kicking in the front seat

BTS as a Family at the Movies


Originally posted by nevermindmyg

  • the baby duh 
  • Jin + Namjoon force everyone to see a lame baby movie because of him
  • makes a mess
  • is probably gonna yell and cry 
  • kicks the back of the seat that’s in front of him the entire movie


Originally posted by hobiiismylove

  • 20 minutes in and he’s already crying
  • sneaks in so many snacks
  • even tho Namjin bought everyone snacks at the theater
  • basically like jungkook
  • but he won’t be as annoying 


Originally posted by jikookxkookmin

  • the only one who actually watches the movie
  • he’s actually behaving too
  • except he has to tell everyone else be quiet like every 5 minutes
  • cries at the end with tae


Originally posted by jhope-shi

  • yelling the entire time
  • laughs at every scene 
  • and repeats every line
  • he’s the one Jimin is telling to be quiet basically


Originally posted by ksjknj

  • the dad
  • he’s stressed af because all of the other parents are lowkey glaring staring at them
  • takes turns w/Jin on taking the kids to the bathroom 
  • because they ask every 3 seconds
  • is lowkey crying bc of his kids
  • t i r e d


Originally posted by imonaworldtour

  • the oldest son 
  • salty af because he wanted to watch a different movie
  • probably like an action or horror movie
  • it doesn’t matter because he falls asleep as soon as the previews are over


Originally posted by gotjimin

  • the mom
  • just wanted spend some quality family time + treat the kids
  • b i g g e s t  m i s t a k e
  • crying by the end of it tbh

btw my requests are open for more reactions and scenarios and moodboards too

the 5 steps to happiness

summary: caroline arrives in the afterlife (requested by @kmze and a lot of others!)

a/n: this is a little different from what I usually write but I liked it and it was an excuse to write pure steroline fluff, plus a little Lexi and Liz. Enjoy!


He’s not expecting it when it happens. 

Of course, he knew it would happen, but he hoped it would be much further down the line. He is barely on his 200th calendar, the boxes of January crossed out in yellow counting down the days, a constant reminder that she is on her way. He just hoped she lived a very long and happy life before hand. 

He sits in his armchair in front of the fire, hers placed carefully next to his side, tapping his fingers along the rim of his half empty glass. Journal open on his lap as his jaw ticks with the lack of inspiration. 

Keep reading

  • Aries: Plays games on their phone
  • Taurus: Kicks the back of the seat in front of them
  • Gemini: Tries to talk to the people sitting next to them
  • Cancer: Cries in fear
  • Leo: Checks the time every 10 minutes until they land
  • Virgo: Reads a book or 5
  • Libra: Sleeps
  • Scorpio: Stares out the window
  • Sagittarius: Watches Netflix the whole time
  • Capricorn: Takes up all the seats so no one sits next to them
  • Aquarius: Spends money on food and wifi
  • Pisces: Listens to music
I’m a Fighter: Void Stiles

Originally posted by abbneto

All done for you @silverwingedfox hope you like and enjoy! Xxxx

Fear is one of the most world famous emotions. Anything from a small child to something as daunting as a lion can feel fear. It’s natural. Instinctual. It’s the feeling that can either make or break you.

The feeling that is what either keeps you alive or destroys you completely. And as I stood at the end of the corridor, watching the mayhem and destruction in front of me I felt no fear at all.

Lights flickered, footsteps pounded against the ground as people desperately ran away. But not fast enough. The Oni whirled around from all corners, their swords gleaming with fresh blood and the lust for more of it.

“Having fun little dove?” Void Stiles smirked and I smile, nodding.

“Good.” He purred and calmly leant to the side out of the way of one of the doctors, who was thrown halfway down the corridor, the look of terror prominent on his face.

“Why don’t you go wait in the car and I’ll finish up here, okay?” He asked, the undoubtable look of fondness in his eyes. I smile wider, leaning over to peck his cheek, his skin cold.


I stride out the hospital, smirking at how innocent it looked. Until you get closer and see the blood stains leading to the front door. The smashed window that had rained glass down onto the street. I guess you never know somethings wrong until you take a closer look.

I practically skipped to the car, loving the carefree mood I was in. I never had to worry about anyone or anything coming after me. No one would dare even touch me after-

The loud snapping of twigs pulled me out my thoughts as I stood by the car, looking around the seemingly deserted street. It was dark and the only light was coming from the many streetlights and the white glow coming from the hospital.

A cold breeze was chasing the leaves along the road and I knew I wasn’t alone. I leant casually against the door of the car, my eyes searching the quiet road. The too quiet road.

And then I saw it. The flash of a shadow. I strained my eyes but couldn’t see into the dark corner the figure had dived into.

I pushed myself off the door of the car and began walking towards the spot, confidence in my stride. I was only a couple of steps away before a bag was thrust over my head.

I immediately retaliated, clawing around me viciously. I felt to different hands hold and arm each as I lashed out, kicking and fighting.

“Hold her!” A voice commanded and I swung in the direction of Scott’s voice. Two snaps later and a set of handcuffs were tightly cutting off the blood circulation to my hands.

“Let’s go!” And before I could react I was lifted off my feet, despite how hard I kicked out and was thrown into the back of a car, which immediately pulled away and began speeding down the road.

The journey was not a comfortable one. Despite not being able to see and being handcuffed I put up a hell of a fight as I kicked out. My foot battered off the back of the driver’s seat and the car lurched to the side slightly.

I smirked behind the bag and shifted so that I was turned to the side and began kicking at the window, hearing a satisfying crack after two kicks.

“Seriously!” I heard Stiles whine from the front seat and I laughed to myself as Scott held me in a proper sitting position.

The car soon came to a stop and I was lifted out, one person taking my top part and the other firmly holding my legs.

“Let me go!” I screamed furiously as I was thrust into a chair.

The bag was yanked off my head and I squinted against the bright harsh light.

“What the hell,” I glared viciously at the people in the room “are you doing!?”

Everyone in the room looked as happy to be there as I did. Allison, Isaac and Lydia looked severely annoyed while Stiles and Scott were looking at me like I was a troublesome two year old.

“Void Stiles is getting out of hand. We can’t fight him for much longer.” Scott started and I rolled my eyes, already bored.

“And why is that my problem?” I snapped, matching Isaac’s death glare with my own.

“Because you’re his weakness. You’re the only thing he cares about.” Stiles said and I wanted to slap the stupid smirk off his face.

“So you kidnapped me?” I growled, despite being slightly impressed.


“Well it won’t work.” I said, annoyed how the handcuffs stopped me from folding my arms.

“We’ll see about that.” Lydia said and I roll my eyes again.

“Think of it like this. He’ll track me down easily. Are you guys ready to fight the Oni? You and I both know that you’re mountain ash will only last so long. And Void Stiles gets strong when he gets angry.” I was satisfied when I saw them all squirm, unsure of what to do.

“I may not be a werewolf but I can tell when someone’s afraid and those,” I nod my head towards the window, “Terrify you.”

Everyone’s head snapped round and everyone gulped at the same time. Two tall Oni’s were standing at the window, their eyes eerily fixating on everyone in the room.

“And if they don’t scare you.” I said and everyone in the room jumped. “Then maybe he will.” And I pointed towards the door.

Void Stiles was stood in the doorway, two more Oni behind him. He looked at me, checking to make sure I wasn’t hurt before amusedly looking at the black line of dirt at his feet.

“Did you really think something as powerless as mountain ash was going to stop me?” His tone was one of amusement but I could see the dangerous glint in his eyes and knew that a fight was moments away.

And then he stepped over the line.

Everyone’s jaw dropped but I simply smiled.

The Oni all came charging in, the two outside the window merely crashing through it and glass showered down on to the carpet.

Immediately fangs and glowing eyes were prominent in the room as Isaac and Scott snarled threateningly and Allison pulled out her bow.

Void Stiles walked calmly through the fight, narrowly avoiding the swings from Scott and the arrows from Allison but not once flinching.

He sauntered straight up to me, crouching down in front of my face.

“You okay princess?” He asked as his fingers looped round the chain on the handcuff. With a quick jerk the chain snapped and Void Stiles linked his finger through mine.

He pulled me to my feet and we walked out the house together, not giving a second glance back to the fight behind us.

“I’ll never let you out of my sight again little dove.”

EXO'rdium - By Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 3,991

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Blow jobs, Rough sex, Slight voyeurism, Masturbation, Multiple orgasm, Teasing, Love Bites, Smut & Fluff.

Summary: Chanyeol had invited you to watch EXO’s concert, The EXO'rdium, thinking that you’ll get a kick of having front row seats backstage, but what he didn’t expect was just how much watching him would effect you.

You toss your head back, small inaudible moans coming from your mouth, the disheavied image that you’ve envisioned of your boyfriend’s handsome face plaguing your conscience. You were so close too and given that you weren’t too enthused about ending yet, only made the heat in the pit of your belly tighten.

You gasp Chanyeol’s name the closer you reach that heaven known as your orgasm, your legs spreading wider on reflex, toes curling. The wave of unyielding pleasure didn’t nearly last as long you hoped for your body quickly spasms in the bliss of your satisfaction. You cry your boyfriend’s name one last time, fingers digging into the couch cushion before they finally relax. However, having been too overtorn with your beautiful white haze, you hadn’t realized of the person standing at the door before you.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to get caught, because honestly what would be the fun in that, no you Initially left it unlocked, therefore the person before you could see; could witness your situation. And that he had.

Chanyeol continues to stare at you with a shocked look on his face, his mouth ajar in utter disbelief. You couldn’t help the grin that grows upon your lips at his wonderful reaction, of how adorably cute he looked. Slowly you trudge over towards him, giving more sway to your hips then necessary, before you’re yanking the perplexed man by his loose shirt further into the room, forcing him down half his height where you crash your lips against his. It was rushed and lust driven, there being no passion even for the slightest, but that was the point. You wanted him to feel your frustration, to taste it.

With the door shut you push him back, pressing your body against his taller leaner one. Chanyeol gasps at your sudden action, knowing all to well what got you like this, and if he were to be truthful you knew he’d spill just how much he was enjoying it.

And as though he read your mind, Chanyeol smirks, regaining what composure was lost and kisses you in return. He tangles his hand through your hair, the other tightly wrapped around your small waist. A moan erupts from your locked lips at his welcomed acknowledgment, you leaning further up on your tip toes for better access.

Chanyeol wasted no time before he’s deviling his tongue down your throat, already making it hard to breathe. Unfortunately, far too soon your boyfriend pulls back to capture your lost oxygen. Naturally from how turned on you was could care less about a little problem such as that so in advance you lean back on your toes and kiss him again, this time swallowing him. Though unlike before, you go slow bringing more passion to it than lust. Chanyeol had no objections for he complys, his lips moving in time with yours, teeth biting down at your swelled lips.

Once the kiss ends however you look up, staring into his dark eyes, your heartbeat picking up in pace as he looks so much sexier in person then on that TV screen. All sweaty and breathing heavy, your clit just throbs in the desire of his touch, to finish what you clearly desired.

“Did you enjoy the show (Y/N)? By what you were doing I’d say so.” Chanyeol grins triumpt, his grip around your back tightening, nails digging into your spine as he pulls you impossibly closer to his aroused body.

You scoff, buring your face in his neck, wrapping your leg around his own, where you push your pussy against his thigh. “I did, now why don’t you do something about it.” You demand, reaching up to grab a fistful of his hair, lightly tugging back at the strands. “Or would you rather watch me do myself?” Gingerly you nibble at Chanyeol’s neck, moaning at the wonderful scent of the mingled cologne and sweat.

You don’t give him a chance to answer back as you retreat back to the couch across the room. On your way you pull your dress over your head, your shoes following. You smile gleefully having heard Chanyeol choke on his words before you’re turning around to see it for yourself. In your bra and panties you sit down, spreading your legs wide, hands between them. Just teasingly you pull at the strap of your garter, hearing it snap against your skin whence you let it go.

Bitting your lip you smirk as Chanyeol watches you through hungry eyes. Perhaps you shouldn’t have choose such a scandalous set. You roll you eyes, a scoff erupting from your throat, yeah, serves him right for teasing you with that rude fucking dance. Those thrusts, those body rolls, those fucking lip bites, you knew he was teasing you and god was it torture. Naturally you did what any girl would in that situation.

Much to your delight it didn’t take long before Chanyeol was pushing you down against the arm of the couch, his legs spreading yours apart. He leans down and kisses at your neck, tasting your delicate skin with his teeth. He growls at your taunt and you let out a small moan, digging your fingers into his shoulders. “Fuck (Y/N), if I would’ve known how much it turns you on to watch our concerts I would bring you more often. Like damn, I can’t even begin to explain how fucking sexy you look right now.”

“Perhaps next time you should practice that dance on me instead of that cane.” You lean up on your elbows to nibble at his earlobe. Chanyeol groans, anticipated. “I promise I’ll be a wonderful candidate. Hell I’ll even cooperate…if you like?” You hiss, moving your hips up in emphisis against Chanyeol’s strained groin, your legs latching behind his own to pull him closer. You wanted to feel his dick against you, to encourage your temptations.

Chanyeol moans at your movements, overwhelmed on how hot and bothered you’ve gotten from just one simple dance, although he should have seen that coming, you think. Having been too caught up into your thoughts you hadn’t realized what Chanyeol had done next and upon feeling it now you toss head back in pleasure, your boyfriend’s knee pressing between your legs. He elects forced moans of pleasure out of you.

Chanyeol yanks at your hair, and you whine eager, wiggling underneath him, your clit rubbing against his knee between you. Okay this was far worse, you conclude. Your boyfriend lets you have your fun of rubbing yourself against him, before he eventually pulls away. You groan at the loss, not nearly finished but, Chanyeol shushs you, assuring that he would give you something far better. You didn’t doubt it either.

Your boyfriend hastily yanks you down the couch, unsnaping your clips, where he removes your panties and garter belt. He leaves your stockings on however, because you knew how much he loves to feel the silk against his palms when he pounds into your pussy. Of course you don’t dare refuse and quickly lift your hips.

With those awful restraints gone, Chanyeol spreads your legs wide, making himself even more comfortable there. He takes in the beautiful sight, your glistening folds begging for something, something he eagerly wants to contribute. You boyfriend licks his lips seductively, smiling wide before he turns his head, feathering kisses up your leg. It wasn’t what you were expecting but right about now you honestly could care less, as long as his mouth was on your body, you were fine.

You vastly remember what this felt like, that wonderful mouth pressed against you in places you didn’t begin to think were so sensitive until now, of the feel of his breath caressing your gentle skin, god it had been far too long. With him being gone for so long, with his career and everything, your body visably shivers in the desire for more.

Chanyeol observers your every reaction as he moves up, leaving trails of licks and love bites up the bareness of your thighs until he inevitably reaches his destination. You bite your lip, running your fingers through his damp hair, encouraging, begging.

Your boyfriend just smirks at your pleads, internally aching to give you what you seek, interlocking his fingers with yours. You tighten the grip the moment his tongue meets your core, a hoarse moan of bliss erupting from your lips. Chanyeol merely groans at your sounds, pressing his tongue flat against your clit, savoring your wonderful taste that has been long forgotten to him. The hand that rests in his hair tugs harshly in some desperate need of leverage, your legs quivering beside his head.

“Hmm, Chanyeol…” You choke out, bucking your hips against his lips, sweat lightly beginning to litter your body as the rooms temperature suddenly increased in degrees.

Sloppily your boyfriend eats you out, sucking greedily at your already sensitive bud, making ungodly noises the more your own cries increase. He does this for a while, sucking your sweet cum right out of you until he deemed you were ready for him. Which honestly wouldn’t be too much longer if he kept up this pace.

Chanyeol drags his tongue across your dripping hole, licking up the sweetness your realising, groaning at the feel of your walls tightening around his tongue as he makes is way in. You pant loudly, cursing in the overwhelming euphoria as Chanyeol literally fucks you with his tongue.

Now moving away from you Chanyeol adds a finger, a cry unexpectedly emerging from within. “Oh, god! Ahh fuck!!” You whine, lip between harsh teeth. Chanyeol enjoys the sight of your current state, overly pleased that it was him who was making you overtorn in bliss. Soon enough he complies with his mouth again.

Chanyeol thrust the finger in fast, groaning at the feel of your slick walls around it, seemingly driving himself insane to the brink of his own control to fuck you senseless. He licks at your swollen clit with the tip of his tongue before he begins lightly nibbling at it. You curse, Chanyeol’s hand around yours gripping the delicacy of your fingers as he works both the skilled appendages against you.

Gradually slowing the pace of his thrusts, your boyfriend curls the finger up against your sweet spot and instantly you scream his name, unconsciously pushing his face further against your pussy as you begin to feel your orgasm rush, hips rocking against his face.

Chanyeol obeys the silent need you were producing and goes faster, suckling you clit into his mouth with more force than the finger inside you was. Of course you don’t mind you wanted this release, it had been far too long since you have gotten off with anything of Chanyeol’s, and if you were to be truthful you wouldn’t have came with anything other than that but; when he’s gone it obviously can’t be helped.

By the time you’re on that certain bridge again Chanyeol pulls back, you groaned in disappointment, tears nearly producing from the closeness of reaching satisfaction with your boyfriend. Chanyeol grins at you, that sexy smirk on his face, before he wipes his wet lips with the back of his hand.

Your boyfriend doesn’t waste time and leans down, kissing your lips, you leaning up onto your arms for better access. Chanyeol merely takes it as an invitation to reach behind you and remove your bra. You moaned into him at the taste of yourself, feeling his hands pressing against the soft mounds whence he got the last restraints off and thrown somewhere in the room.

Finally Chanyeol proceeds to his own clothing, unbuckling his jeans and pushing himself off you and the couch to remove them completely. You enjoyed the view nonetheless, your eyes pleasantly focusing on the very obvious hard on in his boxsers. Lip between teeth you groan, eager to have him inside you, rightfully where he belongs.

You didn’t give Chanyeol the time to finish however, as you pull him down by his waist. Naturally shocked your boyfriend couldn’t help but smile, your needy fingers unbuttoning the pesky buttons upon his shirt. You rake what nails you had down his nipples, joyful of the deep husky groan that escapes him. Chanyeol chuckles then pushes you back, your fingers now clawing at his back, begging for that cock that your cunt so very much ached for right now.

Chanyeol’s back arches the more your nails dig into his skin, breaking the skin as you leave red marks. Slipping his boxsers down your boyfriend grabs your thigh, placing it beside his waist before he’s forcefully thrusting his cock inside you. Gladly you were soaked or else the insertion might of hurt a little. Not that you would have minded, you love the feel of Chanyeol entering you for the very first time, whether it hurts or not.

Moaning in pleasure, Chanyeol starts slow, allowing you to ajust to his size, your walls constricting around him from the forgotten feeling of being filled. Eventually he quickens his pace, burying himself even more deeper inside you with each passing thrust, electing sinful screams out of your mouth that you didn’t know existed.

He purposely keeps this rhythm flowing, leaning down to your lips where he kisses you once more, forcing his tongue into your inviting mouth so he could swallow those beautiful noises of yours, whether it be to keep you quiet or just to feel you around his tongue, you weren’t sure.

“Ahhh,” You moan, breaking the kiss, “Channie… ah fuck!!” Your eyes rolling back as Chanyeol pistions into your pussy harder at the commentary, his own noises rising as your inner walls tighten around him in the desperate need to get off. And with how close you had been before, knew it wouldn’t take much before your climax comes to greet you.

Fortunately, you wasn’t ready to come yet, so you quickly jerk your hips down, causing your boyfriend to gasp ceasing his current movements from your walls squeezing around him. Having caught his attention you push him back, until he laid on his back. Chanyeol just looks at you confused but he doesn’t stop nor question you, much to your delight.

You smile wide, leaning over him. “It’s my turn.” You purr, “How about I have some fun?” Moving away from Chanyeol’s ear you meet his lips, trailing your mouth across his jawline, your tongue in tow behind. Ghosting your breath across his neck you inhale his strong scent, the intoxicating smell lingering even now. Slowly your tongue runs across the producing vain, suckling onto his tender flesh, creating a nasty hickey upon the junction of his shoulder.

Chanyeol groans gruffly at your actions, the thought of being yours turning him on even more. You continue your path down his front with your tongue, leaving butterfly kisses across his stomach, following the trail of hair that leaded to your destination. Chanyeol makes sure to watch, swallowing deeply upon the thought of what you were aiming for. You watch in awe as his cock bobs up against his abdomen in the excitement of you willing mouth.

Grinning you lick a stripe up the side, the tip of your tongue relishing the pleasantness of you and your boyfriend’s sex, pre-cum beyond savoring. Chanyeol groans loudly, tossing his head back, adams apple bobbing in his constricted throat as he moans your name. You ears tingle at the breathtaking sound.

Further exploring your temptations you take Chanyeol completely, fluttering your eyes shut at the wonderfulness of your mingled cum. Your slow at your work at first, bobbing your head at a pace Chanyeol deems unforgiving before gradually picking speed. Purposely you drive him nuts, tonguing the underside of his dick with the tip of your tongue when you move back up, watching satisfied as Chanyeol shivers in pleasure, knuckles whitening from the strength of his grip upon the couch. Eventually those hands tangle themselves in your hair.

Chanyeol was noisy as you blow him, though his eyes never left you, he wanted to relish in this sight. Gladly you awknowladge his wishes. Bobbing your head a little faster you pull back, a line of saliva connects to your lips and his cockhead until you lick your lips, moaning low in your throat. You couldn’t begins to explain how turned on you was by the sight that welcomed you. You wasted no time before you’re back to sucking him.

Your cheeks hollow as you take him even farther, driving his cock as far as you could until you inevitably gagged, immediately retreating for air. You bite your lip, whining out loud when Chanyeol yanks at your hair, scolding you for the sexy look. Merely you chuckle, leaning back down to continue, adding your hand to bring a even greater outcome. Chanyeol curses loudly once you had, bucking his hips up into your mouth, the tip of his dick hitting your gag reflex. Not accidently either.

Upon pulling back for air you suck at his balls, taking them into your hungry mouth, swirling your tongue around them. Inwardly you smirk, licking strips up the underside then moving back. Chanyeol squirms underneath you, more curses heard under his breath, head thrown back against the couch arm.

Chanyeol pulls you back by the back of your hair, you take the hint instantly, hissing in slight pain. Of course you did deserve it for teasing him like you did. Soon enough he pushes you back, towing over your petite form. You smile presently surprised he lasted as long as he did, and to worsen it you sowly glide your tongue across your wet lips, savoring the taste of him that still lingers. Chanyeol growls at your dirty tease and reaches down, taking hold of his slick dick where he forcefully pushes it back inside you. You cry loudly, your walls unforgiving as they clamp down upon the intrusion. “Holy fuck, (Y/N)!” He gasps.

Chanyeol doesn’t play around anymore, no he was full bent on lust and you could clearly see that by how he was fucking you. It wasn’t nearly as slow and deep as before, now it was rough and fast. Just how you like it.

The room soon becomes a echo of hoarse moans, deep groans, loud cries and heavy pants of breaths. The sounds of sex are not once unnoticed to you, if anything the obscene sounds of your lovemaking just turns you on further. The sounds of skin slapping skin, the beautiful way Chanyeol moans your name in overwhelming ecstasy, god there was nothing more you would change, especially if the outcome of your actions would turn into this every time.

Chanyeol lifts you up from the current position, sitting you in his lap where he fucks you slow and raw. He grabs you ass, moving along with you, thrusting against your already sore pussy but from how good this was you could honestly care less. Your back archs when Chanyeol strikes that wonderful spot within you, his name rolling effortlessly off your tongue. Those hands find your breast, squeezing and massaging, well at least until they get too sensitive from being played with too much.

You throat sores from your ragged cries, and from what you could tell so was Chanyeol’s, but neither of you gave a shit nor did it bring you to speed up. Fuck it had been, for what seems forever since you got to fuck your boyfriend, you’ll be damned if you were going to come so soon.

Of course saying something and it actually happening are two completely diffrent things. Unfortunately misfortune has your side today as you feel your postponed orgasm nearing. And as much as you would like to hold out knew couldn’t, not with how good Chanyeol was fucking you.

In the end you welcome it. Crying out in pleasure, you circle your arms around Chanyeol’s shoulders harder, your erratic breaths at the junction of his neck increasing in volume. Voluntary your body begins to tighten, nails digging into his back as you reach your golden peak. You cry Chanyeol’s name, your senses numbing, while your walls tighten and constrict around Chanyeol’s cock.

Your boyfriend gasps loudly, his own fingers digging into your skin, creating crescents into your hips. He didn’t even have to move, your walls alone were enough to bring him over the edge. And as expected your boyfriend moans your name, holding you close as he spills his cum deep inside you, teeth sinking into your neck to quiet herself. You howl in pain, your body shivering as you feel Chanyeol coating your walls in white.

Regaining what sanity you had left, you both fall back against the couch, lightly laughing as you just realize what you’ve done, and where no less. Chanyeol lays atop of you, sweaty and satisfied, his breathing beyond normal as he tries to steady it. Yours, however, was no better. “How you going to get away…with this one, babe?” You pant.

Chanyeol leans up on his elbows, smiling that gorgeous smile of his at you. “Like I always do, don’t. What they don’t know won’t kill them.”

You chuckle, passing your fingers through his hair, tucking the loose strands behind his ear. “Of course.”

Chanyeol kisses you gingerly on the lips, smiling against your lips. You chuckle, enjoing the fluffyness you boyfriend portrays after sex. Its when Chanyeol pulls back, slipping out of you that his smile falters. Clearly he hadn’t realized how much control he had lost. He looks at you worried, but you just pull him into your embrace. With his head against your breast, you reassure. “Don’t worry I won’t get pregnant. And if I did I would take full responsibility. I mean we’ve been together for almost 4 years, you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it at least a little?”

Chanyeol lets out a deep shuttering sigh, listening to your slowing heartbeat. “I have but…what if I can’t be there for him though? You know with my career and all?”

“"Him”?“ You repeat.

"Yes ‘him’. It will be a boy (Y/N), no buts or questions about it, besides how else will it grow up to be like me?” You couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes. You had no objections, mainly because you’ve always wanted one too.

“You never cease to amaze me babe, you know that?” Chanyeol smiles, pushing himself up and off of you. You follow suit, sitting up. You watch as your boyfriend reaches for his discarded clothes but you stop him short. Reaching forward you pull Chanyeol towards you, circling his middle. You plant gentle peaks on his abdomen. “I love you, Chanyeol, I’ve loved you yesterday, loved you now, always have, always will.”

Chanyeol snickers and you look up at him. “Did you get that off a cereal box?” He just couldn’t help himself, you notice.

You push him back, lips in a pout. “Hey! Im being serious right now, Chanyeol why do you have to ruin my moment!”

He laughs, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Chanyeol leans down, wrapping his arms around you. “I still love you far more though.”

You roll your eyes, “Bullshit, I’ve loved you for 8 years so ha.” you throw back.

“Okay you got me. Now c'mon lets get dressed before the others blow their tops that I’m fucking you and their not.”

“Why would they want to fuck me?” You giggle. now you couldn’t help it.

“Chanyeol throws you that look and you couldn’t resist the chuckle you let out at his cuteness. "You know what I meant, (Y/N)”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be good.” You give in. Chanyeol smiles and gives you one last kiss on the cheek before he pulls away to get dressed. You smile, placing your hand on your stomach, hope swelling inside your heart. If only…


  Back seat with Bucky!

  Being in a car with three handsome as hell is nerve wracking by itself, but being just by Bucky’s side.

Bucky: Can you move your seat up?
Sam: No.
Steve: Come on, Sam. Move your seat up.
Sam: Not to him!
Steve: Not to– Why?
Sam: Do I really have to answer?!
Bucky: For God’s sake. Just move your damn seat up, you dumb pigeon.
Sam: What did you just call me? You rheumatic hunker!
  Steve, Sam and Bucky start arguing.
  All of them shut up immediately.

  Steve turns the radio on.
Sam: I’m not listening to Donna Summer! *changes station to Bob Dylan* Now we’re talking.
Bucky: *sticking in between the front seats to change station again* I don’t want anyone mumbling in my ears. Sam is enough.
Sam: You better take your words back or else I–
Radio host: And now the next song in our playlist: Bon Jovi’s You Give Love A Bad Name.
  Everyone remains quiet for a moment and exchange glances as the song starts to play:
All together: SHOT THRU DA HEART
                    AND U’RE 2 BLAME
                    U GIVE LUV
                    A BAD NAME!

  When the song ends, you bend over the front seats to choose a station, and just as you change it, you immediately recognize the song playing and prepare to the chorus:
  Sam literally punches up the radio until it stops playing.

  Playing Rock Paper Scissors with Bucky because boredom. Somehow you win mostly all the turns.

Y/N: Ok. My turn. Guess this one: It’s a girl’s name and it starts with S.
Bucky: Sam.
Sam: I hate you.
Steve: Why are you guys like this?
Sam and Bucky: He started!
Steve: Then stop it at once!
Bucky: Y/N, the name’s Steve.
Y/N: Correct!
  Sam bursts into laughter.
Steve: I’m kicking all of you out of the car.

  The car is in complete silence. You’ve played all the games you could remember and Sam broke the radio. All you have to do is to stare at random things. After many time staring at Sam and Steve’s head and out of window, you lay your head on the bench and stare at Bucky, because he’s for sure the most interesting thing to stare at. Bucky is staring out of the window and doesn’t notice you looking at him:
Y/N: Gosh, Bucky. You’re so hot I could give you a blowjob right here, right now.
  Steve stops the car in half a second. He, Sam and Bucky all turn to you immediately and say together:
Sam: What the fuck?!
Steve: The hell?!
  They all stare at you with dumb confused faces, you lead your hands to your head, feeling dizzy due to the sudden car stop.
Y/N: Oh my goodness, guys. I was just kidding.
Sam: No blowjobs in this car!
Steve: *starts driving again* That was something I never needed to hear…
  Bucky remains quiet, staring at his own legs. He was first surprised, but now he was feeling way too shy. He then, unwittingly, starts imagining you giving him a blowjob at that very moment. Plus, you’re very hot too. He realizes he’s having a boner and starts moving uncomfortably, trying to hide it. You look at him and see what’s going on. So you decide to help him hide it by laying on his lap. Just as the guys see you moving down to Bucky’s lap, Steve stops the car again (almost causing you to fall):
Steve: This ain’t good for my heart.
  Once they’re all calmed down again, you get comfortable on Bucky’s lap, hiding his boner. You smile and blink at him and he sweetly smiles back at you. He starts running his fingers through your hair and you soon fall asleep on his lap.

Bucky: I need to pee.
Steve: We left that gas station 10 minutes ago!
Bucky: I didn’t need to go to the restroom when we were there!
Steve: Fine. There’s another stop about 10 or 15 minutes from us. Can you hold until there?
Bucky: *happy* Yeh!

  Once you get to the stop, Bucky can finally go to the restroom. You go too, just ‘cause. Steve and Sam go into the store and take AGES to come back from there, doing whatever they were doing. You and Bucky wait outside by the car.
  Small talks come and go and Bucky pushes and presses you against the car, giving a desperate kiss on your lips. You desperately kiss him back, holding him with one arm and his head with your other hand, pulling him closer to you.
Sam: I can’t believe it.
Steve: We left for 5 minutes! 5 minutes!
Their voices make you two split, nearly out of air.
Y/N: We weren’t–
Bucky: There was nothing–
Y/N: I was just–
Steve: No need to explain.
Sam: *pointing at Bucky* If you kissed her/him against her/his will I’ll end you.
Bucky: What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t do that!
Y/N: Sam! He didn’t do it.
  But your words and Steve’s are meaningless to stop the two from arguing. Bucky and Sam then start “fighting” by slapping and tapping each other (or at least trying to). You and Steve just looked at each other, entered the car and left. They saw you leaving and started running after the car and shouting for you to come back, but stopped and just watched the car disappear into the horizon.
  Steve drove for about 8 minutes and turned to get the guys back. They were sitting on a bench silently staring at nothing, with pissed faces. When Steve parked, they both ran on your direction:
Steve: It’s literally been just fifteen minutes!
Bucky: I thought we were buddies, Steve!
Steve: Just get into the car!

Bucky: Are we there yet?
Steve: No, Bucky.
 ~5 minutes later~
Y/N: Are we there yet?
Steve: No, Y/N. We’re not there yet.
 ~5 more minutes later~
Bucky and Y/N, together: Are we there yet?
Steve: nO!
Y/N: And now?
Steve: for fuck’s sake…
Sam, Bucky and Y/N: Language!

  You’re bored once again and decide to take a nap, so you lay on Bucky’s lap again, causing Sam and Steve to freak out… Again:
Steve: Y/N, you get up right now!
Y/N: I’m not doing anything!
Sam: Bucky, get out of the car!
Steve: Sam!
Sam: What?!
Bucky: I’m gonna punch you in the face.
Y/N: Bucky!
Steve: Ok, that’s it! *he pulls over* Sam, you drive. Y/N, come to the passenger seat. I’m going in the backseat with Bucky. This way no one will complain or try to give the other a blowjob anymore!
Y/N: I wasn’t trying t–
Steve: Passenger. Seat!

  You’re now in the front seat. Sam is driving. There’s finally peace in the car. But you want Bucky. You pass your right arm in between the passenger seat and the car door so Bucky can reach your hand and you can at least hold hands. You smile to yourself as you feel Bucky’s warm hand holding yours. A few minutes later, Steve sees you and Bucky holding hands.
Steve: Buck, change places with me.
Bucky: Why?
Steve: Because I said so.
  They then change places in a noisy and confusing movement of rolling over each other and kicking the front seats until they finally get in their places.

  The truth is that you were Steve and Sam’s baby and they wouldn’t ever let anyone touch you, not even Bucky. You were no super hero, you were a civilian. A tiny person too precious for this world. Especially for their world. You were in danger just for being their friend, and they not only wouldn’t be able to live without you so you’d be safe, but they’d never forgive themselves if anything happened to you. Steve also cared for Bucky, and he was pretty aware of Bucky’s interest on you, but Bucky was also his to take care of. Steve wanted you two to be together, and so did Sam. But they worried so much about the two of you.

Bucky: … Can you move your seat up?
Sam: *pulls over* OUT OF THE CAR!

 Steve and Bucky eventually fall asleep, Steve’s head on Bucky’s shoulder and Bucky’s head resting on Steve’s because they’re gay for each other best buddies forever and didn’t really bother about that or anything else. You and Sam take a bunch of pictures and send them to the whole Avengers team.

What You Know (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader feat. Deadpool/Wade Wilson
Warning: Cursing, drug use (don’t do drugs kids)
Summary: The Reader is a rebel and gets in trouble at school, causing Tony to use an alternative form of punishment by forcing the reader to be friends to Peter Parker, a quiet good guy that has a crush on the reader though the reder refuses to be his friend even though they too, have a crush on Peter.
Author: Dizzy
A/N: Hey! Another Peter Parker fic for your enjoyment! It’s inspired by the song “What You Know” by Two Door Cinema

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“Do you not understand what consequences are?” Your father asked.

“I do; I just don’t care.” You replied with a smirk. “Besides, that teacher really deserved getting his furniture glued to the ceiling. It was the perfect prank.”

“You tried to glue a man to the ceiling!” Your father sighed, exasperated. “You know what? This time there isn’t going to be another grounding for you.”

“Thank God.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“You’re gonna get a punishment, you know, something taken away.”

“What are you going take? My will to live?” You rolled your eyes. “You know, I took Psychology. They say punishments don’t do anything for behavior.”

You father ignored your last few statements as he continued on his rant. 

“You’re going to spend all day everyday for the next few weeks with Underoos.”

“Parker? Peter Parker? You’re going to make me spend all day with that twerp?!” You cried, about to start an argument. “That isn’t fair! He sucks! He’s all goody two shoes and faints at the sight of Liz! I could kick his ass and I have!”

“It doesn’t matter. You need to learn a lesson and this is how it’s going be. You made your bed, kid.”

“I haven’t made my bed a day in my life.” You huffed, earning a chuckle from your father. 

That was when there was a knock on your bedroom door, the loud staccato of knuckles rapping against wood made your eyes roll in a knowing way as it was opened to reveal Peter.

“Hey, kid. Nice to see you. I’m going to head to the lab and I’ll leave you to it. I suggest getting Y/n to do their homework since they never do it.”

“Like hell I’m doing it!” You argued, arms crossed over you chest. 

“You made your bed, remember?” 

And with that, your father left you alone with Peter, who stood in the middle of your room awkwardly. 

“Here,” You kicked the desk chair in front of you to him. “Have a seat. We’re gonna be here a while.”

“So…” Peter trailed off, taking a seat and spinning his chair back and forth. 

“So you’re my babysitter, huh?” 

“ I wouldn’t say that. I-”

“How long has that ‘kick me’ sign been on your back?” You asked, your head cocked to the side as you caught a glimpse of the paper attached to Peter.

You watched as Peter twirled a bit and leaned forward. You ripped the paper off his back before you pulled away, tossing the paper in the trash.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Listen, Parker,”

“It’s Peter.” 

“Fine. Listen, Peter, I don’t want you here as much as you don’t want to be here. My dad’s just forcing you on me cause he thinks you’re a good influence. No offense, you’re kinda boring.”

“You do realize Mr. Stark’s paying me, right? So I want be here.” Peter replied, finding the confidence to speak up.

“How much?” You asked, causing Peter to pull out a wad of cash from his pocket. 

“Umm… about fifty dollars for the next week.” 

“Chump cash. Maybe we could get a gram for that and have cash left over.” 

Peter shoved the money back into his pocket, giving you a look as he processed what you told him.

“Mr.Stark says you’re a bad influence, that you’re a good girl with bad habits or something.”

“Eh, you got the bad habits part right. I’m not much of a good girl. Plus, my dad’s never around anyways, not after my mom left,  so what does he know?” You got up and walked over to your window. “I like to have fun, okay? You should learn to do that.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought up-”

“Don’t get soft on me, Parker. If you’re gonna be hanging around me, you gotta toughen up.” You snapped. 

“I like to think I’m pretty tough.”

“Please, You got your ass kicked in Germany.”

“How would you know?” 

You turned away from the window and took a seat in front of Peter. 

“Cause I was the one doing the ass kicking most of time.”

“You’re Vagabond?! The anti-hero who fights with that maniac, what’s his name?”

“Deadpool.” You corrected. “Yeah, I am, but you better keep your damn mouth shut about that. I swear if you tell anyone about that, I’ll cut your dick off and feed it to my dog.”

“You don’t have a dog.”

“I’m about to get one if you cross me. But, yeah, I’m Vagabond. Whatever.”

“Dude, I’m like your biggest fan.”

“Yeah, I know, you told me right before I kicked your ass for fucking up Sam and Bucky.”

Peter rubbed his neck and looked down at his shoes as he spoke, “Right.”

“Listen, you wanna go out and have some fun? I can feel my dad’s eyes burning in the back of my head with all the shit he has in here.”

“Yeah, sure. Where are we going to go?”

“You’ll see.” You replied with a wicked smile.

You slipped on your jacket and grabbed your bag as you slapped Peter’s shoulder. 

“We’re about to become good friends.”

“I thought you didn’t want to be friends.” His statement sounded more like a question.

“Just roll with it, okay? The first rule of hanging out with me is not questioning me.”


And that was how you found yourself sitting on the fire escape to your friend’s apartment, smoking weed with Peter Parker, who you only got to do it after much convincing. And you somehow got him higher than a jet, laughing with you as you talked.

“So, Parker, what else did my dad tell you about me?”

“He told me some stupid shit.” He laughed before taking another hit. “This is really fun.”

“Hey!” You snatched the blunt from his hands. “Cool it with the smoking, alright? I paid good money for this shit.”

“You didn’t pay for it! You stole it!”

“Just shut up!” You yelled, dropping the blunt in the process.

“Oops.” Peter said as he burst into a fit of giggles. 

“Y/n? What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!” Wade yelled as he walked over to the fire escape. 

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You cursed, looking at Peter. “You better keep your damn mouth shut, got it?”

Peter nodded, gesturing as if he zipped his lips as you dragged him into the apartment. 

“Hey, Wade.” You greeted, acting as if everything was normal.

“Who’s the little shit bag you were smoking with?” He asked as he pointed to Peter.

Peter was seated on the couch, playing with a little action figure he found. 

“He’s my, uh, my friend.”

“Your friend?”

“Yeah, my friend.”

“You don’t have any friends.”

“I have you.”

“You’re my sidekick, like Robin for Batman.”

“Uh, no. I’m not your sidekick. And I sure as hell am not Robin cause Robin’s kinda a bitch.”

“And you aren’t? You broke into my house!”

“I brought chimichangas.”

“You are forgiven.”

“Thanks, Wade.” You scoffed.

“Woah.” Peter gasped, moving to your side. “You’re really pretty.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You tried to play it cool, though you could feel a blush rise to your cheeks.

You had had a crush on Peter for a while at that point. He was cute and smart, two things you liked about him, but you couldn’t stand at how much of a nice guy he was, as odd as it sounds. You were irritated by his kindness,maybe because you were the very opposite, but nevertheless, what you didn’t know was Peter’s crush on you. 

“I really really really really really really really like you.” Peter sang, throwing his arms around you. 

“You’re really really really high, Parker.”

“It’s Peter.” He pouted, making you feel as though you were going to melt. 

“That’s nice, Parker.” You said, prying the boy off of you. 

“You know, I gots a big crush on you.” Peter stated, elongating the sound of the word ‘you’.

“Again, that’s nice, Parker.”

“She’s got a crush on you too!” Wade yelled between mouthfuls of chimichanga. 

“Wade!” You shrieked. “That was a secret.”

“What? He won’t remember cause he’s kind of passed out on my fucking couch.”

“Goddammit, Parker.” You mumbled as you turned around to see Peter passed out, half on and half off the couch. 

After a few hours of hanging out with Wade and avoiding the many calls from your father, Peter finally woke up, his high starting to wear off as he sat up with a groan. 

“Nice to have you back.” You stated, not looking at Peter as you stared at Wade. “Go fish.”

“Goddammit! I’m done.” Wade growled, throwing his cards at you. “Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too.”

“What time?”

“How about tomorrow?”

“Nah, not tomorrow. Francis needs a good ass kicking.”

“Damn, what a shame.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Um…guys?” Peter spoke up and your laughter ceased. 

“Yeah, Parker?”

“Can we go now? Aunt May is gonna freak out if I don’t come home for dinner and when she freaks out, I freak out and-”

“Okay. We get it.” You cut him off as you stood up and slipped on your jacket. “Smell ya later, Wade.”

And with that, you and Peter were off once again, out on the street and on the way to dropping Peter off at the subway. 

“Listen, Y/n, I said somethings while kinda out of it-”

“More like really out of it, but go on.”

“Right. Well, I might’ve said some things you’re probably going to kill me for so can we just forget about it?”

“What kind of things did you say that I’d kill you for?” You asked, playing dumb to get him to say what he told you before. 

“Well, I remember saying that I liked you. Which I do, I just think you should just forget about it cause you think I’m too boring and nice and-”

You grabbed Peter’s arm and yanked him towards you, crashing your lips into his before pulling away as quickly as you kissed him.

“When you come by tomorrow, we’ll hang out, maybe watch Star Wars or something. I love those movies.” You said quickly, turning on your heel before walking away and leaving Peter to stand on the sidewalk in awe. 

Maybe Peter Parker wasn’t such a bad guy after all.

Are We There Yet (Steve/Sam/Bucky x Reader) (Part 7)

Omg, after not updating for months, I bet you guys hate me, huh? Well, I finally got some inspiration so here you go, part 7! Yay!!

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word count: 2838

warnings: cursing and a lil bit of horror (? but it’s comedy horror, i guess lol)

Originally posted by elvenbarnes

(unnecessary gif lmao) 

Despite what Steve said about the road trip not being violent, you ended up the next hour nursing a nasty cut on the corner of your lower lip and a bloody scrape near your left brow. A couple of bruises dotted against your arm as you winced slightly when Bucky touched your shoulder. A guilt ridden look covered his face as you offered him a reassuring smile. Steve had you icing your right shoulder as he nursed Sam’s injuries after your mini spar with the two. After the insult that Sam had thrown at Bucky, a small fight ensued, forcing you to get caught in the middle to break it up ignoring Steve’s protests as you jumped in between the guys. Still, a few cuts and bruises on you was worth it if you didn’t have to hear another argument between Sam and Bucky.

“Hey,” he began, taking a seat next to you on the empty bench. His movements were so light and cautious as he was so afraid he would hurt you again. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N), those punches were meant for Wilson, and I know that I should’ve held back after he made that joke and just… I’m sorry,” he rambled, shaking his head as he sighed loudly at his mistake.

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Movie Theatre (Seungcheol Smut)

Fingering + handjob with Seungcheol at a movie theater? With Seungcheol wearing his Q&A outfit please!


Glancing at the time on his phone, Seungcheol groaned and sank back into his seat, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
You rolled your eyes and glanced over to him,
“What?” you whispered even though the movie hadn’t started yet.
“What do you mean what? The movie was supposed to start 15 minutes ago!” he said almost very loudly, causing several people to turn and look at you.
Your face flushed out of embarrassment and you slapped his arm.
“It’ll be on soon! Maybe they’re having technical difficulties. We have all day anyway, Seungcheol.”
He stuck his tongue out at you and turned away to take a sip of his drink.

He took an interest in the theatre lights until they dimmed down and the faint music started playing.
“Thank you!” he shouted and raised his arms into the air, his pointer finger pointing towards the ceiling.
You sighed and moved away from him a little, wishing you could avoid the fact you were there at the movie theatre with such an embarrassment of a boyfriend.

The movie started and you managed to block out any other noise in the theatre room, you even managed to block out the sound of seungcheol sipping and slurping on his drink or the sound of his teeth crashing against his popcorn.
A scene of your favourite actor came on and you knew it was the scene everything had been talking about. The lead girl had sprayed water from a hose on him and his entire body was dripping wet with his shirt clinging to his torso. Seungcheol shifted uncomfortably and looked down to his feet, his fingers fiddling with the zipper of his jacket.
You noticed but you were too interested in the screen, Seungcheol knew he was your favourite actor, he had heard you talk about him on multiple occasions. You were heavily attracted to him too.

It had crossed your mind that Seungcheol could be very cautious and insecure of it,
knowing that you crush on someone so handsome and thinking he could never be like him.
The actor took off his damp shirt to reveal his toned abs and biceps. Seungcheol scoffed and kicked his boots into the seat in front of him, not caring if anyone was sitting in it.
You glanced over to him, starting to feel bad for him.
Your hand moved from your popcorn to his hair and he sadly smiled up at you.
Eventually after playing with his hair for around 10 minutes your hand returned back to its place inside your bag of popcorn.

A not so explicit but heated scene came on and you could see the sudden change in Seungcheol’s mood, he smirked to himself and he rested his hand on your thigh. “This film is boring, Y/N.” he whispered in your ear. You felt like his voice was travelling down your back as you shivered.
He moved his hands further up when you didn’t respond to him and his hands slid down your jeans.
You didn’t even think of stopping him because you felt bad for him, he wanted to have his own fun,
as much as you enjoyed the film, you wanted to have some fun too.
You smirked at him and you moved your lips to his neck, nipping and sucking on the delicate skin.
He moaned and pressed his fingers harder onto your bud.
Your hand slowly crept upon his jeans, ripped and revealing his perfect and soft skin.
You traced the outline of his zipper as you pulled it down, popping the button open and slipping your hand in. Your fingers traced the outline in his boxers, you felt how hard he was and you fake gasped, managing to sound surprised.
You palmed him through his boxers and he rubbed your bare clit, causing you to bite your lip harshly trying to hold in your moans for him.
His fingers entered you and you finally decided to return the favour to him, pulling his boxers down slightly and wrapping your hand around him.
He threw his head back and sighed loudly.
Some people looked back to you and you just smiled at them. “He’s tired.” you mouthed, trying to play everything off.
When they diverted their attention from you, you moved your hand up and down Seungcheol.
His veins were throbbing in your hand and he was trying his hardest not to moan.

His fingers were still moving inside of you, curling up to meet the right spot, and when he did you jumped,
causing your popcorn to fall off your knee and scatter all around the floor. You gasped as you saw the mess and he took advantage and curled his fingers harshly while using the other hand to shove two fingers into your mouth. “Suck.” he demanded and you looked into his eyes, sucking on his fingers.
His own mouth was open slightly and he was looking down at you with hooded eyes.
“Good girl.” he smiled and kissed your neck.
You lost it with that and one last curl of his fingers.
Your legs opened widely and slammed shut, trapping his hand as you came, you spilled all over his hand and you gripped onto his dark green jacket.
He chuckled and removed his hand, sucking on his fingers before taking a sip of his Coke again.
He diverted his gaze and watched the movie again as you settled down, your hand still in his boxers.
He smirked and slumped into the seat.
You knew what you had to do.

It’s almost Christmas and no one is requesting Christmassy smuts :(

Fate - Chapter 1

Originally posted by officialpieceofadvice

Chapter 1

‘Oh fuck.’ You yelped out in surprise at the sudden spilled of your coffee. You didn’t even look up as you dabbed on the tissue that the barista gave you just seconds ago, feeling the searing pain that starts to make its way to your nervous system.

'I’m sorry I wasn’t looking.’ You muttered an apology and finally looked up. You were met with a familiar Korean face as you revert to apologize in Korean rather than English. You even lightly bowed apologizing to the man who held his hand up and smiled at you.

'It’s okay.’ He replied back. 'Are your hands okay?’ He motioned towards your hand that was slowly becoming red. You winced at the contrast of red from your usual creamy white skin.

'It’s fine. Serve me right for not looking where I was going anyway.’ You smiled at him dismissing your pain.

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If He Looks At Your Lips

Composing a Master Post of all my Miraculous Ladybug-related fanfiction, so I’ll be posting some of the one-shots I have uploaded in various places but not on tumblr. First up is a one-shot based on a concert a friend of mine went on a date to, and it rained so hard that the concert was cancelled for about 45 minutes. I took some liberties. ;)

Talk To Me coming soon!

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: Adrinette
Words: 3K
Summary: Their gazes locked on one another, very aware of their sudden close proximity. In a car alone together, the faint drumming of rain outside in tandem with their pounding hearts.
Tags: Fluff, Adrinette, Car Kisses

The rain began slowly at first. The throngs of people paid it no mind and only drew their rain slickers closer to their bodies as they chatted excitedly. The venue was a huge outdoor stage, the front sections covered by a tall awning and leaving the remaining seats open to the darkening sky, but no one seemed to mind. Teenage couples lounged on towels in the grass, and older groups of friends milled about with beers while waiting for the concert to start.

Marinette wasn’t quite what to do, so she let her eyes scan across the crowed of concertgoers as they made their way to the front entrance, excitement building in her chest. When Adrien had told her he had an extra ticket to the Jagged Stone concert and wanted to give it to her, she had about fainted right there. Her crush had mentioned that he’d asked Nino and Alya, but both had curiously declined the invitation (an opportunity Alya had thrust in Marinette’s direction… what did she do to deserve such a friend?)

So now here she was with Adrien, who stood a few paces behind her as he locked his car door. He’d picked her up that afternoon; none the wiser to the hours Marinette and Alya had spent in the raven-haired girl’s room going through her closet to decide what would be appropriate for a concert date. They’d eventually decided on a dark purple sleeveless button-up over dark jeans and mid-calf black boots, comfortable and stylish. She let her hair fall into its normal pigtails, playing with her bangs until they fell over her blue eyes just right, only to go back and fix them again five minutes later.

It was almost like a dream as she glided into the passenger seat of Adrien’s Bugatti. Part of her was curious how much convincing it took for Adrien to forgo a chauffeur and get his own car, but another part just simply marveled at the expensive vehicle. They’d chatted aimlessly during the twenty-minute drive, and Marinette was about to burst from nervousness.

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Part 2: Beer & Baseball

Sam Wilson x Reader

Part 1: Hazelnut & Hurricanes

Summary: After the first date doesn’t go as planned, Sam takes you to a baseball game. The weather is in your favor this time, but when two unexpected surprises interrupt your date, will it ruin the fun or bring the two of you closer?

Word Count: 2343

Warning: fluff, beer, 

A/N: This was going to be a smutty sequel with just a brief look at the date, but I got really carried away with the baseball scene and enjoyed it too much. If you guys want a third one that’s solely Sam smut, let me know and I’ll see what I can do! Otherwise I’ll move on to my other queued pieces and requests and return to smutty Sam down the road.<3


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Seated at a table at the Pie Hole, Charlie was reclined back a little precariously in his seat, shoes kicked up onto the other chair in front of him.  In one hand was a cup of coffee, his other hand currently holding his phone as he browsed lazily through a couple of emails.  He’d volunteered to work a shift at his brother’s bar (joking that he’d only do it for this much money, like he’d ever actually just take Carver’s money), but for now had a few hours to kill until then which meant finding various different ways to preoccupy himself.

Belatedly realizing that someone was speaking to him, the former actor glanced up with a charming little grin.  “Sorry, sweetheart.  What were you saying?”

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Howie craned his neck to look out the window with a small frown painting his face. "Can't we just go back home?" He whined, shifting his gaze to the back of the drivers seat. "No." The driver answered shortly, resulting in a short huff from Howie. He didn't understand why Dyl and him couldn't stay home, they had a maid to take care of them, and they didn't need friends they had each other which was practically the same thing. Howie sent a quick glance towards Dyl "Think we'll know anyone there?"

Dyl was leaning forward with his face buried in the back of the seat in front of him. He didn’t wanna go anywhere new today and he thought he’d made that perfectly clear. Considering who and what Dyl and Howie are, you’d think they’d get to chose what they want to do and when they want to do it. Yeah, they’re only like 4 years old but that doesn’t matter. He turned his face towards Howie a bit. “I don’ care.” He huffed, leaning back and crossing his arms with an angry pout on his face. He kicked the seat in front of him. “Will dere be humans dere?” He wondered, desperately wanting humans to be nowhere near him without approval. 


Friends!! Look at this beautiful, stimmy, super cool Mini-Autistic!! and their excellent non-verbal communication!!

(heads up that some loud vocalizing happens in the video)
(there is a full transcript, but it got long so I put half of it under a read-more)

Video transcript: The camera is pointing at Max, a young child with reddish hair, light skin, and a black and blue jacket on. Max is buckled into a car seat in the back of a small vehicle. Max’s parent is holding the camera, so at times we hear their voice, but we don’t see them. It is daytime, and the vehicle is parked in what appears to be a parking lot.

[Max vocalizing while looking out of the window, then straight ahead. He is laughing and saying “eeeeehhh”. Max is sitting with their hand under their legs and is sucking on a pacifier. Max kicks one foot gently against the back of the seat in front.]

Parent: Max! What are you saying? [in a playful and curious tone]

[Max looks at the parent, then away, and vocalizes a thoughtful tone in response, with the pacifier still in his mouth.]

Parent: Ahh. Tell me more.

[Max looks at the parent and vocalizes something that sounds like “nuh nuh”.]

Parent: Yeah? How was school?

[Max is silent for a moment as he looks ahead and out of the car window thoughtfully.]

Parent: Did you play with your teachers?

[Max smiles around the pacifier and vocalizes a series of happy, excited grunts and a prolonged “yeeeeaaaa” in response. He kicks his legs against the seat in front, moves his arms, and finger flicks rapidly. When finished answering Max leans back in their carseat and rests his feet on the seat in front.]

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A/N-  I got two same request for this, I hope both Anon’s like it.  Unless you two are secretly one being than I hope you like.  Like usual I am sorry the for the delay.



Edward placed the newspaper down on the table with a sad expression.  There was a big picture on the front of the paper with a long article advertising the engagement of Prince Roberto and MC.  Edward knew they were seeing each other for a while, but he never knew that the two of them were actually serious about each other.

Edward did not know if he should be happy or sad for the amazing news.  His dear old friend and colleague was going to get married to an amazing woman, but the woman was the person he loved most in the world.

The rose prince knew he could not be mad at Roberto for the engagement, Edward envied him if anything.  Edward knew it was his fault that they were in the predicament they were in now, if only he held onto his love tighter.

“Prince Edward, I w–” Louis began as he entered the secret garden and saw the paper in front of him.

Edward sadly smiled at his butler and said, “did you hear the great news?”


“How strange is that though?  The youngest of the six princes is the first to become engaged to get married,” the newscaster exclaimed, “didn’t he just recently turn 18?  Now he is starting off his adult life with a fiance.  Not just any fiance, a commoner.  From what I heard she was the royal designer for the Spencer family.  Maybe Prince Wilfred introduced the two of them to each other.  The two of them do make a beautiful cou–”  Wilfred turned off the television and put down the book he was reading on the table.  He stopped reading once he heard MC’s name on the television.

Wilfred knew Glenn and MC were getting close to each other when they discovered they met once before when they were kids.  This information was told to him by Roberto, since Wilfred has not spoken to MC since the separation, but Wilfred never once brought up the fact that the two of them were this close.

Wilfred ran his hand through his hair and sighed.  He did not know what to do.  Losing the woman he loved to a kid did not sit well with Wilfred who knew it was his fault.

Saying that Wilfred regretted what he did was an understatement.

Wilfred knew he should feel happy that MC was happy but he was back to feeling alone and well…

He did not mind the loneliness before MC came, but since she left it felt wrong.  Not having MC around felt wrong.  Wilfred stood up and headed out of his office to take a walk to clear his mind, which usually never works.


“GLENN!  GLENN!” Alan’s voice echoed cheerfully through the halls as he ran toward his confused brother.

“What is it?” Glenn asked as he wondered if their parents had just arrived home.

Alan smiled innocently as he said, “well I was watching TV and there was a special announcement about the princess.”  Glenn cringed at the statement.  He had avoided thinking about MC since she left the castle, this was surprisingly difficult since Yu was a constant reminder of her.

“That is good” Glenn said as he began to turn around.

“Wait Glenn!  Her and Prince Joshua are getting married!” Alan exclaimed, “do you think we will be invited to the wedding?  I wanna see princess dress in a wedding dress!  She will look pretty!”  Glenn froze at the news, as did Yu who was standing in the sidelines watching the ordeal.

“Are you sure that is what you heard?” Yu asked walking up to the young boy.  Glenn just stood in shock staring at his young brother.

“Yeah” Alan retorted as his cheek reddened, “I know what I heard.  The woman on the TV said Prince Joshua was engaged to the ex Royal Designer of the Casiraghi family… I can be wrong if Joshua is getting married to Monsieur Pierre… Do you think Joshua is getting married to that weird man?”

“No, I do not think so” Yu replied sadly and the two men looked at each other.  The woman the both of them loved was getting married to someone else, Yu was used to the idea but Glenn was not.  Glenn said something incoherent before leaving the scene.

“GLENN!” Alan yelled as he went to chase after his brother.

Yu stopped him before he could get far, “Prince Glenn needs some time alone to gather his thought… maybe we can go play some games until he is done.”  Alan smiled happily and did not argue as he tried to figure out what game to play.


“Did you know?” Roberto asked his butler as he read the ticker announcement on the news.  All news medias were overjoyed about the new royal engagement but the usually chipper prince could not feel any worse.

“To be honest I did,”Alberto answered his master as he watched Roberto’s expression change.  Alberto should be happy that Roberto has concentrated more on his work since MC left, but the change felt Alberto feeling as depressed as Roberto.  The boy he watched grow up always smiling barely smiled anymore.  It left Alberto feeling hopeless since he could not do anything to help the prince.

“I hope he treats her well,” Roberto muttered as he turned off the television, “but why Prince Keith?  Why not someone like Edward?  At least with Edward I know she will be with someone who loves her and–”  Roberto could not finish the sentence.  He looked down at his hands with a sad expression as Alberto went back to duties.  It was not like Roberto did not love MC, he loved her more than anything in the world.  Roberto felt that he was not worthy of her anymore.  The look on her face from that night haunts him everyday.

The two of them stayed in the room in silence until Alberto left.  As Alberto left the room he soon realized in a way Roberto was going to probably start going back to his old self soon.  Most likely he will start trying to skip royal engagements and parties again soon.  Sadly, Alberto thought, this time it will be for different reasons.


Keith sat in his room with the news on in the background.  His blood ran cold throughout his body as his expression paled.  He looked as if he saw a ghost or something terrifying.  The thing Keith feared was the biggest news story of the day; a royal engagement announcement.  It was not just any engagement though.

Keith jumped out of his seat and kicked the coffee table in front of him.  His blood that once ran cold was not running hot like fire that refused to be contained.  Betrayal was the only thought that ran through his mind.  How could he do that to Keith?

“And we are back with coverage on the historical royal announcement,” the female news anchor exclaimed joyfully on the screen, “Prince Edward of Charles just announced his engagement to the royal designer MC.  This announcement sounds almost like a fairy tale come true–”  The news anchor’s voice was cut off as Keith threw a book at the television screen and breaking the glass screen into dozens of pieces that fell to the ground.

“Why did this have to happen?” Keith yelled at himself as he paced back and forth in is room like a caged lion, “why couldn’t she stay with me?  Why choose the goddamn prince of roses over me.  I am more of a man than him.”  The door was thrown open as Luke ran into the room petrified.  He heard the glass shatter from down the hall and dark thoughts overshadowed his previous thoughts.  Luke calmed down when he saw an angry looking Keith in one piece but paled when he saw the television.

Luke knew Keith saw the news about Edward and the woman that Keith could never let go.


“Jan?” Joshua asked sadly as he sat in the dining room for breakfast.  His butler walked toward him with a curious expression before reading the headline of the paper Joshua was reading.  “ROYAL ENGAGEMENT!” the newspaper exclaimed.  Under the article title there was a beautiful spread of the engagement announcement of Prince Wilfred and MC.

“Yes sir?” Jan asked ignoring the paper.

Joshua turned to look at his butler, his eyes looking darker than usual, “do you think I ever had a chance of getting MC back in my arms after everything?  If I fought for her do you believe she would be here with us and and not planning a marriage with Prince Wilfred?”

“Do you want me to be honest?” Jan asked and Joshua nodded his head, “I do not think she would be as happy here.  MC would probably spend a lot of time afraid of you repeating your actions.”

Joshua placed the paper down on the table and stood up from the dining table.  Joshua resembled a defeated man.

“I read in some books about men barging into wedding and stealing the bride’s right before they say their ‘I do’ and escaping into the sunset together even after the men had done stupid things.  They always seem to have happy ever after kind of stories,” Joshua stated as he walked toward the doorway and turned toward his butler, “do you think that can ever be a reality?”  Jan did not know how to answer the prince’s question.

Don’t Look Back

Summary:  Professor Winchester takes a big step that will affect his and the reader’s future, forever. The final installment of my Professor Winchester series. Need to catch up? Read it here.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters: Professor Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count: 2270

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, nsfw, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  I know this has been a long time coming and I apologize for that. I hope you enjoy it. I wrote this for @torn-and-frayed Songs of Supernatural Season 2 Challenge. My song was Don’t Look Back by Boston.

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The peach tree and cherry tree kicked me out of my front seat 😂🍑🍒
We stopped at a nursery on our way home from Waco “just to look” and ended up buying the whole store 😂
We just can’t contain our excitement of finally being able to have a yard and garden!

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