look at his perfect face ok

heith week day 6: colors
strange nature, to feel your tether… we could coexist - x

the fic i wrote (rated mature) 

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Ok but what I love most about this scene is that Lance barely even gets his sentence out before he’s hit in the face with a makeshift snowball by Keith

That means Keith didn’t even wait to hear that Lance was actually trying to hit him before he throws it, he just sees a snowball being chucked and immediately goes “I’m throwing one at Lance”

It also means that he came up with that flirty “like that? 😏” on the spot quick as anything, so you can’t look me in the eye and tell me Keith is not a smooth-talking gay who’s head over heels for Lance and has him on his mind all the time looking for perfect bonding moments ok I need to go lay down

((Not my gif btw but I can’t remember where I found so credit to whoever made it))

 SO LIKE BRACE YOURSELVES BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKING LONG AND I WOULD APOLOGISE BUT MY OTP IS ONLY GETTING MARRIED ONCE SO FUCK IT RIGHT?

OK FIRST OF ALL HELLA TRANSITION AND SECOND OF ALL I LOVE WHAT HE’S WEARING AND THIRD OF ALL HE WORE THE FUCKING EARRING OF MY DEMISE I HATE HIM

AND HIS STUPID PERFECT EYES AND HIS STUPID PERFECT JAWLINE AND HIS STUPID PERFECT EVERYTHING

GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT WE GET TO SEE THIS RELATIONSHIP AND LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE COME. STEP FATHER AND BEST MAN LIKE SO MANY FUCKING TEARS ALREADY

YOU KNOW HE’S SEEN HER. LOOK AT HIS DAMNED FACE. AND SHE’S FUCKING STUNNNINGGGG IN HER DRESS SO I DON’T BLAME HIM AT ALL FOR THIS REACTION LOL

AND THEN FUCKING LOOK AT THIS RIGHT? SNOW IS TAKING DEEP BREATHS, CHARMING IS JUST HAPPY AF AND EMMA FUCKING SWAN IS LOOKING AT KILLIAN JONES AND SHE CAN’T TAKE HER EYES OFF HIM

ANYMORE THAN HE CAN TAKE HIS EYES OFF HER

LOOK AT THIS LOVE DAMNIT I CANNOT BELIEVE WE’RE GETTING TO SEE THIS FUCK

LOOK AT THIS DUMB LITTLE FAMILY AND HOW FAR THEY’VE COME. I LOVE THAT THEY’RE BOTH WALKING HER DOWN THE AISLE AND BOTH HOLDING HER AS SHE GOES AND I’M JUST SO DAMN HAPPY

LOOK AT THIS. FUCKING WHAT IS THIS WITH THE SMILING AND THE KISSING THE CHEEKS

WHAT IS THIS WHO AUTHORISED THIS? TAKE IT AWAY IMMEDIATELY

AND THIS FUCKING HANDSHAKE?! REMEMBER WHEN HE WAS ALL YOU CAN’T EVER DATE MY DAUGHTER EVERRRRR EVER EVER EVER AND NOW FUCKING LOOK. THEY’RE BROS. SUCH BROS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS HOW MANY EMOTIONS I HAVE RN

OMFG LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS THAT HE’S GOT HER HAND IN HIS. THAT DAMN SMILE THAT WON’T QUIT

AND OK WHEN ARCHIE SAYS THAT THEY SHOULD RECITE THEIR VOWS KILLIAN LOOKS AT WHO I’M ASSUMING IS CHARMING OR HENRY, OR PERHAPS THE WHOLE FAMILY, JUST GIVING THEM A SMILE AND IT KILLS ME BECAUSE NOT ONLY DID EMMA SWAN FIND A FAMILY, KILLIAN JONES DID TOOOO

LOOK AT THEM DAMNIT, LOOK AT HOW FUCKING HAPPY ARE OMFGGG

AND THE VOWS, THE DAMNED FUCKING VOWS OMFG THE WAY HE FUCKING LOOKS AT HER

AND THE WAY SHE FUCKING LOOKS AT HIM

AND THE FUCKING AWE IN HIS FACE WHEN HE’S LIKE YOU TAUGHT ME THAT A HEART FULL OF LOVE WAS MORE PRECIOUS THAN ANY TREASURE LIKE HE NEVER THOUGHT IN HIS WILDEST DREAMS THAT THIS COULD EVER FUCKING HAPPEN FOR HIM

AND NOW THAT HE HAS IT, HE WILL NEVER FUCKING LET IT GO AND I AM DEAD AND GONE, A SPIRIT IS TYPING THIS RN

AND FUCK LOOK AT HIM TELLING HER HIS HEART IS HERS

LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE OMG I AM SO EMOTIONAL *THROWS THINGS* *THROWS ALLL THE FUCKING THINGS*

I AM GONNA THROW MY COUCH AT SOMEONE NOW BECAUSE DID YOU HEAR HOW SHE SAYS KILLIAN? ALL SOFT AND TENDER AND LIKE SHE LOVES HIM.

AND OMG HENRY FOUND HER AND THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HENRY TOO. THERE’S JUST SO MUCH LOVE IN THIS ROOM THAT I AM IN PAIN AND FUCKING LOOK AT THE SOFT WAY THAT KILLIAN LOOKS AT HENRY TOO LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

AND HENRY GOD HENRYYY I AM SO PROUD OF HIM AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE JUST BELIEVED AND LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE ALL COME FUCK ME

AND SHE FOUND THE REST OF HER FAMILY TOO BECAUSE OF HENRY

AND THEY’RE HERE ON HER FUCKING WEDDING DAY TO HER FUCKING TRUE LOVE OMFG I AM OVERWHELMED

AND SHE LOOKS AT HIM RIGHT AND SHE’S TELLING HIM THESE THINGS ABOUT TRUE LOVE AND FAMILIES

AND FUCK ME IF KILLIAN JONES ISN’T COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY IN AWE OF THE WOMAN IN FRONT OF HIM. I AM OF THE OPINION THAT KILLIAN JONES THINKS THAT EMMA SWAN IS MAGIC AND HE IS BESOTTED WITH HER ANEW EVERY SECOND THAT HE LOOKS AT HER

AND THIS MOMENT AND EMMA’S VOWS AND OMFG JUST BECAUSE YOU LEARN THAT YOU COME FROM TRUE LOVE DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU WILL FIND IT

AND YET HERE HE IS AND HERE SHE IS AND IT TOOK CENTURIES AND CURSES AND ADVENTURES THROUGH TIME AND REALMS AND FUCKING

NOW THEY STAND HERE AND SHE SMILES AT HIM THIS WAY 

AND HE SMILES BACK AND THEY HAVE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THEM YOU KNOW? ALL YOU EVER REALLY WANT IS FOR SOMEONE TO KNOW YOU, TO SEE YOU, TO KNOW YOUR STRENGTHS AND YOUR WEAKNESSES, YOUR FAILURES, YOUR SUCCESSES AND TO LOVE YOU ANYWAY. 

AND THEY HAVE THAT AND THEY’RE PROMISING TO NEVER LEAVE

AND GODDDDAMN EVERYTHING HELLLLP BECAUSE HONESTLY WHAT THE FUCK MY EMOTIONS ARE SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WITH MYSELF I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH

AND OK SHE’S PUTTING THE DAMN RING ON AND HE CAN’T STOP STARING AT HER. LIKE HE JUST KEEPS LOOKING AT HER AND SHE IS FUCKING STUNNING, I DON’T BLAME HIM

HANDSSS HANDS ARE THE REASON FOR MY BEING A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR

HANDS AND THE WAY THEY’RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER

AND THE WAY HE SAYS I DO, HIS EYES UNWAVERING FROM HERS

AND THE WAY SHE DOES THE FUCKING SAME *SLAMS KEYBOARD* WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS NONSENSE

LOOK AT THIS SMILE, IT WON’T FUCKING STOP LIKE OMFGGGGGG 

ARCHIE IS ME HERE. HE GETS ME. HE TOO IS MARVELLING AT THE PERFECTION THAT IS THE JOY OF CAPTAIN SWAN.

HUSBAND. AND. WIFE. THE. FUCK. WHAT. HOW. I. CANNOT. BELIEVE

THIS FUCKING PERFECTION I CANNOT DAMN BELIEVE DAMN FUCK

AND I THOUGHT I HAD DIED ENOUGH BUT NO, THERE WAS A FUCKING DIP, HIS HAND CLEAR FUCKING AROUND HER WAIST AND COMING BACK AROUND AND THEN FUCKING

YOU GOT YOUR HAPPY ENDING SWAN LIKE KILLIAN FUCKING JONES AND FUCKING EARRING

AND THEN OK, LEAVING ALONE THE DEVASTATING SMILES AND THE CONTENTMENT RADIATING OFF THEM

AND THE ARMS AROUND EACH OTHER AND THE FUCKING FUCKING EARRING

LEAVING ALONE ALL THIS, YOU HIT ME WITH A HAPPY BEGINNING?! THIS IS UNFAIR AND I AM IN TEARS AND I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH. I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS

*FALLS OVER*

someone gimme a hug pls

Birthday boy

A one shot with a surprise birthday party and a sub Harry

WARNING: SMUT

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could you do thigh riding with archie?

You leaned forward, staring inches away from the fuming test tube, studying the reaction of the volatile chemicals. Smiling, you scribbled the results down onto your notepad.

Finishing your sentence, someone creeping up behind you made you jump from your stool, clumsily tipping over. Strong arms linked around your waist and kept you from falling.

You pulled herself from the arms and turned to find the culprit, though you already knew who it was. Only one person bothered you like this.

Archie Andrews.

The cocky ginger stood behind you with a smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down, obviously amused by your reaction.

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He loves to talk, but not all the time. He tells me that talking doesn’t mean anything unless it’s worth ruining perfect silence. Most people, he says, waste their breath on everything that means nothing. But he likes when I talk. About the people in the coffee shop, and old cities I wish I’d been to, and which constellations I like best. About anything, really. We talk until the sun rises, and then we sleep all day. And we sing loudly when our favorite songs come on the radio, and we let our hands drift out the window like soaring birds, and we live. God, we live. Like addicts, and nomads, and kids with wicked minds and screaming hearts. Half the time we don’t know what day it is, but we don’t care. Because his bed feels the same on Monday and Thursday and Saturday, too. And we eat when our stomachs grow too loud, and we press close when we can’t pay the electricity bill, and we learn that sometimes what is perfect and what is enough live oceans away from each other.
     But when enough becomes too little and we don’t even have our two pennies to rub together, he performs on the street with an upturned top hat at his feet. Old, bluesy songs about wild girls and townie boys. And even though his voice is only ok, with cracks in all the important parts, people see his long hair and his big smile, and they stop to watch with enormous eyes. Look, they point: a boy who never learned how to worry playing at maturity, his face bent over a guitar, long fingers threading the strings. They stand on the streets, a cigarette break from their white collar routine, and see in him some other life. Some different path. They see themselves, a little happier, a little louder, a little more carefree. The kind ones wish him well as dollar bills float from their hands. Fives and tens and twenties from those who would do everything differently if they had another shot. One man with a fading ring tan above his left knuckle gives him a crisp hundred dollar bill, his face lost in thoughts of what might have been. Transparent. He’s like that with people: prying them open without even trying. He sees through them, and you, and even me. Especially me. 
      We lay in bed that night surrounded by paper that will only pay a fraction of our bills, but we laugh like we’ve won the goddamn lottery. Laugh so hard we can barely breath. I laugh until I cry, and he holds me in his hands and tells me that when he has the money, he’ll buy me a ring and make this whole shindig official. My voice raw with tears, I tell him he better.
     And he has the warmest hands with callouses on all the fingertips, which I don’t think anyone else knows. Not like I know. Not like they feel them against their palm and cheek and thigh in the middle of the night. I like that I hold a million tiny fragments of him that no one else has even touched. Like he calls his sister twice a week to make sure she’s not using again, and he only watches scary movies because they make my blood flow faster, and he’s an all consuming, thousand-watt, stars in his eyes kind of person. The kind people want to be around without ever knowing why. The kind who tells you he loves you and really means it.
     He only says it sometimes. When it’s just us two and the perfect silence is worth being broken. And I trace road maps across the skin of his back, and I wonder. I wonder what I did to deserve all this. The affection, and the easy smiles, and the list of kid names we like tucked away in his desk drawer. Shuffled between coins and nicotine gum. And then his breath is heavy in my hair. I never fall asleep before him because I don’t know how to stop thinking. I wonder and I wonder and I wonder how I ever thought I’d be better off on my own. And he pulls me closer. Whispers my name like a promise. All the world stands still for just this moment. And I wonder how a person- one single, broken person- can come along and make so much sense.
—  I hope you find this kind of love, and I hope you never let it go.
Movie Night Pt. 6

Baby Edition

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2220

Warnings: 18+ Smut, unprotected sex (wrap the willies, sillies!), SLIGHT anal play, language, Fluff…. so much fluff, you could die from it.

A/N: All the Dad!Bucky feels in this one my friends…

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You wiped at the tears that were running down your face.

“A-are you sure?”

The doctor smiled at you and nodded her head, “I sure am.” She turned the screen toward you and pointed out what she saw. “Do you want me to put this on a CD for you so you can take it home?”

You nodded before blubbering even harder. The doctor laughed, handing you some Kleenex, “I hope those are happy tears.”

You smiled at her, dabbing at your make-up, “Yes, oh my yes.”

She handed you the disk and a business card, “I’ll see you next month my dear.”

You stood up and shook her hand that she offered.

You smiled at everyone while walking through the lobby, trying to not burst into tears again.

Once behind the wheel of your car, you let out a little squeal and dug through your purse for your phone. Pulling up Natasha’s number, you hit call and excitedly waited for her to answer.

“Hey, how did it go?” She asked instantly.

You laughed before you answered, “Bucky is going to freak.”

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White Rabbit

TITLE OF STORY: White Rabbit 
CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: One Shot
AUTHOR: PassionateWriter07
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: James Conrad 
GENRE: Romance/Smut
FIC SUMMARY: Over the course of the final weeks of the Vietnam War, you had become best friends with a certain British ex-special forces solider. What happens when you find out you’ll be separated for months; you back to America, him to Skull Island?
RATING: M!!! 
WARNINGS: A combination of fluff, friendship, and, once it starts, pure smut.
AUTHORS NOTES: Kong is amazing! Tom is sexy as hell! And I really, really wanted to write my first reader fic with Conrad. I hope you like it! (Sorry it’s so long!) 
TITLE NOTE: Named purely for White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane, the song that plays in the background of the bar fight scene in Kong: Skull Island.

Tags: @slytherin-pixie 


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One of these days, you needed to stop poking the proverbial hornet’s nest. Here you were, in the middle of the Vietnam, one of the few Americans willing to come over here in the first place. You wanted to help people—you were very skilled as a war nurse—and there was no one left at home, so why not enter the war?

It turned out to be one of the best decisions you ever made.

And led to the worst.

The streets of Saigon outside the bar were loud—you could almost hear the shouts and horn honks from inside. Inside, it was a dark, dismal, private place. People kept to themselves, whether they were there for a fling or to garner some extra cash. White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane blasted through the bar, ironically adding to your mood; in Vietnam, you sometimes felt like Alice lost in wonderland.  

You sat at the bar, your eyes traveled over the various types of people who had come tonight, as you swayed to the music. There were the typical Ladies of the Night dancing on tables, some on men’s laps, you didn’t really care to stare at their intimate activities for fear of someone catching your eye and getting pissed off. That had happened once, never again. Never. Again.

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If you still wanted to do that writing prompt thing- either 47 and 48 paired together or 49 and 50 paired together with the boyf riends pl e a se

I couldn’t bring myself to write another angst one shot so I made fluff… too much fluff.
Also thank you so much for the prompt! :)

47 - “Kiss me”
48 - “Go on, I dare you”

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Even after the events of last Halloween Jake just had to throw his annual party didn’t he? There was no stopping the boy. His house burns down and all he can think about is getting drunk on a national holiday - though Michael did see some of the appeal given that he did get high quite often. But that’s on his own, in the comfort of his basement where had nothing but the games he played to judge him. At a party, everyone turns into hawks, seeking out their next prey.

Michael had learnt his lesson from last year and there was no way he was going anywhere near Jake’s house that night, let alone inside it with a hundred drunk horny teenagers. Jeremy had tried to convince him that if he just stayed by him all night everything would be fine, but Michael knew Jeremy’s limits and drunk Jeremy was not someone he wanted to be depending on for a whole night. This one time, Jeremy thought it was a good idea to steal a sip of his father’s wine while he was asleep in front of the TV. As much as Michael protested, he did it anyway.

Jeremy ended up chugging the whole bottle.

Regardless, Michael found himself outside the party waiting to help Jeremy get home. His best friend had drunk texted him about an hour ago saying things like “Hey Mlke, yOU th ink Pigeons have feelings.?” and “OmG dude Rich just made out with JAKEholy shit you gotta get ovAR here!!!!”

He had replied to Jeremy a few minutes later telling him to meet him outside but had heard back no response. He really didn’t want to go in there. He really didn’t want to have to go through that all over again, not even for a few seconds. But for Jeremy, he would. He knew that if Jeremy was wasted enough to not reply to his messages, there was no hope for him. And that’s when Michael came in.

Full of regret, he opened Jake’s front door. The sound of karaoke, chugging, sex and laughing immediately hit Michael like a bus and he already wanted to crawl under a table. Good to know Jake was partying right. Restless to get out of there, Michael wormed his way through the crowd of drunk teens until he eventually found Jeremy, Rich, Jake, Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine gathered in a circle in the hallway. Most of them were flat out drunk, Michael noted, except for Christine (the presumably only responsible one there) and Jenna (who wanted to stay on high alert for any gossip to spill the next day). Jeremy was holding an iconic red plastic cup and laughing to himself, cheeks flushed and hair flown back with teenage grease. He looked pretty cute, Michael also noted.

“Michael! Oh thank goodness you’re here,” Christine cried, getting up from the circle and hauling Chloe with her. “I think it’s about time we all head home. Especially… ummm…”

She gestured to Jeremy, who was now being whispered something by Jake. The secret sentence shared between them made Jeremy even more flustered than he already was but nodded and smiled shyly. Michael didn’t really know what was going on and didn’t really care as to what the drunk teenagers were doing. That was, until Jeremy started to lean into Jake-

“OK THATS ENOUGH JEREMY GET UP!” He practically squeaked, yanking Jeremy off the ground before he could touch Jake. He noted the sight pout of Jake’s face until it shifted to a cheeky grin and a wink before turning back to Rich. Jeremy was a giggly mess as he said goodbye to everyone, heavily relying on Michael for support. Christine smiled and waved sweetly as the two left the household and soon it was just him and Jeremy waddling their way down the street towards Michael’s house.

“You really need to control your beer, dude,” Michael tried to break the awkward atmosphere between them, “this can’t happen every time you go to a party.”

Jeremy didn’t seem to be listening. He had a gigantic pout of his face and made a small huff at Michael.

“We were playing truth or dare.” He stated, a little louder than Michael would have wanted for someone who was pressed up against his ear.

“That’s great Jer.”

“Jake gave me a dare and you didn’t let me finish- *hic*- finish it! Now he’s gonna haaaate me Michael.”

His best friend sighed, “no ones gonna hate you for not completing a dare Jeremy.”

“But Miiiichael it was impoooortant!”

The two stumbled into the house and made their way slowly up to Michael’s room. After laying Jeremy down on his bed he sent a quick text to Jeremy’s dad to let him know his son was ok and was going to start getting ready for bed when he felt a hand tank on his hoodie, pulling him back into bed until he was faced with Jeremy climbing onto his lap and staring at him intently. The situation was all too sudden for Michael and, needless to say, his face soon matched the shade of his hoodie.

“JEREMY! What are you doing-”

“Since I couldn’t do it to Jake can I do my- *hic*- dare on you?” He stuttered, gripping to Michael’s shirt in fear of toppling backwards.

“Your… dare?”

“YESSS the dare! The one you wouldn’t let me do you… you meanie!”

Michael couldn’t help but giggle at the sight before him. Jeremy was sitting on Michael’s lap, practically straddling him, trying not to fall backwards out of laughter. His hair was a mess and his face was still bright red from the alcohol in his system. Needless to say, Jeremy wasn’t going to remember any of his in the morning… so what the hell.

“What was the dare?”

“You gotta let me do it fiiiirst.”

Michael sighed, “and why is that?”

“Cause..” Jeremy shifted awkwardly. “You might say no…”

Michael couldn’t help but laugh. He smiled at his friend. “Ok Jer. I promise I won’t back down. Whatever you’ve got for me I can take it! What did Jake say?”

Michael knew exactly what Jake had said before Jeremy even opened his mouth. He saw the look on his face after he had whispered the dare to Jeremy. He knew what he was about to hear.

“Kiss me.”

Michael didn’t need to be told twice.

He grabbed his best friend’s face and smashed their lips together. He didn’t really care that he had no idea what he was doing, the kiss was perfect all the same - even with the clattering teeth and skewed glasses.

Jeremy, however, had other ideas and he scrambled away after a couple of seconds leaving Michael extremely concerned.

“W…what?” He said, worried he had messed everything up. Their friendship, their partnership. Had he been reading it wrong?

Jeremy sat there pouting until he finally spoke: “I was meant to kiss you! That doesn’t count!”

Michael stared at his best friend for a couple of seconds before bursting out laughing, leading to a very flustered Jeremy shouting at him to stop it. He eventually managed to calm himself down enough to look back at Jeremy. And he smiled. Even if Jeremy didn’t remember anything in the morning, it would all be worth it. Just to know that he felt the same, that he was still the same Jeremy he had loved for how many years. Jeremy might not remember, but he would.

With that thought in mind. He swung his arms around his best friend’s neck and leaned in close.

“Go on, I dare you.”

Jeremy didn’t need to be told twice.

Movie Night Part 3

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3387

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, semi-public fingering, sexual penetration, teasing, fluff… the works.

Request: How would you feel about doing a part 3 to movie night? If not, I understand but I would like to read more! - Anon

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! I got lost in the smutty goodness! (This can be read as a stand alone!)

Part One - Part Two



Alone time was hard to find in this compound.

You and Bucky hadn’t been able to be alone since you had snuck out of his room a week ago.

It was driving you mad.

You took a deep breath and opened the door to the conference room. You laid the files on the table and got the coffee brewing. You had just bent down to get the cups out of the cabinet when the door opened behind you.

“Unf… Buck, what are you doing?” you heard Steve say.

You straightened back up quickly and turned to see that Bucky had stopped right in the middle of the doorway, causing Steve to crash into him. You blushed because you knew that Bucky had gotten a great view of your ass. The slit in the back of your skirt had probably awarded him a peak of your thighs as well.

Steve pushed Bucky forward, walking around him to see you standing there. He laughed softly and shook his head. “Good morning darlin’.”

You sent him a shy smile with a wave and watched as Bucky sat down in the chair next to the one you always sit in. Steve laughed harder, sitting across from him.

You turned around and poured 2 cups of coffee for them. You bent over the table to hand Steve his. You almost dropped Bucky’s cup when you felt a hand wrap around the back of your knee.

Sitting his cup in front of him, you looked down at him incredulous. His fingers trailed up the back of your leg as far as your skirt would allow. “Thanks doll,” he said, his voice turning husky.

“Would you like me leave?” Steve asked abruptly.

You jumped away from Bucky and went to pick up the file folders. Bucky threw his coffee stirring straw at Steve, and mumbled something under his breath.

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“You can still make swords if you want,” said Arya. “You can make them for my brother Robb when we get to Riverrun.”

“Riverrun.” Gendry put the hammer down and looked at her. “You look different now. Like a proper little girl.”

[PD101 S2] Bedtime stories <3 (2/?)

Heeeeyyy guys I’m churning out reactions/scenarios at the speed of light—- not really cx but close. Thank you for the great response for the backhug series and also this bedtime series <3 i know this is a bit greedy cx but if you have time can you please react/comment on the reactions via reblogging/commenting/tags? haha i’d love to see some written response cx it’ll help me find more motivation to write <3 

part 1 with sexy baby oh my lady and swaggy rapper


BAE JINYOUNG: “What are you looking at?” Jinyoung hums as he settles down next to you on the bed, holding a cup of hot chocolate.

“My report” you sighed, “It’s due tomorrow but i’ve been fooling around as per usual” you blandly chuckled.

“Oh” was all Jinyoung said as he sipped on his drink. “Do you need any help?”

Looking at him, you observe the state of his doe like eyes and offered a smile. “Nah, I know you’re tired yourself- and plus it’s my fault for not doing it earlier on…”

Placing the cup on the bedside table, Jinyoung then turns to give you a hug. “But I might be the reason that you’re unable to complete your work” he argues while sneaking an arm around your waist. 

“Jinyoung I was watching 120 episodes of this drama… it’s not you, I promise” you laughed.

“Hey, I was encouraging you to play the next episode one after another- we’re both in this together!” He states while staring at your eyes.

“Okay, okay” you gave up. “I think I need some help”

Smiling, Jinyoung sat up right away and saluted. “Right at your service”

“I’m a bit thirsty” you simply stated. 

“Would you like some hot chocolate?”

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PARK JIHOON: “Babe, I’ve got wide shoulders right?” Jihoon questioned as he snuggled up next to you, burying his face into your hair.

“Yeah?” You replied, with a little bit of a questioning tone.

“And I’ve got nice thighs right?” He continued.

“Sure”

“And you love me lots right?”

“Uh hm”

“And I’m good looking r-”

“Are you ok Jihoon?” You finally asked, wondering why he had so many questions. “You know I love you just the way you are… you don’t need to confirm it verbally you know”

Sighing in relief, Jihoon pulls you in closer and breaths out. “I don’t know, I’m just a bit insecure that’s all”

You rake your fingers through his hair and stroked it gently. “Why?”

“Because… you know…” He shyly started.

“Jihoon, I honestly don’t know what you lack. I think you’re perfect” 

Turning red, Jihoon hides his face behind your hair. “I lack… you know…”

Laughing, you started poking his arm. “Oh you baby, just tell me what’s wrong”

“Imetdanielandsamuelatthegymtodayandijustrealisedthatilackabsandi’vebeenwonderingifyouwantmetohavesome” He rapidly ranted while exhausting every last inch of his breath.

Blinking at his statement, you smiled before tackling him on the bed so that he’s no longer hiding. “Really Jihoon? How long have we been together?”

Adverting your eyes, Jihoon replied. “For a long time?”

“Yeah. And I don’t think I’ve complained once during this whole relationship about you and your lack of abdominal muscles problem.”

“But you know- It’s a trend to make some chocolate abs these days…” he trailed off.

“Jihoon you’re sweet enough for me” 

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Archie Andrews | Perfect timing

Count of words: 1542

Warnings: there is a paragraph of smut cause in the request you said friends with benefits, so I benefited from the benefits part (I’m trying to make a pun here but I’m horrible. sorry)…. maybe one or two curse words

A/N: just hope you like it ♥♥

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tayrae515 asked:
Ok bby reader goes to school with Archie and the gang, Archie and reader don’t like each other but through sexual tension decide to do the whole friends with benefits but not really friends, Archie finds out that reader is a serpent and the only reason she goes to his school is because pop from the dinner is the only person who has ever been there for her archie gets mad at her for lying and she gets offended. Instead of Fred getting shot pop does and Archie helps her and they realize feelings💕


Although you have being going to school with the, so called, Core Four, or the three musketeers ; concluded by Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper (the Core four actually includes Veronica Lodge as well) , since forever, you had just now started hanging out with them. You really didn’t know how it came up, but one day Jughead simply sat across from you at Pop’s and suddenly, boom, you’re friends. Actually, you knew why it happened, but that was only for you and Jughead to know. But even though he and the girls were so nice and friendly, Archie was the exact opposite and truth be told the feelings were mutural.

Here’s the thing, you hated Archie’s guts, but the boy made you feel some time of way, making it seem like he was playing with your head. What you were not aware of was that he felt the same. There were times when he’d look at you and then he would let his eyes linger a little while longer taking in your whole physique, and let them travel even where he shouldn’t. There would actually be a lot of sexual tension between the two but neither of you liked to admit it, thinking it was one-sided. Until tonight.

You and the gang were at Pop’s, eating your favorite burgers accompanied with the infamous curly fries and stupidly sweet milkshakes of Pop’s, when Archie texted you to meet outside the average sized building. He got up first and walked to the side, outside the restaurant where he settled for a while waiting for you to show up; something you did, five minutes later. As soon as you stepped a foot into the cold night a strong arm pulled you to the back of the fast food place, leading you to a door that revealed an abandoned, but surprisingly clean, restroom. The two of you walked in and he locked the door behind you pushing you to it forcefully.

>>smut<<

By now he was dangerously close to you, his hands holding your waist, the sexual tension increasing with every second. “I don’t know what it is that you are doing to me, but I want to take you here and now,” he grunted and attacked your lips, slowly making his way to your neck. The kiss was lustfull and passionate, showing you how much affect you had on the boy before you. Soft moans escaped your lips as the red head procceded in removing your shirt and his face moved lower on your body. His hands were traveling across your body as sloppy, wet kisses were placed on a little pathway from your neck to your stomach. “Just fuck me already,” you mumbled under your breath and the boy smirked mischieviously, ridding his body of his clothes and doing the same with yours, the two of you being naked by now. Although you thought he would just oblige to your pleads, he just started teasing you. His hands roamed your body and one of them was placed on you core. Delicately a finger was pushed inside of you, a second one following close behind, giving you more pleasure than awaited. As you got closer and closer to your high, the boy removed his fingers from your now sensitive core, making you wince at the loss of contact. Seeing the reaction he got he swiftly picked you up, your back still by the wooden door of the bathroom as, after making sure it was ok, Archie placed himself inside of you giving you undeniable pleasure. You started getting louder and louder, the pleasure greater than before, as you were still sensitive to the slightest touch. “Sh, now, princess. We don’t want anyone to hear us,” he ordered and started kissing your lips as his thrusts got harder by the minute. As soon as you rode out your highs, the two of you got cleaned up and subtly went outside and back to your much needed dinner.

>>end of smut<<

This begun to be an on and off thing. At random times he would tell you to meet him somewere and then you would ‘bang’. But that was it. He still didn’t like you and you didn’t like him back so you thought that the term ‘friends with benefits’ would suit you two. You know, just without the 'friends’ part. Because of that you didn’t expect the reaction that awaited you once Archie found out about you being a serpent, and it really took you by surprise.
It was a quiet night in the Whyte Wyrm, when a certain red head walked in, looking for trouble. He walked inside looking fierce and all, but he lost it as soon as Mustug started fighting with the boy. “Mustag, enough!” You called but the man gave you a disrespectful look while the boy gave you a nasty one and the two went back on fighting. That until FP came out and stopped the whole thing. “Not you, Red,” he said when Archie grabbed my arm and begun walking outside. “And leave her,” he added when the boy didn’t loosen his grip. “I just wanna talk with her for a second,” he informed and you nodded to FP, reassuring it’s ok. “You are a serpent?” he yelled. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he complained again. “Well, I didn’t think I had to!” You defended and Archie found interest on the floor. “Well you should,” he replied. “Oh come on Andrews. It’s not like we’re dating or something. We just ‘bang’,” you said, “God I hate this word,” you mumbled and went on with what you were saying. “But that’s all.” You swear for a square moment you saw hurt in his eyes, but you could not put your finger on it. “Why are you even going to Riverdale high though?” He questioned and looked at you straight in the eye this time.” I, uh, come with me,” you ordered and the boy did as told. You made your way towards a abandoned little playground right next to the bar. “I was orphanaged when I was around five. Well, kind of. My parents were just horrible people, they always fought, the divorced and then I randomly ended up at the street. Never really understood how. Pop was the one who found me and took care of me. He raised me like his own child and still cares for me even if I took the wrong turn,” you explained to the boy next to you. He looked dumpfounded for a second there and then he opened his mouth. “And why you lied. It wasn’t so hard to say the fricking truth,” he fired and you felt your temper rise. “Excuse you,” I replied sarcastically. “No! You lied. You didn’t tell me you were a serpent or that you were practically family. And you didn’t tell me Jughead’s dad is a serpent,” he angered you more with every word he said. “Leave. Just leave and never come back,” you mumbled and the boy did as told, going back to the bar where his father awaited, dissapointed at the stupidity of his son.

It had been a couple of days ever since the little fight you and Archie had in the playground, when Pop asked you to help around the shop for the day. He was there with his father, having breakfast. He would look at you a lot, basically raping you with his eyes, but you chose to ignore it. At one point that fine, quiet morning he got up and went God knows where when a man dressed in all black bursted through the glass door threatening you all with a gun. For a second he, you made that out from the voice, pointed the weapon at you but Archie managed to pull you away. A shot was heard and bullet went right through Pop’s body. Tears filled your eyes as horrified screams escaped your mouth. Time slowed down as you couldn’t move your body, not now.  Two strong arms were wrapped tightly around you holding you up, as the man in black left, and the few costumers, including the boy’s father, rushed to Pop’s aid, calling an abulance while at it. Archie’s turned you in his arms, your head now in his chest, and your glance adverted from the horrific scene in front of you to the table next to you. His hands were going in cyrcular motions in attempts to calm you down and tame your sobs, something impossible for the time being. One of them found it’s way to your soft hair, as Archie started to tangle his delicate fingers through them. “It’s gonna be ok.” He whispered over and over. Sirens were now heard, along with people talking but now everything was just a blur. “Hey look at me,” the strong boy commanded. “Everything will be alright. Ok? I promise. Pop is gonna be just fine, and I’ll be here,” he said, holding your face in his arms. Then the unexpected happened. His lips engaged with yours in a kiss that indicated love rather than passion. “I think I’m falling for you, even if it’s not the right time to say it,” he smiled down at you after the kiss. “No, no. It’s perfect timing.”

anonymous asked:

Mysme react to MC being a youtuber and join MC for a video? Like a boyfriend tag video?

Some of the questions in the boyfriend tag, we all know the answer and some of them have a different answer (like the hair color)
To make things more interesting she’ll pick a paper with the question randomly
Thank you for your request!
I hope you like it!

Please feel free to send me a feedback, if this is NOT what you wanted, I’ll do it again in no time!
Any mistakes, report to me

My requests are still open! Please feel free to send your request( HERE it’s my do’s and dont’s)

Jumin

  • What is a youtuber? You’ll have to explain to him.
  • He doesn’t think it’s a good idea such exposure
  • But when he sees you doing a video, he’s happy about it
  • You seem so happy, so energetic
  • It’s a good sight.
  • You asked him to appear in the “boyfriend tag”
  • He sees it as one opportunity to show everyone that you’re his
  • After some questions, you picked one and read out loud
  • “What is my best friend’s name?”
  • “Elizabeth the 3rd”
  • You laugh, it’s better to not say anything
  • Ok, another one
  • “Complete this sentence “My girlfriend is…”
  • "You’re my wife, not my girlfriend”
  • He’s no fun

Yoosung

  • He knows he has seen your face in some place!
  • He’s subscribed to your channel, he thinks you’re pretty funny!
  • He’ll secretly want to appear on your videos..But will not say anything
  • When you ask him to do a boyfriend tag
  • He’s so happy!t’s his dream!
  • After a lot of questions that Yoosung answered without hesitating 
  • “If i go away to some place, where would i go?”
  • “Mc…Are you leaving?”
  • Yeah, he’ll cry
  • He will take this questions too seriously

Jaehee

  • “This is like..Your fan club?" 
  • No, it’s my subscribers Jaehee
  • She doesn’t want to appear in a video, it’s too personal
  • She’ll know everything that you asked her, but she wasn’t comfortable knowing a lot of people are watching it
  • Please, respect her privacy
  • She can answer anything that you want
  • But the camera can’t be here

707

  • He’ll spread your videos like a virus
  • This work, your subscribers are only going up!
  • This is good!
  • When you asked him to appear in the boyfriend tag,  he’s not sure about it…People cannot see him like that
  • Then he put a bag on his face
  • Problem solved!
  • Hey, guys, this is my boyfriend bagged face
  • 10/10 
  • "Ok Seven..Next question.What is my eyes color?”
  • “Do you have eyes?”

V

  • Well …He doesn’t watch your videos, he can see a little, but this is not enough
  • He feels bad for it, it’s something that you love to make and he’s not even watching it
  • So when you asked him if he could be in the video
  • He agrees without thinking, he feels good about it
  • V is such a good person, he answered  everything correctly
  • “Do I often make you angry?”
  • “You never made me angry love..”
  • Is this possible?This guy is calmer as shit

Zen

  • Oh, you’re famous on the internet
  • An opportunity to appear on a video?This is good
  • He loves to make an appearance at everything
  • But he doesn’t know…Why is this all about you?
  • People want to know about him!
  • No Zen.
  • “Ok Zen..What eyes color did you wish I had?”
  • “I think i’m perfect like this”
  • “It’s about me..Not you”
  • “Next question.” He says,smiling to the camera
  • While you’re looking at his face, wanting to cut that damn rat tail off

Saeran

  • NO
  • He isn’t going to be in this ridiculous thing
  • He doesn’t like those people that watch you..Those comments, compliments, he hates it
  • Yeah, he’s jealous
  • But you’re insisting and insisting
  • He says that he’ll do it, but only if the video was live
  • And then it was, you were picking some papers, he’s answered (But he doesn’t say how you two met, you must know why)
  • Then HE picks up one paper
  • “What is our favorite sex position..This is an easy one”
  • WHAT?THAT QUESTION DOESN’T EXIST!HE’S MAKING IT UP
  • “Saeran, this is not on this pap—”
  • “I like when MC is bending over–”
  • You finish the video
  • “Never call me for this again. I warned you.”
Headcanon NSFW: Theo Raeken

A = Aftercare

After sex Theo pulls you on his chest where he holds you tightly. He’d ask you if you’re ok and enjoyed it. You also share one kiss or two..

E = Experience

Theo is experienced, but not so much that he’s perfect the first times. But he’s a quick learner and gets a feeling for what pleasure you the most. 


F = Favourite Position

Him on top, the position doesn’t matter.
Theo is dominant in bed and wants to have the control. Another turn on for him is face to face, when he can look at you.

I = Intimacy

Theo isn’t very romantic, expect it’s your anniversary, birthday etc.
But that doesn’t mean that he can’t be soft and gentle during the foreplay and sex.

L = Location

Theo prefers his or your home.
Sometimes in bed, sometimes on the desk or sometimes even in the shower or living room.
There’s nearly no place in the house which is safe from your desire..

Requested by Anon: Sherlock x reader where she is pregnant with his baby & he loves her so dearly but one day she is seriously seriously injured in a case and it’s kind of sherlock’s fault indirectly and she loses the child tragically. Sherlock is v guilty and protective and sorry

(gif not mine but writing is)

Expecting

Walking into the living room you span around in your cream coloured dress and you felt beautiful. “Come here you.” said Sherlock as he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him to sit on his lap. He began to kiss you as he placed a hand on your tummy. Your bump wasn’t showing yet but you had a first scan. There was a healthy baby that you hope would be as intelligent as its father. You gazed into Sherlock light eyes as you brushed his dark curls from his face. “What did I do to deserve something as perfect as you two.” he sighed with happiness.
“Saved thousands if not millions of lives by being a smart arse?” you answer playfully as you leave a light kiss on his nose. He smirked.

“Mycroft keeps texting me asking how I am. I think he is excited about becoming an uncle.” you giggle as you look around. Your eyes stare at the vacant bedroom. “I was thinking of perhaps making John’s old room into a nursery but only if you’re OK with the idea. He’s really settling into his new place with Mary.” you say stepping off of his lap. Sherlock stared down the hallway at the now empty room, a grunt of contemplation left his lips. You understood that there was a lot of memories tied to the rooms in 221B Baker Street but at some point he will have to make changes so new memories can be made. One thing must be paramount, you must not rush him with his decisions.

Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen you turn back to see Sherlock on his laptop. Walking up behind him you gaze over his shoulder at the computer screen. On the screen was a photograph of a man that was the latest big criminal that needed to be stopped. He had red curly hair and wore a long dark coat. It all started when he replicated some of Sherlock’s early cases. It’s like he wants to copy and get Sherlock’s attention for some reason. Kind of like a fan boy gone wrong. “I wonder what he is going to do next. The dedication and details that he puts into his crimes really are fascinating.” Sherlock said as his eyes sparkled with curiosity. Worriedly you put a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder as you spoke. “You’re leading him on too much Sherlock. Surely you can see that each murder is getting more elaborate with more victims.”
“I know. He’s just so interesting.” he sighs.
“The guy is a maniac.” you interject. “Besides how many days has it been since the last murder?” The criminal now had a clear murder pattern.
“Five. Today could be my lucky day.” replied Sherlock. Sometimes you worried about Sherlock. Murder and detective work can seem like a game to him. It’s like he forgets that people’s lives are at stake.
“Please Sherlock. You know who he is just arrest him. Don’t toy with him or let him toy with you any longer.” you say with concern but your warning appeared to go on deaf ears.

Sherlock opened a new tab on his laptop and began frantically refreshing his ‘Science of Deduction’ website because that is how he has communicated with the suspect previously. “I’m just going to pop out to the shop, maybe buy something for lunch. The doctor says that exercise is good for the baby.” you sigh walking past Sherlock. He suddenly turned around and grabbed your hand. He placed it against his lips, kissing it whilst his eyes stared into yours. “Don’t be too long… This will be the last time I tease him. I promise.” he said apologetically.
“I’ll be back soon you psychopath.” you giggled at him as you began to walk down the stairs.
“High functioning sociopath.” Sherlock called back.

Sherlock had unknowingly been waiting for at least an hour. A 'ding’ noise came from his laptop notifying him of a new message on his site which read. 'Why don’t we finally meet? I have been waiting for so long to meet you. Shall we say the old factory?“ Finally what Sherlock had been waiting for. As he went to grab his black jacket something struck him. It had been too easy. Before the criminal had laid out puzzles for him to solve but this time he arranges to meet face to face? Confused, he reaches for his mobile and dialled a familiar face, one of the few he could truly trust. "John? I know that you are probably busy but I need your assistance. It’s the copycat killer. He’s suggested a meet up but I don’t think that all is as it seems.”

“I’ll be a while Mrs Hudson” Sherlock called as he hailed a cab. The taxi picked up John on the way. The pair discussed how John should remain hidden somewhere in the factory but be ready to strike if things get out of hand.

The factory was disheveled. The walls thick with dust and most of the windows were shattered or boarded up. As John looked for another entrance, Sherlock quietly walked in. He vaguely recalled that this factory was significant in one of his very first cases. Was it a body found here or a major clue that helped solve the case? Sherlock walks into a big room surrounded by small offices.

“I thought you would be coming so I brought you a gift or was it that you brought me a gift?” said a gravelly voice in the distance. Out stepped a red haired man wearing a purple shirt, black jacket, trousers and shoes. Exactly the same outfit as Sherlock had on. Sherlock’s eyes widened as he could hear somebody quietly crying from the stranger’s direction.

The man was clutching onto your arm, dragging you close to him. “Sherlock” you whimpered. Tears ran down your face and you trembled with fear. “Isn’t she beautiful.” said the criminal as he gently stroked your cheek. You could see Sherlocks fists clench in anger. Using the hand on your cheek he slowly moved your head to face him. Suddenly he slapped you across the face and Sherlock darted forward. “Ah Mr Holmes, you’ve now shown me your hand. Wouldn’t want to do anything reckless now would we?” said the criminal and Sherlock froze.

“Just let her go. You have me now. I’m the one you want.” said Sherlock who kept a steady sounding voice, though it was taking a lot of effort.
“True” said the criminal as his eyes looked away from Sherlock and back to you. “To show there’s no hard feelings, how about a hug beautiful?” He holds an arm out and wraps it behind you. One arm remained down by his side as the other pulled you forward, crushing your body into his. You let out a blood curdling scream as a huge sharp pain cuts into you. Smirking, he slowly removes a large knife from your stomach.

“No!” Sherlock shouts with more anger and anguish than you ever knew he had. As the criminal was distracted, John crept up behind him and tackled him to the ground. Witnessing what had just taken place, the doctor did not hold back with the punches. After knocking the criminal out he phoned the emergency services.

Your legs became weak and Sherlock leapt forward to catch you before your body hit the floor. Looking down you could see your dress being stained by a growing patch of red. “Keep your eyes fixed on me.” Sherlock said as he took your hand in his. Tears rolled down his face.

“Sherlock… No matter what happens know this… I love you… You… Idiot.” you whispered shakily. John was applying pressure to the wound and you cried out in pain. “John you’re hurting her!” Sherlock shouted angrily. He knew that John knew what he was doing. He knew that John was a doctor. But seeing you in pain like this was too much for Sherlock to bare.

“Sherlock… He’s trying to help.” you whispered. Your eyes closing as you felt very sleepy. “(Y/N) stay with me. Please stay with me. You have to stay with me.” Sherlock begged as he squeezed your hand, forcing your eyes open. Despite this you could not fight it any longer. Your eyes closed. The last sound you heard was Sherlock crying in despair.

Your eyes slowly open. You were laying in a white hospital bed. Looking down you see Sherlock clutching your hand in his own, his head on the bed. The duvet felt damp where his face was on top of it. “Hey you.” you manage to say even though your voice was quiet. Sherlock looked up. His eyes were red and watery from crying. “(Y/N)!” Sherlock exclaimed whilst he tenderly kissed your hand. A smile crept onto your face. You looked around the room. There was a smashed vase and a set of drawers that had been ripped apart. The curtains in the room had also been partially pulled down. Then it dawned on you. A sinking feeling began to wash over you.

You tried to sit up whilst you whimpered in pain. “Don’t move too much. You’ve lost a lot of blood.” Sherlock said as he carefully helped you to sit up. Your eyes filled with tears as you stared into his.
“And we both know that I have also lost something far more precious.” you said crying. Sherlock slowly nodded his head as he began to cry. He moved up towards you and kissed your forehead before hugging you. You pressed you face into his chest, muffling your sobs.

One week later

221B was full of colour as bunches of flowers of sympathy from friends and family filled the room. The biggest bouquet by far was from Mycroft. You sat in John’s chair reading a book as Sherlock read the newspaper, but he was really staring at you. You sighed placing the book down and rubbing your stomach. It was still sore. “I’m just going to pop out to the shop, maybe buy something for lunch. The doctor says that exercise is good for my recovery.” you say wincing slightly as you stood up.
“Great idea, I’ll tag along. Fancy chips?” Sherlock added as he grabbed his jacket.
“Sherlock. I’m only going to shop on the corner. I can go by myself.” you smile.
“No.” he growled. “You’re not safe out there any more. Last time you went out. You… We lost our…” his voice was breaking. “It was my fault I should have listened to you. I should have quit while I was ahead.”

You walked up and hugged him.“The only person at fault was that maniac. Think about it. Going out by myself isn’t all bad. We would have never met if I didn’t bend the rules and go out on my own.” you smile as Sherlock’s mouth also curled up into a smile.
You reached forward and grabbed Sherlock’s hand. Despite there still being pain in his eyes, the smile stayed on his face. “Chips?” he asked as you both walked down the stairs and out of 221B. “It’s a date. You psychopath.” you reply, staring into his eyes.
“High functioning sociopath.” he protests before gently pressing his lips on yours.

t-e-r-r-i--f-i-e-d  asked:

Hey can you do a reaction to the reader trying to walk out of the house in something showing a lot of skin. Like booty shorts and like a tight shirt with out a bra. Can be smutty

Thank you for such a great request! Hope you enjoy ^_^~


Namjoon

You’d made it to the club just fine. On the journey there, Daddy was silent. Without saying a word, Namjoon slowly sipped his champagne, not reacting to anyone else in the limo. Surely not wearing a bra with this dress would have delighted him? Whatever, you came out to have a good time with the guys. Just as you went to walk to the dance floor, Daddy pulled you back and whispered, “V.I.P room. Now”. As soon as heard this, you knew exactly what was about to go down. As Namjoon threw you down on the silk sofa and ripped your panties off he moaned, “Oh Y/N, let’s have our own party right here, you look too fucking sexy tonight and I need you right now. As soon as his cock filled you up - right there in the V.I.P room, you forgot all about the dancefloor.

Seokjin

You didn’t even make it out of the bedroom door before you felt Daddy’s hands wrap around your ass. “Y/N! How have I not seen this dress before?!” Seokjin gasped as he examined your curves in the tight body con dress you’d wore just for him. As he locked the bedroom door he licked his hips – “We could always order takeout later… we don’t really need to go out to dinner? Right, princess?” As soon as you agreed, Seokjin had you pinned against his bed, taking his time to feel every single one of your curves as you moaned. Eventually, thrusting deeper into you than ever before – Daddy made you moan all through the night.

Taehyung

You’d never been to a DVD Bang before, and you knew daddy was craving you because it was so unlike him to leave a night of partying early. “Y/N, you drove me crazy on that dancefloor, I need to have you, right now. That shirt… it’s just… fuck”. You smirked, knowing full well that the sight of your erect nipples make Taehyungs cock swell instantly. As he pushed you down against the leather sofa in the DVD room, Daddy kissed your breasts and reassured you, “No one can hear you hear, princess – scream at the top of your fucking lungs for Daddy”. You’d never had so much fun ‘watching a movie’, and with Daddy’s hot cum still dripping out of you, Taehyung and you went and met back up with the guys.

Jimin

You found out the hard way tonight that Daddy loves seeing you in a mini-skirt, and there was no way he was going to leave you alone, even if you were at the dinner table with all of the guys. You felt Jimin’s hand reach right up your thigh, and you caught him smiling as he slowly pushed your lace panties to one side. Every time the conversation got a little bit louder, Daddy pinched your clit that little bit harder. You were ready to blow, right there and then – but thankfully Daddy excused you both just before dessert. “Come on princess, my cock was getting far too restless, and you’re absolutely soaking… but keep that filthy little skirt on for Daddy”.

Hoseok  

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time. Daddy was outside beeping his horn, but you knew he would only tell you to go back inside and put something more appropriate on, you just couldn’t help but try to tempt him. Once you got into the car, Hoseok stared at your breasts with his mouth wide open. “Ok Daddy, I’ll go and change, I just wanted t-“. Before you could even finish your sentence, you heard the car doors lock and noticed that the look in Daddy’s eyes had turned into pure, filthy lust. “Where do you think you’re going, baby girl? Oh no way” he laughed. “I’m not letting that sexy outfit go to waste. Now get on Daddy’s lap and show me how you can bounce those perfect tits of yours”.

Yoongi

You knew from the look on his face you were in trouble. Yoongi went crazy when he seen you in hot pants and heels and immediately tried to peel them off you whilst throwing you over his crotch. “Daddy, I’m still too sure from yesterday, I don’t think I can ride you…” So, with a growl and a push, you found yourself slammed over the kitchen counter with your head being held down firmly. “That’s not a problem girl. You stay put while Daddy shows you just exactly how much he appreciates you dressing sexy for him”. Yoongi filling you up from behind had you moaning out in ecstasy, and you couldn’t wait to show him more of your sexy wardrobe.

 Jungkook

The barbecue was in full swing, and you were so happy that Daddy invited you to spent time at Namjoon’s villa. The guys were all gathered round the table outside, so you decided this was the perfect time for a swim… in your tiny bikini. As soon as you entered the garden, Daddy’s jaw nearly hit the floor. The guys were too busy eating and joking around to notice that Jungkook had excused himself to join his princess in the hot tub. As soon as you were both under the bubbles, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. In hushed whispers he said, “Baby girl don’t worry, we’re alone in here, and I’m going to make you feel so good”. With his fingers playing at your clit, and his other hand playing with your nipples, Daddy had made your time at the villa one to remember.

Having A Bit Of Fun

Request: Could you do a tom and reader on set,  where reader is Tom’s crush and he’s always nervous around her. She trys to talk to him and he just goes all cute and shy but mega nervous so she trys to reassure him by squeezing his thigh a little to high,  which makes matters worse for him cuz of a slight issue that has risen leading to a steamy make out session,  maybe abit of smut 😊 please and thanking you 👌 

Warnings: A make-out session.

A/N: This is my first Tom Holland x reader, And probably my last. Just saying xD

Originally posted by tomandharrisongifs

Tom smiled as he watched you reading the script for the movie. You had been sitting there for maybe a half hour and hadn’t taken your eyes off of it once. And, you only had one line. Tom supposed you knew the whole entire script by now.
He knew you were basically just some random extra on set, and he should probably be focusing on the next scene but he couldn’t help but stare at you. You were so perfect.

“Yo Tommy!” Harrison snapped a finger in front of Tom’s face.

“Hmm” Tom had to rip his eyes off of you to look at his friend.

“Are you ok? You’ve been like, staring off into space for-” He looked down at his watch. “-Twenty minutes and thirty seconds”

“Oh, yeah yeah I’m fine” He scratched the back of his neck as he stood up.

The director had called Tom to the set to do one of his stunt scenes.

You looked up for about 2 seconds to see what he was doing.

He caught eyes with you and in a split second he had fallen flat on his face.
You knew it wasn’t your fault bit you felt very much responsible for it.

one of the directors help stand him up and the first thing you saw was his bloody nose.

“Holy crap” You said to yourself.

You saw Tom walk over to one of the trailer thingys and go inside. You decided you better go apologize.

“Uh, Hi, I’m Y/N. You probably wouldn’t recognize me I’m just an extra”

“Oh I-I-I recognize Y-You. Y/N right?” You laughed.

“I think that’s what I said"He turned red.

You scooted closer to him and realized that he was actually shaking a little bit.
In a spur of the moment decision trying to call him down, because god he was scaring even you, you reached to the side and brushed your hand against his thigh. He turned even redder if that was even possible.

Tom couldn’t take it anymore, If he had to spend one more second without his lips against yours he thought he was gonna lose it.

He turned to the side and kissed you forcefully. As surprised as you were you kissed him right back.

You wrapped your legs around him and the kiss continued. You only broke apart for a moment to get some air when you saw Harrison behind you.

"So I’m on the set of homecoming, and it looks like Tom and Y/N Y/L/N are having a bit of fun” He said into his phone.

“Harrison!!!!” Tom yelled as he chased after him.

Women only

Dean x Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary:
The guys call you to help out on a case after not seeing you for a long time. The reader has a secret that she has to tell them.

Warnings: description of violence, smut, language, ABO-ish (not ABO though), talk of suicide, the plot is kinda corny but I hope you get a laugh.

A/N: This was written for @impala-dreamer ’s One Prompt for All Challenge. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.”




Three years had past since you last saw the Winchesters, it feels like a lifetime and for a hunter it kind of is. You three used to be inseparable until Dean pushed you way afraid that you would get hurt or killed because of them. He told you that he felt cursed, that seems so funny now.
You drove all night with the wind rushing through your hair to keep you awake, until you reached the motel that they were staying at. They needed your help because the case they are working on is at a women’s only day spa. The shopping center had been converted from an old hospital and a ghost had been scaring some of the customers. Luckily, the spirit hadn’t killed anyone yet. Dean told you that he and Sam had acted like a couple of gay guys to get access but there was no dice, the owners were adamant that their establishment was strictly women’s only for religious reasons. You chuckled to yourself at the thought of Dean in skinny jeans, and maybe some guy liner or better yet him holding Sammy’s hand. It only got funnier the more you thought about.

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