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Summary: 

Y/N’s curious, clumsy, and has a knack for asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. Bucky’s a hot-headed prick with a dark past and communication issues. Both are paired for training, and neither party is all too thrilled. 

Word count: 1200 


“This is the training room.”

You nod even though you’re barely processing anything you’re being told.

Three days ago you’d woken up in an abandoned warehouse, with no idea where you were or how you’d gotten there. There were significant gaps in your memory and a you were in lot of pain. Then someone in a red metal suit had entered your field of vision, frowning, and you’d passed out, wondering if it was all some kind of dream. When you’d come to for the second time, you were in the infirmary and this man, (Steve?), started saying something  about a group of enhanced individuals and you being one of them. It took all your willpower to not pass out again.

“We don’t know what your abilities are, but given your enhancements, people are going to come after you. It’s important that you learn to defend yourself.”

You’re still not sure what ‘abilities’ he’s talking about, or what he means by 'enhancements’.

“Training is usually carried out by Natasha or Wanda,” Steve’s speaking again, barely taking notice of you staring at him with eyes wider than plates. “But since they’re away on a mission, we’ll have to find someone else to train you.”  

You nod your head, still trying to understand everything. The names are meaningless to you, and you’re not too keen on getting trained by anyone, especially not if they all have the same stressed out demeanor that Steve seems to radiate. There’s a dull headache beginning to throb at the back of your skull, and honestly, you just need to close your eyes for a bit.

“We should go speak to Fury.”

As if you know who that is. You just nod and follow after him as he hurries along.


Everything about Director Nick Fury is unnerving, from the immaculate state of his office to the way his eye seems to be looking right through you. You swallow hard as he addresses Steve, keeping his eye trained on you the entire time.

“And we don’t know what her abilities are?”

You grit your teeth, still uncomfortable with all the talk of your abilities and your supposed enhancement. You can barely remember your own name.

“Not yet.”

Nick sighs and seems to be in deep thought. After a moment, he turns his body to you. “Can you shoot a gun?”

You look at him incredulously. A gun, you? You could barely hold a kitchen knife without fumbling with it. To hold, no, to shoot a gun? If this was any other situation, you might have laughed. Instead, you shake your head. “No, sir.”

He turns back to Steve. “Well, she’s going to have to learn. Barnes is the best sniper we’ve got. He’ll train her.”

Steve winces, and for a moment he looks like he’s about to say something else, but Fury turns his attention to the screen in front of him, clearly dismissing the two of you.


Steve leads you through the maze-like halls of the compound, until finally, you’re standing in front of large double doors. He pauses and looks to you with a sigh. He seems beat down, dark circles and pallid face. You almost sympathize, but then realize you probably look much the same.

“Bucky’s a good guy, Y/N. Just remember that.”

You’re not sure what he means, or why that’s even relevant, but you don’t have time to think as Steve pushes open the doors and strides inside before coming to a stop in a living-room of sorts, where two people are seated on the couch. Neither of them seem too happy to be in the other’s presence.

Upon seeing Steve, both of them stand, and the one to the right smiles brightly. He’s the first person you’ve seen that looks relaxed at the compound, wearing sweats and a t-shirt and an expression of genuine interest on his face.

“Captain,” he greets, but it’s more out of mock respect than a soldier-like salute, and even Steve’s eyes crinkle. You can tell their friendship goes a long way.  His brown eyes glance at you. His smile doesn’t waver, and it’s so contagious that you can’t hold back the smile that makes its way onto your lips.

If this is Barnes, then maybe training won’t be as bad as it sounds.

Your spare a glance at the person to his left, dressed in the same relaxing attire but looking nowhere near as calm. Every part of this man’s body language screams stress, from head to toe. Upon seeing you, his scowl deepens, and you drop your smile.

“Buck, you’re taking this round of training.”

The guy to the left grins and turns to you. “And I’m guessing she’s the one who needs training?”

Steve nods and you feel your erratic heartbeat slow down significantly. The warning that Steve had given you earlier disappears to the back of your head; the guy seems so chill and laidback, it’s a breather. You smile back, until–

“Oh man, good luck.”

The confusion must show on your face, because the guy turns to Mr. Scowls-A-Lot and claps him on the back. “Meet our resident Grinch, Bucky Barnes.”

Your heart drops to your stomach and Bucky glares at you, fingers curled into a fist. You want to ask him what put him in such a bad mood, but you’re not sure you’ll stay alive long enough to hear the answer.

“Can I talk to you for a moment, Steve?” Bucky’s jaw clenches and his face is slowly turning red. Even Steve, who seems to be in charge here, grimaces. With a sigh, he follows Bucky to the other corner of the room. You plop down onto the sofa.

“I’d say don’t worry but, I’d definitely worry.” You turn to the first guy, and he holds out his hand. “I’m Sam.”

“Y/N,” you shake it, then gesture to the duo in the corner, having a pretty heated conversation. “Is he always this…”

“Grumpy? Only on a good day.” When he sees your face pale even more, Sam laughs. “I’m just kidding. He takes some warming up to, but he’s not a bad guy.”

He repeats exactly what Steve had said, and for whatever reason, the words aren’t reassuring in the least. Bucky and Steve’s conversation seems to have escalated to loud whispers now, and you catch certain phrases here and there, “I don’t know… Nobody seems to… Can’t be trusted.”

The last one hits you hard, and you want to be angry, but Bucky’s right. You barely remember anything about yourself and you have supposed abilities that you’re pretty much in the dark about; even you can’t trust yourself.

The clock on the wall shows the time to be just past two in the morning, and just as the second hand makes its way around the face for the second time, Bucky walks up to you, fists clenched and breathing heavily through his nose.

“Meet me in the training room tomorrow morning. Six a.m. sharp.” He’s less than thrilled about the whole ordeal, and you can only match his level of discomfort.

As he storms out of the room, you throw your head back onto the couch and groan.


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prompt from @sanverspotsticker – “Clark meets Maggie kinda in the way he met Mon El tonight”


She’s not that excited to meet him.

He’s only Alex’s cousin.

He’s only Superman.

And Maggie Sawyer is not – will not be – Winn Schott.

Winn, who practically tumbled down a flight of stairs when Superman flew back in (Vasquez lost ten bucks to Maggie in the process).

She’s certainly not excited to meet him.

It’s not like she idolized him growing up.

No, she’s not excited to meet him at all. 

Because he’s only Alex’s cousin.

So she’s not excited.

She’s absolutely terrified.

It had gone well with Alex’s mom, and Kara was warming up to her.

It had gone well with J’onn, and with Alex’s brothers.

But Clark was the extended family; Clark was the part of the family that Maggie was shuttled out to at fourteen. The part of the family who hated her, perhaps, even more than the parents who didn’t have to deal with her anymore.

So, ordinarily, she’d be nearly tumbling down those stairs right alongside Winn.

But this isn’t just Superman.

This is Alex’s cousin.

Alex watches her with curious eyes and a soft grin. She knows what a big fan of Leslie Willis, Cat Grant, James Olsen, Batwoman – the list goes on – that Maggie is.

Superman’s sure to be on the list.

So Alex nudges her slightly right before Clark catches her eye, before he tilts his head, before he strides over to them with a midwestern gait and a small smile in the middle of a war, because his cousin’s never giggled about anyone before, but god, she giggles about Maggie.

So, war or no war – dire circumstances or not – Clark is eager to meet his cousin’s girlfriend.

He holds out a warm hand, slight wariness mixed with genuine welcome in his eyes.

“You must be the woman my cousin is absolutely crazy about,” he offers, and Alex tries not to preen.

“Maggie Sawyer,” Maggie nods and shakes firmly, her voice somewhat smaller than it usually is, her eyes somewhat shier. 

“You’re treating her right?” he asks, even though he knows the answer. 

“I try to every second of every day,” Maggie tells him, restraining herself from adding a “sir” to the end of her sentence. She reminds herself that Kara used to change this guy’s diapers.

Superman grins, and his smile is almost as bright as his cousins’. “And is she treating you right?” he asks while Alex pffts and shoves him.

But Maggie’s voice is solemn, serious, when she answers.

“No one’s ever treated me better.”

Alex’s giggle cuts off mid-breath, and Clark holds Maggie’s eyes with such intensity that they almost start up his heat vision.

She holds his gaze, her chin up, her eyes earnest, her palms somewhat clenched at her sides.

And then she’s being pulled into a long, warm, surprisingly gentle hug.

From Superman.

She tries not to squeal.

“You two should spend a weekend with Lois and I in Metropolis when this is all over. She’d love to meet the newest member of the Danvers family, Maggie.”

Before Maggie can stammer out a response, the radio buzzes with information about a fresh attack west of the DEO.

Superman points upwards, and Alex nods.

“Up, up, and away,” he winks at Maggie, taps his index finger underneath Alex’s chin, and soars toward danger.

“Superman hugged me!” Maggie’s voice is slightly strained.

“Thought it was no big deal, he’s only my cousin?” Alex grins and nudges her with her shoulder as they both head back to tactical command.

“But he hugged me,” Maggie repeats, and she sounds an awful lot like Winn.

This time, Vasquez owes Alex ten bucks.

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 7/?)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Can I just say that I always get sooo excited when someone comments on my imagines and I always want to reply and give you all hugs and say thank you but I don’t do it because I when I comment name of my other blog shows up so that would be weird and confusing lol
But yeah I see EVERYTHING and want to thank you a million times ❤
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    PART 5     PART 6


action moves like a month of so forward, somewhere around halloween

“You’re going to the Friday’s party, right?”, Jessica asked when we were warming up before dance on basketball game.

“Umm, not sure yet”, I smiled faintly.

“Excuse me? Y/N Y/L/N can’t not come for halloween party!”, Monty and Bryce were walking by us and clearly overheard.

“I’ll try my best to make it to the party, but I’m doing trick or treat with my cousin and definitely can’t cancel that”.

“You can bring you cousin to the party, the more girls the better”, Bryce sent me his probablly most disgusting smile.

“She’s six, you vein fuck”.

“Well, you can come after you will be done. Come on”, Sheri begged.

“I’ll try my best”, I repeated.

Two days later I was walking around the city with my cousin, she dressed as Joker, me as Harley Quinn and I wasn’t too amused about that, because half of the girls were dressed like Harley, but Trixie* is way too stubborn to fight with her about that. And it was actually cute how surprised she was everytime we passed someone dressed as Harley.

“Have you seen it?”, she whispered. “She was dreesed just like you!”

“I know!”, I made shocked face everytime. “But she doesn’t have this cool baseball bat“.

My dad said I can’t go around dressed like that without anything for selfdefence, so I borrowed Jeff’s bat.
I was walking around, joking with this little six-years-old nugget and didn’t even realised we went to Monty’s house until he opened the door.

“Hi, Monty”, I smiled when he opened the door.

“Trick of treat!”, Trixie shouted.

“Well, treat! You don’t mess with Joker, am I right? And who is your pretty friend?”, he smiled at me.

“It’s Harley. But just for today, normally she’s Y/N and she doesn’t dress like a hooker”, she said seriously.

“Trixie!”, I softly jerked her hand. “Where did you hear that word?”

“In tv”, she shrugged like it was nothing.

“You know, you probably shouldn’t use that word”, Monty crouched in front of Trixie and threw some candies into the basket. “Your mum might get really upset if she heard you say it”.

“Okay, I won’t.”

I was actually surprised how good Monty was with little child, because no one would expect that from typical jock and number one bully in school.

“You’re not at the party?”, I asked.

“I’m leaving soon”, he said as he was standing up. “Are you gonna show up?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll come after I’m finished. Oh come on”, I looked into Trixie’s basket. “You can do better than that, de la Cruz”.

He grinned at me and threw more candies into basket.

“Thanks! Cool!”, Trixie said excited.

“You’ll get some at the party”, he said quietly.

“Will it be trick or treat?”, I asked and bit my lower lip.

“You’ll see”.

Trixie jerked my hand. “Is that your boyfriend?”, she whispered but loud enough for Monty to hear.

“No sweetie, he’s not my boyfriend, just my friend, Monty”, I felt I started blushing.

“Okay”, she nodded her head.

“We’re gotta go, a lot of candies to get”, I smiled. “See you later. Trixie, say bye”

“Bye, Monty!”, she waved at him.

“Bye, girls”, he smiled. “Y/N, you look good when you’re blushing”, he said when we walked a little bit. I didn’t say anything, just shook me head and smile.

Three hours later I finally got to the party, went straight to the kitchen and made myself a drink.

“Where did you lost your Joker?”, Montgomery showed up next to me.

“This party wouldn’t handle Joker”, I laughed.

“You know, as much as I would like to take you upstairs or somewhere right, you should probably look for Jess. I think she and Justin had a fight”.

“Shit”, I rolled my eyes. “Thanks”, I smiled at him and took my drink.

I started looking for Jessica, but instead I spotted Justin talking to Zach, pointing at one place, and that was were I found Jess and Sheri.

“Okay, straight to the point, what happened?”, I asked.

“He’s just… ugh… I’m so tired of him!”, she shouted and drank her drink at once.

I sighed, grabbed her armed and made her follow my steps and we went to the Justin.

“What happened to you two?”, I asked Justin.

“She’s fucking psycho!”

“Can’t you just do one thing I ask you for?!”, Jessica screamed.

“Okay, I’m out”, Zach raised his hands and walked away.

“What did he do or didn’t do?”.

“I’m Nancy, he was supposed to be Sid”.

“I am Sid!”, he defended himself.

“Are you serious? Do you even have internet to check things?”

“Both of you shut up!”, I covered their mouths with my hands. “Okay, Justin you could have done a little bit better. But Jess, when you two stand next to each other no one has a doubt who you are. Sind and Nancy. Nancy and Sid”, I smiled.

“Really?”, she asked.

“Yeah”, I nodded my head. “Now, kiss”, I looked at Justin, who still looked pissed. “Oh come on, you can’t be mad at her for too long, we all know that”

He finally grinned and gave Jess a hug.

“Yay, Y/N, the peacemaker!”, Jeff came up to us and high fived me.

“Okay, Y/N, don’t freak out”, Sheri said with a tone that actually made me wanna freak out. “Don’t look but on your two o’clock is…”

Of course I looked before she even finished the sentence. “Oh, fuck”, I quickly turned my face.

“What? Who is that?”, Jess asked.

“My fucking scumbag exboyfriend, Sean”, my jaw instantly clenched. “Why is he even here? He already graduated, he wasn’t even in Liberty High”

“I think he came with Bryce’s cousin”, Sheri said.

“Fuck”, I tok a huge sip of my drink.

“Monty!”, Jess waved at de la Cruz. “Put your arm around Y/N”.

“What?”, me and Monty asked at the same time.

“He wraps his arm around you, it looks like you’re together and this Sean or whatever his name is won’t come anywhere near you”.

Her plan was pretty good, I had to admit.

“Put you fucking arm around me, Montgomery”, I said through my clenched teeth and so he did.

“He’s here?”, he asked shocked. “We all warned you, when you started dating him. First of all, you were freshman, he was senior, second of all he wasn’t even in Liberty…”

“And he was in our opponent’s basketball team”, Justin added.

“Oh, stop with the fucking basketball team, like it’s the most important part of the story”, I rolled my eyes.

“Okay, but what’s the story?”, Jessica asked, she didn’t know anything, because she wasn’t at Liberty High when everything happened.

“He banged her and she never heard of him again”, Justin said.

“We were official”, I said with sharp tone. “But yeah, he broke up with me right after we… you know”, I finished my drink with one sip.

“Okay, I’ll bring you another, cause I see you need one”, Monty took my empty cup.

“Thanks, lots of vodka, please”.

“I’ll kick his ass”, Jeff said very pissed, and Jeff is not a person who get pissed easily.

“Me too”, Foley added.

“No one’s gonna kick anybody’s ass, go outside, play some beerpong, we’re not making any scene”, I pushed to te backyard and stayed with Sheri.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay”, she tried to cheer me up. “Monty might be, well, Monty, but he’s always there if someone needs him, and Sean can’t be that dumb, to come up to you when you have Montgomery by your side”.

“You’re probably right”, I sent her faint smile and turned around just to see that Sean was already right in front of me.

“Well hello, Y/N. You’re looking even better than when I last saw you, if that’s even possible”, he looked at me up and down.

“Yeah, that’s cool but I got somewhere to be”, I tried to walked next to him, but he took a step to the left and got in my way.

“Come on, don’t run away, we can sit somewhere and go down the memory lane, you know, good, old times”, he stroked my cheek.

“First of all, don’t touch me”, I flinched. “Second of all, there are no good, old times, leave me alone”.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Justin and Jessica coming to us, Jess tried to calm him down.

“Oh, come on, babe”, Sean rolled his eyes.

“She’s not your babe”, suddenly Monty stood next me and I felt like I started breathing again, even though I didn’t realised I had held my breath.

“Is she yours?”.

“She asked you to leave her alone”, Monty took a step towards Sean, so now he was separating him from me.

“Or what?”

“You really wanna see?”, I spotted Montgomery clenched his fists.

“You wanna do it outside?”

“Okay, okay”, I stepped between the two of them. “No one is gonna do anything outside, we’re not making scene”, I spotted Jessica holding Justin arm and Zach whispering something to Jeff. I also noticed music stopped playing, so now everybody’s eyes were on us.

“Oh, I see”, Sean chuckled. “Your whole protect committee is here. Jeff, Justin, Sheri… Everyone who comfort little, poor Y/N after her terrible boyfriend broke up with her”.

Monty got pissed and tried to took another step forward, but I stopped him.

“Monty, don’t”, I whispered. “Okay, Sean, it’s enough”.

I almost made Monty turn around and leave the room, but Sean just wouldn’t stop.

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking boring in bed I wouldn’t break up with you after I fucked you two times”.

Justin got out of Jessica’s grip and this time I literally had to pushed Montgomery to stop him, only Zach could keep Jeff in place.

“Justin, don’t!”, I shouted and he stopped walking.

I turned to face Sean.

“The right word is “bored” not “boring””, I said calmly. “I was bored in bed. And maybe I wouldn’t be so fucking bored if there was anything to be excited about”, I took a glance at his crotch, making hints about size of his member worked on every guy if you wanted to shut him up. I turned back to Monty.

“Dumb slut”, I heard behind me.

Monty clenched again, his eyes were dark with rage.

“Montgomery, don’t”, I said softly and put my hands on his chest.. “Just drop it.”

“You let him talk to you like that?”, he whispered.

I smiled at him. What he didn’t noticed was that I was boiling inside. And that my hand was clenched in fist. I turned around and punched Sean right in the nose. Everybody’s jaws dropped. He put his hand on his face and when he took it away, still in shock, I punched him again.

“I don’t want to see you ever again!”, I shouted. “You hear me? Ever again!”, once I let my anger get out of me I just couldn’t stop and kicked him in the anckle. “Fucking scumbag!”

“Okay, that’s enough”, Monty grabbed me in my waist, pulled me up and carried me outside. 

“Put me down, I’ll fucking kill him. Montomery, put me down!”, I tried to punch him in his ribs with my elbow.

“Yeah, I’ll handle it”, he said quietly to someone, probably Jeff, cause we just went past him.

We left the house, Monty closed door with a kick and continued carrying me.

“Fuck you, Montgomery”, I shouted.

When we were far from people, he finally put me down, turned me, so I was standing face to face with him and he put his hands on my shoulders.

“Calm down”.

“Don’t tell me to calm down! Why you can get angry and beat the shit out of people, and I can’t?”, I looked at him

“Because you‘re better than that!”, he shouted and that stopped me for a moment. “You’re better than that”, he said calmly. “You’re better than me”.

He saw I was calmer, so he took his hands off my shoulders.

“You okay?”, he asked concerned.

“Yeah… I’m sorry… I acted like a fucking psycho”.

“Hey, hey, don’t apologize for it, the guy is a dick”.

“Did this punch at least looked good or was it that funny, pathetic show that girls always do when they hit someone with their funny little fists?”, I asked.

“Well, even though your fists are funnily small, the punch was actually impressive”, he nodded his head. “Not pathetic. At least until you kicked his anckle,then you started acting like a girl.”

“Whatever”, I rolled my eyes and realised my hand actually hurt a little bit, Monty spotted grin on my face.

“I’ll get you some ice”, he offered.

“No, just”, I touched his arm. “Let’s just… Don’t go inside for a few minutes”.

“What about your hand?”, he asked concerned. “It hurts and it’ll be worse, trust me”.

“It’s okay…”, I mumbled. I looked up because I heard door opening and saw Jeff, who carried a bag of ice. “Thank you, Atkins”, I smiled.

“We can murder him if you want, you know?”, he said.

“Nobody’s gonna murder anyone”, I rolled my eyes.

Door opened again and Zach, Justin, Sheri, Jessica and Bryce walked out.

“What the hell, dudes?”, Walker asked. “Y/N, you’re at a party fifteen minutes and you start a fight?”

“Oh God, you’re so stupid”, I sighed. “You should really pay more attention to who’s coming to your party, Bryce.”

“He’s my cousin’s friend from college and you’re acting like crazy bitch.”

“Have you even been there?!”, I asked loudly.

“Leave her alone, Bryce”, Monty said.

“Actually you know, Bryce, you and Sean would be great best friends as you both treat girls like trash”, I added.

Walker didn’t answear anything, just looked at me for a moment.

“Keep an eye on your chick, Monty”, he said finally.

“First of all, I’m not his chick, and what was that even supposed to mean?”, I asked.

“Just saying”, he shrugged and went back home.

“Fuck you, Bryce”, I shouted to him. “Did he just threatened me?”

“Come on, he’s just talking crap”, Justin said.

“No, Justin, he literally said to Monty to keep his eye on me”.

“For now, let’s focus on you keeping ice on your hand”, Montgomery took the bag of ice I hold in my left hand and put it on the right one.

“He threatened me, you all heard it”, I pointed at all of my friends.

“Let’s just all stay together for the rest of the night, alright?”, Jess proposed. “This party has gotten really fucking weird.”

And so we did, Monty really felt into this whole “put your fucking arm around me” thing, cause whenever Sean was seen closer than on the opposite end of the party, Monty’s hand automatically went on me. And when his arm wasn’t around me, he was in the kitchen making me a drink, to make sure my cup isn’t empty.

One thing led to another and after few drinks I was very, very buzzed and that makes me very touchy so as soon as right moment came I dragged Monty into first empty room and locked the door.

“Mont, do you know what time is it?”, I asked. “It’s a hook up time”, I answered my own question before he even opened his mouth , brought him closer by his neck and kissed.

At first he was a little shocked, what kind of surprised my drunk mind, it’s not like it’s the first time we were doing it, then he got into kissing for a moment, but when he realized I was slowly moving us towards bed, he moved away.

“What’s wrong?”, I asked.

“Babe, you’re wasted”, he said.

“So? If you don’t remember I also was drunk the first time we had sex”.

“You weren’t that drunk”, he crossed his arms.

“Like you care”, I snorted.

“Maybe you should take a nap”, he offered.

“I don’t want a nap, I want you to fuck me”, I said and put my arms around his neck. “Daddy?”

At this point he almost cracked, I could tell when he bit his lower lip and close his eyes.

“I don’t take advantage of drunk girls”, he said with his eyes still closed.

“Oooh, daddy has some morals?”, my thumb went up and down on the back of his neck.

He sighed, put his hands on my hips, kissed me and started moving us towards bed.

He laid me on bed  and the moment my head touched the pillow I felt how soft and comfy it was and how tired I actually was and that I couldn’t even bother to move my lips.

“Are you tired?”, Monty asked softly.

I nodded my head.

I closed my eyes, he moved me so I was laying on side and not on my back and covered me with a blanket.

“Take a nap”, he whispered and left the room.

It felt like a minute passed when someone kneeled next to bed.

“Hey, you’re okay?”, Monty asked.

“God, you left like a minute ago, let me nap”, I mumbled and covered my head with blanket.

Montgomery giggled. “Y/N, you slept for an hour”.

“What?!”, I quickly sat on bed.  

“It’s okay”, he smiled. “Here, I got you some water”.

“Thanks”, I took a glass from him and drank it all at once. “God, I feel like shit after that nap, why did you let me nap?”, I moaned.

“Because you were wasted”.

“I wasn’t that drunk. A little buzzed, but not wasted”, I rolled my eyes.

“I called you babe and you didn’t reply with your ‘I’m not your babe’”.

“Maybe I was trying to be nice?”

Montgomery didn’t answer, just bit his lips trying not to laugh.

“What? What did I do?”, I asked. “Monty, tell me”, I punched his arm.

“You called me daddy”, he said finally.

“No, I didn’t”, I said disgusted.

He nodded his head.

“Oh my God”, I laid back and again covered my face with blanket in embarrassment. “You know it wasn’t me talking? I was wasted”.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought”, he laughed. “You want more water?”

“No, I’m good. Thank you, Monty”, I smiled.

“You’re welcome”.


*Trixie - named after Trixie from show “Lucifer” on FOX, if you haven’t watch it, I hardly recommend it, very good shit and Trixie is my favourite.

Oh, sorry this one was mostly dialogues, but I kinda struggle with describing and that kinda stuff because english is not my first language (I really have to stop using it as an excuse for everything)

Warm Me Up ch. 38

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Over the last couple of days, Nico hadn’t told Will many details about how his reunion with his father went. When Will got home, he found Nico listening to music, writing in his journal, his eyes puffy and bloodshot. Despite it, there had been a small smile playing on his lips and a kind of serenity in his eyes. He had looked at Will, smiled, then continued to write.

Will had showered and laid beside him, asking if he was okay, leaning against him as he wrote. He didn’t want to press if Nico didn’t want to talk. The best Will could deduce was that their talk had gone decently well.

Now, two days later, Nico seemed distracted as he walked around the house, mindlessly picking at small things- arranging the drapes, twisting the blinds open or shut a little, moving the salt and pepper from the table to the counter to the stove and back, and rearranging pillows or couch placements. Meanwhile, Will was catching up on Once Upon a Time. The most surprising thing had been the fact that Nico hadn’t snorted or made a sarcastic comment yet.  

Suddenly, Nico plopped down beside him. He didn’t say anything, but Will grabbed the remote and paused his show. Then he turned to Nico and raised an eyebrow. “What?” he asked.

Nico’s legs started bobbing up and down anxiously until he pulled them onto the couch and folded them beneath him to sit cross-legged. “I want to do something.”

Will furrowed his eyebrows. “Okay.”

Nico took a breath and began fidgeting his hands. “When I went with my dad, it was really awkward. Then we got back here, and I started arguing with him. There was… a lot of crying and yelling…. He apologized a lot.” Nico frowned and looked down. “I don’t know if I want to forgive him just yet. I feel like I have to figure out if he means it.” He glanced up with ebony, mysterious eyes right into Will’s soul, leaving him breathless. “I want him to meet you. As my boyfriend. And if he’s okay with it, I’ll start forgiving. I’ll let him try again. If not…. I don’t want him in my life.”

Will’s eyes widened and he twitched back in surprise. The reality of what Nico had said settled and left Will as anxious as Nico had been all day. He was going to meet Nico’s father?

“If you’re not comfortable, it’s okay,” Nico assured. “I just… I figured this was the best way to figure out if he truly wants to try to be a good dad for me.” He shrugged, eyes downcast, hands weaving together and coming apart nervously.

Slowly, Will lifted his boyfriend’s chin and smiled. “Okay,” he said with more strength and certainty than he felt. “I’ll meet him. When?”

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i know how it feels
it’s like you’re lost at sea and to add insult to injury, the sky has opened up
waves are crashing around you, thunder is roaring above you
it’s so loud and you can’t think, you just want the noise to stop
and you’re so fucking scared
you don’t want to admit it, but i know you are
and it feels like you won’t make it out of this alive
but listen to me
close your eyes
take a deep breath
and instead of dwelling how bad it is right now
try to think of the sun breaking through the clouds, illuminating your way towards something, or somewhere, or someone safe
because you know what that is?
hope
there is always hope
and please remember
that this storm won’t last forever
—  you’re the strongest sailor i’ve ever met
(cc, 2017)
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Ficlet: Cheer Up

982 words, G rated

Albus comes home miserable from Christmas break in fourth year, and Scorpius wants to cheer him up.

In the video of the new cast, there’s a shot of Samuel doing some stupid gesture with his wand, where it looks like Scorpius is doing an impression of his dad to make Albus laugh. He looks like he’s doing an over-exaggerated Malfoy act. So then I had to write it…

This is my first bit of writing about the new cast! Short, but hopefully sweet. 

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Hey you! Do you have a Roegadyn? Maybe know someone who does? Want a free headshot of them ala the ones I did not so long ago, ~right here~?
Great! Send me pictures, I wanna paint them! 

I’m currently working on the last few of the larger scale paintings on my docket, but it helps a lot to do a little warm-up picture before working on them. So I figured, instead of doing something random, why not paint more people’s characters? And since I have yet to get a request for a roe, I figured I’d specify this time, since I’d like the practice! 

SO all you gotta do if you’re interested is either reblog this and add a picture, send me a message, or an ask. Whichever you prefer~ OK Have a good day, enjoy the live letter info~

anonymous asked:

Story with Richard abducting you while walking home from school? Maybe a uniform fetish?

Comin’ right up :)

Walking home from school, it was a warm sunlit afternoon, closing your eyes you let the sun bathe your skin with warmth. The leaves danced in the breeze making a beautiful sound. Then a gust of wind blew your skirt up, you hurried to push it back down and it felt as if someone was staring, curious you looked around to see if there was anyone else but besides the occasional passing car you were alone, so you continued on your way.

Humming some random tune you walked into the local convenience store clutching the spare dollars you found in your bag,walking through the aisles you scanned your options on what to get immersed in the candy selection you didn’t notice the man standing behind you, eyes traveling down your body staring at the hem of your plaid skirt, only noticing his presence when you turned around nearly running into him “Oops, sorry sir” he looked down at you his dark gaze unfaltering “It’s alright”  you started walking backwards to get away from him. As you went to put your money on the counter a hand came from behind you placing money on the counter before you, turning around it was the same man from before. Walking out the store you heard heavy footsteps behind you “Let me take you home” you turned around to face the man “Excuse me” he gave you a crooked smile “Let me give you a ride home” you shook your head “I’m not even supposed to talk to strangers so I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to get in the car with one” he held out his hand “I’m Richard, Richard Ramirez” you took his hand and shook it cautiously. “Well it was nice to meet you Richard but I should go now”

You could tell someone was behind you, you felt your heart race as you sped up looking around to see if there was anywhere you could hide but before you could you saw the same man in a car driving slowly along side you “are you sure you don’t want a ride, I think it might rain, and it seems like you’re going in the same way as me” glancing up at the gray sky you contemplated, it had gotten cold out, and your house was only a few blocks away, he couldn’t do anything in that amount of time. You picked at you nails while you answered and smiled “Sure, why not” he gave you a toothy grin and leaned over the console opening the door for you “Hop in” you held down your skirt as you got into the car your nose instantly filling with the smell of smoke and stale beer , your gut tightening. You regretted the decision as soon as you heard the door lock.

Driving along he looked over, his dark yes scanning over you “Is that what you wear all the time or…..” you flattened out your skirt and looked at him “It’s my uniform, for school if I don’t wear it I get in trouble” you watched his eyebrows raise “Catholic” you smirked and shook your head “Do you like it” you looked at him “Yeah” but your voice was faltering and he looked at you with a questioning gaze “I’m not gonna smack you with a ruler if you say no”  you both laughed allowing your conversation to drift to other topics

When the words finally died down you looked out the window and realized you didn’t recognize where you were “I think you missed a turn or something” his dark eyes stared straight ahead at the road “I know” you looked at him dumbstruck “Well then turn around, go the right way, and take me home” you should have never let your guard down, never got in the car, never been so…so stupid. You tried to conceal the panic as you let your hand slid along the door glancing over as your fingers curled around the handle, ready to jank it open and jump out he was only going 30 so it wouldn’t hurt. Taking a deep breath you pulled and lurched forward face smacking against the window, you heard laughter come from Richard “The child lock is on, you can’t get out unless I let you” he looked over with almost a snarl on his face and winked as you cowered away in the seat “Let me out….please”

if the light came down the right way it could have shone into the dark places. you said that i was an adventure you couldn’t swallow but you forgot about all the places the floorboards were rotted through. i am nothing but empty bedrooms. people move into me and mention that there’s a feeling of despair. people move into me but they never stay long enough to figure out why it’s there. i’m a haunted house, you see. good for a night and leave the next morning. i’m what gets your heartrate going but you’d never actually be with me long enough to call me a home. i mean for an adventure i feel more like a nightmare. i mean for someone who smiles a lot i’m barely even there.

Lazy

Summary: Pure porn without plot. You wake up and spend a morning with Sam and Dean.

Warnings: Smut, threesome (no Wincest), anal sex

Word Count: 2650ish

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Too hot. Too bright. Everything feels heavy and suffocating, like you’re trapped or tied down. Leg muscles twitch, but you can’t move them as you force your brain to swim toward the surface, try to break your mind out of its haze.

And then you wake up.

For just a moment, you focus only on your breath. You wake up like this two or three times a week, have ever since you started hunting, and it will only take your body a few seconds to calm down.

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“You’re warm...”

Request:
How would bts members react to their s/o randomly nuzzling their face into his neck because they’re cold

(I hope you don’t mind but I changed up the request a bit so that it can be for everyone)

Thank you for requesting I hope you like it!

{Gifs do not belong to me, all credit to rightful owners}


||Namjoon||

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

He probably wouldn’t have much of a reaction because he’d be used to your randomness. But he would find it really cute still because you would be basically hugging him while hiding your face in his neck. “Babe, what are you doing?” You wouldn’t say anything and just nuzzle against his neck more (if possible) and enjoy the warmth he gave you. “Y/n,” he smiles, leaning his head on yours and  petting your hair. “You okay?” You hummed, “you’re just really warm.” His smile grows wider and begins to feel all shy. “Ah, cute.”

||Jin||

Originally posted by jjilljj

Jin wouldn’t mind that you decided to snuggle against him. He’d get comfortable wrapping his arm around you to get closer. “Are you ok like this?” You nod and a small shiver ran up your spine so you hid your face more into his neck. “You’re warm,” you said. “Am I?” you nod again. “It’s making me a bit sleepy,” you hear him chuckle feel him kiss the top of your head. “it’s ok, we can stay like this for a while.”

||Hoseok||

Originally posted by hoseokb

This random little action would probably catch him off guard but not in a bad way and of course he wouldn’t mind. You two were sitting watching a movie but it was a bit cold, and being to lazy to get up you scooted closer to your boyfriend and nuzzled your face into his neck. “What’s this?” he ask playfully as he tried to look down at you. You shook your head and kept yourself close to him and that’s when he felt you shiver. “Oh I see,” he laughs, “my jagi is cold.” “just keep me warm hobi.”

||Yoongi||

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

He would enjoy feeling you against him because honestly you’d be really warm to him to despite you being a bit cold and shaking like a Chihuahua. It was just another lazy day for the both of you and you two were still in bed having small talk. But it was really cold in your room for some reason and you really couldn’t listen to him talk because of it, and the blanket wasn’t helping. “What are you doing?” he’d ask mid way through speaking seeing you roll over to him and nuzzle you face into his neck. “It’s freaking freezing in here and I need your warmth.” Yoongi just grins and brings his arm around you, “weirdo,” “shut up you like this to.”

||Jimin||

Originally posted by beui

This young man right here would find it absolutely adorable. Why you ask? I don’t even but it seems like he would. You would be sitting on the swinging bench on the balcony of your home cuddled with a blanket and enjoying the city view. You were sat between his legs and the small yet cold breeze gave you a chill despite the blanket. You twisted your body so that your legs draped over his right leg and quickly hid your face in the crook of his neck. “Cold?” he giggles. “Yeah, don’t move around too much you’re warm.” He can’t help but grin and hold you once again. “Ok I’ll keep you warm.”

||Taehyung||

Originally posted by bts-k

Taehyung is soft ok, (Physically I’m sure he is to, anyway). He’ll love the fact that he just gets to hold you and all that junk. He’d be sitting on the couch minding his own business but then he sees you waddle in wearing a hoodie. “Tae can I sit with you?” Of course he says yes and beckons you to come over. You hurried over and instead of sitting by him like he expected you sat on his lap, hiding your face into his neck. You sighed happily and slung your arm around his neck. “You’re really warm babe,” your words make him blush and kinda holds you tighter out of shyness. “You need to stop being so cute.”

||Jungkook||

Originally posted by kpop631

You don’t do it often when your with him but whenever you nuzzle your face into his neck he always giggles because your nose or the warmth of your breath hitting his neck always tickles him. He really likes it though because he just likes being near you. “Kookie I’m cold. Can you turn on the heater?” Instead of that he gets up and plops down right next you pulling you onto his lap. “It gets to hot in here really quick, we can just cuddle.” Your lips purse together trying to hide your smile so you nuzzled into his neck. The second you do he laughs and pulls back. “Are sure about th-” “It’s fine I like this.”


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Much love~💖

Break-Up Novella.

PART ONE: I WON’T GIVE UP.

Here we have the very first part to a very anticipated, very emotional, very long-winded, very angsty-filled break-up story where we see the missus and Harry split and cope in ways that only bring them back to one another, closer than before and deeper in love than ever before. A little novella(?) that I’ve been working my hardest on and spending my free time perfecting just for you guys. 

I cannot thank you enough for being patient with and understanding that it’s been something I want to be 100% happy with. It’s been tough, I’m not going to lie. It’s been hard to find motivation because I’ve not written very many sad stories whilst being on here; I’ve read them! But, not written many, so, I hope this is the start of something new (cue High School Musical reference).

I’m still very iffy over the argument scene. So, bear with uit, haha. It’s the first piece of angst that I’ve written…

But, I’m finally SO happy to be sharing it with you! For the next 5 days, you’re going to be taken on a journey of emotions between the two of them. Enjoy! x

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How They Act When You’re On Your Period (Avengers Preference)

Sorry I haven’t been around lately guys!! I’m hoping to start being more active again! Hope you guys like this and it begins to make up for my months of inactivity! I’ve had this request for a while so I hope y’all like it!

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Tony Stark:

He buys you everything you could want, and more. The first time you ask him to go to the store for you he comes back with every single piece of chocolate he could find at Duane Reade and about ten different boxes of pads and tampons. He also has a new heating pad and your favorite take out. When he’s done putting everything away (he insisted on doing it himself while you tried out the new heating pad), he lays next to you on the couch, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head. You thought he couldn’t get any more perfect until he finally ques up your favorite romcom without you having to say a word.

Steve Rogers:

Steve is sort of embarrassed at first. Back in his day this kind of thing wasn’t exactly talked about, especially not with scrawny ol’ him. So the first time you ask him to go out and grab you a few things he turns so red, you swear you can see his chest flush beneath his white cotton t-shirt. After he stutters for a few seconds and tears start welling in your eyes because you are just way too hormonal right now, Steve runs out of your apartment only to return a few minutes later with your favorite chocolate, your exact brand of tampons/pads, your favorite movie, and a cute teddy bear wearing a captain america outfit. He lays with you for the rest of the day, holding you close and rubbing your stomach as he spoons you on the couch, all forgiven.

Bucky Barnes:

Bucky takes it in stride. Much like Steve, he wasn’t exactly used to talking about this kind of thing, but as soon as you tell him you need him he’s there to do whatever you ask. He makes you breakfast in bed. He runs to the store to get you chocolate. He even goes to the store to get you tampons/pads (making sure he has your preferred brand and type written down). When he takes a while to come back he tells you he had to ask for help from a store employee. And whenever he gets back he spends the rest of the day holding you in his lap as he holds a heating pad to your stomach and whispers how much he loves you into your ear.

Bruce Banner:

He stutters a little in the beginning when you first bring it up. He’s used to this type of thing, but only from a doctor standpoint. He goes and gets you what you need, but he also asks you questions that you would normally only hear from your doctor, making you blush as much as he had earlier. After he agrees never to ask you those questions again, you both go to lay in his room as he brushes his hand through your hair and reads you your favorite book. You spend the rest of the day curled up in one of Bruce’s big knit sweaters, drifting in and out of sleep, with a cup of your favorite tea sitting on the bedside. 

Clint Barton:

He invites you up to his little nest. He fills it with your favorite blankets from the Tower (he even gets rid of the old ratty one you hate for the few days you’re up there), and has a stash of your favorite chocolate. He makes sure everyone knows not to bother you for the next few days as you just laze around and curl up together. Clint spends the whole time reading you your favorite books and telling you stories about his more memorable missions. He just wants to make sure you’re comfortable because he knows how tough you are and if this is causing you pain it must be rough. 

Pietro Maximoff:

Pietro spends the few days running around town and getting you whatever you want. Chocolate, tampons/pads, your favorite take out, flowers, he even runs out and gets you that new shirt you’ve been eyeing in the H&M window for about a week now. By the time he’s done running around all you want is for him to come and cuddle with you in bed. And that’s exactly what he does, after running around the tower to grab your favorite blankets, junk food, and turn on your favorite movie. Pietro wants you to feel like a princess because that’s exactly what you are to him. 

Thor Odinson:

He is so sympathetic. He buries you in a mountain of blankets and curls up with you, holding you close. He let’s you wear his huge sweaters that smell just like him, and he even lets you use his cape like a blanket. He offers to go to the store for you, but you know exactly how that would turn out so instead you ask if he can just make it storm outside, letting you two have the perfect lazy day inside. As the thunder rolls outside the window and the rain patters against the roof, Thor rubs soothing circles on your back as he tells you stories of the nine realms and his adventures back in Asgard. 

Loki Laufeyson:

He is kind of confused at first. He asks if this ailment is something he can fix with magic but you vehemently tell him no, not wanting to risk whatever consequences may arise. Eventually Loki realizes all he can do is be there for you so that’s exactly what he does. He lounges around with you all day, making you tea and reciting poetry to you while you lay in bed. He offers to go to the store for you and you instantly regret it when he comes back with adult diapers (”the package looks the same!”). You can’t stay mad though when he holds up a bag of your favorite junk food and let’s you wear his cape for the rest of the day as you two pig out and watch your favorite cheesy romcoms. 

Sam Wilson:

Sam stays in bed with you all day long. He holds you close and gives you all the covers. He even blows off Steve when Steve comes around asking for a training partner. He wants to make sure you know that he’s there for you in your time of need and nothing is going to make him leave your side (unless of course you need him to go to the store for you). He’ll even run you a hot bath in the evening with your favorite candle lit on the counter and your favorite spotify playlist humming quietly in the background. The other guys on the team may call him whipped, but he knows how to treat the love of his life right. 

Scott Lang:

He likes to joke around but when you give him that look he totally understands. He builds you a giant pillow fort in the living room and wraps you up in your favorite blanket, handing you a warm tea and piling up all of your favorite junk foods in the corner of the fort before turning on your favorite princess movie. He’ll hold you until you doze off before he sneaks out to the store to grab you what you need. He’s back before you wake up and holds you close the rest of the day, cracking jokes every so often. Before you doze off again, he tells you how thankful he is that you’re going to be around when Cassie goes through all this, but you reassure him that he would be fine.

T’Challa:

He spends the few days you’re on your period treating you like a queen. He has servants attending to your every need, and you never even have to change out out of your pj’s. And while he may have to attend to a few meetings, he makes sure that he’s able to be with you as much as possible. When the meetings are over the phone he lets you sit in his office with him, setting you in his lap and rubbing his hands up and down your back. When he’s not busy with meetings or training, T’Challa spends the day in bed with you, holding you close and keeping you warm. He also brings you cute little gifts like flowers he picked himself from the jungle, beautiful jewelry made of the stones found in the Wakandan mines, and he even brings you a kitten to keep you company when he has to be away. 


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Hope y’all liked it!

Imagine and Preference requests are OPEN! (Still no ships)

Desperate Frustrations. (A Smutty Harry Styles Blurb)

The city is dead silent. 

There’s not one single sound to be heard. No moves to be seen. Not one single lighted up window in the rows of twenty. Everyone is passed out and fast asleep. 

Except Harry.

His muscles are burning hot under his skin, his chest rising up and down rapidly. The king-sized bed keeps shifting and creaking as Harry rolls around, trying to find a good position and a cool spot he could sleep on, but all the good ones are already used. His tummy is under this unbelievable tension, which makes it hard for his mind to stay quiet.

Harry clears his throat, which makes it feel like he just drank a cup of sand. He stretches his arm out on the bedside table, to find a used wine glass and an empty bottle. The only liquid in his glass is the dried up red stains of his wine from earlier, when he was trying to drink his tears and sorrow away. But for nothing. Alcohol might erase the memories for a moment, but they always come back like a stray dog for food.

Groaning, he settles himself back on the bed and looks down on himself and sighs at the sight of his hard cock hitting his lower stomach. He traces the tip of his finger on his prominent vein, which makes his cock twitch and a cry leave mouth. Biting his lips, he wraps his hand around himself at the base and slowly, yet firmly starts to stroke himself. He closes his eyes and purses his lips together, feeling the warmth in his tummy getting hotter and hotter on every stroke.

Starting to speed up his hand, soft whimpers leave his lips, curses dying in his throat. Harry’s back arches slightly as his feet drag against the bed sheets and getting tangled with his covers, his hand quickly working his shaft as the other one gently cups his balls. As he starts to add pressure, he chokes on his moans, biting his bottom lips so hard with his nostrils flared out.

His head is tipped back, neck strained and veins popped up, begging to be nibbled and kissed so badly. A hiss leaves his lips when his thumb skims over his sensitive raspberry tip, pre-cum already forming on his slit and his eyes clamp shut. His back starts to arch again as he gets closer and closer to his high. Mumbling quietly:

“Oh fuck, ungh. Such a good girl fo’ me. Huh, Is tha’ wha’ yeh like?”

Harry’s thinking about the way you hugged his cock, so warm and snug, when you slid down on him. That choked up moan you did when he first pushed in. The way clenched around him so tight when you came. Your cries and your nails scratching down his back, making sure to leave him marks for the next day, so you could take care of him. And when he’s about to cum, hanging right on the edge and biting his lips until they’re bleeding red and his fist shakily holding his leaking cock, he stops, because that’s something you did to tease him, that devilish smirk on your face as Harry’s hands were gripping to your hips, his own hastily trying to fuck up into you. 

He’s panting, his hair in a sweaty mess on top of his head. He continues to jerk himself off, and goes completely silent. That’s when the knot in his lower stomach unwinds. Hot and heavy cum all over his ferns and dripping down his shaft to his balls. Cock twitching in his hand as he’s desperately trying to get every last drop of cum out of his tip.

He exhales loudly and drops his head back to the mattress, letting his cock fall limp on his thigh and then digging his palms into his puffy and red eyes. He still feels dizzy from his orgasm, feeling so sensitive and as light weighted as a feather. 

If only you were there to lick and clean him up, telling him how good he did, for you. And wipe away that salty tear away from his cheek, that is slowly making it’s way down to Harry’s jaw, holding up so many memories.

Dean’s Plaid

Summary: You and Dean do NOT get along. Until the night that you do.

Warning: smut, anger sex

Word Count: 3200

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy some Dean smut! XOXO

There are two things in the world you really hate: plaid and Dean Winchester.

There are plenty of things that you don’t like, that irritate and annoy you, that you’d rather not deal with. But those are the only two things you actively hate. A store with a window display of plaid clothing is enough to get your blood boiling these days. And Dean? Well, you make sure you never think of Dean. That just tailspins your world into a mess of violent anger for days before it wears off.

So the fact that you are currently wearing one of Dean Winchester’s plaid shirts, listening to him hum along with the radio as he drives you to his motel?

Yeah. You’re gonna need something to kill.

Or you could just kill Dean.

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BTS REACTIONS

ANONYMOUS ASKED :

Hi!! If your request are still open I would like to request a BTS reaction to you walking around your house in a tee shirt and underwear please and thank you 😊            

Hi~ Sorry for the long wait :) Here is your reaction!

BTS REACTION TO YOU WALKING AROUND ONLY IN AN OVERSIZED SHIRT AND UNDERWEAR

Originally posted by rapmooni

Namjoon:

“ I’m a gentlemen therefore I gotta act like one and make the lady as comfortable as she is. I mean, if she took off her pants, it means that she trusts me enough to do it, right? Anyways namjoon, just shut it and lend her a hoodie or something so that she doesn’t freeze.” He pauses “Y/N!!! Do you want some hot cocoa and maybe some pants to warm up! It’s cold in here” he’d cough

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Seokjin:

“ Ooh~ What a look” Seokjin would wink at you “ I like those fuzzy socks, they match perfectly with that white shirt and that gorgeous pair of legs” he’d comment flirtatiously “ Your legs look more appetizing than these chicken legs” he’d laugh at his own joke “ get it? Because I’m eating chicken legs…no? Okay then “

Originally posted by nnochu

 Jimin:

“Isn’t she feeling cold? I swear to my smol chimchim that I shivered a few seconds when she passed by. Maybe it’s the weather, or maybe it’s the fact that under that oversized shirt …@!#!%#@^$$. WHY IS SHE DOING THIS TO a DEPRIVED 21 YEAR OLD MAN LIKE ME” jimin would fake a sob “Screw college! All I need is a detox from this lack of action”

Originally posted by askmeifimadalek

Jungkook:

“Yeah maybe she just forgot that normal humans usually wear pants? But she’s a normal human. Why am I talking about her as if she’s abnormal for not wearing pants? Maybe I’m the one who’s crazy. Yeah let’s just walk past her and ignore ignore ignore” he mumbles to himself

“Jungkook” you call him

Oh well f*ck, here goes my purity. LEFT.DONE.VANISHED.RUINED. DECEASED.TERMINADO.FINITO.

Originally posted by toughchim

Taehyung:

Taehyung would be torn between embarrassment and his tendencies to join along in crazy stuff

“ Oh well hi, Did I miss something or did you forget something, because you’re like.. not wearing pants and it’s uhm…” he’d feel his ears heating up as he’d try changing topics”IS IT A NEW TREND?! SHOULD I JOIN YOU?”

Originally posted by nycbtslover

Hoseok :

Hoseok stares at you for a few seconds before realizing the absence of any pants on your soft legs . He’d probably follow along with you.

“WHAT AN AMAZING IDEA!” he snaps his fingers “ No wonder why I get inspired more easily when my pants come off. I should do it more often” Hoseok slowly takes off his pants off   “ Let’s make this a tradition , man” he’d bro fist you

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

Yoongi :

Being the old grandpa he is, he wouldn’t miss a chance to give you some constructive criticism

“ Youth these days go around with no pants” He’d eye your long legs “ Not that I’m complaining or anything lik,e that, but don’t come complaining after you catch a cold “ he’d cough “ Maybe I can help you warm up those legs and prevent any of us from getting a flu.” He’d comment “Don’t get the wrong idea. I only care about myself”


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Mijo // Jeff Atkins

A/N: Wowowow. Don’t @ me. @prettieparker86 , thank you sm! Ya really pushed me on this one. I hope you like it! 

Named after: My headcanon that that’s what Jeff’s mom calls him 99% of the time.

Warning: Some smut?


“Fuck. Jeff.” you managed to moan out.

You could feel him grinding into you, the soft lace of the thong you were wearing and the cotton of his boxer briefs too much friction for you to bear. The feeling of his cock rubbing against you sent moans flooding out of your mouth. You felt it everywhere, warm pressure building up in each end every one of your nerve endings. Your hips bucked up to meet his as he moved into you, his right hand squeezing your ass.

You could feel his lips, opening and closing against your neck. His teeth nipped at your skin, tongue swiping over his bite marks. Your eyes were shut tightly, mouth panting out short breaths as though it would somehow relieve the build up that was happening in your core.

It was hot. Too hot. You could feel the sweat on your brow and on every inch of Jeff’s muscles that were pressed tightly against you.

When the pads of Jeff’s rough and callused hand, grasped at your breast you whimpered at his touch. Arching your back, you gripped his hair between your fingers.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re so fucking sexy right now” he panted into your skin.

His lips moved up your neck until they met yours. His tongue, tasting yours as you tried to manage everything you were feeling. You were soaked, you could feel it and you knew your boyfriend could too. Your body felt like it was on fire with Jeff thrusting against you.

Fuck- god, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you”, he said breathlessly, his mouth still on yours. You both exchanged the hot air between you, kissing the open mouth of the other when you felt you could. You nodded, eager to have him inside of you.

His hands pulled at the Victoria’s Secret labeled fabric and you whined, impatient to wait any longer.

“Mijo- Ahh!” his mother screamed as she entered the room.

The two of you turned to see both of his parents standing in Jeff’s room. Jeff moved quickly, covering the both of you with his sheets.

You could see the red of his father’s cheeks as the older man left the room. His mother, however, stood there covering her eyes with one hand, holding out her cell phone.

“Mom!” Jeff shouted.

“Can I look?” she asked, in response.

Jeff sighed dramatically, his cheeks covered in a red hue as he answered “Yes”.

His mother uncovered her eyes, smiling sheepishly at you, clearly aware of the intimate situation her and her husband had walked into.

“Your Abuela is on the phone, she wants to talk to you” she stated.

“La llamaré más tarde mamá, por favor deje” Jeff pleaded, switching languages to save himself from some of the embarrassment he was already experiencing. He figured this way you wouldn’t understand how pathetic his plea was.

“The call is international, and you know it’s nighttime in Puerto Rico Jeffrey-”

“Está bien, solo vete, saldré en un segundo,” he said quickly interrupting his mother.

She nodded, offering you yet another sympathetic smile before closing his bedroom door.

Jeff shut his eyes as he fell back onto his mattress.

“I thought you said they weren’t coming home until 5!” you whispered to him.

“That’s what the note they left said!” he whispered back.

“Are you sure it didn’t say 2?” you questioned, mortified his mother had seen you near naked with her son.

“Y/N, I just had to have a conversation with my mom while completely hard, can we please not do this right now?” he answered closing his eyes again.

“Fine…but you owe me”, you say, referring to the build of your climax that was abruptly interrupted.

He chokes out a dry laugh in response, nodding in agreement. The two of you lay there in silence for a few minutes before he manages to get up to throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

He moves to leave the room to speak to his grandmother, and you call out for him again. He turns, avoiding the sight of your still mostly unclothed body. His hand covered his eyes in the same fashion of his mother.

“Jeff, what are you doing?”

“The last thing I want is to talk to my Abuela with a hard-on.” he says gesturing to you. 

You giggled, pulling the covers closer to you.

“Well, spray some cologne on or something before you go, you smell like sex.”

He shrugged as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

“Fuck it, she already saw us…” he muttered on his way out.

Hot For Teacher

Originally posted by lokiandthorblr


Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, little bit of fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Just felt like being a slut. This is just a fantasy of mine. Dean comes after the reader years later after he let her walk out of his life once. He is not making that mistake again. It’s short, and I’ve been extremely busy. Hope you don’t hate it.

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he likes to read

(this wants with all its heart to be a multichapter fic but i need instant gratification sooo)


He likes to read.

He likes to read and Kent likes him, and he really doesn’t know what to do about this fact.

Kent ran into him – well, ran past him, really – on a morning jog, in a usually deserted area of the community park where trees have been planted and are carefully watered to give the appearance of a verdant, lush grove in the middle of sunny, dusty Nevada. He was standing against a tree and reading, and when Kent jogged back to ask what he was doing, the man laughed and pointed to his book. Walden.

Kent’s never read it. The man shrugs. “It’s about a man who gave up his whole life to go live in the woods,” he says. “I used to go to Walden Pond and re-read it once a summer. But now I’m here and, well… this is as close to the woods as I can get.”

His name is James. He’s a high school English teacher. He shakes Kent’s sweaty hand and asks his name, what he does for a living.

Kent blinks at him hard. “You…” he starts. He was about to say, you don’t know?

“Me? You do me?” James cracks a smile. “Is that a pick-up line?”

His smile is sunny, and Kent breaks a little bit inside. He finds himself quickly enough to say, “Would it work?”

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