let me pocket you

season 1 alec:

magnus bane? who’s that i dont - [trips] [hundreds of thousands of photos of magnus spill out of jacket] these arent mine im just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listen fuck [thousands of pictures of magnus scatter across the floor] i don’t like him what do you -

season 2 alec:

magnus bane? the love of my life? [trips] [hundreds of thousands of photos of magnus spill out of jacket] i love him so much here let me show you - [pulling more pictures out of his pockets] listen i love him so much [thousands of pictures of magnus scatter across the floor] look at my boyfriend, isn’t he amazing?

Closet Softie

Or, How Bucky Barnes Nearly Ruined His Tough-Guy Rep

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The trail mix was gone. 

The nice, expensive trail mix, with twelve kinds of nuts and the big sunflower seeds and dried fruits, the kind Tony only rarely left sitting on the common floors for everyone to get at, was gone. 

Clint had been looking forward to that stuff all morning

All the way through a hellish morning “jog” with Steve, all through Nat handing him his ass on the training mats, all through firing the same batch of misweighted arrows over and over so Tony could take scans and fix the design, he’d been thinking, when this is done I get to go upstairs and hang out on the couch and watch Dog Cops and eat the good trail mix, guilt-free. 

And it was gone.

Clint was gonna shoot somebody.

Just as soon as he figured out who’d taken the trail mix.


kingofmemes posted:

yesterday i saw a sad duck in the park who kept getting picked on by the other ducks so today i brought some trail mix and we had a nice lunch together. also i think he might be the duck who pooped on sam last week. if so, he is officially my new best friend. 

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Weekend Vibes (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: Can I request Jungkook teasing you in public with a vibrator and a remote control?

Genre: smut

Words: 5.2k+

Author: Admin Meyg

Summary: Jungkook is going away for the weekend, but the two of you make a deal.

Jungkook walked through the door with a cloud of tension flooding in behind him.

“Hey baby,” he cooed, setting a bag on the counter. “Can we talk?”

You swiveled in the bar stool to face him with annoyance evident in your expression. His shoulders melted as he released an audible sigh.

“Jungkook,” you started, in the best calm and collected voice you could muster. “I get it, okay. You said your piece about it. Just drop it.”

You felt a bit stupid honestly, though it was starting to boil slowly into anger and annoyance. You didn’t think Jungkook would react so childishly when you mentioned that you wanted to try pegging him.

It was innocent, and the two of you were anything but vanilla. Jungkook had no problem with anal when it came to your ass. In fact, it was one of his favorite things. The way you’d whine and mewl against his fingers was just so delectable.

“That’s so emasculating, are you serious?” He looked at you as if you were crazy. He couldn’t believe you’d ask something like this.

“Jungkook,” you sighed. “Are you seriously saying that if your girlfriend of the last almost 4 years plays with your ass… You think it will make you gay?” You searched in his eyes for some sort of actual answer.

“Dude–”

“DUDE?!” you spat, “so now I’ve been demoted from babe to dude? Jesus Christ Jungkook, you’re a child.”

“Babe,” he started again. “Why are you getting so pissed off at me about this? You know I’m all about trying new things, but this just… I don’t know babe. It’s weird…”

That’s what had you the most worked up, in all honesty. It wasn’t that Jungkook felt uncomfortable about it. It was the fact that the first words from his mouth were "What the fuck, babe? No. That’s weird!”

You felt kink-shamed, and embarrassed that the person you love so much–the person who promised to hear you out with an open mind, was acting like you were disgusting for even suggesting such a thing.

“Listen,” He placed a calming hand on your knee as he took a seat on the stool next to you. “I was talking to Taehyung–”

“Oh my hell, Jungkook!” You interrupted, shoving his hand off of your leg and standing up. “That’s just great! Now not only does my fucking boyfriend think I’m some kind of weirdo, but so does his best friend! Cool!”

Jungkook jumped up, pulling at any inch of you he could grab as you tried to storm past him and out of the kitchen.

“He’s into it!” He yelled, and you stopped to face him.

“Jeon fucking Jungkook.” You pointed your finger in his face, “I am not pegging your pervy little friend!”

He burst out laughing, and pulled you into his strong embrace. You were so confused by this point that you just stood there letting him hug your limp body against his firm chest.

He leaned back to look at you. “He just made me curious is all.”

“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“He just said… Well,” Jungkook struggled before mumbling, “he said he’s never come so hard before.”

It was your turn to erupt with laughter. “So you’re telling me that Tae’s nut inspired you to let me peg you?”

Jungkook giggled and took a few steps back to grab the bag he had set on the counter.

“I’m saying it inspired me to make a proposal.”

“I’m listening.” You smiled, stepping towards him.

“You know I have to go help my Nana in Florida this weekend.” He pulled a black box from the bag wrapped in a soft pink bow. “So I got this for you while I’m gone.”

He held the box out, and you hesitated before taking it. You pulled the bow from the box with ease, and popped the lid off to reveal a pair of black panties with a vibrating bullet tucked into a little pocket on the crotch.

“What the fuck are these, Jungkook…?” You held them up on the tip of your index finger as if they were covered in poison.

“Panties.” He smirked, “controlled by an app on my phone. If you wear them while I’m gone, so I can still get you off while I’m miles away with sweet little Nana, I will let you peg me the moment I get home.”

Your eyes narrowed as you mulled over the idea in your head. It’s just a tiny ass bullet, you told yourself. How powerful can it actually be? Not to mention, besides work you didn’t really have any plans to leave the house, so this would be easy.

“How do I know you won’t back out?”

“Babe, I won’t. I swear I won’t.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips before smiling. “I even sealed it with a kiss for good measure.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his chest.

“Alright. It’s a deal.”


Jungkook had only been gone for three hours and had already given you at least 10 small vibrations through the little contraption tucked safely inside your panties.

The first time you screamed in shock. You had no clue it would be so powerful. You could only hope the small jolt he gave you was at full power.

A soft knock sounded at the door, and you jumped up from your cozy place on the couch to answer it.

“Mom!” You said in shock before smiling, “what’s up?”

“Grocery shopping?” She was annoyed that you had spaced it. “You promised to help me get set up for your aunt’s BBQ this weekend.”

You smiled awkwardly, “Right. Just let me change.”

You pulled your phone from your pocket and quickly dialed Jungkook from the safety of your bedroom.

“Babe, I’m taking these off. I have to go-”

“If you take them off, our deal is off.” He interrupted.

“Jungkook!” you said as loudly as you could whisper. “I have to go shopping with my mom!”

“And?”

“What do you mean?!” you hissed. “Please don’t do anything crazy, Jungkook. This is so embarrassing.”

“Happy shopping, baby.” You could hear a small chuckle before he hung up, and realized you were probably better off not telling him at all.

You had been in the grocery store for at least 25 minutes, and so far not so much as a tiny zing from your panties.

Your nerves started to calm, thinking maybe Jungkook had decided not to humiliate you in front of your mom and all the public.

“Sweetheart, can you go over to the deli and get that potato salad your dad likes? Probably two bins.” You just nodded, and made your way to the other end of the store.

“What’ll it be?” asked a man with a scruffy face, and dirty apron.

You smiled politely. “I need two bins of the– OHHHH KAY!”

You jolted forward slightly as Jungkook activated the bullet inside of your panties mid-sentence.

“The uhm, the–POTATO salad!” you managed to spit out, the vibrations seeming to intensify with each word.

The man shot you a puzzled glance, which you ignored to pull out your phone and text your menace of a boyfriend.

This is not fucking funny Jungkook!

IM IN THE STORE

His reply was practically immediate.

How wet are you?

JUNGKOOK!!! Turn it off!!!!!

Damn. Is it that strong?

On cue the vibrations grew stronger, and you sucked in a gasp that nearly escaped as a moan. He was right. You were so wet, and that oh-so-tiny bullet was much too powerful. You tried squeezing your legs together, but it only made the sensation even stronger.

“Ma'am?”

The clerk’s face nearly killed you as he passed the containers to you. It was like he knew you were building an orgasm. You didn’t dare open your mouth to speak, instead making your way with wobbling legs back to your mom.

Your plan was initially to ditch the potato salad, and make a quick escape to the bathroom so you could pull the underwear down until Jungkook shut them off. To your dismay, your mother was caught in conversation with an old friend and threw an inviting and invasive arm around you to begin bragging about your latest accomplishments.

You couldn’t avoid a whimper that fell from your lips as Jungkook turned the vibrator up another setting.

“What’s wrong with you?” Your mom placed the back of her hand on your forehead. “You’re pale as sand, and burning up! Are you okay? Oh my god! Are you pregnant?!”

“Mom no!” You shot back, “J-jesus… I’m sick. I-I’m going to the car.”

It took a lot of broken breaths to keep from outright moaning as you tried to speak, and you practically ran to the car the moment she gave you the okay.

You climbed into the front seat, and pulled out your phone to call Jungkook but he didn’t answer.

Junflook

You sadly attempted.

is too much

Turn down!!!

You covered your mouth to muffle the moans you couldn’t hold back any longer. Your hips rolled slightly in your seat, knowing you could no longer fight the orgasm that was quickly approaching.

It’s only on the 5th setting

You attempted to groan in frustration but a loud moan was forced from your lungs as the power of the bullet intensified, but also began to pulse quickly against your clit.

There’s 8 and really cool features babe! What’s it doing? I pushed a button that looks like a bad sketch of this face 😩

You couldn’t even finish reading his text fully because your orgasm was so close. Your toes were curling inside of your sneakers and you had a death grip on the door handle. You dialed Jungkook again but still no answer.

It’s THAT good huh???

Fuck I can only imagine how wet you are babe. I can practically feel your pussy throbbing around my cock.

Two can play this game, you thought to yourself, hitting send one more time with full intention of leaving him a voicemail of the sweet sounds of your orgasm.

“Let me hear you cum, baby.”

You were stunned by the lust strung thickly through his voice when you hadn’t expected him to answer at all.

“Jungkook!” You whimpered, bending forward as once again the vibrating intensified– this time so much so that you could hear the humming that was purring proudly between your legs.

“Tell me how good it feels.” He pressed, “Let me hear you.”

“Fuck Jungkook! Fuck!” You really were trying to keep quiet but it was all so overwhelming. You glanced around frantically in hopes that nobody was watching from the parking lot. “I’m about… Jungkook oh my god!!!”

You put your hand over your mouth once again, turning the loud moan of your orgasm into a high-pitched muffled squeal into the phone.

“God damn, baby.” Jungkook breathed, and the vibrating halted. “Where are you?”

You leaned back into the seat, trying to steady your breathing. Hips still rolling slightly as the throbbing of your sensitive clit died down.

“I’m in. The fucking. Car, you prick.” You managed, jumping as your heard the trunk pop open. “And now so is my mom. I have to go.”

You hung up with Jungkook, praying by the time she loaded up the groceries you’d be breathing normally. Your panties were uncomfortably soaked, and honestly all you wanted was to go home and whip out your trusty pink dildo to help satisfy the overbearing need to be filled. Your phone rang out, interrupting the thought.

I love you babe. I can’t wait to CUM home to you.

Shut up, idiot. I love you too.

The moment you stepped into the apartment you slipped out of your clothes, pulled the small bullet from the pouch of your panties, and threw it all in the wash.

You attempted to call your boyfriend again, but of course he didn’t answer. You shot him a quick text message:

Taking a shower. I wish you were home. I miss you.

You sat in the shower until the water ran cold, not realizing how completely exhausted you were from your orgasm until you sat down on your bed. You almost instantly fell asleep in nothing but your towel.

It was 7am when you woke to the ringtone set specifically for Jungkook. You stretched, and sat up slowly - still half asleep, and a little confused.

You felt around your bed for your phone. “Hello?”

“Hey baby.” Jungkook sounded wide awake. “Where you been?”

“I fell asleep after my shower.” You explained, “I haven’t even gotten dressed yet.”

You put Jungkook on speaker phone, and made yourself comfortable on the bed. You listened as he talked about Nana taking him to the country club, and teasing you about how she was showing him off to all her hot old lady friends that insisted on shoving mimosas down his throat by the gallon.

“So it’s safe to say we should break up. I’m into older women now.” He chuckled.

You hummed in response, held your phone at the perfect angle to snap a picture of your bare chest, and show your free hand slipping between your thighs.

<b>You sure you want to leave this for saggy bosoms?</b>

You bit your lip the moment you heard vibrations from his end, interrupting something about pulling weeds from the garden, and planting new petunias today.

He grunted through a long exhale. “Fuck, I want to touch you so bad.”

“Mmm.” You hummed into the receiver, “Where would you touch me baby?”

“I’d start a-” The line went silent mid sentence.

“Jungkook? Babe?”

You tapped your screen, and two beeps rang through as the call was dropped. You called back, but were sent straight through to voicemail. His phone was obviously dead, and your entertainment for the morning was over.

You grumbled, rolled out of bed, and grabbed a shirt out of the closet. You remembered the laundry, and swapped it over to the dryer before fixing yourself something to eat for breakfast.

You never actually realized how much you depended on Jungkook for entertainment until he was gone. Since the two of you moved in together almost two years ago you hadn’t really been apart. You had the same friends, the same hobbies, and were pretty much a package deal wherever you went.

You finished up washing your dishes, and heard text after text pour in.

Two from Jungkook.

Shit. Phone died.

It’s gonna be a busy day. I love you.

One from Min Yoongi.

You up for a day of scary movies? I’ll hold you tight just like Jungkookie.

Plus Hoseok bought nice blackout curtains. Its like midnight in this house all day long.

You called Jungkook one last time to tell him your plans, and quite frankly you just really fucking missed him. He reminded you not to forget your panties, and you rolled your eyes.

“Aren’t you gonna be busy?” you whined, “they probably aren’t dry yet.”

“Babe! A deal is a deal!” He laughed. “Just put them on.”


Stepping into Yoongi’s, you were greeted by Taehyung’s arms thrown around you, and lifting you off the ground. Only to interrupt the adorable moment with whispering in your ear.

“Are you wearing the panties?”

You screamed and smacked his shoulder until he set you down, laughing.

“Is nothing sacred?!” You huffed, reaching for Yoongi and his boyfriend Hoseok. “Save me from this idiot.”

Hoseok grabbed both of your hands hands and pulled you into another tight hug, and Yoongi teased you about your Pacman pajama pants before pulling you on to the couch next to him, and away from Taehyung.

“What’s he going on about?” Yoongi kissed your temple, and Hoseok plopped down next to him.

“Jungkook bought her vi-”

You chucked a pillow at Taehyung to shut him up.

“Sit down and start this damn movie already!” You glared, and he took the empty spot next to you.

The movie had gotten intense, and, being the giant coward you were, you had your face smashed between Taehyung’s shoulder and the cold leather of the couch. Your hand was squeezing his forearm, and Yoongi and Hoseok were basically curled up into each other in their own world.

That’s when it happened. You felt the soft vibrations hum inside your panties, and instinct took over. You squeezed Taehyung’s arm even tighter, and pulled your feet up onto the couch as you jumped slightly.

Taehyung sat back to look at you, and you just smiled.

“Oohh,” you forced. “Scary.”

Taehyung’s stupid boxy smile lit up his face. He knew. The intensity grew so much so quickly that you nearly moaned. You buried your face into Taehyung’s shoulder to muffle the noises you couldn’t contain. You could feel Taehyung chuckling, and you didn’t know if you should run from the room or just let it happen.

Taehyung shifted to face you, and you couldn’t help but laugh in embarrassment, especially when he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“You should wear these when you peg him.”

You whined, digging your nails into his arm. The vibrations against your clit were intensifying and softening in a perfect rhythm. You were practically dripping, and your clit was all but throbbing against the tiny device. You were positive Jungkook must have had it on the highest setting, and your legs shaking was sure to give you away to Yoongi and Hoseok.

Taehyung was in your ear again, practically getting off on the fact that his best friends girlfriend was on the brink of an orgasm, and clinging to him for dear life.

“You know,” he whispered. “Jungkook is going to be the one whimpering beneath you the moment he gets home.”

The moment the thought fully registered in your mind you were teetering on the edge of your orgasm, seconds away from crashing over the edge. You arched your back slightly, nails still digging into Taehyung, and then it stopped.

Mere seconds before your orgasm Jungkook shut off the bullet. It was almost painful how badly you needed to cum. Yet here you sat, half way through a second movie.

Your body was aching, your panties were still wet, and Jungkook hadn’t responded to any of your messages.

Yoongi suggested ordering take out, and it wasn’t until then that you realized it was already almost 4 PM.

“I think I should go home.”

Hoseok shot you a curious glance. “Already?”

“It’s just, I, well.” You fumbled over your words, “I really miss Jungkook. I haven’t talked to him at all today. I want to get home and try to FaceTime him.”

“I want to come!”

You whipped around to face Taehyung, unsure of what he meant, and why exactly he would want to come home with you.

“I mean- Can you give me a ride home?”


The car ride was silent, and awkward at first. Until Taehyung finally spoke up.

“Take a left here.”

“Sorry?” You hesitated, “Did you move or something?”

“Have you bought the strap on already?” His voice didn’t even crack.

“I–Tae! What?!”

“For pegging Jungkook.” He began to blabber, “It’s just that I have experience with this whole thing, and I can help you pick the perfect thing. You know, for when you pe-”

“STOP!” You blushed, and enjoyed a brief moment of silence before turning on your blinker. “Okay Tae. You can help me, but we do this my way”.

His eye practically disappeared into the smile plastered to his face as he guided you to a little shop.

“Big Joe’s,” you burst out laughing. “We are buying a strap-on from a place called Big Joe’s? Are you serious?”

Taehyung shrugged and jumped out of the car. He began to reach for the door, but you grabbed his arm.

“We do this my way, remember?” He nodded much too cheerfully, and you laced your fingers into his. “Get the door, idiot.”

Taehyung was confused for a moment, until you strutted confidently right up to the counter. You paused only for a second, and pulled him close to you before leaning over the counter to interact with the woman behind it.

You were surprised at how old she seemed. She had fine lines pressed to meet her smile, and defined crows feet. Her hair was colored bright red, but her salt-and-pepper roots showed proudly. You assumed she was in her late 50’s, or maybe had just aged poorly.

“Hello.” You said cutely. “Can you help us? We’re new at this whole thing but my adorable boyfriend here wants me to, well you know…”

You actually blushed, and you nearly broke down laughing when you saw the amount of sheer shock written into Taehyung’s face.

“He wants YOU to fuck HIM?” She spoke in the calmest and most serious tone.

You couldn’t help but to giggle as you nodded your head, and followed her to the other side of the store. Taehyung’s palms were getting sweaty, and you were thriving over the fact that the king of embarrassing you was actually getting a taste of his own medicine.

The older woman showed the two of you some belts and straps, and explained that the attachment came separately, “but it makes it nice when your dildo collection starts to grow, and trust me- it will!”

You and Taehyung just nodded at her every word, and glanced awkwardly at the dildos on display in front of you before he finally reached for one.

It was probably 18 inches long, and honestly kind of terrifying. The woman quirked a brow at Taehyung.

“What about this one?”

“It’s uh–” you examined the length of the box. “A bit long, don’t you think?”

Taehyung finally broke, and burst out laughing. “I have no clue what we are doing.”

“Taehyung I thought you had experience!” You shot back. “What was all that nonsense about Jungkook getting the best nut of his life!”

The woman must have felt uncomfortable by this point because she finally left the two of you on your own.

“I do, I just didn’t buy the stuff…”

You shook your head, and glanced back to the display in front of you. You knew you couldn’t buy something too thick, or Jungkook would panic the entire time. You needed something the perfect length, a little thin, and maybe… Masculine for his ego.

You spotted the perfect black dildo, it was thin but curvy. Its curves almost reminded you of four small ping pong balls tucked in a little black contraption. It had a cheesy slogan that said “A Little Black Magic Never Hurt Anyone.”

“Is this masculine?” You finally spoke as you reached for the box. “I mean, that’s his biggest fear about this whole thing. So I think if i got something a bit more discreet Jungkook would be more relaxed, and enjoy it more.”

Taehyung took his time looking over the box. “Honestly, I think it would be perfect.”

“Really?” A tinge of nervousness slipped out through your words.

Taehyung smiled sweetly and ruffled your hair. “I feel like a proud brother dropping his little sister off at her first day of school.” He shivered at his last word. “Except school is Jungkook’s asshole. Yep. It got weird. Let’s not talk about it.”


The moment you stepped into the house you called Jungkook, and to no surprise, he didn’t answer. You rolled your eyes and opted to take a long bubble bath. You even threw in two bath bombs, because by damn, you deserve it.

By the time you had finished off some leftovers from the fridge and flopped on to the couch to catch up on Big Brother it was almost 9 p.m.

Finally your phone rang, and you skipped the hello entirely. “Where have you been all day?!”

Jungkook chuckled. “I told you I was helping Nana plant petunias.”

“Okay but,” you sighed. “You kind of, you know…”

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s just. Earlier-” You struggled, “with the panties…”

"Babe, Taehyung already texted me, and told me all about the bruises you left on his arm while you came.”

“UH, BUT I DIDN’T!?” Your words came out as more of a question than a statement.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook shot back. “He literally sent me a picture of his arm.”

“No, I was clinging to him.” You let out a frustrated sigh, “I mean you shut them off right before I could–”

A fit of laughter interrupted you. “I shut them off right before you could cum?!”

You glared, as if Jungkook could actually see your expression.

“It’s not funny, Kook.” You whined, “I’ve never been denied an orgasm before…”

You listened as Jungkook shifted a bit on the other end of the phone. You imagined him adjusting himself, hopefully growing hard at the thought of you needing release. Wearing nothing but those tight black boxer briefs, biting his lip, and running his palm over his growing bulge.

Without noticing you let out a little moan into the phone, completely lost in your thoughts.

“W-what are you doing?”

You giggled, realizing you and Jungkook had never had phone sex before. Sexting, sure. But you were never apart long enough for phone sex to ensue, and usually the moment sexting started Jungkook was climbing into your bed to finish you off himself.

“What if I’m touching myself?” you cooed.

Jungkook sighed, and you relaxed into the sofa. “Are you?”

“Mmm,” you hummed as you slipped your hand in the band of your pajamas, and pressed your middle finger into the damp spot left in your underwear. “Fuck, I- miss you, Jungkook.”

“You want me to come home babe?” He pressed. “do you need my cock?”

You gasped. “I need it so bad, baby…”

There was more scuffling on the other end of the phone, and you assumed he was getting in a comfortable position to touch himself with you.

Until a soft hum started in your panties as he turned on the bullet for a second time today. You pressed your palm against the small deviced tucked in the panties, and whimpered.

“Damn, you actually put them back on, baby?”

You just hummed in response, but deep in the back of your mind scolded yourself for how desperately you waited all night for him to turn them on when you very well could have used another toy to get yourself off. All you could do is whine as the bullets vibrations intensified. You enjoyed this a lot more than you liked to admit.

“Jungkook,” A soft moan slipped past your lips, “more. God, please turn it up more.”

You rubbed your palm in circles, pressing the bullet into your clit, and around every sensitive nerve. The humming grew louder, and the sensation was so strong now that your back arched slightly, and your voice cracked as you tried to say his name again.

“I can’t hear you.” Jungkook’s voice was honey smooth, “Tell me how good it feels, baby.”

“Ju-Jungkook.” You mumbled through ragged breaths, “I’m already so, so wet.”

“It could be my tongue you know,” he hissed. “God damn, I wish my head was buried between your thighs.”

You lifted your hips, rolling your hand firmly against the panties and trying to keep your breathing from turning completely erratic. You already felt the heat pooling in the pit of your abdomen, and knew from being denied earlier you’d cum much quicker, and so much harder.

Jungkook was quiet for a few minutes, indulging in the perfect sounds and mixture of his name that seemed to roll off your tongue. He knew you were close, and in a groan of frustration he stopped the vibrating completely.

“Babe no! Please!” you shouted, “not again!”

“Beg for it babe.” He shot back cockily, “Beg like you do for my cock.”

“Baby… Please, I need to cum so bad that it hurts. Please babe.”

You were almost in tears, and it must have been evident in your voice because immediately the vibrations kicked on full force.

Moan after moan ripped from your lungs, and with your free hand you slipped two fingers past your panties to touch yourself.

“That’s it babe,” Jungkook cooed from the other line. “Think about how hard I’m going to be for you when I get home.”

You moaned again, scissoring your fingers inside of you, and rubbing the bullet more harshly against your clit.

“Imagine first thing tomorrow when I see you,” His voice sounded completely lust-blown, and you imagined him stroking his cock to the sounds you were making for him–because of him.

“I’m gonna pin you against the wall and fuck you right there in the living room. Fuck, I’m gonna make you cum so many times.”

You response came in a stuttered moan of his name. You slipped your fingers out, and grabbed the edge of the couch as you nearly toppled off from arching your back so high.

“Oh my god! Keep talking. I’m so fucking close babe. Oh fuck.”

Jungkook let a quiet moan slip out, and you felt it through your entire body. Your toes curled, and you felt your walls clenching against nothing.

“I’m going to bend you over that little spot in the kitchen that you like so much, grab ahold of your hair, and fuck you until the counter leaves bruises in your hips.”

Jungkook didn’t make it halfway through his sentence before your orgasm pushed through your entire body. You were positive the way you screamed his name would have the neighbors come knocking for a noise complaint.

Your legs shook almost violently, and Jungkook must have forgotten about controlling the panties because you had to rip them off to stop the overstimulation.

The line was quiet, and you calmed your breathing, and let out a few whines to help you gain your composure.

“Fuck,” He finally muttered. “I fucking miss you.”

“Jungkook,” you giggled. “Turn the panties off.”

You watched them crawling across the floor as the bullet still vibrated inside of them before finally coming to a stop.

Jungkook laughed, and the two of you sat in a content silence for a moment before you sighed. “Did Taehyung tell you we went shopping today?”

“No?”

“Oh,” You laughed nervously as you thought up an excuse to not give away the little gift you had bought for Jungkook. “Well this lady was way weird, I’ll tell you about it when you come home.”

You forced yourself to get off the couch, and make your way to the bedroom. Your eyes were so heavy, and you were barely replying with more than a hum or a small giggle as Jungkook talked to you about his weekend.

“Baby, I love you.” He cooed, and you let sleep take over.

In the morning you woke a bit disoriented, and extremely bummed that you had fallen asleep on Jungkook while he was talking. You stretched for your phone, but mentally slapped yourself for not plugging it in when you found it dead.

The moment your feet touched the ground, the bedroom door crept open, and before you could even register what was happening Jungkook had you back on the bed, practically smothering you with kisses.

You got excited, and shoved him off of you to run into the living room and grab the little black box. He followed suit with a shit eating grin, wrapped his arms around you from behind, and rested his head on your shoulder.

“What’s that?”

You turned around and handed in him the box with a devilish grin.

“A deal’s a deal, babe.”

|Why is he so hot?| Peter Parker

My first fic on this site lol (I hope it’s good)

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader ;3

Summary: You and Peter are best friends and ya like him. You know. Like half the fics out there. You’re Tony’s daughter too (it’s hinted at) (If you want me to write a different fic where Tony is more innolved, as in they probs get caught, i’ll do that.)

Warning: cussing, steamy hot make-out session,all around cuteness, awkwardness and dominance?? from both Peter and the reader.

Words: 3000 eXACTLY (i added “Why is he so hot?“ somewhere just to make it an even number. I have ocd srry)

plz request things i’m lonely

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I don’t know what Peter is to me. Is he my best friend? Or my crush? … or both? If he’s both then by God I’m fucked. I can’t like my best friend. I want things to not be awkward. I want our conversations to flow like they always do. But at the same time, I want to kiss him and hold him and be able to call him mine.

“Y/N?” I turned my head from the window to the front of the class.

“Y-Yes?” I stuttered the question out my lips.

“I asked you a question.” My chemistry teacher leaned against her desk and crossed her arms.

“Could you repeat the question by chance?” I smiled nervously. A few chuckles came from the students.

“I asked you ‘What is the third most common gas found in the air we breathe?’” I immediately answered.

“Argon.” She smiled and nodded.

“Around 1% of it is found in the air.” Peter whispered to me. I smiled at him and rolled my eyes. He loved chemistry and science, that’s for sure. After about five minutes my eyes found the city out the window again. I wasn’t really thinking about Peter until he nudged my arm. I turned my head and looked at him.

“Hey- we still on for studying?” He whispered. I nodded.

“At… your place or the tower?”

“The tower.” He told me. The bell rung for lunch and we both got up and packed our bags. The teacher started to say something about the test but I didn’t listen.

“I’ll see you later?” I asked him, already knowing he was going to say yes because we literally just talked about our plans.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Normally I hung out with him and Ned but today I had to work on Algebra homework. I told him bye and walked off to the library.

Just don’t think about him in that way while he’s over…

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He was late… again. Probably off saving the city. I didn’t mind. He had his duty, of course, I was just the one to suffer though. In the twenty minutes he has been missing out on all I’ve done is read through the chapter… twice. Ok maybe like six times. I got bored. There was a knock at my bedroom window and I looked over towards the noise. The good thing about having a bedroom at the Avengers tower is that my room is eight stories up so that knocking could only come from one person. I jumped off the bed and walked over to the balcony door to open the door for Peter. He was in his Spider-Man suit with his backpack on. I unlocked and opened the door. He slipped in and stopped in front of me instead of just walking in and getting changed.

“I’m so sorry- there was a-” I patted his shoulder.

“It’s fine Peter. I don’t mind it.” I smiled at him as he tore off his mask. Seeing his hair all messed up made me bite my lip.

Dammit… I’m thinking about him in that way. In the 'my god he’s so hot’ way.  Why is he so hot?

He grinned down at me.

“Did you already read through the chapter? Let me guess, like twelve times?” I laughed and a light heat rushed over my cheeks.

“Only a few times.” I walked back over to my bed and sat down. When I looked back he had pressed his symbol on his chest and his suit just slid off of him. It’s like my stomach did a flip. Normally he would walk into the bathroom to change but nope… I hadn’t realized before but he was fit.

Oh fuck-

I looked down at the book to hide the blush of my cheeks from him. I scooted fully on the bed and laid on my stomach. I glanced back over at him. He had his jeans on and was throwing on a cardigan that he probably grabbed off his floor. He looked over at me and I couldn’t seem to look away.

“I’m coming- I’m coming.” He smiled and threw his bag aside and jogged over to me. He jumped on the bed and pressed his side next to. I looked back down at the book.

This is going to be a long couple hours.

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“I don’t think this test is gonna kick my ass like it did last time.” I said as I closed the book. Peter sighed and turned over onto his back.

“I think we’re both gonna do well on it. I mean literally, we’re the top in our class.” He turned his head and looked at me.

“Yeah, but we both know who’s smarter than me.” I said.

“Mr. Stark?” He said more as a statement.

“No- but my dad is smarter than me. I meant you. You already know you’ll ace this test.” He chuckled and looked back at the ceiling. I laid on my back next to him.

“I know you will too.” He said softly. My eyes became heavy and I turned my head to my end table. The clock read 12:34. I yawned and propped myself on my elbows. I looked at Peter who had his eyes closed.

“Peter?” I moved his shoulder. He licked his lips and put an arm over me. My face flushed a deep red. “P-Peter?” I asked. He must be asleep. He pulled me closer to him and began spooning me. I gasped as his body made contact with mine. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like this… so I did nothing. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, smiling and hopefully dreaming of Peter.

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My eye lids fluttered open and I shuffled a bit. I felt something rub against my ass and I made an unexpected noise. A hand that was just under my breast gripped my skin tighter. I wouldn’t have blushed if I hadn’t realized the hand was under my shirt.

“Peter?’ I whispered, moving my shoulder against his chest. He mumbled his response.

"Mmh?” He said, quiet as could be. He abruptly leaned up. “Oh-” He pulled his hand away and I turned on my back and looked up at him. “I-I’m- Sorry.” He blushed. He lifted his head up towards my end table. “Shit- It’s 6:34.” My eyes widened. I leaned up faster than he had.

“No- oh nonono.” I looked at Peter as my door knob started to turn. Faster than I ever thought I could possibly move, I grabbed Peter and pushed him towards my back board. I slammed him against the bed and crawled on top of him. I covered his mouth and laid on him, pulling the covers over us. From the door, I knew it would just look like I was sleeping with covers over my head. I looked at Peter. His face was inches from mine. Even though it was dark I could make out his features. My door opened and my dad peered in.

“Y/N?” He asked. I groaned in response. “Time to get up. And don’t be late this time. I’m not writing you another note.” The whites of Peters’ eyes moved so I could tell he was looking around my face.

“Ok.” I was too focused on Peter to realize I said it barely loud enough for my dad to hear. I slowly took my hand off his face but let my fingers linger on his lips. As my dad left he muttered something along the lines of 'they shouldn’t even need a note, I mean she’s my daughter they should assume she’s curing cancer or something…’ He closed the door and I leaned up, taking my hand from Peters’ mouth. He was as red as a tomato and so was I.

“I- should-” He stuttered.

“Yeah-” He bolted out of bed and towards his bag. I landed on my back and watched as he grabbed his backpack and opened the door to the balcony. My knees were half bent and I was biting my lip. My hand lifted to my chin.

My God Parker… You even look hot in a hurry.

He stopped and looked at me. He was about to say something before he looked down and then ran out the door. He jumped off the building and swung off to another.

I actually want to die. What was that? I just like straddled him and it was weird but it felt nice and- oh my god… I almost kissed him.

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I walked to my locker to put my Algebra books back. The final bell had rung two minutes ago and I decided that after I put my books back I was going to find Peter. I shut my locker and walked down the halls. The back of his head is easy to recognize. His curly hair gives it away most the time. As soon as I see those familiar curls and a cardigan I rush towards him.

“Peter!” I say as I tap on his shoulder. He turned to me and smiled.

“H-Hey Y/N.” I grin back at him blushing at him stuttering.

This boy is literally going to kill me one day.

“What are you doing later on?” I asked. He shrugged.

“I’ll probably just stay at my place and watch a movie or something. It is a Friday so I don’t have to go to bed early.”

“Oh- D-Do you think I could join you?” I asked. He smirked and shrugged, putting his hands in his pocket.

“Sure- let me warn you though: I’m going to be watching Star Trek again.” I giggled.

“I don’t care. I’m always up for re-watching a good movie.” He nodded and closed his locker.

“See ya later.” Peter said as he walked past me. I leaned against the nearest locker.

I’m going to embarrass myself. I am. And then he’ll hate me. Damn it.

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I walked into Peter’s apartment without knocking, like always. May stopped in front of me.

“Oh- hey Y/N! Peter said you’d be here a bit later-” She laughed. “He’s in the shower so he’ll be out in a bit. He said he got 'webbed up in a problem’ on the way back from school. Like that’s exactly what he said. He is the weirdest kid I swear. Well, you two have fun.”

“We will.” I smiled. “Where you headed off to?”

“Just the store. I’ll be back in a bit with some popcorn too.” I smiled at the thought of popcorn. She waved and scooted passed me, shutting the door behind her. I heard the squeak of the pipes turning off, meaning Peter was out of the shower. A blush crept on my cheeks.

No- Stop thinking about him like that.

I sighed and walked to the couch. I laid down on it and looked at the rough ceiling.

“May!? Where are all my cardigans?” Peter yelled through the walls.

“Uh- She left!” I yelled back.

“Y-Y/N?” He yelled back. After his voice traveled through the walls I heard something thud and then a groan. I leaned up. He must have fallen in the bathroom.

“Peter?” He groaned. A door opened and closed. I jumped over the couch and walked towards his room and saw that his door was closed. “Peter- you alright?” I asked. His voice was pained.

“Yep- Ah- all good!” Something on his door caught my eye. I walked towards it and it seemed to be smeared on the knob. I got my phone and turned the flash on, shining it at the door. What looked like blood was dragged around the knob.

“Peteerr-?” I said. “I’m opening the door.” I didn’t hear a 'no’ so I pushed the door open and found Peter in his wheely chair looking at me.

“I thought you would be here later-” He said. He was in the process of putting a bandage on his side. I put my hand to my temple.

“Parker- I swear you get hurt at least six out of seven days of the week.” He chuckled as I walked over to him. He was shirtless with a pair of jeans on. His hands were completely clean so the blood on his door must have been from when he came in. But that didn’t make any sense cause he would still have it on his hands. “Why is there blood on the door?” I asked. He looked up at me.

“Oh- that was from yesterday.” He said and I sighed in response then walked over and sat on his bed. He finished about thirty seconds later. He stood up and looked over at me. I looked down at his abs and blushed.

Why does he have to be so hot?

He walked out the door and I sat there swimming in my own thoughts.

My god- I can’t live like this. I just want to kiss him and fucking make out with him. I sound so needy. I’m literally like every other sophomore girl. Maybe I just want a boyfriend… no cause Peter is the only guy I like.

He walked back in with a 'Midtown High’ sweater on. He walked over to me and jumped on the bed face first.

“God- Y/N-” He groaned into the bed. I giggled.

“What?”

“Sometimes I hate being a superhero. But damn I love it so much.” He flipped over and turned to me, laying his head on my lap. “I mean I get to save so many people…” I ran my hands through his hair. “And kick ass… but then there’s me. Peter Parker. A nerdy guy who would be the last person suspected as a super hero.” He looked away towards the wall.

“So you want to what- get more recognition?” He laughed.

“I don’t know Y/N… I don’t know what I want.” He gazed into my eyes. “W-Well I do- but somehow I still don’t.” We just sat there in silence for a moment, looking at each other. He lifted his right hand hesitantly and brushed it against my cheek. I blushed at his actions.

What is he doing?

He leaned up and turned to me. He was on all fours with his arms on either side of me. I turned my body towards him, my back facing his window.

“What do you want, Peter?” I dared to ask him, biting my lip. His eyes darted down my face.

“D-Don’t do that Y/N. God- That thing- It drives me crazy.” He gulped and leaned his face closer to mine.

He’s going to kiss me. Is he? Oh god. This is happening.

I was barely breathing. My face slowly moved down but my eyes stayed on him. I put my hand behind his ear. He dipped down slowly. I closed my eyes, same as him.

God this is agonizing. Just fucking kiss me. Don’t be so sl-

His lips cut off my train of thought as he smashed them against mine. I made a 'mmh’ sound against his lips. He moved his right hands to my lower back. I parted my lips and moved my head forward. My heart was racing. I have been wanting this for so long. He licked my bottom lip and then slipped his tongue into my mouth. I had never kissed anyone before and I don’t think he had either, but honestly, I didn’t care. He leaned down and pressed his body against mine. I ran my hands through his hair. My ovaries felt like they were exploding. I leaned down, taking him with me. I tugged at his hair and he moaned against my lips. My body shuttered and he traveled one his hands to my upper back and the other to my waist. He began grinding against my hips causing me to I break away from his kiss. I turned my head silently and gasped. He began to kiss my neck and my hands traveled to his back. He bit a small area of my neck. I moaned loudly into his ear. His grip on my waist tightened and he groaned. After a few moment he leaned up and looked down at me. We were both gasping for air. He smiled which made me grin.

“Fuck- Y/N-” He said.

I want him. I really do… wait no not like that. Well yes like that but not yet… fuck. It’s now or never.

I pushed him up and he stumbled back onto his ass and I crawled on top of him. His eyes widened. Just looking at him made my face go hot. “Y/Y-N?” I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. Our lips crashed together again and he moaned.

I couldn’t help myself.

His hands slid under and up my shirt. I gasped as I felt his hands on my bare skin. Our bodies were so hot through the clothes. My lips trailed to his jaw where I kissed his jawline, then I moved up to his ear and licked up it. He let out a grunt and a 'fuck’ and then bucked his hips. I didn’t expect that action of his and so I let out a loud moan without realizing it. He gripped my thigh with the hand that used to be on my waist. Peter pulled his head away and looked at the door.

“Shit-” He said. After he said that the sound of the door in the living room clicked and swung open.

“I’m home!” May yelled. I climbed off Peter and sat next to him, trying to hide my very red face. He looked at me and smirked nervously, his face was just as red as mine.

“Hey!” Peter yelled back. He dipped down and gave me a peck on the lips. After he pulled away I smiled widely at him.

“You’re cute, Peter. I’ll give you that.” He chuckled at my words.

“I bought popcorn!” My ears perked at the words. Peter jumped out of bed and I grabbed his wrist.

No- no honey. I’m getting all that popcorn.

I turned him to me and fixed his hair. He looked at me and blushed. My eyes looked innocently up at him and he slowly leaned down. I began to close my eyes and as he closed his I pulled him to the bed and rushed to the door.

“That’s my popcorn, Parker!” I yelled at him while darting down the hall. He yelled playfully from his room.

“Y/N!”

7 kisses;

member- yoongi

genre- fluff, smidge of angst, lovey-dovey

words- 1, 818

summary- kisses are a way of showing love, and you and yoongi know that best

a/n- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HEART, MIN YOONGI. i love him so much :’) it’s also @bangtanshopex‘s (aka tina!) birthday!! go wish her a happy bday ❤ this scenario is also based off of ed sheeran’s song kiss me.  i love ed sheeran, definitely check him out if you haven’t!! his new album is amazing!

Originally posted by sugagifs

settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in 

The night was cool, with the chirping of crickets echoing throughout the room. A gentle breeze flowed through your bedroom window, causing you to shiver slightly as you pulled your comforter closer to your chest.

“You’re too far away,” Yoongi mumbled against his pillow. You felt his cold fingers grab hold of your wrist as he whined. “Come closer.”

With a grin, you rolled over and fit yourself against Yoongi’s body. Warmth immediately encompassed you and you sighed happily. His arm instantly found purchase wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on the small of your back lightly. He hummed in content as he breathed in your scent.

“Did you miss me?” you whispered. Days when your boyfriend was away were always hard, but you cherished the ones when he came back.

He gently dragged his nose across yours, giving you a sweet Eskimo kiss. “Always, my dear.”

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third wheel [michael m. x reader]

prompt where michael x reader are dating but for some reason jeremy doesnt like the reader and the reader doesnt want to ruin their friendship so they end things and michael just loses it and jeremy sees hes fuked up and then goes to the reader to explain and jeremy and reader are friends and michael and reader are haply and everyone is happy!!! or whateves you wanna do with the prompt just like reader n’ jeremy beef lmao )

omg y e s i l oveit because jeremy. i love jeremy a lot guys

i said this in the tags but the dots at the end are typing dots which is why they’re bold

warnings: 


    Jeremy was looking at you. 

    Not just looking - he was staring you down, and you didn’t really get why at first. The way his gaze lingered on you whenever you’d slide into the seat next to Michael and greet him with a kiss on the cheek, just blinking in the sight of the two of you. The way his grip would tighten around a fork or the strap of his backpack or a pencil when you’d press a quick kiss to Michael’s cheek. The way he’d greet you, voice shaking slightly at your sudden entrance as he said your name as if something was wrong with it and you and what did you do to him what’s wrong. Michael apparently didn’t see it, for he was enamored with you in every way - his hand always slipping into yours without a second thought and pulling you slightly closer so your shoulder would gently bump against his, apparently unable to feel the burning stare into his back - which was always the exact moment you realized Jeremy had been pushed back behind the two of you.

     And it affected everything. The awkward silence between you and Jeremy the moment Michael left the room; the delay in texts when it was just Jeremy asked what Michael was up to when the answer was that he was with you; the fact that Michael asked you if Jeremy seemed different, like someone was telling him what to do when he grew too distant, only for him to suddenly reappear, acting as if everything is alright even though his eyes would never meet yours and he just seemed so damn far away from you - and you noticed how he’d retreat from conversations if you and Michael started taking over with your own couple-y stories.

     So one day you hid in the bathroom during lunch - just as an experiment to see how Jeremy would react. You texted Michael you had something to do for a class before heading upstairs, away from where anyone could find you easily. When you saw Jeremy in the hall later, he was different. He was happier, more sure of what he was saying - the way it was with them before you and Michael started dating. So you started making excuses, either skipping lunch entirely or leaving early or “suddenly” having things to do when the three of you would hang out. Jeremy was happier, Michael got his best friend back in little, subtle ways, and you?

     You were conflicted. Could anyone blame you? Your boyfriend’s best friend didn’t like you-

    Holy shit.

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Car Trouble - Smut

Originally posted by previouslybisexualmerlin

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader
Words: 3,331
AN: I wrote this for @ninja-stiles and @maddie110201 ‘s Dave week! Enjoy, it’s smutty, you’ll love it. xoxox


Your hands gripped the wheel as you drove down the dark road, the tire thumping loudly as it lost more air. You sighed, pulling off to the side and slumping back in the seat. Of course, you’d get a flat tire, on the darkest road imaginable, in the middle of the night. You were glad your father had made you learn how to change one, and that you had a spare and a jack in your trunk. You turned on the flashlight on your phone, flipping on your hazards and climbing out of the car, slamming the door shut behind you. Popping the trunk, you dug around for the spare and jack, carrying them around the other side of the car and dropping them unceremoniously. You were just moving to open the door and pull the emergency brake when you saw a car coming down the road towards you.

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Withered|Yuta

A/N: This was by far, the hardest for me to write. And not for having difficulty writing, but because of how stunned it left ME. This is not suitable for all kinds of readers. So, if you say you’re uncomfortable, please keep away. Please drop by the ask box to let me know how you felt about it. Also, if necessary, reblog with your opinion. This is something I worked somewhat hard to write, so I really want opinions :))))
- Admin Ayu ♥

Characters: Yuta, OC, Jaehyun.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Slight Smut, Cussing.
Word Count:
5,401
***Please don’t read it if you’re sensitive to the concept of abuse and violence***


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A Pocket Full Of Sunshine

Originally posted by fashionfoodranting

Donatello (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: HOLY CRAP YOU’RE ADORABLE LET ME LOVE YOU AHHH <3 I also love the song ‘Pocket Full of Sunshine’,, it’s acc the perfect shower song. 

Prompt: “HOLY CRAP YOUR FICS ARE AMAZING YOU’RE SO TALENTED!!!!! Um I was just wondering if it’s not to much trouble could you write a Donatello x reader were don comes over to the reader house while the reader is singing in the shower Please? Again you’re incredible!”

Word count: 672

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


Let’s be blunt. Your day was shit. School made you want to stick pins in your eyes and your friends were so annoying you wanted to take the pins out of your eyes and stick them into theirs. And to top it all off, you had gotten into a teeny tiny argument with your boyfriend, Donnie. Honestly, it just wasn’t your day.

You just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep, but you stunk of body odor and textbooks.

So grabbing everything you needed, you sluggishly got into the shower and turned it on. Freezing cold.

“For fucks sake!” you squeaked, hopping into the corner of the shower, whilst attempting to change the temperature with your foot. Finally. It got to your preferred temperature and you stood under the stream of water.

Probably for about an hour, because by the time you had noticed, your fingers were pruning.


Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Donatello was pacing back and forth in your bedroom, waiting for you to come out. He’d messed up by yelling at you for coming into his control room, especially when all you wanted to do was talk. He needed to apologize; he couldn’t work properly knowing that you were upset with him. He was coming up with the best strategies of how to say sorry to you (without you slapping him) when he heard a voice coming from the shower. He was about to bust down the door until he realized it was you singing ‘A Pocket Full Of Sunshine.’ Well more like screaming it, and he didn’t even have to go in the room to know you were dancing hazardously as well.

“I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine, I got a love and I know that it’s all mine!” Donnie grinned and picked up your phone that was on the table, and began to record the bathroom door. You were singing loud enough for the phone to pick it up very clearly.

When he heard the water turn off, he ended the video and sent it to his email address. He was never going to let you live this down, and Donnie can be extremely persistent.

“Donnie?” you called, noticing his Bo staff that was placed in the corner of the room before seeing him on your bed.

“Lovely vocals, darling.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you picked up your pyjamas and went into the bathroom. No strip teasing for Donnie today.

“How much did you hear?” you grumbled at him, crossing your arms and ignoring his advances.

“Enough,” he chuckled before holding your hand to stop you from leaving. “L-Look, [Y/N], I’m- I’m really sorry for yelling at you earlier, it was mean and I shouldn’t have. E-Especially since all you wanted to do was talk and-”

“You’re forgiven-”

“Wait, really?” He grinned from ear to ear, pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead; the purest of all kisses. “Can I at least finish my speech? I worked really hard on it.”

-

“Donnie…” you mumbled, walking into the kitchen where Donnie was sat on a stool on his mini tablet he kept at your place

“Yes, honey?”

“Why did Mikey and Raph both send me videos of me singing in the shower?” you yelled, pouting and putting your phone in front of him. He turned a deep scarlet color, swallowing sharply. Mikey had complemented you on your song choice: ‘Sweet tunes, dudette!’ and Raph just sent you the laughing-crying emoji face. 7 times.

“W-well… [Y/N]… You see…” and with that, Donnie ran off to a different room in the house, yelling about how sorry he was. Let the chase begin.

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Killian, the Bail Bonds Assisting Barista

Happy Birthday @emmasfairytale! This isn’t exactly fluffy but it is a coffee shop au so I fulfilled one of those things! Ily angel and I hope you had a great day! ♡

He’s an unarguably good looking man and that pisses her off. A lot.

She hates when skips are good looking. Not because she’s worried she’ll find herself attracted to them; that’s never a problem for her. It bothers her because she knows the type: shitty person, blessed with naturally good looks, uses said good looks to manipulate women into ignoring their horrible personality and accepting their ugly behavior.

Knowing what this man did—beat up his girlfriend and get himself arrested for aggravated assault—she’s entirely certain that his good looks were what convinced the girl to be with him in the first place. With his light green eyes, tousled dark hair, and a nice smile, she can see just how a certain type of woman would fall for his total lack of any other positive attributes.

The longer she sits there, at the two person table in the corner of the coffee shop near her office, listening to this man try to charm his way into her pants, the more frustrated she gets.

She looks around, trying to focus on anything other than the man across from her lest she lose her temper too soon, and realizes how nice the place is. The skip had already been seated with two coffees when she arrived (red flag number 1, ordering for her) so she didn’t have much of a chance to examine the place other than the points of exit. It’s a simply decorated place, nothing too kitschy considering the fact that it’s named The Jolly. There’s a simple, long black board behind the counter displaying the menu, an array of black chairs and tables around the open space, and the only indication of a seafaring theme, a row of nautical mugs displayed across the counter.

A barista with bright blue eyes and a tray of coffee in his right hand passes their table and gives her an assessing look. She shrugs delicately and returns her attention to the idiot across from her.

The guy said he came to this place often so the barista probably just recognized him and wondered why she was here with him. He’ll find out soon enough. 

She’s ready to pull the trigger, her hand resting on the cuffs strapped to her leg beneath her flowing, a line dress, when the same barista walks by, tripping and spilling the entirety of a mug of coffee into the man’s lap.

Chris, the smarmy bastard, jumps out of his seat, toppling his chair over in the process. 

“What the hell, dude?” he shouts, shaking out the leg that received the brunt of the mess. “What the fuck kind of place are they running here that this shit happens?”

“I’m terribly sorry, sir,” the man says, not looking the least bit apologetic.

“You sure as hell should be!” he grunts, no longer as loud but still as forceful. 

“Here,” the barista offers, pulling a towel out of his back pocket.

Emma intercepts it.

“Let me help you,” she says with a coy grin. She gets out of her own seat and kneels next to Chris.

With one hand lightly dabbing his pants, she pulls the cuffs off her leg with the other. Mr. Macho Man is too busy being a smug bastard, grinning wildly to himself about the girl kneeling next to him and helping him dry off, to notice her actions.

“That’s a good loo—”

She cuts him off with the clank of the cuffs around his wrist before he can finish saying what she can only assume to be “that’s a good look for you.” And before he understands what’s happened, she’s got the other wrist trapped behind his back in the cuffs as well.

“Thank you,” she says to the barista standing dumbfounded next to her and ignores the indignant sputtering of the wet man in favor of his awed “No problem, lass.”

She marches the bail jumper out of the coffee shop with as little fanfare as possible. The man’s undeniably an idiot but he seems to have enough sense to realize what’s happening and how unlikely he is to get out of the situation.

It was a fairly easy catch, as far as these situations go and after getting rid of Chris Brown 2.0 she finds herself equal parts grateful and curious of the man who helped her. She heads back to the coffee shop with the intent to thank him. But when she walks in, he’s nowhere to be seen.

“Hi,” she greets the pretty, red headed girl, with a name tag reading Ariel, behind the counter, “I’m looking for the man who was working here earlier today.”

She looks confused for a moment then a look of realization dawns on her face.

“You must be talking about Killian! Dark hair, blue eyes?”

“Yes, is he here?”

“He’s gone for the day,” Ariel explains. “He actually wasn’t supposed to work but Ashley called off because her baby was sick so he had to come in.”

“Oh.” She tries not to obviously deflate but she is disappointed she won’t be able to thank him.

“Did you have a problem?” she asks, concerned.

“No. No, I just… he kind of unknowingly helped me out with catching a bail jumper earlier and I just wanted to give him a nice tip.”

“Oh! You’re her!” she exclaims, eyes widening in excitement. “Killian always says it’s improper for the owner to accept tips but I’m sure he’d like to talk to you. Let me go get him. He’s right upstairs!”

The girl doesn’t exactly run around the counter and through the door leading to what she assumes is the stairwell but she doesn’t walk either. And after a few moments of standing there awkwardly, Ariel reappears with who she now knows to be Killian.

“Ah, you’re back. Here to arrest anyone else?” he asks with a smirk and she notices that he as an accent.

“No, I just wanted to thank you for your help… and I was wondering if you did that on purpose.” He raises a brow. “You know, spilling the drink on him.”

“I did,” he says evenly, nodding his head.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why?”

He bares his teeth in what she can only call an unamused grin.

“He’s in here often enough that I know what he’s like. Peevish, rude, a terrible tipper. He went off on one of my baristas the other day when I wasn’t here. Probably would have banned him from the establishment if she didn’t insist on me not doing so. I noticed you looked uncomfortable so I just did the first thing that came to mind to help you out of the situation.”

“Mmm,” she hums, unsurprised at his description of him. “Maybe next time if a guy does something like that, ignore the baristas wishes and make sure he stays gone.”

His eyes widen slightly at her suggestion but otherwise, he doesn’t seem to disagree with her.

“As you wish.” And then after a brief pause, “Do you mind if I ask what he did to end up in cuffs being very nearly pushed out of my establishment?”

“He beat the shit out of his girlfriend and skipped bail.”

“And that would make you a bail bonds person?” he questions tilting his head to the side in a manner entirely too endearing. He got the phrasing right and everything so it’s a little hard for her to resists his charming mannerisms.

“Yup.”

“Terribly sorry if this is too forward, lass, but do bail bonds people enjoy coffee or do they have a different choice of beverage for dates?”

She should tell him she hates coffee and walk out. She already thanked him for his help. But there’s something appealing about him that she can’t quite pin down. Maybe it’s his stupidly good looks, maybe it’s the way he had enough sense to wish to ban an aggressive man from his place of business, or maybe it’s the way he spilt hot coffee down a man’s lap to help a woman that appeared to be in distress, and it could possibly just be his damn good coffee. So instead she surprises herself and doesn’t walk out.

“Most bail bonds people enjoy coffee, myself included, but what this bail bonds person really enjoys is hot chocolate.”

“Hot chocolate?”

“With cinnamon.”

“Aye, of course,” he says, grinning wildly and moving behind the counter.

“If you’re going to make me drink hot chocolate with you, then you’re going to tell me what made you chose the name, The Jolly,” she tells him with a grin she can’t stop from forming on her own face.

“I’m fairly certain I’ll be open to answering any questions you have.“

Arrested (Cop AU)

Characters: Cop!Dean x Reader, 

Word Count: 3,706

Warnings: angst, fluff (tiny bit, if you squint), talk of being abused in foster homes, jumping from foster home to foster home, talk of other children being abused in the foster homes, getting in trouble and arrested, mentions of a girl being abused by a drunk man in a bar, bar fight, etc.

Summary: You get arrested all the time but never getting charged. You know almost everyone at the station. But is it because you like getting into trouble? Or is it so much more than that?

Author’s Note: This is for @teamfreewill-imagine‘s 21st Birthday Challenge. I got the spot for Police Officer and this is what came of it. I hope you like it!

This was beta’d by the lovely @crispychrissy! Thank you darling! If you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite! If you want to request a fic, please send them in! I love writing what you guys want!

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Originally posted by thepumpkinqueenn

“Poor woman, she has no idea what is happening to her.” You glanced at the bartender to see her looking at something behind you. You dared to look back and frowned when you saw a very small and petite woman getting ambushed by a couple of drunk and much older men.

You glared, seeing how scared she was, sensing she was not comfortable with what was going on. You’ve been in this situation before and you knew what it was like to be her. You needed to do something.

“Why don’t you stop it?” You asked the bartender.

“They aren’t breaking any of our rules. We have three rules here, no fighting, don’t get naked, and don’t get too drunk where you can’t stand but everyone breaks that last rule.” She said, cleaning some glasses.

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Record Player (fluff)

You strolled hand in hand down the rows at the flea market, the warm sun shining down on your faces.

You made your way over to a table covered in crates that were filled with records. You greeted the man selling them as you let go of Shawn’s hand, wanting to properly flip through all of the vinyls.

“Babe, look at this!” you said, holding up an Elton John record, “Remember when you sang Tiny Dancer with Elton John?”

“I’ll never forget it,” he chuckled, “I think you were even more excited about it than I was.”

You continued looking through the crates, holding onto a John Mayer record that you wanted to purchase. Shawn came up behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder, and you could tell that he was smiling.

“You’ll never guess what I found,” he grinned, holding something behind his back.

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Seven Minutes In Heaven (Pt. 1 of 5)

Author: ceruleanbucky

Pairing: None yet, (eventual Steve x Mutant!Reader x Bucky [no Stucky, sorry])

Warnings: Language, mentions of a one-night stand, drinking.

Words:  603 (I know it’s short but there’s going to be five parts.)

YES HI IT IS I and I am back again! I am so horrible at updating, and I’m really sorry about that. I’m trying to write more, but it’s really hard for me because my depression takes away from my motivation and it’s a whole shit show. I’m going to do a bunch of writing over the next few days, though. The next part will be up fairly soon. Hope you homies enjoy!

“Ha! You didn’t think I would be able to do it! You didn’t think I would be able to win! Steve, you owe me a hundred bucks!” You yell triumphantly, after pinning Bucky to the wall with your powers. Bucky looks at you weirdly as you hold him there, but you brush it off. Steve hands you five 20’s and you happily pocket them.

“Hey, Y/N, you can let me go now.” Bucky mutters, reminding you that he was indeed being held by you.

“Oh, yeah” You mutter, releasing him. He falls to the floor, chuckling.

“What’re you laughing about?” You ask, a curious smile playing on your face.

“Oh, I thought of something to ask you when we play our weekly game of truth or dare.” He smirks, instantly making you wonder what the question is.

“Oh no.” You say, faking your fear.

“Oh yes.” He says, while walking out the gym doors with Steve.

Two days later you walk into one of the living rooms, searching for the rest of the team. You’re surprised to only find Steve and Bucky.

“Yo, where’s the rest of the team?” You ask, plopping down on the couch with Bucky, your legs instantly finding their homes on his lap. His hands land on top of them, sticking to routine.

“They’re on a mission. Your legs are really soft.” Bucky says, continuing to rub your sore muscles. You can’t help but find his comment adorable, as well as his seemingly shocked facial expressions.

“Yeah, I used my winnings to go to the spa. Got some waxing done. It didn’t cover the whole cost, but hey, who am I to complain?” You shrug, still proud about winning the fight. Steve walks into the room with various alcohols, including a bottle of Asguardian mead.

”Wow, Steve, looking to get drunk? We don’t usually play with alcohol.” You snicker, curious about the change. He just rolls his eyes and gives a vague response about honesty and lack of inhibition making the game better. Can’t argue there.

Once everyone has a drink, you decide to start the game out, immediately setting the tone for what kind of game it will be.

“Steve! Truth or Dare!” You say excitedly, wanting to get on with the game.

“Truth,” he mutters, slightly anxious.

“When was the last time you had sex?” You pry, making turn beet red. He starts blathering on about how he can’t remember, but Bucky interjects with the proper answer.

“Last night. He went to a bar and picked someone up.” Bucky says, laughing, finishing his drink then reaching for another. You start cackling, and reciting the mini speech that Steve gave earlier in the week about honesty, earning a laugh from Bucky and a death glare from Steve.

“Did you go with him?” You ponder aloud, wondering how he knew this. Bucky winces, and you know that the answer is no.

“We share a bedroom wall. Neither of them were particularly quiet.”  Bucky sighs, cringing at the memories of the moans from his best friend and some random girl from the bar. You look over at Steve, who is still more red than Wanda’s magic.

“OK, moving on. Bucky, Truth or Dare?” Steve asks, clearly wanting to steer the conversation away from his one-night stand.

“Dare,” he says with a mixture of confidence and apprehension, the latter of which grows when Steve smiles evilly at you and Bucky. Your smirk fades, and you mirror the same look as the metal armed man sitting next to you.

“ Bucky, I dare you to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Y/N.”

Fact in the Fiction

I know this isn’t a new chapter of one of my WIP, but writing has been hard for me and I was gonna take anything I could get. Also I’m not sure this fic translated well from my head to the page but oh well, I’ve managed to write something for the first time in weeks.

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“There is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.“ – American Psycho

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“But I’m asking you now, right now, if you love me, Archie? Or even… like me?” Betty’s eyes were impossibly wide, shimmering verdantly with unshed tears beneath the streetlamp in front of the Cooper residence, her lower lip red with worrying.

“Of course I love you, Betty!” Archie implored. “But I can’t give you the answer you want,” he finished with a sympathetic sigh, his thick brows knit together with torment; he could see how his words were hurting his closest friend, the first tear rolling down her cheek with a defeated blink.

“Why?” she asked, trying to keep some of the exasperated desperation out of her voice, but knowing that she’d ultimately failed. The pity in Archie’s expression somehow hurt more than his rejection.

“You are so perfect. I’ve never been good enough for you. I’ll never be good enough for you.” Betty couldn’t look at him anymore, averting her eyes as she nodded in disbelief. Perfect. The very thing that she’d tried so hard to be in the hopes of gaining more than something akin to brotherly affection from her lifelong neighbour, and here it was being thrown back in her face. She’d truly outdone herself, reached her mark and soared above, according to the redheaded boy taking anxious steps towards her in comfort. Unable to find her voice she turned before he could reach her and closed the door on him softly, knowing even then that he wouldn’t be far away, that she couldn’t escape him, still not knowing whether she even wanted to.

Betty tread dejectedly up the stairs, hoping that her footsteps didn’t sound as leaden as they felt, not wanting to alert the rest of the household to her humiliation. She wrapped herself back in the fleece-lined, pink blanket she’d thrown over herself as soon as she’d reached the sanctity of her bedroom after leaving Cheryl’s and hit play on her laptop. The familiar scenes of Casablanca continued to play, like they had so many times before, on the screen but somehow they felt different now, tainted. Her whole body felt restless and uncomfortable, as if her mind had been housed in something foreign and ill-fitting and Betty slammed the lid of her computer with a little more force than necessary.

She couldn’t stand to be here a moment longer, inside her pristine, pink prison cell, mere feet away from the boy she’d imagined would finally agree to be hers this year. They’d been floating in this bubble of suburban idealism for their entire lives, drifting from milestone to milestone, Betty setting up the scenes like something out of a Nora Ephron movie, hoping beyond hope that Archie was playing out his part when her character was out of shot. And then Veronica Lodge has swept into Pop’s, the epitome of a brief encounter, and the bubble burst, and Betty was left realising that she’d been the only one who’d read the script.

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not like that

A/N Finally! I’ve finally gotten something written and posted. Not a request, but I hope you guys enjoy it! (: I’m sorry in advance.

Summary: You accidentally confess to Peter.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader


“I love you.”

It hung in the air between the two of you, as everything around you seemed to quiet to complete silence. You were looking wide-eyed into Peter’s surprised expression. Your fingers itched to cover your mouth, pretend you hadn’t just blurted that out while Peter sat at your desk, doing his homework.

“Uh, I l-love you, too,” Peter said nervously, chuckling awkwardly. His hand tapped his pencil against the desk and his leg was shaking.

You decided to own up to it and sat up on your bed, facing him completely, You knew your face was red, but you didn’t care.

“No, I mean,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair while your heart pounded quickly in your chest. “I mean that I’m in love with you.”

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