i just want you closer

Camping - Smut

Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 3,649
AN: So this happened? Have some filth. Thanks for being patient. Thanks to @writing-obrien​ and @celestial-writing​ and @rememberstilinski​ for helping me out with this! Y’all are the best and I love you guys sm.

You rolled your eyes as you trudged through the forest, your backpack slung over your shoulders and your sleeping bag rolled up and tied to it. Of all the people you could be paired with, it had to be Stiles. The two of you were at each other’s throats constantly, and you had a feeling that this was Scott’s underhanded way of trying to get you to get along.

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Friends Part 8

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2463

Warnings: This part focuses on Bucky and his point of view of things. There is a lot of flashbacks and they are in italic. And more important this start after he left the readers apartment in the end of part 7

Thank you @amrita31199 you are the best and thank you for correcting so fast,

credits to the gif owners

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

A soon as Bucky got in his car, he felt the tears streaming down his face. For the last week he thought that he had lost you, and when he finally has you again he has to let you go. And as much as he knows this is all his fault, how this is fair?

He wishes he could do things differently.

“You fucked up real good this time, didn’t you Barnes?” He says to himself, before starting the car, he wishes that he never read that letter. That instead he would just kiss you and admit his feelings for you.Would things be better now? He hoped that the answer was yes but he knows the truth.

He can’t hold you back, he is not stupid, and he knows what he can give you and what he can’t. With him, you would never have a full night of sleep, you would always be worried about his safety and more important you would always have to deal with the aftermath.

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fic: Of Sunsets and Swings

title: of sunsets and swings

genre: reality/tiniest bit of angst if you squint

word count: 2300

description: a little getaway cements an idea they’ve had for a while now and brings a sense of relief they never expected to feel. (ft. mother lester, some jetlag and a couple of swings)

“I find some irony in being in a kid’s park while we make this very grown-up decision.”

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Closer - Jughead x Reader

Anonymous said: 

can you write an imagine where the reader is failing math and jughead wants to get closer to the reader and offers to help even though he’s actually bad at math, so when he tries to help her study, they both get frustrated and they end up kissing/confessing their feelings

Originally posted by venomous-lies

I changed it up slightly but hope you’re okay with it!

Word count: 1,008

warnings: none, just fluff :)

It was coming to the end of last period and your favourite subject of all time - math! You sat at your desk with your face lazily rested in your hand as you glanced up at the clock waiting for this nightmare to end. The whole lesson has been a battle to understand even half of what the teacher was saying and it’s stressing you out. 

“Remember, class, we have a test next lesson so make sure you study for it.” Your head jolted up at the realisation. oh crap. You have to do well on this test. You’re already failing math. The bell rang signalling the end of school so you quickly packed up your belongings and rushed out the door, determined to do nothing but study as soon as you got home.

You didn’t realise how nervous you were until you accidentally crashed into someone and almost fell over.  “Sorry!” you blurted out as the stranger caught you by the shoulders and steadied you. You looked up to find a tall and mysterious figure gazing down at you with a worried expression played across his features - Jughead Jones, your childhood friend and secret crush. 

“(Y/N), whoa, what’s wrong?” He asked, hands still on your shoulders. You blushed slightly at the closeness. “Nothing.. I.. Uh, I’m just stressed about failing this maths test.” You flustered. “Really, you?” He teased “I thought you were the class smart-ass.” He played. “I am, Jones. Just not as smart-assy as you.” You sassed back. He chuckled.

You missed this. For some reason you and Jughead didn’t talk that often anymore, even though you were best friends when you were younger. Jughead missed it too, he’d always liked you - though he’d never told you, maybe that’s why he distanced himself. He could still be caught admiring you from afar though. And any time the two of you were together, he’d cherish. Which is what lead him to a thought..

“I could help you study for the test, if you want?” He asked, hope evident in his tone. You looked up at him in surprise, “You’d do that? Thank you Juggie!” You exclaimed. “Sure” He smiled at you, “I’m free anytime, so let me know whenever you need me.” he said. “We could go over to my place and start now?” You suggested. The corner of his mouth curved up, “Why not?” He replied, so the two of you headed over to your place.

You guys talked a lot along the way, mostly about childhood memories. It felt almost as if nothing had changed and you were still best friends. When you arrived at home your parents greeted you and Jughead and you explained that you were going to your room to study together. Your parents exchanged a look but you grabbed Jughead and jogged upstairs to your bedroom before they could embarrass you. 

You waltzed into your room, Jughead following behind you, and turned to face him. He was standing awkwardly by the door. “Make yourself at home!” you reassured him “You can sit on the bed or wherever.” He loosened up at your words and made his way over to sit beside you on the bed, pulling out the notes and revision sheets from his bag.

“Okay..” You sighed and looked at the first question. “Write 4*10-2 as a decimal.” You looked up at Jughead, a puzzled expression on your face. “I don’t have the slightest clue… Can you explain it?” You asked. “Uhh..” He started, and then begun spurring out different methods to solve the equation - to no avail. He was stuck. Jugheads face slowly turned a shade of light red at the slight embarrassment. 

“I don’t understand it very well either.” He admitted. “Okay, we’ll come back to that one.” You said and pointed to the next question - which looked just as daunting. “What about this one?” You asked, frustrated with yourself for not knowing. “Actually…” Jughead started, looking extremely embarrassed as he considered his next sentence, “I’m not really good at any of this stuff, I kinda suck at math. I just..” He paused and debated with himself for a moment. “I just wanted to get closer to you. I know it’s stupid but I really like you, (Y/N).”

You looked at your friend in shock, trying to think of the words you wanted to say. Jugheads face heated up at the silence, and he quickly spoke up, “You don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry I made this awk-” You cut him off, “No no, I really like you too Jug! ever since we were in 6th grade actually. I had no idea you felt that way.”

Jughead just stared at you in surprise as the words sank in. “Really?” was all he managed to say. You chuckled and took his hands in yours, “Yes, really, Jug.” His face lit up with joy and you smiled back up at him. He gazed across your features, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. He slowly leaned closer to your face. You were so close it set off a fire inside you, you could feel your cheeks flushing and your stomach drop. “Is this ok?” He whispered as his lips brushed against yours.

You replied by crashing your lips into his, and he slowly and passionately deepened the kiss, savouring every moment of it. Jughead brought his hands up to cup your face. Your lips synced together perfectly and you got lost in the moment. You both pulled back for air and looked at one another lovingly. Jugheads hand still caressed your cheek as he spoke up, “Well this turned out better than I expected.” You giggled and agreed.

“ughhh” You groaned, “We still have to figure out these!” you motioned over to the revision sheets. Jughead dramatically slammed his back against the mattress as he collapsed onto the bed and you laughed and threw a pillow at him. He snapped his head up at you with a smirk.. “You just started a war.” 

Breaking All The Rules For You - Professor O'Brien AU [Smut] (Part Three)

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(S): Dylan O'Brien/Reader

Word Count: 3322

Notes: Fingering, Dirty Talk, Oral (male receiving), somewhat public blowjob, and your heart will be damaged. Thank you to @stilinski-jpeg for all her help, as usual, proofreading an encouraging me and boosting me up.

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Don’t Want Much

Here’s another little fluffy blurb I’ve written for you lovelies. I hope you enjoy it. You can either connect it to my first one or read it as a stand alone. It’s all up to you! Let me know what you think! xoxo

You didn’t like gifts. In fact you hated them. They made you feel uncomfortable. You didn’t know why but you’ve always been that way. So you always told people to forgo the gift giving on birthdays and Christmases for donating to charities or something.

But your first birthday with Harry was different. When he asked you what you wanted you shrugged, “Don’t want much.”

“Oh come on, love. Just tell me what you want.” He prodded, tightening his hold around you.

“I really don’t want anything other than having you here.” You snuggled closer, hoping he would drop the subject.

“So you’re one of those ones, huh? Make me figure it out on my own.” His chuckle which was always so endearing, sparked a flare of annoyance. The whole gift conversation was making you frustrated and you couldn’t handle it right then. So you did what you usually did and ran.

“I don’t want a gift. Please don’t buy me one.” You pulled out of his hold and practically ran up the stairs to the bedroom. Harry sat bewildered on the couch where you left him, wondering what he did wrong.

You were up in the bedroom, a pillow thrown over your head, trying to forget about the conversation that just happened, when you hear a soft knock on the door. You knew exactly who it was and you really hoped he didn’t want to talk about gifts anymore.

When you felt the pressure dip on his side of the bed, signalling his arrival, you removed the pillow that was covering your face. Looking up at Harry, your heart began to melt slightly. His face was riddled with guilt, he never liked making you upset.

Hating seeing him look so downtrodden, you let out a little wine and scrambled onto his lap, pulling him close to you.

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to make you upset. Just want you to be happy.” He muttered into your neck.

“You do, Harry. You make me happy. I don’t want a gift. I just want you.” You snuggle in closer to his body, relishing his warmth.

“Mmmm, then what do I do with the present I already got you, huh?” He asked, pulling back slightly to gauge your reaction.

Your eyebrows raise slightly, trying to push down the unease you felt with the idea of him already having gotten you a present. But one look in his eyes, eased your worries. He loved you and that fact made it okay.

“If you wanted… You could give it to me?” You answered, a smile slowly pulling on your lips.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the boyish grin that erupted on his face. He pulled away from you and reached into the night stand, pulling out an envelope. You couldn’t help but notice his hands shaking as he handed it to you.

You gave him a small smile and opened the envelope, pulling out what looked like a coupon book. When you began to flip through it you realized they were coupons for things to do with Harry. One delightful massage. One day spent completely in bed. Total control over the telly for 24 hours. etc.

“Uhm- you don’t have to use them if you don’t want to. I just thought that maybe if you-”

You cut off the rambling man by pressing your lips to his, a smile making it difficult to convey how much you loved him. With a contented sigh, he returned the pressure, all of the nerves he felt about the gift washing away.

“I love it.” You whispered as you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.

“Are you sure? Cause you can throw them in the bin if it really-”

“Alright. I’m cashing in one now.” You laughed, cutting him off from his self-doubt. You flipped through the coupons, ripping out the one you wanted. Handing it over to him you couldn’t help but laugh when his eyes widened, his eyebrows disappearing under his fringe.

“One hour long makeout session. Heavy petting included.” Your hands reached out to take the coupon and put it on the side dresser.

“Well get on with it, mister.” You smiled, wrapping your hands around to the back of his neck and pulling his face closer to yours.

He let out a delightful chuckle and crashed his lips to yours. Who needs presents when you have a coupon book from the one and only Harry Styles.

Jealousy Issues (Jasper Hale x Reader)

Prompt: Can you do a Jasper Hale x reader where you show off somehow and a boy notices you, and he gets really jealous? Lots of fluff please, Thank u!! (requested)

Word Count: 704

A/N: thanks to the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! Also, my requests with Jasper are blowing up lately, not that I’m complaining tho.

Jasper’s POV (third person)

He knew that you didn’t do it intentionally, you just draw attention to yourself, and it was understandable; no matter from what angle Jasper looked at you, for him you were flawless, your golden eyes shining and sparkling every time you looked at him, your smile was his favorite thing in the entire world, he could stare at you while you smiled all day, let’s say that being a vampire suited you really good.

Even though he knew you wouldn’t do anything to make him feel bad or to harm your relationship he couldn’t help the rage of jealousy that went through his body when he saw you from across the cafeteria while a guy tried to talk to you, at first he was curious, everybody in this school knew that you were a Cullen, that was good enough to keep everyone from talking to you or another member of his family, they also knew that you were his, that you belonged to him.

You are getting possessive, calm down” he thought to himself, he wanted to push that possessiveness that was taking over his body and mind, but it was getting harder, he didn’t want the Major to come out, he was improving so much that he didn’t want to have a relapse and ruined everything.

“Who is that guy talking to (Y/N)?” Emmett’s voice made him snap out of his thoughts but his eyes were glued to you.

“I don’t know, either I care” he spat “I just want him away from her”

Emmett could feel the anger in his brother’s voice so he just returned to what he was doing.

He was starting to feel less jealous when he noticed your discomfort and how hard you were trying to get away from him, but fury replaced his jealousy in a second, especially when he saw the guy trying to touch you; that’s when he decided that he had enough.

He stood up from the chair he was on harshly, and walked over where you were, once he reached you he placed an arm around your waist and brought you closer to his body, he could see how the guy’s eyes went wide once he saw him and he began to stutter.

“We have to go, now” Jasper’s voice sounded way harsher than he intended to, but it seemed to work because the guy mumbled a quick ‘goodbye’ and stormed off.

 (Y/N)’s POV

After the little encounter that I had with a guy that just wanted to talk to me and Jasper acting all possessive over me I just continued with my school day, of course, he was at my side all day.

Once we got to the house I went to mine and Jasper’s room, he trailing behind me but stopped once we got there, seeing that my face wasn’t the nicest one.

“You need to back off, Jasper” I started “that poor guy just wanted to talk to me, now I’m pretty sure you scared him for life”

He grinned and I started to get angrier.

“Then it worked, he shouldn’t be talking to you, much less touch you” he tilted his head and smiled at me, my anger was starting to fade away and I knew that it was because of him.

“Stop doing that!” I covered my face with my hands and sighed “Let me be angry to you, goddammit!”

In a second I felt a pair of hands on my waist, he brought me closer to his body and I put my hands on his shoulder, I looked at him, he was staring at me and I could see the love in his eyes.

“I just don’t want anyone taking you away from me” he whispered and leaned closer to connect our foreheads together.

I sighed “No one is going to take me from you, Jas” I closed my eyes, starting to feel more relaxed, of course, he was doing that. “I already told you, I’m by your side forever, literally”  

He chuckled and I felt his lips brushing against mine, making me smile.

“Good then, ‘cause I need you by my side” He quickly connected our lips together in a loving kiss.

anonymous asked:

omg i loved the gladio and reader, "That guy at the bar keeps staring at you"!!! gladio asking out the reader is so cute!! may i get one with a protective gladio, too? thank you!

Because you asked me again, and so nicely, I wrote you a longer one… It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that I’m very weak for big protective sweet teddy bear men being sweet. Honest.

Gladio downed his whisky with a growl.

You frowned, laying your hand on his forearm, massaging the strong muscle tenderly. “Hey, what’s wrong?” you said, raising your voice a little over the live band at one end. “You want to come and dance?”

Gladio’s scowl deepened. “That guy at the bar keeps staring at you,” he rumbled.

You laughed. You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help it. “Oh Gladio,” you giggled, rising up and kissing him on the cheek, tugging his hand. “Come on, you know I’ve only got eyes for you.”

“I know that,” he snarled. “But he doesn’t.”

“Forget him. Come dance.”

You pulled him to the tiny dance space and lost yourselves in each other’s bodies for what felt like hours.

Much later, Gladio had to go use the bathroom. He’d not left you alone for more than a minute when ‘that guy’ was in your face. “Sweetheart, dance with me,” he leered.

“No, thanks.”

He smelled of alcohol and sweat, and neither in a good way.

In what seemed like seconds, Gladio had stepped between you and was looming over him, lip curled. “Back off, she said no.”

The man looked like he was considering taking Gladio on, but he took in the scar down his face, the winged tattoos over his shoulders and down his biceps, and the fire in his eyes, and thought better of it. “You keep your fucking slut anyway,” he slurred as he turned, as though trying to save face with a backhand comment.

Gladio snapped in a way you’d never expected of him, grabbing the man by the collar and backing him into a wall. “You watch your tongue or I’ll rip it out and feed it to you,” he spat.

You darted for your boyfriend and grabbed his arm again. “Gladio, let him go.” You smelled something and stared down at the man’s crotch for a moment and then laughed. “Gladio, he’s pissed himself. Leave him be.”

With a final shove, Gladio stepped back, seeming to shrink a little as his anger left him. He wrapped himself around you, holding you close to his chest, ignoring the looks from the other patrons. “You ok?” he whispered in your ear.

“I’m fine, you big brute,” you laughed. “Come on, let’s go.”

Holding your hand, he walked you out of the bar and into the cool night. He didn’t let go of your hand all the way back to your apartment, and when you were at the door, it was all he could do to let you go long enough to unlock the door.

Turning before you opened it, you reached up for his huge shoulders. “I love you,” you whispered. “I love you, Gladio.”

Kissing you wherever he could, on the side of your head, on your forehead, on your lips, on your knuckles, he murmured, “I love you too. So much.”

This is clearly not 150 words, but as a thank you for reaching 150 followers, I’m now writing 150 word drabbles. Send me a person or a pairing plus a word or a sentence, and I’ll write you a 150 word drabble in return! (note, I’m moving house right now, so I may not be able to respond as quickly as I’d like. I’m sorry!)

Yoongi Scenario: I’ll Give You The Sun.

Request: I wanted to request a “proposal”, where Yoongi asks y/n to marry him. Thank you girls + I’ll put both my requests in one ask! My first request is a late night trip with yoongi (like he calls you in the middle of the night for a car trip and takes reader to the sea [and there he propose to her])

Genre: Romance.

You woke up a bit startled, not expecting Yoongi’s lips just above your right ear making you tingle and confused at the same time.

-What is it babe?-

He kissed your ear making you have goosebumps. -Wake up-

You opened your eyes completely and sat. -But what is it? Yoongi it’s like… the middle of the night- you said not even knowing what time it was.

-Come on, get up and get dressed- he smiled when he turned on the lights and then you noticed he was fully dressed, jeans, a black t-shirt that exposed his collarbones if he leaned forward and a denim jacket. 

You were on a little vacation retreat in Jeju Island, it was your second day on the island and you had big plans for the rest of week, several activities typical of Jeju and of course lots of sleep, both of you needed that. So it took you by surprise that Yoongi was so eager to go out in the middle of the night. But then it made you remember that you used to do it a lot when you started dating, late night trips around the city. A smile came to your face and you got up from the bed, your boyfriend was such a low-key romantic. 

-Give me a second then-

You wondered what you should wear for this night late night extravaganza Yoongi had in mind. You giggle at the thought, he’d frown and grumble if you told him that. You went for a a little summer dress, you were in an island after all, so you had brought mostly shorts and dresses, but you wanted to be comfortable so you threw on the pretty black dress with purple and pink flowers print, the sleeves were long but they got wider from your elbow to your wrist making the simple dress have a trendy cut, you saw the rather low v-neck and decided that you had to also throw on a jacket just in case the night was chilly.

-Where are we going Yoongi?- you asked when you walked out of the bathroom. You had rushed on the light makeup and your hair since part of the emotion of the late night trips was the rush and the unexpected, but you still wanted to look nice.

-It’s a surprise- he said not giving anything away.

You pouted. -I just want to know if I’m good-

Yoongi came closer to you, and this time his smile didn’t fit on his face, it was contagious as you found yourself smiling back. -What?-

-You are beautiful Y/N- he leaned down and pecked your lips. -Let’s go-

You went together hand by hand, the hotel was well illuminated this late, but it was lone aside from some occasional personnel you encountered as you walked your way out of the building, it was a chilly night as you had suspected, you walked through the gardens and the pools the hotel had just before you found the exit to the beach. 

-Yoongi, what is this? where are we going?-

He smiled more and squeezed your hand as you started to walk in the sand, it slipped through your sandals and it was all over his shoes.

-You’ll see Y/N, just follow me-

You laughed. -I’m following you babe, but this…-

-Are you nervous?- he teased and you pushed his shoulder making him laugh louder.

-Wait a moment- you said leaning down to take off your sandals. - Yoongi!- you nagged when he snapped a picture of you as you were taking them off. He laughed and you shook your head knowing it couldn’t be helped -You too babe- you said as he complied and took off his shoes. -It’s so weird you came here with those and not your beloved sandals-

-I forgot, I wasn’t thinking about my footwear for tonight-

You sharpened your gaze with a coy smile. -And what were you thinking then?-

Yoongi smiled like a fool and squeezed your hand again, was he nervous? -Come Y/N-

The sand was cold and it was very smooth to the touch, so it was like a having a little massage as you walked through the scattered umbrellas that were closed for the night and the dozens lounge chairs in which you had come earlier to doze off. The hotel was beautiful at day time, but at this hour it had another feeling, more so with your heart pumping fast at the expectation of what Yoongi had in mind.

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Chapped Lips || Peter Parker

so I went to check on my Tumblr mobile app and I am so humbled to see that I have reached 300 followers!


This means so much to me, thank you so much for enjoying these stories that I write and post on here 。゚(TヮT)゚。 in celebration I’m going to post this story, as a thank you for all of my new followers ♡ ♡ ♡ 

please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are okay!


Your friends all knew about your debilitating crush on your lab partner. Ever since you first laid eyes on Peter Parker, it was difficult for you to shut up about him.

When you were in the privacy of your home, you would call and text your best friend, telling her how cute Peter was and how you died a little bit each time you spoke to him. 

[Name], just grow a pair and ask him out already! He seems like a nice guy, and you talking about him constantly is driving me insane! Do something about your crush on him already! 

Recalling your friend’s words made you tremble with anxiety each time. You, being the incredibly shy girl that you were, could not just grow a pair and simply ask Peter Parker out. The boy was certainly out of your league; and not only that- you were 99% sure that he had his sights set on Liz Allan. So as far as you were concerned, asking him out was absolutely out of the question. 

In hopes of lessening your yearning for Peter, you made sure to sit next to him during Chem any chance you got while paying attention to him. You didn’t think you would ever get to see him outside of the classroom- 

Until now. 

During Chem, your teacher began handing out several thick packets for the class, his monotone voice talking about how you each had to work with your partner to complete this project. Almost like a conditioned response, you look at Peter to see that he was smiling at you. “Looks like we’ve gotta put both of our great minds to work. This counts as 20% of our grade.”

“Y-Yeah, no kidding.” You respond with a bit of a stutter in your voice. 

For the next several seconds, you and Peter remained silent whilst staring at each other, hearing your classmate chatter from all around you as they made plans to meet and start on the project. 

You wanted to ask if Peter wanted to come to your place and start the project (since your apartment was closer to Midtown High, being only a few blocks away) but you felt all the words die within your throat. Seeing Peter staring at you so intently made your palms sweat, and you almost pulled your hair out in frustration at how you couldn’t speak.

Miraculously, Peter does the talking for you and slowly begins, “So…I’ll be a little busy tonight. Would it be okay if I came over to your place after school? I m-mean, that’s only if you’re okay with it! W-We can always go to m-my place, i-if you wanted, b-but I just assumed since you l-lived closer-”

You let out a soft giggle and give him a nod, “Y-Yes, that’s fine Peter. Let’s do that.” 


After blowing up your bestie’s phone with a plethora of texts stating how Peter Parker was going to your apartment for your project, you were practically on cloud 9. 

You didn’t care that Peter was only with you to do a project, you were just so ecstatic to spend a little more time with him. 

The walk to your apartment wasn’t too awkward, although you and Peter were silent through the entire trek to your place. It was strange, but you didn’t mind the silence at all, and you could only hope that Peter felt the same way when he kept on smiling at you. 

Reaching your apartment in just about 10 minutes, you usher him into the living room, grateful that your place was empty because your parents were still out working. 

You didn’t think you could deal with any of their embarrassing comments at you having a boy over, even if it was legitimately because of homework. 

“Would you like anything to drink? I’ve got all of the soda that you can imagine, all you have to do is pick your poison.”

You were proud at how even your voice came out and even smiled when Peter told you his preferred soda. You end up grabbing two cans before shakily making your way toward where Peter sat on the couch. 

Once you were seated, Peter begins writing out ideas in his notebook, and you nod and consider each of them while trying to ignore how close the boy was to you. It was strange, but you swore that you were sitting a relatively safe distance away from Peter when you sat down. Now, you couldn’t ignore the fact that Peter’s shoulder was felt rubbing against the left side of your arm, quickly alerting you to just how close he truly was.  

When you look to the side, you slowly began to lose focus as you admired Peter’s profile. God, the boy was just so handsome, and he was making your heart ache so much. Being so close to him was making you nervous, and while you stared at him, you began to unconsciously pick at your bottom lip. 

Never known to have the softest lips in the world, you had a bad habit of picking at your chapped lips whenever you were anxious. It was an involuntary action that you honestly couldn’t help-

So when Peter had turned to look at you and he saw how there was a bead of red blood coming from your lips, you were absolutely mortified

“Oh my God, [Name], are you okay?! Your bottom lip is bleeding!” 

“H-Huh?” You dumbly reply, touching at the bottom of your lip, acting as though you didn’t know how that happened. When you trailed your tongue across your lips, you winced upon tasting the coppery taste of blood in your mouth. “Shit, I-I’m sorry. This is n-normal, I swear! I…whenever I get nervous I just pick at them and- fuck, I gotta try and stop the bleeding!”

You wanted to die. Now Peter would think of you as nothing else but his weird partner who constantly picked at her lips until it bled.

Trying to hide your face, you attempt to stand and run to the bathroom when you felt a strong hand stop you. You look down to see that Peter was pulling you back down with a surprising strength that shocked you. 

When you were seated back on the couch, you were about to question what he was doing, only to be interrupted with his lips over yours. 

You were practically trembling with confusion now, feeling Peter’s mouth gently suck away the blood that had collected on your bottom lip. Despite how mortified and weird you felt about the whole situation, you couldn’t deny that Peter’s lips on yours still felt really good to you. 

After a few seconds, Peter pulls away from you, blushing profusely as he hid his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I j-just, I wanted to stop the bleeding.” 

You gulp and nod, gently touching at your bottom lip. When you licked your lips again, the traces of your blood was gone, and all you could taste was Peter. Knowing that you were blushing, you hid your face within the palm of your hand and asked, “Peter, why did you do that? I could have- I could have cleaned it up by myself, yet you-” you couldn’t even continue because your heart was practically choking you with its rapid palpitations. 

Your crush had just kissed the blood away from your chapped lips. 

And you were falling even harder for this strangely kind boy.

You hear Peter let out a deep breath before softly admitting, “Well, it’s just that…I really like you, [Name]. I have for a while now, and when we got paired up as partners for Chem, I was actually really happy that I had a reason to interact with you.”

You finally looked at Peter, noticing how he refused to meet your gaze as the tip of his ears turned red, evidence of his growing embarrassment.

Feeling a bit more confident now, you inch yourself closer to him, “Hey, my lips aren’t bleeding anymore, but…even if they aren’t bleeding, will you still kiss me?” 

The way Peter immediately gravitated toward you was all the answer you needed for that question.   

Originally posted by spiderthing

anonymous asked:

Are you going to answer more Bendy related questions now since it's summer now? I don't want to rush you, I just wanted to know.

(Ah probably closer to chapter 3 but dont worry we’ll be here!) - mod fetus

Good Idea | Jongup (m)

Originally posted by ab1004

Genre: Smut
Warnings: oral, face-sitting, tiny bit of sub!Jongup if u squint.
Length: 1.4k

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“Will you…sit on my face?”

Jongup’s cheeks were pink as he watched you process his question. You blinked, staring at the meek man before you. Your boyfriend, Moon Jongup, had just outwardly asked you to sit…on his face.

“What?” You dumbly asked.

Jongup flinched slightly, “Ah, you don’t have to. Forget I asked anything, _____. We can just cuddle it doesn’t matter.” He got up to hide away in your bedroom, but before he could take a step you grabbed the hem of his shirt.

“Wait,” You chuckled softly at his flustered expression. “Why are you asking me this so suddenly, Guppie?”

You could hear him nervously clear his throat before he spoke in a shaky voice. “I just…I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Himchan-hyung mentioned how he let his ex-girlfriend sit on his face and he kept saying how hot it was. I just wanted to, you know, try it. But, it’s okay if you don’t I completely understand- “

“I’ll do it.” You said, taking his hand in yours. “Let’s go.”

“W-Wait, right now? Right this minute?” He sputtered.

“Well, yeah. Why not?”

Jongup exhaled, a show of him releasing whatever anxiety had built up from asking you. A shy smile appeared on his face as he stood, squeezing your hand in his. You both slowly made your way to the bedroom.

You were already growing wet at the thought of having his mouth on you again. It seems like it’s been ages since he ate you out. And having him underneath you, being in control of him. That was going to be a sight.

You reached the bedroom, the both you pausing to taking in the freshly cleaned room. You had just done laundry and put new sheets on and everything. It was a shame they were going to get dirty already, but it was most definitely worth it. The sweet scent of the vanilla candle wafted through the air, setting a soft feeling atmosphere.

As soon as you were in the room, he was on you. His lips attacked yours, using his hands to cup your face. You inhaled his scent, lemon, from the lemon-scented body wash he bought from japan. His hands worked to slide your shirt off, tossing it off to the side. He immediately shoved your shorts and panties down in one swoop.

You pulled your lips away from him and giggled, “What, no foreplay?”

He shook his head, shoving you onto the bed as he tugged his own t-shirt off.

“You have no clue how hard I am. I just really want this, ______. Please.”

You smiled softly, tugging him closer to you by his belt loops. You snapped the button out and pulled the zipper down, taking great pleasure in the frustrated expression on his face. With a growl, he smacked your hand away and tugged his jeans down.

“What…no underwear?” You asked, raising a brow. His cock, already hard and flushed, slapped against his stomach.

“Shush.” He whispered, pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

He crawled onto the bed, lying flat on his back. He gestured you to come over and you slowly crawled. Before you threw your leg over his head you paused.

“Are you sure you want me to sit on your face?” You mumbled.

“Yes! Please, _____.”

“What if I suffocate you!” You cried.

“Believe me, it’ll be an amazing way to die.” When he saw you pout he chuckled. “Look, I’m stronger than you, I can easily push you off me if I can’t breathe. Okay?”

You bit your lip before nodding. He gently gripped your waist as you tossed your leg over him. He yanked you down so he didn’t have to crane his head to get a taste of you.

The first hot swipe of his tongue made you shiver. The second drew a soft moan from you. Jongup stared up at you, watching your godly form above him. His eyes never left your face, wanting to watch the progession of pleasure was over you. His tongue gently teased your entrance, pushing lightly. He moaned lowly at the rush of your juices that touched his tongue.

“I knew this was a good idea.” Jongup whispered, using his thumbs to gently pry your lips apart.

You whined as Jongup’s lips wrapped around your exposed clit. His tongue swirled around the captured bud, making sure to apply light suction with his lips. He knew just what you liked. His mouth made lewd, wet noises as he worked you.

Your hands desperately clung to the headboard as your thighs trembled with the strain to keep you held up. Jongup’s hands roughly gripped your hips, his blunt nails offering a tiny prick of pain as they dug into you.

Jongup’s eyes were piercing into you as he stared up, watching every little facial expression you made. He enjoyed the way you slammed your eyes shut when he gave a very calculated suck to your clit, or the way you whined in embarrassment when you heard him slurping your juices into his mouth.

His cock was unbelievably hard against his stomach. He was already desperate for his orgasm and he hasn’t even been touched yet. His cock throbbed painfully, the tip already turning a purple-red color.

“Does this turn you on, Guppie? Me riding your face?” You hissed, reaching one hand down to lace into his white hair, tugging the locks lightly to draw a moan from the man below you. You rocked your hips roughly against his face, riding his mouth as you got closer to your orgasm.

Jongup offered you a muffled “mhmm” in response. His hips began rocking into the air on their own accord, desperate for some type of stimulation on his neglected cock. With a glance back, you could see his abs clench with every roll of his hips. All it did was force you to imagine him rolling his hips ass he drilled his cock into your entrance. You felt yourself clench on nothing at the image. His tongue continued to swirl around your pink nub, quickening the pace to get you closer to orgasm.

Suddenly, whimpers erupted from below you. You glanced down to see his brows furrowed and his eyes scrunched closed. He abandoned holding your waist to wrap one hand around his cock. You watched as he urgently fisted himself. Almost immediately, he detached his mouth from your heat to let out a beautiful whine. Cum painted his stomach and his body twitched as his orgasm washed over him. He gave a few more pumps of his cock before his body slumped down.

“Did you really cum from this?” You hissed. “That’s so hot.”

Jongup growled, doubling his efforts. He hungrily attacked your clit, drawing loud moans and cries from you. Your body began to tremble, he knew you were close. Seeing him cum just from eating you out threw you close to the edge. Now, with his tongue earnestly working your sensitive bud, you were dangling precariously on that cliff.

When you glanced down, your eyes met his heated gaze. He was watching your every move; every tremble, twitch, whine, whimper and lick of your lips. His eyes were begging to see you cum. This is what he had been wanting this whole time, for you to use his mouth for your pleasure. To ride his face until you came. He wanted to watch you cum on top of him.

He couldn’t help but moan when you fell over that edge. You lost your balance, clinging to the headboard until your knuckles turned white. Your hips worked over his mouth; he kept his tongue still, letting you take what you needed to ride it out. Your chest heaved and broken moans escaped your lips as your high flushed through you.

You slowly slumped down, falling off Jongup’s face. He had a goofy smile on his face as he watched you collect yourself. He watched as you sat up and leaned over his stomach. His breath hitched when you ever so slowly licked up the cum left from his orgasm, your eyes boring into his the whole time. He couldn’t help the low moan he released at the sight.

“I’ll get hard again if you keep that up.” He whispered.

You collapsed onto his chest with a giggle. He wrapped his arms around your body, leaning his head down to press his lips gently against yours.

“Thank you for doing this for me.” He whispered, kissing your nose.

“I really enjoyed it myself. We have to do it again.”

He laughed, dropping his head onto the pillow, “Oh, without a doubt.”

this kind of made me want to do like a full on sub!jongup fic. hmm.

anonymous asked:

'I really need you'

He is no stranger to the leaving, he has heard all the conventional goodbyes, he is distant and reserved from the ones that have walked out when the going got too tough.  
He was never the type to verbally express the way he feels, or what is rattling around that the brain of his. He tends to keep to himself, making it remarkably challenging to know when something is wrong or when he is just genuinely being withdrawn and reserved while jotting down lyrics in his journal.

You do your best to check up on him whilst he is away on tour, continuously managing to catch him when he is alone in his hotel room where he is free to talk, doing your best to listen to every single story he tells you, no matter how uninteresting they may seem. You listen over the phone to all the ups and downs he endures- the things he conceals from the prying media and fans that are ecstatic to have him touring for his new album. Nobody but you and his family gets to see the opposite side of him that the fans witness. He isn’t always satisfied and grinning, there are times he is down, confused, and craving the tender touch of your hand on his back, the loving and heartwarming hug of his mother, and the witty comments of his family.

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NCT U reaction to seeing their S/O sleep next to them


It was your first night together and he woke up before you did. Your sleeping face was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes, and immediately started smiling. He thought you were so damn cute while sleeping he couldn’t look away, he didn’t want to look away. He would give you a peck on your nose which woke you up. ‘’I’m sorry I didn’t want to wake you up’’ You just came closer to him wrapped your arms around him and continued sleeping on his chest.


He’d adore you so much. He would stare at you and just keep thinking how beautiful you are and how he even deserved you. He would carefully stroke your cheek, he didn’t want to wake you up so that’s why he was being really gentle (he always was tho). When you woke up he would smile at you ‘’good morning angel are you hungry? i’ll make you something’’


You were so adorable to him when you were sleeping, he also kept laughing at those little noises you made. Gently kissing your forehead because he couldn’t resist (imagine your the mic lol). Even though you were asleep he would still show you affection by holding you close to him.


Usually you were the first to be awake, but every time it happened that he woke up before you he’d be so quite and careful because he didn’t want to wake you up. Everytime you rolled over to hold him (it is your sleeping habit so he was used to it + he finds it absolutely adorable) he would wrap his arms around you just to pull you closer to him.


Jaehyun and you had a deep talk at night since both of you couldn’t sleep. After a while you suddenly fell asleep, when jaehyun noticed he stopped talking and started smiling he wasn’t even mad you just fell asleep during his story, he understood since it was really late already. just like Taeyong he couldn’t stop staring at you, you were too damn beautiful for him. After a while of staring at you he would also fall asleep. The next morning you woke up in his arms which made both if you blush a little.


You decided to watch a movie at home as a date night, but in the middle of the movie you suddenly fell asleep. At first Mark didn’t notice because he was so into that movie but your breathing and soft sleeping noises made him look at you. He thought you were too damn adorable to just wake you up so he decided to turn off the TV and sleep on the couch next to you. He would hold you close and give you small pecks on your head. Also he made sure you were comfortable the whole night.

Good Girl

Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers

Tony x Daughter!Reader

Author: Katy

Word Count: 819

Warnings: some kissing, some unwanted kissing, tried not to make anything too graphic :/

Request: Can I request a dad tony one where his daughter is a total sweetheart so people try to take advantage of her but when a guy from school goes too far and lays a hand on her the wrong way she totally kicks his ass? She may be a sweetheart but she was trained by Natasha

A/N: Aw man, it’s been so long since I’ve written. I’m so sorry for not posting, life has finally almost completely calmed down and I finally found the motivation to write (woohoo!) I know I’m not that great of a writer, but I hope y’all like! 

Y/N had always had that ‘good girl’ vibe. She wore pastel colors and flowy sun dresses. Everyone at school could count on her to be a friend. Her record was clean, and unlike her father, most people seemed to like her. Just given a glance you’d never tell she was a Stark. She was the kind of girl that could do no wrong.

It had been a fairly uneventful day, you were just about to walk into 5th period when someone stopped you.

“Hey, Y/N, we need to talk,” Jace spoke softly.

“Uh, okay. What about?” you were curious what the football captain had on his mind.

“I can’t tell you right here, meet me behind the school after 7th hour?” he had a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Sounds good,” you swept past him to your next class with a wink. You spent the next few classes wondering what Jace needed to talk about. Did he want to break up? No, no he wouldn’t have looked so… excited? Whatever it was it couldn’t be too bad, right?

The dismissal bell couldn’t come soon enough. The clock on the wall ticked slowly. Finally the minute hand struck its target and the familiar ring excused the class. You hurriedly packed up and shuffled out of class. Hundreds of other students walked past you, many saying a quick farewell to you as they left. You plastered a smile on your face, hoping it would make you feel less nervous. You had always been a fairly outgoing person, but sometimes talking to people got you a little nervous. Especially if that person was your mega-popular boyfriend, Jace Winters, the star player of the football team. You eventually reached the back entrance of the school, where only a few kids left from. You glanced around, hoping to see Jace, but it took you a second to realize he must be around the next corner. You breathed out a sigh of relief.

“There you are, I thought you had decided you had somewhere better to be,” Jace chuckled softly.

“Nope, just couldn’t get through the hallways fast enough,” you smiled, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Oh, well I didn’t have anything I just wanted to get some alone time with you,” he stepped closer to you and held onto your arms carefully.

“I see how it is,” you looked into his bright eyes and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss slowly turned a little wilder. Soon Jace had you pinned softly against the wall and had his hands all over you. You felt a little uncomfortable and tried pulling away.

You attempted to say something, but he pulled you in for another kiss. You definitely did not like this, you needed to get home. A soft shove should have gotten him to stop, maybe he just didn’t notice. Again, you stepped backwards.

“Sorry, Jace, but I should get back home,” you said hoping not to offend him.

“It’s okay, Y/N, it hasn’t even been that long,” he grasped your wrist and yanked you towards him.

“No, Jace, I’m serious.”

“Come on, Y/N don’t be so worried it’s fine,” he tightened his grip on your wrist. That was it, no more warnings. Natasha had taught you some fighting tips, she hoped you could use a few in a bad situation. Looks like now was that time. You yanked your wrist, along with his, up a bit so you had a little more control. You used your other hand you grip his. Rotating your body backwards you snapped his arm downwards. He stumbled and fell to the ground, easily letting you pull your hand away. He groaned from the pain of being thrown to the ground. Usually you practiced that move on a mat, it probably hurt a little worse on concrete, oops.

“We’re over Jace,” you walked away confidently.

Natasha sat in the kitchen of Avengers tower, sipping from a mug, when Y/N arrived home.

“Hey, missy, you’re home a little late,” Nat smirked, hoping to get some juicy details of why. But when she looked up you looked distraught. “Something bothering you?”

“Nat, uh, well… you know Jace?”

“That hottie you’re dating?”

“Not anymore,” you looked down.

“What happened?” Natasha sighed, expecting a horrible story of how he, or maybe you, got dumped.

“Well… he asked me to meet him behind the school and when i got there, we started kissing. It got a little… rough, I guess. I asked him to stop and he didn’t, so I kinda…”

“Taught him a lesson?” Natasha lifted one eyebrow.

“Yeah,” the corners of Nat’s lips lifted and she burst out laughing.

“I’m proud of you.”

“Really?” you really hoped she wasn’t mad.

“Of course, sweetie. You gotta show those boys that they can’t get away with anything. Sometimes a good girl gotta have a little bad in her.”


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Poe Dameron x Reader

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

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chanilovehours  asked:

um idk how to do this but u mentioned violas in that yoongi classical!au n no one ever pays attention to us so thank u sm idk man i just appreciate it um do u have a prince bambam au or could u do one for me? i love ur blog a lot ( im talking too much sorry have a gr9 day)

no problem!! and thank you!! here’s a prince!bambam for you~

  • is a public prince,,,,a prince,,,,,,for the people,,,,definitely has no fear when it comes to going out in public and you know,,,,just Being,,,,,,
  • because let’s not lie to ourselves looking at prince bambam is like looking at art,,,,,he’s just so,,,,,,,,,,beautiful
  • comes out in an outfit that gets talked about for weeks on end until literally every socialite in his country owns the same outfit because yes our prince Did That he Wore That so i need to wear it too,,,
  • donates all his money to the arts: theater, museums, concert halls, etc. but,,,,,when he donates he makes it a rule that those places must let students in for free because to him there’s nothing more important than kids getting to explore their creative talents!!!
  • and even though he tries to play it cool and stylish,,,in his expensive suits,,,,,dark eye makeup,,,,,and literal catwalk on the streets like,,,,,,he’s a big soft guy on the inside
  • literally grabbed the mic at a royal press conference to drag prince jb who was visiting from another country and ,,,,, true he literally put his life on the line because if this wasn’t being filmed jb would have hoped the table and came @ him 
  • but it was such a funny drag that the entire country was in uproar about it the next day and ,,,,,, like for every good picture of bambam in the newspapers and whatnot,,,,,,,his public instagram is full of his own customized memes
  • his mother, the queen is like please bambam think of your image and his royal siblings are like baMBAM but he’s like “it makes my people laugh, and whatever brings them joy brings me joy”
  • and you happen to be an art history major with an internship at the biggest museum in the country and,,,,,,,you really just get to spend the day cataloging pieces
  • but on the day the prince is to come and get a private tour,,,,instead of having it lead by the head of the museum bambam asks that a student take him around
  • and that student is YOU GUESSED IT IT’S Y O U 
  • and when they tell you you almost faint on the spot but coworker taemin catches you and you’re like asdfkjsfk a tour,,,,for the p R IN CE 
  • and you can’t believe it but an hour later it’s just you and prince bambam in this big hall full of full scale portraits from the middle evil century and you’re like sweating palms, sweating forehead, voice stammering
  • and when you finally dare to look up at the prince,,,,,,literally you think you’ve seen an angel
  • because he looks EXTRA handsome,,,,the collared shirt slightly unbuttoned, long legs, full lips, contact lenses that make his eyes a shimmering green and you’re just: it’s too much
  • you think you might overheat and you keep dabbing at your face with your sleeve until bambam is like 
  • “look at me again” and you flick your eyes up to see him standing in front of a large painting of a king leaning against a pillar and you’re like?? and bambam suddenly pretends to lean and he’s like “don’t we look alike?”
  • and you’re like,,,,speechless,,,,,because,,,,,,,is the prince trying to joke around nOW of all times
  • and you’re like ummmmmm,,,,,y,,,yes??? you’re both royality-
  • but bambam makes a pouting face and he’s like nO! i mean isn’t it funny?
  • and he goes to the next painting and imitates it, this time a goddess on the verge of fainting near a fountain
  • and you can’t hold back a giggle because his expression on his face matches her’s perfectly but the minute it comes out you put your hand over your mouth
  • and you’re like im sorry!!! i didn’t mean to laugh-
  • but bambam walks over to carefully remove your hand from your mouth and he leans in closer to be at eye level and he’s like “no, i wanted to see you smile. you looked really nervous and plus, i was right.”
  • and he leans back up to walk down the hall and you’re like ?????????? wait what ???? what were you right about-
  • and bambam with his hands behind his back stops walking and turns to look at you with a grin and he’s like 
  • “that your even more charming when you smile~ i think you’re making me fall for you~”
  • and your jaw almost hits the floor as bambam continues down the hall and you’re like trying to gather your thoughts???? because ????? your prince just flirted with you????? openly??????
  • and you must have phased out because you hear bambam’s voice and he’s like “aren’t you going to come over here and tell me about this painting, love?” and you’re like L O V E??????!?!!??!?! but also you’re rushing over to say something
  • but bambam is like “you don’t have to actually say anything, i just wanted you to be closer to me~” and you’re like aGAIN PLEASE PRINCE YOU’rE GOING TO GIVE Me a HEA R T A TT A CK