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Five Minutes - Jughead Jones X Reader

Anon Request: Ok so I have an idea where the reader is literally so in love with jug?? Like they’re in a relationship so jug love her back but she’s beyond, &a by this I mean like always kissing him, touching him whatever. I just wanna be so in love with my man I pick pretend dirt off him 🙄

Words: 848

Warnings: none wow go me

Hello! I’m sorry this took so long sweet Anon, thanks for your patience. :) I don’t see Jughead in my head as a super affectionate person but I think you’ll really like this. Enjoy! <3 - Juggie xx

It was no secret you could spend literal hours staring into the crystal blue of his eyes, feeling swept up by the ocean waves and beauty contained in them. Often times you would, for as long as you could anyway, while tangling your nimble fingers in the locks of his hair that were free from his beanie. Your fingers would then make their way to running along his jaw and travelling down his neck to his shoulders. His strong stare would captivate you but it wasn’t strong enough to keep you from looking at his lips longingly, practically melting at the thought of being kissed by him again.

Your friends said it was almost disgusting really, but that didn’t matter to you. You had fallen hard for Jughead Jones the III.

And of course he loved you too, you two had been dating for a little over a year. But to you it was a 24/7 job making sure Jug knew just how much you loved him. You couldn’t go a minute sitting next to him without staring at his features and kissing his cheek or his hands; to the outsider it seemed you were trapped in a honeymoon phase most teenagers would be out of by now. Certainly Jughead didn’t mind, but one day he finally aired his confusion.

“I really love you Juggie.” It had to have been the hundredth time you’d said it that day.

Archie groaned from the other side of the booth at Pop’s and Jug only laughed, “I know.”

“You guys are so in love it’s gross.” You stuck your tongue out at him and only cuddled farther into Jughead’s side. Archie suddenly had a look of mischief strike his face. “Are you one for bets (Y/N)?”

You were caught off guard, but never afraid of a challenge. You smirk, “Of course.”

“I bet you a milkshake you couldn’t keep your hands off him for five minutes.”

Without truly thinking of how long five minutes was you untangled yourself from Jughead’s side and shook his hand, “You are on, I like strawberry by the way.”

Archie laughed, but soon you’d realize what a mistake you had made. He’d already begun making conversation with Jughead, but you couldn’t focus. It felt so unnatural to not be playing with his hair or holding his hand. “‘Don’t you think (Y/N)?”

You snapped out of it, “Uh, what?”

You cheeks reddened as Jughead smirked at your lack of focus, “I was talking about watching a movie Friday. What were you thinking about?”

Archie answered for you, “She was just thinking about your beautiful blue eyes, JuggleBug.”

Jughead shot a glare at him making you laugh, “You better never call me that again.”

“Wow”, you remarked smugly, “what a pet name Arch. You sounded even more in love with him than I am.”

Betty slid into the booth next to him, “Ooh, are we talking about Jarchie over here?”

Betty and the boys continued to joke about the ship but you had made the mistake of looking back over at your gorgeous boyfriend. His eyes had softened by now, making you unable to restrain yourself from admiring the steadiness of his friendly gaze at his friends. Your eyes traveled down his perfect nose to his kissable, pink lips. God, why had you made that dumb bet?

It had to have been five minutes by now, maybe Archie forgot?

You slowly began to reach over to him, and immediately Archie cut in, “Nope! Not unless you want to buy me a milkshake (Y/N)!”

Your hand had already come in contact with his shoulder, so you said the first thing that came to mind. “He has lent on his jacket?”

You began to quickly pretend pick lent off Jug’s shoulder making Betty giggle and Archie proclaim in victory, “It had only been four minutes, I like vanilla by the way.”

You couldn’t care less, your hand found Jughead’s cheek and he leaned into your touch, looking into your eyes with so much love you couldn’t help but smile wide. This boy truly was all yours. “I have to know (Y/N), why do you show me so much affection?”

You looked down with a blush, “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else, Jughead Jones. I couldn’t imagine my life without you and I need you to know that.”

His hand went under your chin and raised your face up to look up at him. It was his turn to admire, his gaze of pure adoration trailed from your eyes to your lips. “I know I don’t show it as much, but I think I’ve fallen pretty hard for you too, (Y/N).”

You indistinctly heard Archie groan something about his victory milkshake as Jug leaned forward and kissed you, making you feel fireworks and butterflies erupt in your stomach at his touch. His hand found your jaw and yours rested on his shoulders as you kissed him like you’d never get to again.

Just like how you always did: every single time.

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Daddy Negan {Negan Smut}

Word count: 1.7k
**Rated MA for mature audiences only!**
Notes: In celebration of Negan smut weekend! @negansmutweek
Gifs are not mine.
This MIGHT be a two part thing, if I’m feeling nice, aha~ 
Summary: You accidentally call Negan daddy in front of everyone. 
{Part Two} {Part Three}

You stayed locked up away in your room, hugging against your legs, burying your face into your knees, trying to keep yourself together. The words slipped from your mouth without thinking and in front of so many people, you groaned out, trying to forget this horrible mess. Your chest still heaving from the run up here, the moment those words fell from your lips, you took off, leaving everyone in the room not daring to look back, you couldn’t bare with the judgmental eyes.

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body dysmorphia is so…. ??? bad??? like one time my friend put a snapchat filter on me that made my nose 10x larger and i was just like “god i look so bad here delete this” and hes like ???? “you dont see the filter??” and i actually didnt i thought i looked like that and recently i was in class thinking about an enlarged pore i had and i thought “ i could probably clean it out with a q-tip once i get home” …. it made me think that i could fit a q-tip inside my pore… I hate how real it becomes and how i become so delusioned because of it

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야!해줄래? more like appreciation to mingyu’s face

anonymous asked:

jackcrutchie prompt: something along the lines of "you confessed your love to me while drunk but you dont remember doing that" idk

I played a little and rambled a little and got carried away but I hope this is okay?? Sorry I can’t write.

Crutchie is sick so he goes to the penthouse early but is then surprised by how insanely drunk Jack is when he comes home later that night.

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Favorite BDJ moments in Something Rotten! (Brian’s final SR! performance countdown 9/10):  2 - God I Hate Shakespeare

“They say ‘Will you’re such a genius and your writing is divine!’
‘A rose by any other name is such a clever line!’
And they’re all ‘OOOH’ and he’s all ‘STOP’
and they’re all ‘YAY!’ and I’m all ‘UGGH’
and I’m REALLY GETTING SICK OF IT!
”  

When I talk to you, I have no concept of time. Hours pass as we talk about anything and everything. I imagine dancing with you to the tune of Kip Moore's Hey Pretty Girl. I think about all of the times I try to draw you and the perfect indentation of your cheek bones and the curve of your nose. I truly believe that God made you for me. We are too much alike for it not to work out. You are too much like my future wife for me not to love you. You are all things I love. You just are... and I am in awe.

You.
You.
You.
Adrienne J Stratton

dragonshost  asked:

ItaSaku + coffeshop au

Itachi Uchiha wondered if it was possible to break biology.

He had seen physics broken more times than he cared to count (being in prolonged contact with Naruto Uzumaki tended to make one question whether or not physics was just a fake science developed to make students cry), but three weeks into the first term of his third year at the University of Konoha and Itachi was questioning whether or not biology fell into the same category.

At this point, he wasn’t even sure if science was real.

How was it possible for such a tiny body to hold so much caffeine every day without tearing apart at the seams?

“I need a large dark roast, tripe shot espresso,” the pink-haired woman in front of him told the barista.  It was the exact same order every day, and without fail, every day the barista’s eyes would bulge a little and he would repeat the order, just to be sure.  When she would nod impatiently, the barista would lock horrified eyes with Itachi, who would blink impassively and turn back to the display of muffins to decide what he would select today.

Little did the barista know, every day, Itachi was just as horrified as he was.

He just did a much better job of hiding it.

“Fuck!”

The rich smell of coffee made its way up to his nose before his chest started burning.

“Oh, God, are you okay?” the pink-haired woman asked.  Despite the urge to swear as she had before, Itachi merely nodded and pulled his soaking wet shirt away from his skin.  A quick glance down revealed angry red burn marks that would certainly start peeling over in a few days.

He sighed softly.

“I am fine,” he said.  “I apologize for your coffee spilling.”

Green eyes blinked in disbelief.  “I burned your chest and you’re apologizing to me?”

He shrugged.

“My name is Sakura Haruno,” she introduced herself.  “I’m a health science major here, first year.  I can treat your burn.”

“Itachi Uchiha,” he replied smoothly.  “Political science, third year.  I am fine.”

“Let me amend my statement.  Hi, I’m Sakura.  I’m gonna treat your burn in the bathroom.  Now,” she said firmly, taking his free hand and tugging him towards the back.

Itachi was right.  It was entirely possible to break biology.

There was no other explanation for why his pulse seemed to pick up in that brief moment.

All It Took Was A Simple Question - A Grant Gustin One Shot

Can’t even explain how much I adore Grant :) He’s literally the cutest human being on the plant and if there wasn’t a significant age gap between us, I would totally tap that. Just saying. 

It had been an uneventful day so far but that was about to change. I was on my way to the Kids Choice Awards and boy was I excited. I very rarely had any time to go to these shows, seeing as how I worked on various different TV Shows, had several animals to care for and my younger sister was currently staying with me. That on top of all of the dating rumours that were currently floating around about me and some random celebrity, you could say that I didn’t want to be in the public eye. But alas, I was up for an award so I had to show my face and I hadn’t seen my friends in so long so it would be great to reunite with them whilst we were all off work. I was all decked out for the event, wearing a nude strapless bustier with a high waist chiffon shirt and a white blazer with black detailing. My hair had been straightened to perfection and my makeup done simple yet sexy, seeing as my makeup artist was determined to find me a man tonight, not that it would happen. I had my sights sent on one particular guy but alas, it would never work, seeing as how both of our schedules were absolutely crazy as well as the simple factor that he could have anyone else, so why would he ever choose me.

“Alright, now don’t fiddle with your hair, I know you do that where you’re nervous. If your shoes start to hurt, power through it. Beauty is pain. Now go show em what your made of,” my hairstylist Charlie said, giving me a playful slap on the butt. I rolled my eyes at the over enthused male before sliding out of the car, letting him adjust my outfit so it look good. Once he gave me a nod of approval I set off in hopes of getting the interviews out of the way so I could see my old work buddies.
“OH MY GOD ITS Y/N!”
“SHES SO HOT!”
“I’D DO HER!”
“Y/N I LOVE YOU!”
Ear splitting screams attacked me from every direction, making me wince slightly, not at all used to the over excited fans. My manager led me over to the fans, telling me I had 10 minutes to take photos before I would have to go do some interviews. I simple waved her off, approaching the first crying fan and striking up a conversation. This was always my favourite part of what I do; meeting the people who enjoyed my work and who came from all around the world just to meet me. It was incredible to think that all of these people loved a small town Sydney girl who was just pursuing her dream.
“Oh my god I can’t even explain how much I love you this is insane! I never thought I would actually meet you!” the first girl cried, gripping her phone tightly in her hand. I cooed at her cuteness, wrapping my arms around her and giving her a tight hug. We spoke for a few minutes, taking several selfies on her phone before I moved down the line.
“Y/N who are you most excited to see tonight!” a yell caught my attention, making me look up from where I was signing someones phone case into the crowd to see a group of girls looking at me expectantly.
“Oh umm I don’t know actually. I really just came to see you guys and talk to some old friends to be honest,” I shrugged, handing the phone back to the crying fan.
“Is that code for ‘I want to see Grant again?’” another girl piped up, causing the fans to giggle in response. My eyes widened, cheeks heating up at her question.
“W-what? No! I just…” I couldn’t even think of a proper answer for that.
“We all know that they’re going to get together one of these days and have adorkable (that is now an official word!) babies and live happily ever after,” someone chimed in, causing everyone to erupt into excited squeals.
“Since you guys seemed to have my life all sorted out, who wants to be the wedding planner?” I teased, taking another photo with another fan.
“I totally call dibs on being flower girl!” someone yelled, resulting in everyone screaming out what part they wanted in my ‘future wedding’.
“Who’s getting married?” a husky voice whispered in my ear, making me jump in shock and squeal slightly at the intrusion.
“OH MY GOD OTP!” the ‘flower girl’ shrieked, taking a million photos of myself and whoever was behind me. I tilted my head to the side, seeing Grant behind me, smiling down at me. I rolled my eyes, turning around in his arms that were conveniently placed around my waist and wrapping mine around his neck, squeezing him tightly.
“Hey you,” I murmured, melting into his embrace.
“Hi,” he sighed, tightening his arms around my waist and lifting me off the ground slightly, making all of the fans coo.
“Grant when are you gonna propose to Y/N?” someone asked, making me pull away from his hold, squeaking in protest.
“I think I have to take her on a date first guys,” he laughed, manoeuvring my frozen body so he was standing behind me, head resting on my shoulder.
“Today can be our first date,” I joked, patting his cheek affectionately.  He nuzzled his face into my shoulder, planting 'secretive’ kisses along my exposed neck, making me hum in delight.
“Alright, come on lovebirds. Time’s up!” my manager, shouted, gripping my hand tightly and pulling me away from the warm embrace, making me pout. Grant latched into my other hand, allowing my manager to pull us both along like we were misbehaving  children.
“I don’t even know why we try to keep you both separated,” Grant’s manager shook her head, fixing our outfits once we had stopped.
“It’s like a gravitational pull…” he sighed, lightly bumping hips with me.
“Yeh, you can’t keep me away from my bae,” I giggled, gazing up at him dreamily. He grinned, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my cheek, nuzzling my nose with his.
“God that was so cute, it made me want to puke,” my manager gagged, turning away from our affection. I rolled my eyes, wrapping my arm around Grant’s waist and leaning on him, having complete faith in him not walking away and leaving me sprawled on the ground.
“So when are you guys getting together then?” a new voice piped up, making my eyes snap open, seeing Candice standing in front of us, hands on her hips and smirking.
“I better be invited to the wedding,” Danielle added in, turning around from where she was waving at the overly excited fans.
“Why is everyone trying to plan our wedding! We aren’t even dating yet!” I threw my hands up in the air in disbelief.
“Yet?” Grant’s brows raised, looking down at my blushing form.
“Oh my god she said yet!” Candice squealed, jumping up and down excitedly.
“Wait no! That’s no what I meant!” I squeaked, covering my blushing cheeks. Grant spun me in his hold so I was facing him, dropping his head so he was looking up at me through the cracks in my hands. I groaned, smiling slightly at the sight but still embarrassed as hell. He grinned cutely, prying my hands away from my face and holding them in his own, standing back up at his full height. He leaned forward slightly, resting his forehead on mine, nose bumping slightly against mine. My lips twitched in amusement, nuzzling against it cutely, eyes fluttering closed.
“God if you don’t hurry up and kiss her, I will,” Danielle groaned, making us both burst out into giggles.
“You can give me a smooch any time Dani,” I winked, blowing her an air kiss. She raised her brows seductively, playing along with my game.
“Hold on, have you two kissed before?” Grant asked, head shooting back and forth between us. Neither of us said a word, opting to simply giggle and shrug, patting his shoulder.
“Dom’t be jealous,” I grinned, pecking his lips lightly. He stared at me incredulously, shocked that I would do that so casually. After a moment of simply staring at me, the biggest and cutest smile broke out onto his face, arms hoisting me up into the air, spinning me around like we were in a Nicholas Sparks movie.
“God you’re so cute I can’t!” he squealed, yes squealed, hugging me close to his chest whilst still holding me, legs wrapped around his waist for my own safety.
“Ok sweetie we can talk about how cute I am later, just put me down,” I chuckled nervously, not liking being in his hold when he could potentially drop me.
“I would never drop you if that’s what you’re worried about,” he kept on smiling, tightening his hold on me. It was then that I realised that
a) His hands were currently resting on my poorly covered butt, probably showing off my less than appropriate underwear to the entirely of the world
and
b) Everyone was currently either watching us or filming us.
“Seriously… Honey…. Put me down,” my eyes were the size of golfballs once I had realised everyones eyes were on us, hands self consciously coming down to rest on his, sighing in relief when I realised that he was actually covering my butt.
“No one can see your butt… Don’t worry… That’s only for me,” he winked cheekily, grunting when I slapped his chest. He placed me back down on the floor, holding his chest in mock pain, groaning about how hard I had hit him and ‘only a kiss could make the pain go away’. I simply rolled my eyes, pressing my lips against his for a few short seconds, pulling away when he tried to deepen it.
“Bad boys don’t get kiss,” I shock my finger mockingly, turning around to properly greet the girls that were staring at us, phones out recording.
“So Grant, how does it feel to have finally kissed your long time lover,” Candice giggled, phone focusing on the smug looking boy. He shrugged his shoulders, nodding cockily and mumbling something along the lines of “she can’t resist me”, playing it cool for the camera, when we all knew inside he was fangirling and squealing like a 12 year old girl that just got her first valentine.
“Yeh sure Mr Arrogant,” I stuck my tongue out, yelping when he grabbed me suddenly, placing kisses all over my face. “Ok ok stop god!”
“Have I told you how beautiful you look?” he smiled, eyes raking down my body.
“Keep it in your pants Grant!” Danielle screamed, making the actor blush a bright shade of red, tucking his head into my neck, wailing about how mean his friends were being.
Yep, these were my co workers, weird as hell. But I wouldn’t change a thing.


Your Outfit:

This is the cocky face I imagine he pulls at the end when Candice is recording him:

Hold Me Down

inspired by a shitton of Halsey songs :D

Wade Wilson (Deadpool) x (fem)Reader

Written by: mypatronusiswadewilson

Word Count: 2038 (I had fun with it)

Warnings: Swearing. Smut. And Fluff. Smuff? No that sounds really bad; waaaay too close to those russian - WADE GET FLYING FUCK OFF MY LAPTOP- Sorry Kat, I was just trying to help you out, god. Take a fuckin chill pill, or, you know, I could give you one - Wade…- Is that a yes?

Summary: The reader is training by herself in Stark Tower’s gym, until Wade comes in to help her out ;) and by that I mean hot, sweaty- DAMNIT WADE- Hehehe. Oh and there’s fluff stuff in there too. Have fun kiddos!

(This is my first time actually sitting down and writing smut before, so I hope it’s adequate)

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF HALSEY’S SONGS

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You were covered head to toe in sweat, training in the massive gym inside the Stark tower. It was dead silent when you had walked in, as everyone else was deeply asleep.

This was your routine. Try to sleep, fail, go down three floors and train. It was either that or actually fall asleep and get maybe 20 minutes of rest before the nightmares ripped you from dreamland and into the real world. Then you’d train anyway. It kept you productive instead of self-destructive.

Grateful Tony had sound proofed the walls specifically so everyone else could still sleep while you worked out, you blasted your ipod playlist entitled “workout”, which had a lot of AC/DC and Survivor, but tonight you had Halsey albums put on repeat. They gave you a sense of slow-building power that could be seen in your punches to the boxing bag. Classic rock was fine in terms of empowering music, but Halsey’s lyrics kept you alert.

“I sat alone, in bed ‘til the morning

I’m crying, “They’re coming for me”

And I tried to hold these secrets inside me

My mind’s like a deadly disease”

Before too long you moved to the wooden practice dummies to work on your sword skills. Continuously hitting the sliced wood again and again until you got one of the the blades so deep into the wood that it was impossible to get it out. During this time, someone stepped into the room, their footsteps hidden by the loudness of the music.

“Y/N!” the red and black masked man called, but you couldn’t hear him. So he strolled up to you casually to tap you on the shoulder, only to be met with a dagger to the thigh. “JESUS FUCK!”

“Oh my god! Wade!!?” you shouted, grabbing the remote for the stereo and turning down the music. “Why didn’t you say that you came in?!”

Wade pulled the dagger from his thigh, it slowly healing. “I did! But you were too busy trying to go deaf. Why the hell are you awake, stabby?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you said simply, not wanting to go into detail as you tried to pry the sword from the dummy.

“I’m bigger than my body

I’m colder than this home

I’m meaner than my demons

I’m bigger than these bones”

“Oh…kay?” he said, not wanting to push it as he yanked out the sword with ease. “You know, hitting a dummy over and over doesn’t really help you train. I could practice with you.”

“I’d still be hitting a dummy,” you chuckled as he handed you back the sword.

“Rude! And just when I was beginning to like you too! I’m not sharing my tacos with you anymore,” Deadpool huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, making you laugh a little.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Now are we gonna train?” you asked, stepping onto the sparring mat in the middle of the room.

Wade unsheathed his katanas as he joined you on the mat “Hey, you need to even out the playing field. One sword for you.”

You looked at him incredulously “Why the fuck would I do that??”

“Because. You get the best sparring partner in the world. You can hit me as many times as you want and I’ll be fine. I can’t really hit you back without actually hurting you. You get one sword so it’s just as hard for you to hit me.”

You sighed as the song changed in the background “Fine,” you replied, tossing one sword to the side.

“Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?

Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?”

And with that, you struck at him. He blocked by crossing his blades in front of him “What? No glove touch first?” he said sarcastically as you swung again, which he lept over.

“Or, you know, we could touch something else if you want,” and if he wasn’t wearing his mask, you could’ve seen the smirk.

“In your dreams, Wilson.” you chuckled, knowing he was trying to play mind games with you, trying to make you slip up.

“So why couldn’t you sleep anyway?” Wade asked as the two of you fought

“None of your business, okay?”

“Oh come on! You can tell me babycakes. Were you too busy thinking about my ass again?”

You made a face and huffed, knowing he wasn’t going to leave the topic alone “Nightmares Wade. There, you happy?” you said bitterly.

“Oh…”

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream,

You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being,

With your face all made up, living on a screen,

Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

You dodged and parried and lunged for what seemed like forever. When Wade accidentally cut the side of your forearm and tried to apologize, you took the opportunity to slice your blade up the side of his face, ripping his mask.

“OW! Oh I see, you’re gonna fight dirty are you? Two can play at that game, sweet cheeks.” he said, swinging a foot around to catch behind your knee, knocking you to the ground and swinging his blades down upon you, which you blocked.

“Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me?

Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?

Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?

Pointing fingers cause you’ll never take the blame like me?”

Wade pinned you to the floor by stradling you and leaned through your connected swords to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “You know, I could probably help with those nightmares. I could exchange them with the thoughts of me pleasuring you in ways you couldn’t even imagine.”

“W-Wade??” you asked, shocked he was saying that to you. “What’re you-”

“My head right between your thighs, licking your pussy relentlessly” he cut you off “Kissing every inch of your skin until you beg me to fuck you until you can’t walk as you call my name over and over again,” he said, a smirk obvious in his voice as his scent filled your nose. Gunpowder and leather and….cologne?

Dear god it all made heat pool in your stomach and your fingers ache to touch him. “Wade…” you whispered softly

He grinned “Yes, kitten? Are you gonna purr for me now?” he asked pulling up his mask enough to place kisses on your neck.

“Put your swords down,” you practically commanded

“Mmm, someone’s anxious. Does this mean I win?”

“Put your fucking swords down. Now.”

He smirked “Sure thing princess.” he said tossing his katanas away to the other side of the mat, you tossing yours along with them.

You didn’t hesitate to pull his lips down to yours, the feeling of his chapped, scarred lips against your soft ones making you crave him more. He slid his gloves off of his hands before trailing one down your stomach and into your spandex shorts.

“Mmm, naughty naughty Y/N. Already wet and I’ve hardly done any real work yet,” he said as he began to rub you where you wanted it most earning him a mewl of pleasure.

“Waaade,” you gasped when he wiggled a finger around your panties and began pumping into you slowly.

“Mmmm, yes kitten?”

“Everybody wants to know

If we fucked on the bathroom sink

How your hands felt in my hair

If we were high on amphetamines”

You didn’t answer him, and instead tried to pull his suit off of his body, needing to feel his skin on yours.

“Easy there sexy, any harder and you’ll rip it” he smirked pulling away from you to take off the suit. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch his little strip tease show with a smirk.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, pulling off the skin tight shirt and tossing it aside.

“They think I’m insane, they think my lover is strange

But I don’t have to fucking tell them anything, anything

And I’m gonna write it all down, and I’m gonna sing it on stage

But I don’t have to fucking tell you anything, anything”

You bit your lip in response as you looked him up and down once his pants and briefs were off. After a moment you spoke as he leaned over you again, arms propping him up on either side of your body.

“Wade..”

“Mm?”

“Your mask is still on.”

“Oh… yeah. It’s fine if I keep it on, right?”

You gave him a look as you ran your fingers up his neck from his collarbone “Wade, I know what you look like, don’t choose to be shy now of all times.”

“Yeah well, it’s just gonna ruin the mood we’ve got goin on here, kitten,” Wade said trying to distract you by pecking kisses up your neck.

“Wade, please. Let me take it off, it’s ripped anyway,” you said softly, earning you a sigh a defeat as he lifted his head for you.

You pulled the fabric over his face to reveal the scarred tissue beneath. You smiled at him and began kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his jawline, and finally his lips. “Now, undress me and  fuck me till I scream your name,” you whispered into his ear, referring to his teasing words.

He smirked “Gladly,” he said, pulling you out of your workout t-shirt, then your sports bra, and finally your spandex with your panties inside. Wade kissed from your neck down to your chest, stopping to flick a nipple with his tongue, then down your stomach to your heat. Forcing your legs apart, he looked up at you with a smirk before diving his tongue into your folds. You gasped at the pleasure that he gave with his motions.

“I found God

I found him in a lover.

Your legs shook with every swipe of his tongue and the hot coil inside you wrapped tighter and tighter, threatening to burst. “Wade, I need you. I need you inside me. Baby please” you begged, and he pulled his face away from your core with a smirk

“Well, since you asked nicely.” he said moving his hips to where his face used to be and kissing you roughly, tasting yourself on his lips. He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed himself in slowly “Fuck Y/N. Just- fuuuck” he moaned into you. You let out a moan of pleasure before nudging your heel into the back of his thigh, telling him you need more. He responded quickly and began thrusting into you, the sound of skin hitting skin melding with the sound of the music, the only noise rising above it was the sound of the two of you calling out each others names.

“W-Wade, I- I’m gonna-” you started, unable to finish your sentence.

“Come with me baby. Mmm, oh please just come with me,” he said with heavy breath and sloppy thrusts, holding the mat beneath you in a death grip. It was enough to send you over the edge into your release, him following quickly after. Sweat glistened on your foreheads as he pulled out of you, but kept his face in the nape of your neck.

“Can we do this every time I get a nightmare?” You chuckled.

The mercenary laughed against your skin “Definitely,” he said, rolling over to your side and wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m the king and you’re the queen and we will stumble through heaven

If there’s a light at the end, it’s just the sun in your eyes”

~*~*~*~*~

BONUS SCENE

The next morning Tony walked down the hallway to see that the door to the gym was left open. Odd. You were good about leaving things how they were when you worked out late at night. Of course, you and Wade had long since retreated to your room to fall asleep in privacy instead of sprawled out on the sparring mat. Tony peeked his head through the open door, looking around the gym until he spotted a pair of f/c pantie on the edge of the mat. He quickly assessed what had happened.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes sir?”

“Do me a favor and get this whole room sanitized.”

Devil in the Dark

Originally posted by castiel-for-king

Pairing: Lucifer!AU x Reader

Prompt: Crazy Golf

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: This is for @kittenofdoomage and her Summer Lovin’ Challenge.  Hope I did it justice, I know I rewrote this like 3 times! Also sorry for the weird formatting, I’m still getting used to the editing portion of thing

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A night to remember

Summary: you and Luke both get thrown out of your respective dorm rooms and you must spend the night in the common room together.

Word count: 1.5k

“Wow, (y/n), those sweatpants look great on you,” was the first thing that Amy said that day when she came into the room that you shared.

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

“I have a date tonight and we are totally gonna end up banging so it would be really nice to find the room empty when we come back. Please? I’ll do your laundry for a week,” Amy said in a rush.

“You must really like this guy,” you said. Then you sighed. “Alright, you can have the room tonight.”

“Yay!” Amy cheered.

“Just please don’t touch my bed.”

And that was how you found yourself in the common room of the dorm later that night, with your laptop and some blankets. It wasn’t so bad really, the couch was really comfortable and the WiFi signal was better here than in your room. The only downside was the lack of privacy.

Some people had send you weird looks when they saw you but when you had explained why you were there they immediately understood. Everyone staying at a university dorm knew what it was to be sexiled. Lucy, one of the girls in the room next to yours had offered to let you stay in her room but you’d gracefully declined. You’d rather stay on the couch that share one of the small beds of the dorms.

It was getting late and you where alone in the common room, debating whether to read something or to try to sleep when you heard footsteps behind you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Luke asked scratching his head. He was coming from the hallway, probably from his own room and he looked like he had been on the verge of sleeping.

“My roommate has a guy over so I’m stuck here tonight,” you explained.

“Oh, that sucks.” Luke took a seat on the couch, next to your feet.

“And what are you doing here? Did your roommate threw you out too?”

Luke startled. “Yeah, he did. He, eh, he’s with a girl, yeah.”

You chuckled. “You can stay here if you want, we can be losers together.”

“I’d like that,” he said with a smile.

You blushed and dropped your gaze. Ever since you’d met him you’d had a little bit of a crush on Luke, and not just because he was the hottest guy in the dorm (well, Amy said that Calum, Luke’s roommate, was hotter but you didn’t think so), he was also really smart, funny and nice.

And he was currently about to spend the night with you. Okay, so it was because you both had been sexiled from your respective rooms but hey, you’ll take what you could get.

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