i have no idea why it looks like i have a black eye haha

I commissioned @clionadraws (again) to draw a scene from my VLD Allurance fic, and here is the beautiful finished product!

Title: searching for sparkles
Series: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Pairing: Allura/Lance
Word count: 4004
Summary: Allura just wants something sparkly. It’s not a date, Lance—but it’s exactly what she needed.
Notes: AO3 link. Also, I listened to a lot of Ellie Goulding while I wrote this, haha. 

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Something To Prove

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Fandom: MCU ; Spiderman (2017)
Warnings: /

Summary: When Happy isn’t available, you have to pick up Peter from school for a mission. Your dad’s orders.

A/N: I told you, didn’t I? Just a fluffly little thing. (also, I love the idea of a reader, who is tony’s daughter and dating peter. my kink, tbh haha) (added Peter to my fandoms page)

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A school’s gym. A place that stinks of sweat and stinky socks and one, where boys always had to cover up their erections when they saw their hot classmates in shorts that barely covered their asses. 

Not your favorite place in the world.

But thankfully enough, this would only be a short visit.

Being the daughter of Tony Stark had always been beneficial. For one, private teachers. And no gym classes. For that, you had enough Avengers who decided to be your personal trainer. Which wasn’t fun either, but better than this.

No, you were here today, because you had to pick up Peter from school for a mission.

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On History and Pie

Summary:  A nonathletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery.  Will the two make a love connection?  For @devereauxsdisease and @victorineb who love this incarnation of Jack as much as I do.

Originally posted by butteryplanet


They’d chatted at the bakery enough times that Bitty was able to pull the information from Jack. He’d started coming to the bakery about four weeks ago, and during that time Bitty became more and more charmed with the second year grad student.

He always sat in the corner armchair, ordered a black coffee, two macarons and a slice of whatever the pie of the day was. Bitty first noticed him when he came in to order a slice of Weary Willie cake.

Bitty loved his job at the bakery, it gave him some extra cash while he attended Samwell. Whenever Bitty was there, he was the de facto person in charge. Shirley and Spencer, the owners of Bread and Butter adored Bitty.

“We never had any kids of our own, so you’re the closest thing to it, Bitty,” Shirley said to him one evening over a cup of earl grey tea.

So Bitty stood there, face to face with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen the first time Jack walked in. The Clark Kent glasses in front of them did nothing to hide the fact that they were beautiful. It was a good face, a handsome face. He was burly and tall, and Bitty loved that. He smiled, and Bitty’s body language invited Blue Eyes to speak.

“Can I get a slice of the Weary Willie cake?”

“Sure can, handsome,” Bitty said as he began to ring up Blue Eyes’ order, who blushed furiously. “What else can I do you for?”

“Coffee. Black. Medium, please,” he replied looking down at the counter.

“Why don’t you go find yourself a seat and I’ll bring it out to you,” Bitty said with a warm smile.

“Thank you,” Blue Eyes said softly and then turned to walk toward the corner armchair.

When Bitty approached, Blue Eyes had pulled out a laptop and several textbooks, the one on top of the pile was called Foundations of Modern European Intellectual History.

“Doing a little light reading, huh?” Bitty said as he put the cake and coffee on the side table.

“Oh, haha. Yes.”

“Do you go to Samwell?”

“I’m finishing up my masters in history there,” he said as he held up his book.

“That’s great. I haven’t seen you here before,” Bitty said wanting to know more about History Blue Eyes.

“I saw the chalkboard outside listing the Weary Willie cake and the history nerd in me became curious.”

“Look at you! You certainly are a history major.”

“Did you make the cake?” Jack asked raising his eyebrows.

“Sure did. My moomaw had the recipe from her mama.”

“Well, it’s not often I find a somewhat obscure historical reference on my way back to the history building.” 

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Million Dollar View

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: “Can i request when the reader is insecure about her breast not being full and big like ideal girls but she has a nice butt and seb or Bucky show her breast aren’t all that ;)” - @cute-but-psychoxx

Word Count: 4241

Warning: smut, insecurity

Thank you for the request! I got a little carried away with it because I loved it so much haha! Hope you enjoy!<3

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Solangelo Soulmate Ink AU:

In case some one doesn’t know, A Soulmate Ink AU is this thing in which whatever marks your soulmate gets on their skin, tattoos/markers or pen marks, appear on you

~~Nico’s P.O.V~~

Nico turned in bed as light flooded through the window of his room, which he shared with Jason in their shared apartment. He didn’t want to get up. Morning were too bright, too busy for him.

But there was school. And Nico, despite hating school in general, didn’t want to miss his first class, which was English, but they didn’t do much of anything, except read books from Mrs. Ros’s incredible collection of books. Nico likes to read, despite his dyslexia, and this was the place to do it.

He rolls out of bed, blinking his eyes repeatedly. He throws on a shirt and walks into the kitchen, where Jason was already eating cereal. The blond boy looks up. “Hey, Nico. Finally got up I— oh my gods!”

The boy drops his spoon, staring at Nico’s arm. “What did your Soulmate DO?”

Nico blinks, and slowly looks at his arm. ‘Not again, please not again …’

From a few inches over his wrist to his shoulder, his arms were completely covered in countless of scribbles. Some were black, others green, and some were even pink. Flowers, smiley faces, stick figures, everywhere.

It happened again.

Why? Why does his Soulmate let this happen to himself? Over the last few months, Nico has been waking up to scribbles similar to these ones, and his Soulmate didn’t seem to care. Nico had asked them a few weeks back. His Soulmate was apparently staying with their aunt and uncle, who had many kids, most young. They like to doodle on them, and the Soulmate simply said he thought it was cute. Nico doesn’t.

Jason is looking at him sympathetically. “That’s got to suck. I thought you told them to stop?”

Nico grumbles. “I did. They seem to be quite stubborn.”

He turns to his room to find a marker. He picks up a wide black one, and in big letters, writes ‘WASH IT OFF YOU STUPID MULE’ onto his arm.

Only seconds later, he gets a reply. 'I don’t want to.’

'I need to go to school, ant it’s to hot to wear a sweater. Wash. It. Off.’

'I’m starting a new school today, and I don’t care.’

Nico curses under his breath. 'I’m not you.’

'But you’re meant to be with me. So deal with it.’ The sassy writing appears.

'I hate you.’

'Keep telling yourself that, Sunshine.’

'Do NOT call me Sunshine.’

'Will do, Sunshine. Will. Haha.’

'I don’t get why you’re laughing, I don’t care why you’re laughing. Please go die.’

And with that, Nico throws the marker onto a table, and goes get ready for school.

~~Timeskip~~

~~Will’s P.O.V~~

Will sighs. Another argument with his supposed love of his life. He wonders how they’ll ever get along.

“Will, could ya’ get yourself somethin’ to eat, darlin’? I gotta get to work early, ya’ know how it is.” He hears his aunt call. He smiles at her Southern accent, reminding him too much of his mom.

He comes down. “No problem. Do you need some help loading everything into the car?” He asks as he watched his aunt struggle with her bags. His uncle had already left to drop the kids at school, so Will was the only one left.

His aunt smiles. “Don’t worry yourself, sweetheart. Ya’ go and find yourself somethin’ to eat, Lord knows ya’ll need it. New school an’ all.” With this, the woman walks out the door, into the driveway of the house.

Will closes the door behind her, and makes himself some eggs. New school, huh? Hopefully, he thinks while making some eggs, it’ll be better than the last one.

~~Timeskip~~

~~Will’s P.O.V~~

“Here’s your schedule, sweetie. Hazel will show you to your first class.” The office lady tells him, handing him a piece of paper and motioning to a girl nearby, with curly golder-brown hair and amber-like eyes. The girl stands and walks over to me, nodding to the woman, before motioning for me to follow.

We start down the hallway. “So, you’re new here. What’s your schedule?” Hazel asks.

Will hands her the paper. “Uh, it seems I have English first, with Mrs. Ros. And uh, I’m Will. Will Solace.”

The girls, despite seeming to be a Sophomore, is a bit intimidating. (BTW, idk what Will’s birthday is, so let’s just say he’s older than Nico but in the same grade.)

“Hazel Levesque. You’ll be having a few classes with my brother.” She replies. “Including English. I’ll point him out to you. You have first, third, fourth, and seventh with him. English, Biology, Gym, and Art.”

I smile a little, not sure how to reply. He hoped the brother was t as scary as the sister. “Thanks. I hope I get along with him.”

At this she smiles a little. “Don’t count on it. Especially today. He texted me that his Soulmate has a bunch of colored doodles on his arm, and now he has to deal with them.”

Will blinks. That sounded similar to his situation.

They reach a door. Hazel knocks, and seconds later, it’s opened by a teacher. She beams. “Hello, Hazel dear! Is this the new student? Come in, come in.”

Talk about friendly.

Will step into the room, and Hazel does as well. She taps his shoulder. “Over in the corner, the boy sitting alone with the black hoodie? That’s my brother. His name is Nico. He probably won’t kill you.”

The boy looks up momentarily. Will blinks. 'Damn, he’s cute.’ Big chocolaty dark brown eyes, thick and messy black hair, pale skin. The boy waves a slender hand at his sister, who looks nothing like him. Hazel smiles back, then points at Will. 'Be nice.’ She mouths.

Nico rolls his eyes, but nods as of to humor her. He gives Will a once-over, then quickly looks down back at his book.

Hazel shrugs. “That’s Nico. He’s a bit anti social, and snappy, and has low patience, but he’s not mean. Sorta. Anyway, he’ll try his best not to kill you.”

Will nods, not at all convinced. Cute and violent. Sounds like a dangerous combination. But still, he couldn’t quite stop the butterflies in his stomach as Mrs. Ros hands Hazel a chocolate, letting the girl leave, therefore leaving Will alone. He surveys the room, and seeing no other place to sit, walks over to Nico’s table.

“Um, uh, hi.” Will tells the boy.

Nico looks up again, his big eyes focusing on Will. “Hi.”

Will stares at him. Nico sighs. “Name’s Nico di Angelo. If Hazel told you I was going to kill you, I won’t. Probably. If you’re scared, go sit with the Stoll brothers.” He gestures at two boys who were reading visual novels while occasionally stealing their classmates supplies.

Will looks back at Nico. “I’m Will Solace. And I think I’m alright here.”

Nico shrugs. “Your choice, Sunshi—” He bites his cheek, as if surprised by the words.

He turns back down to his book.

Sunshine. That’s what Will always call his Soulmate.

~~Nico’s P.O.V~~

The cite boy did make his morning somewhat better. Will. Will Solace. He was taller than Nico, with wavy golden hair and bright sparkling blue eyes. He reminded him a bit of Jason, but their air was completely different. Jason was, in a word, more like lightning, thanks to his love of storms and spur of the moment ideas. Will, if anything, reminded him more of sunshine, that being the reason in which Nico almost called him that.

Will was very pretty. Very. And Nico was pretty sure he picked up on a Southern accent. When the boy first walked in and Nico looked him over, he couldn’t help but to feel flustered. He seemed so, well, sunshiny. This kind of personality sometimes annoyed Nico, bug there was something that let Will pull it off.

Ugh. It was way too hot to be waring a hoodie. His thoughts circled back to his Soulmate. Stupid scribbles.

~~Timeskip~~

~~Nico’s P.O.V~~


The rest of English class had gone quietly, Will mentioning their other classes together. Nico had felt a bit happy about their similar schedule, but was pretty sure Will was planning to avoid him.

Then came Biology. Again, Will sat with Nico. He looks up at the uncertain blue eyed boy. “Feel free to sit. The chair won’t bite.”

Will raises an eyebrow, which Nico finds impossibly attractive. “And whatta 'bout you?”

Had to be a Southern accent.

Nico smirks. “Depends.”

Will shirts and sits down, although he still looks nervous. They talk more this time around. Will asks him where Nico’s from (Italy) (That apparently “Explains the accent. Pretty cool.”), if Hazel and him are really related (half-siblings), and a few other things.

The boys walk out of class together after turning in a worksheet. “Uh, I have Gym now. Hazel mentioned that you do to. Could ya'—could you show me where it is?”

Nico raises at the correction of his accent. “Sure, Southie.”

Will looks at him. “What?”

“Your accent. It’s not too strong, but it’s there.”

“Riiiight.”

The boys walk into the Gym room, were they are greeted by a middle age man. “Hey, Cupcakes! You’re the new student, I take it? Well, you’re in for a treat. Since it’s so hot, we’re using the pools today! You got your school issued swim suit, right, Cupcake?”

Will is silent for a second, as he takes in the Gym Coach. “Yeah, I mean, yes. I have it. Uh,” he glances at his schedule. “Coach Hedge.”

The mans nods appreciatively. “What’s your name, Cupcake?”

“Will Solace.”

Nico chuckles silently. Will looks like he’s waiting for a bomb to drop.

“Well, Solace, di Angelo will show you to the lockers.”

Nico guides Will to the changing room, and realizes. Pool. Changing. Scribbles.

Damn it. Fudging damn it.

~~Will’s P.O.V~~

Will takes a pen out of his pocket, writing on his hand. 'Hey, I have Gym, and we’re going to use the pools. The drawings will be in open view.’

A couple seconds later, his Soulmate answers. 'How coincidental. I’m in the same situation. I hate you.’

'No you don’t’

A small drawing of a skill show up, with the caption 'I will murder you.’

'No you won’t.’

His Soulmate doesn’t reply. Besides my shower stall, Nico grumbles something and turns the water on. I catch a few words. “Stupid scribbles— Murder —Ugh.”

At the same time, the answers of my Soulmate being to disappear, as if they are being washed away. My eyes widen. It’s just a coincidence. They have the to go to the pool too. It just happens to be at the same time as Nico.

Will turns on the water and watches as part of the scribbles disappear or fade, although many don’t go away completely.

A few minutes later, we both turn the water and walk out, letting some other boys file into the showers. Nic has a towel around his shoulders, which causes him to look absolutely adorable.

He looks over at me, then away again. I raise my eyebrows. I’m not using a towel, and am only wearing the swim trunks. Is Nico flustered? I don’t think he’s … Well, gay, but what if?

He looks back at me, not looking below my neck. “Pool’s over here.” He walks towards a door, and opens it. But I’m not paying so much attention to that as to his legs.

We walk outside, and I take notice of a blond girl sitting outside the pool with a timer, and a boy with dark hair doing laps. The boy reaches the end, and the girl presses the button. “Good job Percy! That took about three seconds less than last week.”

The boy makes unenthusiastic jazz hands. “Three seconds! Yes, very good job me!”

The girl rolls her eyes and slaps his shoulder, then looks up. “Hey Nico.”

“Hi Annabeth. Hey Percy.” The dark haired boy greets them. “This is Will Solace, he’s new.”

The two smile at Will. “Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson.” The girl says.

Percy squints at me, then Nico. “Is this one your type?” He asks Nico.

Annabeth looks up at the sky and mutters something, while Nico glares at Percy. “Are you ever going to let that go? Is it that hard to accept that I don’t like you anymore? Plus, you have a girlfriend, and she is right there. And I barely know Will.”

Will shakes his head confused. “I’m tempted to not even ask.”

Annabeth looks at Nico, who frowns, then shrugs. “Well,” she starts. “Nico used to like Percy. Last year, Nico told Percy about it, but also that he was over it because Percy wasn’t Nico’s type. Now Seaweed Brain over here is still hanged up about it, since even if he doesn’t feel that way about Nico, he can’t believe he isn’t his type.”

Well then. Nico was gay. Who would have thought?

Percy looks at Will’s arm. “Dude, what’s with all the scribbles? Did your Soulmate do that?”

“Actually, well, my cousins like to draw on me, and I let them. The agitated, faded black writing is my Soulmate wishing me death.”

The couple blinks. “Wow.”

But it’s Nico that catches his attention. He stares at Will’s arm, then his face, then, while using the towel as a cover, he looks at his arm.

He looks back up at Will, walks towards him and … .

Pushes him into the pool.

Will’s arms flail, and he looses balance, and fall, creating a large splash. He’s submerged in water for a second, the swim up. He break the surface.

“What was that for!?” Will complains.

Nico drops the towel, showing him his arm. Will’s eyes widen. “No way … .”

The four of us are all quiet for a moment. Then Nico balls up the towel, and throws it at Will’s face. “I am going to murder you.”

Will looks up at him. “Sorry, Sunshine, but that’s not Soulmate etiquette.”

Will grabs his foot, pulling Nico in. The smaller boy yelps, falling into Will. They go under the surface, and Will quickly kisses Nico’s cheek. They swim back up.

Nico splutters, blushing.“I am not sure whether to break your arm, or celebrate.” His voice sounds shocked and flustered, causing his Italian accent to thicken.

Will grins. “The way I see it, ya’ finally got yourself a type, Sunshine. That’s sounds like somethin’ to celebrate 'bout.”

Nico’s face flushes more, and Will hear him mumble 'stupid accent.’ He comes closer to Will and splashes his face. “Sorry Percy! You lose!”

“Hey!”

Annabeth laughs. While the couple banters with each other, Nico turns to Will, and pecks his lips. Now it’s Will turn to blush. “I still plan to kill you.”

“Feel free to kill me with love, Sunshine.”

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This is my first go at a Soulmate AU, not to mention my first real Tumblr post, and Solangelo writing piece. Sorry if it sucks. Please leave constructive criticism!

Meddling Maid(Namseok Threesome Smut)

So I had been experimenting with what I wanted to do with the final chapter of this. I came up with an idea from my good friend @silhouetted-beauty​ which you guys should check out her stories because her shit is amazing. This will be the last story it’s so hard to write aggressive things all the time haha but I hope you guys enjoy this. It also steamed off from a request @thegirlthatlikesasianboys​ made so I hope she of all people love the ending I put on this <3


Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N! Get in here right now!” Hoseok barked out causing you to jump to your feet and scramble into the front room. The short black French maid outfit that you had on was rising up your legs as you pressed your clasped fists against the front of your body below your stomach. “Why is this shelf not dusted?” Hoseok asked pointing ahead towards the shelf that had the TV in the middle of it. Looking back at the male who was half dressed in sweatpants and no shirt you shrugged your shoulders looking off.

“You didn’t tell me to dust it today..” You mumbled quietly.

“Do I always have to tell you what to do when you don’t listen anyway?” He asked causing your bottom lip to twitch.

“No.”

“No?” He asked you shifting his body on the couch causing you to grit your teeth before you gave him a hard smile your eyes resting on his.

“No sir.” You chirped lightly.

“You’re not cute Y/N get to dusting or I’m taking away your privilege to watch TV.” You opened your mouth to protest but the look in his eyes told you to just drop it and let it go like you had been doing for the past two weeks. As if things couldn’t get worse Namjoon unlocks the door walking in wearing matching sweat pants to what Hoseok had on with a black tank top and a beanie.

“Daddy is back.” He sang looking around the house.

“Actually, you’re mommy this week. And I’ve missed you. We both have.” Hoseok let his eyes roam down to his dick before he leaned up a bit to tug Namjoon into his arms. They shared a long kiss, Namjoon straddling Hoseok as they touched over each other’s body. Breaking the kiss Namjoon looked at you licking his lips. He had pity on you, that outfit wasn’t helping anything. But because Hoseok wanted it they both had to punish you and it was for a good reason, you broke a rule and you knew better than to disobey him.

“What are you looking at maid? You’re supposed to be cleaning and then off to bed.” Hoseok warned in a harsh tone.

“But you said I could watch TV!” You shouted at him stomping your foot. Hoseok glared at you trying to get up. Namjoon seeing this pushed the usual playful male down.

“Y/N just clean the front room up and I promise tomorrow I will let you watch all the TV in the world. You’ve been a very good girl.” He praised you as Hoseok slipped his hands under the male’s shirt pinching his nipples. Sighing you turned around grabbing the feather duster starting to dust the shelves starting with the bottom one moving up to the top. It was very hard for you to concentrate hearing such lewd seductive sounds coming from the men behind you, and once you heard the wet sounds and choking following you were walking to your room balling your first around the duster lightly slamming the door and plopping face first on your bed.

It had been two long weeks since Hoseok had popped up on you and Namjoon after you broke rules that was established. Hoseok was furious and you had never saw him so upset. He told you not only did you break his trust but you hurt him because he expected more from you. So, he banned you from all kinds of contact of sex. You weren’t allowed to spend much time outside of your room, you couldn’t have your stuffed animals that they won you at carnivals. Nothing. Not even your collars and you had to wear your maid outfit that they had brought you and clean up whatever it was they needed cleaning. It was torture! Because they still fucked each other, slept in the bed with each other they were happy while you were in misery. Frustrated many nights because you felt it was unfair. It was one rule and you were sure when they were on tour they were breaking rules or messing around with one another so why couldn’t you do it? Hearing both of them moan in the front room disturbing your thoughts only made you more upset to the point where angry tears were streaking down your face as you caved into sleep but not before promising yourself of revenge.


The next few days were the same, Hoseok treating you more like a friend then a lover not even sparing you glances. So, you slipped off your panties that Friday morning walking into the front room with your maid outfit on. The black skirt outlined with white fringes tight against your mid-thigh. Your top pressing tightly against your plump breast with the little ruffles accenting your skin. The collar having ribbons around your neck that you tied into a bow. White thigh highs clipped onto your garter you strode into the front room with a wide smile. Of course, Hoseok ignored you again burying his head in his phone. Instead of asking him what your task was for the day you walked towards the coffee table bending down to pick up the duster. Sweeping it across the books starting on the lowest shelf. Your ass sticking out as you bend over, heel slightly turning in the opposite direction to make your toes touch. Your arm reached out to dust along the clean shelf and you heard a slight choke of air from behind you causing instant gratification.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hoseok asked you causing you to look back at him tilting you head innocently.

“What do you mean sir?” You asked jutting out your lower lip making yourself innocent but nothing over the top because he would’ve saw through you.

“Where are your panties.” He asked you after a while. Namjoon made his way from the kitchen pausing in his tracks seeing the sight in front of him. His cock twitching at the sight of you bent over.  He had fucking missed your body everything about you, how you tasted and smelt. How you felt wrapped around him as he pulled your hair and marked your skin. He enjoyed Hoseok nonetheless but he knew the male was craving to have you again just as much as he was.

“You never said I had to wear panties sir. Therefore, when I got up I didn’t find it necessary to go the extra mile to put them on after sleeping in nothing last night. Smiling sweetly, you stood up straight dusting a few more parts of the shelf before going into the kitchen to clean, Hoseok reached up to grip at your wrist glaring up at you the lust slowly unraveling in his eyes making your body tremble.

“This isn’t over. K-“ Hoseok paused taking a deep breath through his nostrils swearing to himself he wouldn’t call you that again until you made up for what you did. “Y/N.” He said softly letting you go.

“Yes sir. I will enjoy the day when you actually talk to me.” Jerking your wrist of the way from him you walked past Namjoon who was dumbfounded holding a piece of toast.

That weekend it continued. The constant torture you gave to both males. Leaning over them to clean the counter or dropping things ‘accidentally’ so that you could bend over. Your favorite was cleaning the floor with a towel on your knees with your ass high in the air as you cleaned the stains up from the floor. Your backtalk had also gotten worse against Hoseok. Everyday Namjoon came home it was a different argument and it seemed to be blowing over for the both of you. He himself was guilty with getting in it and defending Hoseok causing you to tear up and turn away from him. He was bewildered and he didn’t know what to do but he knew the sex ban was affecting everyone in the house, not even hand jobs were enough to get him off. Growling as he rolled over from the couch glaring daggers at both you and Hoseok who were having a shouting match.

“I sweat if you talk to me like that I will take something else away!” Hoseok shouted his face red as he stood up.

“That’s all you ever do is take shit away! Let’s make it a hobby because you don’t fucking know me!”

“I know that you’re a spoiled ass little brat who needs to learn her place!”

“Oh yeah and what are you going to do to teach me that lesson? Touch me?! HEAVEN FORBID! Fuck you!” Namjoon felt his mouth drop open for what seemed the millionth time that week. The submissive little loving kitten they had was replaced by a fiery hungry lioness.

“Kitten.” Hoseok spoke after a while. His face unreadable but his eyes bearing into yours. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your legs instantly buckling from how he called out for you. “Bed.” He said simply. You didn’t trust it, but for some reason your feet was carrying you towards their bedroom without another argument. Your legs feeling like jelly with every step you took towards that direction. Crawling on the bed once you pushed the door open you were sitting on your ass waiting for him. Hoseok came into the room with Namjoon after some seconds shutting the door he eyed you rolling his head back.

“The sex ban is lifted.” Hoseok started and of course you perked up but the look on Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s face made your stomach sink once again.

“I’m very disappointed in you kitten. You keep breaking rules. And yes, trust me I know that Hoseok has been unfair but so have you. If you would just come and talk to us, open up we wouldn’t have to keep torturing you and ourselves. You don’t think we’ve seen how soaking wet your pussy is after you hear us have sex? Or how frustrated you get because you want to touch us.” Namjoon sighed softly.

“Or how I’ve heard you crying in that room every day this week?” Hoseok asked causing you to open your eyes wide because you couldn’t believe it. There was pain on his face that you noticed for the first time, and you opened your mouth to breath out an apology but he wasn’t taken it. “No, the only sounds I will hear from your mouth for the next few hours will be your cries of pleasure. You’re not allowed to say anything unless we ask you a question or you need to use your safe word.” When Hoseok said that you thought you were going to turn into a puddle of nothing. “Understood?” He asked you and taking a while to wrap your head around things you nodded slowly and he smiled stripping himself of his polo shirt. “Good kitten. Get into position, eyes down.” Getting off the bed you crawled on your hands and knees to rest in front of Hoseok your eyes cast downward on his feet because right now you weren’t allowed to see his face. “Strip.” Hoseok cooed and you nodded your head, hands trying to fidget to quickly take off the tight thin material leaving you in a white bra no panties and thigh highs pressed against your thighs. “Hands in front of you.” He instructed and you did so holding out your trembling limbs pressing them with your closed fists face up wrists side by side.

“Good girl.” Hoseok cooed out reaching a hand down to undo your ponytail ruffling your hair. Namjoon moved from the closet, walking up behind you he tied a black blindfold around your eyes making sure it was secure, soon he was wrapping his arms around your waist to tie your hands together with a silk ribbon making sure that your hands were bound together. He kissed under your ear against one of your favorite spots biting on your ear gently. Namjoon moved back from your body going to strip himself of his shirt and his pants. He moved back into the closet grabbing at the camera and the camera stand setting it up and the end of the bed. He made sure that it was angled good enough to see the bed and you right now on the floor fidgeting and moving in front of Hoseok who was watching you with a soft smile. Namjoon felt some relief in his body, the tension rolling off his shoulders as he moved to sit down in the chair to watch you all and enjoy the show.

“Do you have any idea of how much I want to do to you? How I want to ruin that little pussy?” Hoseok asked you threading his fingers into your hair pulling back gently. “How much I just want to paint your body with bruises and my cum? I get to mark you all day as my dirty little slut and you’re going to take everything I give you. Every kiss. Every touch. Every inch.” Hoseok growled as he crashed his lips against yours taking your breath away. You kissed him back letting him take over, his lips moving against yours marking the plump flesh. His teeth were clamping down onto your bottom lip his tongue moving to swipe across your bottom lip. Your mouth opened and he eagerly shoved his tongue into your mouth. Licking and sucking onto every ounce of your mouth, over your teeth and the roof of your mouth over your tongue swirling it with his and pushing it as if he was trying to shove it down your throat. His other hand moved to grip at your breast holding it in his hand. Moving to massage it up and down your skin that was getting hot and littered with goosebumps as your body was embraced by the warm feeling. Hoseok slid his hand down from your breast to hook it under your ass lifting you up he walked you to the bed his lips still entangled with yours. Throwing you onto the bed he looked down at your body naked before him. He smirked moving you until you were in front of the camera feet pressing down against the edge of the bed and your ass pressing against the middle. “I want you to touch yourself for us. If you want to cum I think you will be a good girl yes?” Hoseok asked trailing his long fingers up and down your parted thighs.

Nervously you swallowed nodding your head. Your hands drifted down towards your crotch, it was a bit hard to move your wrist because of the material that was biding your wrist together but regardless you slowly started to stroke your clit throwing your head back as you moaned for them. Your heart rate was speeding up as your middle finger was circling around your clit but it wasn’t enough and you knew they knew that because you used to always get frustrated whenever they would come home throwing fits when you just wanted them to finger you and make you cum. Poking out your lower lip you slid your middle finger inside of you, moving your hips up against your finger. Your breast pressed together as your body sped up trying to feel more friction. Trying to slid your fingers deeper your anger started to rise a growl ripping from your throat.

“If you can’t even be a good girl and fuck yourself why would you disobey us? You know that we are always more than ready to fuck you until you’re begging for mercy.” Namjoon stated flicking his tongue along his lower lip wetting it. The sight before him turning him on and making him realize how needy he actually was for you with how his member throbbed in his pants. Hoseok could also feel all the blood rushing south and more than anything he had just wanted to touch you. He needed you no toys no anything just you.

“Y/N. You’re so lucky I have no patience because I was going to tear you apart until you were sobbing. Now I just want to be inside of you.” Hoseok tore your fingers from your heat licking across your soaked fingers to clean them. Namjoon leaning forward to dart his tongue along the insides of your spread thighs moaning at the soft skin that was meeting his tongue. He marked hickeys all over your parted thighs, your legs trembling from the feeling of his plump lips on your skin. Hoseok pressed your bound hands back against the mattress leaning down to part your lips with one of his hands his tongue licked from your slit to your clit. Crying out you arched your back from the jolt that shook your body. Hoseok smirked, he loved those reactions you gave whenever he was going down on you, his tongue flicking and circling around your pink bud before he was enclosing his tongue around it sucking on it. Namjoon crept closer until his tongue was sliding inside of your pussy. Your mouth fell open as you fist at the sheets above your head. Both males using their tongues to elicit a different reaction from you. Hoseok kissed up your body to your breast pressing his lips around your left nipple. Sucking on it, he let his first and middle finger rub at your clit side to side at a fast pace as Namjoon took the liberty to press his tongue all around the insides of your walls. Whimpering against the bed your hips bucked up, your hands itching for more contact.

“Daddy Hoseok. Please let me touch you.” It was the way you called his name that had him growling and nodding against your skin signaling for you to do so. Hands moving to tangle in his hair you felt as he slid his tongue all over your body as to remind himself how every single part of you tasted. He bit softly onto your stomach crawling his lips back up to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Are you going to be a good girl and give your cum to daddy Namjoon? He really wants to taste your sweet juices. I bet your tight pussy wrapped around his tongue so good, didn’t it? Almost like our first time.” Hoseok chuckled lightly, pressing wet kisses against your skin. His words mixing in with his actions and the curving of Namjoon’s tongue how he flicked it rapidly against your spot had you releasing on his tongue your hips trying to thrash around the bed, lips parted as a cry escaped from them. Both males helped you ride out your orgasm until you were still jerking your hips every now and then still sensitive from the oral.

“I think she is ready to take us.” Namjoon stated once he pulled back from your pussy to wipe off his lips and chin. Hoseok nodded his head as both of them stripped down until everyone in the room was bear. Hoseok took off your blindfold and Namjoon moved to pick you up for him.  Hoseok walked in front of you, his eyes locking on your eyes. He lifted up your arms to wrap around his head, his hands going to grip at your hips, he lifted you up aligning your heat with his shaft. Pressing his forehead against yours Hoseok slowly sunk himself into you burying himself deep inside of you. Both of you groaning and slight whimpers left your lips as your hands played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He held you down on his shaft for a bit listening to your little pain sounds his lips found yours as he tried his best to kiss away the pain, despite being upset with your stubbornness he couldn’t help but love you and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Waiting for you to signal him so he could move he was content with just kissing you. But once you gave him the ok he wasted no time slamming himself inside of you to stretch you back out for him. He pulled back from the kiss to give a husky moan of your name, the lust falling off of the way he said it. He bit on your bottom lip sucking on the flesh as he motioned with two fingers for Namjoon to come forward. Namjoon had been enjoying the show stroking off his slicked member as he watched you too indulge in one another. Namjoon aligned his member with your puckered asshole, Hoseok moving his hands to spread your cheeks wide for him. Namjoon grit his teeth, he knew you would be in some pain so he tried to get it over with. Slowly sliding inside of you he listened to you cry out, he was hesitant about to pull out when you objected telling him you wanted it to hurt and in his mind technically it still was punishment. Giving into your demand he slammed his hips forward until he was buried inside of you. Both males stopped moving, Namjoon’s fingers came around your waist to circle against your clit calming you down a bit. They both whispered sweet words and dirty little sayings into your ear getting you to relax for them to move. Standing up made it a little better, you knew if you would have been laying down you would’ve had to stop. Nodding your head, you gave a hard clench around both men who took that as an okay to keep going. They set a rhythm when Namjoon pulled out so would Hoseok both men gripping your body and slamming into you at the same time. Choked cries left your lips as you took the rough thrusting, different nail markings in your body that you knew would make you sore for sure. Your hips couldn’t move between the two so you just enjoyed it, your eyes drifting shut as you listened to the heavy breaths each male took or how they silently muttered your name followed by strings of curses. You kept tightening around them both, trying to contribute to their pleasure in some way, Namjoon went back to rubbing your clit while Hoseok aimed for your spot fucking you as hard as he could. It didn’t take long for the combination to have you sobbing and begging for release, and this time around you waited until you were given a yes before you started to cum for the both of them. Namjoon was the next one to spill his cum milking your tight asshole as he gave you every last drop a lot coming out of his member. Hoseok kept it up, not wanting to cum because he loved the feeling of being buried deep inside of you. Your head rolling forward to rest on his shoulder you held him trying to bounce yourself on him and it was your turn to mutter sweet nothings in his ear causing him to groan and give into you. He spilled his cum inside of you, his legs shaking as he held you up. Namjoon slipped out of you going to get a towel from the bathroom and Hoseok carried you to the bed sliding out of you. You felt sore and empty put content, letting Namjoon wipe you off you reached blindly for Hoseok who pulled you into your chest rubbing his hands up and down your thighs to aid the throbbing. Namjoon soon joined you both on the bed doing the same thing causing you to pass out from contentment and exhaustion.

anonymous asked:

A scenario of a reverse-harem situation of the Valentines day in P5 with Akira, Akechi (especially him <3), Ryuji and Yusuke (and maybe Mishima and/or Iwai if it doesn't get too long)? But instead of the girl already dating them, they are just all interested in her and realize they have competition and try to one-up each other (I like jealousy but hate cheating). She is oblivious and thinks they get along well. Bonus points if Yusukes says he wants to draw her nude in front of the other guys.

Absolutely none of them would do this but I love this idea so much?? hello host club Thank you for the prompt, and I hope you like it!

Note: I’ll be writing this in second person, so I hope you don’t mind!

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


“My dear, I… have something to tell you,” Akira stated softly, a desirous twinkle in his pitch-black eyes as he brushed your hair behind your ear. His fingertips caressed your cheek, the delicate sensation eliciting a tingly shudder from you. “I-”

“I beg your pardon, but what is the meaning of this?” Yusuke’s typically elegant cadence had now turned dark, the threatening edge slicing through the formerly romantic atmosphere like a blade through paper as the chime of Leblanc’s front door greeted him. A bouquet of hand-picked flowers was nestled in his pearly gloved hands, his steely orbs narrowing at the despicable sight of Akira attempting to enthrall you.

“I must concur with Kitagawa, I would like an explanation as well,” another voice demanded, his inflection as silky as his shoulder-length, chestnut hair that was currently fashioned into a neat ponytail.

“The hell’s Akechi doin’ here?!” Ryuji’s boisterous voice startled everyone as he burst through the door, and right as the door was about to click shut, a hand had halted any further movement.

“Jeez, Sakamoto… you could have at least held the door,” the owner of the hand complained, stepping through the entrance to reveal Mishima’s petite form. All of the boys present sported sleek suits of differing colors, and they sized each other up before diverting their gaze to Akira, who still had his palm gently pressed on your cheek.  

Akira sealed his eyelids shut and chuckled triumphantly, retracting his hand from your face to adjust his jet-black glasses with his leather fingertips. “You’re all far too late… not that any of you would have had a chance in the first place.”

“Kurusu… of course you’d be here already,” Akechi vehemently commented, a menacing undertone tainting his soothing voice. “With all due respect, I feel that I am the only appropriate suitor for them-”

“Oh yeah? And why is that?” Ryuji growled, daring the detective to proceed as he stuffed his fists into his pockets.

Akechi sighed and shook his head, a gloved hand raised in exasperation. “It would be a waste of valuable time to explain it to delinquents and outcasts such as yourselves; however, a sophisticated person like them would understand without my clarification, and they are the sole person who truly matters at the moment.”

“Well, you’re not wrong… a-about them mattering, I mean. But if anyone is a good match for them, it’s me. The rest of you have way too many issues,” Mishima chided, his arms slowly crossing as he leaned back slightly.

“Anyone that says ‘kek’ out loud doesn’t get to lecture us.” Ryuji lurched toward the admin and intimidatingly loomed over him, his chocolate eyes squinted.

Yusuke practically teleported in front of you, kneeling on a single knee and warily clasping your hand, subsequently elevating the back of it to his lips where he pressed a sweet kiss, his steely gaze never relinquishing your own. “You look breathtaking as always, my angel, but I wonder how ethereal you would appear posing nude for me, vulnerable for my eyes only…” Chuckling, the artist abruptly rose to his feet and swept you into his lithe arms, astonishing you with his unforeseen strength. “Come, let us abandon these ruffians and create beautiful art together, with our eternal love as the paintbrush!”

“You pretentious bastard!” Ryuji bellowed, charging at Yusuke’s profile to tackle him to the ground. Fortunately, Akira had caught you before you could topple into the fray of wrestling men.

“And now you’re back in my arms,” Akira grinned affectionately, his porcelain face inches away from yours. You basked in the warmth of his coffee-stained breath, and he tenderly placed you down on your feet before continuing, “Just the way it’s meant to be.“ Akira tugged you by the waist and descended his mouth to your ear, his voice husky as he whispered, “Now, what do you say we enjoy our Valentine’s Day… alone?”

A spectating Akechi scoffed at his rival as he jerked him by the collar to pry him from you. The condescension that dripped from his tone was as clear as daylight as he hissed, “As far as I’m concerned, it is not their duty to take out the trash.”

“You would know,” Mishima spat, promptly obstructing Akechi’s path to you, accompanied by the cacophony of Ryuji and Yusuke’s bickering that resonated off the walls of the desolate cafe.

Akechi’s burgundy orbs slanted and blazed with vitriol. “Out of my way, fool. The fairest royalty only deserves the most devoted prince, not some forgettable NPC that has thoroughly failed to establish an appearance as an official party member.”

“Better a forgettable NPC than a popular murderer,” Mishima snarled, the two of them quite literally butting heads.

Akira fumbled with his loosened collar a moment before he interjected, “To be fair, you’re not even supposed to be alive right now.”

Akechi spiraled around to cast a malevolent glare at the bespectacled boy, his pin-straight arms plastered to his sides as he strenuously forced his most pleasant smile. “Haha, is that so? And what nominates attic trash like you with the privilege of spending the day with them?”

“I’m the main character; it’s well within my right to steal their heart,” Akira proclaimed cheekily as he firmly tugged the rims of his crimson gloves. 

“N-not if I crush yours first,” Ryuji suddenly drawled, stumbling his way over to quarrel with a groggy expression.

“G-get back here…” Yusuke was trembling behind the blonde’s heels, outstretching his arms in a feeble attempt to clutch one of Ryuji’s broad shoulders. “W-we’re still not finished with our session of rock-paper-scissors, and it’s best two out of three.”

“J-just how intense was this game of yours?!” you inquired with bewilderment, seizing the chance to be able to speak.

Ryuji bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck, a peachy hue airbrushed on his cheeks as he asked, “A-are you worried about me…? Don’t worry, this ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle. A sweet person like you deserves a strong-”

In an instant, Yusuke spawned in front of you with one gloved hand clasping your own while the other solicitously cradled your chin between his thumb and index finger. “My love, I wholeheartedly appreciate your generous concern for my well-being, but an artist’s indomitable passion is not to be taken lightly, especially when it pertains to those they love.”

“H-hey, lemme at least finish my sentence, dammit!” Ryuji’s strong arms suddenly circled around your waist, and he rested his chin on your shoulder, his sigh tickling your ear as he breathed, “Babe… let’s get outta here so I can show ya just how happy I can make ya.”

“S-Sakamoto, you’re way too close!” Mishima chastised, hurriedly maneuvering past Akechi and Akira to wrench both Ryuji and Yusuke away from you. His hands attentively rested on your shoulders and his eyebrows furrowed as he implored, “Are you all right? I can protect you just as much as anyone else here, but we should probably bail. Wouldn’t want to miss our date, now would we?”

Your gaze plummeted to your fidgeting feet, your hands folded in front of you as you twiddled your thumbs. “I-is that really okay? You all seem like you get along so well, so I don’t want to ruin your day together.”

Time seemed to freeze as the din inside Leblanc ceased; even a pin-drop would echo like thunder in the silent vicinity. The heads of multiple males slowly protruded from behind Mishima, various eyes pasted on you as a rosy blush illuminated their cheeks. “S-so cute…” they muttered in a unison so impeccable that it could have easily been mistaken for one person.

Barely a second passed and they were already towering over you in a semi-circle, fervently pleading their cases by listing off their redeeming qualities.

“I can shamelessly eat sweets in public with you, and play video games! O-or fix your computer!” Mishima pitched first, his iron eyes shimmering with dedication.

Akechi pompously straightened his bow-tie as he declared, “I am quite reputable, both for my charisma in addition my expertise regarding pancakes. I should warn you, however: once someone has piqued my interest, I will not be quick to give up until I get what I desire.” He grasped your chin and steadily brushed his thumb over your lips, his piercing auburn stare glimpsing into your very soul.

“How preposterous. My beloved, I am certain I can bestow a most flourishing relationship befitting of someone as divine as you, although I cannot hope to immortalize such vibrancy on canvas, even if you were to… fully expose yourself.”

“Dude, keep your perverted fantasies to yourself! Anyway, it’d be really sad for someone as incredible as you to spend Valentine’s Day alone, and I promise you’re gonna have a ton of fun with me.”

“I’m perfect,” Akira announced smugly, flashing one of his signature heart-throbbing smirks, a flirtatious wink being the cherry on top as he sparkled with eye-catching allure. The remainder of the love-struck group simultaneously gasped in horror, registering that the worst possible outcome had come to fruition: Akira had achieved maximum capacity in all his stats, indicating that he was virtually unstoppable now.

“D-damn it, that super-move is a critical hit that exploits any and all weaknesses,” Mishima grimaced, feeling his own strength sap as he gaped at the universally-accredited irresistible protagonist. “N-no one’s ever been able to resist it… there’s no way we can top that.”

“N-no, we must remain persistent,” Akechi grunted as he broke out into a cold sweat, his bangs matted to the frame of his pasty face. “We cannot allow him to parch any more victims. Please, my dear… the question still remains…”

The men hooked their attention onto you once more, inhaling deeply and fervently chanting the succeeding question in flawless unanimity. “Who will be your Valentine?”

“Iwai!” you answered eagerly.

“Hah?!” the boys exclaimed in perfect synchronization, that single word shattering their determination and confidence like fragile glass.

You peered over their shoulders to wave at the gruff and moderately baffled shop owner as another moment of deafening silence wafted throughout the cafe.

“…Am I interruptin’ something?” Iwai asked, peering at the men with a severely unamused expression on his face.

“Who the hell are you?!” Ryuji questioned as the boys whipped around to sneer at the new opponent. 

Iwai sighed as he uplifted a single hand in mock surrender. “Relax. I just came here to pick up somethin’ for Kaoru.”

Akira’s expression neutralized. “It’s right there on the counter, next to the phone. Tell Kaoru I said hi.”

“Uh, sure… thanks, kid.” The airsoft shop manager tiredly retrieved his order, and right as he was about to open the door, he pivoted around toward the boys and ordered, “You all better not be doin’ anything weird.”

You shook your head vigorously and replied, “No, they were asking me to be their Valentine to try to include me in their group, but I really don’t want to interfere…” A light bulb flickered in your head as realization dawned upon you. “Wait a minute…”

Everyone’s focus was wholly plastered on you as you deliberated your next course of action. You nodded affirmatively to yourself before finally concluding, “Do you mind if I come over to the shop? It’s been forever since I’ve seen Kaoru.”

Iwai’s silver eyes expanded a fraction, but he hastily reverted to an amicable demeanor, a small smile dancing on his lips. “Yeah, I think he’d like that. He could use a friend right now.” 

“All right, let’s go!” you cheerily called as you took a few strides prior to obliviously addressing the boys that were now paralyzed with absolute shock and horror. “Have a good Valentine’s Day, guys!”

You promptly departed for the gun shop with Iwai, and as soon as the front door of Leblanc slammed shut, the boys you unintentionally rejected plunged to the floor face-first, tragically spending the duration of Valentine’s Day immobilized by their suffering and the agonizing deprivation of yet another romance route.

the magical things that are spoken from the boys


if u wanna know which vid a quote’s from, i remember (most) of them 👉😎👉 (or at least have a general idea) so don’t be afraid to ask !


“HE’S GOT LIKE ONE HEALTH, JUST POKE HIM. POKE HIM WITH A STICK AND HE’LL DIE”


“So this goes on top,, and then you’re on top of me……… this is really gay”
“This is so gay”


Brian: I never thought I’d say this but,,,, we need to fuck 407
Craig: heya, don’t threaten me with a good time


“See this C block? Ya know what it means?”
“Uhhhhhh”
“It means you’re a cunt”

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Seven Minutes in Heaven // Ten Chittaphon

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the prompt: can i pls request a fluffy 7 minutes in heaven au with nct’s ten where both of them are rly shy bc ten is absoulute squish

words: 1746

category: fluff

author note: i kinda only made ten shy so sorry bout that. hope you like this one (im still learning how to write kissing scenes so sorry if it’s not up to par with your expectations haha)

- destinee

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Nightmare

So hey, I just reached 101 followers! Thank you all so much, you honestly have no idea how much that means to me. ;w; 

So what better way to celebrate than with another chapter of this…series now, I guess? I have no idea honestly, haha. So this chapter is actually inspired by the comic that Zango drew that first showed off Bendy in his ‘Nightmare’ form. I dig the design so much and I’ll stop rambling now.

As always, this story is inspired by the 2D Bendy AU created by the wonderful @shinyzango, please check out her blog because it’s amazing and so is she. ^w^

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Zach Dempsey x Reader | Paradise

A/N: As requested by Anon. Hope you all enjoy it ! One more imagine request to go. I’m currently not taking any requests until I finish write mid term finals. Be sure to like and follow for more. Feedback is always appreciated. Much love .xx

Warning: minor sexual content

Originally posted by ithereckless

Here I was, living life in paradise with my boyfriend Zach Dempsey. We were currently spending spring break together in Malé, Maldives. It was quite the dream to be on a beautiful island with a hot boyfriend. You must be wondering how it all started off, well, here goes the story.

It all started about 2 years ago, I was an average student, I did well in all my subjects except for Biology. Science wasn’t my favourite subject then again, that was until my Biology teacher had assigned Zach to tutor me. It felt weird at first that a jock was coming over to my place or I was going over to his for our 2 hour tuition session.

I wasn’t used to this kind of thing, that is being around someone who is known to be popular. I’m a quiet person until you get to know me then only do I reveal my bubbly side. I never spoke to guys in a hurry at school other than Clay since he was the first one who wasn’t a pervert. My thoughts about Zach changed after seeing him for 5 sessions. He was really helpful, he knew his stuff and well, in a way I’m sure you would all agree that when you have a hot person around you it’s good motivation.

That 5th session of seeing him changed everything. We had just finished and as I was packing away my stuff I could feel his stare on me but chose to ignore it. “Thanks again Zach” I said. I stood up throwing my bag on my shoulder and walked to his door. He followed close behind me “Anytime” he said and walked me out. I was just leaving “Bye” I waved him off. “Wait” he stopped me. “What’s wrong ?” I asked. He placed his lips on mine which I hadn’t seen coming, after taking in what was going on, it didn’t take me long to kiss back. It felt good. “I’ve always wanted to do that” he said when we stopped to take a breath. That was the start to Zach and I’s relationship.

I thought for a change that Zach and I should go some place different this year for spring break. We’re always at home or doing the usual movie dates but this time our 2 year anniversary was around the corner. I thought we might as well do something exciting and different for a change. I told Zach about my idea which he was perfectly fine with just the 2 of us going, we had agreed on going to Maldives.

My parents were fine with me going since they trust Zach and they like him too. Zach’s mom didn’t have a problem either since she knew he was going with me and not with bad company.

I’m glad packing for me wasn’t that hard because all I needed was a few t-shirts, shorts, a dress, bikinis and swimsuits with just 3 pairs of shoes. I had packed at least 2 days before so over time I remember what last minute items to put into my bag.

We waved off our parents one last time then went through security and passport control. Zach and I weren’t in the mood to eat so we just decided to wait at the gate. It only started boarding an hour later. The line to board wasn’t that bad since it moved fast, Zach had a window seat as I sat in the middle. When they had announced that the flight would take off shortly, the joy had come to me because their was a vacant seat next to me which means more sleep. After we had taken off I picked up both armrests and laid my head on Zach’s lap - growing up, I could never sleep the night before a flight I guess because of the adrenaline rush - the flight was 20 hrs and 30 mins anyway so I should get more than enough rest.

Finally landing in Maldives, we took a boat to our resort, then after reaching we had checked in and might I say this place was absolutely breathtaking. I don’t feel like leaving here. Zach and I left our luggage as it was, we took a walk to the beach which was literally less than 10m away from our room. We just stood where the singers were and admired the view and surroundings. Clear water and white sand, can this get any better ?

“Okay we can’t afford to waste anymore time, I’m going to change” I blurted and started walking back to our room. “I’ll meet up with you in a few” he said. I tossed my suitcase on our bed and pulled out the first bikini I could find. It was a classic black bikini with a few cut outs on either side of the underwear. I discarded my clothes and had on my bikini bottom and top. Just tying off my bikini top, I couldn’t get the back straps to tie. “Woah baby girl. Are we celebrating our honeymoon later ?” He whistled and walked up behind me, he moved my hair onto my shoulder and tied off my back. “You wish” I turned to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. “Ready ?” I asked looking him up and down. All he had to do was take off his shirt. So simple.

We walked back hand in hand, I took a few steps onto the wet sand to see how cold it is and to my luck the temperature wasn’t bad at all. I then jogged until the water had reached my hips, “Are you getting in or what ?” I asked him. He grinned and took slow steps, when he was at arms length away from me I started splashing the water at him. I knew then I had to run for my life. He literally caught me just when I could turn to run “Theirs no running away from me now” he said and threw me over his shoulder. “Zach pit me down” I whined and started kicking my legs and hitting his back with my fists. “Nah I rather have you dangling like this” he laughed “Of course you do, you’re enjoying the view aren’t you ?” I rolled my eyes.

The next thing I was in contact with the water, Zach had thrown me in. I ran my fingers through my hair to move it away from the face “How dare you ?” I murmured, I was freezing. “What was that ?” He cupped his hand around his ear pretending he didn’t hear me. Haha really funny. The boy thought its going down tonight, well it would’ve if he hadn’t done this. Payback time is on. I was hoping to just relax but thanks to Zach my plans are now all ruined. “You think this is funny ?” I raised an eyebrow and walked passed him to our room. He followed close behind me “Yeah I do actually” he said and started laughing again.

I went to our outdoor shower and ran the water, standing underneath it with my back facing Zach. I slowly loosened the strings of my bikini, I started with my top by loosening my neck and then mid back. My hands trailed down to my bottoms and pulling both strings at the same time leaving the bikini to fall off. Now stood in front of Zach was a naked (Y/N). I felt his stare on my ass “Oh I see where this is going” he smirked. With the water still running over me, I cupped my breasts and turned to face Zach. His jaw dropped. “Look all you want baby because you can see but you can’t touch” I said, then squeezed my breasts and leaving them free. My hands trailed down to my core and slowly back up to my breasts.

I closed the tap and ran my hands through my hair, grabbing the near by towel to cover my self, I stood in front of a horny Zach “Happy Early Anniversary babe ” I said and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Battle of the Dates

Request: oooh! hello, can I request a reader x eth on a double date with amy and mark?? (psst if you want split it into a couple parts where they do something different each time because I support the idea of lots of double dates) thanks love xx // hello again, I requested the double date with amy and mark, just wanted to add that it would be a fem!reader :) thanks, sorry for not telling you before xx

Summary: Fem!Reader goes on a double date with Amyplier. It’s a fun time I guess.

A/N: You guys I made a gif for you people. Be proud of me, I’m crossing mediums! Jk I just went to a website and typed in a URL I’m not special haha. But forreal, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, WHY ARE THERE ALMOST NO TEAMIPLIER GIFS IN THE GIF SEARCH THING it’s annoying af and results in me having to make crappy gifs on the internet. Anyway, this fic is open to multiple parts! If you have an idea for a part 2 to this, send it in! There is a text conversation in this fic! ‘-’ is the reader, ‘=‘ is Amy. Hope you all enjoy!

Wordcount: 1000, it was so short originally I literally had to add in an entire extra scene to not give you a shitty 500 word fic lol

Request some more guys! I’ll get to them in the next batch of fics!

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Trimberly - jealous Kim and maybe a little bit of angst

You got it! 

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Tommy Oliver.

New kid. Tall. Brunette. Green eyed (appropriately). Surprisingly Popular (suspicious - no new kid had a right to be popular). Green Ranger (very suspicious). Tomboy. Straight-A Student (so why detention??? Also suspicious).

And the absolute bane of Kimberly Hart’s existence. 

The moment Tommy had arrived in detention, Kim had smelled trouble. Because not only was Tommy gorgeous, not only was Tommy funny, and athletic, and intelligent. 

Not only was Tommy Oliver basically perfect in the cut-throat adolescent world of High School, but Tommy Oliver was charming. Kim hated charming people. She especially hated them right now. Because right now, Tommy fucking Oliver was flirting with Trini. What’s worse? Trini was giggling. And blushing

And Kim couldn’t do a fucking thing about it. 

She’d been flirting (haha see what she did there? Pathetic) with the idea of asking Trini out for months. And really, who wouldn’t? Trini was damn near perfect. She was kind and intelligent and funny and absolutely gorgeous. 

And she was far too good for Kimberly Hart.

She was too good for the ex-cheerleader who was this close to being labeled a sex offender. She was too good for the girl who got so defensive over her own actions, she punched her ex-sort-of-not-really-boyfriend so hard without powers that he’d lost a tooth. She was too good for the girl who was so emotionally stunted she’d kept them all from morphing until Billy had died.

So no, Kim wasn’t good enough for Trini. But she wasn’t positive Tommy Oliver was either.

“You trying out your laser vision again, princess?” 

Zach’s amused drawl broke through her staring contest with the back of Tommy’s head. 

“Huh? We don’t have laser vision, doofus.” 

“Well you’re definitely trying to melt the back of poor Tommy’s head. What did she ever do to you, huh?” 

Kim glanced away just as Tommy shifted to reveal a surprisingly bashful Trini. 

“Oh.”

Kim sighed. Sometimes she thought the only one in their group who didn’t know about her pathetic crush on the Yellow Ranger was Trini herself. 

“Yeah.” What else was there to say? She didn’t have a chance with Trini, she knew that. And Tommy really was a good sort. Mostly. And hey if she could make Trini smile like that, who was Kim to get in the way? No one, that’s who. 

She feels Zach’s gaze on her, but she refuses to look up. She doesn’t want to see the pity in his eyes. She doesn’t see the thoughtfulness in his gaze, or the way his eyes flick between Trini’s furtive looks in Kim’s direction, and Kim’s hunched shoulders.

….

Trini slid next to Zach in their English class with and grunted out some form of greeting as she rested her head on top of her folded arms. She had a massive headache and really just wanted to do some yoga on her rock. She was not looking forward to debating Shakespeare for the umpteenth time this year with a bunch of pimply hormonal teens.

“’Sup, Crazy Girl.”

Grunt.

“Got a headache?” 

Shrug.

“Got anything to do with a certain green friend of ours?”

Head tilt, murderous glare.

Students were settling into their seats as the teacher wrote their assignments on the board, and told them to choose partners to go over the next Act of Hamlet. Zach payed the rest of them no mind.

“Funny thing, I think Kim’s got a headache for the same exact reason.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, it speaks!”

“Shut up idiot.”

“Ouch. Words hurt, you know”

“You don’t have enough brain cells to be offended by my awesome snark.”

“Damn, fine. I won’t tell you what Kim said earlier when Tommy was all over you.” 

“What the fuck, Zach.”

Zach buried his nose in Shakespeare and ignored Trini’s glare. Finally, she rolled her eyes. 

“Fine, o amazing Black Ranger. I only insult your awesomeness because I cannot even dream to match it. Alright? Just tell me already!”

Zach smirked. “Someone’s eager. And just how much Shakespeare have you been reading, Trinity?”

She kicked his shin under the table, hard.

“Call me Trinity again and you’ll wish Rita was back.”

“Ok, ok, jesus, leave my bones intact, Crazy Girl! I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but - and I say this with all possibly love - but damn girl you’re oblivious. Even Jason figured it out, and you know that’s saying something.”

“Figured what out?” Trini was getting more confused by the second, and it wasn’t helping her headache in the slightest. If Zach didn’t get to his point soon, she’d punch him and deal with going to the principal’s office happily.

“Kim’s got a gigantic gay crush on you, Trini.”

Trini blinked. “Huh?”

It was Zach’s turn to roll his eyes. 

“Girl, the only thing that even comes close to your crush on Kim, is her crush on you. We both know Tommy just likes to flirt - especially with you, because you blush so easily when a pretty girl is paying attention to you -”

Trini kicked his shin again with a hissed “Hey!”

“ - Ow! What? It’s the truth! Anyway, I don’t think Kim’s realized that Tommy’s flirting is harmless when it comes to you. I mean hey we all know she’s got the hots for the hottest member of the team. Moi.”

Another kick. “Ow! I’m going to the police. This abuse is just unwarranted.”

“Zach, for fucks sake, please get to the point.”

“I thought I had? What’s that glare for? You need me to spell it out? Kim. Was. Jealous. Kim. Likes. You. Idiot. No accounting for taste, but - HEY!”

“Zach, Trini, is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

“No, Ms. Morris we were just, uh, having a disagreement over the meaning of a passage.”

Watching Zachary Kwan trying to appear innocent was not a pretty sight, but luckily, their teacher just rolled her eyes and moved on.

“What did I say about the kicking?? Jeez. And here I am, trying to help you out. Some friend you are.”

“Aww poor wittle baby. Suck it up, bitch.” 

Trini was quiet for a moment, thinking. 

“You’re not pulling my leg? Kim’s really into me?”

“Dude you’re like, Wynonna Earp level oblivious.”

“I don’t know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment.”

“Definitely an insult.” 

“Rude.”

Tommy’s next flirting target two days later, ironically, was Kim. 

Their training session for the day had ended, and they were all relaxing and nursing various bruises and scrapes under the coolness coming from the lake above the pit. Trini, observing Tommy’s flirting process, personally thought that the award for Wynonna Earp obliviousness should go to Kim, who hadn’t realized yet that Tommy had been flirting with her for the past half hour.

Trini had conducted her own experiments over the past two days to see if Zach was just insane or if his claim held any merit. She’d found, to her surprise, that he might, in fact, in some weird twist of fate, be right, and she’d been trying all morning to come up with a way to ask her fellow ranger out. 

And then Tommy had butted in, and Zach had been smirking at her for the past half hour, and winking every time Tommy said something even remotely suggestive. Now, glancing from Kim to Zach one more time, he waggled his eyebrows and tilted his head in a clear dare. Trini Alverado was not one to ever back down from a dare.

Taking a fortifying breath, she left her perch atop one of the rocks in the pit and stalked over to Kim and Tommy. Kim brightened at the sight of her, giving Trini butterflies, and Tommy’s eyes took on a mischievous gleam. 

“Hey, Tommy. Kim, I’m really sorry about this.”

Kim looked confused, and Tommy looked amused. 

“For what?” They voiced the query at the same time. 

Taking another breath, Trini grabbed Kim’s wrist and pulled the taller girl down so she could press her lips to Kim’s.

She could hear Zach’s whoop of laughter, Billy’s clapping, and Jason’s cheering in the background as she felt Kim’s startled exhale of breath against her face. A tentative hand threaded itself through her hair as she felt Kim move closer to her, press more firmly into her lips, and heard Tommy’s quiet chuckle next to them.

She pulled away from Kim, a small smirk on her lips and took a few steps backwards.

“We should do that again some time, if you’re interested.”

With a thrust from her legs, she propelled herself through the lake, hoping Kim wouldn’t be too far behind.

‘My boy Tom’ - Tom Holland Imagine

Paring: Tom Holland x Female!Reader

Request: Prompt #69 “You look so incredible, if that didn’t look so good on you I’d properly tear it off”, #26  “I don’t trust myself around you.” & #32 “I’m so goddamn in love with you.”

Word Count: 1.8 k

Warning: A couple of swearwords, and a cliff hanger. Don’t worry part 2 is coming up soon. 

A/N: Got my first request, someone wanted one with ‘their boy Tom’ so here you go hope you enjoy it! And thanks for actually requesting it. If you want a story too, my inbox is open, and if you’re blank for ideas, my prompt list is here 


“Y/N” One of the coordinators called out to you as you sat in one of the lobby chairs together with your co-stars of the movie you were working on. It was red carpet night, and the cast was looking glorious, all dressed up, even you had dressed up in something other than jeans which was really your comfort zone, and if you had to say it, the whole of the cast looked quite magnificent. Or well, the ones that were here that is.

“Can you please go get Tom. He won’t answer any of our calls, and he needs to come down soon, or else he’ll miss his car” The coordinator asked looking incredibly stressed.

“Why should I do it?” You asked slightly annoyed, as you knew you were going to walk around in these heels the most of the evening, so you just wanted a bit more time to sit down before you had to walk and pose in them for the red carpet.  

“Because the other coordinator haven’t shown up yet, meaning I’m alone with this mess, and therefore can’t deal with a teenager who’s late. And then, also because he listens to you” The coordinator sighed, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for him. You opened your mouth to agree, but before you had even said a word, the coordinator had thanked you before walking away again.

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My Different - Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky calls the reader to get Pizza at 2am, why? because he can.

A/N: Not requested, I just had the idea for this drabble

Words: Around 530

Type: Fluff (I guess? haha)


“So, why exactly did you want to get pizza at 2am?” You say

You wipe your hands on the greasy napkin, the taste of the delicious Italian meal still lingering on your tongue.

“I need to have a reason to wanna go out at early hours of the morning with only the most beautiful woman in the Avengers tower?” Bucky smirks

“Always the charmer, Barnes” You take a mouthful of your soda which seemed to be the only thing keeping you wide awake right now, that and Bucky’s seductive smile.

Over the last few months you and Bucky had become close, not as close as Bucky and Steve (of course) and nothing more than friends either.

You weren’t an Avenger, simply a receptionist at the tower. It started with Bucky coming in looking for Steve then him paying a few, flirty visits to see you, using the excuse that he was ‘lost’ or ‘forgot something’.

Tony, your boss had even told you that he’d asked about you.

After a coffee date or two and a Harry Potter marathon you two were friends, that friendship had now escalated to 2 am pizza meetups.

“I’ve been here a few times at night, it’s much nicer” He started “Notice how it’s just silent? There’s no one complaining that they’re going to be late to their next meeting or kids crying because they got the wrong toy in their kids meal” He smiles lightly at the last part.

When Bucky stopped talking you listened carefully, noticing the only sound was the sizzling of the deep fryer and an old 90’s song playing on low. But besides from that it was completely silent.

You were so use to the constant sound of a car tooting or tens of civilians passing at a time that you hadn’t even noticed.

“It’s nice, it’s different” You reply, picking up your next slice of pizza

“Different is good though right?” You notice Bucky’s metal fingers curling in and out, it was a nervous habit of his that you’d noticed over the last few weeks. Oh how badly you wanted just to reach out and wrap your hand around his.

“Well it depends. You have bad different, like your pet dying” Unfortunate “Then there’s good different, like this”

More examples of different could be the hell Bucky and the other Avengers on the daily, bad different.

Bucky puts his head down, his hair covers parts of his eyes and you can’t help but wonder if he could get anymore attractive. The light from the old, vintage pizza shop made it look as if he was glowing, even in his grey sweatpants and black shirt.

You didn’t look any fancier, rocking a pair of yoga pants and an oversized sweater.

“What about meeting someone that makes you a better person?” Bucky asked

“Good different” You say, knowing full well that right in front of you was sitting the man who made going to work everyday a joy, trying new coffee flavours (some that you hated) an adventure and getting up at 2 in the morning worth it.

“Well you Y/N /Y/M/N, are my good different”

Originally posted by bovaria

perfect timing [michael m. x reader]

do i have any regrets? probably.

was this all based off of ‘haha michael would have 4:20 by some fucking chance’ after reading a prompt for a soulmate au

yes.

i s2g i’ll probably write a part two for this eventually but i felt a need to post it

its short so :/// sorry

warnings: general language


        Out of any time Michael could have printed across his wrist, by some stroke of luck it ended up being 4:20. Sure, when the inky numbers appeared on his wrist at age seven, he thought nothing of them. They were a time, and his parents were glad to tell him about how he’d meet his soulmate at that time. He shrugged it off - 4:20 pm, nothing of it. Eventually came the unavoidable jokes, but he just went along and laughed with them as he kept glancing at the black letters. Sometimes he’d stare at them sometimes, or sometimes he’d catch a glimpse of the white letters along his parent’s wrists and remembered tracing his fingers over them when he was too young to fully understand. It was stupid to think about sometimes, but Jeremy had caught him staring at the numbers and nudged him out of his thoughts. 4:20. What kind of a joke was it that Michael Mell of all people would meet his soulmate at 4:20 of all times?

        In cherry red numbers, the clock shone with 3;46 A.M. blaring across it. Michael blinked in the sight, and glanced to the sleeping Jeremy curled up in the chair nearby, pale green blanket drawn over him. One arm stuck out, and in the pale glow of the tv screen, Michael could faintly make out the 7:28 among his wrist. Why couldn’t he have a time like Jeremy’s? Not a fucking meme that people laughed at when they saw it - a normal time. God, he felt sorry for his fucking soulmate - they were stuck with 4:20 on their wrist as well. He glanced back to the clock - 3:50 A.M. - and he knew he would have a better chance getting up and doing something than internally griping about numbers.

        He snagged the crumpled red hoodie from the floor, the chill of the basement sending shivers down his spine, and slipped it on. Michael glanced back at Jeremy, the wiry teenager still asleep, before he made his way over to the cheap mini fridge against the wall. He knelt down, pulling the door open as he searched - Pepsi Blue, Crystal Pepsi, Mountain Dew Red, and other 90s drinks. He pushed a can of Lifesavers soda out of the way, mentally grimacing at the overly sweet soda - that was Jeremy’s shit - before frowning. Nothing seemed appealing. He glanced back at the clock - 3:57 A.M. - before deciding that fuck it, the nearest 7-Eleven wasn’t too far. He could jog there, get a slushie or something, and be back and Jeremy probably would still be asleep.

        Michael left his house at 4:02 A.M. Eight minutes later, he was down the street, and barely regretting his decision.

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A New Boy

Request: angst anon here!! i would love a yule ball imagine (although its a rare occasion) where the reader turns down all the “popular guys” for newt, but he ends up having a ball (hah) with leta instead? and she like ends up going with a popular guy and dances with him and actually has fun and newt is lowkey hurt?? hopefully that made sense haha. please and thank you 💗 btw i saw the tag on “i do… not” and you are just the sweetest little thing!! i will never stop giving you these random ideas 😊

Word Count: 6,887

Pairing: Reader x OC, Newt x Leta

Requested by: @aurrorgoldstein

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @studyforthreehands @whatinbenaddiction @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2

WARNING: Language


I know the world seems cold and empty, but I promise you, if you search for the light, you will one day find it.


The corridors of Hogwarts are empty, chilly, a quick breeze somehow bursting through them. A ghost, you figure, digging your nails into your palm and praying they leave you alone. On a night like this, with such a mission in your head, you do not want to be bothered.

Night is quickly dropping her blanket over the sky outside, and most students have already scurried to bed, their voices whispering of the night upcoming, of the dance, the ball, the evening you’re dreading. With quick steps, you find yourself climbing to the Gryffindor common room, muttering the password, and clambering through.

It’s hot inside, the fireplace roaring up with a loud orchestra of clicks and pops and even a few snaps. Few students linger, but the ones that do, that are also dateless for the ball tomorrow, are draped over the maroon couches and royal red chairs, heads popping up to view your intrusion.

“Sorry,” you murmur, cheeks heating up, “but has anyone seen Michael Rodgers?”

One boy, a fifth year you recognize vaguely from classes, lazily raises his head and eyes you once over. “You’re here to talk to him?”

“I don’t see why I would ask for him otherwise.” The words earn a snicker from the others in the room, who drop their heads but leave their ears pointing in your direction.

“I suppose,” the boy sighs, shoving himself to his feet, “I could go see if he’s up, but no promises.”

You nod, biting your cheek. That’s all you can ask for, someone to check.

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Yellow: Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam Winchester is fresh out of rehab after overdosing and scaring his family half to death. High school isn’t the best place to recover, but there’s something about the new girl that gets him through the day.

Tags: AU: High School, punk!sam, Dean is only one year older than Sam, Mary is alive, horribly awkward teenagers with big ole crushes on each other.

Trigger Warnings: past drug abuse/overdose, drug addiction, depression, past parental death mention

Words: 2577

A/N: Finally, the Sam installment to my Punk AU collection. *Sam is more depressed than scary/angry*

Originally posted by hunterchesters

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Everyone Has A Weakness - Part 2

Request from @sborrink: (possible part 2 to ‘everyone has a weakness’ or a stand alone story. Your choice.). Dom!Bucky x reader where the reader finds out that Bucky has a thing for skimpy Halloween outfits/lingerie courtesty of Nat letting it slip out during a drunken girls night out (Bucky reluctantly helping Nat pick a costume). Reader sees it as a perfect oportunity to get back at Bucky at Tony’s Halloween party for all the teasing he’s done, but Bucky has some ideas of his own.

Note: So I have changed this just a little bit in regards to how Nat informs the reader. Rather than having her letting it slip due to alcohol she just comes right out with it - I can definitely imagine her doing that! I also would like to apologise right now for the ending! haha!

Dom!Bucky x Reader

Words: 2,504

Warnings: There is smut in this piece so please if you are under 18 DO NOT READ. It is not suitable for you so I’d rather you stayed reading my SFW stuff. Major teasing (sorry!), language, dominance and slightly controlling behaviour.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3

Another piece of fabric was thrown over the changing room door to where you were stood, forcing you to catch it before adding it to the pile that was steadily beginning to form. You couldn’t believe that this stuff was actually classed as clothing – looked more like brightly coloured dental floss to you – but Nat had insisted on coming shopping for Tony’s Halloween party and dragging you along with her.

Your mind wasn’t in it though, not after what had transpired in the gym the other day, good god you hoped no one had seen the two of you, scrap that….heard you. It became apparent rather quickly that Bucky brought noises out of you that you didn’t even think were possible and given the shock of how quickly it had all unfolded you were unable to even attempt to keep them held back.

“[y/n] are you even listening to me out there?”

Nat’s voice snapped you out of the rather racy thoughts your mind had started to play out and it was a good job too because you were beginning to feel an all too familiar heat building between your legs and had she not spoken your ability to stand would have soon disappeared.

“Sorry Nat, was too busy wondering just how this all passes as clothing.”

“о мой Бог! (‘oh my god!’) You sound ancient! This is all the rage among us adults at Halloween…” You were about to disagree with her entirely but almost as though she knew you were she spoke again before you could even open your mouth. “….and Bucky LOVES this stuff.”

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