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Study Session

Pairing: Peter x reader

Request: @thecoffeestudyblr​: hey so i was hoping i could request another imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and is friends with Peter Parker and um they are having a study session in the lab and it’s going really well except when an assassin breaks in and peter protects her? the reader is also really shy and then she finds out peter is spiderman? lots of angst and fluff?

A/N: guess who’s back again! It’s me, your shitty writer with an equally shitty oneshot. I have exams that’s why I’ve been writing so less. Forgive me for that. It’s all fluffy, because that’s the only thing I can write. this by far the shortest one I’ve written. I will write something super angsty later. Hope you like it!

Warnings: swearing, violence and needles.

Word Count: 1392

Originally posted by jessikaort

Peter and you were sat in the lab all alone. having him over was the best, you would talk about everything. It ranged from school to why vampires don’t live underwater. He made you feel like you had someone who cared.

Being tony stark’s daughter you had every luxury you could ask for, but there was always this one missing; a true friend. You found a true friend in him. he was just the perfect boy in every way, he was dorky and adorable, he made you laugh, you never ran out of things to talk about, he was everything you could ever ask for.

  ‘and my equation is balanced.’ You said after writing down the last reaction. Peter took your notebook and scanned it.

‘you’re really good at chemistry you have balanced all the equations right.’ He said running his finger down the scribbled content.

‘thanks.’ You gave him a genuine smile and he smiled back. You leaned back in the chair and sighed. ‘I like science, it fascinates me a lot. I just hate the mugging up part’

‘everyone does.’ He looked at your faced but quickly turned his gaze away as he noticed he was staring. ‘so, um’ he cleared his throat. ‘why are you spending the Friday night studying? You could’ve gone out with anyone. Your friends, Natasha, Wanda…. some guy you liked.’ he mumbled the last word.

‘I don’t really have a crush as such. And I love spending time with you.’ his face brightened when he heard this statement. ‘plus, ya know I’m not very good with da people.’ you waved your hands in the air and he chuckled.

‘I know alright, it took you what? Like 2 weeks to talk to me.’ he said and you shoved him playfully.

‘look who’s talking, peter awkward parker, you always sat in the ‘loner’ section and would always fumble around girls.’ You teased him and he rubbed the back of his neck. ‘peter?’

‘yeah?’ he looked up from his textbook.

‘there’s no one in the tower.’ You said looking in a distance. ‘I’m bored.’ You pouted slightly.

‘we both know what that means.’ He said trying to control his laughter and concentrating on the book.

‘seriously?’ you looked at him and he wiggled his brows in response making your face burn a bright shade of red.

  ‘you should’ve told me earlier there wasn’t going to be anyone around, I would’ve come prepared.’ He said casually and you smacked him with a notebook. ‘OW! That hurt’ he pointed a finger at you.

‘you deserved it, bitch.’ You crossed your arms. ‘I still am bored though.’

‘you can sti-‘

‘NO. peter enough.’ You sat up straight.

‘oh, so you can say the filthiest of things but when I say just two sentences all of hell breaks loose? Ah, patriarchy.’ He shook his head and you playfully rolled your eyes. ‘I’m done. What do you wanna do?’ you thought for a while before an idea struck your mind.

‘Pete?’ you asked sweetly and he quirked an eyebrow in suspicion. ‘are you-‘ you moved closer to him.

‘yeah?’ he squinted his eyes a little.

‘are you ticklish!?’ you jumped on him and started tickling him.

‘get off of me!!’ he laughed loudly. ‘(y/n)! Please! I can’t breathe.’ His face turned red from all the laughing but you didn’t stop.

‘aww, little Petey’s ticklish?’ you giggled.

‘that’s it!’ he said and pinned you down. ‘now, (y/n), that was about me, are you ticklish?’ he smiled mischievously and started to tickle you. but you didn’t laugh. ‘what the fuck?’ he furrowed his brows.

‘I don’t know.’

‘here?’ he tickled you in the side of your ribs but your expression remained unchanged.

‘nope, I’m dead down there.’ you said deadpanned.

 ‘come on, everyone has a tickle spot!’ he continued his efforts to no avail.

‘peter, dad wouldn’t like it when he sees this footage of you trying to find my “tickle spot”.’ You made quotation marks in the air.

‘holy-‘ he got off you and helped you stand up.

‘he’ll kill me.’ ‘mhm. He’s a little over protective sometimes but he’s the best.’ You smiled. ‘you want something to eat?’ you asked and he nodded. ‘I’ll be back in a sec.’

You were making your way to the kitchen humming and smiling. You had the most fun with peter, you weren’t your shy self around him, you were yourself with him. You were so happy you had someone like peter around.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw an image move from the corner of your eye. You looked in its direction but couldn’t find anyone there. You shrugged and carried on walking before you were caught in a tight grip. You tried to call out but a hand covered your mouth.

‘hello, darling. Sorry to interrupt your study date but you see, your asshole dad shouldn’t have messed with us.’ a gravelly voice of a man whispered in your ear. You struggled and got his hand of your mouth.

‘don’t you dare speak about my father that way! Jarv-‘ you couldn’t speak more for he slapped a piece of tape across your mouth and tightened his grip into a bone crushing one, he was too strong. Tear welled up in your eyes because of the pain and he let out a breathy chuckle.

‘and what’s he going to do? he is nothing without that suit of his. And you are his weakness, see I’m not going to do much,’ he said and you felt a cold needle scrape near your neck. A panic quickly set in and you tried wriggling out of his grip. ‘I’ll just sedate you, and when I get you , we’ll get you all nicely prepared for your daddy to see. Okay?’ he said and you felt the needle enter your skin and maybe a drop or two enter you vein; but that was all you felt. the man was gone with a gust of wind.

You quickly turned around to find the man unconscious and pinned to the wall with webbings.

Spiderman?’ you furrowed your brows and thought. But it wasn’t him you found when you looked around but it wasn’t the red masked hero you found, it was peter.

‘you touch her, and I’ll kill you!’ peter growled. You didn’t know what to think, everything happened too suddenly. He kneeled beside you, you didn’t realise you were sitting on the floor. You wiped the tears with the back of your hand violently. He grabbed your hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

 ‘hey, hey, it’s okay. Are you hurt?’ he asked as he rubbed your arms.

‘I-I don’t know what to think!’ you managed to say. ‘you- you are Spiderman! An assassin broke into the most well-guarded facility and-‘ you couldn’t continue as you winced and gripped your rib.

‘shh… come with me.’ he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your room. you didn’t know what to do you were in pain, trauma and not to forget peter’s arms. He kicked the door open and laid you on your bed.

 ‘yes, I am Spiderman.’ He said and sat beside you. ‘And no I didn’t tell you because I couldn’t risk your life. You mean too much, I-I just couldn’t. Mr. Stark knows and we agreed to keep it a secret. I just couldn’t lose you. i-‘ you didn’t let him continue and captured his lips with yours. he kissed back immediately but then drew back. ‘look you don’t have to do this because I saved your life and stuff-‘ he blurted out with a pink smudge.

‘shut up.’ you said and pulled him back. You kissed him lovingly and sweetly, letting him know the affection you had for him and how glad you were to have him. you both pulled back for air and had equally red faces.

‘that was the best kiss I ever had.’ He breathed and you let out a chuckle. ‘soooo… does this mean you like me?’

‘no, I kiss every guy this way.’ You rolled your eyes. ‘didn’t you know?’ you crossed your arms.

‘so go out with me? um, tomorrow?’ he asked and you smiled.

‘I would love to.’ You snuggled in his arm and looked up at him.

‘great.’ He grinned and kissed your cheek before leaning against your headboard.

[Jackson] Step Sex (Chapter 3) ft Kai

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

A/N: I’m not sure if this is an actual series or not, I don’t really like the plot aymore, but I like this part. Enjoy, and leave some feedback!

Warnings: Smut

“Roxy!” My mom calls from downstairs. I join her in the kitchen. She’s on the phone, dressed in her brand new black dress. Is she seeing Rob? She’s spending so much money for this man. She covers the mouthpiece of the phone when she sees me.

“Are you going out tonight?” She asks me. I would love to say I’m seeing Kai, but he’s still mad at me.

“No.”

“Good. Jackson needs a haircut.” She says. What? No! She wants me to cut his hair? I don’t want to see him again!

“He can go see a professional alone.” I retort.

“Roxy says yes.” She says into the phone.

“No she doesn’t!” I deliberately say loudly.

“Alright, see you.” My mom replies to who I think is Rob. She hangs up, sealing my destiny.

“Mom!” I scold her. She puts her hands on her hips.

“Roxy please. Robert still has to find a private hairdresser for Jackson.” She says. Oh, poor him! I know it’s hard to stay alive without a private hairdresser.

“Why can’t he go to a salon downtown ?!” I whine.

“Please, be kind. I know Jackson’s a bit…different.” She murmurs. «But try to get to know him a little bit.“ She says. 

Get to know him? I almost slept with him!

 She puts her hands on my shoulders, and I smell a nice fragrance. Did she buy a new perfume too?

“Where are you going?” I ask her.

“Dinner with Robert. You’ll spend the evening with Jackson.” She says. Gah, no!

“Mom, I don’t want to.” I whine. Se rolls her eyes and sighs.

“I’ll buy you a bottle.” She says. A bottle? She’s saying my name.

“Of?” I cross my arms over my chest, intrigued.

“Anything you want.” She says. Alcohol carte blanche?

“Deal.” I say before turning on my heels. I think I’m alcoholic.

-

Robert and Jackson arrive an hour later, and I’m the one in charge of welcoming them.

“Good evening.” I say casually to Rob as him and his son stand in the doorway.

“Good evening. Nice to see you again.” He replies politely.

“Me too." 

"Hi.” Jackson greets me.

“Hi.”

“Robert.”

We all turn around to look at my mom coming down the stairs, looking cute or whatever. I let them in and close the door behind them.

“Michelle, you look lovely.” Rob says, kissing my mom’s cheek. I can see her blushing. If I had a bucket next to me I’d be throwing up.

“Good evening, Jackson.” She says.

“Michelle, you look beautiful.” Jackson responds. I scoff, but none of them hear me.

“Thank you.”


“So, you’re cutting Jackson’s hair tonight?” Rob enquires, turning around. I lean against the door.

“Yes.”

“Thank you for accepting.”

“You’re welcome.” I reply, forcing a smile. Rob turns back to my mom.

“Are we ready to go?” He asks her.

“I think so.” She says, picking up her purse. Taking the cue, I open the door again. Rob gives her his elbow, and she takes it happily.

“We’ll leave you alone, youngsters.” Rob says as they head out past me.

“Have fun.” I give the couple a tight, tight smile, and at the second I close the door, I know I never should have pushed her back into Robert’s arms. When I turn around, Jackson is giving me his back, his hands in his pocket, and his eyes to the ceiling.

“Can I look around?” He briefly turns to me. Well, if it means you’ll go away for a moment.

“If you want. I’m gonna prepare the bathroom.” I reply as he adventures himself in the kitchen. I stomp up the stairs. I bring a chair to the bathroom, prepare the shampoo, a towel, scissors, and a bottle of wine.

“I’m ready!” I call down the hallway.


“One second!” He calls back, from downstairs. I wait in the bathroom and hear his footsteps as he climbs the stairs. But he doesn’t come my way, he turns to the left, and his steps fade away. When I pop my head out, he’s walking over to me, his shirt gone.

Fuck!

He is as muscular as I felt he should be, maybe a little more. His muscles roll with each steps he takes, it’s mesmerizing.


“Why did you take your shirt off?” I scold when he’s in front of me. His proximity is dangerous.


“I don’t want it to get wet.” He explains.

“I’ll be careful. Put it on.” I almost beg.

“No.” He says.

“Please.”

He grins.

“It’s funny to see you like this.” He says.

“Like what?”

“Flustered.” He replies. Yes, I’m flustered. Why? I’m never flustered, it’s not me. Get a grip of yourself, Roxy!

“Sit.” I command, and he obeys. Tilting his head back, I dampen his hair with my hand.

“I think we left something hanging last time.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. Ah, shit. We’ll actually have to have this discussion.

“Yeah, about that.” I murmur, shutting the faucet.

“You have a boyfriend.” He says before me. When I look at him, I notice his eyes are peacefully closed.

“How do you know?” I ask, grabbing the shampoo. He shrugs. He said that out of the blue? I squeeze some shampoo in my hand.

“Anyway, we can’t…finish what we started.” I murmur. Jackson opens his eyes as I make a move to touch his hair, and I freeze. His eyes lighted with a mix of surprise and… shock?

“I want to finish what we started.” Jackson frowns.

“Sorry.” I shrug apologetically.

“You don’t want to or you can’t?” He asks me. Do I want to? I don’t need to answer that question, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.

“I don’t want to. Head back.” I reply. He sighs but obeys, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. I start to wash his hair. As I do, I feel his hands on my hips, and suddenly he pulls me down in his lap.

“What are you doing?” I ask in surprise. He doesn’t open his eyes.

“You’re going to break your back like this.” He says. What?

“I’m good.” I mutter. My hands full of foam, I use my elbows to push myself off him. He pins me down, and I sigh in defeat. He’s not going to let me go. I resume washing his hair.

“Why?” He asks me.

“Why what?”

“Why won’t you let me fuck you?”

I stop massaging his scalp and gaze down at him, shocked and outraged. He opens his eyes to look at me.

“That’s not a way to speak to a girl.” I scold him.

“You didn’t say that last Friday.” He retorts. 

‘I want to fuck you, Roxanne. Hard. Will you let me?’ His words were so exciting in his mouth back then. I resume washing his hair so he can’t see me blush.

“I told you, I have a boyfriend.” I reply.

“You’re afraid he’ll find out?” He asks. I don’t answer. 

It’s way more complicated than that. Even if he didn’t find out, just the fact of having wanted Jackson makes me feel bad. Jackson grabs my wrists, making me look down at him. His gaze is intense.

“If we do it right here, right now, there will be no way he finds out, you’re conscious of that?” He asks slowly. I swallow, truck by his intense staring.

“Yes.” I reply. Jackson tilts his head to the side.

“Good. But you still don’t want to? If that’s not that, then…” He trails off, thinking.

“You’re afraid I’ll fall in love with you?” His mouth quirks, and he raises an arrogant eyebrow at me.

“Is the idea that ridiculous?” I scowl at him. He laughs loudly.

“Oh please, you cheated on your boyfriend with me, a complete stranger. You think I’d want that?” He says, bemused. My face heats. I’m an unfaithful bitch. What the hell got into me?

“Plus, I don’t fall in love.” He says, wearing a big arrogant smile. That arrogant asshole, he’s what got into me. It’s all his fault.

“Good for you.” I mutter grabbing the toothbrush pot next to the sink. I empty it and scoop water in it, letting the faucet open. After rinsing my hands, I grab Jackson’s hair and tilt his head back.

“Ah! Easy, Roxy.” He says. I ignore him and start rinsing his hair.

“Did I offense you?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“You’re an asshole.” I mutter.

“An asshole?” His eyes widen. Yes, an asshole. My blood starts to boil. Why am I so frustrated on my own?

“An arrogant brat.” I add, deliberately pouring water on his face. There. It feels good.

“Hey!” He shouts, sitting up. He brings his hands to his eyes and rubs them over his face. Oh, I’m so childish. I can’t help but giggle at the mess he is. He looks up at me, his expression unreadable.

Suddenly he grabs my hips and presses his wet head against my chest. I gasp in surprise. Jackson runs his wet hair up and down my chest, soaking me.

“Stop!” I giggle, my dress starting to stick to my skin. He does the same thing from the left to the right. He’s so childish too.

He pulls away and we both look down at the mess he made. Shit! My shirt is white and drenched and totally see-through, and I don’t have a bra on. My breasts are completely exposed to him. I’m mortified. I should cover myself, but I’m stuck and my limbs are unwilling to move.

Jackson looks up at me, his burning eyes staring in mine. Then it starts to radiate, from him, from me; it’s like a densified atmosphere between us. Like a cloud of and intoxicating perfume, like an aura. It’s electric and heady, taking my breath away.

“You feel it?” He breathes, his eyes piercing my soul.

“Yes.” I’m breathless.

“Then you better stop resisting me.” He groans, pushing his fingers into my hair. He grabs a fistful of my mane and pulls my head to his, crashing his lips onto mine.

I gasp, and he takes the opportunity to push his dominant tongue inside my mouth. He licks my tongue in harsh, powerful licks, making me whimper.

He tugs at my hair harshly, tilting my head back and revealing my neck to him. I blink up at the ceiling, disoriented. He’s way too powerful for me, I’ve never known that.

He starts trailing open-mouthed kisses all over my neck, taking my skin between his lips and running his tongue across it.

“Jackson.” I gasp, tangling my fingers in his hair. He throws my oversized T-shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing else but my panties. His hands come up to massage my breasts, his mouth wild and frenetically working my skin.

My pussy starts to feel heavy with need, and it increases every tome his thumb skims over one of my nipples. I close my eyes and let my body feel.

One of his hands leave my breasts, and I feel his fingers slip in the waistband of my panties.

His pads find my clit, his middle finger parting my damp folds.

“Aaaaah.” I shiver, wanting to close my legs. God, his fingers feel so good.

He keeps my head tilted back, his fingers slowly working onto my clit, making me writhe and moan against him. I tug at his hair, the thrumming inside me getting stronger.

He slips one bold finger inside me.

“Oh, yes.” I groan. This is so good.

“Jackson.” I gasp. He moves his finger in and out of me, his open mouth against my neck, his tongue dipping in the hollow at the base of my neck. Heat licks along my skin. I could come like this.

“More.” I find myself begging. I’ve never begged before. 

“More?” He repeats, his voice strained. He pulls his finger out of me and lets my hair go. I look back down, and he pushes the same finger inside my mouth.

His dark eyes locked with mine, they radiate with lust and erotism. I’m hypnotized. I could do anything for him to pleasure me at this very moment.

I suck on his finger, feeling his erection through the de material of his pants.

“If you want more you’ll have to work for it.” He rasps, pulling his finger out of my mouth.

“I want your smart mouth around my cock.” He says.

In a nanosecond, I find myself kneeling on the floor between his legs, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pants. I unzip them and slide them down to his thighs, along with his boxers. His cock springs free, hard, long and proud.

I bite my lip at the sight of it. When I think it’s going to be inside me soon, I almost salivate in front of it.

I wrap my fingers around the base and let my lips hover around the tip. I feel him thrust and look up, meeting his fiery eyes that betray his impatience.

I take him inside my mouth, very slowly, inch by inch, before letting him out at the same speed. I do it again, taking more of him this time, and repeat the process until I can’t fit his shaft inside my mouth.

“Mmmmh… yeah.” Jackson moans, one hand grabbing my hair again. He guides my movements and thrusts up to meet them.

I can feel his veins against my tongue. It’s hot and logged with blood. His cock is thick, and beautiful.

“Suck it, Roxanne. That’s it.” He compliments. I keep my tongue flat against his shaft, but swirl my tongue around when I reach the tip. I watch him, head thrown back, chest heaving. For once I feel like I have some effect on him, like he has on me.

I reach up and play with his balls, gently massaging them. I try to relax my throat and take more of him.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He groans. His hips make quick, slow circles, driving his cock further inside my mouth.


“Touch yourself for me, get yourself ready.” He breathes. I obey, pushing my hand inside my panties. I rub my clit, lifting the accumulated tension between my legs. I moan against his cock.


“Oooh god, baby.” He moans, his thrusts becoming more vigorous. Tears spring to my eyes as he reaches deeper inside my throat, making me gag. I jerk away from him, letting his cock slip out of my mouth, strands of saliva hanging from my lips.

He looks down at me and glares furiously, before changing his attitude completely. He stares at me, panting, slowly shaking his head.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Roxanne.” He murmurs, a point of wonder in his voice. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to catch my breath. I’m still touching myself, my fingers already drenched and sticky.

He moves, grabbing me by my throat and pushing me against the counter. I challenge him with my eyes. His cock slips between my thighs, and when he rolls his hips, my legs start to wobble.

 He has the upper hand.

He turns me around and pushes my chest onto the counter, the surface feeling cold against my nipples. I hiss.

I lift my head and watch him pull a condom out of his pocket through the mirror.

“I told you I’m on birth control.” I pant.

“STD’s. I don’t know if you’re clean.” He retorts, glaring back at me through the mirror.

“You fingered me.”

“And you licked it off.” He counters, sliding my panties down my legs. The air gets caught up in my throat when he takes my hips in his hands.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” He asks me.

“You’re asking that now?” I giggle, panting. He smacks my behind, harshly.

“Ah!” I yelp in surprise. It stings! It stings where he slapped me, and then the sensation travels to my core. I gasp as it tingles. What the-

“Answer me, Roxanne. I’m dying over here.” Jackson commands, watching me. 

“No, I’m not.” I reply.

“Good.” He says, before slamming into me.

“Ah!” I yell as he knocks the air out of my lungs. He’s not that big, bit it feels different. He’s stretching me out so fucking right, and he reaches so deep.

“Fuck.” I groan, slapping my forehead against the counter.

“You’re tight…and really wet.” Jackson observes, pulling out of me, before ramming forward again.

“Jackson. Aaaaanhh…” I moan, closing my eyes.

“How about we get started for real?” Jackson grunts, gradually picking up pace. I open my eyes, and he starts to plow me like a madman.

“What? Oh! Fuck!” I cry out, slapping my hand against the mirror, so I don’t bang my head against it. He reaches a punishing rhythm, his cock reaching so deep so quickly, I literally lose every last bit of control I had.

“Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!” I yell, screwing my eyes shut. My god, it feels so fucking good. I feel so full and dirty; my pussy is trembling with every thrust. I’m being throughoutly fucked, for the first time in my life.

I arch my back and stand on my tip toes, angling my hips so he can reach even deeper. It’s like I want him to destroy me, like I actually want not to control anything. What is this boy doing to me?

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Fuck…” He moans loudly, never slowing down. His stamina is admirable.

I feel him grab my upper arms, and he pulls me up so I’m standing straight. My mouth falls open, I can barely make any sound, he’s fucking my brains out. I feel his ragged breath against my shoulder, his deep grunts ringing inside me.

He wraps his fingers around my throat, tilting my head back so his mouth is at my ear.

“Open your eyes, Roxanne.” He rasps, his voice pornographic. His other hand slides down my stomach and fins my clit again. 

“Wait!” I squeal, jerking away from his touch, and impaling myself on his cock even more. My eyes roll back.

“Look at yourself, baby.” He orders. I blink my eyes open and look at myself in the mirror. 

I see my red cheeks, my clouded eyes, and the drool hanging from my lower lip. I’m fucking drooling.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” He enquires, his hips tracing big circles against me, his shaft shifting around inside me. My brows furrow, it’s almost painful.

This is so fucking good; I almost want to cry.

“Mmmmh…” He moans deep in his throat, while I blabber incoherent profanities.

“You like being fucked like this, don’t you?” He rasps. He feels so good, so fucking good inside me.

“Nggh…mmmmh…” Is all I can, the words are lost between my brain and my mouth, I am not myself anymore, I feel like a hungry whore. Maybe I’m being myself actually.

“I bet you’ve never been fucked this good before.” He says, starting to thrust in and out of me again. My eyes roll back, my head falling onto his shoulder, my clit burning because of his touch.

“Don’t stop.” I beg as he picks up pace and intensity. The buildup is too much; I’m going to explode.

“Fuck me, Jackson. Fuck me. Fuck me.” I moan, my walls rippling like crazy. My legs are trembling, I’m stumbling.

“I love it when you beg me.” Jackson says appreciatively, his movements relentless and brutal. Roxanne, this boy is going to fuck you up, and not only physically.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, god, please. Harder.” I plead, everything tightening inside me. I stop breathing, like I do every time before I climax.

“I’m coming.” I choke out, right before my orgasm washes over me.

“Fuck!” Jackson groans, his thrusts growing sloppy. I fucking detonate, exploding and imploding at the same time.

“Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!” I beg, holding on for dear life against the counter as I ride my orgasm the better I can. 

Jackson follows shortly, spilling himself into the condom while biting down on my shoulder.

When he pulls out, my legs nearly give up on me. He holds me as I wobble, before lifting me onto the counter.

Then, he takes the condom off and throws it in the toilet before flushing it. I try to catch my breath, feeling like I’ve ran a marathon. 

That was awesome. Amazing. Mind blowing. Fuck.

“That was…” He starts, leaning against the sink next to me. I close my eyes and throw my head back against the mirror.

“Too fucking good.” I finish. God, I’ve never come this hard. I need a cigarette to make it really perfect.

I reach out and open the cupboard next to the mirror, finding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in it. There are cigarettes everywhere in this house.

I bring one to my mouth and go to light it up, but Jackson grabs my wrist.

“Not around me.” He says cooly. I give him wide eyes while takes my cigarette from my mouth and tosses it in the toilet.

“You didn’t have to throw it in the toilet.” I mutter. I really need to smoke now; my head is a mess.

I walk out of the bathroom to change myself. I’ll smoke outside if he’s going to be a jerk.

The doorbell rings, making me freeze in my tracks.

“You’re expecting someone?” Jackson pops his head out to look at me. 

“No. Get dressed.” I order, walking into my room. I throw on a sweatshirt, panties and cotton shorts, and toss Jackson’s shirt to his face so he can put it on. The doorbell rings again.

When we’re both clothed and we look less sexed up, I make my way downstairs to open the door.

When I open it, I see this familiar Asian beauty. Tall, skinny, tanned and muscular.

“Kai.” I breathe.

Negan x Reader - My One and only

MASTERLIST

This is my first fic about Negan (sorry Daryl, but my baby wanted a reader x Negan, you’re still my favourite tho)

This is a gift for my baby @lunalowell , on my requests’ waiting list i wrote that she wanted a drunk daryl x reader smut, but then she fell in love with Negan and Jeffrey Dean Morgan (it’s my fault lol) so she wanted a smutty Negan x Reader.

I hope you like it, queen♥

SHOW: The Walking Dead

Pairing: NeganxReader

Warnings: SMUT, DADDY KINK, BREAST PLAY, SHITTY PICK-UP LINES, A LITTLE BIT OF FLUFF

NOTE: - Reader isn’t one of Negan’s wives.

- Italics are (Y/N)’s thoughts


(gif not mine)


Keep running (Y/n)…keep running you’re almost there…almost out of the woods

Why I can’t move?

I’m surrounded by walkers

So It’s over for me?

I woke up suddenly, my breath is heavy.

Today I had a close call during a run and if it wasn’t for Dwight, I would be walkers’ food now.

I lay down again  hoping to fall asleep but there’s no use
“Maybe a glass of water will do”

With that in mind, I take my hoodie and I wear it over my white tank top and my black shorts.

Once I’m on the hallway I start to heading toward the kitchen silently.

The Sanctuary is pretty big, and after 2 months of me living here, I’ve finally learn how to reach each place here.

When I reach the kitchen I notice that nobody is around so I walk toward the sink

“Well well well what we have here?”
I jump letting out a scream
“Oh God Negan are you crazy?”

He start to walk towards me, keeping his shit-eating grin on his face…his awesome face


 Since I came here me and Negan keep flirting with each other, however, knowing that he has an harem keep me to go beyond.

He even asked me to become his wife but I say no, telling him I’m not a “sharing type”.

After my refusal, Negan keeps flirting and joking with me, and I really like it; however I don’t know how much I can take before surround at the lust I feel every time he get close to me.



“So, why my babygirl is up this late?”

I almost moan at that pet name

“Keep yourself together (Y/n)”

“I…I c-can’t sleep”
“Perfect now I’m stuttering”

Smirking, Negan put his hands on my hips.

He lean down until I could feel his hot breath on my ear: “You seem tense…I can help you with that…Fuckin’ the stress out of you”.

After he finish he stare at me, licking his lips.

“oh God I think I’m wet”

I almost give in but then I remember that he has six wives and I really don’t want to become number seven.

Smiling I walk past him, feeling his eyes on my back, specifically on my butt, and I sit on the chair near the door: “You’re kind but I will not become another one of your “Wives”, beside, I don’t like to share”.

Negan looks at me silently, before smirking again:
“Did you sit in a pile of sugar?”

Taken aback by his question I answer: “What? No!”
“well I thought so because you have a sweet ass”
Of course Negan will start with shitty pick-up lines.

“You’re a jackass” I say giggling

Grinning he starts walk toward me: “I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on” he says groping at his crotch.

That makes me laugh loudly: “Negan please stop”.

In a blink of an eye Negan is right in front of me, he extends his hands at me:

“Do you have a map?”
Knowing too well where this was going I rolled my eyes: “Negan please don’t” I say giggling while I take his hand.

“Because I’m getting fucking lost in your eyes” he continue, pull me onto him.

“You’re an idiot” I say laughing, burying my head into his chest.

He was so warm, and being this close to him makes me want him more.

Once I stop laughing we stare into each other eyes.

His hazel eyes were dark and hungry: “Do you have a name or I could just call you mine?”

He wants me and I want him, I can’t wait anymore.

“I’m yours”.

Grinning Negan finally kiss me on the lips.

I expected to be raugh but actually the kiss was slow and sensual.

While his tongue parted my lips, his hands went down from my hips to my butt, grabbing it and squeezing it hard.
“Mmh…” I moan, interrupting our kiss.

“You like it rough baby girl?” He asked, while he starts to rub his salt and pepper beard on my neck, causing goose bumps.
“mmm…yes daddy”

Giving out my daddy kink, I thought Negan would stop, instead he growled and starts to bit and kiss my neck.

“Daddy will make his baby girl feels very fuckin’ good”.

All of sudden he takes me up by my thighs.

Gasping I put my arms around his neck, kissing his neck while he walk toward his room.

I was so focused into making him moan that I didn’t realize that we reach our destination, until he put me down.

Negan walks straight toward his couch: “Take them off baby girl”.

I start to unzip my hoodie, a little insecure and self-conscious.

However once I took off the hoodie, Negan stares at my breast which sticks out from my tank top.

“Come here baby” he says licking his lips.

I literally run toward him, needing his hands all over my body.

Feeling wetter and wetter I just push him against the sofa’s back so I could straddle him:
“Feisty, I fuckin’ love it”

He didn’t get to add more because I grab his head and push it against my breast.

He starts to kiss them and bite them above my tank tot:
“You wear too fuckin’ much”

He literally rip my tank top and keeps devouring my breast:
“Goddamnit Negan…nngh… Did you really have…ah… to do that?”
He didn’t answer, he just growled.

It was so good with his lips that I start to grind right onto his crotch, feeling him growing under me.

That arouse him more, he yanked off my shorts and panties:
“You’re so beautiful…I fuckin’ need you, I fuckin’ needed you for so long baby girl”.

I moan and unzip his pants, tacking out his cock and start to stroking him.

He moans loudly and start to thrust into my hand:
“Baby girl, daddy needs you, next time will take it slow, but now I need to bury my fuckin’ big cock into your little pussy”

Nodding I align his cock at my entrance and I sink down:
“Fuck yes daddy”
“You’re so wet baby, now show daddy how much you need him”
I start to bounce on him up and down, while he thrust up into me.

“Look at this beautiful tits” he plays with my boobs, making me scream.

We keep a fast rhythm, the only sounds in the room where our moans and the sound of skin against skin:
“Now (Y/n) c’mon, come for daddy, let me see you come on my cock”
His powerful thrusts and the dirty talk were enough to take me over the edge.

I came  so hard, screaming his name, while I keep riding him:
“Daddy, come in me”

Negan wasn’t too sure about that so I assure him that I take the pill.

At that his thrusts became harder and faster; I keep riding me even if my pussy is sensitive now.

After a couple of thrust Negan came, muffling his moans into my neck.

I lay my head into the crook of his neck:
“It was…”
“So fuckin’ good” He complete my sentence.

After we catch our breathing I got up and start to dress up again, putting my hoodie on my bare chest.

Negan’s eyes were on me while I dress; he was staring at me silently:
“(Y/n)…Do you want consider my proposal again?”.

I turn around and walk toward his figure, still sitting on his sofa.

“This was amazing Negan…It really was…but I don’t like sharing my man. I need to be the only one, I don’t need a man who fucks multiple women…that hurts me too much”.

I peck his lips before turning around and walk toward the door.

Before closing it behind me I add: “If you wanna repeat that, you know where to find me…daddy” I wink at him and close the door behind me.

THIRD PERSON POV:

Negan smirk at her calling him daddy.

Since he lays his eyes on her, he thought about her just as another possible good fuck but after he had her, he feel something strange, like she’s the only one he needs.

He didn’t feel like that since Lucille.

Maybe he didn’t need all those wives after all.


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Sunday Night

James and Sharna have a chat about Bonner, set the Sunday night (that’s a tragically lazy title) before the first live show. 

It was Sunday evening, but still pretty early. Sharna had been meaning to call James for a couple days now, but she had been so busy with all the last minute preparation for the first show. She called him and he picked up on the fourth ring.

“Hey, stranger.”

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” she said at once.

“Nope. Couldn’t sleep actually. In fact, I was just thinking about calling you when you called me.”

Sharna smiled. “Great minds.”

“Exactly. So, what’s going on?”

“Not much. We just haven’t talked in a few days. I’ve been so busy.”

“I remember,” he said with a hint of a laugh. “You guys ready to go?”

“As ready as we can be. He’s a little nervous, but that’s to be expected. We just have to survive the first one and he’ll be alright.”

“Speaking of which, how is the boy toy?”

Sharna laughed loudly. “Please tell me you did not just say that.”

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Halloween fake ah crew x child!reader

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“ MICHAEL!” Geoff shouted angrily, “ I SAID NO WATCHING HORROR MOVIES WITH Y/N AROUND!” 

Michael merely shrugged his shoulders. “ it’s no big deal geoff, it’s not that scary anyways. the kid held up better than gavin did anyways.” he pointed out and then gestured to gavin who was hugging the 5 year old tightly.

 “ Besides, little y/n here’s gotta toughen up if she’s going trick-or-treating tonight. right kid?” he asked and the young girl grinned and nodded. 

“ you got it mikey!” you said and geoff sighed.

yes, this was little y/n’s first year trick or treating. to say he was a little worried would be an understatement. los santos at night isn’t the safest place. but los santos at night on HALLOWEEN? Well let’s just say him and the others will be prepared if somebody tries to hurt their baby girl.

but there’s was one thing they didn’t know.

“ are you ever gonna tell us what you’re costume is sweetie?” jack asked and y/n shook her head, her hair tickling gavin’s nose.

“ nope, you’ll find out on Halloween momma!” she said and jack pouted. 

“ i think i know of a way we can make her confess.” gavin said with a grin, jack mirroring the same expression.

“ oh?and what would that be?”

“ we bring out the   TICKLE MONSTER!!!” Gavin shouted and attacked her sides as she laughed loudly.

“ gavvy no please!” she squealed and he shook his head. 

“ sorry love, only if you tell me what your costume is.” he said and continued to mercilessly tickle her. 

“ HAHAHAHHANO PLEASE!!! MICHAEL, DADDY, HELP ME.” Y/N pleaded but to no avail.

“ Sorry princess, no can do.” geoff said with an amused smile as he took a sip of his beer. 

“ same goes for me kiddo. just answer the question and he’ll stop.” michael added in. 

“ RYAN HELP ME!” And as soon as those words passed her lips  Ryan walked into the room and grabbed gavin by the scruff of his neck and pushed him back. y/n laughing in triumph and scurrying off to her room.

“ lay off the damn kid gavin.” he grumbled and sat down on the couch. 

“ please, you just want to be her hero like normal.she kid bloody loves you.” gavin said as he got up and rubbed his jaw, though he wont admit it, ryan was extremely protective over the young girl. he nearly got in a fist fight  with a suburban mother because her son was being rude. ( fuCKING FIGHT ME HELEN)

Ryan merely scoffed and took a sip of his beer. “ i highly doubt that.” he said and began to read the book in front of him while everyone else shared knowing looks.

 even though y/n was basically the crew’s kid, Ryan still acted like he didn’t have feelings for the kid. whenever he did something for her it was always accompanied with a stale voice and a shit-ton of grumbling. Which sucked for him cause the kid absolutely loved him. always staring up at him with a big smile and wide eyes, which she did to everyone. but she seemed to have a bigger respect for him than anyone else, which made geoff pretty pissed. 

“ yeah whatever, so what will you guys be doing while i’m taking y/n trick or treating?” geoff asked and jack froze.

“ excuse me? while YOU’RE taking her trick or treating? uh uh, hell no. im taking her.” she said and ray stood up. 

“ dudes im not missing her first trick or treat either. “ 

“ yeah neither am i ya plebs, right micoo?”

“ yeah, besides i wanna see how many old ladies i can scare with my jason costume.” michael said as he put on his hockey mask.

“ but im practically her dad!” geoff groaned, “ therefore i take her!” jack merely rolled her eyes. 

“ im practically her mom! motherhood trumps fatherhood so suck on that bitch!”

“ but im the cool uncle!” 

“ no youre not dumbass, that obviously me. the kickass puerto rican.”

“ SHUT UP RAY.”

“ FUCKING FIGHT ME FOR IT YOU BRITISH PRICK!”

As the crew began to scream and yell over who got to take their child trick or treating, the said girl walked out of her room in her costume and plopped down in ryan’s lap. who was the only one not partaking int he argument.

“ im ready to go trick-or-treating!” she shouted happily as ryan stared down at her with an awestruck look on his face. as did the other when they stopped arguing and stared at the young girl’s costume.

her h/c hair put up in a pony tail and her face completely painted with the colors orange, black, and white. She wore a plain white shirt and a blue and black leather jacket, a pair of black jeans to match. she had a big smile on her face and everybody just couldn’t believe what they were seeing. 

 She dressed up as Ryann for Halloween.

“ your’e…your’e…” ryan stuttered and she laughed, poking his nose.

“ I’m you silly!” y/n said happily, but a frown appeared on her face. “ you’re not angry……are you?”

Ryan’s eyes went wide and he shook his head. “ oh nonononono sweetie of course not! i absolutely love it,” he said with a chuckle. “ but why did you choose me?”

“ yeah why’d you choose that asshole instead of me! i mean id be a great halloween costume!” geoff whined, earning himself a slap in the back of the head. 

“ because youre always so silent and grumpy, like michael-”

“hey!”

“ sorry mikey.” y/n giggled. “ but you always seem so bummed, and you never hang out with me, or any of us really. ” she mumbled and the assassin’s heart dropped. “ but you’re apart of our family! so i need to make you happy!” she said and looked up at him with a feared look. “ did i do a good job.”

“ no sweetie,” ryan said.” you did an amazing job.” her face lit up like a thousand Christmas trees.

“ really!?!” she squealed and he nodded. 

“ yup, now, im gonna go get dressed in my costume and then i’ll take you trick or treating, okay?” he said and the young girl smiled and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“okey dokey ryan!” she said as he walked back to his room with a sweet smile.

“ i would’ve been an awesome costume.” geoff mumbled and jack patted him on the back.

“ dude, just get dressed and save it for next year. “ jack said as she too walked to her room and got dressed. 

once everybody was dressed in their “Halloween” costumes. ( their heist uniforms) they all went out to take the beloved baby of the crew for her first trick or treating. 

it was hard at first, since she was such a shy child. not to mention many people were very concerned about her costume, or the dangerous looking adults standing right behind her with scary smiles and their own candy bags. but it was fun. 

even though the night came to a stop rather quickly. a concerned elderly couple recognized the groups and called the police. Causing ryan to throw little y/n over is shoulder and the crew to haul ass back home. 

but geoff went out the next day and bought a shit ton of twix and skittles. it’s awesome to be rich. 

but mostly, it was the day that ryan truly became somebody in y/n’s life. even though it wasn’t always easy. (puberty was a rough time for them all.) he wouldn’t change it for the world. 

Cristiano Ronaldo - Waking Up Beside You

Stirring in bed, I groaned in annoyance as I idiotically tried to swat the bright sun rays away from my face, disrupting my deep, peaceful slumber. “Bloody hell,” I sighed, struggling to flutter my eyes open only to be met by a wide awake, joyful Cristiano.

A warm, contagious smile stretched wide across his face, his piercing dimples captivating me for a split second. What a sight to wake up to.

“Good morning, baby,” He mumbled groggily, his voice laced with sleep.

“Morning,” I replied, rubbing my eyes of tiredness. “How long have you been staring at me for, creep?”

“Just a few minutes,” He chuckled huskily. “What were you dreaming about?” Cris shuffled closer to me, an amused smirk playing along his lips. “Please don’t tell me I was talking in my sleep again,” I grumbled, my face flushing in utter embarrassment. “More like moaning,” My boyfriend scoffed, making my jaw drop in disbelief. “Oh God!” I whined, hiding my face behind my hands. At this point I was too humiliated to even show myself. 

Cristiano laughed loudly, his big hands prying mine off my face. “Hey,” He lifted my chin up forcing me to look him in the eye, a dead serious look flashing across his face. “Were you moaning for me?” He wriggled his eyebrows teasingly. Just when I thought he was going to say something important. “Bug off,” I smacked his naked chest in annoyance. 

“Boo-hoo,” He pouted, inching his face closer to me in hopes to steal a kiss or two.

“Hell no,” I chuckled, backing away from him. His face fell and I struggled to withhold a laugh. “I didn’t brush my teeth yet, boo,” I explained.

“So?” He interlocked our fingers before brushing his thumb over my knuckles soothingly. “Neither did I,” Cris began leaning in again, making me squeal in horror. “No!” I whined, shoving my face into the warm, puffy pillow to avoid any lip contact which made Cristiano laugh. 

“Oh come on, (Y/N),” His bare chest vibrated against my shoulder as he weighed me down into the mattress. “Get off,” My words were muffled by the white cloth of the pillow. “Nah,” He replied coolly. Before I had the chance to speak up again, Cristiano’s lips attacked the side of my face in small pecks, earning a loud shriek on my part. “Cristiano!” I giggled, trying to push him off but he didn’t budge.

“(Y/N)!” He mimicked my tone, tickling at my sides as he showered me with kisses.

“Oh God- I can’t breathe!” I screamed, continuing to laugh loudly. “Stop it, Cris, please!”

“Only if you tell me you love me,” His tone was teasing and playful. “I love you- oh my God, I love you now please stop,” I successfully swatted his hands away, working on regaining my breath as he rolled onto his back, an extremely huge grin ripping at his cheeks. I couldn’t help but shoot him daggers as he spoke, “You’re too cute.”

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hadn’t done anything in a while so here ya go guys :)

so here’s a thing

“I’m a waiter at a lame chain restaurant and I overheard you and your friends scheming to get free dessert so I know for a fact that it is not your birthday and you, frankly, can blow me (oh no I didn’t mean literally) AU”, from that “imagine your otp” post that’s been going around again

(Speaking as someone who has worked in multiple restaurants including a Denny’s, this is highly inaccurate and I regret nothing)

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Drabbles: “Burned”

Title: Burned

Pairings: Hanbin/Bobby/Junhoe x Reader 

Genre: Fluff

Length: ~1000 in total

Request: Where you’re trying to make pancakes for breakfast but get hurt by the hot pan and they just entered the kitchen to see that

- requested by anon


Hanbin: Hanbin was now holding your hand carefully, blowing softly on the fresh burned wound which was caused by that stupid pan you were holding just a second ago. As soon as Hanbin had heard you yelp from the pain, he came over immediately with those furrowed eyebrows, too furrowed for your taste but he looked cute anyways.

“Look what you have done! Why don’t you take better care of yourself??”, Hanbin sighed, scolding you lightly for your clumsiness. You remained silent and frowned. Why did he look so angry in the first place? He made it look like it was your fault. You knew he wasn’t seriously angry but your hand still hurt so you couldn’t deal with an upset Hanbin right now.

You pulled your hand away and looked to the side. “Whatever”, you replied in a mocking tone and went back to the half fried pancakes that you had planned to make for Hanbin. “It’s not like i just wanted to make breakfast for my oh so nice boyfriend”, you tried to sound offended to make him feel guilty. “Hey, are.. you really mad?”, Hanbin looked at you with his round eyes before you felt his arms around your waist along with his chin that rested on your shoulder.

“I just don’t like it when you hurt yourself… it hurts me too, you know”, his last words were rather mumbled under his breath but you could understand him perfectly well, “besides, those pancakes look nice.” You smiled, “I know.” There was a small silence before Hanbin spoke again. “Does your hand feel better? Let me see”, this time his voice was softer and he even sounded guilty (you actually felt a little guilty for making him feel like that). “It hurts so much”, you fake cried, “only because of that stupid breakfast i wanted to make for my boyfriend”, this time you even managed to pout.

“Go sit down, i’ll do the rest”, he took the pan instead and you laughed. That was the best part about getting a small injury, it didn’t even hurt that much.


Bobby: “Hey, are you okay?”, Bobby’s concerned gaze lied on you after he had just walked in to see you burning yourself caused by your own clumsiness. “Yes, i am fine”, you smiled ignoring the pain that came with it, it was the cute face he made when something small like this happened. Usually he would laugh and make jokes but now, he was completely serious and it just made you love him even more. “What?”, he looked confused and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Nothing, really.”

“Ok so now you’re laughing at your boyfriend too?? I really need to teach you some manners!”, Bobby made a stupidly cute mad face and roared before his hands found his way all over your body, spelling their magic and making you laugh loudly. “No– stop plEASE”, you barely breathed and still he managed to make you laugh harder and louder until you accidentally hit your burned hand on the counter.

“Ouch”, you yelped from the pain and Bobby stopped immediately. His concerned face was back on from one to another second. “Oh no, i am sorry”, He took your hand into his and inspected it with his worried eyes before carefully placing a kiss on it. “Does it feel better now?”, “You’re so lame you know that?”, you hit him softly on the shoulder. “What? You always feel better when i kiss you, especially down there”, he pointed to your private zones thighs while having that sly smile on his face and there he received another hit, this time harder.

“Well now where i think about it, that’s true. Maybe you should try that instead.”

A/N: How the hell did this turn out so dirty lmao


Junhoe: “Are you okay?? Let me see your hand!”, Junhoe rushed over, panicking when he saw the red mark on your hand. “I just burned myself, it’s no–”, “We need to go to the hospital! What if it gets worse?!”, he interrupted you, still looking extremely worried. It wasn’t like you’d die any time soon. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you stupid? it’s just a little wound, don’t worry so much about it Jun”, you tried to calm him down. “But–”, his face looked a little more normal now and his cheeks turned slightly red.

“Aww, is my little Junjun embarrassed”, you patted his head, cringing inside by the nickname and you could see the same perfectly written on his face. “You’re mean”, he looked to the side, slightly offended. You knew he was just pretending to be when in reality he had to laugh as well. The corner of his lips were barely lifted upwards but he bit on his lips to keep them from smiling.

You suddenly hissed in pain to get back his attention and succeeded when he looked back at you with his wide eyes. “See! Let’s go to the h–”, you started laughing again, this time harder and regretted it as soon as he left the kitchen. Dammit, now he was really offended. You called his name and apologized a few times before you could hear the front door opening and closing. “Jun?”, you called again quietly. Did..he go out? Okay, maybe you overdid it and you felt the guilt piling up in the pit if your stomach until, 10 minutes later, you heard the front door opening again.

You rushed to the door and apologized a trillion times. This time it was Junhoe who laughed. “Did you see your face just now?”, he wiped away the tears from his laughter and you looked at him confused. “Here”, Junhoe gave you a small box of medicine. “It lessens the pain”, he kissed your forehead and passed by the kitchen coughing loudly. You were kind of in a daze because you probably had the cutest boyfriend ever, even if he didn’t show it that often. “Thank you”, you smiled and immediately ran after him, crashing him with a tight hug and kisses. “Hey, stop– that’s.. gross!!”, he said while pulling you closer and kissing you more proper anyway.

A/N: WHY IS THIS SO CHEESY I DON’T EVEN LIKE CHEESE no but i hope you like it! 

- Moyo

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Request: Could you do one where you are best friends with Hotch and you’re pansexual and you have like the biggest crush on Prentiss but you don’t know what to do so Hotch is your wingman one night after a case when you go to a bar with the team. (Feeling w/ Prentiss requited would be fab)

A/N: This one was pretty fun to write. I could see a part two, if you want it let me know!

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Out-Of-Body Experience - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Anonymous said: Can you do number 11 with Sebastian please?

011) “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

It was the weirdest sensation, indescribable and inexplicable. You couldn’t actually believe what was happening, yet it was, or maybe this was a dream, but how could you dream something in such detail? You were there in your hospital bed, and yet you were also stood next to the hospital bed, watching as you slept.

The hospital room is as devoid of beauty as you are of hope. Its walls are simply cream, not peeling or dirty, just cream. There is no decoration at all except beside your bedside where an array of flowers had been placed, you guessed they were all from Sebastian because he knew how much you hated hospitals. Limp curtains separated your bed from the three others there. The curtains were perhaps once the kind of green that reminded people of spring-time and hope, but it’s faded so much that the hue is insipid. The room has an undertone of bleach and the floor is simply grey. At the far end are windows in brown metal frames, only openable at the top. Everyone else in the room mirrored how your body was, they were sleeping to pass the time, though one or two visitors seemed to be staring at nothing at all just to pass the time. There are stands for intravenous drips and monitors. At the door are dispensers for rubber gloves, hand sanitizer and soap; these items only reinforced your fear of germs, they are so ubiquitous here that cleaning is mandatory every time a doorway is passed or a patient is touched. But maybe the nurses will forget, or not wash properly, then what? Will you get even sicker, could it possibly even get any worse than being in a coma after a car crash?

Maybe this out of body experience was actually a sickness, god you hated this.

A sound at the end of the hallway alerted you and you watched as Seb entered the room. He looked tired, and pale. “Oh my god,” you gasped, walking closer to him. You’d already realised that he wouldn’t be able to hear or see you, but that didn’t stop your natural inclination to be as close to Sebastian as you could. “Why the hell isn’t he in a hospital bed, he looks more sick than I do!” You yelled out to no one in particular.

“Hey,” he hummed as he sat down beside your bed, taking off the backpack he’d brought with him and then reaching out so he could hold your hand in his.

“Hi,” you replied, sitting on the end of the bed. You didn’t mind crushing your own feet, it was weird though, knowing that something was physically touching you but not being able to actually feel it. Especially now, when you’d do anything to feel Seb’s hand in yours for just a second.

He seemed to take a moment for himself to take you in, but you really didn’t enjoy that seen as you looked like you’d been in a car crash. Which you actually had been. Cuts and bruises covered your face and you had no doubt it mirrored the rest of your body. “I brought you some stuff from home that I thought you might like,” he began, releasing your hand so that he could go through the backpack.

“Oh that’s so sweet of you, please tell me you brought our teddy though?”

Just as you said that he took out the fluffiest white polar bear teddy and placed it by your side. The teddy had been won at a fun fair years back, though you had won it, Seb insisted that you share the parental duties of the teddy bear and so it soon became like a child to the both of you. It always slept in the bed as well.

The next item he brought out was a book, your favourite one of course. “I thought I could read you this, you always did love Green Eggs and Ham and I don’t know, the rhymes might drag you from wherever you’ve gone.”

“I’m literally right in front of you,” you were trying to be sassy but it was hard to keep the sadness from your voice. He just looked so done with everything, like he’d lost the will to live. And the fact that it was your fault made you feel even worse.

“Next I brought some food in case you wake up and I’m not here when you do, because I know you won’t eat any of the hospital food. I’ll hide it in the bedside drawer for you.” He looked around him before hiding the food away. “And lastly, I brought a picture of me.”

You laughed loudly, feeling much more pleased by the fact that no one could see or hear you as that meant there was no judgement on the way you snorted. The picture he’d brought was the one that you kept on your phone as a lockscreen, it was him topless and covered in oil. Seb absolutely hated it, but you suppose he was being a little more sympathetic now that you were in a coma.

Once that was placed down facing your body he returned to taking your hand into both of his, he opened up your palm and began to write letters on it. “I talked to your parents, they want to come down but they have to find someone to look after the dog.”

“Fair enough, I doubt the hospital would really like Bobby coming in. He gets way too excitable and chews everything, he’d probably end up chewing a needle.” You’d leaned back on the bed so that you rested on your elbows. In your mind you figured that a one sided conversation would be better than not being able to even see Sebastian, you weren’t sure how long this out of body experience would last and so you’d like to take full advantage while you could.

“The cast send their best wishes, they all wanted to come today but I’ve had a hard enough time getting in myself seen as we’re not married.” He frowned and sent a swift glare towards the door, then he turned back to you and his hand squeezed tighter around yours. “I swear to god Y/N once you wake up we are getting married, I don’t ever want anyone telling me I can’t see you when you’re in this condition again.”

“I’m so sorry,” you reached out to soothe him but quickly recoiled after remembering that your touch would have no effect. So instead you resorted to also sending a glare at the door, maybe one of the nurses would get chills and feel like they are being watched by a ghost.

“You will wake up, won’t you?” He leaned forward and began to press your hand against his lips, he was trying so hard not to break down and cry. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” He confessed, now using your hand to cover his eyes. Though you still couldn’t feel anything, it was obvious he’d begun to cry.

His tears coaxed you to get off the bed and embrace him, he didn’t feel you and you didn’t really feel him. You just knew that you were suppose to feel him and therefore your mind filled in the blanks, “of course I’m going to wake up. How dare you even suggest that I’d leave you, you’re my Sexy Sea Bass.” Though you were trying to remain light hearted the tears that had probably always been behind your eyes began to exit through your eyes, except they didn’t fall down your cheek. Instead they fell down your bodies cheek.

It took him a moment Seb also noticed this and he released an audible gasp as soon as he saw it, “Y/N?! Oh my god, Y/N?!”

“Sir, can you please quiet down.” A nurse abruptly walked in, ruining the very emotional moment for both you and Sebastian.

He stood up and pointed at your face, “she can hear me, she heard what I said and started crying.” The nurse looked between your body and Sebastian before turning around and mumbling something about going to get a proper doctor. Seb seemed unperturbed and on a mission as he rushed to be back by your bedside and holding your hand. “Okay Y/N, you listen to me.”

“Aye aye captain,” you mumbled, feeling rather elated by his newfound glee. Seb was happy, that’s all that mattered.

“You need to hang on for me because I love you and I swear to god the moment you’re able to walk I will be taking you down an aisle, I’m also never letting you drive again. I don’t even care okay I will become your personal taxi.” He kissed you on the lips, repeatedly. So many times that you wondered if he was just doing it so that you’d eventually get the sensation of kissing.

“Oh my god Seb, I love you so much.” More tears fell from your bodies eyes, and he smiled so brightly that it seemed to light up the whole hospital room. The curtains seemed to get their green shade back and the floor wasn’t just grey, it was a dirty white with speckles of colour thrown in to give it a marble-looking effect. And the people in the room weren’t sleeping or staring at nothing to pass the time, they were all dreaming and thinking of miraculous and wonderful things.

Preference #65: Picture Preference

***Authors Note: Credit to the gif owners. Enjoy!

Harry: His legs barely fit in the tub. There was no way that he was comfortable. But the tepid water and warm alcohol soothed your muscles, so maybe he found comfort in that. It has been a long, eventful week for the both of you. You, not only lost your job, but also discovered your best friend took it from you. Harry, who still doesn’t see any wrong in it, got into a fight at a bar and his face was on every tabloid in the world. So as a way to stay in and avoid all contact with the outside world, you drew a bath for the both of you and Harry poured the alcohol. “Pour me some more,” you said lazily, tilting your head back against the edge of the bathtub. Harry opened his eyes slowly, reached over the counter, and poured you another drink. “How are you at all comfortable?” you questioned, peeking over your glass as you took a sip. “Just being here, completely naked with you might I add, is comfortable enough.” he said. You could not see him because his head was tilted back but you could tell by his tone that he was smirking. You leaned all the way into the tub so that your head was barely floating above the water. You let the water swarm around your skin, and felt the warm undertone soothe your body. You let out an earthly chuckle. “What?” you heard Harry say from the other side. You let out another giggle, “I can’t believe you punched someone at a bar.” you said, still chuckling lightly. You heard him let out a throaty laugh too. “Yeah?” he said playfully. “Well I can’t believe you let someone as stupid as Maria steal your job.” he countered. You scoffed and with out thinking you gathered as much water as you could and splashed him in the face with it. It didn’t faze him at all. It only wiped the smug smile off his face. He wiped the water off his face and ran a hand through his hair to get it off his face. He reached for his drink and took a large gulp finishing it off. You laughed harder than you should, probably because of the alcohol coursing through your veins. You heard the sound of his glass resting back on the counter. You felt him move forward and in an instant he was face to face with you. He placed a feather-like hand on your cheek, “Thats a beautiful sound,” he said, his voice enticing. “I haven’t heard it in so long.” He rubbed small circles on your cheek and pressed an amorous kiss to your lips. When he released, he moved back to his position from earlier. You smiled lightly in his direction, “I’m glad we did this.” You reached for his hand from across the tub and took it into your smaller ones. You reached for your drink, “Let’s toast to a better tomorrow.” you said, raising your glass above you. He took his glass into his hand and hoisted it above his head, “As long as you’re in my life then there will always be a better tomorrow.” he said, leaning over again and kissing you. You both toasted and finished the alcohol in your glasses. After, both of you lost yourselves in the scent of roses and whiskey.  

Louis: You could hear both of your soft chuckles in-between the narrow brick alleyways. Rome was especially beautiful during this time. The night sky was clear, there was a brisk cold in the atmosphere. Louis had a few appearances there while you were vacationing, but he made enough time for nights like this. Evenings filled with laughter, a few drinks, and cheesy jokes. You guys got a few sh’s from residents living in the apartments on the streets. But nothing stopped Louis from cracking another joke or you from your robust laughter filling the streets. You two were walking hand in hand. The tousled cobble stone streets made it difficult to walk in your heels. “Oh god,” you groaned. “My feet hurt.” You saw Louis smile from the corner of your eyes. He stopped where he was and opened his arms, “No worries love, I’m here for you.” He put a hand on the small of your back and one arm underneath your knees. He hoisted you up and held you comfortably in his arms. You nestled closer to his chest and felt the warmth of his body and the increased beating of his heart. You walked a few inches before he tripped over a high stone on the ground. “Oh my god, Louis!” you screeched. “Please be more careful!” you said, placing a hand on your chest refraining yourself from panicking. “Oh please,” he replied, completely unruffled. “I’m always careful.” He raised his eyebrow and had a smug smile across his face. “What?” you questioned. He grinned, “Well I thought I could show you just how careful I am.” he said. Before you could protest, he tightened his grip on your body. He spun your around and around. The air felt colder as he twirled you around. You giggled loudly and held on tighter to him, griping a fist full of his t-shirt. “Louis,” you laughed loudly. “Please stop.” you continued in-between laughs. He stopped spinning, “Okay, okay.” he said, chuckling. “But this just proves how careful I-” And he tripped. The fall to the stone imbedded ground was a short one. It was cold and very hard. You fell on top of him and instead of getting back up you just rested your head on your chest. “Ow,” you murmured. He hugged you on the ground and kissed the top of your head, “I’m sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t being very…” “Careful.” you finished for him. You both let out a throaty laugh. You lifted your head so you were eye level with him. “I love you,” you whispered. He placed a part of your hair that fell onto your face behind your ear. “I love you too.” he spoke softly. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Cold like the stones.” You said, cracking a joke. He laughed too, “Well you’re hot like the stars.” he said, flipping you over so you were on the bottom. He inched closer before your lips met with his again. 

Liam: The air was filled with this earthy smell, almost musty. It had rained unexpectedly, so your day trip to the beach was cut short. But as the rain fell, the earth became warmer. It did not feel like any other summer day, it felt sufficiently warmer, like earth was being consumed by the sun. And as scientists say, it really is. You and Liam sat in the back of the truck. The open air allowed the two of you to remain a moderate temperature, rather that over-heating from the humidity. The air conditioners vapor was sticking to the truck’s back window. Tears of dew fell from the top to the bottom as if the two of them were racing. Even though you were only inches away from the driver and passenger it felt like Liam and you were in a completely different universe. It was just you, the musky air, and slight touch of both of your knees. “I’m sorry we had to cut our day short.” Liam murmured softly. He reached for your hand across the truck, where the dashboard would be. “It’s all right.” you said, offering him a smile. You squeezed his hand, leaned back, and rested your shoulder and arms across the edges of the truck. You watched as two water beads raced each other to the end. Liam noticed your fascination, and tried to grab your attention. On the glass, he drew a messy wet ‘I love you’. His handwriting was almost childish but you could easily see the phrase he spelt. You smiled, more vibrantly this time, and reclined forward, so you gracefully fell into his lap. Despite the heat, you always found comfort in Liam’s arms. He enjoyed holding you too. Just the mere feeling of having you so near, sent his heart into a frenzy. And the way your head rested on his chest, you could tell. After some time, you finally said, “I love you.” His heart beat began to race again. He kissed the top of your forehead and arranged your hair off your face. You both stared out off the trucks barriers and watched as the trees went by. The car was picked up speed, as you were ascending onto the highway. Trees were replaced by billboards, and cars were replaced by freight-trucks. But even though the atmosphere changed, the temperature did not, neither did yours and Liam’s love for each other. 

Zayn: The neon fluorescent lights lit up a city surrounded by darkness. Beyond the Vegas lights, was a plain desert. But nothing about Sin City was boring. Not the hotels, not the casinos, not even the people. Maybe that’s why Zayn and you were so attracted to it. The danger, the gamble, the sin. The lights were fogging and you were feeling this light spinning in your mind. Zayn and you just won fifty bucks off of some slot machine. It wasn’t much money, but the joy of winning was a high enough. You two walked hand in hand down the mall that covered more than a mile of Las Vegas downtown. You gently let go of his hand and walked a few inches forward. You spread your arms out, like wings, and let your head tilt back. You shook your hands and wiggled your fingers through the air. Its like you could feel the layers of the air on your finger tips. A smile crept onto your face. No teeth, just your lips spreading from ear to ear, a small one with so much more meaning. You never felt this sort of joy with anyone before. This sort of genuine happiness that you only felt with Zayn. It made you beam. It made this warm feeling burn at the pit of your stomach. Again, you got lost in your own thoughts and feelings. But suddenly, you felt a gentle hand grip onto your right hand. He held on tightly. He pulled you close to his body and like your hands, your bodies molded perfectly together. Then, as Lover Me Tender by Elvis Presley started playing in the background, the moment couldn’t have been more cliché. He put a hand on the small of your back, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. In the midst of thousands of people, the two of you started dancing. A slow, loving dance. No one seemed to notice, probably because they were more used to famous people like ‘The King’ or Cher were once among them but the two of you didn’t mind. Being away from the attention and the public eye was something close to impossible. You both swayed steadily to the beat of the song. Out of no where and completely out of tune, Zayn extended his arm out and spun you around. He kept spinning and the sounds of your laughter echoed through the enclosed mall. Then, after the spinning stopped, you both went back to your original formation. “Be mine forever.” Zayn whispered, his voice quiet. You let out a happy sigh, “I will be yours forever and more.” you said softly, kissing his lips tenderly. Maybe everything was more interesting because you were on this high. Maybe you weren’t actually high but you were definitely high off the energy, or lack of, each other. 

Niall: The train ascended into the station. It made a high pitch cry as it pulled in. There was no one on the train or on the platform. Rain was teeming down. It was falling so hard, it seemed like there was not enough room for air. As the train came to a complete stop, you reached up to the over-head compartment and took your bag and set it next to you. You pulled out the umbrella that was in your bag. You waited till you smelled the inclement air. You were very superstitious. You stepped down to the first stair and inhaled a gulp of air. It was muggy but fresh. You always liked the idea of rain. The way it cleaned the earth’s surface, making it brand new again. You wished it could do the same thing to people. You wished that the rain could wash away your past mistakes and your biggest regrets. You opened your eyes after inhaling, and looked up and down the platform. A single man sat near the ticket office, underneath a cover provided by the building. You squinted your eyes trying to get a better look. He pulled his jacket closer to himself and searched for something until his eyes eyes finally engaged with yours. He stood up carefully, as if he was second guessing himself. He walked, slowly as if approaching a wild animal, until he was completely in the rain’s mercy. His clothes drenched quickly. This rain wasn’t like any you had every seen before. It was like the rain in the movies. Heavy but fell at a steady beat kind of like studio magic. As he got closer, you finally recognized who he was. The late nights, long conversations, and sweet talks moved their way forward into your mind. Like in the past, his entire being consumed your mind. He was all you were thinking about. If you body wasn’t so accustomed to breathing, his thoughts would literally take your breath away. He was close until he was finally next you. You extended your hand, “You need this more than I do.” you said softly. He took it from you, “I needed this a little whiles back but now is better than never,” he said, letting out a humorless chuckle. “I missed you.” he said. “I didn’t think you would remember me.” you whispered. “How could I ever forget you?” he shrugged, inching closer to you. “Did you ever forget about me?” he asked. “No.” you answered honestly. It was true. There were days where you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Sort of like this very moment. “I still love you.” he said, barely above the rains sound. Without thinking, you embraced him. You hugged him tightly. Your entire front soaked but you didn’t mind. You held him in your arms and moved your lips close to his ear, “I still love you.” The rain continued to fall and your biggest wish came true. The rain washed away your biggest repentances and mistakes. You were with the man of your dreams and this time you weren’t letting him slip away.

Forever Yours (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Author’s Note: The way myself and @writingfortheavengers did this is we each wrote a part of this collab. I wrote Part 1, she wrote Part 2, I wrote Part 3, and she will finish it off with Part 4!  

If you would like to be tagged in the next parts, please let myself or @writingfortheavengers! If you do not ask we won’t know! (^_^)

Tag Requests: @always-a-marvel-addict @annna-snooow @skipperkimberly @ladysylviamordrake @avengersfan25 @quinzel-lucy @bxckybarnxs107 @jennareedus @itsjordanelizabeth13 @hotcrazycatlady @bxbyblossom @marvellove94

Warnings: SWEARING AND *SMUT* THROUGHOUT! 


(Y/N) tossed and turned in her bed trying to get some sleep. It was still very early; only 10 pm and she couldn’t close her eyes. The room was extremely hot, or maybe it was just her and the rambling feelings inside her that didn’t allow her to finally rest. It was the night before a mission, a big one. There was so much at stake now.

She finally stood up and headed to the bathroom to wash her face and tie her hair in a very high ponytail. Then, she went straight to the kitchen, there were some Avengers having something to munch before heading to their beds; what an awful thing to do. They would sleep even worse with their stomachs full.

“I thought you were asleep, baby” Bucky said to her, tapping the surface of the stool next to him, making clear that he wanted her to sit there “Is there something wrong?”
“No” She shook her head. Her hair still in a ponytail moved with her. (Y/N) took the spot next to him and curled her arm over Bucky’s metal one. Resting her head on his cold bicep she sighed loudly.
“You sure baby?” He asked again, turning his head to kiss her pristine forehead “You’re usually snoring by now” He giggled.
“My bedroom is too hot” (Y/N) carelessly shrugged and sighed again “I left the window open so it can cool down a little”

The words crowded on her lips; she wanted to tell him. She needed it. But the fear of rejection was still too big to carry, even though he had proven to be a trustworthy man, the experiences she had before kept telling her to hold back it a little more. The remaining Avengers kept talking while she drifted in her own thoughts, but something in her expression must have warned the other female there; Wanda didn’t need to search in (Y/N)’s mind for answers, she already knew everything. The Sokovian girl tilted her head to the side, pointing the leather couch on the other side of the room. (Y/N) sighed and kissed Bucky’s cheek before leaving with the witch.

“You haven’t told him yet, right?” Wanda asked quietly while covering herself with the chal over the couch “(Y/N), you haven’t told him yet” This was not a question anymore.
“Keep it down, Wanda!” She hissed and looked at Bucky “Please don’t do this…” She replied, tiredly rubbing her forehead and temples with her hands “I’ll tell him before we go to bed… I hope the shock can make us sleep better. At least I think I’ll let go of this weigh on my shoulders and… Sleep” (Y/N) outstretched her arms and yawned “Don’t worry, I’ll tell him” She leaned to kiss Wanda’s forehead and walked back to Bucky’s side, on the table “Do you guys mind if I take Bucky away from you?” She asked out loud with the cutest smile she could possibly give them “You will see him tomorrow morning anyway”
“Someone’s getting laid tonight!” Sam called out while the rest laughed very loudly “And please, use some protection kids!” (Y/N) blushed immediately and pulled Bucky’s shirt like she was a little girl.
“We don’t want any kid running around” Steve warned “Not until you two get married”

Bucky took (Y/N)’s hand and they walked to the elevator. He looked at her, falling in love for the thousandth time with most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. They remained silent until they reached his bedroom’s door. Bucky brushed away some locks of her hair that didn’t make it to the ponytail. His grey eyes searched for some sort of answer in her (Y/E/C) ones but there was nothing there, nothing but a slight sentiment of fear; she had that same eyes whenever they were going on missions.

(Y/N) threw herself into his arms and captured his always sweet lips in hers. They never slept together these kind of nights because of the temptation of having sex; Sam always said that wasn’t a smart choice. “Been there, done that” He always repeated to the team. She played with the hem of his t-shirt as he gently pushed her against the cold door, making her tremble between his body and the surface.

“Baby, please tell me what’s wrong” Bucky whispered as he broke the kiss. (Y/N)’s chest heaved as she tried to calm her breath “I can see there’s something bothering you”
“It’s just that I…” She mumbled “I’m having this awful and weird feeling about tomorrow’s mission” She bit her bottom lip as the subtle lie came out “May I sleep with you tonight?”
“Sure thing” He smiled widely “But first, let me do something else…”

Bucky leaned in to gently capture her lips. His arms wrapped around her waist as he grinded his body towards hers. Pushing her against the wall again, (Y/N) let out a soft moan that Bucky took as a permission to go on with the plan he had in mind.

(Y/N)’s hands hurried to pull up the soft cloth of his pajama shirt and threw it away, then, in a swift move she got rid of her own, revealing the nakedness of her torso. She had never felt more nervous than now, the evident flush on her cheeks revealed more than what it should have. Pulling her closer for another kiss, Bucky ran his tongue across her bottom lip making her moan and grind more against his body. She wanted him, she needed him in the same way a little child needs their teddy bear.

The metal hand roamed down to the side of her thigh and effortlessly helped her jump up and wrap her legs around his waist. She threw her head back, allowing Bucky much more access to her needy neck and loudly whining when Bucky sucked and bit the portion of skin that made her lose her train of thought. She loudly cried out, in more pleasure than pain, when his teeth sunk on her.

Their sweaty skins couldn’t be more together if they wanted to. There was no way of telling where one began and the other ended; they were one. (Y/N) forgot about the important matter she had to discuss with him and focused all her energies in showing Bucky how much she loved him, and perhaps it was the fear previous a mission, but she was really afraid of losing him.

Bucky walked to the bed and carefully placed (Y/N) on it. He crawled on top of her while pulling the pajama shorts down her trained legs and placing sweet kisses on her thighs all the way up and gently digging his teeth in different parts of her hot skin meanwhile she rubbed her thighs together to get some friction and relieve and arched her back when his tongue played with her hardened nipple.

“We really shouldn’t be… doing this…” He purred “Right?” The second after the question, he kneaded both her breasts with his big hands, making (Y/N) moan loudly “This is so wrong…” His breath against her neck sent jolts throughout her body and the pooling fire on her low abdomen grew stronger, hotter, and lustier.
“I know” (Y/N) breathed “But we can regret about this later, right?” She smiled mischievously

He continued his way up to her lips while he fidgeted himself between her spread legs; with his flesh hand he searched for her soaked folds. Her body tensed and twitched under his always tender touch. He worked her bundle of nerves roughly, yet so lovingly that she almost felt like passing out. She felt lightheaded, dizzy and her back was arching almost impossibly towards his hot torso while her toes curled and she held on tightly to the bedspread. (Y/N) thought she might tear it apart from all the strength she was using to keep herself together.

“B-Buck… C-crap, Buck…” (Y/N) panted. Her bottom lip trembled as he carelessly played with her clit. She shoved the real words to the back of her head and went in another direction, just for tonight “Fuck me…” Her (Y/E/C) eyes stared deep and straight into his.
“As you wish, my love” He smiled widely and devoured her lips again.

Bucky’s hand no longer teased her; he was introducing one metal finger slowly inside her. His mouth was still glued to hers, her hands roamed down, focusing especially on his well-defined abs and on the hem of his pants. With her eyes closed, (Y/N) explored the skin and slowly revealed his hardening shaft. Bucky’s breath hitched and his Adam’s apple bobbed. (Y/N) licked her swollen lips and started pumping him too. A growl so dark and animal let her know that she was doing an excellent job with him. In a war for who made the other come first, they locked eyes and left the other’s body.

The metal hand had no feeling whatsoever, so he was not aware when her walls tightened and clenched around the two digits he had in her. He kept pumping (Y/N)’s back arched and she let go of his manhood as she deafeningly cried for that orgasm that pushed her over the edge. Her nails dug on Bucky scarred skin whilst the fire that pooled on her stomach had spread throughout her body and she was battling to get some air into her lungs.

“That’s… so not f-fair” He muttered, supporting his body with both hands on each side of (Y/N)’s head and feeling distressed for not being able to come with her “You better turn around doll” He teased and helped her flip her shaking body “I want you in all fours”

Slowly going inside her, she threw her head back and cursed the lord’s name so loudly he thought one of the Avengers would come by their door and ask what the hell was going on, but that was exactly what happened; hell, the burning bodies intertwining with the other in a mix that could only be made by the devil himself. Bucky’s strong hands dug onto her hips as his pace became faster and harder. Surely the tight grip on her hips would leave a few bruises by the morning. Skin slapping against skin was the only thing that could be heard in a while, until (Y/N) let out an uncontrollable line of curses as another orgasm was being built up.

“Holy fffffucking god!” She cried “My god, yesssss!” Her breasts swayed back and forth with each thrust. She enclosed her bottom lip with her teeth as she threw her head back and then forward to rest her forehead on her forearms “Buck…” She turned around after a few minutes, now with a serious and worried look on her face; he, on the other side, still had his eyes closed and groaned quietly as he kept a tight grip on her hips “James, baby…!” (Y/N) grabbed Bucky’s flesh wrist tightly “James, the hand!” And just like a switch being turned on, Bucky stopped moving immediately.
“Doll, I-I’m sorry” He mumbled nervously as he pulled himself out of her body. She sighed at the feeling of being empty “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to-”
“I know” She smiled tenderly and turned around “What if we change positions? I haven’t come yet… Though I was very close” She made a beckoning sign to him and when he crawled back to her, she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer to her lips, letting him know that everything was going fine.

She grabbed his girth in her hand again, making sure he’d be still hard and spreading her legs open wide, she conducted him back inside. She threw her head back to the headboard as she breathed something incoherent. Bucky caught up a pace that was as fast as it was hard. (Y/N) dug her nails on his scarred back and trailed down to leave some more marks on him. He threw his head back as a breath got caught in his throat.

(Y/N) wrapped her legs around his waist again and her sweet spot was being blissfully caressed and worked. She held on for dear life to his shoulders as he tightly grabbed the bars on the headboard.

“God, I love you so much doll” He whispered to her ear and pulled away some locks of her sweaty face “You know that right?” He pounded faster.
“Yeah!” She cried out “I-I… I love you too!”

She bit the crook of his neck to hold back her loud moans and pleas of pleasure.

“No baby, say you’ll come” Bucky encouraged her “Scream for me”
“I-I’mgonna…” She panted “Buck…!”

Her orgasm arrived so loudly that a knock from the contiguous bedroom sounded clear against the wall. Bucky kept his pace until he released his seed inside her. She had succumbed to the pleasure and the words she had in her mind before coming to the bedroom were long forgotten. Bucky brushed away some locks of her (Y/H/C) from her sweaty face as he looked at her lovingly; he fell in love for the millionth time in that night. She filled his heart with joy and the only thing he came up with was to lean forward and kiss her lips sweetly. He still had her face cupped in his strong hands, he tenderly caressed her cheeks with his thumbs.

When they broke the kiss, (Y/N) ran her fingers through his dark hair and pushed it back, revealing his exhausted face. She bit her lip nervously and decided that it was better to slid under the covers for that night.

“May I still crash here tonight?” She sheepishly asked “I really can’t bear to do the walk of shame”
“I was about to ask you the same thing” He smiled “I love you, I really do”
“I love you too” She pecked his lips one last time before standing up and grabbing her pajamas “Thank you” She said from over her shoulder “For everything you do”

She slid her t-shirt down her torso while he fixed the beddings from all the movement from that night. She timidly got inside and let herself being wrapped with Bucky’s arms; she found comfort and warmth on his chest.

“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” He asked again.
“It’s all good baby, now let’s get some sleep…” She sighed “We have a great day tomorrow”

Forever Yours (Part 2)

@ilovebeingjoyful and I wrote this together! We both had so much fun doing it. This is very special for both of us because it is the first time that we do something together (and it’s also the first time I ever do a collab with someone). Feel free to message any of us if you want to be tagged for the next parts of this. There are two more coming your way.

Part 1

Warnings: Swearing, some love making… Well, lots of it. This is purely smut.

Tag Requests: @ireallywannastabhim

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

(Y/N) tossed and turned in her bed trying to get some sleep. It was still very early; only 10 pm and she couldn’t close her eyes. The room was extremely hot, or maybe it was just her and the rambling feelings inside her that didn’t allow her to finally rest. It was the night before a mission, a big one. There was so much at stake now.
 
She finally stood up and headed to the bathroom to wash her face and tie her hair in a very high ponytail. Then, she went straight to the kitchen, there were some Avengers having something to munch before heading to their beds; what an awful thing to do. They would sleep even worse with their stomachs full.
 
“I thought you were asleep, baby” Bucky said to her, tapping the surface of the stool next to him, making clear that he wanted her to sit there “Is there something wrong?”
“No” She shook her head. Her hair still in a ponytail moved with her. (Y/N) took the spot next to him and curled her arm over Bucky’s metal one. Resting her head on his cold bicep she sighed loudly.
“You sure baby?” He asked again, turning his head to kiss her pristine forehead “You’re usually snoring by now” He giggled.
“My bedroom is too hot” (Y/N) carelessly shrugged and sighed again “I left the window open so it can cool down a little”
The words crowded on her lips; she wanted to tell him. She needed it. But the fear of rejection was still too big to carry, even though he had proven to be a trustworthy man, the experiences she had before kept telling her to hold back it a little more. The remaining Avengers kept talking while she drifted in her own thoughts, but something in her expression must have warned the other female there; Wanda didn’t need to search in (Y/N)’s mind for answers, she already knew everything. The Sokovian girl tilted her head to the side, pointing the leather couch on the other side of the room. (Y/N) sighed and kissed Bucky’s cheek before leaving with the witch.
 
“You haven’t told him yet, right?” Wanda asked quietly while covering herself with the chal over the couch “(Y/N), you haven’t told him yet” This was not a question anymore.
“Keep it down, Wanda!” She hissed and looked at Bucky “Please don’t do this…” She replied, tiredly rubbing her forehead and temples with her hands “I’ll tell him before we go to bed… I hope the shock can make us sleep better. At least I think I’ll let go of this weigh on my shoulders and… Sleep” (Y/N) outstretched her arms and yawned “Don’t worry, I’ll tell him” She leaned to kiss Wanda’s forehead and walked back to Bucky’s side, on the table “Do you guys mind if I take Bucky away from you?” She asked out loud with the cutest smile she could possibly give them “You will see him tomorrow morning anyway”
“Someone’s getting laid tonight!” Sam called out while the rest laughed very loudly “And please, use some protection kids!” (Y/N) blushed immediately and pulled Bucky’s shirt like she was a little girl.
“We don’t want any kid running around” Steve warned “Not until you two get married”
Bucky took (Y/N)’s hand and they walked to the elevator. He looked at her, falling in love for the thousandth time with most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. They remained silent until they reached his bedroom’s door. Bucky brushed away some locks of her hair that didn’t make it to the ponytail. His grey eyes searched for some sort of answer in her (Y/E/C) ones but there was nothing there, nothing but a slight sentiment of fear; she had that same eyes whenever they were going on missions.
 
(Y/N) threw herself into his arms and captured his always sweet lips in hers. They never slept together these kind of nights because of the temptation of having sex; Sam always said that wasn’t a smart choice. “Been there, done that” He always repeated to the team. She played with the hem of his t-shirt as he gently pushed her against the cold door, making her tremble between his body and the surface.
 
“Baby, please tell me what’s wrong” Bucky whispered as he broke the kiss. (Y/N)’s chest heaved as she tried to calm her breath “I can see there’s something bothering you”
“It’s just that I…” She mumbled “I’m having this awful and weird feeling about tomorrow’s mission” She bit her bottom lip as the subtle lie came out “May I sleep with you tonight?”
“Sure thing” He smiled widely “But first, let me do something else…”

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Bucky leaned in to gently capture her lips. His arms wrapped around her waist as he grinded his body towards hers. Pushing her against the wall again, (Y/N) let out a soft moan that Bucky took as a permission to go on with the plan he had in mind.
 
(Y/N)’s hands hurried to pull up the soft cloth of his pajama shirt and threw it away, then, in a swift move she got rid of her own, revealing the nakedness of her torso. She had never felt more nervous than now, the evident flush on her cheeks revealed more than what it should have. Pulling her closer for another kiss, Bucky ran his tongue across her bottom lip making her moan and grind more against his body. She wanted him, she needed him in the same way a little child needs their teddy bear.
 
The metal hand roamed down to the side of her thigh and effortlessly helped her jump up and wrap her legs around his waist. She threw her head back, allowing Bucky much more access to her needy neck and loudly whining when Bucky sucked and bit the portion of skin that made her lose her train of thought. She loudly cried out, in more pleasure than pain, when his teeth sunk on her.
 
Their sweaty skins couldn’t be more together if they wanted to. There was no way of telling where one began and the other ended; they were one. (Y/N) forgot about the important matter she had to discuss with him and focused all her energies in showing Bucky how much she loved him, and perhaps it was the fear previous a mission, but she was really afraid of losing him.
 
Bucky walked to the bed and carefully placed (Y/N) on it. He crawled on top of her while pulling the pajama shorts down her trained legs and placing sweet kisses on her thighs all the way up and gently digging his teeth in different parts of her hot skin meanwhile she rubbed her thighs together to get some friction and relieve and arched her back when his tongue played with her hardened nipple.
 
“We really shouldn’t be… doing this…” He purred “Right?” The second after the question, he kneaded both her breasts with his big hands, making (Y/N) moan loudly “This is so wrong…” His breath against her neck sent jolts throughout her body and the pooling fire on her low abdomen grew stronger, hotter, and lustier.
“I know” (Y/N) breathed “But we can regret about this later, right?” She smiled mischievously

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He continued his way up to her lips while he fidgeted himself between her spread legs; with his flesh hand he searched for her soaked folds. Her body tensed and twitched under his always tender touch. He worked her bundle of nerves roughly, yet so lovingly that she almost felt like passing out. She felt lightheaded, dizzy and her back was arching almost impossibly towards his hot torso while her toes curled and she held on tightly to the bedspread. (Y/N) thought she might tear it apart from all the strength she was using to keep herself together.
 
“B-Buck… C-crap, Buck…” (Y/N) panted. Her bottom lip trembled as he carelessly played with her clit. She shoved the real words to the back of her head and went in another direction, just for tonight “Fuck me…” Her (Y/E/C) eyes stared deep and straight into his.
“As you wish, my love” He smiled widely and devoured her lips again.
 
Bucky’s hand no longer teased her; he was introducing one metal finger slowly inside her. His mouth was still glued to hers, her hands roamed down, focusing especially on his well-defined abs and on the hem of his pants. With her eyes closed, (Y/N) explored the skin and slowly revealed his hardening shaft. Bucky’s breath hitched and his Adam’s apple bobbed. (Y/N) licked her swollen lips and started pumping him too. A growl so dark and animal let her know that she was doing an excellent job with him. In a war for who made the other come first, they locked eyes and left the other’s body.
 
The metal hand had no feeling whatsoever, so he was not aware when her walls tightened and clenched around the two digits he had in her. He kept pumping (Y/N)’s back arched and she let go of his manhood as she deafeningly cried for that orgasm that pushed her over the edge. Her nails dug on Bucky scarred skin whilst the fire that pooled on her stomach had spread throughout her body and she was battling to get some air into her lungs.

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“That’s… so not f-fair” He muttered, supporting his body with both hands on each side of (Y/N)’s head and feeling distressed for not being able to come with her “You better turn around doll” He teased and helped her flip her shaking body “I want you in all fours”
 
Slowly going inside her, she threw her head back and cursed the lord’s name so loudly he thought one of the Avengers would come by their door and ask what the hell was going on, but that was exactly what happened; hell, the burning bodies intertwining with the other in a mix that could only be made by the devil himself. Bucky’s strong hands dug onto her hips as his pace became faster and harder. Surely the tight grip on her hips would leave a few bruises by the morning. Skin slapping against skin was the only thing that could be heard in a while, until (Y/N) let out an uncontrollable line of curses as another orgasm was being built up.

Holy fffffucking god!” She cried “My god, yesssss!” Her breasts swayed back and forth with each thrust. She enclosed her bottom lip with her teeth as she threw her head back and then forward to rest her forehead on her forearms “Buck…” She turned around after a few minutes, now with a serious and worried look on her face; he, on the other side, still had his eyes closed and groaned quietly as he kept a tight grip on her hips “James, baby…!” (Y/N) grabbed Bucky’s flesh wrist tightly “James, the hand!” And just like a switch being turned on, Bucky stopped moving immediately.
“Doll, I-I’m sorry” He mumbled nervously as he pulled himself out of her body. She sighed at the feeling of being empty “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to-”
“I know” She smiled tenderly and turned around “What if we change positions? I haven’t come yet… Though I was very close” She made a beckoning sign to him and when he crawled back to her, she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer to her lips, letting him know that everything was going fine.

 

She grabbed his girth in her hand again, making sure he’d be still hard and spreading her legs open wide, she conducted him back inside. She threw her head back to the headboard as she breathed something incoherent. Bucky caught up a pace that was as fast as it was hard. (Y/N) dug her nails on his scarred back and trailed down to leave some more marks on him. He threw his head back as a breath got caught in his throat.

 

(Y/N) wrapped her legs around his waist again and her sweet spot was being blissfully caressed and worked. She held on for dear life to his shoulders as he tightly grabbed the bars on the headboard.

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“God, I love you so much doll” He whispered to her ear and pulled away some locks of her sweaty face “You know that right?” He pounded faster.
“Yeah!” She cried out “I-I… I love you too!”
 
She bit the crook of his neck to hold back her loud moans and pleas of pleasure.
 
“No baby, say you’ll come” Bucky encouraged her “Scream for me”
I-I’mgonna…” She panted “Buck…!”
 
Her orgasm arrived so loudly that a knock from the contiguous bedroom sounded clear against the wall. Bucky kept his pace until he released his seed inside her. She had succumbed to the pleasure and the words she had in her mind before coming to the bedroom were long forgotten. Bucky brushed away some locks of her (Y/H/C) from her sweaty face as he looked at her lovingly; he fell in love for the millionth time in that night. She filled his heart with joy and the only thing he came up with was to lean forward and kiss her lips sweetly. He still had her face cupped in his strong hands, he tenderly caressed her cheeks with his thumbs.
When they broke the kiss, (Y/N) ran her fingers through his dark hair and pushed it back, revealing his exhausted face. She bit her lip nervously and decided that it was better to slid under the covers for that night.

“May I still crash here tonight?” She sheepishly asked “I really can’t bear to do the walk of shame”
“I was about to ask you the same thing” He smiled “I love you, I really do”
“I love you too” She pecked his lips one last time before standing up and grabbing her pajamas “Thank you” She said from over her shoulder “For everything you do”
 
She slid her t-shirt down her torso while he fixed the beddings from all the movement from that night. She timidly got inside and let herself being wrapped with Bucky’s arms; she found comfort and warmth on his chest.
 
“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” He asked again.
“It’s all good baby, now let’s get some sleep…” She sighed “We have a big day tomorrow”

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Drunk kisses & fairy lights | Rami Malek

It’s currently 4.30am here and I’ve spent the last few hours writing this Christmas fic/imagine because I was feeling very festive last night. It’s been such a long time since I’ve written anything so please, be nice - be warned it’s probably ridden with a lot of grammatical errors. It’s kind of sweet, fluff, not really smut, happy and festive time all around.

P.S Yes, I realise (Y/N)’s best friend is named after me. I just really wanted to be your wing man. 

Word count: 2082
Disclaimer:  To be edited

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no but you know what fucks me up about that picture of luke wearing glasses?? ashton going like “hey luke put these on for a sec” and when luke has them on ashton just smiles really wide bc luke looks so cute in glasses and he wants to kiss him so much :(((((

Sam Wilkinson - Let Me Kiss The Pain Away Part Two

“Uhhh.” you added seconds after Sammy told Johnson he was staying at your place tonight. Jack looked at you skeptically. “Yeah, we’re going to have a Call of Duty battle.” You lied, making any doubt that Jack had hopefully go away. You weren’t quite sure what it was that made Sammy want to stay here with you but you were kind of happy that you wouldn’t be left alone with your parents tonight. You prayed that your parents wouldn’t have a problem with Sammy staying the night. Usually your parents don’t have a problem with any of the boys staying over but, this time you didn’t ask in advance and you worried about how they would react.

“Okay,” Jack answered still a little unsure, but came over to you and gave you a hug, “goodnight Y/N. Hope Sammy doesn’t annoy you too much.” Johnson joked before going over to Sammy and giving him a bro hug. “Bye guys.” He said once more before exiting the room and leaving to his house with Gilinsky. Once you heard the door close you looked over to Sammy, “What the hell was that?” you asked angrily. “What are you talking about Y/N?” he answered, pursing his eyebrows together, clearly confused by your question. You sighed and slapped both of your hands on the counter next to your sink. “Telling Johnson you were staying here? What was that all about? My parents are going to freak Sam.” You said, breathing a breathe of worry. Sammy flinched slightly at you calling him Sam. He knew you were mad when you called him anything but Sammy.

“Look, I know your mad but, I know something’s wrong and I’m not going to leave you here alone when something is clearly bothering you because I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” He confessed looking to the ground momentarily then back up to you. You quietly gulped, you thought that maybe he was thinking about the faint scars all along your arm, maybe he accidently stumbled across your razors not hidden so well in your bathroom and knew you were cutting again. The scars on your arm were quite old, and the guys did know about your past habits but they thought it had stopped. They defiantly didn’t know you continued on your legs as a canvas instead of your arms. Although, Sammy’s statement made you fear he found your razors and was suspicious about it. “You don’t have to worry about me Sam. I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong. It’s just you guys pissed me off, is all.” You lied, hoping he would believe you. He gave you a look and you were immediately let down. “Y/N. I’ve known you for a very long time, I know that is not all that’s bothering you.” Sammy said, making you sigh.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Sammy.” You said, your voice cracking slightly. Tears began to form in your eyes, making you turn away from Sammy so he didn’t see. Warm arms wrapped around you from behind, calming you down slightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He said quietly, kissing your head and holding you tightly. “Let’s go play some Call of Duty.” He suggested, unwrapping his arms from around you and grabbing your hand, leading you down to your basement where your gaming system were.

You really admired Sammy’s concern. You appreciated how much he really seemed to care and knew whenever a lie came out of your mouth. Although there was a slight annoyance that Sammy could tell whenever you were lying. The best thing about it though was Sammy didn’t push you to tell him what was bothering and stopped once you were clearly becoming upset.

“You do know I’m going to destroy you, right?” you teased as Sammy put the game in and handed you your controller. Sammy busted out on laughter, “Oh, are you?” he challenged with that sexy smirk of his. You rolled your eyes, “No doubt.” You said confidently. “I guess we’ll see about that.” Sammy chuckled biting his lip and sitting on the edge of the couch with the controller in his hand as the countdown of the round began. Sammy was a good player, you had to give him that, although you weren’t so bad yourself. This was going to be one interesting game.

The round began and you spawned in the bedrooms of the popular maps, Nuketown. You smirked and immediately headed to the window to search for any sign of Sammy on the map. Your eyes averted to Sammy’s half of the screen watching him walk out of one the opposite house that you were in and out into the street. “Shit, you got a good spot.” He cursed, rethinking his tactic of getting over to you. You chuckled in response. “Oh fuck it, we’re not going to get anywhere with me just standing here.” He said making a run for it and hiding behind the big bus. You attempted to shoot him as he ran, but didn’t manage to hit him. You brought out your sniper, your specialty, and waited for him to run again. You heard him quietly mumble ‘fuck’. You looked over at him with a smirk to find him looking at you with a mad face, making a bunch of butterflies fly through your body. He knew there was no way he was going to make over to the house you were currently in alive. You gave him a sassy smile and turned your head back to the game, giving it your full attention. There was no way you were going to let him distract you from winning.

Sammy made another run for and it and you quickly got a head shot, knocking him dead. “I know that was going to happen. But, be ready this isn’t over yet.” Sammy warned before respawning and continuing the game. After a while of waiting around you decided to roam around the house, searching for any new weapons. You instantly regretted your decision when Sammy began shooting you and killed you, but not before you shot him a couple times. “Damnit! Good one.” You laughed being a good sport about Sammy’s kill.

After about 30 minutes the round ended, you and Sammy eagerly waited to see the results of the first round. The screen finally popped up showing who earned the most kills, and to no surprise it was you. “Yes!” you shouted, clearly excited about your win. You got up and ran around the couch shouting, “Victory!” You ran around the couch about 3 times, Sammy watching you in slight annoyance but more amusement than anything, before you jumped on Sammy. He was expecting it at all, but he didn’t mind either.

“You only won because I let you.” Sammy teased poking your side. You laughed loudly, “Please I got more headshots than you did kills. Face it Sammy, I totally destroyed you.” He gave you his heartwarming smile, then you saw it turn into a smirk and knew he was about to do something mischievous. Sammy began tickling you, making you cry out in laughter. You started leaned back and eventually fell back, where your back was comfortably on the couch but your legs still on Sammy’s lap. The tickling continued and Sammy began to climb on top of you. He didn’t stop tickling you for several minutes but much to your relief he finally stopped. “Fine you win, but don’t tell the boys.” He whispered. You were panting and a whole new nervousness took over your body. You attention averted to Sammy’s position over you.

His legs were straddling you, his chest was slightly brushing over yours and his face was leaned super close to yours. The heat of his body giving yours new and wanted heat. His minty breath and adorable smile making you want him even more. You noticed his face inching closer to yours, his eyes searched yours, as if he was asking if it was okay to kiss you. You answered by wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a reassuring smile. He closed his eyes and moved quickly, not wasting any time to press his lips against yours. The coldness of his lips meeting your warm ones gave you goose bumps. The feeling of his soft lips moving in sync with his felt like the best thing in the world. You never expected this to happen, and even if it was Sammy just feeling a little horny, you weren’t going to let the opportunity slip by.

“Y/F/N! GET YOUR ASS UP HERE THIS INSTANT.” You heard your mother yell, making you and Sammy break your kiss. You looked at Sam with a tremendous amount of worry, “I’ll- uh, be right back. Please, whatever you do, stay here. Do not go upstairs.” You demanded scooting out from under Sammy and running up the stairs, leaving Sam in the basement worrying about why you make the situation sound so bad and not to mention the kiss you two shared, giving him several avalanches of butterflies.

A/N: pretty shitty update tbh haha. sorry, ive been busy and this was what was closest to being done. sorry for the delay on bfb… not sure when the next part is going to be up, hoping for Jan 1 or maybe tomorrow if my mom doesn’t let me go to my friends house. but enjoy this for now. HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE.

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#Preference: He finds out you’re extremely ticklish - 4/4

Luke: You had just come from working late and you were exhausted. As soon as you got home the first thing you did was go to your bedroom and flop down on your bed. Luke saw how exhausted you were so he decided to give you a massage. Everything was fine and you were feeling really good until he got to your feet. You never told Luke how your were extremely ticklish on your feet, it just had never come up. Luke moved his hands on your right foot trying to massage it but it only caused you to laugh “Luke stop” Luke immediately realized why you wanted him to stop but it only caused him to smirk and continue “Stop what baby” he started tickling you even more and you laughed loudly trying to release your foot from him but he was too strong “LUKE OH MY GOD” you screamed as tears rolled down your face and your stomach hurt from laughing so much “oh my god lu-luke stop m-my stomach” you said not very loudly because you were still laughing but this time he actually stopped. Your breathing was heavy from laughing but you still managed to say “Oh Luke I hate you so much” he laughed and kissed your forehead “I’m sorry baby I’m sorry, I just never knew you were this ticklish”

Calum: You and Calum were cuddled in your couch watching Netflix which was something you guys would do every Friday night when he wasn’t on tour. It was like a your’s and Cal’s ‘just the two of us relaxing’ kind of moment. You were really into the movie until you started feeling Calum’s hands running up and down your sides and since you were extremely ticklish you had to bite your lip so you wouldn’t laugh “Calum stop” you whispered “Stop what?” he asked in a confused tone and just as he said that he rubbed his hands in a sensitive spot causing you to start laughing and scream “That!” you fell off the couch so that Calum’s hands wouldn’t continue touching. He looked down at you, smirking “I didn’t know you were ticklish babe” he straddled you on the floor and with that he started tickling your sides causing you to laugh loudly “CALUM STOP PLEASE” you screamed while laughing “ST-TOP” you laughed trying to get his hands out of your side so that he would stop. Calum eventually stopped and you guys went back to watching your movie. But that wasn’t the end, let’s just say that it was an infernal night for you. 

Michael: Today was just a lazy day with Michael. You came to his house to play video games with him and just be more lazy than usual. You and Michael were currently playing an intense game of Call Of Duty: Black Ops Zombies because Michael knew that this was one of your favorite games and the one you knew to play the best because let’s be honest here, you aren’t the best player but you managed. You were on Michael’s lap and he was constantly moving because you were with your big hair in front of his face “Jesus Y/N your hair is way too big, I can’t see anything” he moved his hand to put your hair to one side but brushed his fingers on your neck making you giggled and he laughed “Is my baby ticklish?” you knew what would happened if you said yes so you just shook your “Oh you aren’t right? So I can do this?” he started rubbing his nose against your neck making you laugh and get chills. You laid down on the couch while laughing and Michael laid on top of you continuing with the tickling “Michael stop” you said while laughing and Michael stopped and laughed once he saw your mad face “Sorry babe, I just never knew you were ticklish” he kissed you “Sometimes I hate you so much, Clifford”

Ashton: Today was a normal Sunday for your family. It was barbecue day, the day all your family joined for a whole day and ate. But today you had a new guest, your boyfriend Ashton. Ashton had already met your family so it wasn’t that big of a deal. You were currently siting on Ashton’s lap while you waited for your dad and your uncle to finish with the grill. Ash being the touchy guy that he is went to put his arms around your waist but instead grabbed your sides causing you to laugh loudly and scared “Jesus what was that Y/N?” he looked at you with wide eyes “Sorry, I’m just extremely ticklish” you said, causing Ashton’s once shocked face to turn into a smirk “Oh you are?” with that he started tickling your sides. Your little cousin noticed the fun and came straight towards you starting to tickle you with Ashton “GUYS STOP STOP” you laughed and Ashton let go of you while laughing but your cousin continued. When he finally stopped to go back to his mom you got up and took a few deep breaths “I hate you Irwin” Ashton was still laughing at you “Oh let’s see who’s the last to laugh” you said and started running after Ashton

A/N: I’m sorry, I tried my best it’s just that I’m going on vacation tonight and I’m trying to finish a lot of stuff before I go xx