties. “come here.” she smiles motioning with her finger. i do. i slowly walk towards her sitting next to her. “give me your hand.” she whispers nibbling on my ear lobe. i gasp as i feel her tongue on my neck kissing, sucking a soft spot. she slips off her shoes moving her skirt completely off “you feel that?” she asks. i nod. “those are my lower lips.” she smiles leaning back. “soft.” i smile feeling the wetness leaking from her. “do you feel how wet i am for you?” she whimpers sliding my fingers lower. “put a finger in.” she says holding back a moan. sliding my middle finger inside her she lets a soft moan escape. “thats nice.” i pump inside her adding my index. “ohhh mmmm thats good.” she whimpers softly. “add another y/n.”  three fingers inside her. “thats real good y/n now faster baby.” she tells me rubbing her clit. pumping faster she begins to moan louder. “thats it fuckk thats just right. “ she whimpers showing me how deep to go. “ohhh fuckkk yesssss.” she squeals arching her back. “make me cum.” she tells me pulling me down to her kissing me. the sloppy kiss turns to her moan against my mouth. i kiss down her neck still pumping my fingers, in a pattern of slow rough slow. she loves it. “you sure you havent done this before?” she smiles climbing on top of me. “lets get this off of you.” she smiles pulling my tank top over my head. “look at those.” she smiles licking my nipples. “fuck lauren.” i moan as her hand slides into my shorts. she cups my pussy her nails tracing my entrance. my hips jerk wanting a finger. she smiles pushing me down on the couch. straddling my hips she grinds herself down onto me. my hands grab her ass following her grinding. she pushes her pussy on my thigh grinding down. she moans rocking giving herself pleasure. the sexiest thing ive ever seen. she leans down kissing me i instantly grab onto her button up nearly ripping the buttons off as i tear it from her body. i pull her bra down kissing her breasts. “yes y/n.” she moans slipping back onto my lap. she starts tugging at my shorts wanting them gone. i stand up as she lays back licking her lips. i let my shorts fall pooling around my ankles. “let the panties.” she smiles reaching out to me. i walk closer as her hands reach out to my thighs. “come here.” she whispers wanting me to straddle her face. with her face under me she licks one stripe up my panties. “i can taste you through these.” she smiles as i watch her hand behind me touch herself. one hand is on my thigh the other rubbing her clit. she licks me through my panties. i push down wanting the more. “lauren fuckk please just ….. ahhh my god!!” i moan as she slides my panties aside tasting me. “shittt!!!” she mutters before licking deep into me. i slide as much as i can down onto her tongue. “just like that!!” i moan rocking my pussy on her tongue. “shitt.” i moan reaching back moving her hand rubbing her clit. she moans humming into me making everything so much better. “keep going pleaseee dont stop fuckk!!!” i shout wanting my high more than anything. she doesnt led up as i start cumming on her tongue, she loves it licking every ounce of my juices. i climb off of her still straddling her lap. “you dirty slut.” she smiles sitting up smashing our bodies together. “you like that little girl?” she smiles slapping my ass. i gasp pushing up against her. “huh?” she goes on slapping again. “yes!” i gasp as her hands grab my ass. “my turn.” she replies laying me back down while she climbs onto my tongue. this was going to be so much fun. 


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hope you liked it!!! this one got a bunch of hearts when it was requested! let me know if you want to see a part 2? to this maybe idk i can make this a small series???? let me know what you think!  thanks for reading!!  xx  ♥ 

Stutterin' Pete {Pt. 1} •Peter Parker x Reader•

After the events of Civil War…. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter returns from Germany late at night from the airport after the big fight in Civil War. You knew he was coming back from his “College Scouting Trip” so, you showed up at him and May’s apartment, Peter isn’t home yet so May says you can wait for him in his room. You’d fallen asleep by the time Peter gets home and notices you’ve fallen asleep in his bed. 

Part one…? Maybe more?

Second Part: Pt. 2 


Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy


Peter never understood it. He wasn’t entirely sure he ever would. Mr. Stark had never taken the time out to explain exactly why he was fighting Captain America. What could possibly tear the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes, the team who had saved not only New York but the whole world not once but twice… He was getting off topic again…. But the question still remained, what could possibly tear them apart? 

He suspected it had something to do with the dude with the metal arm. Which was wicked… He had heard something Tony said to Cap… 

“You did that when you signed.” Cap had said. Signed what?

“You’re gunna turn Barnes over and you’re gunna come with us. Because it’s us.” 

The whole situation made Peter feel like he was behind a wall of foggy glass, able to see but not necessarily getting a clear view of the situation. That wasn’t Mr. Stark’s intentions in the first place. He didn’t recruit him so he could be a part of the debate, he recruited him so he could web up those who had sided with Cap and keep his distance. Still… he wanted to know things. 


Aunt May was asleep on the couch when Peter opened the door, he watched his movements carefully after seeing her sleeping figure, turning slowly to remove his keys and push the door shut, flicking the bolt across once more. David Bowie was singing Moonage Daydream in his ears through his earbuds as he drifted over to the couch, turned off the tv and pulled a blanket over his beloved aunt’s small sleeping figure, glasses askew, he slipped them off her face and placed them on the table. 

“G’night, May.” He muttered tiredly as he turned heading down the hall towards his room. The briefcase containing his new suit and the backpack on his shoulders seemed to weigh five tons by the time he pushed the door open and dropped it all on the floor. Hoisting the Stark Tech briefcase onto his desk with a thud, he retrieved the key from his key ring and the case hissed releasing air. 

“Peter?” He nearly jumped out of his skin slamming his upper body down onto the briefcase sealing it once more. His neck hair standing on end from the delayed “Spidey sense”. The dim lamplight had betrayed him not allowing him to see your curled up figure on the lower bunk bed. 

“Jesus, Y/N!” He gasped yanking his earbuds out of his ears. 

“Sorry.” Your sleeping figure sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked up at him, his eyes riddled with shock, curiosity and what looked like panic. 

“Wh-What are y-you doing here?” He asked 

“I was waiting for you. I knew you were coming home tonight.” You said feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks. “May let me in.” You felt the need to add stating that you were in fact invited in and hadn’t climbed in through his window. 

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This Sucks (Warren Worthington)

Request:  Can I get the soulmate au where you both have matching marks that glow whenever you are around each other. With Warren Worthington/Angel, please and thank you!


so you said matching marks and idk why i automatically went to a band on the wrist that everyone shares but the redness is specifically like when you hold a light up to your pinkie finger and it shines through, like there’s an actual light in your wrist and i didn’t mention it but when you touch the band turns white white.


You stared at your wrist, the band glowing faintly.

An hour at Xaviers School for the Gifted and already your life is looking up. Of course, part of which is because you’ve finally become one of the weekly boarders in the school. Previously, your parents had ruled that you needed to come home, on the two-hour bus each night and go to school on the same bus in the mornings, because you were “just a kid”.

Now, after everything the school and your kind have been through with the Apocalypse, your parents have allowed you to spend your weekdays there and return every second weekend.

And it looks like this is gonna be a good semester if your wrist is anything to go by.


“No way!” Jubilee gasps, staring at your glowing wrist when you proffer it to her. Her fingers are delicate as she traces the eerily red band. She giggles softly before meeting your gaze again and your chest aches to see the sheen on her eyes. “I’m really happy for you.”

“I know,” you say, a laugh escaping you as you pull her into a hug. “You’re just very jealous and angry, I would be too.”

She sniffles, then laughs, then pulls from your arms and fixes with you a big smile. “So it’s one of the new kids!”

“Totally!” You nod, your excitement resurging and she starts rattling off names, then crossing them from her list.

“James Beck, too young, Nikki Elan, too female, Pedro… He might be it. Then there’s Kurt, you left before he got here, and Warren- ew, I hope it’s not him. He’s a nightmare. Oh, and Ororo, she’s a girl but sometimes people get those glitches,” she says, her brows furrowed and you swallow the laughter in your belly. Glitches. “So in total, you have five options. Pedro, Warren, Kurt, Ororo and Benji K.”

“Benji K?”

“Well Benji, Benji J and Benji T are all called Benji.”

“Right! I love Benji.” You beam, remembering the crazy haired older boy. You had the wildest crush on him last year, only diminished when he dunked Brandons face in the custard pie and kissed Brandons girlfriend.

Last year was wild.


“Hi Kurt!” Jubilee chirps, her steps faltering as the two of you pass him, his smile bright. Your footsteps don’t slow, your gaze subtly on your wrist where it’s pressed to your waist. Jubilee guides you around a corner, her arm linked through yours and her laugh is a sweet sound that has you looking up.

What must be Benji K and Pedro are talking together just down the hall.

“It’s not them,” you whisper to her as the two of you near and she frowns, disappointed.

That only leaves you with Bad Egg Warren and ‘Glitch’ Ororo.

“Maybe you’re a glitch?” She says hopefully and you force a smile. What she’s said about this guy, honestly, he seems awful.

Stepping out onto the lawn, she scans the grass and you feel your heart quicken as your wrist glows a bit brighter.

“Well, there’s-”

“Warren,” you croak, your gaze glued to the blonde boy who stares at his wrist. The joint looks burned by how unnaturally red it is. “I can’t go over there.”

“What?” Jubilee gasps, releasing your arm to stand in front of you, blocking your visual of your soulmate.

“You said he was bad! You said… He’s bad and evil and did awful things to people who deserved better and what if he does awful things to me?” The words are thick and you can feel your face going red, a lump rising in your throat.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” she whispers, her palms on your biceps comfortingly, “I said those things when I shouldn’t have- well, maybe I should have since you’d need a heads up… Anyway! You’re a mutant, Y/N, you can affect your matter to literally become intangible. There’s no situation where a jerk- your soulmate or anyone else- could actually lay a hand on you without your permission and even if it did happen, you wouldn’t let it stand. And even if all that failed and he’d hurt you and you hadn’t dealt with him or told anyone, I would help you. We’ve got this covered. Go meet him.”

“Meet me?”

The voice behind Jubilee startles you both and she yelps, leaping behind you with a few sparkles popping above her hair and you’re left staring at sky blue eyes and sunshine hair.

He looks like a fallen angel. A Christian cherub all grown up.

“Y-yeah, meet you,” you manage, not thinking as you hold up your palm for a high five and he stares at it. His gaze doesn’t move for long enough that you panic and start to lower your hand, only for his hand to smack against it and his fingers to interlace with yours.

“Hello, then, I’m Warren and I’m not like what they say I am,” he says, stepping closer to you and you feel Jubilee move back, but your feet are glued to the ground. “I’m worse and I’m so sorry that you’re my soulmate but I can already tell I’m going to be so in love with you and I hope you’ll love me too.”

Someone whispers a curse behind you but you can’t focus on that, can’t focus on anything but the natural disaster right in front of you.

“You’re going to be a nightmare, aren’t you?”

He nods once, his other hand rising to gently cup the side of your throat.

“And you have lots of issues?”

Another nod.

“But you’re good now. Right?”

He hesitates, his eyes darting over your features before he nods once more and you sigh, letting your eyes fall closed for a moment.

“Please,” he whispers and the words cracks your chest open.

Blinking your eyes back open, you tangle your free hand in the material of his shirt and pull, the tiny distance between the two of you eaten up when his lips press to yours.


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Stutterin’ Pete {1}  -Peter Parker x Reader-

After the events of Civil War….

Part 1!

Fandom: Marvel / Marvel MCU / Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter returns from Germany late at night from the airport after the big fight in Civil War. You knew he was coming back from his “College Scouting Trip” so, you showed up at him and May’s apartment, Peter isn’t home yet so May says you can wait for him in his room. You’d fallen asleep by the time Peter gets home and notices you’ve fallen asleep in his bed.

Warnings?: None.

Second Part: Pt. 2 

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Peter never understood it. He wasn’t entirely sure he ever would. Mr. Stark had never taken the time out to explain exactly why he was fighting Captain America. What could possibly tear the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes, the team who had saved not only New York but the whole world not once but twice… He was getting off topic again…. But the question still remained, what could possibly tear them apart? 

He suspected it had something to do with the dude with the metal arm. Which was wicked… He had heard something Tony said to Cap…

“You did that when you signed.” Cap had said. Signed what?

“You’re gunna turn Barnes over and you’re gunna come with us. Because it’s us.”

The whole situation made Peter feel like he was behind a wall of foggy glass, able to see but not necessarily getting a clear view of the situation. That wasn’t Mr. Stark’s intentions in the first place. He didn’t recruit him so he could be a part of the debate, he recruited him so he could web up those who had sided with Cap and keep his distance. Still… he wanted to know things.

Aunt May was asleep on the couch when Peter opened the door, he watched his movements carefully after seeing her sleeping figure, turning slowly to remove his keys and push the door shut, flicking the bolt across once more. David Bowie was singing Moonage Daydream in his ears through his earbuds as he drifted over to the couch, turned off the tv and pulled a blanket over his beloved aunt’s small sleeping figure, glasses askew, he slipped them off her face and placed them on the table.

“G’night, May.” He muttered tiredly as he turned heading down the hall towards his room. The briefcase containing his new suit and the backpack on his shoulders seemed to weigh five tons by the time he pushed the door open and dropped it all on the floor. Hoisting the Stark Tech briefcase onto his desk with a thud, he retrieved the key from his key ring and the case hissed releasing air.

“Peter?” He nearly jumped out of his skin slamming his upper body down onto the briefcase sealing it once more. His neck hair standing on end from the delayed “Spidey sense”. The dim lamplight had betrayed him not allowing him to see your curled up figure on the lower bunk bed.

“Jesus, Y/N!” He gasped yanking his earbuds out of his ears.

“Sorry.” Your sleeping figure sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked up at him, his eyes riddled with shock, curiosity and what looked like panic.

“Wh-What are y-you doing here?” He asked

“I was waiting for you. I knew you were coming home tonight.” You said feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks. “May let me in.” You felt the need to add stating that you were in fact invited in and hadn’t climbed in through his window.

“O-oh.” He said. You squinted against the darkness trying to make out more of his figure. So far, it was mainly just his outline. You reached over searching for the chain to pull to turn on his lamp.

“No!” He exclaimed but your fingers were already pulling. The light switched on and you gasped.

“Oh my god!” Your mouth dropped open “Peter!”

“Shh!” He hissed dropped a hand onto your mouth. “You’ll wake up May.” He said lowering himself onto the bed beside you. His face was bruised. He had a black eye and a bruise on his cheek.

“What happened to you? Did you get mugged?” You demanded as he lowered his hand, he laughed.  

“No, I got in a bit of a fight, actually.” He said a hint of pride in his voice.

“You seem pretty proud of yourself.” You said bitterly angered by Peter’s uncharacteristic behaviour. “Did you win?” You asked after a beat.

“Well,” He said pride evaporating. “Not entirely.” He reflected on the aftermath of the fight at the airport. Yeah, they had arrested everyone on Cap’s team besides Cap himself and the one they seemed to be after with the metal arm. James Barnes? Does that count as a win?

“Want me to get you some ice?” You asked gently holding his chin maneuvering his face gently to assess the damage. He winced a little but didn’t protest.

“No, I think I’ll be-”

“Well, I think ice would be good for that eye. I’ll be right back.”


Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

When you returned from the kitchen with an icepack wrapped in a hand towel, Peter was leaning on his headboard, his one hand covering the purple eye. He looked cozy otherwise in his maroon Midtown hoodie and old jeans, his legs pulled up to his chest. You walked over, nudging his knee. He scooted over.

“Here.” You handed the ice pack over, he took it muttering a tired thanks.

“So, are you going to tell me who hit you? Do you know?” You asked he chuckled, the corner of his mouth jerking up.

“Yeah.” He said “Yeah. I know him.”

“Who was it?” You asked his face paled, his smirk dropping.

“Y-you woul- wouldn’t kn-know him.” he stuttered out.

“Oh yeah? Why?” She asked

“He’s from Brooklyn.” He said shrugging, shifting the ice pack from his eye to the purple bruise on his cheek.

“What were you doing in Brooklyn?” You asked

“W-Well…” He thought about it “My taxi driver needed to stop for gas. I went in to get a soda and he jumped me.”

“Who jumped you? What was his name?” You asked

“Steve. Can you stop giving me the third degree now, Detective?” He raised his dark brows.

“Yeah…” You said embarrassed “Sorry, it’s just seeing you hurt really scares me.” You admitted lowering your head. “That, and I kind of missed my dorky best friend while he was away.”

“I’m fine, Y/N.” He assured you. “C’mere.” He said pulling up the covers, holding out his arm. “I’m back.” You smiled and slouched forward dropping your head onto his chest. He grumbled adjusting to accommodate your body. He grumbled.

“Am I hurting you?” You asked

“N-No.” He said. Wrapping your arms around his torso you held him tightly.

“Pete?” You whispered after a moment.

“Hmm?” he hummed you look up noticing his head was leaned back, his hand lazily holding the ice pack against his face. His eyes were closed.

“Nevermind.” You muttered lowering your head back onto his warm chest.

“Mmkay.” He said he rubbed your back it was a few moments before his movements slowed and stopped completely, his breathing steadied. You looked up and noticed he was asleep. His lips slightly parted.

“Goodnight, Peter.” You leaned up and kissed him on his cheek, right on the bruise. “I missed you.”

Serendipity

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Warnings: Nope


Originally posted by soldier-ofwinter

Sirius was in a dead sprint. He didn’t know if his life was precisely in danger, but the pack of Slytherins chasing him after they caught him right outside their common room setting a rather elaborate prank for them did not intend to offer him tea.

You were just minding your own business. The library had closed and your grumbling stomach reminded you that you had missed dinner. So, you decided to sneak down to the kitchens and sweet talk a snack out of the house elves.

So when you turned the corner and ran smack into Sirius Black going full-tilt, you wound up on your ass, and then Sirius Black was laying on top of you.

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