i went out into the cold for this

And I like to believe there is an alternate universe out there where we didn’t end like this. We didn’t resort to tongues dripping poison and words we could never take back. You didn’t leave and I didn’t slam the door behind you. Or maybe you did walk out but I had the courage to chase you. We went back inside and found a way to make things work. I picture us in this alternate reality and my bed isn’t so cold and I don’t feel so alone. I have you to come home to and my dreams aren’t haunted by the ghosts of what could have been. You never took a piece of me as you walked away and I am whole.
—  f.a.w

Everything great about Tony Stark in Spider-Man Homecoming:

  • He was totally cool with Peter making a vlog and went along with it
  • He made an inappropriate flirtatious comment about Aunt May and immediately apologized for it
  • The way he acted for that entire scene.
  • Like… he knew Peter was really looking up to him and he had no idea how to handle that and he tried his best to play it cool.
  • “Bye.“
  • He saved Peter’s life from THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD!!
  • He installed Peter’s suit with anything that would keep him safe, including a parachute and a goddamn heater because what if my son goes out and it’s cold and he forgot a sweater?
  • He called the FBI about the weapons and told Peter to stay away from it because he didn’t want Peter to get in any more danger
  • He called Peter to tell him he was proud of Peter’s work at Washington DC and that he had underestimated him.
  • He went into ‘Suspicious Dad‘ mode the instant he heard the siren on the boat.
  • “Hey, Spider-Man. How’s band practice?”
  • Translation: “you are so grounded.“
  • He told Peter off and then went ‘Great, now I sound like my dad.‘ Oh god, he’s still haunted by how badly his father raised and he doesn’t want to have the same impact on Peter. This man needs a hug like, now.
  • “If you’re nothing without this suit, than you shouldn’t have it.“
  • He made an ENTIRE NEW SUIT for him and was totally ready to unveil Spider-Man as a new Avenger to the world because he is just so proud of his Spider son.
  • He doesn’t object when Peter says no and decides to go back to just being a friendly neighbor hood superhero for the time being.
  • HE’S BACK TOGETHER WITH PEPPER!!
  • He gave Peter his suit back.
[TRANS] V on 4 o’clock

As expected

This song wouldn’t have been made without Namjoonie hyung~
I’ve always wanted to write about the dawn and..
because I like this style songs, I listen and sing to a lot and I wanted to try making this kind because my creativity was firing up so I asked Namjoonie hyung for it and he gave me a beat I really wanted

I liked Namjoonie hyung’s beat so much I wrote 6 different kinds of melodies
I thought of the birds at dawn as the main subject
That time between 4 o’clock and 5 o’clock before the sun rises when it’s bluish, when there’s no one else at the park but me and the birds at dawn (will just say ‘bird’ moving forward), that time is short and I really like that time so there was a point where I went 5 days in a row to see it
It was there alone that I made the song on top of the beat Namjoonie hyung put together and although it’s not like I write lyrics well like Namjoonie hyung, I wanted to try and relay the feelings I liked into the lyrics. 

the dark (silent) dawn where the (listless) sounds ring with the cold cold winter wind
you continuously close yours eyes to the sounds as you realize the dawn
fly
the birds at dawn cry out with an anxious passion
fly
let me hear your voice fill this dawn

This is a letter I hoped to send to the birds at dawn (just ‘birds’) but
For me to write alone, this song couldn’t be completed and I was about ready to give up when it was able to be completed because of Namjoonie hyung~~
As expected of poet Kim Namjoon!

I will try to bring more songs for you to listen to
Also Vocal Monster hip hip hooray👊🏻🤘🏻☺️
I will make  more songs for you to listen to☺️

DO NOT REPOST
Trans by @bangtoori

9

“…I’ve met various waves as I went around here and there.
   The sea is cold and dark but…if I have to become a wave for someone,
I thought it would be nice if i am… a bit more of an affectionate wave.”
  “Somehow, I think it’s right for me to set things under my control and swim out once again.“

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heatwave starter sentences

“I can’t bear this heat anymore.”
“I’m melting. I’m actually melting.”
“What? You said ‘get me something cold’. You never implied I couldn’t throw it over you.”
“Don’t be a pussy, it’s just a bit of warm weather.”
“We’re going to the beach. Now.”
“Yes, I’m naked and no I’m not ashamed.”
“Is it socially acceptable to go out in nothing but a wet towel?”
“Wow, you look even worse than I feel.”
“Just how many popsicles have you had already?”
*runs ice cube along the back of your neck*
*throws you into the pool, whether you want it or not*
“If you’re that hot, then why don’t you take something off?”
“No, no, no… not now. It’s way too warm for sex.”
“I’m sweating in places I didn’t even know existed.”
“I went out for ten minutes. Ten minutes! Look at me, I’m basically fried.”
“That looks like a nasty sunburn…”
“You’re not going out there before I’m lathered you in sun cream.”
“I can’t get up… Can you get up? I can’t… I can’t get up.”
“You’re such a stick in the mud! Everyone’s out enjoying the weather and you’re sitting inside complaining about it.”
“Another shower?”
“Please kill me now. This is unbearable.”
“Let’s break into that office block. I’m sure they have air conditioning.”
“I know! Let’s have a water balloon fight.”
*sprays you with a water pistol*
*blows cold air into your neck*
“I can think of some more things to do with ice cubes…”
“This is the perfect timing for an ice bucket challenge.”
“I can’t sleep in this heat.”
“I might as well sleep in the bathtub and it would be less wet.”
“I need refuge, my airco broke.”
“Your neighbours have a swimming pool, right? Let’s sneak in tonight.”
“I’m going to book a holiday to Alaska. Now.”
“I shouldn’t have stayed out so long… I think I have a heatstroke.”
“Is that a rain cloud? Is that a mother fucking rain cloud?!”
“Did you feel that? It was a breeze. We are blessed.”
“Even my cat wanted to take a shower.”
“Don’t smell me. There’s no deodorant that can mask this.”
*throws water balloon straight at your face*
“I take it back, summer is not my favourite season at all.”
“I made an ice water bath, specially for you.”
“If only it was always this nice and warm.”
“I feel lazy and it’s great.”
“Let’s go to the supermarket again and take a very long time staring at the frozen vegetables.”

Patch Up l Peter Parker

Summary: After an encounter with a bad guy, Peter needs a patch up. He goes to the one person who he knows can help him ;)

Warning: Some spoilers

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Type: Sequel to Liz’s Party 

A/N: If you guys want to be tagged in these, please don’t hesitate to message me about it. I have already had a few people ask if they can be tagged so I will be adding their names at the end. ENJOY!

Part One Here / Part Three Here / Part Four Here / Part Five Here


Originally posted by marvel-is-ruining-my-life

A large blast erupted from the horizon, Peter swinging in the neighborhood to check it out. He reached a field and extended his hand out, shooting a web. It didn’t go very far. So instead, he took off running through the golf course.

“This sucks!”

Once he reached the abandoned area, another blue blast was shot from a large gun. “Now this is crafted from a reclaimed sub-ultron arm straight from Sokovia,” the seller announcer. “Here. You try,” he handed the large gun to his buyer.

“Man, I wanted something low-key. Why are you trying to up sell me, man?”

“Okay. Okay. Okay. I got what you need,” the man turned and placed the gun back in his white van. Peter crawled behind a post, sticking his head out to listen to their conversation.

“Look, times are changing and we are the only ones selling these high tech weapons,” another dude said to the buyer.

“Wow,” Peter whispered. “This must be where the ATM robbers got their stuff.” Peter said, referring to the incident that happened a few days ago.

“I just need something to stick up somebody. I am not trying to shoot them back in time,” the buyer said. 

“I got grab climbers,” the man near the van said. This interested the buyer and he neared the van. Suddenly, Peter’s phone rang and he scurried to answer it. “Okay, what the hell was that?”

Peter looked at the screen, it was Y/N. The sellers drew their guns and pointed it towards the buyer. “You set us up?”

“Hey. Take it easy man,” the buyer said, holding his hands up. Peter hit decline on his phone and jumped down from his hiding place.

“Hey! Hey! Come on! If you are gonna shoot somebody, shoot me,” Peter said.

“Alright,” the seller said, turning to aim his gun at Peter. He webbed his gun and pulled it from his reached. He raced over to them and the man grabbed a weapon from the van, attaching it to his forearms. He spun around and punched Peter in the abdomen with it, sending him flying back into the concrete pillar. Peter fell to the ground and groaned.

The men laughed and gathered their things quickly before riding away in their van. “What was that,” Peter asked. He webbed the car door and it began to drag him along the road.

They took a sharp turn and Peter crashed into some trash bins. “We gotta call him,” one of the men insisted.

“Hang on. Hang on,” the other one said, grabbing a gun. He shot at Peter but he dodged the blast, his body flopping around on the pavement.

“Did you get him?”

“Shut up!”

“I’m calling him.”

“OW! MY BUTT,” Peter yelled as he held onto his web as tightly as he could. The driver purposely kept swerving the car in hopes to lose the Spiderman. He drove to the left and Peter crashed into a car. He drove to the right and Peter slammed into some more trash cans. He drove to the left and Peter broke through a brick pillar. Peter let go.

He quickly stood up and webbed the car door again but it just came off. The car drove away. He threw his hands up in defeat.

“Great!” He ran through the neighborhood, jumping over a fence and running to the owner’s backyard. “Hey, hey buddy,” he said as a dog jumped up onto him. “Sorry, I can’t play right now.” He threw the dog a ball and continued running. 

He was finally swinging through the trees but he misplaced his web onto a tree house and brought it crashing to the ground. He fell into a green house and crashed through a fence. He jumped through a bush and swung into a pool accidentally. 

He got tangled in party lights and landed in the neighbor’s yard, in front of a small camping tent. He groaned and sat up, looking at the two little girls who resided inside the tent.

“Oh. Hey guys.” The girls screamed and Peter scurried away. He ran onto the roof of a house. “Almost got them,” he could see the white van as he jumped onto another house. “Thought you could get away from me, could ya?”

He panted heavily and jumped onto another house, pushing his feet off of it and aiming for the van. Before he could land on the van, he was yanked into the air. He yelled in protest the higher and higher he got.

“What the hell?” He looked up into the monster’s glowing green eyes. Peter was suddenly thousands of feet in the air when he was pulled from the monster’s grip. He collapsed back into his deployed parachute and was tangled in it as he fell from the sky. Peter yelled as he plummeted from the sky. The last he remembered was landed in a lake, his body jointing like it was hit by a ton of bricks.


Y/N had gone home after the party and changed into her pajamas. She quickly pulled out her textbook before turning to a certain page and reading her assignment for the weekend. A loud thump came from her window and when she turned her head, she gasped and scurried out of her chair.

Y/N opened the window and pulled the limp body of Spiderman through it. He fell onto the floor and groaned in response. “Oh my god. What happened?”

“I-I…fell…bad guy…Iron Man…water,” he panted. 

“Okay. Okay. Okay,” she laced her arm under his and helped him to his feet. “Come and lay down.” He collapsed onto her bed and held his side in pain. “Stay here,” she ordered.

Y/N ran out of her room as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake up her parents. She grabbed the first aid kit and an ice pack before making her way back to her room.

“You’ll have to take off your suit,” she said, closing the door behind her. Peter touched the emblem of his shirt and it deflated off his body. Y/N helped him pull it off the top half of his body. She pushed him to sit up against the headboard of her bed. “Tell me where it hurts.”

“My abdomen,” he grunted. Y/N nodded and shakily moved her hand to touch his ribs. He winced in pain and she apologized immediately after retracting her hand. “I-It’s fine.”

She moved to examine him again, gently touching his skin and sending sparks all throughout the boy’s body. She glanced up into the Spiderman’s mechanical eyes but then turned her attention back to his stomach. 

Peter couldn’t help but gaze at her sleeping attire, a tank top and shorts. Her hair was wavy, falling gracefully over her shoulders. However, through all this staring, she could feel his gaze on her.

“Eyes up here, Spider-boy,” she said, not taking her eyes off his bruised stomach.

“Y-Yeah, yeah. Right. Okay,” he cleared his throat and turned his gaze back up to her face. She sighed in defeat and motioned to his abdomen.

“You’ve broken four ribs,” Y/N said in horror. He grunted and tried to sit up but Y/N gently pushed him back down. “Lie still.” She reached over and grabbed and ice pack off of her night stand. She gently pressed the ice against his bare abdomen, Spiderman wincing slightly at the coolness of it.

“Thank you,” he grunted out, adjusting to the cold. She smiled at him before silence overtook them.

“So you and Peter Parker really are good friends?” Y/N asked out of curiosity.

“Yeah, h-he uh, works over with Stark,” Y/N nodded her head and went back to wrapping a gauze around his abdomen. “He talks about you a lot,” Y/n smiled in response.

“I know. You told me.”

“He likes you. You know that right?” Y/N smiled in response. “I’m serious! I mean…he really likes you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the boy was in love with you.” Y/N halted her actions. For Peter, this was easy to say because she didn’t know it was really him. Had he not had his mask on, he probably wouldn’t have been able to say those words.

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Y/N turned to hid her blush. “W-What about y-you? D-Do you love him back?”

Y/N looked up at him with a curious grin on her face. “What’s it to you?”

“I-I-I was just wondering,” Peter said, shaking his head.

“And why should I tell you? So you can go and blurt it out in front of Peter?”

“I wouldn’t tell him. Not if you don’t want me to,” Spiderman insisted.

“I’d rather not take any chances,” she said, pining the gauze in place. “I’ll keep quiet if that’s alright.” Spiderman shook his head.

“No, its fine. I get it.” Y/N cleared her throat and stood to her feet after she was done. “Well, thanks again.”

Peter stood to his feet and pulled his suit back over his body, Y/N taking one last glance at his well defined body. He pressed the emblem on his suit and it tightened to fit his body perfectly.

Y/N escorted Peter over to the window and opened it for him. The two stare at each other for what seemed like eternity. Peter gently pulled to end of his mask over his face, just past his nose and leaned in close to Y/N face.

“I owe you,” he whispered before placing a kiss on Y/N’s cheek. His lips lingered for just a few seconds before he pulled away. Y/N looked down, hiding the blush evident on her face. 

“Well, just be careful next time and don’t–”

“I’ll be fine. I promise.” Y/N threw his a small smile. “Thanks for the patch up.”

“You’re welcome, Spiderman.” He winked at her before climbing out of her window and swinging off into the distance. “Please be careful.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Cinderella

Summary: After waking up in the morning finding out you had a one night stand with someone you don’t even know…you rush out as quickly as possible…too bad you forgot your cell phone.

Pairing: Jeon Jeong-guk (Jungkook) / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2k

A/N: extremely Mature rating

Part 2Masterlist


“How do I look?” You asked your best friends.

“Gorgeous.” They said at the same time. You settled on a simple black dress, that hugged your curves beautifully.

“And here.” Your friend Lalisa got up and scrunched up your long hair with her fingers. “Guys like messy.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” It wasn’t your idea to go out in the first place. Your friends thought it would make you feel better, help you move on from your tragic breakup that ended a month ago and you happen to still be hung up on.

Illhoon was the best thing that has ever happened to you and being together for three years, things just weren’t working out. You were always fighting, he was always busy, and you haven’t been sexually active in months. He was always loyal to you, too loyal that he broke things off. He felt bad that he couldn’t give you the love you deserve. He just wasn’t happy, which you respected.

Now your pain in the ass friends were trying to set you up.

“Okay….lets go.” Lalisa marched out and Rosé gave you an apologetic look.

“It will be fun, don’t worry.” She told you.

-

When you got to the club it was surprisingly not that crowded. Which was a relief. “Lets get some fuel.” Lalisa started walking towards the bar.

6 shots later you were starting to get buzzed that you decided to slow down on a casual drink. “Hey.” You looked up following the voice. “Do you see that hot guy over there.” Lalisa pointed with her eyes.

You started to look. “Hey don’t be obvious.” She alerted you.

“Sorry.” You snorted. Maybe the alcohol had kicked in more then you thought.

You slightly looked over, pretending to not be obvious. You saw more then one hot guy, to be honest, but one got your heart racing.

He had dark hair and a killer smile. Possibly one of the most handsome guy you have ever seen. Not counting Illhoon. Shit! You weren’t suppose to be talking about him.

“Go over there and talk to him.” Lalisa pressured you.

“Unless it’s too soon.” Rosé debated.

“No it’s the perfect opportunity….its been long enough…you need to put yourself back out there.” Lalisa argued.

“I’m going over there.” Lalisa stood up. “I’m going to introduce him to you and then I’m going to take his hot friend with the dimples.” Then she stormed off.

As you saw her talking you decided to take about 3 more shots, you were too sober for this.

You saw the guy smile in your direction. “Lalisa always wins.” Rosé said and got up to walk over to one of the other guys.

You were left drinking alone. You didn’t want to act like you were desperate and you weren’t, you wanted to take it at a slow level.

You were slightly drunk that you almost thought the hot guy was walking over.

“Hi.” Oh, it’s real. “I’m Jungkook.” He reached his hand out to you.

“Hi.” You blushed as you stood up, accepting his handshake. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Your friend over there gave a pretty good word for you.”

“What did she say?” You nervously asked.

“She said that I’m an idiot if I don’t talk to you because you are the hottest thing that has ever hit this club.”

You slapped you forehead amused. “I’m so sorry about her.”

“I wouldn’t disagree.” You looked at his sweet smile and blushed.

Your friends were right, you need to let lose, have fun. “Let’s go dance.” You pulled his hand, leading him to the dance floor.

The alcohol took over as you reached the dance floor. You just wanted to have a good time. You felt Jungkook’s hands wrap around your waist as you grinded your hips with his. Your back was rubbing against his chest as you danced in motion.

A few drinks later and a few sexual dances later the rest of the night was all a blur. You knew you wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. You couldn’t remember the fact that you shared an intense kiss.

The second that your lips aligned with his, you were hungry for more. You felt connected with him, but you knew better then to trust the alcohol.

And this case you did. “Do you want to get out of here?” You whispered in his ear.

“Yeah.” Then you don’t even remember getting to his apartment but you got there. As soon as you both tumbled into the door you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.

He moved down to your neck as soon as your back hit the bed sheets. The sexual tension from each wet kiss had you feeling soaked between your legs.

You heard your phone ring on the table beside you. You couldn’t read the name from your blurry vision, so you tossed it instead.

Jungkook made his way back up to your lips as you felt up the front of his jeans. You attempted to unbutton his belt along with his pants. His hand found itself kneading your chest. You couldn’t help but moan, it’s been a while since you have been touched like this.

You slid your hand underneath his boxers, touching up his sensitive area. The area was tight from his hard-on.

You flipped you both over so you can pull down your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear. You finished pulling down his pants, exposing his length. Wow. Again, the alcohol bringing out the sweet girl you tried to convince yourself to be.

You grabbed his length kissing the red tip. You loved the sound that escaped his mouth as you started to lick down his area. You couldn’t help but smirk from the thought that you were in control. You made your way back up to the tip leaning your head down to take him fully into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down sucking every inch of his throbbing member.

You sat back up letting go of him you didn’t want him to take all the fun. You wrapped your arms around your back to unhook your bra and then you slid your underwear off sexually.

He sat up looking at you with desire in his eyes. You bit your lip as you watched him take off his clothes. He was extremely fit. You slid yourself down onto him, surprised by the sudden pain.

You rocked your hips back and forth taking in the pleasure that you desperately needed. You moaned as he worked against you. He grabbed a hold of your hips moving you quicker then you can handle.

You screeched in surprise when he flipped you both over as he took control. He lifted your right leg up onto his left shoulder to deepen the angle. You loved how attractive he was even though he was sweaty.

You felt your toes go numb as your orgasm immerse throughout your body. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to pass through the feeling. Jungkook’s pace slowed down immensely as you felt him jerk his liquid into you. He kissed you passionately before he collapsed on the bed next to you. After that you let the sleep get a hold of you.

-

Your eyes fluttered open as the killer headache flooded your skull. You yawned sitting up when you realized you didn’t recognize the room. You took in your surroundings as yours eyes drifted off to the sleeping beauty next to you. The last thing you remember was dancing with him. Oh shit! What have you done?

You slowly got up trying not to wake what’s his name. Jungkook? You tried to remember. As soon as your feet hit the floor you reached for your underwear and dress. You grabbed your heels, tip toeing your way out of his room. Damn he was beautiful but one night stands are always awkward, that’s why it’s best to sneak out.

On your way out you saw a sweater pulled over a chair. You know you shouldn’t but you took it to at least to save your dignity. When you made your way onto the streets it was way too familiar. This was your street. You only had to walk down a few blocks to reach your apartment. The sweater covering you didn’t have an affect, people still stared at you. Judging you.

When you got home your roommate was in the kitchen.

“Oh my god there you are.” Rosé panicked. “I tried calling you.”

You stopped in front on the mirror making your way to the kitchen. Your makeup was running down your face and your hair was a mess. No wonder everyone was staring.

“Wow you bad girl.” Rosé smirked at you. “You and Lalisa ditching me to go have sex.” She pouted.

“Other then you two I had a nice sober talk with a sweet guy named Jin.”

“That’s nice.” You grabbed the aspirin.

“Anyways….what happened?”

“I don’t remember.” You groaned.

You went to sit comfortably on the couch. Rosé followed you with an ice cold pack.

“I snuck out before I could ask.” You confessed.

“Well maybe you’ll see him again.”

“Maybe….we better call Lalisa to see if shes okay.” You suggested.

“I already did…but both of you ignored my calls.” Rosé intrigued.

You felt the pockets of the sweater, feeling for your phone. It wasn’t there. You got up following your steps to the door where your purse was. You dug through it rapidly trying to find your phone.

“Fuck.” You said panicked “fuck, fuck, fuck.” You got up.

“What?” Rosé rushed to you.

“I forgot my phone.”

-

A few hours later you were still panicked. “What am I going to do?”

“I told you already.” Rosé said annoyed.

Both your eyes made their way towards the door as it opened. Lalisa made her way through with a big smile on her face. “What’s up?” She said casually.

“Where the fuck were you?” Rosé sat up annoyed. “I’ve trying calling you all day.”

“Sorry I was out.” She made her way towards her room. Then she came back out with a bathrobe getting ready for a shower. “I had the best time last night.” She smiled. “I think I’ll stick around with this one.” The thing with Lalisa was she would hook up with guys until she found one she liked.

“He’s so cute and he has like the perfect body, nice and tall, lean.” She blushed. “We had like the best morning sex and then he bought me out for breakfast.”

“Anyway what about you? I saw you guys last night, I almost thought you were going to go at it in the dance floor.” She laughed.

You just sighed. “What’s wrong?” Lalisa asked.

“This whole thing makes me uncomfortable, sleeping with someone I just met….I don’t even remember him that much, just his face.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t sneak out maybe you could get to know him.” Rosé said.

“You snuck out….oh (Y/N)….that’s going to give him the wrong idea and now you’ll probably never see him again.” Lalisa said disappointed.

“She’s going to have too.” Rosé spoke for you.

Lalisa looked at you both. “I forgot my phone.” You said trying to stay calm.

-

“What if he answers?”

“That’s what we want doofus.” Rosé stated.

“I’ll just buy a new phone.” You turned away.

“No you wont.” Lalisa pulled you back.

“Call.” Rosé handed you her phone.

You nervous dialed your phone number. You brought it up to your ear. Your heart started beating quickly as you heard the phone ringing. Lalisa and Rosé were hanging on each shoulder listening.

“Hello.” You heard his cute voice.

“H-hi.” You nervously stuttered.

“(Y/N)?” He remembered your name?

“Hi….um…you have something that belongs to me.”

He laughed. “That’s funny because I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

It took you a few to understand what he meant, but then it occurred to you. You stole his sweater.

-

Masterlist | Part 2

like real people do p.3 | jeon jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off 6LACK’s ‘Prblms’

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All My Love

MASTERLIST

A/N: I’m not happy with this, so I’m probably taking it down again but here goes a try. 

Word Count: 3,013

”Shawn? Shawn? Are you even listening to me at all?” I muttered, glancing over at Shawn in the passenger seat. 

I turned down John Mayer’s calming voice singing to us through the stereo in the jeep. My eyes fell on Shawn late enough for him to jerk up his head and quickly pop his eyes open. Confused and sleepy. For short moment probably wondering where on earth he was. 

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Bts reaction to mirror and window NSFW

Request: Hi! Can you do a bts smut reaction about them fucking their girls against the mirror and window? With dirty talk if possible haha thank you

A/N: Mirror or window? This is my gift for our 4k <3


Jin

You liked it when he was being rough, although he rarely shows it. Jin slammed into you again, making you cry out in pain and pleasure. He tugged at your hair making you look in the mirror. “Look at yourself.  And you ask if I want dessert? You are my dessert Y/n. Don’t you dare look away from the mirror.” Your body couldn’t take the shame to look at yourself in the mirror. It was too much. Jin got angrier looking at you disobeying him. He stopped his movements, took you bridial style and just slammed you at the window. “If you can’t look at yourself, I’ll make everyone else look at you.”

Yoongi

It wasn’t intentional. You really liked the dress. It was short yes, but not too short. And suddenly, Yoongi is closing the curtain of the dressing room, ripping your panties and fucking you like there is no tomorrow. But it was a dressing room, damn it. Anyone could come in, any minute. Yoongi’s hot breath heated your ear. “Make a noise and I’ll get you out there and show everyone to who do you belong. “ Usually he loved the noises you made, it turned him on, but now he found out something he hasn’t quite seen before. Your expressions. In the mirror and he suddenly got an idea. “I really like the faces you make baby. Shall Daddy buy a mirror, so he can look at you?”

Namjoon

You only came to bring him food. Namjoon told you he didn’t feel like eating in the cafeteria today, so you decided to surprise him with lunch. Your semester finished anyway, so you had plenty of time. When you came in his secretary just shook her head, which meant he was in a very bad mood. Still you went in his office with all the confidence you could find. “Namjoon? I brought you lunch.” He was sitting in his throne like chair and one glance at him made you find everything out. “Kitten. Just what I needed. Come here.” Thirty minutes later your thong was ripped in pieces on the floor, your face and boobs were rubbing on the cold glass of his office and your begs were music to his ears. “Look at the people down there. If they look up, they can probably see your face, my little beautiful slut. You like when Daddy fucks you against the glass, don’t you?”

Hoseok

Give the chance to Hoseok to just bang you wherever he can and he’ll do it. But even more than just banging you, he liked to get you worked up, to the extent where you just can’t take it anymore. It was your class together, where he just randomly slid his hand under your skirt and started circling your bundle of nerves very slowly and very teasingly. You knew you had to stay quite but just couldn’t. First you and then him excused yourself and then you heard footsteps behind you. Not even five minutes later his fingers were back at your pussy, rubbing and pumping, while his other hand gagged you in order for you to not make any noises. “Pretty girl. I love seeing you layed out for me like this. See the mirror? Look at the mirror. Look! At! The! Mirror Y/N! Good little pet. You want me to fuck you? Your eyes speak so much. I think I found myself a new kink.”

Jimin

Eyes on the mirror. Don’t move. This was his command. Despite the fact that you just wanted to turn around, grab his head and make him go faster, you couldn’t do that. You were at his mercy. You were his favourite toy and you were doing what he wanted you to do. You catched a glimpse of him as he stood up, your juices glistening on his lips, the smirk evident on his face. “You like what you see baby? I love your pussy so god damn much. I can eat you out for hours. Can you see your Daddy in the mirror? I think I solved your problem when you couldn’t see me. Now you see me and even more I can see your beautiful wrecked face. How many times you cummed until now?” “Two daddy.” “I think we can successfully go for a third round before I fuck you good while you watch yourself being fucked.”

Taehyung

*my boy is too wild for windows and mirrors*

Taehyung liked to play mind games with everyone. Like for example wrecking you while making you talk to the neighbors who were right in front of you on the other balcony. Tae’s was licking and biting, scratching and marking, while you were struggling to keep the conversation with the poor, innocent people in front of you. When Tae felt that you were concentrating a little too much on him and the pleasure he was giving you, he would slap your thigh making you remember what were the rules in order for you to receive your reward. An hour later you were spread on the balcony, Taehyungs deep grunts mixing with your quiet moans. “You did good princess. But you are such a dirty girl. Talking to the neighbors while Daddy was putting so much effort into making you cum? I like how you kept your cold, but now let them hear you. Let them now exactly who they have for neighbors. Louder, Louder baby. I can’t hear you. They can’t hear you. That’s it. Good girl.”

Jungkook

Jungkook liked danger and being the bad influence he was. You were partners for a school project and there was sexual tension. You both thought it was long gone, but how could it be? The good girl and the bad boy, the old cliché story, but it was there. The will to submit to him even though your parents were right down the stairs. After dinner when you were almost done with the project Jungkook knew that it was now or never. The boy got rid of his shirt, pushed you on the ground and not long after you were a moaning mess under him. By the time your parents fell asleep, he had you pushed against the window fucking you mercilessly. “Who is my good little girl? Is it Y/n? Are you going to listen to me now? You, always the good one and I, always the bad one. But look at you now. At my mercy. You like my cock? You like how it pounds in you? You dirty girl. What if your parents come and see you like this? I’ll tell you what. I’ll continue pounding into you to show them what their little baby is actually. A cock hungry slut. But mine slut. Are you? Yes you are.”


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Kim Seokjin:

Originally posted by missbaptan

You and Jin would be cooking something to help him unwind after a long day of practice. Every time he turned his back you’d quickly lick some of the cake mix off your fingers, making sure he didn’t see so he wouldn’t give out to you for “wasting his delicious food” and go on a rant about how you didn’t appreciate his superior cooking skills. After putting the cake in the oven he rested his head against the shelf and let out a deep sigh. You pushed yourself up onto the counter and started staring at him, taking a moment to appreciate your beautiful boyfriend. He looked up and caught you staring and a slight blush crept across your cheeks, but you didn’t look away. He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. He pulled back almost immediately, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Jagi?” He asked. “Hmmm?” you answered, slipping off the counter, already knowing he’d caught on. “Why do your lips taste…sweet?” “I don’t know what you mean,” you shrugged innocently. “Don’t lie to me, I know my food.” He stepped closer. “And I know my own cake mix.” You prepared yourself for another rant but instead he leaned in again, and the kiss lasted a lot longer this time. You were slightly breathless when he drew back, a cocky smile on his lips. “I knew I was a good cook.”

Min Yoongi:

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

You knew the rules when you were sick. Yoongi was an idol, and being sick meant not preforming. You didn’t want to be the reason he couldn’t do something he loved so you had both come up with a set of rules to stop that from happening. But you had to admit not being able to see him while battling a chest infection was hard and even though you’d never give him the satisfaction of hearing you say it, you missed him. You were feeling better, but you told him to stay away to be on the safe side. You figured one more day of sleeping on the  couch should put you right. The next thing you knew you were being shaken awake and you groggily opened your eyes to see Yoongi smiling at you. You first instinct was to hug him but instead you pushed him back. “What are you doing?!?!!?” “Calm down,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m only checking in, just don’t cough on me.” You sighed and brushed your hair out of your face. You checked the time and realised you’d forgotten about your medicine completely. “Can you please just pass me the bottle beside you?” you asked. “You’re pretty unenthusiastic for someone who hasn’t seen their boyfriend in days,” he picked up the bottle, glancing at the label. “Ugh, medicine.” “I have an excuse for being unenthusiastic…for once, I’m sick!” you replied “And I actually don’t mind that medicine, it’s really sugary.” You poured the medicine onto the spoon and took it. “Unfortunately I meant it when I said I was just checking in, I literally have to go back right now.” Out of instinct he leaned down and gave you a quick peck on the lips to say goodbye. You laughed at the puzzled face he made when he drew back. “What??” you asked. “Your lips are really sweet” he said “What..? Oh! the medicine,” you realised, wiping your sleeve across your mouth. “You’re right it’s actually nice!” he said. “Or was it your lips? Let my try again!” He leaned in but you pushed him back. “No! You’re not getting sick because of me!” He fell back and picked up the bottle of medicine, putting a drop on his finger. Before you could stop him he licked the drop off his finger and shook his head in over dramatic disappointment. “I knew it!” he said. “It’s not the same.”

Kim Namjoon:  

Originally posted by imemegines

You looked up at the menu of his favourite coffee shop. You already knew what to get him but you weren’t really in the mood for your usual coffee. You saw there was a toasted marshmallow hot chocolate and figured you’d try it.             Roughly 5 minutes later you were opening the door to the studio as quietly as possible as not to disturb him. His forehead was pressed against the table but you knew he wasn’t asleep as his fingers were drumming a steady beat against the table. You recognised the signs of writer’s block all too well so you silently placed his coffee in front of him. You pulled up the other office chair and started drinking your hot chocolate. A minute later he let out a deep sigh and looked up at you, taking a sip of his coffee. “Don’t pressure yourself,” you said. “What are you writing about? Maybe I can help?” “That’s exactly the problem!” he said. “I have no idea what to write about! It feels like I’ve already done everything,” he sighed. “Maybe I should just give up for today,” he said. Before he could go back to his finger drumming state you took hold of his chin, pulling his face up so he was looking directly into your eyes. “Don’t worry,” you said. “You are my genius boyfriend and you will always think of something.” He smiled and closed the distance between you two. He pulled back pretty fast and the side of his mouth was lifted in a smile. “How do your…” he said “What?” you asked nervously. “How do your lips taste so sweet?” he laughed. “Oh!” you said, laughing with him. “I tried a new drink,” you said, lifting your cup and shaking it in front of him. “Hmmmm I like it!” he said kissing you again, for longer this time. Eventually you pushed him away, putting a hand up to your cheek to hide it’s redness. “Stop!” you said. “Your coffee’s getting cold!” “I think I’ve found something I prefer,” he grinned. Suddenly a thoughtful look came across his face, his smile widening. “I’ve never written a song about a girl with sweet lips…”

Jung Hoseok:  

Originally posted by hoseoh

Dancing with Hobi was one of your favourite ways to spend your time, and It’s how you’d spend most of your time together. After another few hours of dancing together, you collapsed into a heap against the mirror at the back of the room, completely out of breath. You picked up your bottle of black currant and drained the entire thing. You leaned back and watched your boyfriend dance, admiring his natural talent. After a few minutes he stopped the music and plopped down beside you. He took a minute to get his breath back, he was clearly exhausted. He sighed and put his head in your lap. “Hobi!” you protested, “Get off.” “Can’t,” he replied. “I have been put into a dance coma and the only way to wake me up is true love’s kiss!” You suppressed a smile and pretended to be annoyed. “Is this the only way you’ll get off me???” He didn’t reply, just pursed his lips and made kissy noises at you. You sighed and rolled your eyes, then leaned down to give him what was supposed to be a quick peck but before you could pull back, he sat up and put his hand on the back of your neck without breaking the kiss. You eventually pulled yourself away putting your hands up to hide your flushed cheeks. “What was that?” asked Hoseok, a curious look on his face. “What was what?!?!?” you demanded, still slightly flustered over how quickly the kiss had escalated. “Your lips! They taste…I don’t know, sweet?” “What?” you said confused. You thought for a moment then realised; “Ohhhh, I brought blackcurrant as a drink instead of water.” “I like it!” he replied “Can I have some?” “Sorry, all gone,” you replied, shaking the empty bottle in his face. “No faaaiiiiiiirrrrr!!!!!” he screeched, marking the beginning of another Hobi tantrum. “You owe me another kiss!”

Park Jimin:

Originally posted by jeonsshi

You had just put the last spoon of chocolate cake in your mouth when he came back from the bathroom and sat back down opposite you. His eyes widened when he saw your empty plate. “Are you my girlfriend or a vacuum?” he asked. “It’s not my fault!” you defended. “It was just too delicious!” Jimin tutted. “Well now I’ll never know, I had wanted want to try some.” “Don’t try guilt tripping me!” you protested. “I offered you some before you went to the toilet and you said you were too full for dessert anyway!” You asked for the bill and a few minutes of playful bickering later you had moved on and were leaving the restaurant. You shivered as you stepped out into the cold night air and Jimin shyly took your hand as you started walking. As usual time spent with him flew by and before you knew it you were standing outside your apartment block. “I’d stay for a bit but I have to get up early for practice tomorrow,” he said, taking on an apologetic tone. “It’s fine,” you said. “I understand,” you smiled to reassure him. He put one hand to the side of your face and kissed you. Barely into the kiss, he started giggling. You pulled back and he fell back, laughing properly now. “What is it?” you asked. “You were right,” he giggled. “That chocolate cake really was delicious,” You put your hand up to your mouth and giggled with him. “Can you actually taste it?” you giggled. “Yep” he grinned, then leaned in to give you a quick peck. “I guess I got to try it after all!”

Kim Taehyung:

Originally posted by cyyphr

Tae led you by the hand, and even though you trusted him completely you were very conscious of the fact that you were wearing a blindfold in, judging from what you could hear, some kind of public park. “Are we almost there?” you asked. “Seriously, people are going to think that we’re weird!!!” He laughed. “We are weird,” he replied. “Aaaand we’re just about here…” Suddenly you felt something brush against your face. You spluttered and flailed a bit, stopping when you heard Tae laughing at you. “OK,” he said, taking a breath to stop himself from laughing. “You can take off the blindfold.” You slipped it over your head and saw that the thing that had brushed against your face was a willow branch reaching all the way to the ground. You were standing in the middle of the willow tree, surrounded by it’s drooping branches, the sunlight creeping in through gaps. “Wow,” you said, breath-taken. “That’s not all,” Tae smiled. He took your hand and led you around to the other side of the trunk, where a blanket had been laid out with food on top. “Tae…” you said, overcome by how much thought he had put into this. “I’ve been so busy lately and I wanted to make it up to you,” he shrugged. “Now sit down and eat!”

******

A little while later you were eating strawberries, your head in his lap. His eyes were closed and you were both just enjoying a quiet moment together. He opened his eyes to see you eating the last strawberry, the clean plate beside you. “Wow I didn’t get to even try one of the strawberries, you demolished them!” he said. “You should get more while they’re in season, they’re amazing,” you replied. “I didn’t even know they were in season,” he confessed. “Well they are, trust me,” you replied. He smiled. “I do”. He leaned down to kiss you, but he pulled back quickly his head cocked in curiosity. “What?” you asked, sitting up. Without answering he kissed you again, properly this time. When he pulled back he was grinning. “What is it?” you asked. He attacked you with several quick kisses around your lips, making you giggle. “I thought I imagined it the first time but I guess I didn’t,” he shook his head. “Well, now I can agree, strawberries are  definitely in season.”

Jeon Jungkook:

Originally posted by jeonbase

You knew this was going to happen again when you made plans to spend the day together. You and Jungkook were way too competitive and you’d often try to settle matters with competitions upon competitions. You had gone to the park to play a casual game of basketball, which turned into an aggressive 1 on 1, ending in a tie. This led to a race, then a soccer match… and before you knew it several hours had passed and you were both about to collapse because of the heat and pure exhaustion from your mini Olympics. You had started walking back to his place, and you were still insisting he had cheated in the first game of basketball. He rolled his eyes. “Okay Okay, will you just drop it now?” He looked around and saw an ice cream truck. “OK if I buy you ice cream can we forget the match and move on?” You jokingly mulled it over. “Hmmmm… no but you’re going to buy it anyway,” you smiled and pushed him towards the van, knowing he already knew what you wanted. A few minutes later you were sitting on a bench together. “Well we can agree on one thing,” he said. You tilted your head at him “And what is that?” He put the last of his ice cream in his mouth. “I’m better at picking ice cream flavours.” “OH MY GOD!” you sat back “Does everything have to be a competition with you?!?!” “Only because you won’t admit I’m better than you at anything,” he replied defensively. “And I’m better than you at everything.” “Okay number 1….” you continued on in a rant about how he was wrong but rather than listening he rolled his eyes and kissed you to shut you up. A bit into the kiss he pulled back laughing. “What is it?” you asked. “Well,” he said tilting his head. “I hate to admit this but,” he gave you a peck on the lips. “I can’t deny it,” he shook his head. “You might be right about being better about picking ice cream flavours.” ~admin-coffee-addict.

Guy What Takes His Time*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Featuring: Natasha, Wanda, Sharon (mentioned) and Sam.
Rating: Mature
Summary: Wanda, Natasha and Sam think Steve has feelings for Reader, but she tells them otherwise while actually feeling the same way for the super soldier. One evening,  they all make a plan to make both of them confess the truth.
Word Count: 2.2k
Genre: Fluff/NSFW-ish
Warnings: build-up, suggestive themes, and innuendos, mentions of alcohol, sexual tension, a little bit of roleplay, flirting, Captain kink (?) and Steve being a cute flustered bastard.
Author's Note: It’s a rewrite of the flirty scene between Natasha and Bruce in Avengers: Age of Ultron (you can expect some references, though). I thought it could be fun to switch sides with Steve and see how it goes. It’s also inspired by Guy What Takes His Time covered by Christina Aguilera in Burlesque.

  New Avengers Facility, Upstate New  York

“You did a great job, Y/N,” Steve announced in his deep voice as he passed the hallway with you, Natasha, and Wanda. “Ladies.” He stopped in his tracks, standing with this impressive physique, almost towering in front of you as his hands held the brown belt of his- oh, so sexy uniform.

“Thank you, Captain.” You smiled and he nodded slowly as if questioning whether he would stay to have a chat with you or not. He smiled gently and proceeded to take the stairs towards his personal quarters where he’d finally take a well-deserved shower after a hard, but successful mission with you and Sam.

Of course, he would’ve loved to linger awhile and see your smile just a little longer. He enjoyed spending time with you and the feeling was mutual. Maybe that after all these days spent with him, these missions where you saved each other, being partners and all this harmless flirting, there was something between you. Your chemistry was obvious to everyone after all.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” Wanda nudged your side and you winced, narrowing your eyes. “Don’t be silly, Steve likes you a lot.”

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Taehyung takes being mean to you too far. Part.3

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Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung’s p.o.v

I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t know how I suddenly ended up walking my way here. But here I am, standing right in front of her front door. I knocked and I heard slow shuffling on the inside, I could’ve sworn she took five minutes just to get to the door. I hear the door unlock and the door handle turn. 

“Ya-” I cut myself off from telling her how she took so long to open the door. “You look like shit, what’s wrong with you?” She honestly looked as though she was about to pass out any second now. So I held her arm. 

“What are you doing here?” She slowly spoke out, obviously didn’t have the energy to fight back when I said that she looked like shit.

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I was thinking about it earlier and, yes, latine cultures are unique, diverse and all that. Heck, I live in Brazil, and I can guarantee you, each state has it’s own culture, customs, traditions, folklore and all that. We can’t even agree as a nation what’s the word for cookie!

(é biscoito)

So like, of course you can’t expect every country to have the same culture and dishes and music and all that, when not even a single country have that. 

But, by following other latines, and talking to people from the neighbor countries over my life, I learned that there are a few things that can be considered Universal Latine Experiences. Among them

🌺 The thing with rice and beans. Like, no country will ever have them the same way, of course. But it’s… Overall, so present. Some will lean more to the rice, some to the beans, but it’s there, wherever you go

🌺 Seeing posts from gringos on your dash complaining about winter where it’s summer where you live, and it’s so bad, your flip flops actually started melting when you went out to buy something cold to drink

(alternatively, seeing posts from gringos on your dash complaining about summer and giving out tips on how to control the heat when you are freezing on your couch and wrapped in three blankets)

🌺  The overall feeling of companionship? Like, I won’t like, I know it’s not perfect. There is a huge problem with xenophobia (I would say Brazil is the worst on this matter, but then again, it’s easier for me to see it here since I live here), and there is some bloody history between some countries. But the companionship is still there, you know?? We call each other hermanos, we receive each other in out country with open arms, we share our culture… I don’t know, there is some beauty to it. Or maybe this is all in my head because I’m feeling specially gushy today

🌺 Going to your grandmother’s house almost every sunday for lunch. Greeting your uncles and aunties, and asking blessings from your grandparents (even when you aren’t catholic anymore, but at this point, it is more a sign of respect and affection rather then religion) before going to play with your cousins in the backyard, while your parents play cards with their siblings or help your grandmother with the kitchen. 

When you notice it, it’s already midnight, and they are still playing cards. Come on, pai, we need to go home, I have class tomorrow. Just one more round, flor. But your said that three rounds ago!  

🌺 Having your natives being wiped out to near extinction my foreigner invasors, if not complete, and then having your fauna and flora destroyed, being forcefully brought to a distant land as slaves, and then when you finally say enough for both the invasors and slavery and call your land as yours, usa comes and fund a dictatorship in your country to which your people is still trying to recover from 

🌺  Little statues of saints and the Virgem Maria and portraits of Jesus and crosses and candles all over your elder’s house. Old houses with old paint on the walls, an old radio playing music in the kitchen, a road of battered down bricks and dirt, and your great grandmother is there, smoking a cigarillo de paja on the steps that lead to her house, keeping an eye on you as you play with your cousins and the neighbor kids you met that day, but it already feels like an eternity

🌺 El Chavo Del Ocho

🌺  Reclaiming your own culture after years of cultural imperialism saying that it’s not a good culture. Falling in love again with something that you were coerced to fall out of love with as you grew up. Learning again how to love the local legends, when you were thought that they were no good, and that the ones from europe and usa are betters. Learning again how to love your traditional music, dances, culture when you were thought that those were no good, that the ones from europe and usa are better. Learning your history in dept, seeing how complex and rich it is, after years hearing that it’s boring, not as interesting as those from usa and europe. Just… Falling in love with your roots again, and getting excited every time you see something from your country making success out there, and then also getting excited when something from you neighbors make success out there and yes! We deserve this! We deserve to have our history told and shared and appreciated too!

🌺  These assholes, somehow

Back to You | JJ

Pairing: Cheater!Jungkook X Reader

Summary: {Based off Cheater!Series} Jungkook cheats on y/n with her best friend and she finds out. What will happen when Jungkook tries to fix things after not seeing her for the past three years?

Genre: Fluff, ANGST, smut

Warnings: YALL KNOW ITS SMUT SO SHIT BOUT TO GO DOWN

Word Count: 3.7k

Note: To the anon that requested this I’m so sorry it took this long to get it up. I just wanted to make sure if was perfect. Hope you like it!

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“You like it when I talk dirty to you, doll?”

A Bucky x Reader Teasing Drabble

#3. Bucky decides to play a game. You’re stuck in a meeting with Steve, Sam, and Tony while Bucky slips dirty comments into your ear through a com you had accidentally left in. You’re stuck squirming the entire meeting, close begging for him to stop and just come touch you.


Your entire body ached- a week long mission full of crouching in small spaces, eavesdropping, and intense fighting had you craving a massage. The sexual tension between you and Bucky definitely wasn’t helping either. The lingering touches, the faint whispers of luck before you’d head out into the field, the sounds of his grunting coming through the coms with each punch and kick he threw; he knew exactly what he was doing, and it was working.

You’d fallen asleep on the jet in your gear, too tired to care about changing. You stretched yourself out over a few seats, your blue Avenger catsuit tight against your curves. You pulled your front zipper down partway, exposing the curves of your breasts. You caught Bucky’s darkening gaze as your eyes drifted closed. 

You sat, still clad in your mission gear, in a windowed conference room with Sam, Steve, and Tony. You were going over the mission and discussing tactics for the next one. Bucky had dismissed himself to shower, Steve allowed it. 

You crossed your legs and leaned back, looking between the three men while they argued. You didn’t care to participate, you were just there to make sure they didn’t tear each other apart. You rubbed your eyes and sighed, your body was begging you for relaxation and caffeine. 

“Little tired there, doll?” Bucky’s voice resonated in your ear and your body tensed. You glanced around the room and found him showered and sitting with a book just outside the conference area. He tapped his ear. “Looks like someone left their com in.”

You opened your mouth to speak before remembering where you were. A need formed between your legs and your thighs flexed instinctively. You had no idea what he was up to, but it had to be something devious.

“The meeting seems boring, mind if I spice it up a tad?” He turned a page of his book, eyes never leaving yours. You nodded, just enough for Bucky to notice, but not enough to draw attention to yourself. Bucky’s lips turned into a smirk. “That’s a good girl.”

Shivers shot down your spine and you crossed your arms, refusing to look at him anymore. If he was going to have his fun, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of your complete attention. 

“Let’s start with you uncrossing those pretty legs of yours, doll.” His voice sounded even raspier through the speaker in your ear. You listened. “What I’d give to be in between them…” A groan passed his lips. 

“Tony, we can’t keep going on missions without planning them out completely.” Steve sighed and plopped down into a chair. “(Y/N), do you have anything to add?”

“Fuck, doll.” Bucky moaned quietly. “Just thinking about stripping you of your soaked underwear and licking your dripping cunt-”

“(Y/N)?” Steve repeated your name. 

“Oh, I, uh…” You heard Bucky snicker on the other end. “Sorry, I kinda zoned out there for a second, I’m just tired from the mission, that’s all. Um, I think we should completely plan out for whatever scenarios we can and go from there.”

See.” Steve gestured towards you and returned his attention to Sam and Tony.

“Are my words distracting, doll?” You tossed a glare at Bucky. “Good to know that I have your undivided attention.”

Your stare hardened and you crossed your legs as a sign of defiance. It only seemed to amuse Bucky.

“You can’t even begin to imagine the things I’d do to you if you allowed me to touch you. My hands would never leave your body; I’d strip you naked and kiss every beautiful inch of your body. My fingertips tickling your skin as they graze over your breasts, my lips lowering and wrapping around your hardening nipples. Fuck, just thinking about even having you naked underneath me…” He sighed and adjusted himself in his pants. “Dropping my hand in between your legs, teasing your swollen clit until your begging me to just let you cum; dipping two fingers inside of you and abusing that aching g-spot until you’ve drenched my fingers; sliding my cock deep in-”

“(Y/N), can you please talk some sense into these men?” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and stretched an arm out towards you.

“Uh-”

“Pounding into you until you’re screaming my name, harshly rubbing your clit to draw orgasm after orgasm out of you-”

“I don’t really…”

“I wouldn’t stop, not until you’re pleading that it’s too much, that you can’t cum for me anymore-”

“I’m…”

“I’d give you a rest, of course, before pulling you to straddle my face and tasting you. Licking that sore, throbbing clit, nibbling and sucking on it, drawing out yet another orgasm from you-”

You ripped the com out of your ear and smashed it on the table. You furrowed your brows and shot a cold glare at each of the men in the room before standing up.

“Listen, I get that you all think you’re right, but just take a fucking breath and get over your superiority complexes and work together. I don’t like playing mediator, I like playing the girl who’s leaving to go shower and get out of this damn catsuit.” 

You stormed out of the room and went the opposite direction of Bucky, heading to your room. With each step, you could feel your wetness seeping through your underwear. Bucky anticipated your movements and managed to beat you to your bedroom. You pushed past him and he remained in your doorway. You turned to slam your door shut, but stopped when you saw the massive tent in his pants. 

“Do you think that was funny, Barnes?” You spat the words at him.

“No.” He smirked and licked his lips. “I just think you like it when I talk dirty to you, doll, and that you’re too worked up to admit it.”

“Fuck you.” You reached for his hand, yanking him into your room and slamming the door closed behind you.

“Oh, I hope so.”


A/N: I hope you guys liked this! I apologize for it being so short, I’m just really into writing drabbles rn. I’m going to write another drabble soon ;)

(I’m also definitely going to write a long fic featuring much more detail and lots more dirty talk bc I really like this idea and I want to take time to plan out something much more amazing than this.)

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anonymous asked:

What would make us all very happy (me especially) is if you expended the lil ficlet you made where draco steals Harry's sweater, because its adorable and perfect and everything I need in my life and I'm dying for more

Ok~ (edit: I wrote this thinking anon meant the hoodie stealing fic but they also might have meant the holiday jumper stealing fic. Hopefully, I picked the right one or at least made them happy?)


Stealing Sweaters (Part 2)

“Potter. Potter. Potter!”

Harry looked up from his plate across the table at Draco with a frown, “What? I’m right here, you don’t have to shout, you twat.”

“Then answer the first time,” Draco sniffed.

Harry rolled his eyes, “What do you want?”

“Do you want my potatoes?” He pushed his plate halfway across the table.

Harry frowned at them, “What’s wrong with them?”

“There’s nothing wrong with them. You ate some of them, you daft wanker.”

Harry made a face at him, “What’s wrong with yours then?”

“Merlin save me,” Draco muttered, briefly pressing his fingers to his forehead. “I just don’t want them.”

“Don’t you like the roasted potatoes?” Harry asked.

“No.” Draco said flatly, “Now do you want them or not.”

Ron leant over and pointed at Draco with his fork, “Liar. I’ve seen you eating them.”

“On occasion,” Draco said stiffly.

“They’re one of your favourites,” Ron went on mercilessly.

Draco glared at him, “Well today they’re not.”

“They’re Harry’s favourites too,” Ron said.

“So?” Draco said.

“They’re the first dish to run out,” Ron said with mounting frustration, “You could just be honest and say you got them for him.”

Draco gave him a cold look and then turned away like Ron had ceased to exist. He picked up his plate and dumped the potatoes onto Harry’s plate and then stood up. “It’s not my fault you’re too scrawny,” he said and marched off.

“Hey! I am not!” Harry yelled after, standing as well. He went to follow and hesitated, glancing at his plate and quickly shovelling down the potatoes before running after him.

Ron slowly dropped his forehead onto the table with a thump, “They’re going to be the death of me… If I don’t strangle them with my bare hands first.”

Hermione patted his back sympathetically, “Well, you tried.”


Part 1 ~ Part 2 (you are here) ~  Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6

anonymous asked:

Top 10 petty Yuuri moments!!! Love youuu!! <3

Top Ten Petty Yuuri Moments

10) There was a reporter who was a not very subtle Viktor fan and was always skathing about Yuuri and so after they got together and the reporter was desperate to interview him because it was the big skating news that everyone was talking about, Yuuri conveniently walked past them at every competition without seeing them and all the requests for an interview magically got lost

9) Once before a competition, one of the skaters came up to Yuuri and was trying to talk big and intimidate him and was claiming that they were a better skater and going to win gold and after they finished their speech he just took out one of his earplugs and went ‘sorry, what did you just say, I didn’t quite catch that?’

8) When he and Viktor got their new puppy Yuuri tried really hard to be the strict parent and train it well and Viktor just spoiled it rotten. When Yuuri was out Viktor left their bedroom door open and the puppy got into their wardrobe and ruined all of Yuuri’s nice shirts. In retaliation, that night Viktor got kicked to the other side of the bed while Yuuri cuddled Vicchan and Makkachin. Viktor was excluded from the puppy pile and looked on mournfully from the cold side of the bed with the puppy which was also in disgrace

7) one skater was once rude to Phichit by saying he was a low level skater who no-one would ever remember and so Yuuri consistently referred to the skater by the wrong name for the rest of his skating career

6) Once Phichit had a party in their apartment the night before Yuuri had a test. He promised it would be small and quite but it absolutely was not. For the rest of that week Yuuri played really loud music at 5am every day and did very energetic and loud yoga in the living room instead of going out for a run because he was ‘improving on his morning routine.’ Phichit was not happy but he admitted that is was pretty much deserved

5) Once Phichit joked that Yuuri looked like a hamster when he ate because he stuffed his cheeks full of food and for weeks after that Yuuri filled all their joint meals with ingredients he knew that Phichit hated in revenge

4) Once he and Viktor had got into an argument because Viktor had forgotten something very important to Yuuri and so Yuuri cooked dinner that night and made enough for three, him and Vicchan and Makkachin. Viktor got nothing and had to make his own food instead of enjoying Yuuri’s wonderful cooking

3) The whole Olympic podium scene

2) “You’re routine was very good today, it was worthy of second place”

1) His 'fucked my way up to the top’ routine mentioned in a previous top ten