okay okay i pointed his ears ;)

Friday Night I (M)

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Prologue

Warnings: Oral (giving and receiving), voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough, daddy kink… (i think that’s it)

Word Count: 3,058

Summary: A simple game of truth or dare has taken a sharp left at some point, and you were perfectly okay with that.


“Jungkook, truth or dare?” he asked. The maknae’s ears perked up, and he wasted no time answering.

“Dare.” he looked at you and winked, as if he knew what was about to happen.

“Hmm.. Okay Jungkookie, I dare you to try to make y/n moan in under 30 seconds.” why are you their guinea pig? Oh yea, because you’re the only girl here. You stared at Taehuyng in disbelief, and you heard Jimin muttering a string of profanities under his breath. “Oh, and you can’t use your hands.”

Jungkook didn’t seem to be phased by this, and beckoned you over with two fingers, his gaze darkening as you decided to go to him. He patted his lap, and you sat in it, looking around and feeling somewhat shy about having an audience, but another part of you enjoyed it. You downed the rest of your drink and set it down before you turned to face Jungkook. He grabbed your hips with strength you didn’t know he had, and leaned in towards your neck.

“Start the time.” he told Taehyung, who had his phone out. As soon as Taehyung pressed ‘start’, you felt Jungkook’s soft lips on your neck, his tongue coming out to lick a strip up from your shoulder to your jaw. You were already worked up from the lapdance and your kiss with taehyung, and you felt heat pool within you once again. That’s when you suddenly felt him grab your hair and pull back, forcing you to expose more of your neck. He bit down hard at the same time, and you couldn’t help the strangled moan that tumbled out of your mouth. He pulled back at the sound, a look of triumph and lust in his eyes as he smirked down at you and licked his lips. “I guess you like it rough then, I’ll remember that.”

Confused, you pushed yourself off of his lap and went back to your spot, now frustrated, embarrassed and way too turned on to care about this game anymore. You poured yourself another drink as you waited for the next question.

“Jimin, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” he said immediately. What was with everyone today? I guess they don’t want to be exposed like Hoseok. Jungkook thought for a moment, and you kind of hoped that this dare included you.

“I dare you to have 7 minutes in heaven with y/n,” he said with a sly grin. You choked on the drink you had in your mouth and looked a Jungkook, not expecting him to have said that, given your earlier confession. Though you were shocked, you couldn’t help but feel slightly happy that it was with Jimin. Jungkook whispered something to Jin, and he nodded in response before standing up and walking towards the hallway. He looked over his shoulder and told you to follow him as he continued to walk. You hesitantly got up after Jimin looked at you, and followed Jin to a room at the end of the short hallway. He opened the door for the two of you and as soon as you stepped inside, you heard the door close and lock. What? Did he just lock us in? And why does it lock from the outside? As you were trying to come up with reasons as to why Jin would need a room that locked from the outside, Jimin cleared his throat and you turned to look at him.

“Come here,” he says as he pats the spot next to him on the bed. You look around the room for the first time, and realize you’ve never been in here. You’ve visited this house many times over the years, but you had never seen the inside of Jin’s room before. The walls were a pale grey, with black furniture and dark floors. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room, draped in beautiful blood-red sheets. You walked towards the bed and sat down next to Jimin who looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He turns to you and smirks, “so, what am I doing to you in your fantasies kitten?”

His question threw you off, and you weren’t sure how to answer him. You had been friends for some time, but no one knew about your feelings until tonight. You had hoped that they would forget about it, but you realized that you’d never live this down. You fought with yourself, wondering if you should give in to him or if you should avoid the situation. Before you could make your decision, you felt him move closer, his breath fanning across the side of your face.

“Tell me kitten, I want to make you feel good” he whispered. You felt a shiver run through you as he moved his hand on top of your thigh, squeezing firmly. You stayed silent, but you didn’t pull away, giving him the go ahead to continue. Jimin moved his lips to your neck, noticing the mark Jungkook had left on you and bit down on the spot. Before you could control yourself you moaned at the feeling, and his tongue followed, soothing the slight sting. His hand moved up your thigh and closer to where you wanted him, his fingers slipping in between your legs as his hand continues to move towards you centre. When he was right where you wanted him, he moved his hand away and to the button of your shorts, “tell me if you want to stop.”

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That One Dreadful Call (Part 3)

Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,567

Warnings: language, mention at torture violence, angst as per usual 

A/N: I have been bored all day so this is what you get :) and I’m going to give most of the credit to @mamapeterson bc she was a genius in beta’ing this…she improved tf out of it and made it what it is!! Feedback is appreciated!!

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by thebuckybrnes

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The Plan (Young James Potter x reader)

A/N: this is so cheesy but my brain was like “you need to write this. you nEED THIS” so i did it :))

word count: 1235 (aw hell yeah)
warnings: noooope

“I can’t believe you didn’t get your form signed, Y/N!!” James huffs as you both enter the common room.

Sirius and Remus follow behind you. “Wait, you didn’t get it signed?! The first Hogsmeade trip is tomorrow!” Sirius cries, a look of panic on his face.

“You can’t possibly expect us to go without you!!” Remus exclaims.

You sit down and bury your face in your hands. “I know. I’m sorry. Just- please don’t make me feel worse about this than I already do,” You sigh.

“Wait. Guys, there could be a way we could get her there.” James implies, a smirk of realization on his face.

You lift your head to look at him. “What d'you mean? Prongs, I didn’t get my form signed.”

“We’re the Marauders, for crying out loud!” He announces, his grin growing. Remus and Sirius give him a look. “Moony, the map, if you would.” He places the map in James’s open palm. “Right here. Secret passage. Leads to the basement of Honeydukes.” He points to an entrance. “You two,” He gestures to the other two boys. “will go with the rest of the group. Y/N and I will meet you at the candy shop at noon.” He turns back to you. “We’re gonna have to use my cloak.”

“You guys can just go without me. It’s-”

“No,” The three decide all at once.

You laugh, “Alright, then.”

So, the next morning, you wait for the boys in the common room. The two dogs come down first with smiles on their faces. “Prongs’ll be down in a minute. He’s just making the last few preparations,” Sirius smirks. Preparations? Aren’t you just sneaking out under the cloak? How many preparations are needed?

“We’ll see you there, Y/N.” Remus says and claps you on the shoulder. They leave. They’re acting a bit strange, aren’t they?

James comes down a few moments later, invisibility cloak in one hand, map in the other. “Well, c'mere.” He places the cloak over your shoulders and then shortly joins you underneath it.

“A bit snug, isn’t it?” you note.

He nods. “Yeah, I suppose so.” The two of you share a beat of pure quiet, just taking in the close proximity of each other’s bodies. You swear you can feel him breathing. “Right then,” he breaks the silence. “Let’s go.”

You and he exit the common room and head to the entrance to the secret passage. “Here, take my hand. It’s- er- pretty dark down there,” James says, gesturing down the dank, gloomy staircase. “Wouldn’t want you to trip or anything.”

“We have wands, Prongs. We literally have spells to light up the tunnel,” you chuckle.

He rolls his eyes. “Just- take my hand, Y/N.”

You bite your lip, holding back a grin, and nod. “Alright, alright.” Your fingers interlock with his and you can’t help but feel heat rush to your cheeks. “How long until we get there?” you ask after having already walked for a good ten minutes.

“Depends.” He shrugs vaguely, absentmindedly licking his lips and glancing around the tunnel. Your hand is sticky in his. You’re not quite sure if yours is the clammy one or his. You wait for him to go on but he doesn’t.

“Depends on what?” you muse.

He merely shrugs again. “I dunno; it usually takes around an hour.”

Your eyes widen. “An hour?! James, I’m cold! I can’t-”

“I’ll keep you warm, then!” He lets go of you hand and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. “We are not going to Hogsmeade without you, so suck it up.”

Okay, your heart is pounding. You clear your throat. “O-okay, then.” You have to force the words out your mouth.

He furrows his brows at you. “Are you alright?”

You nod. “Just cold, like I said.”

He gives you a look. “You’re doing the nervous thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you scoff. You know exactly what he’s talking about.

“The thing you do when you’re nervous. You tap your fingers on your leg. Incessantly, I might add,” he notes, poking your side playfully. You let out a giggle, not meaning to. “Now, what are you worried about? D'you think we’re gonna get caught or something?”

You exhale shakily and reply, “No. I’m not worried about anything.”

“Well then, why are you-?”

“Come off it, Prongs!” you snap. “I’m fine-”

So caught up in hiding your nerves, you aren’t watching where you’re going. You trip. Of course. You’ve stepped on the corner of the cloak and you’re about to fall.

“Y/N!” James luckily still had his arm locked around you. He pulls you back to keep you from face planting; only he pulled you back too far. You’re practically in a dip position.

You gasp so loudly. You’re catching your breath as the boy stares down at you. You feel him grip you tighter, draw you closer to him. Though it’s dark, he smiles down at you, and everything around you just seems so bright. In this moment, your body held up by his, nothing else matters. There is nothing else in the whole world except you and him. God, you wish that you could just tell him how much he means to you. You wish you could tell him how he’s all you think about, how he makes your legs turn to jelly when he says your name, how-

Your thoughts are interrupted by his lips pressed softly to yours. Slightly startled at first, you quickly assess the situation and find yourself kissing him back. It’s gentle and warm, just like how you’d imagined.

He pulls away, somewhat reluctantly. “I’m sorry- I’ve just been wanting to do that for so- you were just so- Are you alright?”

You nod, a grin playing on your lips. “I’m fine, now shush. You’re ruining it.”

“Sorry,” he laughs, leaning back down into you. His mouth meets yours again and you don’t think you’ve ever felt happier. There’s this fuzzy feeling pulsing through your entire being. You haven’t got a single care or worry. James Potter is holding you in his arms, kissing you. “Glad to know everything went according to plan,” he smirks against your lips.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you inquire. “What plan?”

“The plan the boys and I stayed up all night plotting out. The plan for me to finally get you alone to- well- to do this,” he answers. “Moony and Padfoot have had to listen to me ogle over you since fourth year,” he chuckles, standing you upright and brushing your hair behind your ear.

You’re practically speechless. “Fourth year,” you utter. “James, fourth year?”

He bites his lip. “Yeah..”

“Me too!” you giggle, overcome with giddiness.

“Really?!”

“Yes!” You’re full on laughing now. “I’ve fancied you for so long! Why didn’t you ever say anything?!” You’ve buried your head in the crook of his neck now.

He just laughs right along with you, shaking his head. “We’re just a couple of idiots, aren’t we?”

“Think so,” you respond, grabbing his hand. “Okay, okay. We oughta get going now. Don’t wanna leave the other two waiting.”

“At this point, I couldn’t care less if they’re left waiting.” He kisses your cheek still beaming dopily. The two of you continue walking until you get to Honeydukes to tell the dogs the good news.

Mad Donut - Drabble

Bucky X Reader

Anon’s request: Hiiiiii could you do one where Bucky is mad at the reader for something stupid and the reader is super sorry about it but buck is still mad so the reader end up like koalaing him (like the reader is on his back, literally, until buck forgives) tons of fluff plz. I hope my request made sense :|

A/N: Anon’s request! UHUL! Thanks for requesting, dear, I hope you like it. It did made sense in my mind (I think, if you like what I wrote, then perhaps it did).  Gif specially made for this.

A/N2: Requests are open. If you want to be tagged/removed, tell me and I will arrenge it!

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“Bucky, c’mon,” you pleaded, but he wouldn’t bulge.

Bucky was mad.

“Buck, I said I’m sorry,” you tried taking his hand, but he just walked faster. “Bucky, seriously, I am sorry.”

“Doesn’t change what you did,” he growled over his shoulder, but kept walking – strutting would be a better word.

You hadn’t meant to do it. Truthfully. But it happened.

You wanted something sugary and it was pouring outside. There were donuts – actually one last donut – and you couldn’t help yourself. You ate it. Since it was your favorite and the last one of the box, you even licked the box. Worth it.

Bucky however wasn’t pleased about what you did. He had kept that donut to share it with you, but when he got home it was gone.

Now he was on his way to buy more at the shop in the corner, an old place where Bucky and Steve had bought candy as kids. You were right after him, apologizing.

“Bucky.”

He wouldn’t even look at you.

So an idea hit you. it probably wasn’t your most mature movement – if anyone’s – but you stopped following him for a couple seconds. He discretely looked at you over his shoulder and you stood still. When he turned his gave forward again, you sprinted to him, used your momentum to jump and wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

Bucky didn’t almost fell – of course not, he was pure muscle and a master-assassin – like you had expected, but he still came to a halt to understand what you’d done.

“Y/n?”

“Yes?” Bucky could hear the smirk on your voice, your lips right by his ear.

“What are you doing?”

Bucky was confused, possibly a little shocked. He was still frozen in the middle of the street, which was saying something because he hated being exposed.

“I’m staying here until you forgive me.”

“What the… You know what? Okay.”

Despite his I’m-still-mad-at-you attitude, Bucky grabbed hold of your legs to secure your hold onto him. You buried your face into his neck and kissed the skin there.

“Don’t. You ate the last muffin. I don’t want your kisses.”

“But you’re okay with carrying me around,” you pointed out.

“Serum and metal arm, you’re as light as a sheet of paper. And you literally attacked me.”

“Fair enough.”

You didn’t let go of him when he stopped in front of the shop. Bucky sighed and walked in, with you still ‘koalaing’ into him. You actually didn’t let go until his order came – after a small line to ask what he wanted, pay and wait for the huge package -, with both Bucky’s favorite (chocolate) and yours.

You had a feeling the diner’s menu was donuts. Not that you were complaining.

“Let’s eat!” you squealed and made grabby movements as you reached for the box, which he held high above his head.

“Nop, ma’am.”

You pouted and he pecked your lips, not mad anymore.

The secret to a gentle and lovely Bucky Barnes was feed him, especially sugar. He had a sweet tooth, accordingly to Steve, since he was a child.

“We’re eating those at home, doll,” he kissed you again, “I got an idea about what to do with those,” he shook the box a bit.

You smiled and kissed him again, carding your fingers through his silky hair.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Then he turned around so his back was facing you. “Hop on, my koala.”

You took a step back and jumped to fix yourself on his back the same way you had before. “Never call me that again.”

“Never eat the last donut alone again.”

You kissed his neck and he squeezed your thigh with his free hand, the metal one firmly holding the huge box full of donuts.

What Bucky did with you and the donuts… That’s up to you.


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Shy

Awwweee yay ! :) So I thought of a Bucky imagine (he’s such a bae) maybe where you’re dating him but you’re also a bit shy and you feel bad about that, but Buck thinks it’s totally cute and loves it. One time while you’re over at his Apartment in the Tower you cuddle but then Bucky starts tickling you which Ends up, you on top of him. Since then, things get heated and passionate and Bucky makes the night all about you? :) I hope you’re okay with this smut hihi THX <3 <3

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Originally posted by seb-smut

You were always a timid, shy person. Your face would turn a bright red anytime someone spoke to you and your voice would come out wobbly and soft. The team had to get used to your quiet voice and had to remember not to call you out on it; or else you’d feel upset.

Everyone knew you were shy and had a shell you liked to remain in. Bucky Barnes has brought you out of that shell, little by little. He adores how shy and quiet you are, but he also loves to see you initiate a conversation on your own.

It took you a while to warm up to everybody and the first time you let yourself laugh uncontrollably without a care in the world made Bucky fall even more in love with you.


You were sitting in Bucky’s apartment in the Avengers tower, cuddling after your movie had ended. The final credit rolled off the screen and you stretched out, sighing. “I liked that movie.” Bucky said with a smile. “I know right! It’s so cute. Olaf is my favorite.” You said softly with a small squeak of a giggle.

“What was that squeak, Doll?” Bucky asked, chuckling lightly. You blushed and giggled a little more. “Stooopp.” You playfully whined, lightly hitting Bucky’s muscular chest. “Nooo.” Bucky whined back, pulling you into his lap.

You giggled a little more, feeling Bucky’s hands rest on your sides. “You’re so gorgeous, Y/N.” Bucky said, looking into your eyes. Your cheeks burned red and you hid your face with your hands. “Aww, Doll!” Bucky chuckled, rubbing your sides.

A loud string of laughter came from your mouth at the sudden action, your body writhing slightly. “That tickles!” You whined, pouting as you moved Bucky’s hands away from you. Bucky smiled and raised his eyebrows at you. “Oh, it does?” Bucky teasingly asked.

You felt his fingers dig into your sides and you squealed out, laughing harder as he continued. You gasped for air, writhing around in Bucky’s lap. He laughed with you and you tried to push his hands away but he didn’t budge. His eyes remained on you as his heart fluttered in his chest.

“S-stop, ple-eaaase!” You squealed while you laughed so hard tears filled your eyes. Bucky’s fingers slowed to a stop and you breathed heavily, collapsing into Bucky’s chest, with a strong laugh.

Bucky fell silent and you caught your breath, looking up at him. Your sides burned from the tickle session. Bucky was staring at you, a smile on his face. “What?” You softly asked, clearing your throat gently. “I love you.” Bucky whispered.

Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly. “Y-you do?” You asked, getting shy again. You could hear the small intake of breath Bucky took. “I do. So much.” Bucky said, pulling you in for a kiss.

You kissed Bucky back, a small smile tugging at your lips. You pulled away, gasping for air. “I love you too.” You said, twirling a strand of Bucky’s hair around your index finger.

Bucky’s eyes remained on your face as he slowly leaned into your neck. You nervously sat there, anxious for his next move.

A small gasp fell from your mouth as you felt Bucky’s lips press to your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed as he pulled away just enough to let his tongue trace little circles against your pulse point. “Bucky.” You whispered breathlessly.

Your shy nature caused your cheeks to turn bright red. “Y/N, let me show you how much I love you.” Bucky whispered into your ear, making you shiver. You opened your eyes and nodded slightly. “O-okay.” You said softly.

Bucky pulled away from your neck and looked you in the eyes. You got even more shy and turned away. “Baby doll, it’s okay. It’s just me.” Bucky said with a smile.

You frowned at Bucky, feeling bad about yourself for being so shy. “Hey, what’s the matter?” Bucky asked, looking at you worriedly. “Was it me? Oh no, did I go too far?” Bucky asked, feeling like this was his fault.

You shook your head quickly. “No! No, I..I want to. It’s just, I’m too shy. I don’t have a lot of experience.” You said quietly, feeling ashamed. “Y/N, that’s okay. I don’t mind. I love how shy you are.” Bucky said, kissing your nose.

You smiled and bit your lip. Bucky looked at your lips and brought his thumb to them, slowly pulling your bottom lip from underneath your teeth. “I’ll make it all about you tonight.” Bucky said as softly as you usually speak, making you feel safe in his arms.

You blushed and nodded, holding onto Bucky as he stood with you clinging to him. Bucky carried you to his bed from his little couch in his bedroom.

Bucky gently put you down on your back and slid off his shoes before hovering above you. He smiled down at you and began to lift your shirt up, his flesh hand rubbing the smooth skin exposed to him.

“Is this okay?” Bucky asked as his hand slid further up your shirt. You hesitantly nodded, goosebumps covering your skin from the cool air in the room. You leaned up so Bucky could take your shirt off and he sighed out, looking down at you.

You shyly crossed your arms over your chest, wishing you hadn’t worn such a girly pink bra. Bucky frowned, pulling your arms away. “You’re gorgeous.” Bucky whispered, leaning down to kiss your collarbones.

You felt Bucky raise your arms above your head, adding a little pressure as he gripped your wrists. Bucky’s lips made their way to the top of your left breast and you gasped, closing your eyes for a split second.

You quickly opened them, watching as Bucky licked a stripe up your cleavage. “You’re so soft, Y/N.” Bucky said with a smile, moving his flesh hand to pull your bra strap down your shoulder.

“I like the pink, by the way.” Bucky said, making you blush again. “Th-thanks.” You said with a soft giggle. Bucky pulled your other bra strap down, helping you sit up again so he can remove your bra.

The cool air caused your nipples to harden and Bucky let out a small groan. “Amazing.” He breathed, leaning down to capture one in his mouth. You let out a squeak and Bucky groaned even louder, grazing his teeth against your nipple.

“You can be loud, Y/N, I really don’t mind.” Bucky said in a sultry tone as he pulled away from your breast.


You were a sweaty and loud moaning mess, your hands tangled in Bucky’s hair as he worked his tongue around your clit. You could feel him groan against you every time you tugged on his hair.

“B-Bucky I’m gonna-” You whimpered out, arching your back. The pleasure spread throughout your whole body as Bucky continued to lick and suck on your pussy.

Bucky’s metal arm held your hips down as you writhed around on the bed. Bucky cleaned you up with his tongue and kissed his way up your stomach. “Mm, you taste just as innocent.” Bucky moaned, nipping at your skin.

Your breathing was heavy and deep, your head still spinning from your orgasm. “You’re good at that.” You said breathlessly. Bucky chuckled deeply. “I aim to please my Princess.” He said, resting in between your legs.

You bit your lip and looked down at Bucky’s still covered cock. “Do you want to go further?” Bucky quietly asked. You nodded. “Words, baby.” Bucky said, kissing your chin. “Yes, I want you Bucky.” You whimpered, craving to feel him inside of you.

You blushed at your own words and Bucky pulled off his boxers. His erection sprang free and you gasped. Bucky chuckled, taking it in his hand. The tip was red and you could tell he was ready to chase his own release.

Bucky aligned himself in between your legs, rubbing the tip against your sensitive clit. Your hips jerked a tad at the contact and you whimpered. “I love the sounds you make.” Bucky said lowly, grabbing your hands and holding them above your head.

You whined impatiently, rubbing your wet pussy against Bucky’s hard cock. “Bucky, please.” You softly begged.

Bucky smirked and started to slip himself inside of you slowly and carefully. You gasped and your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head.

“Fuck.” Bucky groaned out, sliding in deeper as he watched you. He stretched you a good bit and you definitely felt full. Or so you thought. Bucky finally filled you up, his pubic bone resting against your clit. He was a lot to take in for sure.

Bucky gave you time to adjust and you were panting. “You’re so wet for me, котенок.” Bucky rasped, starting to slide in and out slowly.

You moaned, wanting him to take control. “Harder.” You begged, looking into Bucky’s eyes. “Are you sure?” He asked, suddenly growing serious. “Yes. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk.” You said softly, trying to pull your hands out of his grip.

Bucky gasped and moaned. “God, you’re sexy when you’re shy, but this is a new side of you.” Bucky smirked and pulled out, and just as quickly, he shoved himself back in. You cried out, loving how he filled you. “Shit, yes.” Bucky growled.

Bucky started to pound into you, his mouth catching onto one of your bouncing breasts. You wrapped your legs around Bucky’s waist, screaming out his name as his thrusts got faster. “Bucky, oh my god!” You cried.

Bucky’s flesh hand twitched in yours and you bit your lip. “Choke me, Soldier.” You whimpered out. Your face got red, not believing your mouth spoke what was on your mind.

Bucky’s thrusts came to a complete stop. “Oh, котеноk.” Bucky said with a devious smile. Bucky got up on his knees, still inside of you. His flesh hand released yours and he brought it to your neck. You moaned, moving your hips against his.

Bucky’s thick cock slid in and out of you and he applied more pressure to your throat. He started to thrust inside of you faster and harder. “You like that? You like when I choke you and fuck you this hard?” Bucky said, his breath uneven.

You nodded, gripping onto his wrist. You could still breathe through your mouth and you let out a particularly loud moan when Bucky’s cock hit your g-spot. “There it is.” He chuckled darkly.

Bucky’s metal thumb started to rub fast circles against your clit and you felt your orgasm approach quickly. “I’m close.” You squealed, gasping for air.

Bucky grunted and nodded. “I feel you-oh God.” Bucky growled as your pussy clenched around him. “Wait for me. Don’t cum yet, Princess.” He said, speeding up his movements.

You moaned, digging your nails into Bucky’s arm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Bucky groaned, his thrusts losing their rhythm. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You had to cum and you had to do it now.

“Buckyyyy”, you moaned as your pussy tightened around Bucky’s cock again, “I need to-” “Cum for me, Y/N. Cum.” Bucky ordered. You gasped as your orgasm hit you.

Bucky’s hand tightened around your throat, so much so, you couldn’t breathe. You didn’t care, you loved it. A smile formed on your lips as you came around Bucky.

You felt hot and long spurts of Bucky’s cum fill you up inside, a little bit seeping out of your pussy. Bucky came down from his high and you moaned as you finished coming down from yours.

Bucky pulled out slowly and fell onto his back beside you. You both were breathing heavy and you let out a small giggle. You covered your face with your hands. “What’s so funny?” Bucky asked with a chuckle. “I’m getting shy.” You said quietly.

Bucky chuckled again. “You’re always shy.” He said with a smile. Bucky got up to get a damp towel to clean you both up with.

You and Bucky were cuddling now, still unclothed and worn out. Bucky’s metal hand was drawing small circles on your back and you pressed kisses to his scar. “I love you.” You whispered softly.

You lovingly looked up at him, your cheeks red. “I love you too, my shy girl.” Bucky smiled, pulling you in for a kiss.

Note: omg, i hope you liked this! thanks for the cute request! i relate to this, ugh. im so frickin shy, its a pain sometimes .c

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I want to say that I love your writings but that doesn't do it justice. I look forward to them. Also, can I ask for one we're reader is a tomboy that acts flirtatious and confident- but it's really to mask very low self-esteem- and secretly crushes on Mcree. They'd never ask because of this even though they've been best friends since forever. Somehow, Jessie finds out and uses this to tell reader about his feelings for them (you can use your imagination for the end). Thanks you for reading this!

((A/N - you are too kind! I hope you enjoy 💜))

You wished you had a hat. Not a cowboy hat like Jesse’s, but just a beanie or a cap or something. Your locks kept on being flung into your face by the wind, no matter how many times you tucked them behind your ear. You felt self-conscious as you hadm’t washed your hair today. A nice hat could cover it up. Granted it was a nice day, and the small inconvenience was probably worth it because the view from the café’s garden was incredible. Perched on the peak of a grassland, you could see rolling hills for miles, with the odd patch of darkened woods where if you looked closely, wild rabbits could be seen hopping around. At least you could, if your view wasn’t obstructed by hair.

“Maybe y'should get the chop.” Jesse observed, sipping at his beer in the dark green bottle.
You huffed at him, holding your hair in both hands as makeshift pigtails, which made him cackle.

“Maybe you should let me borrow your hat.”
“No way, doll. Should'a brought your own.
“Please? How am I supposed to enjoy our lovely day out if I can’t even see.”

Now it was Jesse’s turn to huff. Putting his bottle down on the worn metal bistro table, he gingerly took off his hat. Swooping your hair over your right shoulder and holding it there, you reached over and used your left hand to ruffle his mop as a thank you. He placed the hat down on your head forcefully.

“Oi. Not necessary.” You pouted, plaiting your hair skillfully.

He grinned at you.

“What?”
“Howdy, pard'ner.”
“… What?” You asked again, still confused.
“Your hair. My hat. You look like a proper cowgirl.”

You snorted. Jesse picked up his beer.

“Comin’ from the legendary Jesse McCree himself?” You exaggerated the southern belle accent, placing a hand in the centre of your chest.

He nearly spat his drink over you, but managed to swallow it.
“My goodness, (Y/N). Is that really what I sound like?”
Eyes wide, he wiped a hand over his smiling lips to get rid of a spatter of beer.

“No, but you have to admit you do put it on sometimes.”
“Alright, I will admit that. Only if you admit ya like wearin’ my hat.” He smirked devilshly.
You smiled, but your brows were furrowed as to say of course you did.
“Jesse.”
“(Y/N).”
“Half of my wardrobe is made up of your old clothes.”
“No. I have to keep buying new clothes because ya keep on stealin’ them.”
You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, laughing.
“You have a point. What’re best friends for if you don’t share clothes?”

You managed to take a swig of your beer, now that your hair was out of the equation.

He was still looking at you, half a smile on his lips.

“What?”
“Nothin’. Jus’ like bein’ here with you is all.”
“Cute. Now stop being sappy and finish your beer. I want to buy a hat.”
His eyes narrowed at you, keeping contact until he gulped the last drop. Jesse plonked the bottle on the table, followed by a satisfied ‘ahh.’

“I’m surprised you’re not g'na keep that one.” Scraping his chair back he nodded to the leather material protecting your head.

“I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see how lucky I get.”
“You’ve got me. I’ll say you’re pretty darn lucky.”
A dust of pink scattered your cheeks as you rolled your eyes at him and stood up.

He was your best friend, and had been for a very long time. Okay, there were times that you had thought of him as more, but you didn’t want to ruin what you already had. You’d watched too many TV shows and movies where friends decided to be in a relationship and they’d ended up breaking up and not talking to each other again. You knew better. You hoped Jesse knew better too. However, you hadn’t been in a proper relationship in a very long time, your last one ending on somewhat bad terms. It really put a damper on your confidence, and you weren’t particularly keen to go through it again.

Yeah, and Jesse was there to comfort you after the breakup.

That’s because he’s my best friend.

You like him.

Of course I do, he’s my friend.

That’s a cover up and you know it. You like him.

Your lips narrowed and brows furrowed at your internal battle.

“You okay, doll? Y'look a bit outta it.”
“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You put on a fake smile and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the café.

His warm, large, firm hand that could easily make you bend to his will.

Woah there. Not in public.

Suddenly realising how clammy your palms were, you instantly pulled your hand out of Jesse’s grip and looked back to flash a quick smile to reassure him.

Stepping into a clothing store you picked up the first hat you saw, even if it was in the men’s section. You carefully took off Jesse’s hat and handed it to him to hold. Shoving the grey woollen beanie on your head, you span and turned to look at Jesse expectantly.

“Well?”
“Not g'na lie. You look like a female Reyes.”
 You snorted and pulled the hat off, a few strands of your hair coming loose. Jesse came forward and gently brushed them behind your ear. He pointed to a cap.
“Whatta ‘bout that one?”
You put the beanie back on the hook and tried on the cap. You raised an eyebrow.

“Grungy.”
“You’re too old to even know what that word means.”
“’S'cuse me?”
You chuckled, reaching up on your toes to pat his head. You’d never really noticed how much taller he was than you.
“It’s okay, sweetie. We all get old one day.”
You turned around to look in the mirror just in time to miss Jesse blush.
“I might get this one. Seems okay.”
“Yeah, suits ya, doll.”
You smiled at his compliment, your eyes catching in the mirror.

Taking the cap off and flattening the rest of your hair, you made your way over to the tills to pay.

“Hi there! Did you find everything you needed today?” The cashier asked.
“Yeah, thanks. I only needed a hat as Mr. Grumpy Pants got annoyed I had to borrow his.”
You like to think she let out a genuine laugh.
You paid for the hat, joking around with the cashier while she put it in a bag.
“I hope you and your boyfriend have a lovely rest of the day.”
“Thanks!”

Wait. What?!

You span around on your heels, too embarrassed to correct her.

You are just friends.

That’s bullcrap and you know it.

Stop. There’s nothing more.

You hold hands. You wear his clothes. You enjoy being in each other’s company. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, right?

Shit.

You pulled the hat out of the bag and tore the tags off. You stuffed it on your head, grinning at Jesse.
“Now I don’t have to steal yours.”
He looked at you, blank faced.
“I heard what the cashier said.”
“You did? Oh. Funny, huh?”
“You didn’t correct her.”
“Erm, nope. Sorry? I guess.”

He broke into a grin.

“Don’t apologise.”
He threw his arm around your shoulder as you both walked down the street.

“Have you ever imagined us being t'gether?”
“I mean.. That’s a full on question.”
“Yae or nae, is all I need.”
“Okay, sure.”
“Good. So’ve I.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, the brim of your cap casting a shadow over your face.

“You have?”
“Di'n’t I jus’ say that?”
You pressed your lips together.
“Well.. How did it pan out?”
“We were happy. We’ve known each other for such a long time, (Y/N).”
“I know we have, but I don’t want to ruin what we already have.”
“You pulled your hand away from me earlier.”
“Yep.”
“What was that about? Did'ja get freaked out it seemed we were more than ‘friends’?” He exaggerated friends with his finges doing air quotations.

He needed to stop changing the subject too quickly, he was catching you off guard.

“Er,” you coughed slightly, “Sure.”
You dipped out from under his arm and started walking over to a vacant bench. He was immediately behind you, you both sitting down at the same time.

“I don’t wanna do anythin’ that makes ya feel weird.”
“It’s weird even talking about it.”

Jesse let out a hearty chuckle. He put his hand on your thigh and his chocolate eyes met yours.
“Seriously, (Y/N). I’ve noticed the way ya look at me.”
You glanced away, feeling like a deer in headlights the way he was staring at you so intently.
“We can go slow. Everything would still be the same. I’ll still be the same ol’ Jesse McCree 'nd look after ya. There’d just be sex every once in a while.”
You snapped back to look at him, mouth agape.
“Jesse McCree. We are in public!“ 
He grinned at you wolfishly.
"Well? Whadd'ya say?”
“I-”
You weren’t used to being put on the spot.
“Sure.”
He encased you in a bear hug.
“Y'all have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” His voice slightly muffled from being buried in the crook of your neck. You leant into him, smiling.

See, was that so difficult?

You hated your internal voice. She was always right.

“Wait 'til I tell everybody back at base.”
“Hey, we haven’t-”
“It’s official, (Y/N).” He sat back and grinned. “C'mon!”

He dragged you from off the bench, headed to where the car was parked, practically bouncing around like an enthusiastic puppy.

You shook your head to yourself and smiled. What on earth had you gotten yourself into.

anonymous asked:

"I'm not wearing that." Marichat or Adrienette (whichever gives you the most inspiration!💖)

“I’m not wearing that,” Adrien said, backing away with his hands up.

Marinette’s face fell. “Oh, um, okay. I thought you were going to help me…b-but it’s okay.” She sat the black mask back down on her desk. “Maybe Nino won’t mind wearing it for the presentation.” 

“I’m sorry, Marinette. I just have a thing with masks.”

“You think it looks okay though?”

Adrien smiled. “It looks awesome! I bet Chat Noir would be really excited that you chose to base your design on his costume.”

“Maybe…” She picked the mask back up and fiddled with the pointed cat ears. “I know it’s not exactly like his mask but it seemed better to make it one piece instead of separate ears on a headband or something.”

“You’re really amazing at this kind of stuff.”

Marinette felt her cheeks warm. “T-thanks, Adrien,” she squeaked. “I’m, uh, going to go downstairs and grab us some waters.” She quickly disappeared through the trap door and down the stairs.

Adrien picked up the mask and turned it over in his hands. It was really cool looking. It was a shame he wouldn’t be able to wear it. Maybe Marinette could design a Ladybug one. No one would think twice about him wearing that for the presentation.

He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror above her dresser. He cast a glance at the open trap door and then closed in on the mirror, sliding the mask over his head. It wouldn’t hurt to take a quick peek–

“My dad just made some fresh cookies so I–”

Adrien whipped around to face Marinette, black mask in place. “Oh s–”

Marinette took in a deep breath and turned back down the stairs and then screamed.

Adrien looked back at his reflection. “Well, this is a cat-astrophy.”

Originally posted by thoughtsofanauthor

Hope you enjoyed it, anon! :) Thanks for the prompt! I’ve already done a Marichat version of this prompt here.

If you would like me to write a short ML drabble, send me a prompt from this list and a pairing and I will get to it when I can. :) I don’t mind doing the same prompt for different pairings but I won’t duplicate the same prompts/pairings.

Family — Wonho AU | Part Five

A/N: omg this part is so bad and I’m so sorry to make you all read this with your own two eyes, please forgive me OTL. Also, I apologize for making you all wait so long for this one


parts: prologue | one | two | three | four 

length: 2290 words


You release a heavy sigh as you stare up at the ceiling. The sounds of gunshots fill the room and soon Changkyun is groaning in frustration as Minhyuk laughs happily.

“Hyung, we’re on the same team!” the younger shouts. Minhyuk doesn’t reply but by the sounds of things exploding you know he’s still messing around.

“Y/N, your feet are next to his head, can you kick him?” Changkyun asks you over his shoulder.

You lazily whack the top of your foot against the back of Minhyuk’s head. The blonde hisses through his teeth but keeps playing.

“You should play with us,” Changkyun keeps talking. “Sitting there sighing isn’t going to get time to move faster.”

“You should’ve just gone with them,” Minhyuk adds in. He jolts to the side as if he’s actually dodging what’s happening on the screen.

“I didn’t want to intrude,” you murmur.

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the worth of the wait

B99 is back tomorrow and I finally finished something! For the first time in ages! So have a little season two era Jake/Amy ficlet, the title of which I stole from an Ivan & Alyosha song. Set immediately post Boyle-Linetti wedding because that ep is a GIFT. 


The wedding’s just starting to wind down when Amy tips back her drink, leans in towards his ear and says, quite calmly, “Can we go up to your room please?”

“Yes,” Jake blurts because well, obviously. Then almost as quickly, “Wait, why?”

“My garbagey dress is still in there,” Amy says, her breath warm on his neck, sweet with champagne. When she leans back he finds himself moving with her, keeping the distance between them at a fraction above non-existent. Just so he can still hear her over the DJ of course. That’s all. “You let me change up there earlier, remember?

“Oh.” He blinks, ignoring the tug of something that is absolutely not disappointment but just happens to feel very similar. “Of course! Yeah, let’s–”

“Why?” She’s still too close for him to see but it doesn’t matter – he can hear the smirk in her voice. “What’d you think I meant?”

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How Do You Fake Feelings (when you know they're real): Okay, Let’s Do This

Fic Request: Stiles and Lydia fake dating but actually dating in the end

Rating: K+

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Fake Dating!Stydia

Author: holybellamy

Part 2/?

Summary: Lydia meets Jackson at the supermarket, and he is back in town for his wedding. He invites her, and she doesn’t want to go there alone.

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When the Movie Ends (Harrison Osterfield)

Originally posted by just-us96

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Holland!Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Y/n starts off the day late for school, but is saved when Harrison takes her on his way to the store. He acts odd with her for the first time in a long time and Y/n seems suspicious of his behavior, especially when her brother can’t accompany them on their regular movie nights.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This fic was requested by the lovely @onlyalittleteenwolfobsessed who said, “Hey, so I just read through all of your imagines and let me just tell you, YOU ARE AMAZING. Anyway, I was wondering if I could get one with Harrison where you and he are best friends(and toms little sister if you want) but you and Harrison have feelings for each other and then you and Harrison have a movie night and accidentally say feelings. In the end, you and Harrison are making out and Tom walks in all awkward, please thank you so much!!!!!”

Masterlist Request a Prompt


“Thomas Stanley Holland! Harrison whatever the fuck your middle name is Osterfield!” You screamed. “I know it was you that put plastic wrap on my car!”

You stormed out to your backyard, you keys in hand and invisible smoke coming out of your ears.

“Hey, sis.” Tom said with a wave as he and Harrison did flips and tricks.

“Thomas Stanley Holland, I swear to God that if it was you that put the plastic wrap on my car I will gut you with my keys.” You threatened as you approached him and Harrison.

“It wasn’t me!” Tom exclaimed. “Why do you assume it was me?”

“Hmm, let me think.” You said, tapping your chin. “Let’s see, you changed my shampoo to hair dye, you moved all the furniture in my room two inches to the left, not to mention the time you changed all my lightbulbs to those black ones and let’s not forget the time you put a piece of plastic wrap in the doorway so I’d run into it. And that was all in the past two months.”

“Hey, don’t give Tom all the credit for those. Some of that was my brain child.” Harrison joked.

“Well, do you want to take the blame for me being late to class?” You asked in a snarky tone.

“No, ma'am. I’ll just blame Tom for this one.” Harrison said, his arms raised in mock surrender. “Sorry, mate.”

“It was Harry. He’s still mad about you dyeing his t shirts pink.”

“That was an accidental mishap with the laundry!” You exclaimed. “That boy loved revenge a little too much.”

“Do you need a ride to class?” Harrison asked awkwardly. “I was just about to head out to the store to get stuff for movie night. I can drop you off on my way.”

You took a glance at your watch. “I mean, if we leave now, I’ll only be twenty minutes late instead of just not going entirely.”

“Then I’ll take you to class. I’ll meet you at my car, okay? I just need to grab my stuff.”

“Thank you, Haz.” You smiled. “You’re the best!”

You turned on your heel and walked back into the house and out to the front to wait at the car.

“How do you even have a crush on her?” Tom asked Harrison as he put his things together.

“She’s amazing, Tom. You just don’t know cause you’re her older brother.”

“No, I know she’s amazing, but she’s absolutely insane.”

“You’re just jealous that you’re not that cool.”

“You do realize you’re supposed to be my best friend, right?”

“Well, as your best friend, I’m supposed to tell you you’re not as cool as your sister.”

“And this is why you should have never told me you liked her.”

Harrison showed up at the car, his things in his arms as you walked up to him and took some of his things.

“Could you have taken any longer?” You asked as you climbed into the car.

“Hey, don’t insult the one who’s taking you to school.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Why do I have a feeling you don’t mean that?”

You laughed. “Because I don’t.”

Harrison dropped you off at school, only twenty minutes late like you had said you would arrive. He seemed off to you as you quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek as a thanks for taking you to class, but his lack of response and flustered attitude seemed odd to you.

You both had been friends for years, ever since he and Tom had met and you had always seen yourself as the younger sister since Harrison had spent so much time with your brother, but now you were starting to rethink it all.

You returned home not long after class with the movies you picked up on the way and walked into the living room, surprised to only find Harrison on the couch with the usual snacks surrounding him.

“Where’s Tom?” You asked, setting your bag down and taking a seat beside him.

“He said that he had some business to attend to before movie night, so he’s gonna be a little late.” Harrison explained. “So, it looks like it’s just you and me for a while.”

You smiled. “Well, I don’t mind that.” You dug in your bag and pulled out a movie. “I hope you like The Godfather.”

“Oh, classic mobsters. Nice choice.” Harrison said with a smile. “Too bad I already got the movie.”

He pointed to the television screen and to your surprise, the movie was on with the home screen begging for someone to press play.

“You bastard, you could’ve told me you picked up a movie.”

“I said I was going to the store, didn’t I?”

You slugged him playfully before turning on the movie. You sat seperate for a while, staying quiet until it was you that made the first move. You moved closer to Harrison until you were shoulder to shoulder with him as you rested your head on his shoulder.

He shifted uncomfortably before clearing his throat.

You lifted your head up and looked at Harrison. “Are you okay, Haz? You’ve been acting weird today.”

“Me? Acting weird? No, no, I’m fine.” He stammered.

You sat up and faced him fully. “Um, no. You’re acting weird. You’ve been like this since you dropped me off this morning.”

“Do you want to know the truth?”

“No, I want you to lie to me.” You said with the roll of your eyes. “Yes, I want the truth.”

“Well, I know you’re Tom’s sister and all, but I really like you, Y/n. I like you a shit ton.” Harrison stated, his fear dissipating. “And it’s okay if you don’t like me too, cause have you seen this mug? And you probably see me as a brother or something and-”

“I like you too, Haz. I like you a lot, you fucking idiot.” You cut him off.

“Oh, shit, really?”

You laughed. “Yes, really.”

You leaned close to Harrison as he did the same, tucking your hair behind your ear before your eyes fluttered closed and your lips molded into his. You sighed softly as he pulled you closer to him, to the point that you were on top of him before he pulled away, breathing heavily. You began to kiss his cheeks and jaw, his face in your hands as he moaned softly.

“Okay, okay. I didn’t need to see that.” Tom’s voice caused you to pull away from Harrison only to find your brother with his eyes covered by his hands. “And this is why you should’ve never told me you liked my sister.”

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Words That Water Flowers - Chapter 10 - DecemberCamie - Hunter X Hunter [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Words That Water Flowers

Total word count: 22415 -> Chapter 10 word count: 2743

Chapter 10 summary:

Iktsuarpok (Inuit)- the anticipation you feel when you’re waiting for someone to come over to your house

This chapter gave me some trouble, honestly. But I’m happy with how it turned out in the end! 

There won’t be a chapter next week, unfortunately :( I’m home for spring break so I don’t have time to write. Also, just so you guys know, the final two chapters are linked meaning chapter 12 picks up directly where chapter 11 ends. And then we’re done!

Thank you all for your support and love for this story, I can’t tell you how much it means to me <3 I’ll see you all again the weekend of 4/22!


“- it’s just dumb, y’know?” Killua’s annoyed huff made static crackle out of the speaker on Gon’s cell phone. “I don’t get it. Why would you even bother trying to leave Zevil Island? I mean, he knows he needs six points to pass onto the next phase of the Exam.”

Gon hummed thoughtfully, watching golden sunbeams filter through the stained-glass window above the kitchen sink. The refined sunlight hit the granite counter in swirling shades of emerald green and sapphire blue.

“Maybe he’s looking for shortcuts?” he suggested.

“Ha, probably. I don’t think Milluki’s ever finished a game without finding some crazy trick to cheat his way through to the end. What a lazy bastard, huh? Can’t even win fairly at the one thing he’s actually good at.”

Gon’s lips tugged upwards into a crooked grin. It didn’t matter that Killua couldn’t see it- Killua always made him smile. It was a reflexive action, like breathing.

Switching the phone to his opposite hand, Gon said, “Not everyone is as good with video games as you are, Killua.” He carefully gripped the glass cup in his hand as he lifted it out of the dishwasher and placed it on the proper shelf. He had promised to finish his chores before Aunt Mito got back from shopping, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t talk to Killua at the same time.

“That is not my problem. Milluki’s the one who- SHIT!”

Gon’s stomach lurched. “What?! Killua, are you okay?!”

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inloveamateursatbest  asked:

“I’m leaving…and I’m not coming back.” and "I'm okay." angst and more angst :D

i did the former already but i’m more than happy to do the other one :D

“I’m okay,” Robert says, a smile on his face.

Aaron nods, distracted, rubbing at his ring finger. “Tell me about home.”

Robert does.


“Are you eating?” Aaron asks.

“I’m okay.” Robert rubs at his arm, dodging the question.

Aaron’s eyes narrow. “Robert.”

“Paddy says hi,” Robert lies, sees the way Aaron’s light up, and digs his nails into the palm of his hand.


“Where’d you get that?” Aaron’s fingers twitch, like he wants to reach out and touch.

The black is fading, Robert thinks, remembers looking in the mirror that morning. It’s a blend of yellow and green now. “You should see the other guy.”

“Robert.” Aaron’s face is tight, his eyes dull and tired.

“I’m okay,” Robert promises, touches his cheek gingerly.

Aaron doesn’t have to ask, can read Robert better than anyone ever has. “Finn?”

Robert doesn’t deny. “I didn’t hurt him.”

I didn’t fight back at all.


“Mum says you’re not sleeping.” Aaron looks wretched, guilty.

“She should keep her nose out,” Robert snaps, feels like breaking beneath the weight of Aaron’s gaze.

Aaron looks wild, angry. “You’re not being fair.”

Robert’s holding the table so tightly he wonders why it hasn’t snapped. “I swear I’m okay.”

An obvious lie.


“I’m worried about you,” Aaron admits, looking defeated.

“I’m,” Robert starts, licks his lips.

“Robert,” Aaron says, voice breaking.

“I’m not okay,” Robert says, feels the ground give way beneath his feet.



The pub door opens.

There’s a ringing in Robert’s ears and he takes a step forward, emotions a black mess in his head.

Aaron. Aaron.

Robert fists his hands in Aaron’s hoodie, real beneath his fingers.

Aaron tugs him forward, hands shaking.

Robert buries his face in Aaron’s neck, trembling. “Aaron. I-”

Aaron’s fingers thread into his hair, a grounding point of contact. “You’re okay.”

anonymous asked:

Lotor hits on Lance. Keith doesn't take it well

A Cuban, an alien prince, and a human-alien hybrid are all stuck in a ditch…


Someone is throwing mud. Big, thick globs of it. The closest one lands half an inch away from his boot, which he spent a good twenty minutes shining. Not that it matters much now, considering how he’s got his ass kissing up a nice warm spot at the bottom of a muddy trench.

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#9 - Wake up call

(Mon-El is mentioned here to follow the BULLSHIT canon but it goes better I promise)


The ringtone is loud and unnerving. She groans and try to grab her phone but she misses and the device falls on the floor with a dull tud. She swears inwardly and lean over the edge of the mattress to finally get a hold of her phone and the name on the screen makes her heart race and her eyes widen.

Her reflexes finally kicks in and she picks up.

She’s trying to compose herself as she sits up on the bed, covering her body with the sheet at the same time but her voice is still hesitant and surprised when she speaks.

“Miss … Miss Grant?”

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Fic: Those Bright-Eyed Boys

Title: Those Bright-Eyed Boys
Author(s): Lavenderprose
Rating: T
Summary: Yuuri has no idea how he came to be surrounded by so many different kinds of love.

Notes: Written for Victuuri week Day #1, with the Yuuri prompt: Confessions. Will be cross-posted to AO3 at some point, but not right now because I’m barely getting this in before the day is over and mama needs to slEEP.

Just so y’all know, there’s some past Chuchuyuu (Yuuri/Phichit) in this, but it’s mostly just them being incredibly loving and supporting friends and Yuuri being very deeply an happily in love with his fiance, Viktor Nikiforov.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Tim or Jason had never had their first kiss yet and the other volunteers to teach them how to kiss and it gets a lil' sloppy

rating: T

length: 1.9K

summary: Jason stared down at the new script. He flipped through the pages and saw his new part highlighted. A lot of color.

In the span of two minutes he’d been made the co-star of a major picture, opposite Tim Drake.

Tim- star of Jason’s fantasies for the last two years and the reason Jason realised he liked boys- Drake.

Fuck.

(AO3)

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Crush

Note: Okay, so I know I said that I was going to do Laurens angst, buuuuut I though of this idea instead for this prompt and I like it a whole lot more than my first idea…so enjoy some fluffy Laurens instead! :D

Request: 4 and 18 with john laurens or alexander? (you choose, your blog is fire so i trust u lmao)

Word Count: 755

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Warnings: None

AU: College

Originally posted by hamiltongifs

“So how are Eliza and the guys?” You asked your friend Alexander as you both sat at a table at the cafe on your campus.

You and Alexander decided to meet and catch up on each other since you both had been busy with school work for what seemed like forever.

“Eliza’s good. Lafayette’s back in France for the rest of the semester and Herc got a fashion show gig here in the city.” He said.

“That’s good.” You said, taking a sip of your coffee. “What about John? What’s he been up to?”

“Ah, yes. I can’t forget your crush, can I?” He stated, smirking behind his coffee cup.

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Friday Night (M)

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Prologue

Warnings: Oral (giving and receiving), voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough, daddy kink… (i think that’s it)

Word Count: 3,058

Summary: A simple game of truth or dare has taken a sharp left at some point, and you were perfectly okay with that.

A/N: Request for Anonnie!!


“Jungkook, truth or dare?” he asked. The maknae’s ears perked up, and he wasted no time answering.

“Dare.” he looked at you and winked, as if he knew what was about to happen.

“Hmm.. Okay Jungkookie, I dare you to try to make y/n moan in under 30 seconds.” why are you their guinea pig? Oh yea, because you’re the only girl here. You stared at Taehuyng in disbelief, and you heard Jimin muttering a string of profanities under his breath. “Oh, and you can’t use your hands.”

Jungkook didn’t seem to be phased by this, and beckoned you over with two fingers, his gaze darkening as you decided to go to him. He patted his lap, and you sat in it, looking around and feeling somewhat shy about having an audience, but another part of you enjoyed it. You downed the rest of your drink and set it down before you turned to face Jungkook. He grabbed your hips with strength you didn’t know he had, and leaned in towards your neck.

“Start the time.” he told Taehyung, who had his phone out. As soon as Taehyung pressed ‘start’, you felt Jungkook’s soft lips on your neck, his tongue coming out to lick a strip up from your shoulder to your jaw. You were already worked up from the lapdance and your kiss with taehyung, and you felt heat pool within you once again. That’s when you suddenly felt him grab your hair and pull back, forcing you to expose more of your neck. He bit down hard at the same time, and you couldn’t help the strangled moan that tumbled out of your mouth. He pulled back at the sound, a look of triumph and lust in his eyes as he smirked down at you and licked his lips. “I guess you like it rough then, I’ll remember that.”

Confused, you pushed yourself off of his lap and went back to your spot, now frustrated, embarrassed and way too turned on to care about this game anymore. You poured yourself another drink as you waited for the next question.

“Jimin, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” he said immediately. What was with everyone today? I guess they don’t want to be exposed like Hoseok. Jungkook thought for a moment, and you kind of hoped that this dare included you.

“I dare you to have 7 minutes in heaven with y/n,” he said with a sly grin. You choked on the drink you had in your mouth and looked a Jungkook, not expecting him to have said that, given your earlier confession. Though you were shocked, you couldn’t help but feel slightly happy that it was with Jimin. Jungkook whispered something to Jin, and he nodded in response before standing up and walking towards the hallway. He looked over his shoulder and told you to follow him as he continued to walk. You hesitantly got up after Jimin looked at you, and followed Jin to a room at the end of the short hallway. He opened the door for the two of you and as soon as you stepped inside, you heard the door close and lock. What? Did he just lock us in? And why does it lock from the outside? As you were trying to come up with reasons as to why Jin would need a room that locked from the outside, Jimin cleared his throat and you turned to look at him.

“Come here,” he says as he pats the spot next to him on the bed. You look around the room for the first time, and realize you’ve never been in here. You’ve visited this house many times over the years, but you had never seen the inside of Jin’s room before. The walls were a pale grey, with black furniture and dark floors. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room, draped in beautiful blood-red sheets. You walked towards the bed and sat down next to Jimin who looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He turns to you and smirks, “so, what am I doing to you in your fantasies kitten?”

His question threw you off, and you weren’t sure how to answer him. You had been friends for some time, but no one knew about your feelings until tonight. You had hoped that they would forget about it, but you realized that you’d never live this down. You fought with yourself, wondering if you should give in to him or if you should avoid the situation. Before you could make your decision, you felt him move closer, his breath fanning across the side of your face.

“Tell me kitten, I want to make you feel good” he whispered. You felt a shiver run through you as he moved his hand on top of your thigh, squeezing firmly. You stayed silent, but you didn’t pull away, giving him the go ahead to continue. Jimin moved his lips to your neck, noticing the mark Jungkook had left on you and bit down on the spot. Before you could control yourself you moaned at the feeling, and his tongue followed, soothing the slight sting. His hand moved up your thigh and closer to where you wanted him, his fingers slipping in between your legs as his hand continues to move towards you centre. When he was right where you wanted him, he moved his hand away and to the button of your shorts, “tell me if you want to stop.”

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The Parchment


“Oh [Y/n]!!!~” the twins chorused as they looped their arms through yours, walking with you on either side

“Oh Fred and George~” you mocked them “What do you want -.-” you said changing your tone to an ‘i’ll kill you’ tone.

“What we can’t just hang out with you?”

“We’re best friends after all.” George said after Fred

You stopped walking and unlinked you arms from theirs, now standing in front of them giving them a ‘really’ look. “Okay, okay.” they said in unison “We’ll get straight to the point.” After they said that they started circling you like sharks. “We saw you write ‘I <3Heart<3 Weasley’ on a parchment yesterday~” Fred said bending down slightly to your ear, not stopping his slow walking pace around you.

“Its not Ginny cause your a girl,” George said copying Fred’s actions.

“not Ron cause you have standards,”

“not Percy cause he’s a prat,”

“not Charlie cause you’ve hardly met him,”

“and not Bill cause he’s married.” the boys were going back and forth taking turns speaking. “So tell us [Y/n], which one of us is it?~” while asking their question the boys stopped circling you to stand in front of you.

You stared at them in silence before breaking out into uncontrollable laughter. The two boys just looked at you confused. “Oh come on you honestly don’t believe I like one of you, we’re best friends!” You said exaggerating the friends parts. “Besides who’s to say my standards aren’t low enough for Ronny boy or that I could find your prat of a brother Percy hot~” you winked at them.

“Yeah, yeah you’ve made your point.” they said sulking.

You laughed at them “Come on dinner is about to start.” You looped your arms through theirs once again and happily lead them through the corridors.

‘That was a close one’

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Little did you know how that the boys heart broke a little, hearing you say those things.