look at that awkward little smirk


Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 1,635

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Summery: Jughead and y/n get caught up in a heated moment by the lake


The heat radiated off my skin as I stepped out of the water onto the riverbank. There was a warm subtle breeze hitting my face as I join the others sat on a large rock, beer cans and food around us. The gang had decided to start off the new term at school on a high note so we all met up by the river for the day and had a couple of drinks. The group consisted of Archie, Betty, Kevin, Veronica, Jughead and myself.

We all sat round on the rock sharing laughs and making plans for our future summer together. Although some moments weren’t as perfect as others due to there still being tension between some members of the group. There was an ominous feeling about the day as we’d all pushed aside the Jason Blossom case to free our minds of the stress for one weekend.

I sigh and take in a deep breath of fresh air, feeling cold, refreshing water droplets spin down my back from my wet hair. I run my fingers through it to untangle the knots that had appeared. I look to my left to see Jughead awkwardly looking around unsure of what to do with himself. A look of slight discomfort contorted onto his features.

“You okay Juggie?” I ask him quietly not wanting to draw the attention of others. He just looks at me and shrugs, a solemn look about him.

“You gonna strip those clothes off for us Juggie” Veronica cheekily flirted towards the only one still fully dressed at the time. Jughead just scoffed and looked away biting back  “Are you gonna learn to keep your clothes on Veronica?” gaining awkward hisses and coughs from the others.

“That’s a little harsh isn’t Jug, considering it’s still basically summer, are you not planning on getting in the water with the rest of us later on then?” I ask him discreetly smirking his way.

“If it gets too hot then sure i’ll come in, but it’s not necessary for me to sit here half naked and be even more uncomfortable” he passive aggressively comments throwing his arms into the air.

We all just let out breathy laughs and go back to coordinating normal conversation. Not that any of us could really have a normal conversation as our minds had been constantly filled with the conspiracies towards Jason’s death.

“So Archie, how’s your music coming along?” Betty questions the red headed boy sat opposite us. “Yeah it’s good, I’m just really trying to throw myself into writing really, right enough of this sitting around, who wants to get in the water with me?” Archie suggests standing up, Betty, V and Kevin all stand up and follow Archie into the water, all smiles and laughs. I really did love my friends.

“You don’t have to sit here with me because you feel sorry for me you know?” Jughead suddenly snaps looking towards me. “I’m not staying with you because I feel sorry for you, I’m staying here because I enjoy your company dumb ass” I laugh and playfully shove the raven haired boy. He chuckles and grabs my hands to stop me from pushing him. Goose bumps travel up my arms as his hands come into contact with mine. I lean in towards him and let myself collapse in his lap, my head looking up at him, while our hands were still intertwined he fiddled with my fingers.

“I love the way you act around me, you’re just more free” I say looking up at his beautiful face. His green eyes catch mine and he smiles, Not something many people got to see very often, but I had always had the ability to bring it onto his face.

“Well that’s because I’m comfortable with you, I don’t have to pretend to like you it just comes naturally” there was a few minutes silence after his confession, where we just sat enjoying each others company listening to the sounds of our surroundings. You could hear the water splashing and our friends laughs were heard over the buzzing of the nature. It was a truly breathtaking moment in time.

“Do you think we should tell them?” I ask him quietly not wanting to spoil the atmosphere.

“Tell them what?” He replies dumbly knowing exactly what i was talking about, just then he let go of one of my hands and brushed it through my hair, making loops around his fingers with the locks.

“About us” I retort flatly, not taking his sarcasm to heart.

“meh, why do they need to know right now, I don’t care just as long as you’re happy, but not everyone has to know our business, let them just sit and ship us for a while longer” he breaths out.

“yeah it is kinda fun watching them freak out over the little things isn’t it” I giggle and look down at our still intertwined hands. Jug just smiles and nods down at me.

“Right” I sigh standing up and pulling him with me, “take your clothes off we’re going for a swim” He groans in distaste pulling a face but still he shrugs his shirt over his head, kicking off his shoes. I couldn’t help but stare at his body as he removed the layers of clothes. His slightly indented stomach sort of gleamed as the sun hit his skin. He was perfect to me, not completely ripped like Archie, he had a slightly toned lanky figure which suited him well. Once he was ready I lightly pushed him back yelling over my shoulder.

“Race you to the water” I giggle running ahead. It didn’t take long for him to catch up and we joined the others in the water.

“well look who decided to show up” V commented splashing water up at me. I let out a small screech as the cold water splashed up at my body, I just laughed and splashed her back. Bad move. We had started a splashing war between the group, everyone screaming and laughing kicked and thrashing in the water to get everyone wet.

Even Jughead joined in and genuinely looked happy, something that goes a long way in my eyes, I loved to see him happy and smiling, a nice difference from his usual grumpy disposition.

We all carried on messing around in the water for a matter of time, when Betty suggested taking a swim around the lake, Her and Archie swam off and Veronica and Kevin were heavily enthused in competing on ‘who can do the better handstand’

“You wanna take a walk?” Jughead nudges me, his arm comes up to my waist and he tugs me towards the river bank again. I ring out the water from my hair as we walk towards the rock where his clothes were. He just shimmies on his jeans and hands me his flannel shirt, I look up at him and smile, putting the flannel on over my body.

We walk through the forest into a more secluded area, talking about nothing in general. I stop to look at the scenery before us. You could still see the lake peaking through the trees, and sunlight streaking through the gaps of branches. Jughead pulls me towards him by my waist and presses his lips against mine briefly. he pushes his forehead onto mine and breathes out “Beautiful” raising a hand to my face he strokes my cheek, his rough thumb stroking over my bottom lip, I look up into his eyes and notice the contentment in them.

He leans down pressing his lips to mine again, harder than before, his grip around my waist subconsciously tightens. My arms sling around his neck, one hand coming into contact with his face the other falling to the back of his head grasping the wavy raven locks in between my dainty fingers.

He slowly starts to walk me backwards not breaking the kiss until my back hits a tree. Both of his hands now resided on my waist tugging at the shirt he had so graciously handed to me. Our lips moved roughly against each others, both of us pouring our passion into the other person. My hands slipped down from his neck and rested on his smooth chest. Jughead pressed himself closer against me our chests now flush together. I could feel the rough bark from the tree behind me digging into my back. Giving me a slight sensation while our lips were meshed together.

I captured his bottom lip in between my teeth and lightly sucked on it before returning my lips to his. His hands slid round my waist to my lower back where he pulls me closer into his, if that’s even possible. The closeness between us right now was why we enjoyed being with one another, the raw connection we both felt never hesitated to send shivers down my spine.

“Woah! what’s going on here then guys” We hear the smug comment from Veronica, causing us to pull away from each other in shock. she just laughs and shakes her head. “I knew something was going on between you two” and walks away yelling to the others that she had some “big news”

“Well i guess the cats out of the bag then” Jug smiled and looked down at me, still holding onto my waist.

“Do you want me to go and tell her not to say anything?” I enquire looking up to him shyly, not really caring we were caught.

“Nah, let them all see I’m a fool for you” he replies pressing his forehead to mine smiling down at me. I just smile and lean up to press my lips to his once more. This really couldn’t have been a more perfect day.

The Last Word

I was rewatching that episode of Community where Abed and Troy kept hitting each other with pillows because they didn’t want their friendship to be over, and I just kind of liked the idea of an argument stretching out ridiculously long just because 2 people don’t want to stop talking ^^

college AU.

read it here on AO3!

“Dean, this is Cas - Cas, Dean,” Jo said, calling over the thudding music in the bar where they were standing, propping up the bar. She had a hand on Dean’s shoulder, and she gave him a little shake. “I’ve been meaning to introduce you guys since forever. I just know you’re gonna get on great. Cas, Dean likes philosophy, and psychology - that kind of thing!”

“I’m, uh - an armchair philosopher at best,” Dean said, throwing Jo a look that said, as clearly as he could without words, don’t play me up too much. Cas, the guy standing in front of him, was quite clearly out of Dean’s league - tall, lean, with the looks of an Athenian hero and the expression of a Roman statue, chiselled and unsmiling. Dean took a hefty swig of his drink, and smiled charmingly.

Well, he thought, you never know until you’ve tried.

“So, are you a Freud or a Jung kind of guy?” he said. Jo clapped his shoulder and moved off, evidently satisfied with the opener and feeling as though her introductory duties were complete. Dean watched after her for a second as she went, taking her social skills with her.

It wasn’t that Dean was bad in social situations - it was only that when there was just him and an undeniably cute guy, things tended to get a little… flustered. Jo, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease, and good at smoothing over the stupid things his runaway mouth tended to say -

“You can go and talk to her instead,” said Cas, and Dean started and looked back at him guiltily. Cas’ expression was unreadable, watching him watch after Jo. “Please, feel no obligation to enjoy my company.”

Dean blinked. Cas raised his eyebrows.

“I’m, uh, I’m - uh,” Dean said, wrongfooted. “I was just -”

“And I think - Jung,” Cas said, cutting through his fumbling. “Freud’s theories are too rooted in misogyny and phobia to be of any interest beyond the influential and contextual, for me.”

Dean swallowed.

This is going great, said a little voice in his head.

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Dating Peter Parker would include

A/N: some cute follower requested this!! It made me so happy adsljskdj :) hope it’s good enough!! This ended up being pretty long, but I have so many more things that I wanted to add in here :( So probs at some point I’ll make a part two, if you guys want it :)

Dating Peter Parker would include:

Him being extremely awkward around you before you two started dating

  • Like you’d see him walking across the hallway 
  • And you’d give him a sweet smile and say hi to him
  • And he’d just stop walking, completely shocked
  • Because you were talking to him
  • And he’d try to act like he didn’t have a huge crush on you
  • Oh, h-hi… Hi, (Y/N)
  • And he’d try to look cool by leaning on the locker next to him
  • But it’d turn out to be not as close as he thought
  • So he’d probably fall over
  • And you’d help him get back up, slightly laughing
  • I’m s-sorry, oh my God I must look ridiculous right now. You must think I’m so dumb, oh my God-
  • And you’d just put your hand on your shoulder, which made him shut up and look at you in shock
  • It’s okay, Peter. I’m really clumsy, too.
  • He’d just laugh, relieved because you didn’t think he was dumb, or made fun of him.

One of these times he’d actually gain enough courage to ask you out

  • You’d happily accept, secretly nervous because you’d have a tiny little crush on him
  • And he’d be literally exploding with happiness
  • Because he got a date with the girl of his dreams
  • So you two would be having dinner when his phone went off
  • I’m so sorry, (Y/N), but I have to go. I promise I’ll make it up to you.
  • And he’d give you a kiss on the cheek before running off

So the next day at school, he approaches you, with a worried look on his face

  • I’m so sorry about last night. I hope you’re not mad. Although i would understand that. Are you mad? Oh my God, you totally are. I’m so sorry, I messed up, I-
  • I’m not mad, Pete.”
  • He’d stop his rant and give you the most surprised look ever.
  • You’re not?
  • Nah, I’m just worried. What happened? Is everything okay?
  • And he’d be still shocked because he stood you up on your first date and you weren’t angry at him, but asking is everything was okay.
  • So he quickly made something up, because he just couldn’t tell you that he was spider-man
  • Uh… Yeah, it’s just… Uh… My aunt got sick? Yeah, yeah, she got sick.
  • Okay… sounds fake but I’ll let it go, only because I actually like you and I would like to go out with you again.

Fast forward to like your third fourth date and he’s walking you home, the two of you holding hands

  • Hey, (Y/N)? I have to tell you something.
  • I have to tell you something too. On three?
  • So you’d count to three
  • I’m spider-man.” “I really like you.
  • YOU’RE WHAT?!” “You like me?
  • So you’d make him come to your room and tell you everything about being the spider-man
  • And after that there’d be this super awkward silence
  • So he’d just go “So… you like me?” with a cocky little smirk on his face
  • Oh, as if you hadn’t noticed, Parker.” 
  • You’d try to hide your embarrassment and your blushing cheeks
  • Which didn’t work
  • You’re cute when you blush.
  • So you’d blush even more
  • And Peter would just softly kiss you
  • And once he pulled back he’d have the most loving look on his eyes.
  • Will you be my girlfriend?
  • About damn time that you asked, Parker.
  • And you would just kiss him
  • Happy that you could finally call him your boyfriend
  • And he’d be over the moon as well, because he finally got to date the girl of his dreams
crossing the line | 02

genre ➝  teacher!au, college!au, smut
word count ➝  4.8k

part one. 

summary: Taehyung ran a hand through his hair and sighed, trying not to smirk as his mouth fell open, “Then you have to promise me something, Y/N,” he said, staring at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes that screamed pure lust, “You can’t tell anyone. You have to keep this between us.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Jungkook,” you whined, stretching out the vowels in his name as you sighed, “I thought you said you knew where we were going.” You added lightly, padding down the sidewalk just a couple blocks away from college as you let your pace quicken after his. 

Taking a second to slow down, he glanced back at you, “And I do,” he returned, his tone soft – almost sounding as if he was trying to calm you down, “Now come on.” He smiled as he gripped your wrist, surprising you a little as you froze but he merely yanked you from the slightly crowded sidewalk so you could scamper across to the other side of the street, just before a vehicle sped past you.

You were on your way to the shopping centre to get some new clothes for the new you. You wanted to reinvent yourself, to be completely bold – to feel super confident engaging in the unexpected. You could be whoever the hell you wanted to be as no one really knew you personally here, and that was the true beauty of this place. You didn’t want to be the lonely, quiet girl anymore and you sure as hell didn’t want to be shy and insecure anymore – you wanted to be the girl of Mr. Kim’s dreams.

You wanted him

Finally, your mind stopped wandering as Jungkook slyly laced your fingers together, causing you to spare a puzzled look down at your hands. You didn’t know what to make of it so you didn’t let go. Although it felt kinda weird, you were still sprinting quite fast and you merely brushed it off, shaking your head a little as he had quickly become your only close friend at the college.

Friends. That was all you were. 

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Call Boy Winwin (Winwin x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) AYYY WAZZZ UPPPPPP MY BABESSS!!!! I’m back and ready to make y’all bust A NUT! People said it wasn’t possible, Winwin, an angel, a precious baby, could never be a call boy. Well…listen up children: yOU CAN DO ANYTHING U SET UR MIND TO SO HERE WE ARE! I’m super proud of this one and happy how it turned out, so please ENJOY!!!

Originally posted by fairyprincewinwin

The popular cozy cafe was ridden with customers, leaving you squeezed in a corner on a fluffy cushion with your cup of tea in hand and balancing a book on your knee. Luckily you sat directly next to a big window, allowing you a view of the whole street, where fashionable young couples and groups of friends were strutting about hand in hand, arms looped together like destiny knots.

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All the broken hearts in the world still beat

Summary: Stiles totally needs to make Lydia Martin jealous. Yeah. And his best chance is to convince star lacrosse player Derek Hale to (fake) date him.

Notes: Just a silly high school AU! (On AO3)

Even though he was expecting the answer, it still hurts. He guesses that somewhere, deep down, he was still holding on to hope. But it hadn’t even been Lydia’s zero-hesitation no that had really been painful. It was what she’d said next.

“You’re just not desirable at all. If you can’t get anybody else in this school, what makes you think you can get me?” she’d said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “And I have a boyfriend, anyway.”

Then she’d walked away, leaving Stiles staring after her, feeling like he’d been stepped on. But little did she know: adversity just made him more determined. He was going to prove her wrong.

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When You’re Not Looking

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (Peter Parker x reader where they hate each other but Peter talks to her when he finds her crying one day? Maybe about her having depression? Thanks 💜)

Genre: Angst-ish
Warnings: Depression, Suicide kinda hinted at, Crying
A/N: I kind of drew ideas for this from my own experience with mental illness, so I hope it doesn’t offend anyone or come off as inappropriate.
A/N #2: Reader uses female pronouns and is a pyrokinetic

Originally posted by koenigreus

When Mr. Stark recruits a new teenager to the team, Peter doesn’t know how he feels about it. He thinks it’ll be cool having someone his age to work with, but then again, he was used to being Mr. Stark’s “star pupil”. What would happen now with someone new?

He was driving to the new Avengers building that he could never get used to with a random driver in the front. He was invited by Mr. Stark—more like forced, but he didn’t mind—to meet this new recruit. He was nervous but excited, not knowing what to expect. Mr. Stark didn’t give him much information, besides the fact that they were around his age. 

When they finally arrived, Peter got out of the car and breathed out a heavy breath of air. He was led inside by the driver because he still seemed to get so lost in the building, even after visiting multiple times. They arrived at a room he was familiar with, the training room. The driver opened the door for him and closed it behind him after Peter entered.

He was met with a strange sight. Tony stood on one end of the room in his Iron Man suit, and on the opposite end was a young-looking girl. She looked nice enough to Peter, a cold expression on her face that made her seem a bit intimidating. He was about to step onto the mat when her hands lit up in flames, and he gasped, stumbling back.

“Woah!” He yelled, backing up until he was almost pressed up against the door. 

The girl was you, and your eyebrows immediately furrowed when you heard a boy’s voice interrupt you as you were finally getting to where you wanted to be. Your head snapped to the right where Peter was standing, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Is this spider bite?” You asked, looking back at Tony to see him stepping out of the suit. 

“Why yes it is,” he said, a proud look on his face. Tony walked over to Peter, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Peter grinned nervously in response. On the inside, he was spitefully thinking, ‘Spider bite? Really?’

“Parker, this is (Y/N),” Tony said, motioning to you in front of him. You stuck your hand out for Peter to shake, but he simply stared at it. That same hand had just been on fire a few minutes prior. He wasn’t going to be touching it anytime soon. After a few moments of silence and him not moving, you slowly retracted your hand and moved it behind your back. 

“Anyways,” Tony said, breaking the awkward silence. “(Y/N) is gonna start training with us here. She’s got a room now- your room, actually.”

Peter’s head snapped up to look at Tony. “My room? Why my room?”

“You didn’t want it, remember?” He said, smirking lightly at Peter. You stared blankly as the two interacted.

“Yeah, but-” 

“No buts, Parker. It’s her room now. As you can see, she’s a pyrokinetic; she can form fire with her hands out of nothing, throw it around a little, all those fun things. She’s also trained in martial arts. I’m gonna need you to show her the ropes.”

“The ropes?” Both you and Peter asked simultaneously, but neither of you strayed your stares from Tony.

“Yes, the ropes. She’s gonna be going to your school, so-”

“My school?” Peter asked, bewildered. First his room, now his school? This seemed like too much for a recruit who had just arrived.

“Yes, Parker, your school. You feeling okay today? You seem to be asking a lot of questions- more than usual, and that’s saying something.”

Peter subtly pouted. Mr. Stark hadn’t been this condescending to him in a while. “You’re gonna have to show her around, show her how to be student by day and superhero by night. You know the gist.” Tony turned around towards the door, but Peter stopped him by speaking.

“How am I supposed to show her around if she’s living here?”

Tony looked at him as if he was stupid, and, if Peter was being honest, he hadn’t felt this unintelligent in a while. “There’re these things called cars, Parker. Look ‘em up,” he said, turning around and opening the door.

“Oh, and,” he added. You and Peter both looked at him expectantly. “A little fun fact,” he smiled wickedly. “She’s a few months younger than you. She’s officially bumped you out of the ‘youngest recruit’ spot,” and he turned around, swinging the door shut behind him.

Peter’s face dropped as the door slammed in his face. He was being replaced. He could feel it.

He didn’t take another look at you before opening the door and shutting it behind him himself.

“She’s completely replacing me, Ned! Mr. Stark totally did this on purpose,” Peter groaned to his best friend as they made their way through the crowded school hallways. They were walking towards the office where you were waiting for him to come “pick you up”, according to Tony’s words.

“Maybe he just wanted another person to train,” Ned shrugged, trying to reason with Peter.

“But it doesn’t make any sense! She gets my room-”

“It’s not your room if you don’t stay there.”

“And then my spot as the youngest recruit,” Peter continued on, ignoring Ned’s words. “And now my school! Like, she is just getting in the way of everything.”

They turned the corner to the office, and as Ned was about to respond, they heard a voice say,

“Hey, guys.”

Both their heads snapped towards where you stood in front of the office doors, and Peter’s eyes widened, knowing you had just heard his latest comment. The silence ensued until Ned took matters into his own hands and stuck out his hand.

“I’m Ned,” he said with a wide smile. You shook his hand and gave him a small smile, and you could see Peter staring blatantly as yours and Ned’s hands touched. When you let go, he let out a big breath.

“Let’s just go,” Peter muttered, turning around and expecting you to follow him. When Ned turned around to walk next to him, you followed behind the two of them, your smile immediately falling off of your face. “What’s your schedule?”

“Tony said it was the same as yours,” you replied and noticed Peter’s hands instantly form into fists. You looked away.

“Of course,” he said under his breath. You didn’t think you were supposed to hear him. You heard him. You followed them to their class and you were about to sit next to Peter until he pulled the chair away from you. “That’s Ned’s seat.”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed with his blatant dislike of you. “Fine,” you smirked, moving to stand right next to Peter. You stood over him, and he looked up at you confusedly. You shoved him from the chair, and you were thankful the room was empty so you wouldn’t get in trouble on your first day of school. You laughed when he let out a yelp, and you sat down on the stool he previously sat on. He caught himself on his hands and stood up swiftly. 

“Get out of my seat,” he said, eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched.

“Hm, no,” you replied, quirking an eyebrow at him. 

Ned stood back, watching the whole interaction with wide eyes. He watched as Peter looked down at the ground angrily before moving to sit behind you, and he watched as you turned your head to face the desk, smirk wiped from your face and instead replaced with a solemn look and a bitten lip.

“Mr. Stark, c’mon, this is completely unreasonable,” Peter laughed nervously, darting his eyes between his mentor and the wall. He didn’t look anywhere near where you were seated across the room.

“It’s not unreasonable. (Y/N) needs to be out in a real-life situation where she can use her abilities and learn how to help them grow. Tonight is the night, Parker. Don’t let her leave your sight,” Tony responded, standing from his chair and readying himself to leave the room.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you said, looking at Tony expectantly as he looked back at you. Peter kept his gaze trained on the table.

“I know that. But Parker does,” Peter’s head snapped up to look at Tony, an angry expression on his face.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Come on, kid. You should be used to my jokes by now,” Tony said, one eyebrow raised on his forehead as he walked past Peter and clapped him on the shoulder. 

“I can’t do my job well if I have to be watching her instead of the bad guys,” Peter replied, and Tony looked at him blankly. You stayed silent.

“Learn how to multitask, then,” were Tony’s last words before leaving the room.

“You better not mess this up,” Peter finally looked at you for the first time that day, and you tilted your head at him.

“I wasn’t planning on it. You, on the other hand,” you paused, dramatically sighing and shaking your head before standing from your chair and walking to the door. “I can’t be so sure.”

And you walked out of the room, leaving Peter alone with his thoughts. As you walked down the hallways you had since gotten used to after sleepless nights spent memorizing them, your confident expression fell from your face. You let your shoulders sag and your head tilt closer to the floor so now one could see your face, covered by your hair.

You let out a shaky breath as you made your way to your bedroom, or, as it had now been ingrained into your head Peter’s bedroom. You needed a long nap; you didn’t think you ever wanted to wake up from it.

“Where have you been?” Peter yelled at you as soon as he saw your figure arrive on the rooftop he had texted you to meet at. He was clad in his Spiderman suit, and you were in your special fireproof suit that Tony had made for you.

“Sorry, I overslept,” you replied, not adding any wit. You were too tired for that. 

Overslept?” Peter yelped, throwing his arms out to gesture to the view around you. “The city is counting on us!”

You looked to where he motioned to, and you knew the landscape was beautiful. You just couldn’t seem to find the energy in yourself to appreciate it.

“Calm down, spider bite,” you muttered, walking up to the edge of the building and preparing to jump. Tony added a flying feature to the suit, and you had yet to try it out yet. You figured this was a good a time as any. “Let’s go,” you said, and you jumped. You heard him yell from above you, but you payed no mind to him as you ordered the artificial intelligence to release the wings. You began to float in seconds when you felt a large rush of air from behind you, and you laughed as you hooked your arms in the loops Tony left for you to guide yourself with. 

You flew back up to the rooftop shakily, setting yourself down on the ground, and you realized Peter is no longer there until a few seconds later when he swings in front of you.

“What are you doing?!” He shrieked, ripping his mask off of his face to stare wide-eyed at you. “You could’ve died.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t,” you shrugged and commanded the wings to retreat again. They disappeared instantly.

“You can’t just go risking your life like that! That’s not how this works!”

“Sounds a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” You said, raising your own mask form your face to stare back at him.

He remained silent.

“I can’t wait until I don’t have to babysit you anymore,” he muttered, sliding his mask back on. You did the same so he couldn’t see the hurt etched across your face.

“Ditto,” you forced out, turning away from him. “Let’s just get this night over with. i don’t want to spend more time in your company than I have to.”

You heard Peter scoff, but it echoed in the air as you jumped off of the building again. Your wings released and you began to float again, but you almost wondered what would have happened if the wings hadn’t released.

Peter noticed you were especially quiet today at school. You looked tired with bags under your eyes and your sluggish walking. Your hair was frizzy and you kept your eyes trained on the ground, not looking up even when Peter tried to bicker with you.

“Why are you so quiet today?” He finally asked after your third class together. He figured you still needed his guidance around the halls, and it was the only reason he was still walking with you. Really. That’s the only reason why, he insisted to himself. 

“Just tired,” you replied, voice so soft that Peter was sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear you without his enhanced hearing.

“Well, uh,” he stumbled over his words, not used to you giving in to him so easily. “You better get that sorted out. You can’t be like this when we go on missions.”

You simply nodded. “Got it,” you said, just as soft. You didn’t turn to look at him, keeping your eyes on the ground still.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, but he kept silent the rest of the way to the classroom.

It’d been three weeks, and you were still acting quiet. Peter would try to start fights with you, try to instigate you in any way, waiting for the (Y/N) he knew to bark back at him as much as he did to you. But it never happened.

You would act normal if Tony was around, but otherwise, you stayed silent. You only replied with words if it was necessary, mostly sticking to nods and shakes of your head. Even when you did speak, it was in short, soft phrases that left Peter waiting for more.

“I don’t know where she is, Mr. Stark! I’ve looked everywhere!” Peter now exclaimed over the phone as he ran through the Avengers building, not knowing where else to look for you. You seemed to have run away, and he didn’t know what to do. He called out for you, yelled your name into multiple rooms and hallways, but he wasn’t sure if you would have even responded if you heard him. So he looked through every small space and every big space, and he had practically searched the whole building.

And he still couldn’t find you.

Tony was not being any help. At all. “I’m telling you she’s still there. I would have known if she left. Just keep looking,” he replied calmly.

“I’m telling you I’ve looked everywhere,” Peter said, and he was sure this is the most forward he’s ever been with his mentor. But he didn’t care. At this point, he was getting aggravated.

“Did you try the roof?” 

The silence left in response answered Tony’s question. 

“Check the roof,” he said, and then hung up.

Peter groaned and sighed at the same time, making his way to the elevator to take him to the top floor of the building. He waited impatiently even though the ride up took mere seconds. The elevator doors opened to a staircase, and he followed them, finding a set of doors at the top. He rushed through them, shouting your name as he made his way onto the roof.

The sight in front of him made him freeze. You were curled into the corner, leaning back against the short concrete wall bordering the rooftop. Your head was buried into your hands, but Peter could make out sobs. You were shaking violently. Peter didn’t know what to do.

He slowly and quietly made his way towards you; you didn’t seem to notice he was there until he was only a foot away from you and said your name softly. Your head whipped upwards in shock. Peter’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw your face, swollen and red and tears running down your face.

“Please leave,” your voice cracked when you spoke, and you rested your head back onto your knees so he wouldn’t see your face any longer. “Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, sitting down next to you and leaning back against the wall. He put an arm around your shoulders, letting you lean into him for comfort. You may not have been his favorite person on Earth, but he knew what it felt like to be so low, to feel like you’d never dig your way out of the hole you’re stuck in. 

You continued to sob. Peter watched you and rubbed your back until your breathing sounded even again. It took a while, but he sat there patiently comforting you, not caring about how long it would take.

“Sorry,” you muttered, eyes still wet, but no longer feeling so overwhelmed by everything. You wiped at your nose and cheeks, hiding your face from Peter still as you kept it tucked into his chest. He continued to rub your back, and you were surprised he didn’t pull away immediately after you stopped sobbing. You weren’t sure you had ever witnessed him being this kind until now.

“Don’t be sorry,” he replied softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You chuckled bitterly, dropping your hands into your lap and staring absentmindedly. “That’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time,” Peter said, surprising you. 

So you told him your story. You rambled on and on about how your parents had abandoned you when they discovered your powers five years ago, how you felt like you didn’t belong anywhere, so you put up a cold front to keep people from getting close to you. But you never liked to fight. You never liked to be rude to people, you confessed to him, but it was an automatic defense mechanism that always made people think you were a bitch.

“You’re not a bitch,” he added in at this point. “At least, not really,” he joked, and when you laughed brightly and he could feel the vibration of it in his chest, he smiled in response.

You told him how you’d find yourself being sad more often than not, and not having the motivation to do anything. Because what was the point? 

And then Tony came into your life last year. He took you in, broke you out of your automatic habit of being rude to anyone who even looked your way, and he cared for you. That was the most important. 

He helped you control your powers and he taught you how you could use them for helping instead of destructing. But still, you were sad. You had no motivation. You just wanted to stay in bed all day and sleep, but when you tried to, sleep would never come. So you’d walk around by yourself. That was when you’d find the loneliness creep in.

But even if you were in a crowded room of people, you said to him, you would never feel more alone than at that moment.

It was silent for a few minutes after you had finished speaking. His arm was still around your shoulders and your head still rested on his chest. His chin was on top of your head, leaning against it. It was a nice moment. 

Peter found himself enjoying your presence, and you with his.

“I think,” he said, breaking the silence, but with a quiet voice. “Maybe Tony could get you some help. Or if you don’t want him knowing, then I can research some people. Maybe they can, I don’t know, make you feel better isn’t the right way of saying it. Help you?”

A warm feeling began to form in your chest. Maybe it was joy that someone other than Tony was showing you compassion, or the fact that it was Peter—the boy who had been so hostile to you these past few months that you had known him for; but to be fair, you weren’t so nice to him either.

“I’m just tired of being so sad all the time,” you whispered in response, worried that your voice would crack if you spoke any louder.

Peter stayed silent, rubbing your back again to comfort you some more, almost as though he could feel that you needed it. 

And as the two of you stayed on the roof the rest of the night, watching the sky fade into different colors as the sun set, with your head still resting on his chest, you knew you had made a new friend today in Peter Parker. 

And you were glad.

Alright, I’m not really sure how I’m feeling about this one, so please let me know if you guys thought it was okay. Also, if you’d like to be added to a forever tag list, then let me know! Requests are open :)


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Now There’s Your Pickup Line

Sterek, 2K, T

AU, First Kiss, New Year’s Eve

Prompted from the screenshot of that cop on Tinder with the bio: “Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance.”

Derek shut the door behind him with a sigh and sat down on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him. He hated parties, and he was pissed that Laura had dragged him to the New Year’s Eve one she was hosting at her apartment. She did a really good guilt trip, though, so Derek was there. And now, he was curious how long it would take her to realize that he was hiding in her closet. He was hoping for at least a 20-minute break away from the endless small talk.

He pulled out his phone and swiped idly through the app screens, hovering his thumb over the little flame icon. Laura had created a Tinder account for him a few weeks ago—very much against his wishes—but he’d only been on it a couple times, and he’d never swiped right for anyone. He’d never really done the online dating thing; it just hadn’t really appealed to him. It seemed to encourage quick decisions based just on someone’s looks, and well…Derek had enough of that already.

He was bored, though, so he opened the app and immediately swiped left, wincing at the cheesy shirtless mirror shot of the first guy that popped up. Derek swiped left again, for a girl whose bio just said NO DRAMA, and then couldn’t hold in the little snort at the bio of the next guy. “Ever shouted Fuck the Police? Well, here’s your chance.

Derek’s gaze drifted up to the photo, and he swallowed hard. This guy, Stiles, what kind of name was that, was seriously attractive. He was really working the cop uniform in the first photo, all broad smile and bright eyes. Probably taken at the pride parade, if the crowd behind him and the rainbow flag were any indication.

Derek swiped through the rest of the pictures—one of him with a dog, one of him shirtless on a beach, one of him playing what looked like a pickup baseball game—and audibly exhaled. He was definitely Derek’s type, tall and lean with broad shoulders. Before he could talk himself out of it, he swiped right. The app notified him of a match, and Derek couldn’t stop the little inward preen at the thought of this guy swiping right on him, too.

He ran with this foreign streak of courage and tapped the message button.

That is the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard.

Derek had no idea what the typical messaging etiquette was on Tinder, but Stiles replied just a minute later.

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Stuff like this happens to me too, so I’ve learned to ignore it as well. But if it were these guys…

Warning: Slightly NSFW? The moments in themselves are very fluffy…

-Ad Bloo~



  • Depth Perception is the WORST when you only have one eye.
  • You guys were about to  head out together to a fancy dinner, when he noticed you were wearing the necklace he had bought for your anniversary.
  • It was a simple gold chain with a bejeweled star pendant not completely real but pretty dang expensive
  • It warmed his heart that you were wearing it; he reached out to you to inspect the pendant a bit more properly.
  • …only to miss by a couple inches.
  • His fingers grazed the top of your breasts and even slipped into a bit of the cleavage It was a classy dress so it wasn’t too much or anything
  • ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY
  • His hand immediately flew away and both of you turned away from each other.
  • He was still bowing and vehemently apologizing to you; this poor boy was so worried that you would think he’s a creep.
  • But you shyly said that you… really didn’t mind it so much as you fidgeted with the skirt of your dress.
  • His head nearly exploded at that. “Wait- you- I- what?”
  • You giggled at his stammering and pulled him away to your reservation for the night.


  • You were sitting on a desk, in your cami and shorts, settling some papers.
  • Jaehee insisted that she help as well, but you wanted to do them yourself.
  • She brought you a cup of coffee to keep you alert.
  • When she came back to take the cup back, she chuckled when she saw you in the exact same position she left you in.
  • Except you had fallen asleep with your head propped up on your hand.
  • even with the coffee….
  • You had finished the drink, and put it beside you at a place Jaehee couldn’t reach very easily.
  • Careful not to disturb, she maneuvered her hand to finally grab the mug.
  • However, while pulling out, her arm grazed your breasts…
  • She stiffened as you shuffled a bit, but otherwise resumed your nap.
  • When she successfully procured the cup, she quickly made her escape.
  • The slamming of the door woke you up
  • She slid down the wall beside the door, heart racing at what had just happened.
  • For the next few days, she couldn’t look at you in the eye, and you were supremely confused, but let it be.


  • You both had finally gone on your very first date. And it was going great so far.
  • The amusement park is always one of the best places.
  • As you very eagerly wandered around from store to store, Zen couldn’t help but notice that you were attracting quite a few eyes.
  • He ‘casually’ draped an arm around your shoulders and glared at the other men who were looking.
  • When he was finally done with the others, he noticed that you had suddenly gone quiet.
  • He lowered himself to your head level to ask whats wrong, you being short and all.
  • You shyly pointed to his hand, which was very closely hovering over your right breast…
  • He immediately straightened up and pulled away super quickly.
  • “I’m so sorry! You should have told me earlier!!! Argh! And when I was trying my best to protect you too.”
  • He was so ashamed of himself, and so had put quite a bit of distance between you two.
  • Pouting, you come closer to him and rest his arm on your waist.
  • His heart raced at your boldness, and the happiness was restored as he pulled you even closer.


  • Finally with Vanderwood’s permission and Saeran agreeing to house-sit, he could finally take you out on a long drive today.
  • You were amused by just how eager he was to take you out.
  • You finally get to ride on one of my babies.
  • This boy is so eager, he all but pushed you into the passenger seat.
  • He then jumps into his own driver’s seat and starts the car, only to have it beep at the both of them for not wearing seatbelts.
  • Now, on a normal day, he would ignore it or just wouldn’t have forgotten.
  • But today, he ain’t having it.
  • He gets up on his seat and reaches over to your side to buckle your seat belt for you.
  • But then, he topples all over you because he wasn’t very balanced when he was doing it.
  • He tries to steady himself by pushing against the car seat… but he accidentally gropes you chest in the process.
  • Before you could push him away, he jumps out and settles on his own seat.
  • Poor boy can’t look at you in the face now; he’s simply sits there as you adjust yourself.
  • You wanted to yell at him, but it looked like he was already beating himself up for it, so you let it pass.
  • It doesn’t take him too long to be his cheery self again, but he is definitely more careful now.


  • It’s canon that this dude has a play Gray station and a Xbox Zet Box in the penthouse.
  • You would probably convince him to play it with you at least once a week.
  • Both of you like the more interactive games than the ones that don’t require moving around.
  • But we all know he is terrible with technology. If the vending machine wasn’t proof enough…
  • So whenever it is his turn, he’s frantically waving around the remote, trying to get the game to sense it.
  • You have to hold back your laughter at this adorable frustration.
  • He refuses to take any help from you though.
  • One time, he actually got so engrossed, he couldn’t tell his actions had gotten wilder.
  • So when his hand swiped through something soft at his side, he froze at the foreign feeling.
  • He turned to find you protectively covering your chest with your arms.
  • Putting two and two together, he set the controller aside and calmly apologized.
  • You chuckled awkwardly, saying that it’s okay since it was accident.
  • Nodding, he excused himself to the bedroom, saying that he had some work to look at.
  • But as soon as the door closed behind him, both of you turn super super embarrassed and try to calm yourselves down.


  • Would you believe me if I said that this happens a lot more than you think?
  • In fact, it is how your first meeting went.
  • Jumin introduced you to him at the RFA party.
  • But he may have forgotten to give him an idea about your height.
  • So when he outstretched his had to shake yours, you were shook when he was reaching towards your chest
  • Thankfully he stopped moments before contact, so you warily shake his hand.
  • Later on, you give him a pretty good idea about your height so that he doesn’t do it.
  • But sometimes you swear that he does it on purpose around the house.
  • The only proof you have that they are truly accidents is when his ears turn an adorable shade of red every time he realizes.
  • No matter how suavely he tries to ignore it or apologizes, his ears always give him away.


  • Twas a cold winter night, and the two of you were watching a movie under a large quilt on the sofa.
  • Saeyoung wanted to join you guys too, but Saeran hissed and glared at his brother until he finally gave up.
  • You both kept adjusting and readjusting your positions until finally Saeran had an arm linked to yours and settled comfortably on your shoulder.
  • Okay, so maybe the movie was bit too bland for his taste; his head kept bobbing as he dozed on and off.
  • In the middle, he fell asleep and his head slipped away from your shoulder.
  • Groggily, he set himself back on what he thought was your shoulder; admiring how soft it suddenly became.
  • When he did this, you abruptly tore your attention away from the screen, watching Saeran peacefully snooze on your chest.
  • You were freaking out, not knowing how to move him without waking him up…
  • But instead, you smooth his hair and pet him softly, smiling at the sight in front of you.
  • You jumped and shrieked a little, turning your head to see Saeyoung smirking at you both from his door.
  • Saeran’s eyes popped open, and upon realizing where he was, immediately jumped away from you.
  • You both yelled at Seven until he finally went back to his room.
  • “You wanna watch something else?” “I’ll choose this time.”

The thing with Saeran happened with my baby bro; he snuggled up to my side while I was doing homework. I didn’t realize he was asleep until I tried to get up. Since he was only four, it wasn’t as awkward as it could have been. XDD

The Jacket

Originally posted by v-writings

Fandom: Marvel/Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: N/A

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Bucky’s jacket is warm and it’s always there. You can’t be blamed for wearing it all the time.

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2.3k of 12.11 coda. spoilers, duh. angst, episode content, etc. it’s sad but there’s a happy ending. (ao3)

He can’t take his eyes off of his reflection. He’s crying but he’s not really sure why.

There’s something… he’s forgetting something. Everything? Something.

Dean wipes his face off and splashes water on it, a vague sense of deja vu overtaking him. He feels - he doesn’t know how to describe it. Something’s wrong, very wrong, but he’s not sure what.

He leans forward to rest his forehead on the wall and feels something in his front pocket hit the sink. 

He pulls it out hoping it’ll have a clue or a hint what he’s forgetting. 

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Not Happy

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Requested by anonymous:

“ahhh i loved spider-man homecoming!! could you do a peter parker oneshot where the reader is tony’s daughter and she wanted to stay at the tower while they packed it all up because her room was still pretty well put together and peter goes to the tower every night to be with her. if you’re comfortable with writing it, they’re like hardcore making out but Happy and Tony come in and oh boy spider-man gotta skedaddle😂😂 thanks so much!! <3″

Warnings: Fluff, light language, Stark!reader

Notes: I know Stark!reader has been done so many times but the cannon is too good not to write sorry not sorry. Also this is pretty short but still cute hehe. 

You didn’t want to leave the Avengers tower and you most definitely did not want to move upstate. 

That was no secret to anyone, mainly because you complained about it at any window of opportunity - no matter how slim of an opportunity it was.

It was a secret however, as to why you didn’t want to move.

Ok, well no one knew it was a secret. Everyone especially your dad thought it was because you were moving away from the hustle and bustle of the city which you actually loved, and that was part of it so you weren’t technically lying to your dad.

But the real reason came in the form of none other than your dad’s protege, the spiderling himself.

Peter god damn Parker.

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Jughead & Reader: Can’t Take it Anymore

Summary: You and Jughead agreed to have a little fun together while remaining friends. While you were ready for a relationship with him, he didn’t think it’d be a good idea. As friends with benefits, the two of you take dates to a friend’s party. When he sees you with your date, he realizes he can’t control his jealousy anymore.

Listen to: Curveballs - The Wombats

The lights were dim, the door was locked, and the only sound you could hear was the moan escaping Jughead’s lips and the sound of your heart pounding in your chest. Your shoulders dragged against the sheets, pulling them out of place while your fingers tangled in his hair. He was kissing your neck, sending chills down your spine from the way his lips felt against your warm skin.

Everything was perfect… until your phone rang. 

“Jughead,” you whispered, grabbing hold of his hair and pulling him away from your neck. 

He looked at you, slightly out of breath. “Ignore it,” he told you. 

You rolled your eyes before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing your phone. It was Archie. You sat up in bed, pulled the covers to your chest, then answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” Archie said. “Do you have a minute?”

Jughead could hear Archie through the phone and he gave you a look. He wanted to continue kissing like you were before but you were curious as to why Archie would call. You pushed Jughead away when he tried to kiss your neck again. “Yeah, what’s up?” You asked. 

“Betty’s having a little party at her house tomorrow. I think it’s just a little barbecue or something, but I was just wondering if you wanted to go?”

You looked at Jughead and saw he was staring at you curiously. “With you?” You asked, just to clarify. 

Archie laughed. “Yeah, with me. Is that okay?”

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word count: 2270

a/n: this is a collab with @versigny and a couple other authors! also, this is my first time writing for another group, so please go on easy on me ( ´△`)

|| What starts with F and ends with Uck?

> Fratboy! Mark [NCT]


Originally posted by asilentkkaebsong

Y/N had never really been to a party, let alone one held at a mansion as expensive as this. There wasn’t as many people as she anticipated, but that wasn’t a problem at all. Whoever owned this house must’ve had some sort of trust fund – marble floors with columns holding up the second floor paired with an east and west wing.

How luxurious.

There was even an indoor – and heated – swimming pool in the back. Some people had gone to the back to drink and wade in the water. Y/N had been dragged to this party by her group of friends, but at the same time, she wanted to experience a nice house party at least once in her life.

It was obvious who ran this party – they all wore similar styles of clothing and everyone seemed to fawn over them. Y/N could only recognize a few, like the blond boy named Mark and his friend Johnny. It was rare to see the group of boys ever separate. The lights were dimmed and the music was loud, the crowd of people in the first floor just swaying and mingling. The signature red Solo cup was in almost everyone’s hands – everyone except Y/N.

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Something Different | Jeff Atkins x Reader

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Warning: smut


A/N: Dear Readers, I apologize for any delays of my writing- since I am moving houses it is quite difficult to focus on any stories at the moment, your patience is kindly noted. Thank you. xx

- The Egyptian cotton sheets felt like heaven against my bare skin, another heavenly feeling were his hands caressing my thigh as he kissed me with passion and pure love.

He stood in front of me, bare back and bare chested- I couldn’t help but admire every inch of his skin in sight, all of his figure and flaws that were perfection to me, his lips parted as he stared down at my body and I gazed upon him hungrily as I undressed him with my eyes.

I took in every detail to his appearance; his roughed up hair, his beautiful blue eyes that might seem brown certain times, his plumped up lips, his sharp jawline and not to even mention his bulking biceps and muscular physique but what really caught my full attention were his shorts that hung loosely around his torso whilst revealing his V line and the surface to his intimate part were slightly visible; I could tell he wasn’t wearing boxers underneath his shorts.

“Are you going to sit there and gawk?” His voice deepening and he gained my attention as my eyes shifted from his crotch area to his eyes, those wonderful eyes. I bit my lip in response and I saw how his face turned from amused to lustful.

“You know what that does to me” he gestures over to my teeth gripping my bottom lip.

“I do.” I cockily responded and repeated my action once more.

“Cocky huh?” He raises an eyebrow.

I felt his huge hands wrap around my ankle and he pulled me closer to his body only to flip me around so that my bare ass were in full sight to him.

“I’m giving you one chance to apologize for being cocky” his tone sounding serious.

Instead I just giggled at the fact that he was trying to be dominant. I felt a sting on my backside as the palm of his hands were met with my skin causing a loud clap to echo through our bedroom.

“Apologize” he spoke through gritted teeth. “Sorry Mr. Atkins.”

I giggled in between those words, mostly because I felt a little awkward. “Now was that so hard?” He smirked and stood up once again but this time he walked away without another word.

So he’s really gonna play hard to get? I will not cave although he’s looking extremely hot. I must admit I am aroused by his sudden want to dominate but I will play the same game and see who wins.

“I will not touch you until you beg me to.” He whispered in a deep tone which caused chills to run up and down my spine.

“I have never seen this side of you before but I must let you know that you are the one who needs to beg for it” a smirk tugged on my lips as we made eye contact for what felt like forever.

I’ve attempted to seduce him but it seems that I’ve been failing; I tried to touch his sweet spots but only to find him pulling away instead of giving in, I’ve tried grinding up against him but failed to get him to react and I’ve also tried to strip for him but it only strived him to play hard to get even more.

At this point I was very aroused and not in the mood for games anymore and so I gave him what he wanted.

I am lost; he’s not playing fair.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please what?” His expression seemed calm.

“Touch me.” My voice shaky.

“Where, baby?” He smirked He’s extremely close, his scent was intoxicating as I reached to grab his hand but he seemed to have taken a step back from me.

“No, no” he chides

“What?” My eyes wide and alarmed

“No” he spoke those words once more

“Not at all?” The sound of longing could not be repressed from my voice.

All I earned from him was a smile and a faint chuckle. I took a step toward him, and he steps back, holding up his hands in defense, but his smile lingered on his plump lips.

“Shall we have dinner” he spoke up.

“Sure” I rolled my eyes and I know he noticed for the way his jaw clenched and released.

He had decided to cook for tonight because I was in no mood to do so. I watched as his biceps flexed with the flip of our steaks being cooked, I admired the sweat glistening and sliding down his abs and making their way down to the waist band of his shorts while the sweat stains the fabric, I watched him with intensive care as he chopped up the veggies and watching how his hands were skilled with any utensils or any object. I bit my lip in frustration to his rejection to fuck.

“What’s for dessert after?” He asked whilst wiping away the bids of sweating gliding down his forehead and neck.

“Vanilla ice-cream.. like the way you are in bed” I muttered the last part under my breath and made it barely audible so I was the only one who could hear it but I was very wrong, seemed like he head my snide remark.

“Oh. Is that so?” He laughed a devilish laugh.

I have a feeling wrenching deep in the pit of my stomach that I will be paying for my comment later. We ate our dinner silently without a conversation, I was a bit upset with him but also I had nothing to say.

He broke our silence “Well?” He asks.

“Well what?” My lips parted to take slow breaths.

“Ready for dessert?” He smirked and I had an idea of what might happen.

“Indeed I am” I responded.

He took the carton of vanilla ice-cream and grabbed only one spoon as he gestured over to our shared bedroom. I made sure to grab the champagne as I followed behind him, my body bare, the only visible fabric held against my skin were my bra and laced underwear.

“What now?” I asked curious to know what he had planned in his vicious little mind.

I saw him lick his lips as he stepped closer toward me until his scent made its way into my nostrils, I loved his musty scent - was always a a turn on.

“Kiss me” I whisper

“Where?” He smiled

“You know where” I whimpered


I felt embarrassed to tell him the part I ached for him the most and all I could manage to do was point towards the apex of my thighs, and he had a wicked grin spread across his face.

“With pleasure” he smirked

I closed my eyes with absolute arousal as he kissed me and unleashed his talented tongue. I groaned and fist my hand into his smooth hair. He did not stop, I could feel his tongue circling around my clit, driving me completely insane. “Jeff, please,” I begged- I know I caved and I begged him.

The feeling was overwhelming as I stood up, I felt my legs giving up to the feeling that tied up into my stomach- I know I was close and I don’t think I would have the strength to cum whilst standing up.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.” I panted.

As soon as those words left my mouth, I noticed how his pupils had dilated and the lust was prominent in his eyes- I knew what was about to come. He did not stop his sweet , exquisite torture. I moaned very loud, as usual.

“Jeff… . Please” I begged once more. He stood up and gazed upon me and his lips glistened with the evidence of my extreme arousal.

“Undress me” he spoke as he wiped away my arousal.

I dropped to my knees and kneeled before him as I undid the button of his shorts and pulled down his zipper in one quick motion, I couldn’t contain my eagerness as his shorts were sliding down his legs and he stepped out of them. I peeked up at him through my lashes and he was staring down at me. I grabbed his, now, free member and squeezed him tightly- pushing my hands up and down his shaft. He groans and tenses, and his breath hisses through gritted teeth. With care I brought my lips closer to his tip and gave it a soft kiss before letting him slide into my mouth and suck- hard. He tastes good.

“Mmm… Gently, baby.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, and I push him deeper into my mouth, pressing my lips together as much as I can, sheathing my teeth as sucking hard. I peeked once more and noticed his head tossed back in pleasure, his breathing became uneven and his lips parted.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

His godlike moan had an effect on me as I felt my arousal grow with every sound and profanities that escaped his lips. Soon enough my lips became to cramp up and so I stopped my actions and noticed how disappointed he seemed.

“Take off your bra,” he orders.

I sit up and do as I am told- I am enjoying his dominant side today. I was pushed onto the bed as he spread my legs and stood up to gaze down at me, I paid attention to his every move- he licked his lips once again as he took the carton of ice-cream and the spoon in the other hand as he scrapped up some of the frozen vanilla milk and scooped it up as he brought it between my thighs and spread the ice-cream on my clit. The coldness felt awkward against my crotch but I shrugged it off.

“Pain can sometimes inflict pleasure” he smirked Scooping more of the ice-cream as he made dollops on each side of my nipples, I tossed my head back in pleasure as I felt him lick dessert off my body and I couldn’t have felt more aroused in my entire life.

I brought the champagne up to my lips and gulped down a few as I watched him eat me. “I want you inside me” my voice shaky and cracking as I attempted to speak with the pleasure coursing throughout my body.

“Mmmm” he murmurs between eating me out.

He pulls away and hovers above me, my legs already spread. His eyes never left mine as he sinks inside me with a deliciously, yet torturing slow pace. I close my eyes, relishing the fullness. His pace was slow and yet he was slamming deep and rough inside me, my toes curled up in excitement that left me wanting more. I could feel every movement, I could feel his thickness and I could feel his every length as he buried himself inside of me. Instinctively tilting my pelvis to meet his, I groaned at the friction of him slamming against my clit, sending me to a whole other dimension. My fingers found their way to his silken unruly hair, and he moved slowly and roughly inside of me.

“God. . Faster, Jeff, faster.” I let out in between moans. He gazes down at me in triumph as if he was waiting for those words to leave my lips as he kisses me hard and then really starts to move- a punishing and relentless pace that drove me over the edge and closer to my orgasm. The constant attention to my sweet spot had caused my clit to become sensitive and so with every thrust of his skin meeting my clit had sent me to climax. He sets a pounding rhythm as my legs tenses beneath him.

“You want to cum baby?” He gasps My response were heavy and loud moans that couldn’t stop escaping my mouth.

“Cum on my dick baby” His words are my undoing, and I explode, amazingly, mind-numbingly, and he follows as he called out my name.

“Oh fuck Y/N!”

He collapses on top of me, his head buried in my neck as our breathing had started to even itself.


You were a person of many talents, but the one thing you could never conquer was the act of lying. That was why you prided yourself on being as honest as possible, but there came certain times where you had to give lying a try no matter how bad you were at it. 

“Good morning, everyone…” You hummed as you made your way down the stairs to see the dining room table already set up with place mats and dishes. Y/F/N had planned a brunch for the gang but unfortunately forgot to pay her gas bill so she had no way of cooking - Which explained why everyone was at your place instead. On a typical Sunday, you liked to sleep in and laze about all day, so the idea of waking up for a brunch wasn’t exactly making you go crazy. At least you were getting to eat free food. 

“There you are, lazy. Was wondering when you’d finally come down.” Y/F/N walked out with a stack of pancakes before setting them down on the table and wiping her hands on her apron. “Go on and take a seat. Your place is right across from Harry.” She pointed to the name card sitting neatly on your plate. 

“Why can’t I sit next to you instead?” 

It wasn’t like you hated Harry. Even though he was a dick to you and called you names and poked fun at you whenever he had the chance, you didn’t hate hate him. …What were you saying? Of course you hated him! You never knew why everyone thought he was so charming and sweet - He was a prick and you would give anything in the world to kick him right where the sun didn’t shine. With that being said… how exactly did you end up hooking up with him last night?

The details were blurry, but you remembered the gist of it. You remembered the feeling of his body pushing you up against your own front door. You remembered the feeling of his hands sliding down your back as he unzipped your dress. You remembered the feeling of his lips pressed against your neck while he thrust- 

“Because I spent a whole lotta time making those name cards, so you’re sitting where your name is placed.” You huffed when Y/F/N gestured to the seat again before you stomped over and plopped yourself down. You had kicked Harry out this morning after discovering him snoozing away next to you, (and you had forgotten there was a brunch happening) so seeing him literally an hour after you kicked him out was a tiny bit awkward. It would be fine! You just had to deal with him for a couple hours and then he’d be out of your hair. 

“Woah, what happened to you?” Liam asked, leaning forward a little to look at your neck. 

“What are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow, instinctively reaching up to brush your fingers over your neck. 

“Someone got a little frisky last night, it looks like.” Harry cut in, your eyes flickering up to his. Immediately, your face scrunched into a small frown at the sight of his cocky smirk. “I wonder with who, though?” He hummed, raising his bottle to take a sip of water. “I’m sure you had a great time considering the number of hickeys he gave yeh. Are you sore too? You looked like you had trouble coming down the stairs.” This was why you didn’t want to ever get involved with Harry, but of course, drunk Y/N just had to take him home with her. He was usually cocky, but because he knew your guys’ night was well spent, he was ten times cockier. 

“I don’t remember his name. I do remember the sex was sloppy and only lasted three minutes. Not to mention, his mouth was like a bloody hoover. By the time he got in me, he practically turned into a jackhammer. Worst sex of my life.” You shrugged, glancing over at Harry to gage his reaction. His face had gone red and he looked like he wanted to murder you. You were lying, obviously, because the sex was amazing. But you’d never let him know that. 

“Ooh, yikes. That sucks. At least it’s over now, right?” Niall snorted, grimacing slightly. “What’s the matter wit’ you, Harry? You’ve gone all red.” 

“The sex was great and you know it!” Harry blurted out, your eyes widening slightly when the whole room went quiet. Well, there went your chance of hoping nobody would find out you hooked up with Harry. You had no choice but to own it. Yes, you had sex with Harry. Yes, it was great. But again - You’d never let him know that, for fear that his head would explode if you added to his already giant ego. 

“…Alright, Mr. Hoover-mouth. Whatever you say.” 


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A Little Too Long

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Nothing??

It’s been almost a year since you’ve been on a date. When Steve offers to take you out just to make you feel better, you don’t realize just what this might stir up for the two of you.

A/N: I wrote this for @rileyloves5 as she needs some cheering up, and Steve fluff is always a guarantee.

“I need some good places for tonight.” Buck looks up from his phone as he comes into the living room where you and the team are strewn about, playing on your phones, reading the paper, watching a random TV movie. You’re in one of the chairs legs over the armrest, back against the other.

“Depends what do you have in mind.” Tony looks up from his paper.

“I think I want to, you know, woo her.” Buck shrugs.

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Exo, SHINee x you having a wet dream ❖ Reaction

Xiumin -

he would be shy at first because he knows he’s the subject of your wet dream but then he’d wake you up and he’d be so proud about it and he’d make you blush saying things like

“i must be very hot to make you moan that way, in your sleep!”

Originally posted by xiaonancii96

Suho -

he would be beyond proud of himself for making you wet in a dream, maybe even a little bit embarrassed but it would quickly be replaced by pride and him being all sweet and full of himself, no teasing tho. and then he would wake you up with neck kisses

“goodmorning jagi, having a wonderful dream, aren’t we?”

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

Lay -

super super shy and embarrassed when he wakes you up from your wet dream but still manages to shower you in kisses, he’d be also very grateful cause you were dreaming of him aw

“aw Y/N do you need me to bring you some napkins?”

Originally posted by justforluhan

Baekhyun -

after he wakes you up expect a shit ton of teasing, he’d be the loudest little bitch about it, he’d be very full of himself all day long but still he’d shower you with attentions and very wide grins

“just wait until the others know this”

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Chen -

slow, passionate MORNING SEX !! he’d be smiley all day long, constantly reminding you that he made your dream into reality and calling himself a hero for that

“but I am better that the dream, right?”

Originally posted by mydearchenchual

Chanyeol -

aw blush blush blush, he’d wake you up with kisses and breakfast in bed and he would gift you one of his wide, perfect smiles with shiny eyes,, a little bit of teasing as he loves seeing your red cheeks, which would bring to you throwing your pillow at him

“you looked so hot, babe. dreaming about me, all needy and sweaty- OUCH!”

Originally posted by sehunnified

(sorry I needed to put this gif lmao)

D.O. - 

he would take a moment to be proud of himself but when you’d wake up all red and flustered he’d be very calm and collected, smiling at you and snuggling his face in the crook of your neck from your cuteness

“don’t worry baby, it happens to me too”

Originally posted by theonly-vagina-kyungsoo-will-fuk

Kai -

he’d be all flustered, mumbling and rambling about random things to distract you from the embarrassment he reads in your eyes,, but deep inside he’s all smiley and bubbly cause his baby was dreaming about him

“your face looks like a strawberry now, but I love strawberries so-”

Originally posted by kyungception

Sehun -

he’d be shy at first, but waking you up to pull you into a make out session because “that’s what you need”, he’d be reminding you about it all day long with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a side smirk

“I always knew I was the man of your dreams”

Originally posted by blissful-reveries

Onew -

he’d wake you up with a soft smile and he’d suggest taking a shower together and he’d take care of you with breakfast in bed and lots of hugs, he’d be a little teasing, giving you side looks and little smirks knowing you’d be awkward about it

“aw look at you babe! you’re so red aW”

Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78

Jonghyun -

he’d tease you all day long, get used to it,, he’d be very smiley and beyond full of himself, constantly telling you how proud he was

“my baby is so so cute aw, Y/N loves me lots”

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Key -

expect wide wide smiles and jokes about what happened, after he wakes you up he’d shower in you in kisses and takes you out to take breakfast as you like it

“aw don’t worry baby, it’s normal. I mean I know I’m pretty hot so-”

Originally posted by herewegobebe

Minho -

he’d be very proud of himself, waking you up softly and laughing when he sees your embarrassed expression, he’d be very sweet, no teasing and a lot of cuteness and cuddles 

“glad to know you dream about me this way baby, I thought I was the only one”

Taemin -

he can’t get over how hot you looked while moaning his name in your sleep, he’d wake you up with neck kisses, slightly shy but still teasing you a little bit and smirking non-stop

“you looked so hot, baby. do I really make you feel this way?”

(gif not mine, credit to the owners)

ugh I’m sorry this is so late, I had  major data problems (especially with the gif downloading process) + the camping wifi only works at night time cause no one’s using it lol

but anyway I hope you enjoy it, it was fun to think about all their unique personalities and write this !

thank you so much for requesting !!

until next time I send love b y e 

- neb

Cosa Nostra (Pt. 5)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?



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You awoke to three quick raps on your bedroom door, startling you out of your comfortable sleep. After staring at the door for a moment, you untangled yourself from your bedsheets and shuffled your way toward the door, too sleepy to give a second thought about your appearance. ‘Who the hell would be knocking at my door?’ You thought as you reached for the doorknob, ‘I doubt that Yoongi would go out of his way to come to my room, unless he sent someone to fetch me.’

Your question was answered as you opened the door to reveal Seokjin and Hoseok, both giving you dazzling smiles as you looked at them questioningly, “Um, hi guys, do you…need something?”

Seokjin cleared his throat before saying, “Yoongi listened to your…grievances, and has decided to let you leave the mansion of your own accord, whenever you want.”

“That’s only if you let us tag along though, (Y/n),” Hoseok added, “It would be way too risky to let you go out by yourself.”

You stared blankly at them for a moment before replying, “So Yoongi has just assigned me babysitters, huh? This is definitely not what I fucking wanted…”

The two men looked at each other before shrugging, “I’m sorry, (Y/n), but rules are rules,” Jin said, giving you an apologetic look. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. As much as you wanted to get mad, you couldn’t find it in yourself do so. It wasn’t fair to blame Hoseok and Seokjin, they were only doing their jobs, and probably wanted to babysit you as little as you wanted to be babysat.

“Okay, fine, I understand. Since I can go out and do whatever I want though, we’re going shopping. I need some cooler clothes since it’s only getting hotter outside. You two…wait here I guess, I’ll be ready in like 30 minutes or so.” Without waiting for their response, you closed your door and let out a puff of air. Shopping with two guys glued to your side was going to be awkward as hell, but you truly did need to get more summery clothes so you weren’t sweating it out in long sleeves.

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Mr. Blue-Eyes

Summary: Did I ever tell you about the good looking guy I met on the train? No? Well, gather around children. Imma tell y’all an embarrassing story that actually happened as described in this little one shot. Except the good looking guy wasn’t actually Bucky. But a girl can dream, right? (In case anyone understands German, my friend showed me this song by Cro after telling her my story. It fits perfectly.)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (AU)

Warnings: Clumsiness, general awkwardness, shy reader, smirking Bucky

Words: 1502

A/N: This is unedited and only written for fun. There will be mistakes and they are all my own. I just wanted to tell a silly story from my life in hopes of making my friends smile. @buckyywiththegoodhair , @bovaria , @brighterlights , @winchestersnco

Originally posted by unlucky--bucky

It is a typical Thursday. You are on your way to your parents’ house for a long weekend away from the stress university provided to a weekend filled with family. It is your aunt’s birthday on Saturday, which means the whole family is gathering for coffee and cake in the afternoon and a BBQ in the evening. You could look forward to a day filled with your uncle’s questionable worldviews, your grandma’s constant nagging about finding a husband and having children and your brother-in-law’s general awfulness. Nonetheless, you do look forward to getting away for a couple of days so you pack your bag on Thursday morning and leave your place to go on the three hour train ride to your hometown.  

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