look out for these jerks


Playing with a lazer and a cat – Voltron level

WELL, @klanced made me do this sketch ; and then @loveanimationfan came up with this idea and…

Here is the Lance & Blue comic I promised !
Omg I spent way too much time on this …
I really LOVE to draw Lance & Blue <3 My fav paladin & Lion.
(And yes, Paladins playing with their lions would be the cutest thing.)
(I will definitely draw more lion stuff.)

[ 00 - 01 - … - Halloween special - christmas special ]

Find You (Part 3)

Summary: Bucky has moved into a new apartment, not knowing that its previous tenant thinks they still live there. And he’s the only one that can see them.

Word Count: 1,215

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this very short third part! Let me know :D Things are about to get even better, I promise!

Originally posted by sebjpeg

Bucky kept his promise to you, getting up early the next morning and sitting down with you at his dining room table. Slowly chewing on his cereal, he looks at you and quirks a brow.

“Do you remember what happened before you woke up in my bathroom?”

You narrow your eyes at him, not missing the different pronunciation when it came to him declaring whose bathroom it was. Yet, your mind tries to travel further back than you crying in the bathroom, and you come up blank.

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omg can I please ask for a scenario of law and his female s/o having their first real huge fight? like he may say something hurtful and she’s just like… no longer smiling and usually really silent. no longer sleeping by his side. small stuff changes and it makes a huge difference. could it please have a fluffy ending? thank you very much!

A/N: So, turns out I wrote a hella lot and this is with 3k words my longest scenario… I hope you enjoy this, thank you for requesting!! (fluffy law anon this is for you too! Enjoy my dear!) 🌺

Law & his s/o fight + fluffy ending

It wasn’t the first time you felt uncomfortable on the submarine, but it definitely was the first time you had felt lonely. Negative thoughts kept scratching against the back of your mind, making you feel worse by the second. You couldn’t even go and tell someone about your worries, because the reason of your worries, the person who had broken your very heart was the captain of the submarine. But, of course, he was even worse; he was your boyfriend. Or at least he used to be, you’re weren’t so sure anymore.

You stare at the bowl of soup in front of you, barely registering what was going on around you. It was like a blur, figures kept walking, voices kept echoing but your thoughts? They stayed the same.

Again and again his words were ringing through your head, making fresh tears burn in your vision. You really couldn’t believe it, all this time you thought he was the one who wanted you to be a part of the crew, but after your fight? You sigh.

You remind yourself of a while ago; you sitting on a bench back at home, far far away from the sea when Law had asked you.

“Are you crazy?”, you had said, laughing without any humour in it. “I can’t join you, don’t be ridiculous.” You stood up, ready to leave him and this conversation, go back to home, when a hand on yours stopped you.

“What’s holding you back?”, he had asked. “Tell me. I promise you, I will give you a better reason. ”

“It’s me.” You turned around and stared at the man with dark hair in front of you. His eyes had something in them, something that lulled you deeper into him, no matter how hard you tried not to. “I am not made for the life as a pirate, Law. I will only be a burden for your crew, honestly- it’s a stupid idea.”

“A burden? You?”, he frowned, as if he was the one to be insulted. “You’re already a part of us, Y/N. I saw the way you acted with the others, they already love you. You can’t deny it.”

You gulped. “And you? What about you?”

He let go of your hand. “My feelings for you are…”, he had stared at the ground, but you still caught a glimpse of his eyes, how they seemed to be getting darker. But you might have only imagined that. “I will tell you another time.”

So you had joined his crew, without any experience in fighting, any knowledge of the sea- just a heart throbbing at the sight of your captain. It was careless of you, it was even careless of Law to do something as dumb as that, but he still believed in you. He thought you would be able to handle it, he was sure you could handle the life as a pirate.

You really tried your best the first few weeks, but, well, it was harder than expected. You really had no talent in the kitchen, cutting your fingers way more than the vegetables in front of you. You also had no talent at navigation. You tried it once and Bepo was very willing to help you, but you really just couldn’t. You had no idea what to do and every time the bear tried to teach you, it would become a mess in your head and everything seemed to break.

Night after Night your feet would drag you towards Law’s room, where he listened patiently to your complaints about yourself. Every night he would tell you the same.“Don’t worry too much.” or “You’ll find something, I’m sure.” or, your favorite: “Some things take time, Y/N. I still believe in you.” You would think it would get boring and unbelievable after some time, but it wasn’t like that. Law knew how to make you feel better, he knew how to make you smile again. He wanted to be with you as much as you wanted to be with him. Or at least, he used to.

The sound of your chair scratching against the floor cut through the small dining room. A few heads turned towards you, but nothing else happened. You figured, staring at your food would not make you any more hungry and just sitting would not get you anything. It would only take a seat for someone else, the last thing you wanted.

You walk out the room, when you see Penguin stop in front of you, a concerned look on his face. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You tried to smile, you really did, but you knew it looked fake. “I’m perfect, no need to worry.” You tried to sound as happy as possible, but you sounded horrible. Hoarse voice, barely loud enough to listen to and just all in all, devastated.

“Are you sure?” You nodded and walked around him, not wanting to stay in this situation any longer. I might have been rude, but you really had no mind for that. You could hear him mumble something behind you, something along the lines of: “Well, alright then. ”

As soon as you left the others, your gaze shifted towards the clock a few metres away from you.

The ticking made you feel nauseous. It was mocking you, you were sure of it. The ticking, the damn ticking, the same sounds you had heard in Law’s room a week ago.

It was before everything went downhill, it was before you found out the truth about how he really felt.

You walk towards your room, and open the familiar door, that lead you to an unfamiliar room. After the fight of you both, you had decided to stay in your own room. The nights, where you shared his bed, shared your secrets and shared your heart were over.

You huffed. He didn’t even check on you after you had left his room, not even a day after, not even two days, hell, not even a week after!

You didn’t see him once this week and even though it hurt, you knew it would hurt more if you saw him.

The mirror caught your reflection as you walked towards your bed. You glanced at it but regretted it as soon as your eyes landed on it. Dark circles were seated under your eyes, which were red and puffy- a sight, that made you laugh humorless. With those dark circles you almost looked like him.

You let yourself fall down on your bed, staring at the ceiling in silence. Minutes pass and soon, your mind wandered back to a week ago.

“So you broke it?”, he had asked you, after you had told him about your disappointing day yet again. It was embarrassing for you to tell him, but now that he asked you another time, it was even worse.

“Well… kind of.”, you mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

You were seated on a chair a feet away from him, fiddling with your fingers nervously. His gaze was on some papers, but you still felt like a child getting scolded by their parents.

“What do you mean with ‘kind of’? Is it broken, yes or no?”, he had asked with an annoyed undertone, making you look up to him. That was unfamiliar.

Normally, he would grin at it, maybe tease you a bit, but he never reacted to you like this. You could feel yourself become hurt, but mostly, you felt angry. You did not WANT the thing to break.

“It’s not working anymore, so yeah, it is broken. ”, you frowned. The both of you were talking about some medicine thing Law had in his room. Earlier you had decided to help one of your crewmates tidy up a bit of Law’s utensils, but of course, you broke one as soon as you touched it.

“Nice job, Y/N. You could have been at least a bit careful. ”, he closed his eyes and shook his head, obviously irritated by your actions. “You don’t even know how important that was.”

You stared at him for a few seconds, speechless. Was he being really serious right now?

“Do you think I wanted that to happen? It was an accident, Law.” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry, but you have a hundred of those things.”

“No, I don’t, Y/N.”, he said angrily. He glanced at you once and let out a long breath.

You grabbed the chair tightly, “What the hell is your problem, Law?”

He turned around in his chair, mustering you for a second and sighed. Nothing else happened, but you felt like that was already enough.

“So I’m your problem? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“I never said that, Y/N.”

You took a deep breath, you had to calm down. It was kind of your fault after all, right? You broke the thing. Not him.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.”, so you relaxed again and tried your best to keep calm, but it got even worse.

“What are you going to try now? You tried everything already: kitchen, navigation… you even tried to help me. ”, he whispered and scribbled something into one of his books.

“Don’t know, I might ask one of the crew to help me learn fighting. Might be a smart decision…”, you played with your own fingers again.

He huffed. “As if.”

“Excuse me?”

“As if that will work.”, he stared at you for a quick second. “You can’t fight. It will take ages.” Then, he whispered something to himself, something he probably didn’t want you to hear, but you still managed to get every word, loud and clear:

“You can’t do anything right, anyways.”

You were furious, insulted and hurt. “What the hell, Law!”

You stood up from your chair, not able to hold it back any longer.

“You were the one who wanted me to be a part of your crew! You were the one, who said all this stuff about me fitting into the crew! It was you, Law, do you remember?”, you yelled. You didn’t knew what had come to him, you didn’t knew what was going on and especially, you didn’t knew how to handle the situation. “Law, I don’t know what your problem really is, but either say it now or stop acting like a jerk!”

He turned around in his chair, glaring at you. “Just stop it, Y/N.”

“No, I won’t stop. Tell me, why did you want me to be a part of your crew, if I’m so useless?”

Tears were forming in your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them show. It would make everything worse, you were sure.

“I wanted you to be a part of the crew, because that’s where I thought you belongedd. And I still do, it’s just a bit-.”

“A bit what?”, you yelled again, voice louder than before. You were sure the whole crew could heard the two of you, but you couldn’t care less. “Tell me.”

“Nevermind, Y/N.”

“Are you serious? Nevermind, Y/N?” You sighed and pushed a hand though your hair, still staring at your boyfriend with wet eyes. “Do you regret asking me to join your crew?” This time, your voice was almost silent.

He huffed. “Just stop it now.”

“Answer me.”

He stared at you for a long second, then he turned around and took the book back in his hand.

“So, you do?”

Fresh tears flow down your cheeks at the memory. You still remember how you had felt in that moment. You never knew that sentence, one simple sentence could break your heart into many, many pieces.

You turn around in your bed and stare at the blank wall. Your normally comfortable bed felt like a bed made of ice cold bricks now, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care at all. Soon, everything went quiet. You figured, it must have been late, but you still didn’t move an inch, you don’t think you could, even if you wanted.

You felt stupid. Look at you now, laying somewhere crying, god knows where, under the the sea, without anyone to talk to. You weren’t welcome anymore, you felt it.

Again and again his answer echoed through your mind.

“With this drama right now, you won’t like my answer.”

You grab your blanket and hide underneath it, wishing to be invisible for the rest of your life.

Where would you go? What would you do? And something you had asked yourself everyday after the fight: Will you sneak out as soon as you go on land? Will you go back home?
You dry your tears with your blanket, still hiding underneath it.

Suddenly, a knock on your door cuts through the room, startling you. For a second, you get scared, but then you just decided to act like you are asleep. You didn’t want to talk to  anyone, no matter who it was.

Seconds pass, the knocking came another time, but again, you stayed quiet.

Then, you hear the door open slowly and quiet footsteps echo through your room.You freeze, you know who this was. It was just the feeling, it was the feeling of him and you were right, it really was your Captain.

“Y/N?”, he asks quietly. Law stood in the middle of your room and stared at your hiding figure underneath the blanket. “Are you awake?”


You don’t even care how you must look like. You would leave him and the crew anyways, so why bother? You tried your best to look like you were asleep, you even tried to breath evenly.

Law walks closer to your figure and for a second, you think he will put the blanket down and expose your tears covered face, but he didn’t. He simply sat down at the end of your bed, careful not to touch you.

“Y/N, listen, ”

You grimace. You were asleep, why didn’t he just leave? You were not interested in talking to him, you sure as hell were not interested in getting your heart broken another time.

“I’m sorry, that I only come now. I should have come earlier, I should have stopped you as soon as you walked out, but I didn’t. I regret my behavior Y/N. I know, nothing can excuse this, but I want you to know; I am sorry.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, after everything he had said last week… he still had the guts to lie at you?

“Everything I said was not true, you can do a lot of things, Y/N, believe me. I don’t know why I said that.”

Unbelievable. You did not believe a word. He probably wasn’t even affected by the fight anyways. He probably still looks the same as always, still hands-. You cursed in your head. You need to stop, you need to get a grip on yourself.

“I take my answer back, I do not regret asking you to join the crew. It was one of the best decisions for all of us. You bring happiness to all of our crew, you make us keep going, you make me keep going, when I don’t want to.”

His voice was weak, as if he had trouble getting them out and honestly, you could feel your heart ache. Was he telling the truth? You didn’t know anymore. You stay hidden underneath the blanket and don’t make a sound.

“Y/N, please forgive me.”

You bite your lip, heart aching even more. He sounded heartbroken, or at least as heartbroken, as Law could get. You knew it was a huge step for him to say those things, he never had his way with words and was the more silent one of you two. Confused, you were confused.

You could hear him sigh. “I know you’re not asleep.”

You froze again. Suddenly, everything felt tense. Slowly, you pulled the blanket down and sat up, staring into the face of the man, that had broken your heart seven days ago. He had, as expected, dark circles and to your very surprise, a faint color of red was swimming in his eyes, something no one else really could notice, but not you. You had stared too many nights into these very eyes, you knew them like the back of your hand.

“You hurt me.”, was the first thing you said, voice trembling. “You really did, Law.”

He nodded and glanced at the blanket. “I know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Ever so slowly, he took your hand into his, squeezing them lightly. His hands were ice cold while yours were warm, it was the complete difference, but for some reason it fit perfectly. This was how it was supposed to be.

“Did you really mean what you just said? With me… making you guys happy?”, you knew you sounded pathetic, needing to hear him say those things another time. But you couldn’t help it, you had to, you just had to.

“I promise you, it’s the truth. You don’t even know how much you affect us, you might not be very good in certain things, like the kitchen… or cleaning…. or-”

“Okay, I got it.”

“I’m sorry. What I’m trying to say is that you don’t need to be good at them, because you being with us is already enough. Being with me, putting up with me is more than enough.” He was out of character, out of the character of Trafalgar Law the pirate but he was your Law, he was your very Law, the moody, silent, nerdy and negative Law. The man you had fallen in love with. “And I…”

He had visible troubles saying the next thing, suddenly scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I… loveyou.”, he mumbled fast.

You smile and squeeze his hand in delight. “And I love you, Law. I’m sorry for fucking up all the time.”

He shakes his head and grabs your head, pushing you towards him in a heartbeat. You find yourself in his chest, inhaling his scent and you can feel your heart gluing back together. He kissed the top of your head not once, not twice, three times. The both of you stay in this position for a while, just enjoying the missed company, when you hear voices muffled through the wall.

“Is everything okay now?” - “I don’t know, they’re not talking anymore!” - “Shhh, be quiet!” - “I don’t want them to fight anymore!!” - “Bepo, stop crying!” - “Thwey cwan’t bweak up!” - “Shhh! Stop it or else- oh, oh my god, where is this blue light coming from?! Bepo this is your fault!!” And then the wailing intensifies.

Someone Like Me

Summary:  A bad date and a bad night for the reader take a turn for the better thanks to Sam.

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word Count:  1348

Warnings:  smut (fingering, unprotected sex), fluff

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble for my lovely friend @arryn-nyxx but Sam decided to take his time.  I love you Arryn!

This is unbeta’d all mistakes are mine alone.

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending


You slip into the bunker, hoping that Sam and Dean are otherwise occupied and you’ll be able to make it to your room unnoticed.  Unfortunately this night is determined to fuck you and Sam is sitting in the library, head buried in a book, when you walk in.

“Hey, Y/N.”  He looks up, dimples popping out as he smiles.  “How’d the date go?”

Stupid, handsome jerk, you think to yourself.  Why does he have to be so handsome and happy to see me?  He should only be this happy to see me if he thought of me as a woman and not a sister.  Ok, my mood is definitely in the bad territory, better get to my room before I say something I’ll regret.

“Fine,” you mumble, quickly continuing down the hall.

You’re praying he’ll go back to whatever he was reading, but his footsteps sound behind you as he calls for you.

“Hey, Y/N, wait up.”

“I’m really tired, Sam,” you say, keeping your head down.

He reaches you then, the scent of sandalwood and mint filling your nose.  You sigh inwardly, if only you could find someone like him, but there is no one like him.

He crooks his finger under your chin so you have to look at him and when your eyes meet his, his face falls.  His smile is gone, replaced by a furrowed brow, concern darkening his hazel eyes.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”  You try to look down, but his finger keeps your chin up.

“Red-rimmed eyes isn’t nothing, Y/N.  What happened?”

You spin, crossing the doorway to your room with Sam at your heels.  He closes the door behind him as you sink down onto your bed.

“Can we talk about this later?  I just want to curl up and go to sleep.”

“Did the date go that badly?  I thought you were thinking about breaking up with him?”

“I was.  But he broke up with me,” you sniff.

“Then…”  The bed sinks as he sits next to you.

“The rejection still hurts, Sam.  Even if I didn’t want to be with him.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Why can’t I just find someone already?  What’s wrong with me?  Either I like them and they don’t like me or they like me and I don’t like them.  I give up!”  You throw your hands up in exasperation; you’re nothing if not dramatic.  Why can’t I find someone like you?  And you really want to say it out loud.  You’d jump at the chance to be with him.  You know he doesn’t feel that way about you, but it doesn’t stop a little piece of you from hoping.

“Maybe you just need to look at people you haven’t thought about before.”

“What do you mean?  Like who?”

“Like me.”

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In An Instant (M)

Originally posted by jinkooks

Summary: Dancing around each other for years, both you and Yoongi have resigned to stay friends, never knowing the others feelings for each other. However, an impulsive decision from Jin might finally push you two together. Yoongi really shouldn’t have trusted Jin with his phone. BFF!Yoongi, College AU.

Members: Yoongi, ft. Jin being a true bro

Word Count: 6.5k

Warning: Smut

A/N: Okay so, I don’t know if anyone else’s university/school has this but there’s a FB/Instagram account for my school where you send in a message for your crush anonymously and the account publishes it for you, sometimes with a picture and the whole thing just made wheels turn in my head so now here we are.

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Colour Soulmate AU - Jughead X OC

[A/N: Finally I’m back! However not with the stuff you wanted or asked for, I am a terrible writer. This is a little rough around the edges but hey-ho! 

Okay so this is going to be an anthology series of different pairings (any and all pairings) finding their soulmates and I’m going to be using a multitude of different soulmate tropes! Starting with the soulmate AU, I apologise that this is really wordy but I had to get in all the different elements of what a soulmate consists of. I also plan on probably keeping each post as a one-shot which is maybe a little mean but I kind of like how I ended this one, let me know what you think! Also American readers please excuse my English-isms.]

Word Count: 1895

The sleepy town of Riverdale was illuminated with lights and colours, Pop’s Chok-Lit-Shoppe flashed a warm neon red, reflecting against the hoods of the cars that sat parked outside in the cold dark chill. The words Twilight Drive-In sat prettily against a dark blue backdrop held above the rusting letters ‘Closing Soon’, the abandoned sign creaked under the pressure of a strong wind that struck it heavily. The large Town Hall stood proudly painted in the freshest of lemon colours, the shadows of the night illuminated the deceitful corruption that lay hidden behind the closed doors.

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😏Piercing Theories [Part 1] (Ethan x Reader)

Summary:  Ethan owns a tattoo and piercing shop and a girl comes in asking to get her nipples pierced and so he says yes and as he’s doing it he gets hard cause she’s super flirty and touchy and sexual about the piercings and once they are done he wants her to come to his house after the piercings have healed so about 2 weeks later she goes over and he fucks her and plays with her piercings a lot and just super rough with lots of dirty talk?  Maybe when she goes in to get them pierced she can say something like “i heard that a girl can cum just by playing with her nipples after they get pierced” and he just kinda brushes it off but then when she goes over to his house he’s like “why don’t we find out the answer to your question sweetheart” and then makes her cum just by that then fucks her

Warnings: TEASING


Originally posted by punishmedolans

I walked into Dolans Piercings as I saw no one was at the front desk. I peered around the corner and still I didn’t see anyone. “Hey I’m here for a piercing!” I hollered into the empty tattoo shop. Just then a guy from the back walks down the hall towards me. He was wearing a black tank top which showed off his sleeves of tattoo. He smirked at me letting out a chuckle. I was 

“Well I hope you’re not here for cookies. That’s across the street.” He let out a laugh at his own joke, but I didn’t laugh. “What can I pierce for you princess? Are we wanting a nose stud or belly button?” He asked with a chuckle. I raised my eyebrow in shock at his statement. “Gotta match your sorority sisters right?” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Actually I already have my belly button pierced along with my nose. I even have three tattoos believe it or not. I actually came here to get my nipples pierced thank you very much. Can you do that for me or will you get too flustered?” I teased as he raised an eyebrow at me.

Originally posted by thedolangifs

“Excuse me?” He asked in a deep gruff voice. I smirked knowing exactly what was happening. He was getting frustrated. I handed him my ID as he scanned it in. “Alright second room on the right. Do you know your left and rights princess?” He smirked as he felt clever.
“Yeah and I know I would swipe left on you and right on your brother.” I chuckled as I knew his twin brother and him ran the shop. I went into the room as I waited for the guy to walk in. I took my shirt off revealing my red pushup bra. I checked myself out in the mirror as I arched my back in different angles to try and get my best look. I looked towards the door as someone walked into the room.
“Okay Y/N?” The guy wasn’t the one in the front. “Oh I’m sorry.” He apologized after seeing me in my bra. I quickly hunched over awkwardly as I heard a voice boom.
“Gray! I’m piercing her! You’re piercing a navel down the hall!” I heard Ethan snap as Gray chuckled awkwardly.
“Sorry about this. I think your new piercings will look good though.” Ethan then jerked Gray’s shoulder back out of the doorway and pointed down the hall. I chuckled as Ethan walked into the room and slammed the door.
“Unbelievable sometimes I swear.” Ethan huffed which made me laugh. “Okay let me look at your nipples.” He said with a smirk. I straightened my back.

“Would you like to unhook my bra for me?” I asked smiling innocently. He cocked an eyebrow at me with a smirk. I chuckled as his hand went behind my back with one hand and unhooked my bra. I placed my hands on the cups to keep my bra over my breast.

“Take it off.” I slowly slid my bra down my shoulders revealing my bare breasts. He looked up at me with a smirk. “I take it you’re a 34 B?” He smirks which I scoffed. He let out a chuckle as his fingers came up and pinched my nipples hard. I winced but he didn’t care. He rolled my right nipple in between his fingers as he stared at me intently.

“You know I heard you can make a girl cum just by playing with her nipples after she gets them pierced.” I watched as his jaw tightened to which I smiled. “Do you know if that’s true or not? I mean my ex could never make me cum at all. Most nights he would do crazy things, but he could never make me cum. Actually no guy ever has.” I admitted as he dotted my nipple with the small purple marker.

“H-How does that look?” He asked handing me a mirror to make sure they were even.

“Hmm I like it. It looks kinda hot. What do you think?” I asked biting my lip which caught his attention. His hands grabbed my hips tightly, but quickly released as he let out a grunt.

“They look damn good. And if you want we can test your theory. Breathe in.” I inhaled deeply as I felt the needle break the skin of my nipple. I let out a shaky breath to which Ethan smiled. He screwed the ball on as he bit his bottom lip. “Now as I was saying.” Ethan trails off as he rolls my other nipple in between his fingers again. This time felt different as I felt a shock go throughout my body. I threw my head back as I felt Ethan’s pinch tighten.

“Ugh Ethan.” I moaned to which Ethan stood up. I felt my nipple grow harder.

“Lie down. I can’t sit down to pierce this or else I will explode.” I chuckled at the effect I had on him. I lied back gently against the cold metal table. He flicked my nipple which made my head rise. “Earlier what I meant about testing your theory is breathe.” I inhaled deeply as the needle broke skin again. I jumped in shock, but Ethan held me down. He screwed the ball on as he sat me up. “Nipple piercings take about two to four weeks to heal. Come to this address when they have healed and aren’t too sensitive. Then I’ll make you cum by playing with your nipples.” He handed me a sticky note with an address.

“How do you know I want you to test the idea? Maybe I want it to remain a mystery.” I smirked to which Ethan leaned into my ear.

“Trust me sweetheart, you want me to make you cum.” His warm breath sent shivers down my spine. “I’ll see you in two weeks. Remember to soak them in non iodized sea salt.” He smiled as he tossed me my bra.

“How much do I owe you? Like 70?” I hooked my bra on as I slipped my shirt back on.

“No trust me. We’re even. See you in two weeks sweetheart. This of this as a science experiment. A hypothesis if you will.” I gave him a puzzled look. “A hypothesis is an ‘if, then’ statement. If I play with your nipples, then I will make you cum.” I rolled my eyes as I noticed Ethan had a tent in his pants,

“And if I keep teasing you then you’ll have blue balls to the max right?” I chuckled to which he nodded.

“Sorry I can’t control myself when I have a beautiful bare breasted woman sitting on a table in front of me making sexual comments every chance she gets.” He huffed which I giggled. “They look good by the way.” He smiled.

“Thanks and well I’m not exactly leaving all hot and bothered. See you in two weeks.” I smiled as I walked out of his piercing room to see Grayson smirking.

“Hey.” He smiled shyly.

“Hey Grayson! Do you want to seem them?” They look really good according to your brother.” I started to pull my shirt off as Grayson stared at me.

“No one gets to see them except me Y/N.” Ethan snapped which was strange. He sounded extremely serious which threw me off guard. His eyebrows furrowed as I slipped my shirt back down.

“It’s fine Y/N. I believe they look nice and I’ve pierced plenty of nipples. Don’t forget to soak them.” He chuckled which I nodded. Ethan stood up and leaned against the door frame to which I saw his body was covered in tattoos.

“See you in two weeks Y/N.” He smirked as he walked pass me, of course his hand grazed my ass and he gave a firm squeeze.

Part 2

cat!Tony naps a hell of a lot more than regular Tony, but he also naps lighter.

“Go get Tony or we’re going to be late,” Steve sighed, rolling his eyes, and straightened his tie.

“’s not my fault you didn’t keep an eye on him and let him fall asleep,” Bucky complained, but walked over to the couch to wake Tony anyway. He reached out to touch Tony’s shoulder.

Tony jerked awake. “Prbbbt?” He looked around, appearing confused, then yawned widely, fangs flashing. He turned his head and smiled when he saw Bucky gaping at him. “Hey, Buckaroo. What’s up?”

Bucky continued to stare for a long moment before he finally managed to blurt out, “Steve says it’s time to go.”

“Oh, okay.” Tony hummed, throwing his arms over his head in a long, languid stretch.

Bucky turned quickly, because if he watched Tony too long he was gonna wanna manhandle him and Tony hated it when his shirts were wrinkled before they went out. He frowned when he found Steve on his hands and knees on the floor. He looked like he was trembling.

“Steve?” Tony asked in concern. “You okay?”

“Help,” Steve said, leaning down further to press his forehead to the floor. “That was so cute. I can’t go on. Just fucking leave me.”

Tony frowned. “…What?”

“Yeah, it was pretty adorable,” Bucky admitted.

“What was?” Tony asked, looking up at him. “What was adorable?”

“If I tell you, you’re just going to make fun of us.” Bucky reached down to grab Steve by the biceps and drag him to his feet. “Come on, Steve.”

“Natasha,” Steve whispered. “Natasha, watch this.”

Natasha looked up from her book, scowling. “What?”

“Are you watching?” Steve whispered, and when she rolled her eyes and nodded, he reached out to brush the back of his hand over Tony’s cheek. “Tony, wake up.”

Tony jerked awake. “Prbbt!” He looked around, then yawned, reaching up to scrub at his eyes. “Hmm what?”

Natasha clutched at her chest, stunned silent.

“Sorry, I thought I had a question for you, but I answered it myself,” Steve said, looking honestly apologetic.

“Oh. Well, I’m glad someone answered your question.” Tony wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, standing. “I’m hungry.”

Steve watched him leave, then spun back to face Natasha, eyes bright and tail wagging. “Can you believe that?!”

Natasha looked offended. “What the fuck he never did that when I was spying on him!”

“So you mean Bucky and I saw it first?!” Steve asked gleefully. “It was so cute. I almost died.”

“…That… that’s something you’re proud of?” Natasha asked after a moment in disbelief.

Steve shrugged. “Not gonna be ashamed of findin’ my fella cute.”

“You disgust me. Get away from me before I shoot you.”

Steve held his hands up, still smiling, and left.

“And if you had just–Stark!” Fury barked when he noticed Tony asleep in his suit.

Tony jerked awake. “Prrbt?!”

“Holy shit,” Clint breathed.

“What the fuck made you think you could fall asleep during debrief?!” Fury shouted.

Tony blinked at him. “…I was bored so I fell asleep.”

Fury looked like he might seriously be considering shooting him.

Steve and Bucky couldn’t understand why Fury was not weak to Tony’s ‘prrbt’ because even Coulson looked a little stunned.

Tony was snoring.

Steve shoved his head under a pillow and muttered to himself. Tony so rarely snored, usually only when he was deep asleep. He tried to let him sleep, because he obviously needed it–

“Tony, you’re snoring,” Bucky grumbled, reaching out to shove him.

Tony grumbled quietly and rolled over. “Prrrt?” He rumbled quietly, then frowned. “Mm. Sorry. I’ll just get up th–”

“No, fuck that, fuck you, you’re staying here,” Steve answered immediately, wrapping around him and holding him tight.

“What the fuck is with you guys,” Tony muttered, but didn’t struggle. “You’re so fucking weird.”

Steve nuzzled into his neck. “I can’t help it that you’re fucking adorable.”

“I can,” Bucky muttered petulantly, pressing up against Tony’s side. “Stop snoring. You sound like a thousand saws.”

“Like you sound any better,” Tony retorted, but he was beginning to purr, so that took some of the sting out of it.

The nostalgic feeling of the familiar

victor/yuuri, fake/pretend relationship, slow burn

Yuuri’s the one who suggested being fake engaged in the first place, tugging Victor along on such a convoluted plan at the start of cherry blossom season.


“So, I brought him as promised. My boyfriend.”

Victor’s hand jerks. “What?”

“My fiancé, actually,” Yuuri talks swiftly over him.

Victor’s hand jerks again.

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The Game

Trent Seven/Reader/Tyler Bate/Pete Dunne
3250 words; smut/explicit

This contains spanking, if you’d like that as a warning and/or enticement.


Trent always likes to have the lads over to watch the football, but thus far, he’s only ever invited you to join them when it’s just him and Tyler. And you’re happy with that, because Tyler’s a good guy, so when Trent informs you that this afternoon it will be a party of four, you’re a little taken aback.

“Pete?” you say. “Are you sure?”

“Why not?” Trent asks. “You like him, don’t you?”

“Pete’s great,” you answer. “I love Pete, but he’s kind of a dick.”

Trent shrugs. “I can keep him under control.”

You slide your arms around his waist, looking up to kiss him, his moustache tickling your face. “You’re good at being in control,” you say softly, and he chuckles, the sound resonating through his broad chest in a way that hits you right there.

“I am,” he says. “So you’ll trust me to keep him on as tight a leash as necessary?”

“Fine,” you tell him, making a show of rolling your eyes, but the truth is you’re already wet just thinking about it.

Trent slaps your ass, hard enough to be a promise, and you smile at him.

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We never go out of Style

Summary: You thought he wasn’t like the others. Apparently, he is.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x (female)Reader

Word Count: 4,161 words

Warning: Angst (First attempt at writing actual angst and I’m terrible at it), fluff, minimal language, Break Up

Originally posted by despairingfever

You stare in shock at the image in the magazine, printed large and bold, taunting you. You feel a sharp stab to your heart, like someone has literally tore it out of your physical body and trampled on it viciously. You can’t believe he did this to you, he just…he just betrayed you. You could’ve sworn he wasn’t like the others, but it seems that you were wrong. He’s just another celebrity swapping love interests whenever he liked. You can’t help but let tears form in the corner of your eyes, slowly dripping down onto the paper. You trusted him so much, trusted him to not shatter your heart into a million pieces.

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Liberty Pt.9

Originally posted by tonystrk

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe / Pirate Era

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Alexander Pierce, Blackbeard

Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.

Warnings for this chapter: None, really? Just a kiss or two.

Word Count: 1439

A/N: This chapter is quite short, I’m going to try and make chapters about 1-2k words each from now on, instead of over 4k, that way there will be way more chapters!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

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Bucky chuckled at your sleeping state, fairly pleased with himself. He had managed to calm you down, make you sleepy again and distracted you so you wouldn’t have any nightmares about the previous night.

“Mmm, ahluhyou Buck.”

It was midnight, the sky was dark, but the wind was warm. The ship was illuminated with dozens of glowing lanterns, billowing sails, and tired, sluggish crew members.

There Edward Teach stood at the wheel, alongside Peter and Zemo. Peter stood awkwardly beside the tall, strange man. He knew he was betrothed to you, or should he think you betrothed to him, and it made his skin crawl; this man was known for manipulation and having a fucking obsession with rocks, rocks. And he didn’t want you to become hurt.

Sir,” Peter coughed, “Where are we departing for first? Do you have an inkling of where Y/N might be?” He picked at his nails, awaiting his captain’s reply.

I believe there shall be a large arrival of pirates in Singapore very, very soon. I can sense it.

S-Singapore? Why would anyone want to go there?

Many pirates lay low there, there’s a very specific place, a cove, I’ve heard,” Zemo added, his eyes stuck on the compass in his hands.

Zemo is correct, there are very few who know where this cove is. We don’t even know if my daughter is there, or who she’s with. She could be dead, dumped at the bottom of the ocean…” Peter grimaced at Blackbeard’s words, a horrible image of you stranded on a cold, wet beach somewhere unknown, your body probably purple or black or blue from drowning, choking on the salt water that covered most of the world you belonged to.

He shook the thought from his head as he watched Zemo depart for his bed, debating on whether or not he should do the same. The captain, on the other hand

We will find my daughter, Mr. Parker.

As you watched the man twist and turn in haste around his ship, you admired the way he worked, quick, but graceful. His agility and bossiness, as you liked to call it, made him seem like the alpha of a pack, and it made you feel submissive, well, sort of.

You had heard Bucky order to leave as soon as possible, both ships were leaving the Spanish coast and the swift winds had pushed against the sails. With two rocks placed on top of the map, you had a compass in your hand and good intentions of where you were headed. Bucky had told you that you were all on route to Singapore, somewhere that was notorious for pirates, famous ones at that.

Bucky had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach like he was being watched. It couldn’t be the sea, for he had sailed the sea for the entirety of his life. It felt as if he was being watched, eyes everywhere, staring him down and boring into his soul. He shook it off momentarily before going to relieve his bladder over the side of the ship.

The intimate activities of last night played in his head and he smiled to himself before buttoning up his trousers and turning to find you, wherever you were. His ship was large, you could be anywhere. Hopefully, you were on the top deck, or somewhere where the sun kissed your skin and the wind whispered around your hair.

Bucky found you at the quarterdeck, a compass in hand and eyes trained on the horizon.

You blushed as you witnessed Bucky climb up the stairs to where you were perched, you averted your eyes to the horizon before you, the images of the previous night playing at the back of your head.

Good morning Captain,” You chirped, an innocent smile on your face. “Lovely weather we’re having today, the sea isn’t too rough and the wind is only a small breeze.

Good morning to you too, my wonderful sea artist. The weather is, indeed, rather lovely. Did you… sleep well?” The telltale smirk on his plump lips was a sign he was intentionally jarring you.

Oh, very well, Captain-

Oh cut it out Y'all, we all know you been doin’ the dirty all night, we heard the moans and everything!” Sam intervened, a snort following by Wanda as she floated down from the crow’s nest.

We- We did no such thing!” You gasped, your face flushed beet red as you fumbled with the compass in your hands.

I’m just playin’ y’all.” You let out a sigh of relief, your boots becoming rather interesting.

You watched as Wanda turned to Bucky, you had noticed she was seeming quite anxious, and you were worried for her, what was wrong?

Uhh, Captain, may I speak with you for a moment?” Wanda asked, then her gaze shifted to you, then to Sam, “Alone?” Wanda asked Bucky whilst biting her nails, her voice just above a whisper. Bucky’s brow furrowed, and his eyes skirted around the quarterdeck before he replied with a small ‘of course’

You noticed the uncertainty in their eyes and you knew something was askew.

So you waited.

Did you feel that? Just now? Like-Like eyes, or being watched…?

You felt it too? How- I mean, yes, I-I did but- no one was in my cabin-” Bucky fretted, the crease between his brow prominent. “The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, as if someone was like, like right behind me.

Same… I was up in the crow’s nest, and I felt the wind pick up, only slightly, I felt exposed, vulnerable, Bucky I never feel like that-” Wanda murmured, rubbing her forehead, “I’ve built up a wall after all these years and it just got taken down by a small gust of wind. How is this even possible… I think… I think it’s…

Black magic.” They both whispered, eyes locking, the air was thick and suddenly the ship lashed sideways, sending goblets and paper and chairs flying. Wanda yelped as she stumbled and fell alongside Bucky. As they attempted to stand, the large grandfather clock started to fall forward towards them both.

With a scream, Wanda brought her hands in front of her, wispy red tendrils shooting from the tips of her fingers and wrapping themselves around the large oak clock, holding it in place as she maneuvered around it with Bucky. She shifted it back into place, along with some other things.

As they dusted themselves off, Bucky spoke up

Shit… Blackbeard, he… he sees everything, doesn’t he?” Bucky mumbled as the ship balanced itself again.

When the ship lurched sideways, you did not shift an inch, your feet were planted to the floor and your body was oddly frozen. Most of the crew had toppled over, you could swear one fell overboard. You could feel the compass fall from your hands, you had no idea where it had gone, but you were damn sure it had fallen through a crack.

What… in the fresh hell… was that?!” Huffed Sam, nursing a large graze on the crown of his head.

I don’t know, Sam, I’ll go and check on Bucky and Wanda.” You skirted down the stairway and into the Captain’s cabin, there you found them both. “Are you two alright? What was that?

Bucky glanced at Wanda, then back to you, “We must have hit a reef.

No way in hell that was a reef, James-

Y/N, you’re not harmed? How…” Wanda whispered, her pale features painted with awe and confusion. Bucky briskly walked over to you and felt the shock that coursed through your veins, with gentle hands he soothed over your shoulders as he kissed your temple.

I’ve heard things about your father, Y/N… Black magic, satanism, all things of evil-

No, no time for negativity, we can get to that later. We’re going to go out onto that deck and enjoy the sun, the sea and everything good that comes with it. But…” you paused for a moment, looking at the ceiling, “something happened out there, when the ship jerked, I was rooted to the spot, I was frozen.” You raised a hand to Bucky’s cheek, caressing the growing beard that adorned his sharp jaw.

Like you said, we’ll talk about it all later, okay? Let’s get our asses to Singapore.” Bucky placed a gentle kiss to your lips, letting it linger. As he pulled back, he was besotted with the vibrant colour of your eyes, and he spoke again, “And… to reply to what you confessed last night… I love you too, Y/N.


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  • Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader
  • Modern
  • Requested by anonymous
  • Request: Maybe because it’s currently Pride Month you could write something maybe Poly!Squad x reader?
  • Request: Hey there friend could you do a hamilsquad poly fic x reader where it’s just lots of fluff and adorableness
  • Request: Hellooo could you do a hamilsquad poly fic??

A/N: It’s the ship that you guys wanted more of. I didn’t think I’d be able to write this ship but apparently I can. So heres more Poly!Hamilsquad. It’s got more of Alexander than the others but I think it’s because he the most affectionate in my opinion. Also, I really, really wanted to make the scene with Thomas like the Olive Garden/Breadstick meme. But I didn’t. Lastly, but certainly not least, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS. Whether out or not, whether a member or the community or just an ally, fill the world with music love and (of course) pride!

Word Count: 4,508


You knew about your friends’ relationship with each other. You knew about it for a while. You knew about even before you moved in with them. It didn’t bother you. You biggest problem with living with them is they had a tendency to get to affectionate with each other. They were pretty good about not making you feel awkward but every now and then, two of them would get too cuddly. Usually clearing your throat and glaring at them made them stop.

Living with them made you hate being single though. Seeing all their lovey-dovey interactions made you want to be in a relationship again. So with the help of some of your friends, you got set up on date with someone named Samuel Seabury on Saturday. John came knocked on your door as you were getting ready. He quirked a brow at you as he noticed you were all dressed for a date. “You going somewhere?” He asked. You hadn’t told them you were going on a date yet. You knew they wouldn’t mind, but they would pester you about it for awhile.

“Uh yeah, I have a date today.” You told him.

“Oh, with who?” He asked as he leaned against the door frame.

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Stuck in traffic - Sidney Crosby (smut)

Requested by anon: Can you do a Sid Crosby imagine? Actually I have 2 if you don’t mind, I saw you said we can send in as many as we’d like. Could you do a detailed smutty one? The story line can really be anything, I’m not picky, just some smut. And for the second one can you do one where you have a one night stand with him but you guys have a real romantic connection and he ends up really liking you and leaves his girlfriend for you? If you can’t do two, you can just do the first one I asked for :) Thank you!

A/N: Hey! I hope you like it. The second one will be posted soon.

Word count: 1574

Warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. Swearing. Spanking.

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Originally posted by tyler91seguin

I’m bored. Bored as hell. Bored as I have never been. And we are stuck in traffic. And the car doesn’t seem to move more than two inches at a time. And Sidney doesn’t stop changing the radio station. And I have checked all my accounts of social media at least a thousand times. And, and, and.

“This is bullshit.” I say, putting my phone down. “I refuse to think that all these people live in Pittsburgh.”

“We are almost there, (y/n).” Sidney seems calmed, but I can tell that he is as annoyed by it as I am. Sidney hates waiting.

“We were almost there two hours ago.” I complain, unbuckling my seat belt and turning on my seat, putting my bare feet on Sidney’s lap.

“Baby, this is really unsafe.” He warns me, but he takes his hand from steering wheel and runs his fingers on my ankle and foot absent-mindedly, caressing my skin softly. I hum, enjoying the physical contact between us.

Sidney and I have been together for a little over two years, which is kind of crazy to think about. I wasn’t a hockey fan, so when I run onto him in the grocery store I didn’t think of him as the town hockey hero but just as a really cute man with a really great ass; little did I know that we would become one of those ‘celebrity couples’ and that we would be on magazines and I would get offers from brands to promote them and our private life wouldn’t be so private after all. We are just Sidney and (y/n) for me, not Pittsburgh’s power couple.

“Extremely dangerous.” I say when Sidney’s hand travels up my calf to my knee, caressing the skin my skirt doesn’t cover.

Sidney smirks, but doesn’t say anything else, making the car move a little before stopping it again. Sid has finally stopped changing the radio station every two seconds and ‘only love’ by Ben Howard is playing on the background while we share a comfortable silence.

Sidney’s hand goes up and up my leg, drawing circles on the skin of my inner thigh teasing me and I draw a sharp breath, making him chuckle.

“That is a two ways game, sweetheart.” I warn him, shaking my legs a little.

“You don’t want to play with me, babygirl.” He says, squeezing my thigh with his big hand. “You know that I always play to win.”

“We’ll see about that.” I mutter, taking my feet from his lap and sitting straight again.

We stay motionless for a second until I fish for his hand and link my fingers to his, leaving them on his lap. The corners of his mouth go up a little, bringing our linked hands to his mouth and leaving butterfly kisses on my knuckles.


“Hey.” He says and I look at him. “I love you.”

I smile, leaning over his side of the car to give him a chaste kiss. I unlink our hands and leaving mine up his thigh, mimicking the caresses he was doing on my skin just minutes ago.

“You are playing with fire, doll.” He hisses when I bring my hand too far up, feeling his growing erection. I reach for the button of his jeans, but he grabs my hand before I can undo it, shooting me a filthy look.

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When you Try Sometimes

(Happy Valentine’s Day!)


He has this in the bag, man. In the bag, zipped up, squared away, a hole in one, sealed and, laminated and—it was a lie, all of it.

Because the chocolates Stiles made two days ago? Yeah, those were eaten. By his dad. And the first heart-shaped card he bought? He gave to the nice old lady who just lost her cat of 20 years, because that’s true love, and anyone who says differently is a monster.

The second card got thrown away, because of reasons. The third card was a ‘hand-made’ card, with lots of cut paper and glitter and it ended up stuck to his ceiling. Along with a few other glue-infused things. They’re still up there now, while Stiles pulls his most recent failure out of the oven.

“Nice, perfect. I’m sure Derek’s favorite flavor is Chocolate-Triggering-Charcoal-Cookies. Tastes that remind you of family.”

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Starkquill Fic: Catching Up

 A little post-Infinity Wars something. No spoilers here, just vague speculation.

“I would’ve thought you’d be out there, catching up on everything.” Tony makes an expansive gesture, indicating the world beyond the Milano’s cockpit. 

Peter winces a little. He’s already had this conversation with Gamora, and he’s not exactly eager to repeat it. Especially with someone who is still little more than a stranger, an ally in the fight against Thanos. “You’d think,” he says. 

Tony looks at him thoughtfully, head slightly cocked. Out of the armor, he’s shorter than Peter expected, and older. With no helmet to hide behind, his scary intelligence is on clear display, all of it aimed right now at Peter. 

“You know,” Tony says conversationally. He strolls through the cockpit, touching random things here and there, his bright gaze missing nothing. “When all this first started for me, I was stuck in a cave for three months.” He stops in front of the co-pilot’s chair, the one Rocket has claimed for himself. “Coming back to the world was hard after that. You’ve got, what, twenty-something years to catch up on?" 

Peter half-heartedly nods. He’s curious about the story Tony is hinting at – a cave? – but not enough to ask. 

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