i want to bite his cheeks

“Can I take you on a date?” Rick murmurs, and Morty’s cheeks turn pink.

He turns to face his boyfriend, gaze appreciatively raking over his body as the warm water of the shower pours over the older mans body. Morty bites his lip.

“Y- You want to take me on a date?” He murmurs, and Rick nods his head.

“I do. I- I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with it.” His hand lifts, fingertips gently touching Morty’s cheek, the look of absolute adoration in the older mans eyes making Morty’s knees weak. “We don’t have to hide anymore.” He whispers.

Morty’s heart jumps embarrassingly, and when he feels tears pricking his eyes he hides his face in his boyfriends chest.

“I love you.” He whispers. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

Rick’s fingers find Morty’s chin and he tips it up, swooping down and pressing their lips together.

“Nothing is ever going to tear us apart.” He promises, and Morty nods his head immediately. “Rick and Morty, forever and ever.”

“100 years.” Morty agrees, eyes shining with undisguised love for the older man.

Rick grins, and then chuckles and drops to his knees. Morty’s face ignites red.

“Try to keep your balance.” He murmurs.

Chicken is DONE!!!!!

Sooooooooooo this ended up being a BIT longer than I originally intended… but who can resist the call of Ninoir! 

Since A. I don’t want to blow up your feeds and B. It’s been forever since part 1 anyways I have uploaded the whole story onto AO3 here: 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11185719

Please check it out!!!!! 

Meanwhile here is a brief teaser of what’s inside! 


Plagg was wrong. This was a fantastic idea. Maybe Adrien couldn’t handle some playful flirtation, but Chat Noir was a CATsannova of the first order. Maybe it was true that his friends would never know, but that was ok. He could deal with their teasing and poking, and the large pile of sly comments that seemed to constantly go over his head. He would know better. He would know who the TRUE king of chicken was.

He shifted slightly, checking to make sure he was perfectly situated in the small sliver of light pouring out onto the balcony.

“Well,” he drawled, loud enough that he knew he would be heard through the headphones, “aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes.”

“Oh my god!” Nino cried, jumping up at the sound of someone else on the balcony, and then jumping back another two feet when he realized who was speaking to him. “It’s Chat Noir! Chat Noir is on my balcony! OMG this is the best! I so need to call Alya!”

“Come now,” Chat purred, rolling his shoulders back and lowering his eyes into a predatory smoulder, “we don’t need anyone else interrupting this little tête-à-tête. After all, intimate gatherings are so much more pleasant, don’t you think?”

Chat had to bite back a smile of triumph as he watched Nino’s eyes go wide, his cheeks darkening visibly even in the dim evening light.

“I… uh… yeah I guess,” he stuttered, hastily pulling off his headphones and straightening his glasses. “So, what bring you out this way?”

Chat took a couple of steps forward, his smile widening. “Do I need an excuse to want to see the best looking guy I know?” he asked with a playful eyebrow raise.

Across The Hall

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 2000

Prompt:

“My date is tonight and I can’t cook to save my life so I was hoping maybe you can cook something and I could pass it off as my own,” Harry says.

Y/N giggles, walking down her hallway and into the living room where she can see her door is wide open, she closes it and turns back to Harry. He’s looking at her with a hopeful look in his eyes and a charming smile that Y/N can’t deny.

“Of course, I mean you helped me move, it’s the least I can do” Y/N smiled, “what time is your date?”

“Seven,” Harry says.

Y/N places her lower lip in between her teeth and her hands on her hip as she thinks, “okay yeah, I can do that, is this like a I want to actually date you date or a tinder type thing?”

“Tinder.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and hold the door open, “I’ll do it, but I do not agree with your motives.”

or

Y/N is the girl across the hall who tries to help Harry find a girl to settle down with, but Harry wants Y/N so he sabotages all his dates.


Harry was the first to notice Y/N.

She was standing next to her moving truck, pulling her hair into a ponytail with the blue scrunchie wrapped around her wrist. She was cute-not the normal type Harry would go for-but he would still try. Y/N was cute, and somehow dressed modest on the hottest day of the year, a white t-shirt tucked into a pair of sky blue shorts and sneakers, Harry was sure he hadn’t seen a girl with as much clothing as she had on, and that spoke loads to his character and choice women.

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Open To Interpretation: Negan x Reader

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

A/N: Ya’ll. I’m so fuckin’ swamped in responsibility. I feel a lil guilty about coming back with something non-Rami but fuck it. Some other things I wanna say: Send me anything. Send me asks. I wanna answer you guys’ questions. Be nosy as hell. Also, I have something you might be interested in coming up after my birthday which is in like 2 weeks. Please feel free to request more Negan stuff, I’m branching out bitches.

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Warnings: Inappropriate teacher/student relationship (student is of legal age in the US and UK), smut, the usual. Also, I wrote the character a little more like myself bc I feel like I keep writing the same kind of reader and its getting tedious. Hit my inbox if this is you af. ALSO HIT MY INBOX IF YOU’VE EVER HAD ANY KIND OF TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIP? SPILL THE TEA I’M NOSY.

Word count: 4448  


“Preserving innocent life, orderly living in society, worshipping god, educating children, and reproducing.” His deep, gravelly voice fills the lecture hall. All his students are enraptured, a rare thing for many teachers. He pauses before continuing. “What are the issues with these precepts that Aquinas put forward?”

You bite your lip anxiously. Answering questions in class isn’t an issue for you, in fact your teachers often tell you to give the other students a chance, but your Philosophy and Ethics professor makes you somewhat nervous. Tall, late forties, gorgeous black beard with silver streaks and piercing hazel eyes. The recipe for a crippling medley of anxiety and attraction.

Despite this, impressing him and getting your grade is often the reason you manage to pluck up the courage to respond to his queries, his opinion of you is something you are very conscious of. You glance around the room to see no one has raised their hand. You decide to take one for the team, slowly lifting your arm from the desk.

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He tries to make you jealous (Zach Dempsey)

shit, so i’ve been in love with thirteen reasons why recently. it’s got me hooked. zach dempsey has been one of my crushes on the show, so here’s one based on this prompt. i’d love taking suggestions! ring me up if you have any ideas- or, better yet, drop by my ask if you want me to make any more for you.

prompt: “i like you a lot, so i tried getting you jealous,” ft. zachary dempsey

Originally posted by pitterpratter


“Ah shit, Y/N,” Jess Davis groans as she wiggles into the tight row of cushioned chairs, trying to make her way to the middle of the line next to you. You giggle as the popcorn spills all around her clenched hand and into the laps of everyone nearby. There are whimpers of “Sorry, sorry!” and grunts before she finally lands into the cushioned chair next to you and sighs. “Ah Jesus, I didn’t know that would be so hard.”

"Maybe you should lay off the gummy worms,” You put in, and laugh as she glares at you and hits your arm. Your hand digs in the popcorn and you stuff a handful into your mouth, the satisfying crunch as you chew making you moan. Ah, popcorn. Jess rips open a pack of the gummies and snorts at you. “Maybe save those noises for Dempsey, hon.”

You choke on a kernel as she purses her lips trying not to laugh, her eyes steadying on the previews onscreen. A few snickers make it out either way, and you scowl at her and stuff more handfuls in your mouth.

Zach Dempsey and you, to put it lightly, were not friends. It was difficult to push you into a room together and not expect a night of sour jabs and endless bickering. Everyone at school knew it, and it was something that happened way before you were even freshmen. There was never a time you weren’t at each other’s throats. One time, he’d spilled liquor down the front of your dress at some party and you’d hidden his pants in a bush while he was in the hot tub later that night. Lately it’d been more of a joke between your friends, with Jessica mockingly swooning how romantic you two would be. 

The lights start to dim and you wiggle back into your seat, ready for some good old romcom- and then the Paramount clip cuts into black for a moment, making you groan and try to dodge whoever was blocking your view. You crane your entire body and glare daggers at the idiot who interrupted your film before it even started. You loved your movies, and you were pretty serious about getting the “full movie theatre experience” (which Jess liked to mock). Please, you were paying a good four dollars for a movie you could watch for free online. Your eyes rise up to the back of his head, taking in a mess of straight black hair, broad shoulders and the school’s infamous Letterman jacket hanging on them. You memorized the back of that head. You knew those shoulders.

It was Zach Dempsey. With him were Jason Friar and Justin Foley, all wearing their Lettermans. You felt Jess shift in her seat at the sight of them. Wrapped in Zach’s arm was a smaller girl, snuggled into his shirt and playing with his fingers around her neck. They scooched into the seats almost directly in front of you, with the girl turning her head suddenly and getting the tips of her ponytail in Zach’s mouth. He swats it away, annoyed, but smiles instantly when she turns her head to look at him.

“Oh no,” You moan, making Jess snicker at you. You don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to Foley and turn away. “Just what I needed.”

"Who’s the girl?” Jess wonders, squinting. “Not a cheerleader. That’s Jenny, I think. Or her friend Bryana. I can’t be sure. We have Com with them.”

"Ugh, who cares,” You roll your eyes and try to turn to the movie. As long as they don’t ruin your film. This was some good stuff showing- if you focused enough, maybe you could ignore them. Jess shrugs and follows suit. You take a sip of your cherry cola as Martin Freeman jogs up into the scene.

The movie drifts by, but you find that you don’t enjoy it as much as you would have. Your eyes keep landing on the back of Dempsey’s head- and as much as you hated it, his arm around the girl’s. Your popcorn started tasting sour. You focus on some surfer guy’s abs an hour in but your mind keeps drifting somewhere else. Suddenly, before you can even blink, Zach cranes his neck slowly and looks directly at you, as if he knew you were there the entire time. He catches you looking and his cheeks tinge pink as he whips back around. Jess snickers. “That’s like, the fourth time he’s done that.”

"What?” You blink. Wouldn’t you have noticed? Jess takes a slurp of her drink. “Yeah, didn’t you notice? I mean, he’s had like two bathroom breaks. Both times he’d looked right at you before he took his seat.”

You decide not to say anything and reach out for a gummy worm. You keep watch, but Zach never craned his head again.

The movie ends before you know it, and Jess is a mess. You can’t stop laughing at her state, and after a while she laughs with you and dabs at her tears with paper napkins, but her mascara’s everywhere. “Shit, Y/N, why aren’t you crying with me?” She scowls, and starts hicupping. You try to hide your smile. You find it best not to tell her that you were staring at other things than the movie.

The lights flick back on and the people file out. You grab your empty popcorn buckets and leave, but not before Jess excuses herself to the comfort room to freshen up. You drop the buckets in the trash can near the snacks counter in the lobby and wait for her, waving a hand at Hannah Baker, who was filling up drinks at the soda fountain. Your hand travels to your back pocket and realize your phone is missing, so you run back into the cinema’s swinging doors hoping not to find it lodged in between seats with a wad of chewed up gum.

You find something even more tramautizing. Sitting on Zach Dempsey’s lap was his date, clutching his face with her pale hands and making out with him. He’s fidgeting in his seat, but trying to keep still. You note that his hands are on the cup holders and not on her waist. Your face screws up and you groan in disgust, picking your phone up from floor. “Christ, Dempsey, get a room.”

Zach’s eyes widen and he scrambles up, pushing the girl out of his lap. “Yeah? Well, this was an empty room ‘til you showed up, Y/N.”

You snort, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “You’re a pig, Dempsey.” There are mumbles of "Ooh”’s from Foley as you stalk back to the entrance, where Jess was waiting for you, ready for some milkshakes at Rosie’s. You loop your arm in hers, failing to hear the “Shit, man,” and swears from inside the theatre.

-

You head into school next Monday with a great start, munching on your bagel as you make it to your locker. You’re wearing an oversized hoodie and high waisted jeans, but it doesn’t stop the jocks from whistling when you pass by. You roll your eyes at them and chew on your bagel as you turn the corner. High school boys were too immature. No wonder you never found the want to date one.

Passing by you in the hallway was Zach Dempsey, crowded with his band of loud friends who are laughing and pushing each other. You meet his eye and he stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and look away, and you can almost hear him sigh in defeat. Someone slaps him on the shoulder and whistles as you walk by. “Daaamn, Dempsey, you gotta let us share.” You don’t see him shove the guy and stalk off.

The first half of the day passes by like a breeze. By the time fourth period ends, you barely feel like the day has started. You head out for the cafeteria, stacking all your books in your arms and making it through the door, but it wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps running after you. “Hey, wait up, Y/N!”

You turn around and groan, continuing to walk. “Dempsey.” You try not to glance as he jogs up next to you and ruffles his hair, staring at you with this half grin of his you didn’t want to admit you liked.

“Uh, hey.” “Something you need?”

“No, uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you.” He looks at you sheepishly.

“Okay, talk.”

“Um, you look nice today,” He offers, biting his cheek. You stop, staring at him in disgust. “What?” He trails. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding with me.” You shake your head in disbelief and keep walking.

“What’s wrong?” He keeps up. “Seriously, Dempsey, are you hitting on me now?” “And why would that be so terrible?”

“Geez, Dempsey, what is wrong with you?” You deadpan. “You are such an ass, you know that? Do you always treat girls like shit?” You gape at his blank face. “Jenny. From last Saturday. You think it’s OK to throw girls around like that?”

“What? No! I- uh, Jenny and I aren’t serious, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He winces, scratching his neck.

“Yeah, right. Of course not.”

“Look, can I take you out this weekend? To Rosie’s maybe? I’ve wanted to maybe get to be with you out of school. We could go to the movies?” You’re at the cafeteria doors now, but Zach shuts them with his left arm, blocking the way in front of you. You snort. “You can’t be serious.” You watch as his face falls and his mouth twitches.

“What’s so bad about going out with me?”

“God, you are such a jerk, Zach!” You groan, throwing your free hand in exasperation. He winces at the sound of his name being used so hatefully- he’s only ever heard you say Dempsey. He tries to forget about all the times he’s dreamed of his name coming out of your mouth, but decides he hates it when you yell it at him. “You think it’s fun, don’t you? Having no respect for girls whatsoever. You get off buttering them up with kisses and flowers and take them to the movies only to ignore them completely a day or two later. Who, in their right mind, would ever want to go out with someone like you?”

“I only ever wanted to go to that fucking movie theatre because I heard you were going to be there!” His voice rises to a shout. It echoed through the halls, and you wince knowing someone would hear. “You think I wanted to watch that stupid chick flick, with all that shit about high heels and prom? Fuck, I never even liked Jen! Why would I when I’ve always wanted someone else?”

His breath was heavy. Suddenly it was hard to swallow. You try to stand your ground, staring at him. “Nice one. You think it’d be easy for me to believe that, what with your list of conquests and a new girl making out on your desk each week? You must be daft, Zach Dempsey.”

He scowls. “I never wanted them. Never. I just- I just thought that maybe if you saw that everyone wanted me, just maybe you would have wanted me too.” His face softens, and he starts fiddling with his fingers. “Okay, I get it. You could never want me. I know, I just thought I could change that somehow. I’m used to getting my way, you know. Girls flock me, throw themselves at me. I’m used to getting everything I want, but then you’re here, in front of me, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss anything more in my life.”

“Okay,” You say softly, before you can stop yourself. He barely hears it, but his ears perk up. “What’d you say?”

“I said okay,” You clear your throat, and bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as his lips form into a helpless grin. “Saturday night, Rosie’s?”
“Fuck yes!” He fistbumps the air, then stops as soon as he realises you’re still in front of him. You giggle and hide your face in your hands as he leans forward without thinking, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air. You couldn’t help your cheeks from turning red. Zach Dempsey was adorable. He really was.

“Okay, I’ll see you in Trig?” He asks, palming his phone in his front pocket. He’d have to tell Foley, he was thinking. Man, his best friend would be so proud. His head was rushing when he swooped in and pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. “I can’t wait.”




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baby fever [parenthood series #1]

 summary: Bucky wants a baby. || fluff & nsfw || [future]dad!bucky x reader ||

warnings: your heart will grow like the grinch at this sweet content, nsfw, smut, trying for a baby, fear of parenthood, [intentional] unprotected sex, mentions of prenancy, mentions of Steve/Natasha and their baby Sarah

note: I’ve been posting dad!bucky fics here and there, so I decided to make a legit series and stuff about it called ‘Parenthood.’ This series will show everyone how Bucky’s little family was started, and how they progress through milestones and all of that. Here’s the first part called ‘Baby Fever!’ 

Originally posted by thewiinterrsoldiier

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Lovesick

A Bucky x Reader / smut

A/N: This is a rewrite of one of my SPN fics called ‘Purr’. I haven’t had much of a mojo to write anything new, but I wanted to put some kind of content out for you guys. Also, you’ll be happy to know it’s mechanic!Bucky. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think ♥

Word Count: 1,629

Warnings:
- SMUT.
- 18 or over please.
- if i see any blog under 18 like this or reblog it, I will have to block you.
- please, always wear a condom.

Tags: (no tags this time besides my peeps, please see the bottom of this fic if you would like to be tagged in future fics)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky had been gawking at you all day like a lovesick teenager. When your eyes would meet his sapphire blues, he’d quickly look away, as if he didn’t want you to notice his wandering eyes. You saw him though, saw his shimmering orbs scan over every inch of your body, stopping at your breasts and lingering there. Sometimes his mouth would hang open just an inch as he stared and you were surprised he never drooled, those perfect pouty lips making you want to attack his mouth in broad daylight.

You’d be lying if you said you were the innocent one, the urge to fuck his brains out growing with each moment you spent with him. When he was practicing his combat skills at Stark Tower, or tuning up Steve’s bike in the garage, you’d watch the muscles work underneath his skin with each movement, longing to run your fingers over each vein.

You’d brought him a bottle of water and watched drops of sweat run down his forehead, across his cheek, and disappear into his shirt. You’d balled your hands into fists at your sides, the urge to taste the salty liquid from his skin overwhelming you. So many times you had thought about what it would be like to feel his huge, strong hands working you over like he did baby’s engine.

“Y/N?” Bucky said sharply, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts. You clenched your thighs together and could already feel the wetness pooling in your panties. “Can you pass me that wrench from the toolbox?” You got up on shaky legs and grabbed the wrench you thought he needed from the rusted, red toolbox on the backseat.

“Thank you,” he started, taking it from your hands. “But that’s not the one. Let me show you.” His hand found the small of your back, leading you to the toolbox. He pulled out the correct wrench and presented it to you. His hand was on your back again, guiding you back to Steve’s bike. “See, this one fits because of the way this bolt goes.” You watched him bend over, admiring the grease that was speckled up and down his forearms and biceps. You were suddenly uncomfortable, your thoughts turning to pure filth as you imagined him smearing that grease all over your naked skin.

“I- I’m gonna go inside,” you stammered, fidgeting with your hands. “It’s too hot out here.”

You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you as you walked to the door of your motel room, your heart beating loudly in your chest. You closed the door behind you and pressed your back to it, letting out the deep breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Suddenly exhausted, you flopped down on your stomach onto the bed closest to the door, and fell asleep almost instantly.


You had no idea how much time had passed, but sunlight was still shining through the curtains as you fluttered your eyelids open. After your brain peeked through your sleep induced fog, your senses realized what had awoken you. Calloused fingertips ran down your bare thighs from behind you, followed by full hands rubbing your tired muscles. You closed your eyes again and took moment to catch your breath, knowing it was Bucky.

“Is this okay?” You heard him whisper, the smell of oil and leather invading your senses. Suddenly, his hands were right below your ass, cupping the soft flesh there.

“Are you joking?” you asked without thinking, feeling goosebumps rise along your skin at his touch. This is what you’d been dreaming about for weeks. “Please don’t stop.”

As if a switch had been flipped in him, Bucky suddenly had his hands around your waist, flipping you over onto your back. He was still covered in grease, even more so now from working on the bike. His hands moved hungrily underneath your shirt, smearing the black substance along your heated skin. You felt like you were on fire, about to combust, when his lips suddenly crashed into yours. A moan escaped your lips and got lost in his mouth, as he brought your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this? To touch you like this?” He growled into your neck, as he peppered it with quick and lustful kisses. “Too fucking long.”

“I- I saw the way you looked at me,” you managed to say, Bucky’s lips moving down to your collarbone and suckling there. “Like you were undressing me with your eyes.”

Bucky brought his eyes up to meet yours; those beautiful, swirling pools of blue. You felt your breath hitch at the sudden eye contact, your teeth biting on your bottom lip. You swore his face was made of marble, the beautiful creases by his eyes and even the tiny scar on his cheek so beautiful. You brought your hand up to trace the lines on his cheeks, and his eyes instinctively closed at your soft touch.

“You caught me,” he answered with a sly smile, his tongue snaking out to swipe over his plush bottom lip. “Now I want to undress you for real. Do you mind?”

His eyes were glinting with mischief and lust. How could you say no to someone so attractive? You shook your head no, unable to form words. Bucky quickly disposed of your grease covered t-shirt and bra, following with your cotton shorts. You suddenly remembered that you had failed to put on any panties today, suddenly self-consciously naked under his intimidating gaze. Bucky whistled, the sound echoing off the motel room walls.

“Would you look at that pretty pussy?” he groaned out, brushing his thumb softly across your already swollen clit. “Just as I imagined it would be.”

He got down on his knees at the end of the bed and put his palms underneath your ass to pull you closer to him. Your nipples were so sensitive and hard already, you couldn’t help but roll them between your fingers as you watched Bucky’s mouth come closer and closer to your dripping sex. “What do you say I make you purr like Steve’s bike outside, hmm?”

Before you could even answer, his soft lips were wrapped around your clit. At first, his tongue moved in torturous circles around your bundle of nerves, before sucking it into his mouth and making your toes curl. Every few seconds he’d stop, allowing you to catch your breath and swiping his tongue inside you to taste your juices, before sucking your clit into his mouth again and again. You were so close to cumming already and he could tell, your entire body trembling, your legs instinctively trying to close around his head. Bucky inserted one of his thick fingers inside you, growling at your walls pulsing around it.

“Fuck,” he growled, curling up his finger to brush perfectly against your g-spot. “Let me feel you cum, Y/N.”

That’s all it took for your orgasm to crash through you in a violent wave, your entire body jerking on the bed, your moans reaching the ceiling.

“You’re so sweet and you taste even sweeter,” Bucky said, sucking your juices off his finger. Your entire chest and face was flushed scarlet from your orgasm, your pussy aching for Bucky to fill you up.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, tugging at his belt and pulling him closer.

“Tell me,” he commanded, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

“I need to feel you fill me,” you whispered, and his eyes lit up even more. His pants and boxers were pooled around his feet quicker than you could blink. You gasped at the sight of his hard, thick cock pointed right in your direction. You couldn’t help but reach your hand out to grab it, to feel the ridges and veins glide in your palm as you stroked him up and down. You licked the bead of precum off the tip of his cock, ensuring you made eye contact with him the entire time.

“Lay back,” he said, taking his cock into his own hand and lazily stroking it. He spread your legs apart with his free hand and ran the head along your slick folds, brushing it against your clit with each turn. He eased himself in slow, allowing your tight walls to accommodate his size. Bucky hissed between his teeth as he sunk himself deep inside you, feeling your sweetest spot against his sensitive tip. He pumped his hips into you at a slow pace at first, but you were already desperate for more friction, desperate for him to fuck the ever loving shit out of you.

“Faster,” you breathed out, the desperation in your voice thick and needy. “Harder. Fuck me.”

Bucky pumped into you faster and faster, the redness creeping up his chest as he fucked you deeper and deeper. His fingers dug into your ankles so deeply, he left marks. The sweat from his brow was dripping onto your stomach now,

“I’m going to fucking cum so deep inside you,” he grunted out between thrusts, the feeling of his hard cock pulling at your walls making you want to cum again. “I can’t hold it anymore.” You watched as Bucky’s face contorted and you felt his cock twitch inside you as he came, sending you over the brink yourself. You both moaned each other's’ names as you released, tingles pricking at your skin. He collapsed on top of you, the grease from his arms now rubbing all over you once more. Once you were both able to catch your breath, Bucky propped himself up on his elbow to look at you.

“You’re all dirty,” he said, a sly smirk on his face. “What do you say I go clean you up?”


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Camping Antics – ArchiexReader! Mini Fic - Part Two.

Hey guys, so here is part two to the Camping Antics mini fic! There will be a part three, just to finish the series off :) pleaaaaase leave me feedback in my ask ya cute lil beans.

Summary: Archie and (Y/N) have some tent fun lol ;)

Warnings: SMUT. TENT SMUT. Naked Archie. You’ve been warned. 

PART ONE HERE. 

PART THREE HERE.

(GIF not mine! Found it on twitter lol)

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Flirt (Intro)

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genre:
fuckboy!jungkook, college!au, smut?, angst?
words: 1.9k
member: jungkook (ft. taehyung)

despising jeon jungkook as he hooks up and steals your best friend away from you. 

(credits to gif owner for the gif that kills all)

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

Jeon Jungkook.

The man who every girl on campus had an eye on, along with his crew of other fuckboys. He would show up on campus with different girls everytime, wrapping their arms around his frame, “claiming him”.

You despised him though, because his next target was your best friend.

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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 4/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Angst & Fluff

A/N: Shout out to @eddiekaspbraks for making THIS moodboard of this fanfiction series, it’s amazing and gO SEND THIS LOVELY BABE SOME LOVE !!  BONUS POINTS IF ANYONE CAN GUESS WHAT SONG I WAS LISTENING TO WHILST WRITING RICHIE’S DESCRIPTION THROUGH EDDIE’S PERSPECTIVE

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It was now Monday morning and Eddie felt his numb fingertips jitter at the seams of his jumper, feeling the weaves under his senseless skin without his pulse guiding him. 

The pills were messing him up. Bad.

His doctor had prescribed the soft pink and white capsules in order to stop being gay, as if what he had was some sick mental illness. Eddie’s mother thought he was twisted, that the rumours weren’t true and that people were lying about her pride and joy. Several days later she realised that Eddie was in fact a homosexual boy. However, she refused to believe it and dragged him to every therapist and doctor in order to ‘save’ him.

He didn’t need saving, he was gay and that was that. He had only told Bill, Ben, Mike and Stan but somehow the word got around school, eventually a teacher had confronted his mother about the matter. He didn’t mean for everyone to know, but now that everyone did- the reaction he got towards his sexuality choice was repulsive.

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Cute Things Boyfriend!Tom does (part 2)
  • if for some reason he arrives somewhere separately from you, he will give everyone in the room a general “hello” before coming to you privately and saying another hello, just for you.
  • whenever he goes shopping for new trousers or has a fitting, he sends you dramatic videos of him showing off how they look in a mirror and zooming in on his bum. (he’s usually singing “my hips don’t lie” of course)
  • though he’d never admit it, after a long period away from you, he likes to be the little spoon. squirming in closer to you and hugging his arms over yours
  • brings you out golfing and even though you’re not particularly good at it, he still cheers you on. (”that’s it darlin’!” “nearly!! you’ve nearly got it!)
  • he also love the excuse of holding you close when helping you set up your swing
  • (there’s also usually a cheeky whisper in your ear, “have we ha sex on a golf course yet? would you like to give it a go?”
  • when he drives, his hand is either laced with yours, resting on the center console or on your thigh, his thumb has also taken to rubbing soothing circles whenever it touches your skin
  • Tom has trouble leaving just one kiss on your skin, he’ll place four, five, six in a row before pulling away
  • he also will mumble “i’ve got to go” against your lips, whenever your make out session needs to end, however; he never can seem to pull away
  • when he’s feeling particularly needy, he will beckon you to lay on top of him and then he wraps his arm around your shoulders so your so close to him, you don’t think you can breathe while he speaks to you in a mushy, gooshy voice “i love you sooooooo much! i never want to leave ya ever again!! love you so much lovely.” 
  • secretly loves when you call him really affectionate pet names
  • like peaches (which you started calling him when he had his wisdom teeth out and his swollen, pink cheeks reminded you of the sweet fruit)
  • occasionally pretends to bite you, every where and any where 
  • recently, it’s a cheeky one to your bum, the bridge of your nose or one to your shoulders with a teasing “just like you when we do it!!”
  • long phone calls to his mum when where he can’t seem to shut up about you “mum, i’m just really, really happy.”
  • “you spell things wrong!!!” he will laugh before adding a “u” into “color” and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head with a “silly girl”
  • squishes your cheeks together and, in an american accent, giggles “Mr. Bus Driver!! Please I’m stuck in the doors!”
  • if he’s off in the bedroom or in a room away from you, you get a text from him that reads “why aren’t we cuddling?”

Destiel + established relationship + blind!dean

For @prayforjensen. Happy birthday, Lee! I love you!!

Dean’s vision begins fading somewhere around the sixth date. He tells Cas that he should get out now but Cas doesn’t budge. 

He started losing his heart somewhere around the third.

Dean gets glasses. He hates them at first, always laughs and says he looks like a nerd. Cas adores them, loves to take them from Dean to clean the lenses before settling them back on his nose. He likes the way they go crooked on Dean’s face when he falls asleep on the couch, loves the sound they make when Dean sets them on the bedside table right before he turns out the light and kisses Cas goodnight.

The prescriptions steadily get stronger, buying them a little more time. In that time, they whisper their first “I love you”s, Cas moves in, and they travel. Cas takes Dean anywhere and everywhere, from the Atlantic Coast to the Pacific. They stop at the Grand Canyon, drive down to Mexico for a day. 

When it seems that Dean’s vision will last the fall, they decide to go to Texas for Austin City Limits. They take a few days before Thanksgiving to drive up the east coast and visit some orchards, see a few lighthouses. They spend a night in Martha’s Vineyard and Dean complains about feeling like some uppity Hartford housewife but he holds Cas close that night as they sit on the beach and watch the stars. 

It’s when they’re in Kansas for the holidays that Dean wakes up, puts on his glasses, and sees so difference. He shakes Cas away, starting to panic.

“Everything is still blurry, C-Cas. Why-why- it shouldn’t” His breathing becomes ragged and there are tears streaking down his face and Cas cups his chin, heart breaking in his chest as he tries to calm Dean down. 

“It’s okay, baby. It’s going to be okay. Just breathe.”

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Good Morning (M)

Genre: S M U T 

Length: 1,000+ words

Kinks: Oppa! kink, slight exhibitionism(???) 

Disclaimer: I am extremely exhausted at the moment, so if this is bad I am so sorry lmao I just felt horrible for slacking off so much on writing and came up with this little drabble/scenario~

Originally posted by yugybearr

“Jagi..” You could hear your boyfriend sweetly coo as he attempted to gently shake you awake, “Jagiya wake up, please..” He whined. “It’s important.” 

Despite how utterly exhausted you were, you knew he wouldn’t stop until you gave him the attention he wanted, “Ya know- you might try to act all daddy all the time and stuff, but you sure act like a child when you want attention..” You halfheartedly teased, turning to face him.

Yugyeom pouted as soon your gaze met his, “Why do you have to be so mean in the mornings babygirl?” He asked in a childish tone. 

“Because I am not a morning person. This is an ungodly hour to wake up at. For fucks sake the sun’s not even completely out yet.” A sleepy little giggle escaped your lips as you motioned over to open curtain that revealed the slight darkness outside, cuddling against him you sleepily asked, “What’s so important any-” Immediately you stop speaking as you felt exactly why he wanted you up so badly. 

His cheeks furiously blushed a bright red, biting his lower lip roughly his eyes wandered over you. Bringing his head down, his plush lips right beside your ear he softly whispered, “Please baby.. Help your precious Oppa feel good.” 

You automatically sat up on your knees, crossing your arms over your chest as you peered down at him with narrowed eyes, “Precious?’ You scoffed, “You’re anything but precious to me right now, Yuggy. I’m tired, I wanna sleep.” You pouted in the cutest way you possibly could.

Yuggy pulled the blanket off him, revealing his hardened member attempting to poke straight up; the only thing stopping it from doing so was his tight grey sweatpants. “Don’t you see how badly i want you baby?” He whined, biting his lip once more as he began to gently rub his clothed member. “Come on baby, you know Oppa can put you right back to sleep once he’s done with you.” 

Though you were completely exhausted, your body began to betray you. The familiar ache in your core ignited as soon as you could see how desperate his was for you, “Fuck..” You airily whimpered as you rolled your eyes, “We can’t though. Everyone’s here.” 

A sly, smug smile painted itself across Yugyeom’s face as his eyes continued their lustful wandering, “So?” He said with a shrug, “They’re all still asleep. You know that babe.” 

“But they’ll wake up sooner or later, if not because of their alarms then because of all the freaking noise we make.” A playful little chuckled flowed out as you crawled over to your needy boyfriend. 

Yugyeom immediately grabbed your waist and sat you on top of him; his large hands lightly caressed your curves as he began peppering candy sweet kisses along the base of your neck and collarbone. “Please baby.” He seductively whispered between each kiss. “Be a good girl for me, sweetheart- Be good for Oppa..” 

His words seemed to make you melt into his embrace, soft little whines began escaping your lips as his hands and lips began exploring your body more. “F- Fuck..” You whined, gently rocking your hips back and forth on his member.

He dragged his hands back down to your hips, roughly digging his fingertips into them as you rubbed your clothed, dripping core on him. A low growl escaped him, the urge to be inside you suddenly becoming more than overwhelming. 

Suddenly he tossed you back onto the bed, your body landing on the black sheets as he stood above you. “I need you now.” He said, gritting his teeth as he practically ripped your favorite pair of lace panties off of you. 

“Babe! those were my favorite~” You playfully whined while he hastily pulled his sweats down, his solid cock springing free as he positioned himself between your legs. 

An anxious chuckle escaped him as he grazed the tip of his member up and down your drenched slit, “I’ll get you new ones..” He looked up at you, quickly flashing a smug grin. “You’re so fucking wet princess.” He cooed, groaning loudly just as he slowly slide himself inside you. “Fuck y/n.” 

Your face contorted in sweet, divine pleasure as he began pumping his length in and out of you, “God, Yuggy~” You sweetly whined as you gripped the sheets. 

“Hush baby..” Yugyeom airily growled, “Do you want the others to hear?” 

At first you nodded, but automatically shook your head seconds after. You wouldn’t be able to face them if they heard the two of you fucking. In between your moans you weakly replied, “No, Sir..” 

“Well, too bad.. I do.” Another smug grin sprawled across his face as he picked up his speed, drilling himself inside you with each hard, long thrust. His finger tips bruisingly dug themselves into your hips. “Ask before you cum baby, got it?”

Despite how badly you tried to contain your moans, Yugyeom just wouldn’t allow it. Every second you stayed silent he fucked you harder and rougher, “F- Fuck..” You whimpered as you couldn’t contain yourself anymore, “Yugyeom!” You shouted nearly at the top of your lungs, your almost throat tearing moans now echoed throughout the dorm. 

Yugyeom threw his head back in complete pleasure, groaning as your walls tightly clenched around his cock, “Shit-” He hissed as the sensation began bringing him closer to his climax, “You gonna cum babygirl?” He breathlessly asked as he lowered himself on top of you. 

“Oh god-” You whined, nodding rapidly while loudly whimpering as the sudden slight change in his position hit your most sensitive spot perfectly. “Yes, holy shit- I’m wanna cum, please let me cum.” 

The sheer desperation in your voice nearly threw him over the edge right then and there. He roughly pressed his lips against yours, his thrusts quickly becoming sloppy, “Me too baby- “ He whimpered as he broke the heated kiss, “Me too, cum with me babygirl. Cum with Oppa..” 

And with that your body seemed to waist absolutely no time at all. Your orgasm wracked through you; turning you into a shaky, drowsy mess. “Oh- Oh god..” You whimpered as you felt your walls contract around him once more, the sensation drove your newly sensitive body crazy. Your eyes rolled back as you roughly bit your lip as your orgasm slowly came to a halt.

Yugyeom followed you over the edge seconds later, “Ahhh~” He breathlessly whined, groaning loudly as he shot his load inside you. He practically collapsed on top of you as exhaustion took over, “Holy fuck..” He said once more as he wrapped his arms around you. 

Just as you cuddled into his embrace, your sleepiness returning almost immediately, he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. “I love-” His sentence immediately being cut off by the sound of whispering coming from the other room.

“Hey! If you guys are done fucking now do y’all want breakfast? Mark and I are starving!” Jackson shamelessly shouted from across the hall, completely killing the moment. 

You buried your face in Yugyeom’s chest, lightly punching him as embarrassment took over. “I hate you..” You shyly teased. “How can I face them now?”

A playful smile spread across his face as he planted another kiss on your head, “Yeah! Y/n’s pretty tired out though, and she might not be able to walk right now so she’s gonna stay in bed for a while.” Your boyfriend puposely shouted back in reply. He gently cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. a soft chuckle flowed out of him as your eyes met his. “Jagi~ How does breakfast in bed sound?” 

God did he make it hard to hate him.

Originally posted by chichangyu

boredom be damned - peter parker

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary:  Prompt #2: “You’re hot when you’re angry.”

All Peter wanted to do was get his homework done before adventuring into the night, but Y/N walks in and turns his study session into a flush session.

Requested: yes @myfriendmagislit

Warning: slight language

Here’s another request for #2! So excited to write this bc this user is the og:) hope you enjoY!!! This is also kinda long so oops lol and I HOPE YOU LIKE IT !!:-) @myfriendmagislit

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Were you supposed to be on your way to Peter’s right now? No. Did you tell Peter you were on your way to him right now? No.

You were bored as hell, it was as simple as that. You tried to entertain yourself in numerous ways, even attempting to do your pre-scheduled homework for tomorrow night. But that put your state of mind into greater boredom. So, you decided you would carry your bored, sorry ass all the way three blocks to Peter’s apartment. It’s not that you only did this when you were extremely bored, you did almost every day. It just turns out that today, Peter didn’t mention to you anything about working on homework or hanging out for the night. This surprised you to an extreme length, due to the fact you and Peter were stuck like glue all day, every day.

So, you being the nosy ass you were, you decided to investigate. Which worked out perfectly because you were bored as well! Of course your sneakiness did play a part in your feet carrying you to Peter’s that night, but it wasn’t only that. And it wasn’t just the boredom.

Maybe it was the pulsing excitement that ran through your veins every time Peter would run up to you with good news about his exciting double life. Or maybe it was the way your heart grew heavy in your chest when Peter’s lean, muscled body would sit closely next to you as you worked on homework, the heat radiating off his frame to hit yours. Or it might be just spending time with your best friend—correction, beautiful best friend, that caused your feelings to intensify as you got older. Maybe it was all of those things and more, that caused your mind to shift your boredom to Peter.

You admitted these intense feelings a while ago, your instinct immediately knowing your affection for the brown eyes, sweet smiling boy as soon as you laid your eyes on him ten years ago. Your friendship blossomed, consisting of ever lasting laughs and good times, it was what everyone dreamed of in a relationship.

The only problem was, the feeling was only one sided. To your dismay, they were extremely one sided. Your friends would constantly say otherwise, swearing that he looked at you the exact way you gazed at him, but you never saw it. You knew they were just trying to make you feel better. Especially due to the fact Liz Allen was someone who constantly popped up in conversations between you and Peter. This obviously made you feel instant loss and regret. But if Peter was happy, you were happy.

You slowly let your yearning thoughts of Peter vanish before arriving at Peter’s door. You sigh, grabbing the key underneath the mat Aunt May had told you about and open the door, the silence hitting you. You shut the door slowly, walking through the living room area, searching for Peter in the so far vacant house. As no sign of Peter approaches, you walk to his bedroom door, knowing that he’d be in there. Your knuckles hit lightly against the white door, shoving one hand  in your side jacket pocket and the other holding your thermos with water as you wait for the door to open.

You hear the jiggle of the door knob and and look up, seeing a wondrous sight that made your eyes look everywhere place in the world besides Peter’s eyes.

“Oh, hey! What are you doing here?” he questioned kindly, quirking his head to the side at your sudden appearance at his door. You tried to remember to breath as your eyes came in contact with a very shirtless, very ripped, and very hot Peter standing before you. Clutching your cup tightly,  your eyes lingered on his sculpted abs as your mouth stood agape at the sight before you.

Thank god for boredom. What would you without it?

“Y/N?” his voice quickly snapped your dirty thoughts of him out of your mind, disrupting everything good in this world. Y/E/C meets a playful brown as your mouth snaps shut, shaking your head vigorously as you leap out of a hazed state.

Almost breathlessly you rush out, “Oh! I-I was just really bored. Needed something to do,” you finish, shrugging your shoulders at your lousy interpretation of boredom.

He raised his eyebrows, opening the door farther for you to enter. You took note of his right muscle flexing at the stretch of his arm before he spoke, “Okay. Yeah, I’m just trying to get my homework done. Tony asked me to do something when I got done, and May’ll kill me if I leave without finishing it.”

You shook your head as a sign of understanding, noticing his seemingly stressed state as you sat down on his bed. He shut the door, turning towards you with his hands on his naked hips, “But yeah you can hang here, I’m just gonna finish the assignment for Algebra. You know how picky Ms. Roberts’ can be,” he chuckled lightly, smiling in your direction.

“Oh and those papers next to you are the chemistry homework, if you need to see it.“

You nodded, a close mouthed smile adorned your lips at his sweet gaze. He sighed before sitting down at his desk, continuing his work, leaving you there.

Is this a fucking joke? Is he seriously not going to put on a shirt? He’s never done this before! But, would you want him to? The view from here is fucking incredible. Boredom be damned.

Your eyes once again scaled his half naked body, but this time it was the back view you got to see. The lamp accompanied his brain in helping him finish his work, the remnants of the light shone on his back muscles. You felt your mouth open once again as you carved the muscles with your eyes, craving to run your fingers over every curve of his body. His bangin’ body was another added bonus to Peter Parker. His sweet smile, incredible personality, and extraordinary intelligence were the major factors that made you fall for him. But this, fuck. This was part of the premium package you didn’t know you had signed up for.

You dazedly watched his shoulder move with arm as he sketched the answer quickly on his paper, and sometimes bring his arm up and run his fingers through his ruffled brown locks. You suddenly remembered the drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, that had probably been there for minutes. You reached your arm up rapidly, attempting to wipe the drool silently and sneakily.

Well, that plan failed.

Because as soon as your hand hit the corner of your mouth, your elbow also hit your thermos, knocking it over and open, all over Peter’s chemistry homework that was lying next to you on his bed.

Fuck.

Eyes widened, your heart rate picked up as you made eye contact with the now soaking wet papers lying sloppily on his bed. A gasp emitted from your throat at the sight of the black ink spreading all over the drenched papers. ruining it even more. Well, your gasp awoke Peter from his intense gaze on his work to quickly looking behind him. His eyes grew at the sight of you directed to the now wet papers and thermos lying on top of them. Your mouth agape, you dared to look at Peter’s gaze hitting you like a brick wall.

He ran over to his ruined work, fingers picking up the wet paper, his gaze flashing from the homework to your guilty Y/E/C eyes staring deeply into his own, "Y/N WHAT THE HELL!”

You gaping lips barely stuttered out a response as you reached over and picked up the thermos, “P-Peter I’m so sorry! It was an accident I swear!” you rushed out, throwing the empty thermos to the ground before yanking the remaining papers off his bed and throwing them in the trash can next to you.

“Y/N THIS HOMEWORK TOOK ME FOREVER ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I WAS SO CLOSE TO BEING DONE! I CAN’T BELIEVE…”

Your eyes shut off instantly as Peter’s voice grew weak and strong at the same time, defeat yet anger taking over his demeanor. But, instead of listening to his rant about your previous actions, you watched his arms point from you to the papers, his bicep flexing every moment he stretched them. His eyebrows furrowed and raised at your gaze just staring at him like he’s speaking gibberish. But, you were noticing his arm and neck veins popping out at the stress in his voice and your insides turned gooey, his state turning you on a lot.

“… Mr. Stark needs me! He finally asked me to do something for once and I  was so ready! Now May won’t let me go! Jesus Y/N, could you of been a little more careful? You-”

Your mind shut off his anger towards you, clouding with scandalous thoughts you’ve never thought of before. This caused your thoughts and apparently brain to shut down as you interrupted his rant.

“You’re hot when you’re angry.”

Oh my god. Those words did not just come out of your mouth. What the fuck are you thinking?! Holy shit he thinks you’re some creep-

“W-What did you just say?” Peter questioned, chest slowly deflating from his previous state. You felt your cheeks sprout bright red as his figure inched closer to yours. Your brain finally wanted to work again, your eyes peeking up from staring intently at the floor after your previous comment. His nerves rose immediately, realizing your thoughts on him.

“W-What? I didn’t say-”

“Yes you did. What did you say?” now Peter’s soft brown eyes were gazing intently in yours, his own cheeks matched yours, both flushed and embarrassed. His heart raced at your sudden exposed feelings towards him, and he couldn’t of been happier.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, biting your lip in guilt as your eyebrows furrowed, “I really didn’t mean to say that. I meant to s-say t-that you were scary when you’re angry, not h-hot. Not that you aren’t hot when y-you’re angry, because you are, obviously I mean look at you! O-Oh my god, I’ll just shut up!” you hollered, an extremely nervous chuckle sprang from your throat, attempting to cover up your immense awkwardness.

Peter’s cheeks flushed even more as he heard it roll off your pretty lips once again, a smile played across his own. His eyes sparkled at your red cheeks staring at the floor. He stepped forward slightly, his head daringly leaned towards your ear, his own nervousness growing per second.

Your heart beat sped at his closeness as his lips brushed your tinted-pink ear, his hot breath whispering against your heated skin, “Maybe I should make you angry sometime.”

And you’re pretty sure you died right then and there.

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Request: Airplane sex and some fluff.  

Word count: 4,5745

Faint, slightly irritating rumbling sounds rang in my ears, slowly pulling me out of my otherwise heavy sleep and forced my sore eyes to blink a few times, before being able to open them fully. At first, everything seemed blurry and the noises surrounding me seemed rather unfamiliar. 

Slowly, waking up fully, I found myself laying in Shawn’s lap with my feet across the empty seat, I should have been sitting in. 

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Soulmates (AU) Part 2

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 2677

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.

Part One


There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people edged her on she got upset.

For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready for.

She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.

“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks down the hallway of her apartment complex.

Y/N shrugs, ‘learn asl,’ she signs.

“The fuck does that mean?” Harry spat.

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Stay With Me

Warnings: Angst, mentions of a car accident.

A/N: This came to me when I was at the library and the song ‘Stay With Me’ by Sam Smith came on. Let me know what you think? I’ll do it as part of my Jeff x Reader series. ALSO I will be doing all of my requests as well, and some of them that I do will just be your memories of Jeff. Should I make it a separate series? Let me know what you guys think! :D

This is just a preview!

“Are you sure you don’t want to go with me? Because I was thinking,” your boyfriend rubs his thumb across your lip. “We can stop and…” he trails off, biting his lip.

You roll your eyes. “You get a taste and now you can’t stop.”

He chuckles at that. “Technically I didn’t get to taste you,” he grins when notices how your cheeks turn pink. “But that can change.”

Suddenly a body bumps into you from behind. “She can’t go anywhere,” Hannah, who has had too much drink, slurs. “She has to stay here and… and…”

“Fine,” Jeff huffs. “Hog my baby.”

You give him an apologetic smile. “Hurry back,” you lean up and kiss him softly. “We can take advantage of one of the rooms. I’ll let you have another taste.”

“Fuck,” he rasps. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” another peck to his lips you watch him walk over to his car. Why he volunteered to do a beer run was beyond you. Once he’s gone, you turn to Hannah. “You’re a mess.”

She giggles. “No, I’m clean!”

 You sigh and wave Clay over who just walked out of the house. “Where’s Jeff?”

“Beer run,” you answer and he frowns.

“But he’s been drinking.”

“He had two beers, two hours ago,” you chuckle. “He’s fine.”

You and Clay try to handle a tipsy Hannah, but she was a sassy drunk. She took her empty beer cup and throws it at Alex. Your brother raises a brow. “Why did she throw a cup at me?”

You can’t help but laugh at that, “She must’ve mistaken you for the trash can.”

“Ha ha ha,” Alex gives you the finger. You laugh again.

But your laugh was cut off by the sound of tires squealing and the sound of- “Oh god, Clay,” you cry. “Jeff!”

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You woke up to feeling of something on your face. You sit up and blink the sleep out of your eyes. It’s Jeff’s fingers, twitching against your cheek. Your eyes widen, “Help! He’s awake!”

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The Doctor opens the door, giving you the okay to go in. “Come on, sweetie,” Mrs. Akins takes your hand in hers and gives it a gentle squeeze. You look over at Clay and Hannah, both of them giving you a smile.

When you walk into the room, the first thing you want to do is throw yourself into his arms, but you don’t. He’s sitting up, but he still looks weak. The doctor follows in behind you.

“Look who’s here to see you, Jeff,” he gives a smile. “Your family. They’ve been here since day one,” he points to you. “Especially this one.”

“Oh honey,” Mrs. Atkins rushes over to her only child. “I was so worried- we all were.”

“We’re so glad that you’re okay,” Mr. Atkins adds in.

“When can I go home?” Jeff asks, voice rough. “I hate hospitals.”

“Soon baby, soon.”

His eyes move from his mom to you. You smile, “I’ve missed you.”

He’s quiet. Then, he tilts his head to the side.

“I’m sorry, but… do I know you?”