A/N: i didn’t proof read it, I’m sorry. And sorry if you’re allergic to roses
Y/N sat with Liz in the lunchroom , hearing their friends talking about Spider-Man once again. “He brings hope to the city. It’s like, we know that someone is looking out for us.” One of them said. Y/N thought about all the things the man has done for the city. I wonder if his life is good, if he’s happy in his real life, Y/N thought.
The topic was quickly changed when an announcement for Homecoming was made over the blaring intercom. “Students, don’t forget to buy your tickets for Homecoming next Friday.” The voice boomed, making all of the students start talking about the event.
Liz turned to Y/N, “So,” she said taking a bite from her food, “who are you going to the dance with?” All of their friends tuned in to what the two girls were saying.
Y/N shrugged her shoulders. She wanted to go with Peter Parker, the smartest kid at Midtown High, if she went in the first place. Homecoming is going to be crowded and loud, with a bunch of annoying kids. Y/N didn’t want that. “I don’t think I’m going, actually. I’m probably gonna spend my night watching TV or something.” Y/N said, shaking her head like it was nothing.
“But Y/N,” one of her friends said enthusiastically, “You have to go! Peter is probably going, you should too!” She nodded her head behind Y/N. Y/N looked behind her to see Peter and Ned eating their lunch a few tables away. But he’s going to be dancing and hanging out with a girl that isn’t me, she thought.
Y/N smiled, “As much as I would love to go with him, it’s not gonna happen. He’s probably taking a super pretty girl with him and he’ll have a blast. Just,” she trailed off, starting to get quieter,“just not with me.” Y/N sighed, slumping her shoulders. Liz looked over at her giving her a sympathetic smile. “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. It would be nice if you went though.”
Y/N returned the smile, “Thanks for understanding Liz.” Liz nodded her head, “Anytime.” She gave her attention back to her friends to hear the rest of their thoughts.
Peter Parker sat a few tables away, having the same conversation that Y/N was having. “Are you going to ask her to Homecoming?” Ned asked Peter looked at his friend as if he was crazy. “W-What? No. Never. I can barely form a sentence around her, let alone ask her out.” Peter said as he gazed down at his lap. He looked back up to her, admiring her from behind. Y/N turned around and Peter quickly looked away and muttered “Oh God.”
Ned looked confused at the teenager. Peter’s face was beet red, “I think she saw me. Oh God,oh God, she saw me staring at her man.”
Ned looked over at the girl who was now facing her friends talking. “I don’t think she did. Just breathe, she probably didn’t see. I mean you turned your head so fast that you might have whiplash.” He chuckled. Peter sighed, “Maybe you’re right.”
“Right about what?” Michelle asked as she reached the table with the two boys.
“Well, I asked Peter if he was asking Y/N to the dance and he started staring at her. She turned around and might’ve caught him.” Ned explained to the Michelle as she sat down. Peter hit Ned’s shoulder with the back of his hand, “Dude. Seriously?”
“What?” Ned asked, completely clueless at Peter’s new beacon of embarrassment. Before their bickering cold continue, Michelle started talking. “Actually, while I was walking over here, I heard that she wasn’t going. And I might’ve heard,” she stated trying to be dramatic, “that she was super bummed out that you were probably going with a different girl that isn’t her.”
Peter sat shocked. “You’re lying.” He said. There is no way that the girl he has had a crush on for years, is into him. Him of all people.
“I wouldn’t lie about true love, Parker.” Michelle replied, kind of mockingly.
“How are you going to ask her?” Ned asked. Peter was messing with the cuffs of her sleeves. “I-I don’t think I will.”
Ned looked shocked. “You have to. You finally have a chance to be with her.” Peter looked around, “I’m too scared. Besides, she said she didn’t want to go and I respect that.”
“Your loss,” Michelle said opening one of her books.
It was the Friday night of Homecoming and Y/N sat on her couch surrounded by her fluffy blankets, with a show paused on the TV screen and a water bottle in hand. She was on her phone talking to Liz, giving some advice for her outfit. “Should I wear the silver earrings I got for my birthday?” Liz asked. “Yeah, they match your dress very well.” Y/N replied, taking a sip of her drink.
“Y/N are you sure you don’t want to go? I might have an extra dress.” Liz asked, she didn’t want her friend to be alone while everyone else was having a blast.
“Yeah I’m sure. I’m fine with my TV shows and blankets. Go have fun!” Y/N stated, assuring the girl that everything would be fine. “You sure?” Liz asked, wanting to make sure her friend was okay.
“100%.” Y/N replied with a smile on her fave that she knew Liz couldn’t see. “Alright, I have to go. My date is here. If you need anything call me.” Liz said, while Y/N heard shuffling in the background. “See you later Ms. Allen.” Y/N said chuckling to herself. “You too.”
Y/N sat on the cuddled into her blankets as she clicked play on her TV remote. As soon as the show started, there was knock on the front door. Y/N was confused, was it Liz? She got up to answer the door.
Y/N opened the door, do just her body was seen. She was greeted with the smiling yet nervous face of Peter Parker, holding a bouquet of red roses with a backpack on his back and a couple grocery bags filled with chips, candy and other snacks. Y/N stood in front of him, lips parted slightly.
“P-Peter. What are you doing here?” She asked with wide eyes. Peter glanced down at his old shoes. “I heard that you were, uh,” he looked back up at her, “I heard you were spending the night in on-on Homecoming so, I wanted to join you. If that’s okay.” He stammered biting his bottom lip.
Y/N smiled widely, opening the door all the way. “Come on in.” If it was anyone else at the door, she would’ve probably made up an excuse. But it wasn’t anyone else, it was her crush. Peter smiled back. He walked through the door, waiting for her to indicate where he could go.
Y/N shut the door and moved to face him. Peter looked at the flowers in his hand, “These are f-for you.” He handed you the flowers.
The girl smiled, “Thanks Pete.” She called me Pete, was all he could think about as Y/N went to put the flowers in a vase. She quickly came back after putting the vase in a good spot.
“You can sit down Peter.” Y/N said as he followed her to the couch.
“Seems like you were having a real party, huh?” Peter said sarcastically with a small smile on his lips, seeing the TV and her blankets. “What gave it away?” Y/N replied back with the same amount of sarcasm.
“I brought food.” Peter emptied out the two grocery bags with the snacks onto the couch between the two of them. Y/N smiled. Tonight was going to be fun.
Peter turned and looked at the clock to see it was one in the morning. All night was spent with him and Y/N getting to know each other,cracking jokes, and watching bad late night TV shows. It was like they had known each other for their entire lives. She fell asleep a while ago, her head resting on Peter’s chest, with a blanket wrapped securely around the pair. He sat there, playing with her hair, glad that he skipped Homecoming. Peter sighed contently, looking back up at the TV which now had the news on. A robbery at fifth and third. “Shit,” he muttered, moving Y/N off of his chest and onto the couch.
He dashed out her front door with only his backpack in hand, with his Spider-Man suit inside.
Y/N woke up 10 the next morning still on the couch, with all the snacks from last night littering the floor. It was fun hanging out with Peter. She was kind of happy that she didn’t spend Homecoming alone. She searched for her phone to check the time. Once she found the device she saw a text from Peter.
Hey, sorry I had to leave. My Aunt called me and said that I had to go back home. Maybe we can do this again sometime at my place?
Y/N smiled at the text. Maybe I can get the guy of my dreams, she thought as she typed a reply.
Request:hi love! could you possibly do an imagine about tom proposing to you, but like can you try and make it different from the usual proposal? thank you! (send in requests)
Summary: Tom struggles to find the perfect moment to pop the question.
Warnings: Deadass the most fluff I’ve ever written in my life
Word Count: 1.4K
Tom had been planning out your proposal for much longer than he’d care to admit to anyone, except maybe his mum; in fact, she was the first person to know about his future plans. It was right after the two of you had visited his parents home and Tom saw how well you had managed to fit into his family.
He watched you laughing heartily with his brothers and talking avidly with his mother and he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face as he leant against the kitchen doorway. Only one thought was running through his mind as he stared at you; I am a goner and when you glanced at him, a smile completely lighting up your face, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again.
As Namjoon closed the door behind him, he stood by the entrance, snickering to himself. “Her? Liking me? Wahh” he said silently to himself. He wasn’t sure what it was he was feeling now, but he couldn’t stop smiling. “As if I’d like her?” he said again to himself.
“Hyung what are you doing by yourself there?” Jungkook asked curiously.
“Huh? Oh nothing” Namjoon said, flustered.
(One week later)
“Hey guys, Y/N isn’t coming today! Looks like it’s just us tonight” Jin said, filling his voice through the dorm.
“Awh, whyyy” Taehyung asked, coming out of the living room.
“She said she’s sick” Jin said with a frown.
“Let’s go there then! We can bring her food” Taehyung said, excitedly.
“Yah, if she’s sick she should just rest. She can’t be taking care of you guys too” Jin scolded.
Taehyung walked back to the living room with his head held down. He was looking forward to watching the movie you two had discussed a few weeks ago, but it looks like it would have to wait another week.
Namjoon meanwhile, listened to everything silently from the dining table. “That’s weird, she never falls sick…” he said to himself.
“What’s that? Couldn’t hear you” Hoseok said, sitting across from him,
;summary — working the graveyard shift means you’re exhausted by the time 9am comes around. lucky for you, 9am happens to be your neighbors’ favorite time for obnoxious sex. lucky for them, you’re always up for a challenge. shitty neighbors don’t always have to be a bad thing.
;warnings — language | mild unintentional voyeurism/mentions of exhibitionism | slight instances of jealousy | unprotected sex | oral sex | face-sitting | mentions of masturbation | very mild cumplay | soft dom/sub tones
;word count — 11k
;a/n — this wasn’t the hoseok story i originally wanted to post this week but this idea really excited me. happy hixtape season, everyone!
Burrito Blanket Batmom - Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader
I kinda love the idea of a “burrito blanket” batmom haha, and since I thought the request from anonymous I received was quite similar, I mixed them up together. Hope you’ll like it, particularly you @dannysanime, as usual, feedbacks are very welcome :) :
It’s early in the morning when your youngest son finds you in the living room, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, eyes wide open and not really looking at anything in particular. You don’t even react as he approaches you.
-Mother ? Hey ? Mom are you alright ?
Finally, you turn your head to look at him, blanket all the way up to your chin and wrapped around your head (and all around your body really, your face the only thing peering out of this burrito you made of yourself), you say in a croaked voice :
Damian is immediately worried. It isn’t often, if not never, that you complain. That you let things get you down. You’re the cheery one of the family. You and Dick often are the ones that see the positive things in everything, so, seeing you there, laying on the couch without even the TV on, and looking as if you were completely done with life…Well, it worries your kid.
You realize that he’s concerned about your well being when he kneels in front of you, and put his palm on your forehead. Oh, sweet boy. If only everyone could see him as you saw him, if only he’d be as nice with everyone as he is with you…No one would ever call him “brat” anymore.
-I’m not sick honey, I’m just…I’m just….erf…
-…You’re just “erf” ?
You shrug your shoulder. Or at least, Damian thinks you shrug your shoulder, he isn’t really sure, seeing as you’re wrapped tightly in that damn comforter.
He’s not sure what’s wrong with you, but he still wants to help.
-Hum…Is there anything I can do for you ? Do you want coffee ? Something to eat ? Or do you want me to go put a movie on or something ? Anything, really ?
You smile weakly at him, and it makes him frown. Your smiles are never weak ! They’re always so bright, warm, beautiful ! They always make him feel better, not matter what. Awkwardly, he brushes a few fingers against your cheek, and your smile widens a little. Here. Better.
-You’re already doing a lot my boy.
“My boy”. He loved when you called him that. It made him feel…It just made him feel loved. And like a part of the family. Your son. But of course he was your son, you never saw him in any other way, even at the difficult beginnings…
He kept on brushing your cheek lightly, putting some strand of hair out of your face. You managed to take an arm out of your blanket, and caressed his hair lovingly, he laid his head next to yours, kneeling on the floor in front of you, and you just shared a sweet mom/son moment…So much that you both fell into a deep and comfortable slumber.
Summary : You hated everything
about Jungkook, from his cocky smirk to his annoying voice, and he
could say the same about you. But the both of you were stuck together,
forced to live with each other because of the landlord, it wasn’t a
choice. Yet, you didn’t know if he really hated you, or if you
really hated his voice once you came home from work, hearing your name
tumbling from his mouth in breathy moans.
A/N :You can leave your feedback or requests here ! Please remember that english isn’t my first language and this is my third smut ever.
You took a deep breath, trying to containt yourself. Both of your hands flat on the kitchen counter, you closed your eyes. You didn’t want to get mad, especially this soon in the morning. You opened your eyes, before staightening your back and adjusting your shirt.
« Jungkook. », you called, hoping he would hear you through the noises of cars and shot guns coming from the tv. Your roommate simply hummed, not taking his eyes off of the screen.
« Jungkook, listen to me. », you harshly said. He paused his game to look at you, eyebrows raised at your boldness. The noises stopped abruptly, immersing the room in an almost religious silence. Jungkook moved his head, questionning.
« How many times do I have to tell you to do the fucking dishes ? », you asked through gritted teeth. The boy only rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
« Argh, I’ll do them later. », he simply said, his face turning towards the tv again.
« Jungkook you need to do them now. », you started, making your voice a little louder so he could hear you over the noise.« We don’t have any plates or bowls. », you continued, making your way to the living room.
You really didn’t want to fight him, last night was enough, but everything was dirty in the kitchen, and you needed to eat before going to work. Your rubbed your temples, breathing in.
« Jungkook, I need to eat, I have to go to work. », you said, like you were talking to a child, standing in front of the screen.
« Y/N, move ! », almost screamed Jungkook, making motions with his hand before looking up at you.
He saw your determined look, arms crossed. He got up from the couch, tossing his controller, and he swore to himself that he would make you pay for it.
You took a deep breath, exiting from your car. The cold air ghosting over your skin, calming your nerves. You had a long and stressful day, the door of your apartment seemed like the door to heaven. You looked up at the dark sky, before your attention got caught by the light coming from the window of your living room.
It was rare for Jungkook to stay in the living room, normaly he would watch a movie in his room, but maybe he was still playing his game, you thought.
You quickly walked towards the building, you were craving to feel the soft fabric of your duvet and rest for the week end.
Your hand grabbed the cold door handle, opening the heavy door of your apartment building. You were bending to take your shoes off and allow your heels to rest before you heard it.
The pounding sound of music, and you already knew where it was coming from. You cursed, rapidly climbing the stairs. You didn’t even had to pull your keys out of your purse, since the door of your apartment was wide open.
Almost immediately, you started fumming, fists clenched. From the hallway you could see silhouettes moving around, dancing to the music.
« You got to be fucking kidding me. », you mumbled to yourself, walking into your apartment. The smell of alcohol was obvious, but you couldn’t care less, actively looking around to find Jungkook. People were dancing, and you looked horrified, as you noticed some people you didn’t know on your couch, an obvious stain on the arm rest.
You looked around, trying to find someone you knew. You made you way into the crowd, feeling out of place with your working clothes. Your body was pushed against other people, and suddently, you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you into the person’s torso.
« Y/N ! You’re finally home ! », the person giggled, hugging you from the back, and you instantly knew who the voice belonged to. « Jungkook, what the fuck is going on ?! », you almost screamed, turning around and freeing yourself from his embrace.
Even if you hated Jungkook, you knew him enough to tell that he was at least tipsy, a gummy smile on his face. The boy’s hands went back to your hips, pulling you into him once again. His head went to the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t help but move your head away.
« We’re just having a little party. », he explained.« Dance with me. »
His request took you off garde, your palms went to his torso so you could look into his eyes.« Jungkook. », you said sweetly. The boy hummed, hands locking behind your back.
« I want everyone out of here in 30 minutes or I’m kicking you out. » Jungkook’s smile instantly vanished, his normal self coming back as his touch disappeared.
« Oh, you forgot ? », you asked, fake pouting. « If the landlord finds out that you organised a party without informing him, you’re out. »
In reality, you were just threatening him. Yes, the landlord would probably kick him out if he found out, but the neighbours were on vacation, so no one was there to complain about the noise. And on the other hand, even if you hated Jungkook, you would rather live with him than paying the full rent, because, let’s be real, finding a new roommate was hard.
If eyes could kill, you would probably be dead. Jungkook was enrage, and you only smiled at him, feeling victorious. He licked his lips, looking around, and you knew you had won, walking away to your room, pushing away everyone too close to you.
You quickly slammed your door, sighing as you untied your hair.
After a few moments, the apartment was left silent, Jungkook apparently got rid of everyone pretty quickly.
Your head fell on your pillow as you wrapped yourself in your duvet, sighing in relief. Your muscles started to relax slowly, starting to fall asleep, before you heard it.
A girl moaning.
You rubbed your eyes before tossing your duvet away from your body, you had spent one of the worst night ever. You were already exhausted, your eyes closing without your will, and it was hot, way too hot, the duvet sticking to the thin layer of sweat on your skin. And on top of that, Jungkook fucked some random girl he certainly didn’t know.
You knew he was doing this just to piss you off, you could already see his annoying smirk on his face. You sighed, getting up, your feet meeting the cold wooden floor. You walked out of your room, not caring about your appearance, you were only wearing a long t-shirt and your underwear. You were craving for some tea and you needed it now. You quickly brushed your teeth, noticing no signs of Jungkook’s presence and made your way to the kitchen.
To your surprise, the living room was clean, no cups of the floor, no empty bottles. If it wasn’t for the stain on your couch, it was like nothing happened. You raised your eyebrows, at least you wouldn’t have to fight with Jungkook.
Pouring the hot water in your cup, you absently watched as the water turned brown. You slowly added the milk, before feeling two hands on your hips, rolling your eyes as Jungkook’s head dropped to the crook of your neck.
You groaned, getting away from his grip, leaving your cup on the kitchen counter to take care of your toast.
« I wouldn’t mind waking up to this every day. », he said, with his low morning voice, leaning in the corner of the kitchen. Your back was turned to him, but you could feel is eyes travel down your legs.
« Fuck you. », you simply said, spreading your chocolate on the bread. Jungkook didn’t respond, silently watching you.
You made your way towards your cup, but the boy stood beside you, his hand sneaking once again on your hip. « Is that for me ? », he asked. His head moved towards the plate, humming the smell of the toast, while doing so, his breath ghosted over the skin of your cheek, his perfume he was wearing making you dizzy.
Your hand smacked his torso,
« What the fuck, no. »
« Wow, after cleaning the living room I thought I would get some kind of reward. », he said, his tone changing at the last word. You turned around,« Oh so, I should give you a reward because you cleaned the mess you’ve made after you threw a party ? »
Jungkook opened his mouth, but you continued,« Besides, even if you ended the party, the girl you fucked was way too loud. », you said, leaning against the kitchen counter and taking a sip of your tea and putting the cup down.
He almost looked embarrassed for a split second, before regaining his cocky attitude, leaning towards you. His hand went to your jaw, his thumb lightly tugging at you bottom lip. His boldness caused your breath to get caught in your throat, and he saw it. Smirking, he hummed,
« You can tell me if you’re jealous, you know. »
He licked his lips, watching your own lips, and unconsciously leaning towars them.
« You need to clean the stain on my couch. », you breathed, before escaping from his embrace.
After the “accident”, nothing like that happened again.
Yes, you thought about it, was he really going to kiss you ? Are was it just another way to annoy you ? If he wanted to annoy you, it was working, and what pissed you off more than anything, was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was, and he didn’t seem to care, as if it never happened. And you wish you never happened, you wished you never felt you heart beat so fast.
Of course, you got back to Jungkook, stealing his video games until he cleaned your couch. He had to clean it himself, and hated every second of it. And once again, he swore he would make you pay for it.
And he did. You had a sleepover at your best friend’s house, and Jungkook knew it. While you were getting ready, he took his chance and sneaked into your room, easely finding your bag.
He knew you would probably kill him, but his plan was too perfect. The next day, after the sleepover, you and your friends would go to the club. He knew you were excited about it, and he didn’t feel an once of guilt when he poured the ink of his pen on your red dress.
He was going to ruin your night just like you ruined his in the first place. Quickly folding the fabric and shoving in back in your bag, he closed your it before going back to the living room like nothing happened.
And you should have knowned that he was up to something when he sweetly smiled at you before you closed the door.
But Jungkook’s plan wasn’t that good, he thought that you would only see the ruined fabric after the sleepover, just before going out. But you were too excited to show your new dress and unpacked your bag as soon as you entered your bestfriend’s house.
Your heart sank when you unfolded the fabric, discovering the wide black stain in the middle of the dress, before rage took over you. Cursing loudly, you didn’t give your best friend any explaination before storming out of her house, blood boiling, fingers impatiently taping on the steering wheel at every red light.
You almost ran up the stairs, before taking a deep breath when you were faced by your door.
« Calm down, you don’t want to kill someone tonight. », you thought.
But another voice in your head reminded you that the dress he ruined costed a lot, and you really needed this night out with your friends to relax and suddently, all the rage that was starting to fade came back in a wave.
Opening your door, you were greeted by the darkness of your living room, and for a second you thought Jungkook was gone, maybe out for the night, but you heard something. The boy was probably playing some game with his friends.
Quietly walking without turning the light on, you followed the faint noise before freezing in the middle of the room.
The noises, it’s wasn’t him talking, it was him moaning.
You were so shoked, you almost dropped your keys. You didn’t know if you had to laugh, open the door of his room or just run away as quickly as possible and act like nothing happened.
Putting your keys down on the kitchen counter, you leaned against it. You could hear your rapid heat beat along side Jungkook’s moan, sweat starting to form on your forehead. You wanted to get out, so bad, but you were stuck there, unable to move. His moans were getting louder, his breath ragged, little whines coming from his lips from time to time.
Your cheeks were starting to heat up, when you heard a particularly loud moan, before
Your eyes opened, wide, starring at Jungkook’s bedroom door. You moved your head, you swore to yourself it was just your brain tricking you.
But you heard it again, clearer this time.
« Y/N, fuck ! »
And your heart sank, once again. Your name was tumbling from his lips in broken moans, your legs felt like jelly, his breath got more and more erratic as yours got caught and suddently,
It stopped, and the whole apartment was silent, like nothing happened. Your eyes still wide, you started to breath normaly again. You took your keys, head dropping to look at the floor, before you heard the door.
You immediatly looked up, cursing yourself for not running away when you could. You froze as you saw Jungkook, walking out of his room, obviously frustrated. His hand running in his hair, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a layer of sweat visible on his torso. He looked up, and froze.
For what felt like an eternity, no one talked, looking at each other like a deer caught in headlights. Your throat was dry, unable to talk, your mouth opened and closed without letting out a single sound. The air was thick, your eyes traveling from his red lips to his rising and falling chest.
Jungkook was the first to open his mouth, breaking the silence.
« Y/N, I, eh, didn’t hear you come in. », he said taking a step forward.
« I, eh… », you tried, stepping back, forgeting why you were there in the first place.
« How long have you been here ? », he asked, a hand rubbing his collarbone.
« I- », you started, before your back hit the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs.
Jungkook licked his lips, eyes traveling from your mouth to your eyes.
« You heard me ? », he asked, even if he knew the answer. His breath ghosted over your skin, one hand beside your face on the wall, the other holding your chin.
« Yeah. », you breathed, looking into his eyes, you didn’t know if it was the lack of light but they seemed a shade darker.
The boy licked his lips again, blinked a few times before boldly asking.
« Can I kiss you ? »
And without thinking, you nodded, a sigh leaving your lips when your roommate eagerly kissed you. Jungkook instantly moaned into your mouth, pressing himself against you. His hand detached from the wall, falling to grip your hip.
His soft lips moved against yours, before his tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you immediatly gave. And it was a battle for dominance, Jungkook’s hand left you chin, sneaking under your shirt, eager to feel you skin against his.
His head went to your neck, and you didn’t move, letting him kiss his way down to your collarbone. He was craving to do this since the kitchen accident, your skin looking way too flawless to his liking. And all he wanted to do was to mark you, all over your body.
A sigh ran down from your lips when he found a special spot, and he started sucking on your skin, leaving a purple mark.
Both his hands pushed the fabric of your shirt up, and you got the hint, taking your shirt off. Your arms wrapped around his torso, feeling his skin against yours, you lips founding his neck, but before you could start your torture, he stopped you.
« Y/N, don’t tease. », he breathed. And god, he sounded so needy, out of breath and you only kissed his neck, you wondered how wrecked he would be after you’re done with him.
Seeing that you didn’t respond, Jungkook pressed himself against you, making you feel his boner, and he was hard.
Your lips went back to the base of his neck, while your hand traveled down his torso, until you met the hem of his sweatpants.
« Y/N, plea- », he started, getting cut when your hand palmed him through the fabric. His head rolled back, a moan tumbling from his lips.
You liked your lips, watching him in awe, his fingers digging in your waist.
« Don’t tease. », he said through gritted teeth, pulling you closer. His hand grabbed yours, kissing your knuckles to your elbow.
« Jungkook. », you breathed, wrapping you arms around his neck. He hummed, eyelids heavy. His cheeks were slightly red, lips swollen, and you couldn’t help but kiss him again instand of answering.
He walked you towards his room, lips never leaving yours.
Leaving the lights off, he softly layed you on his bed before towering over you. Your fingers went to the hem of your jean, taking it off. Jungkook’s hands unclapped your bra, tossing it somewhere, his mouth instantly wrapping around your nipple.
« Jungkook, we don’t have time for that. », you moaned, feeling the uncomfortable wetness starting to form in your underwear. The boy was as eager as you, leaving you breast before almost ripping your panties.
« Fuck, I’m so hard. », he moaned, when you took his sweatpants off. He quickly got up, opening the drawer of his nightstand to take a condom. He hurriedly opened the package, rolling the condom on his shaft.
You signed when his hands went on either sides of your hand, feeling the heat of his body. Your hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling him towards your lips, kissing him again, never getting enough of the feeling.
He pulled back slightly, a smirk streching his lips.
« Babygirl. », he called, waiting for you to open your eyes. One of his hand grabbed the back of your thigh, placing your leg on his hip.
« Who are you wet for ? », he asked, a devilish smile on his face.
You wanted to slap him, but you needed him, and you breathed.
« You. »
Jungkook almost moaned, his head went back to your neck before entering you. Jungkook groaned, his breath ragged. You arched your back, your nails digging into his shoulders.
« Jungkook, please. », you moaned, and he started rolling his hips in a slow but deep pace. Your head dropped back, you started biting your lip, trying to muffle your moans, but Jungkook noticed.
« Don’t you fucking dare. », he started, thumb tugging at your lip.« Moan for me or I’ll stop. »
You whined, and Jungkook started slamming back into you. His hand grabbed your hair, pulling at it to expose your neck, and he started biting and sucking on the skin, breathy moans coming from your lips.
Your other leg wrapped around Jungkook’s waist, his dick was hitting a spot making you moan at every thrust. Jungkook was a moaning mess on top of you, his broken whispers transforming into long moans and deep groans.
He was getting closer and closer, but he wanted to make you come first, he needed to see it.
« Are you gonna cum for me ? », Jungkook ask, teeth biting on your lower lip. You could only whine, your hand gripping his hair.
Jungkook’s hips started making deep and slow thrusts, one which was particularly hard, helping you reach your high.
A last moan filled the room, before your came around Jungkook, your eyes closing, mouth falling agape.
Jungkook groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him. « Fuck, such a good girl. », he complimented through gritted teeth, before reaching his climax, softly moaning near your ear, your name falling and falling from his lips as he came in the condom.
He collapsed on top of you, the both of you trying to catch your breath, bodies sweaty.
Summary: You’re best friends with Peter Parker and you can feel yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him, without his knowledge. What happens when you get rescued by Spider-Man and you happen to recognize his voice?
You mindlessly picked at the crust of your sandwich during lunch. You weren’t hungry, and you were mostly trying to ignore the gushing that was happening in front of you.
Your two best friends, Ned and Peter, were watching Liz Allan across the cafeteria with literal heart eyes. Usually you didn’t care, but lately you started to feel different around Peter…
Your chest would tighten and you would lose your breath in your throat and your heart would just try to beat right out of your chest. You found yourself admiring every small detail about him from the way his nose crinkled when he laughed to the enthusiasm in his eyes when he would talk about science and robotics.
Every time you looked at him you felt dizzy as if he was sucking the oxygen right out of your lungs. And when he smiled, that damn smile, it made you weak in the knees. You didn’t know how long it had been happening, but you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into the love-sick world that revolved around Peter Parker.
And he liked Liz.
Just the thought made your heart sink into the pit of your stomach, thus leading to your loss of appetite.
“(Y/N)? You alright?” Peter asked before taking a bite of his own sandwich.
You nodded with a weak smile.
Peter always met you at your locker after school to walk you home. You lived in the apartment complex a few blocks before his own so you always took the same train from school. Today, however, you were both going back to his house to work on a chemistry project.
Except when you shut your locker door and looked for Peter around the corner, you couldn’t find him anywhere.
“I swear, if he blows me off for that stupid Stark inter-”
“(Y/N)!” you saw Peter rushing over to you. He smiled from down the hallway, and just the sight made your heart leap out of your body.
You clutched your books to your chest and waited for him by the doors. He was breathing heavily from running over to you, but the look in his eyes instantly made you frown.
“You’re not coming with me, are you?” you asked sadly.
Peter’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. Mr. Stark-”
“I know,” you sighed. “It’s okay.”
Peter pursed his lips, and he looked at you with those damn puppy dog eyes, and you felt like you were melting despite the hurt in your heart. It made it difficult to be mad at him.
“I can start the project,” you offered. “Just come by after the internship, okay?”
“I feel terrible,” Peter sighed.
Sirens went off in the distance, and Peter looked out at the street in alarm as if a sudden switch had gone off in his head. He began to back away from you, looking from you to the street in a panic.
“I’ll see you later! I promise!”
You sighed and watched him run around the corner, disappearing into the crowd of students leaving the school for the day. You turned on your heel and headed home.
But Peter never showed up that night. You waited, and you got most of the project done out of boredom. But as you looked out the window, the sky got darker, and the city lights illuminated the sky, blocking out the stars.
You texted him and called him, and stared at your phone waiting for some sort of response, but it never came. You even texted Ned and asked if he had heard from Peter. He hadn’t.
You considered calling Peter’s aunt May because your nerves were just getting the best of you, but your parents ordered you to get some rest. You wanted to fight them, arguing that Peter could be hurt, but they were having none of it.
That night you fell asleep with your phone by your head, hoping for some sort of message from Peter.
“Parker!” you spat as you approached Peter and Ned at their lockers the next morning. You hadn’t slept well at all, as you had nightmares of Peter never coming home all night. You were exhausted and you had bags under your eyes and seeing Peter alive and well at school made your blood boil.
Peter turned, and looked horrified at the angry expression that was painted on your face. You glared at Ned as a silent order for him to leave, and he quickly grabbed his things before scrambling away.
“Hey (Y/N)…” Peter said nervously while scratching the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry, I know I messed up, but-”
“I can’t believe you,” you snarled. “I was worried sick!”
Peter blinked and stared at you with wide eyes. “You were worried?”
“Yes! You idiot! I waited up for you and when you never answered my texts I started to assume the worst! I almost went over to your house but my parents wouldn’t let me. I can’t believe you- wait…why are you smiling?”
Peter was staring at you with a small smile dancing on his lips. There was a twinkle in his eye that made the anger melt away in seconds. You blinked in confusion, and cocked your head to the side.
“What is it?” you asked, your tone much softer and gentler now.
“Nothing,” Peter shook his head and looked down at the ground. “I just didn’t think you of all people would worry about me.”
You were taken aback by this. “Are you kidding me? You’re my best friend, Pete. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Peter looked up and smiled at you once again. This time, you returned it.
Peter promised that he would walk you home because he felt so bad for missing out on your chemistry project. He said he would make it up to you, but you didn’t think he would become so attached to you. He began walking you home everyday for the next week.
He rarely left your side. You’d be lying if you didn’t say he made you blush with almost every comment and remark that he made, and you wished you weren’t so transparent, but damn you were falling for this boy and you couldn’t stop yourself.
By the time school let out, it was pouring rain and you groaned as you looked outside. You didn’t bring an umbrella with you to school or a sweatshirt as it had been a cloudless morning. You should have checked the forecast.
“Here,” Peter said, placing his sweatshirt over your shoulders before you stepped outside.
“Peter, no,” you shook your head, trying to give it back, but Peter was relentless and he refused to take it back until you put it on your shoulders.
“You’ll freeze,” you pointed out.
Peter shrugged. “I’ll survive.”
Your heart fluttered as you looked at him. You wanted to thank him more, but you didn’t know how so instead you walked close to him as you two rushed through the rain towards the train station.
However, both of your apartment complexes were a few blocks away from the station, and it was quite a walk. You rushed through the streets, laughing like children as the water splashed your feet and legs. You ran ahead of Peter and turned around, breathing heavily with a smile on your face. The water was pelting down, and Peter’s sweatshirt was soaked. At least your hair was dry, but Peter’s was sticking to his forehead and he had to push it out of the way to see you.
You giggled when he approached you.
“Are you cold?” he asked, over the loud water.
You shook your head. “Are you?”
“I’m sorry!” you cried.
Peter laughed and shook his head before pulling you into a tight embrace. You hadn’t been expecting it, and your heart leaped into your throat as you hugged him back. Each of you were soaked to the bone as the rain fell around you, but you had never felt warmer in his arms.
When you reached your apartment, you went to unzip the jacket, but Peter stopped you with his hand.
“Keep it,” he said with a small smile.
He shook his head. “I have plenty of sweatshirts.”
You didn’t know what came over you, but you felt a surge of confidence, and you leaned forward and kissed Peter on the cheek. Instantly, his cheeks flared up with a bright blush and you smiled as you turned to walk up the stairs to your floor.
“I’ll see you later,” you said with a small wave.
Peter was standing in the lobby of your apartment complex with a red face and wide eyes, but he managed a wave back with a goofy smile planted on his lips.
The next day at school he didn’t even bat an eye at Liz.
Once again you waited for Peter by your locker, but he never showed up, only saddening you and causing your heart to sink. After last night, you felt like your heart was beating louder and faster all day. You had texted Peter and talked to him as you normally did, but he was acting different around you.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
His cheeks would flare up every time you talked to him, and when you bumped shoulders in the hallway you felt like sparks had run up your shoulders. You had hoped to talk to him more about it on your walk home, but instead you got a text from him that read:
Hey, I’m so sorry but I have to catch up with my internship. I’ll see you tomorrow xx
You sighed and began your lonely walk home. You had been walking with Peter every day for so long that you had to be lying if you hadn’t been accustomed to it. You missed walking by him with your arms brushing and his jokes to keep you entertained.
However, as you began to walk home from the train station you felt an unusual chill run down your spine. Something wasn’t right.
You glanced over your shoulder and saw a tall man dressed from head to toe in black with a hood over his head. He was walking briskly, as if he was trying to keep in pace with you. Your breathing became uneven as you struggled to think of a way to get away from him.
Quickly, you pulled out your phone and called Peter. It went to voicemail immediately so you whispered into the phone, hoping the man wouldn’t hear.
“Peter, I need you now. There’s a creepy guy following me and I’m scared. Please help,” you whispered-cried into the phone.
You sent him a few texts as well, but the man was getting closer to you so you began to pick up your pace. However, as soon as you started walking faster so did the man. Your heart was beating so fast that you felt light-headed, but you forced yourself to stay focused. You couldn’t let him know you were afraid.
You began to run, seeing it as your only option. You were a pretty solid runner, and you felt as though you could get away from the man. You began to outrun him, losing him a few feet behind. But as soon as you thought you were in the clear, you were tackled to the ground and dragged into the nearby alleyway.
“Let me go!” you screamed, trying to kick at the man, aiming for his balls. He held you down by your wrists and pulled out a knife.
“Scream again and I’ll kill you,” he growled.
“You don’t scare me,” you spat before spitting in his face.
“You bitch!” he cried before raising his knife. You closed your eyes, waiting for the impact when suddenly webbing covered the knife, and pulled it out of the man’s hands.
“Hey buddy I think you’re lost! The douche-bag convention is the next block over!”
You looked up in alarm at none other than Spider-Man clinging to the wall of the closest building. He held the webbed knife in his hands, before sticking it to the wall in a new webbing. He shot out two webs from his wrists, pulling back the man’s hands and lifting him into the air. He shot him over to the wall of the building, and the man groaned in pain as his back cracked against the bricks. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
Spider-Man jumped down from the wall and rushed over to you. He held out his hands and helped you to your feet.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked frantically.
You felt a little shaken, but other than that you were fine.
“I’m okay,” you said while rubbing your wrists. Spider-Man took one of them in his own hands and ran his fingers over it.
“Are you sure? I can bring you to a hospital. Or-”
You knew that voice.
How could you not know the voice of your best friend and probably the love of your life?
The boat rocked on the waves, the soft ebb and flow washing against the exterior. It was choppier than normal and she knew that some of the crew members would be up on the top deck being sick over the side of the boat, but Dany never was. She was just at home on the water as she was on land. She liked to think it was because something in her remembered her flight to Dragonstone when she was nothing more than a spark of possibility; remembered her family being torn apart.
It reminded her of all the time she spent on ships as a child, fleeing from one place to another but never settling down long enough anywhere to truly call it her home. It reminded her of nights when she’d played quietly in the corner with her dolls, or read by candlelight, or sat and stared out at the waves praying that Viserys wouldn’t look at her in that way he so often had.
But she’d never expected this. Not even in her wildest daydreams, the ones she’d laughingly confessed to Missandei during her nightly baths.
Their lovemaking had lost its feverished pace a long time ago; now the sex was soft and exploratory, the passion quiet and restrained as the events of the day caught up with them and they lost the initial frenzied desire to make each other theirs.
He had a beautiful body. She didn’t know why she’d never noticed it before; she’d noticed, certainly, how the hard lines of his muscles stood out on his chest and how soft and silky his hair was-but now that she could see it in its entirety, the hard lines and smooth planes, the scars on his chest that did nothing to mar his beauty but added to his intrigue…all she could do was kiss him again and again, feeling her mouth meld into his…
She let out a little moan in the back of her throat and Jon’s lips traced along her collarbone. She couldn’t remember ever being loved like this, ever even imagining a love like this was even possible…
Just then the door opened. “Your grace, I was hoping that we could discuss-”
They quickly disentangled themselves. Dany looked around somewhat desperately, casting about for her clothes-which had somehow ended up on the other side of the room. Jon looked just as abashed, and eventually she compromised by pulling the blanket over both of them. “Yes Lord Tyrion?”
Tyrion didn’t look fazed-or at least, if he was surprised to see them both naked in her chambers he didn’t say anything about it. “I can see the two of you are busy. I’ll come back in the morning.” He turned and left abruptly, making sure he closed the door behind him on his way out.
There was a long silence between them. It was one thing to make love when you were sure you weren’t being watched and no one knew, where you could forget about it in the morning if something went wrong. It was quite another to know that you’d been discovered and found out. It added another level of realism to the entire encounter, like a dream they could wake up from.
And she didn’t want Jon to leave. Not now. Not like this.
He laughed softly and she couldn’t help laughing either-though her heart beat nervously, wondering if this was the moment when they would both come to their senses and realize that they shouldn’t be doing this. “I suppose we could have been quieter…”
“I don’t want to be quiet,” she replied. “He should have knocked.”
He lay on his back and for a moment they were silent, listening to the water lap against the boat’s hull. She was tempted to say something, to break the silence that had somehow sprung up between them…but she stayed quiet, sensing Jon was just gathering his thoughts as he so often did. He was never one to speak his mind, without thinking it through first.
Finally he sat up abruptly, the sheet falling down and making the candlelight dance across his chest. “If I was too forward-”
She had to kiss him to keep him quiet, to convey all of her love for him and all of the happiness he gave her, simply be being who he was. “You were wonderful.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this…”
“I know.” But neither of them made any move to get out of bed; it might have been the wrong time, the wrong place, but there was something that pulled them together-some kind of thread that kept them from straying too far from each other. “Do you always wear your hair that way?”
He touched the top of his bun, looking hurt (Tyrion sometimes said that his hair was almost as pretty as hers). “What’s wrong with it?”
“It just doesn’t seem comfortable to sleep in.” She raised a hand to touch it and he didn’t tell her to stop, even as she took out a handful of pins. His hair cascaded down around his shoulders, smooth and silky, and it fell through her fingers like water when she touched it. It nearly made her wet again. “You should wear your hair down more often, Lord Snow.”
His smile was abashed but his touch was firm as he touched her own hair, the intricate braids that criscrossed the back of her head. “And how long does it take you to do your hair in the mornings?”
Without taking her eyes off of him (she loved his eyes; she could get lost in his eyes) she started to undo the braids that Missandei had done up so carefully that morning. She felt strangely exposed when she let her hair down, feeling its weight touch the back of her neck. It felt as if she was showing him part of herself, something that she hadn’t shown anyone in a very long time-especially not a man.
Braids were strong and powerful; another part of a mask she almost never dropped.
She turned on her side to face him; he ran a hand down her shoulder and along her arm, eventually taking her hand. They were so close; she could have reached out and touched the scar over his heart, the scar she had kissed earlier in the night. When she spoke again her voice was low; there was something about the moment that felt sacred and she didn’t want to disturb it.
“What do we tell him?”
“What can we tell him? It’s a bit hard to explain away…all of this.” Or mistake it for anything other than what it was.
“He’s too smart,” she replied. “Whatever we say he’d see through.”
“Is he going to lecture us?”
She sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what he can tell us that we don’t already know.” She knew this wasn’t a good idea-they both did. In another lifetime, maybe-maybe the King in the North and the Queen in the South could have married for political strength and personal happiness. But they were fighting wars on multiple fronts and it seemed wrong, sacrilege almost, to think about love in a time like this.
And now that she’d met Jon, she didn’t want to think about her life when they inevitably parted.
He sighed, moving a bit closer as if he wanted to embrace her again. “It’s always been dangerous before. We know that.”
“And this can’t change our goals. It doesn’t change who we fight for.”
“We’re fighting for the same thing. We’re fighting to survive. Anything besides that…it’s a distraction. We can’t afford distractions right now. When the war’s over we’ll figure out the rest of it.” Gods, he looked like an angel-and he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
She didn’t know that anyone had looked at her like that before. “We might not survive the wars to come.”
“I know. But we’ll fight, to the very last.”
“We can’t afford to be divided, not now. We’re stronger together.” She fingered the scar on his chest, feeling his heart beating underneath it. His pulse was a bit erratic, probably from their lovemaking, but still strong and steady. Alive.
Unlike Viserion’s heart, that would never beat again. We’ll fight and survive. We have to. Otherwise he died for nothing. “ I said we would destroy the Night King and his army together, and we will. We have to make something good come out of all of this suffering.”
Their feet touched beneath the sheets. She wondered if this had always been meant to happen, the two of them on this boat, from the moment they’d first met. Had there been some inevitability to it? Had she known, the first time she’d seen him walk into her throne room, that there was something about him that was different from any man she’d ever met?
He didn’t look phased. He didn’t even look surprised. “I’m afraid too. I would be surprised if you weren’t.”
The dragons flew over the boat; their roars shook it to its foundation. Only two…Viserion’s was strangely absent. She hadn’t realized that she could pick them apart individually, until his was gone. For the first time she felt unsteady, unsure. Maybe even afraid.
It felt like they stood on the edge of a precipice; if they stepped too far in any one direction, they would fall.
But then again, perhaps they’d made that decision as soon as her bedroom door had closed behind them.
“Will you stay here? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”
“Neither do I.”
They shared a few last kisses, slow and deep and probing, as if trying to make up for the fact that they didn’t have all the time in the world left to them. Jon dropped off first; she could hear his breath even out, see his eyelids slip closed and stay that way.
She fell asleep a bit later, twining her hand in his.
This is going to be a two-shot of sorts because I’ll be writing the morning after oneshot tomorrow.
***Can you believe we have to go through a 3 month hiatus until we get new episodes again? What to do on Mondays from now on? Well, I know it is not the same but how about reading some amazing Malec fics? Because there simply can’t be enough Malec love out there and somehow it makes the wait to see these two back on our screens a bit more bearable
if you ask me.
Anyway, I hope you gonna enjoy this 4th edition as much as the previous ones. Again, a huge thank you to everyone who left notes and/or told me how much they enjoyed these recs. It’s very much appreciated, so yes, if you want me to
continue doing this, let me know, okay? Have fun reading!***
When agent Alec Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect
much trouble. Of course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful
assassin who lands him in a whole load of trouble. Enter Magnus Bane:
an assassin turned thief who reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The
Clave - after he pisses off a very important and powerful crime boss,
Valentine Morgenstern. In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the two put aside their differences and work together? Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus, doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really).
With Valentine still at large, a crisis threatens to split the Shadow
World in two, testing the loyalties of everyone on both sides of the
line. But choosing between duty and honor, family and love is never
easy, especially when war is on the horizon.
New graduates and best friends Magnus and Alec have
both graduated from the University of Idris with top honors. Graduation
and family expectations, however, carved out two very different paths
for their lives.
Making the age-old promise on graduation night
to get married if they were still single by thirty had been an easy
agreement to make. There was no chance it would, or even could, ever
possibly happen. It simply wasn’t legal.
coincidentally re-enters Alec’s life eight years later, each are
confronted with the unsettled reality of their lives, and the rekindling
of long-buried feelings for the other. They decide to reinstate the
promise they had made as motivation to get back into the dating scene.
But can they push aside their own feelings for each other as they go on this journey of finding true love?
Or: the “Single by 30” Malec AU that nobody asked for.
After the MORTAL WAR that wiped out the JEDI ORDER and
the reconstruction of THE CLAVE to govern the galaxy, military force,
THE CIRCLE, has been monitoring planets for any trace of remaining
intergalactic terrorism and obliterating possible threats under the name
of peace. Each strike leaves death and destruction behind.
Senator, General Luke Garroway, leads the DOWNWORLDER RESISTANCE, a
counterpoint to the Circle, in hope of finding enough evidence of abuse
of power to dismantle the organisation and restore real peace and
justice to the galaxy.
In order to do so, Luke has sent Izzy
Lightwood, his most daring pilot, and the mysterious Magnus Bane to
search for survivors of the last attack…
“Mhmm,” Magnus hummed as they broke apart and he rocked
his hips minutely, the slight movement enough to make them both shiver.
“This is getting dangerously close to one of my fantasies, so maybe we
should stop, if you don’t want this to go any further.”
“What fantasy?” Alec murmured, craning his neck up again to brush his
lips against Magnus’ but the warlock teasingly moved just out of reach.
“Well,” Magnus started, looking at Alec through half-closed eyes and
with a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “I have never
had sex inside the Institute.”
When Detective Alexander Lightwood-Bane is called to the site of a
bizarre murder, he doesn’t expect to recognize the victim, but that’s
exactly what happens. Alec met the wealthy entrepreneur at an event with
his husband, the flamboyant and enormously wealthy Magnus
Lightwood-Bane. When a second victim is found, Alec and his partner,
Jace Herondale, realize that their killer has a “type.” Unfortunately,
Magnus just so happens to fit that type.
Magnus Bane is a famous stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love
with him after one dance. The feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he
meets the freshly turned twenty-one year old Alec lightwood, he can’t
take his eyes off him, and they find themselves in love quicker than
Alec and Magnus have been friends since high school. They both love each
other but are afraid to say anything because they believe the other one
doesn’t feel the same way and it’ll ruin their friendship.
Alec and Jace are working on an overdose case and are stuck. Can Magnus be the one to help them solve the case?
Magnus Bane loved New York. I mean, what other city in the world held Christmas raves?
especially loved it when he managed to convince Ragnor and Catarina to
join him. Spending time with your chosen family during the holidays was
the best thing in the world.
The only thing that could make it
even better, however, would be getting to know that very attractive
stranger that just wouldn’t take his eyes off Magnus. Tall, dark and
handsome was just what Magnus wanted to end his amazing night.
All he needed was an opportunity and it came, in the form of a well-placed mistletoe.
Magnus Bane agreed to volunteer at a children’s hospital on Christmas
Eve, wanting to help make sure the kids got the most wonderful evening.
Turned out the kids weren’t the only one who were gonna have a merry
Christmas, Magnus realised when he met the young Doctor Lightwood during
his time at the hospital.
or, the ’i sneaked into this huge house party for some free alcohol but
you asked me how i knew the host and the first excuse i could think of
was that i’m dating their sibling, so i basically just lied to you about
going out with you’ au
Somehow, they end up with Alec flat on his back and Magnus straddling
him, his hands cradling Alec’s jaw while his tongue explores the
nephilim’s mouth. It’s a slow, lazy, and unhurried kiss. The kind of
kiss that says ‘there isn’t anywhere else I would rather be right now’ and ‘I want to explore every inch of your body’ and ‘I love you’.
If Magnus were more alert, he probably would’ve recognized the obvious
signs of someone being in the loft: the boots by the front door, the
leather jacket laying on the couch, the empty wine glass sitting on his
drink cart, but as it is, he doesn’t notice anything off until he’s
standing right in front of his bedroom door and realizes the light is
There was one simple and unique rule about being
friends with Magnus and Alec: never, ever, no matter the circumstances,
not even if you were drunk as an armada of skunks, engage into a debate
about pop culture with either of them, and especially not the both of
Magnus Bane has a problem with that arrogant brat that
keeps showing his face to every important street race in the city. Damn
Jace Lightwood and his annoying habit of winning even though he’s just a
stupid high school boy. That’s insulting.
Fuck Jace. But more importantly, fuck his sweet looking older
brother, who just happen to not have the slightest idea of who Magnus
is. If everything goes according to plan, Magnus will have put Jace back
to his insignificant place and gotten lucky with a gorgeous oblivious
Warnings: A lot
of very heavy, very obvious insinuation. Listen,
I don’t write smut, I write lovin, because let’s be real here guys, that boy
would be the sweetest.
As your brain emerged from the foggy, comfortable place of
sleep, the first sensation you recognized was that of the light of the sun beaming
in through your bedroom window, the warmth of it enveloping your skin. The
backs of your eyelids flashing in time with the clouds as they lazily drifted
past the sun. Your ears took in the signs of life outside your window: car
engines and their various rumblings, the loud pumping siren of horns as one too
many motorists signaled their impatience, the chiming bell of a bicycle, the
yip of a dog, and the pealing laughter of a woman and child.
Then there was the lovely sound of the steady, familiar breaths
being taken by the body next to yours.
You smiled tenderly as the
happenings of the last couple of hours played out on the darkened screens of
your lids; your memories fresh, your heart light as it floated within your
taehyung x reader •
explicit descriptions of sex, fingering, oral, dirty talk •
words: 7,960 →
you meet the gaze of an incredibly attractive red head at a music bar and one
thing leads to another…
Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno - Reggie Mantle x Reader Imagine
Warnings: Some swearing, some yelling
Request by @stevrgers:
hey could I request an imagine where the reader has a thing with reggie but it’s super lowkey and reggie wants to keep it that way because he wants to keep her out of the playbook (cause he really cares for her) but the reader perceives his secrecy of their relationship as him being embarrassed to be seen with her by his friends/the school and reader gets upset & reggie is torn cause he wants to tell her about the book but also doesn’t want to get in trouble by the team for exposing their secret
Hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if it seems a little disjointed. I tried to jam so much into it and it got so long (almost six pages on Word), but here you are!
Summary: When the girl Dean’s been in love with for years returns home from a disastrous date, he takes it upon himself to make her feel better. But things do not go as planned and feelings he’d kept under wraps for years begin to surface. Which is a bad thing. Right?
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Cameron (OMC, mentioned)
Word count: 2191
Warnings: Language, a smudge of angst and fluff. So much fluff, guys.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Romcom Fluff Challenge and @hannahindie‘s HanCelebratesWithPawnee challenge. Ladies, thank you so much for granting me an extension and allowing me to combine your two wonderful challenges. I hope this was worth the wait.
Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 who’s helped me so much with this. She’s the best.
My prompts for this were “I’m wildly
unhappy, and I’m trying to buy it, and it’s not working” from Crazy, Stupid, Love (I am so in love with that movie btw) and “I’m fine. It’s just
that life is pointless, and nothing matters, and I’m always tired.” (Both are included in bold in the text below. Gif’s not mine. x )
Without further ado. Enjoy <3
The kitchen was a
mess, filled with empty pans, dough-dusted spoons and muffin-stuffed cooling
racks while specks of splattered batter and flour painted the surface of the
counter in shades of white, the homely image reminding Dean of mornings he used
to spend by his mother’s side while she baked his favorite pie or cut the crust off his sandwich.
grip around the glass he’d been holding, Dean felt his heart clenching painfully at
the memory and waited for the all too familiar feelings of homesickness and
grief to wash over him like they always did, but
Y/N caught the subtle change in him and reached over to graze his arm
with her fingertips, the light pressure enough to ground him back to Earth,
back into the moment he got to spend with her.
It was one of the
things he loved about her, the way she could read him like an open book, how she accepted him for all he was, taking in mistakes and wounds and scars and giving nothing but smiles and
affection in return.
Y/N was warmth and
comfort to him and that was partly the reason he’d been glad that he was the one she sought for after that
date of hers went terribly wrong. He’d been glad because she trusted him
enough to be vulnerable around him, trusted him enough to let him in, let him
wipe that look of disappointment off her face with a silly joke and a forehead
kiss, and tell her that, God, she deserved so much better than Mr.
Ballsy, the guy who thought buying her a drink would land him a one-way ticket to her bed.
Today you’re supposed to meet up with your friend, Bonnie at The Grill. You arrived there before she did, so you decided to sit at the bar. Sadly, after 20 minutes of waiting, she texts you saying:
‘Sorry, Y/N. Something came up with Jeremy. I’ll make it up to you.’
You sighed after the reading the text because you were looking forward to hanging out with Bonnie since you haven’t seen her in weeks. “I’m already here, I might as well have a drink or two.” You thought to yourself.
“I got this round. Get me the usual.” Damon demands to the bartender, sitting at the stool to your right.
“Thanks, Damon.” You smiled at Damon.
“Yup.” He popped his lips. “So what brings you here, being a loner and all?”
“Bonnie bailed on me.” You replied.
“Witches.” Damon rolled his eyes, then picked up his drink to cheers with you. You couldn’t lie though, Damon is very attractive with that crisp jaw line and gorgeous blue eyes, but, as your hybrid friend, Klaus once said, he’s an ‘arse’.
From the corner of your eye, you see Klaus and Kol enter The Grill. He saw you from afar and decided to give you a wave.
Oh, Niklaus Mikaelson. Something about him intrigued you. You couldn’t lie to yourself that overtime, you grew some sort of feelings for this hybrid of a man. The Mikaelson’s mansion was a place you visited regularly to hang out with one of your best friends, Rebekah. Weirdly, whenever Klaus was home, it made you happy. Sometimes, he even made you nervous. Although he is a “bad boy” to most, he was always kind to you.
Instead of sitting at a table or walking towards the bar, Klaus and Kol went straight to the pool table. It bummed you out a little because you’d rather be hanging out with them instead of Damon. You didn’t want to seem desperate by going up to them, so you just stayed where you were.
20 minutes later…
The past 20 minutes consisted of drinking two more rounds with Damon. By this time, you were already feeling a bit tipsy. Every couple of minutes, your eyes would wander to see what Klaus was up to.
Damon received a call on his phone from Alaric, so he excused himself to the bathroom to take the call. Again, you couldn’t resist so you looked again to see was Klaus was doing. It was perfect timing (sarcastically) because some random girl comes up to him to talk. From your view, she sat up on the edge of the pool table chatting with Klaus, while he stood about 2 feet away, grinning at her. It did make you quite jealous because you wanted to be in her spot right now. Being the human that you are, you wished you had vampire hearing so that you could hear what they were talking about.
Damon returns which gave you the idea to boost your self esteem a little. Yes, it’s wrong to use people, but this is Damon we’re talking about here. No harm done.
“So, where were we?” He sat down in his original spot, smirking while raising a brow. In response, you started twirling a piece of hair with your finger. The alcohol was already getting to the both of you, so everything was somewhat a blur right now. “Oh yeah. That pretty little number you’re wearing is very…tempting.” Damon gave you the elevator look.
“Oh is it?” With your elbow leaning on the counter top, you rested your chin on your hand, slowly inching yourself closer to Damon. Damon notices so he scoots over closer to you, then starts slowly rubbing his hand on your thigh.
One more round later and you found Damon holding your hand to guide you to his car. You failed to walk with balance, but you didn’t care because you were drunk. What you didn’t realize is that Klaus noticed you leave The Grill with Damon, with knowledge of what that is going to lead to.
Luckily for you, you still had your morals. Although it was tempting at first, you didn’t let the alcohol get to your head by sleeping with Damon. So instead, you had a bright idea to have some fun by blasting music while dancing around the living room with Damon. He respected your change of plan and was up for whatever you wanted to do.
Sadly, it wasn’t long until your fun ended because it awoke Stephen which led to him shutting down your two person party. Damon turned off the music, then you both made your way to his bedroom, taking two glasses and a decanter filled with liquor with you.
“No sex alright?” You chuckled, setting the glasses and decanter on the nightstand. After that, you removed a few articles of clothing, leaving your shirt, bra and panties on.
“Fine by me. Go ahead and get your cuddle on.” Damon removed his shirt and pants, then covered the lower half of his body with his blanket.
You sat up on the bed, then reached over to pour yourself a glass of liquor.
The next couple of hours led to the both of you talking about your life, his vampire life. Still being a little drunk, you even brought up your little crush on Klaus. If you were sober, you wouldn’t have.
“Klaus?” Damon looked at you confused. “That dude’s a murdering maniac.”
You rolled your eyes at Damon. “And you are?” I mean you had a point. Damon isn’t an angel and neither is Stefan. Stefan had his ‘Ripper’ phase.
“Touche.” Damon scowled, then got up to point at the empty glass and decanter on the nightstand for you to hand to him. After he filled ¼ of his glass, he raised his glass to cheers with you. “A toast.”
“For?” You questioned.
“A fun, sex-less night.” He chugged his glass. You let out a laugh as a response before chugging yours. “You know. You’re not too shabby. Tonight was fun.” Damon added on.
After about an hour of non stop chit chatting, you fell asleep in Damon’s bed. The following morning, Damon was still asleep, so you put on the rest of your clothes and your shoes, then headed home to freshen up and make yourself brunch.
The food you cooked left you satisfied, so you spent the next couple of hours watching Netflix. Eventually, you got bored so you texted Rebekah to let her know that you’re stopping by to hang out.
You got inside your car and still no word from Rebekah, but you oh well, you had your own key copy to The Mikaelson’s mansion, so you headed there anyways.
16 minutes later you arrived, parking your car on the large driveway. Before entering the home, your phone vibrated, so you pulled it out of your purse to see a text from Rebekah:
‘I’m on my way home from the store. I’ll be there soon.’
Entering the home it was silent and the first person you saw was Klaus resting on the couch drawing. He didn’t look up to say hi to you at all. You figured he was just too caught up in his drawing that he wasn’t aware of his surroundings, so you made your presence known saying, “Hi Nik.”
Nothing. Not a word came out of his mouth. It was obvious by now that he was giving you the cold shoulder, so you tried again to get a peep out of him by walking up closer to him, waving your hand in front of you at your eyes’ view. “Hello?”
“Oh hey.” Niklaus replied sternly. But still, he didn’t look up to make eye contact with you, he just kept his eyes at his drawings.
You put your hands on your hips, looking at him in confusion. “Okay seriously, whats going on. Are you mad at me?” After knowing Klaus for months now, you already knew that whenever he is drawing or painting, he doesn’t act this standoffish, he’s normally more talkative with you.
Klaus took a deep breath in, then stood up, leaving his drawing on the couch. By the looks of it, he looked like he was ready to snap at you, but instead he put his bad temper aside, leaving a sly grin on his face. “Well. I’m not mad, love.” You sighed in relief to his response, then he added, “but I am disappointed in you just a tad.”
You crossed your arms in front of your chest. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh. Well. I don’t know. Maybe going home with Damon doing god knows what.”
“Wait what?” You glared. “First of all, I didn’t even sleep with Damon. And second of all, why does it matter if I go home with another man?”
Klaus didn’t respond. Instead, he glanced up at the ceiling then looked back at you. It irritated you, so you decided to add on, “And you shouldn’t be the one to talk. You were also having the time of your life with that brunette last night.” You’re right though. How come Klaus is all of a sudden making it his business? You were wondering what he was up to with this.
“I wasn’t, actually. I was just being a nice lad to the girl.” Klaus walked up closer to you. “And I might even hate myself for saying this.”
“Okay, now you’re confusing me.” You tilted your head, putting your hands back at your hips.
“I don’t know how and I don’t know what it is about you, love.” Klaus lowered his voice, making it sound crisp and soothing. Then, he walked up even closer with his face being just inches away from yours. You didn’t know where he was going with this, so you just stood there speechless, giving him the spotlight. “To my surprise and to yours, I’ve grown quite fond of you, Y/N.”
Your eyes widened and butterflies started making their way into your stomach. “You what?” Is he saying what you think he’s saying?
Niklaus wrapped his hands around your upper arms, then continued with his little speech, “If your feelings don’t match mine, that’s alright, love. I know that it’s hard for a fine lady like yourself to have mutual feelings for a monster like me. But I had the need to tell you.” You can see the sadness in his eyes after saying his part.
He let go of the weight of his hands around your arms and let it fall, then he quickly looked away then looked back at you once he heard a peep out of your mouth.
“You know what?” You said, softening your tone of voice to express your feelings.
“What?” Klaus asked.
You rested both of your hands on Klaus’s chest, then made direct eye contact with him. “You don’t understand how long I’ve felt this way. I was too afraid to tell you because I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same. I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we already had.” It felt as if a huge weight has been lifted off of your shoulders, and to your relief, you were overjoyed that Klaus feels the same way about you.
“Well that’s just peachy then, sweetheart.” Klaus smiled, then grabbed both of your hands to slowly kiss at them both, making you blush.
The timing was hilariously perfect because in walks in Rebekah from the front door, struggling with her shopping bags, looking confused as ever seeing you and Klaus standing way too close to each other. You and Klaus just froze. To the both of you, it felt like you guys got caught making out in front of your parents or something.
Rebekah instantly sensed that something was going on, so she stopped what she was doing and asked, “What are you two doing?”
Overview: Y/n has been in love with her best friend Shawn, she finally gets the courage to tell him but instead she finds him kissing another girl. He tracks her down and their feelings are revealed.
Authors note: okay so this is not a request but I got some inspo last night and I really just wanted to write something
“If you don’t say anything, Shawn’s never going to realise how his best friend is so in love with him,” Shay tells me, curling the last strand of her hair before flicking it over her shoulder. Her eyes meet mine in the bathroom mirror.
“There’s no point. We have a great thing going and if I told him how I really felt- it would just ruin our whole friendship.” I scowl, annoyed at my lack of faith in myself to just tell Shawn how I feel.
“Y/n. I swear you may be book smart but you are not boy smart.” She giggles and I look at her questionably.
“Excuse you, but I have a lot of knowledge on boys-”
“Oh honey,” Shay coos, patting my hand that was resting on the bench. “You both are actually so cute.”
“What do you mean?” I start to pack up the make up brushes that Shay had been using.
“You’re into him. He’s definitely into you. You’re both too scared to tell each other how you feel. It pains me to watch the both of you together.”
“He’s not into me.” I don’t look at her but I feel her turn to look at me.
“Alright, listen. Tonight at the party. Shawn is going to be there and so are you. You’re going to go right up to him and tell him how you feel.” She holds my shoulders in a tight grip, forcing me to meet her eyes. “He leaves for tour day after next so if things really fuck up you won’t have to see him- deal?”
I nod hesitantly, stomach flipping at the prospect of what I was about to do.
Characters: Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7
Warning/s: Dom!Yugyeom, Lots of hair pulling (just
because hahaha), thigh and butt smacking (hmmm), choking (mild), Bondage
(light), Thigh Riding (because I love Yugyeom’s slender thighs they scream
sex), Actual riding hahaha sorry about that, Dry humping???, what
else?? Idk anymore jfc just read it
Length: 5,768 words
A/N: OK!!! So this is the 7th and last installment
of my GOT7 Smut Series, 7 Days of Heaven!
It took me centuries to finally complete this hahaha and it’s been more
than 5 months since I posted the teasers (can you believe it omg). I wanted to thank each and every one of you
who had consistently shown love and support for this series! I didn’t really expect to receive this much
love and appreciation so I really, really am thankful!!!
By the way
here is the final installment, I hope it is good? And things got a bit out of hand, as always,
so I hope this makes up for the weeks rather months of waiting!
make sure to read until the end :)))))))))))))))) That’s it, enjoooooooooy!
At this point, Mark and Jaebum are already downing the rest of the
soju and beers that you guys had left behind while waiting for Jinyoung to come
back. They cannot make you stop talking
about their younger members and your sexual desires towards them, making them
more awkward by the second, hoping that you just finish rambling and mumbling
so that they can put you to bed and they can all either go home or sleep on
your guest room or living room.
“_____, let’s tak-“
“WAAAAIIIIT, M’ not yet done, k?”
Your voice is turning slurry and Mark just slumped on the couch and Jaebum
just let out a sigh.
“Just let her finish, then we can tuck her to bed once she’s
done.” Jaebum pats Mark’s thigh and the
“So, we’re down to the maknae of GOT7, ______, Yugyeom, what can
you say about him?” Mark asks before
downing the rest of his beer.
“OH OH OH, that maknae, Yugyeom, damn! He is so sexy when he dances. Have you seen Hit the Stage? Hot damn! It is the first time that I envied a fucking
floor. Can he hump on me like that
too? Huh??? What do you think? That will be great, right? Damn…”
You giggled loudly and Jinyoung already came back.
“OK OK, so I guess we are all done, oppa’s gonna tuck you to bed,
okay? ______?” You nodded and you barely had your eyes open
when Jinyoung asks you to jump on his back, carrying you upstairs towards your
room. Jaebum and Mark just sighed before
cleaning the mess in the living room as they waited for Jinyoung to come back
so that they can all go home and call this a night.