perfectly tousled hair a

ch. 1

Bad Habits || Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

(THIS GIF IS SO HOT LIKE !!!!!!)

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 1398

Warnings: none :)

note: i re-wrote this chapter i think 12321 times and idk if i’m completely satisfied with it BUT HERE IT IS! THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MAFIA!JB. hope you guys enjoy it and yeah…. happy reading and take care! -admin


Nighttime had always been the time when the demons came out to play; to bring out the worst in some people.Others may describe the night as downtown being lit up by the neon colors of the clubs and bars, shining on the rain-kissed sidewalks. However, in the night, I could be anybody and no-one would care who I really was.

My heels clicked on the sidewalk as I pulled my jacket closer to my body. As I passed by people, I observed their cheerful behavior and smiled. It reminded me of home of when I used to hang around my friends, laughing my head off like how these people were. However, moving to Korea alone was the result of my smile fading away. I wish I had friends here who I could go out with at night to bond over a drinks or share stories of our past. But all of them were at home and I was alone.

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Imagine Bangtan: Mafia! Min Yoongi

Imagine Bangtan (Different Profession AU!): Jeon Jungkook | Kim Taehyung | Park Jimin | Jung Hoseok | Kim Seokjin | Kim Namjoon

NoteBased on the roleplay series that me and Midnight have been working on~ 

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

  • So let’s talk about Mafia Yoongs
  • I don’t really think he’d be the time to be directly involved in the assignments tho
  • No, no, no
  • He’d be the consigliere, giving advice to the boss, which would probably be Joonie and resolve any and all disputes that happen between the hitmen, mostly Jungkook and Tae because they literally fight over everything 
  • And you, you’re just a plain ol’ run of the mill, normal college student trying not to procrastinate your life and your grades away
  • He first saw you when you were running from one class to another because obviously, even after months of attending classes, you’ve lost track of what day it is and are rushing to get to the right class 
  • He finds it irrationally, insanely adorable and he’s slowly smiling to himself and then Jungkook gets back just in time to catch that and he’s like 
  • “Hyung, are you okay? You’re… smiling.” Jungkook speaks with a genuinely concerned expression on his face, “I didn’t think you had feelings, wow…” 
  • Which leads to a subsequent loss of dessert, extra snacks and even wifi privileges for the rest of the week

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Problem Solved

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Jeremy has a problem. A huge one. One that consists of a red hoodie and dark perfectly tousled hair and pretty eyes and -

And he’s getting off topic now. He needs to… chill. Okay, no, he just needs to stay calm and think it all thoroughly. He’s probably just been watching too many romance-based porn videos lately or something. Yeah, that’s it. Totally.

Jeremy grips the strap of his backpack tighter as he gets closer to the cafeteria. He needs to push these thoughts to the back of his mind before he sees him. Him who has been practically the only thing on his mind lately. Him with his stupid perfect grin and stupid nice long fingers that would look perfect with his intertwined in them and -

Jesus Christ, this really is becoming a huge problem. He’s got to stop thinking about this before he meets up with him because then his face will automatically go completely red and he’ll ask, “Jeremy, buddy, what’s got you all red?” and how exactly would he respond to that? Spill everything? Lie to him? He couldn’t do that, either of them.

Okay, he’s here, the cafeteria. No more thinking, just…

“Jeremy, buddy! What’s up?” Michael says as he throws an arm around Jeremy’s shoulders. He gestures wildly with a cup of slushie and Jeremy is seriously worried there’s going to be red slush everywhere soon. “You totally missed it, man, all last night I was working on that level I’ve been stuck on for forever — you know what I’m talking about? (Jeremy nods because of course he does) — and then just when I was gonna give up, I tried one last time and I did it! Beat it without breaking a sweat, sorta anyway…”

Michael continues on about the details of how he finally accomplished success and Jeremy just watches him. He notices the way Michael is still enthusiastically moving the hand holding his slushie while his arm is still slung across his shoulders, other hand gripping lightly at Jeremy’s sweater. He can feel a blush coming from that. They continue walking to their usual table and sit down, Michael’s arm going to rest on the table instead of Jeremy’s shoulders. He frowns slightly at that.

That’s also when he remembers that he was supposed to be listening to Michael talking the entire time. Damn him and his runaway thoughts, but can you blame him? He could watch Michael talk for forever and only be focused on the way his eyes sparkle or the way he can notice a few faint freckles here and there.

“Earth to Jeremy! Hello!”

Jeremy is brought back from his thoughts as Michael waves a hand in front of his face.

“You spacing out on me? Rude. Am I really that boring?” Michael jokes.

Jeremy blushes and says quickly, “Dude, no! I was just thinking…”

“What about?”

Jeremy blushes again and looks away as he starts fiddling with his hands. “Uh…nothing interesting. Don’t worry about it.” Why can’t he be calm and cool about it all? Better yet, why can’t he just stop thinking all these things about Michael?

Maybe he doesn’t want to stop, though.

“Whatever, dude. Hey, you want anything from the line? I think they got fries today. The good kind.” Michael says as he starts standing up.

Jeremy nods and goes to follow him. He stops, though, when Michael puts out a hand and starts backing away towards the food line with an “Allow me, Jer-bear.”

Michael shoots him a wide grin when he sees Jeremy blushing lightly at the nickname before he turns around and walks off. Jeremy blushes harder at the grin aimed at him and finds himself frustrated at himself. Michael has smiled and grinned at him a million times, so why is he getting all worked up over them now? Why do feelings about people have to change so much? He groans and lays his head on the lunch table.

He has got to stop thinking about Michael like this.

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They’re hanging out at Michael’s now, school having ended about an hour ago. Michael is currently intensely focused on Donkey Kong 64, the vintage clear controller clasped tightly in his hands. They had been playing Mario Kart 64 together earlier before Jeremy had said that he wanted to take a break. Now he’s just leaning back on his bean bag as he watches the TV screen. Well, he at least looks like he’s watching when in truth he’s not paying attention at all. He’s thinking. Again.

He’s thinking about the way the light from the screen causes shadows to play across Michael’s face. He’s thinking about Michael’s focused stare and the fact that his tongue is peeking out from his lips and oh, man, he shouldn’t be thinking about that. Then he’ll start thinking about kissing and making out and… more. Would…

Would Michael ever want to kiss him?

Maybe he’ll only ever feel platonic things towards him. Or maybe Jeremy just isn’t attractive enough? Or confident or cool or…

Jeremy sighs and slips further down on his bean bag. This causes Michael to pause the game and turn towards him.

“Seriously, buddy, what’s up? Something’s been bugging you lately and I’m starting to get a little worried. So, what’s wrong?”

Dammit, he never meant to worry him. He didn’t know he had been so obvious about the fact that something has been bothering him. He runs a hand through his hair and starts, “Well, it’s just…”

“Yeah?”

“Okay, like… there’s this, uh, person? That I like and…”

“Dude, chill, is this about Christine? I know you have a crush on her.”

Jeremy sputters, “No, no, I don’t, uh, have a crush on her! It’s… someone else.”

“You don’t? Okay, then who is she? Come on, you gotta tell me.”

“Well… it’s not exactly a… you shouldn’t use…” Jeremy tries until he finally just practically shouts, “They’re not a girl!” He blushes deeply and covers his face with his hands. “That’s all I’m gonna say.”

He doesn’t hear anything for a minute or two until there’s quiet shuffling of Michael moving on his bean bag. He didn’t realize that he was moving in front of him until he felt hands on his wrists, tugging gently. Jeremy moves his hands away but refuses to look Michael in the eye.

“Jeremy, is that what’s been bothering you so much? Did you think I wouldn’t, like, approve or something? Jeremy, buddy, nothing could stop us from being friends! I’ll support whoever you wanna date, girl or boy.”

Jeremy looks at him at the last bit and swears he can see something there. Something like… hope?

He must be imagining things.

Michael smiles softly at him when they make eye contact. Even though the room is lit up only by the TV, Jeremy could still point out every feature of his face, from the edges of his soft lips to his few freckles. He also realizes that Michael is still holding onto his thin wrists and that at this point they’re just staring at each other and smiling gently. They’re so close now that he can feel Michael’s warm breath and see that his lips are parted just slightly…

His breath hitches as he leans closer, closer, and then…

He’s kissing him.

Jeremy Heere is kissing his best friend of 12 years, Michael Mell.

Holy. Shit.

His lips are soft and everything he imagined they’d be and more. His thoughts have finally stopped and stay that way even when he’s pulling back. He’s blushing so hard as he looks at Michael who’s grinning widely, a blush dusting his cheeks as well.

He figures that it’s safe to say Michael won’t ever only feel platonic things towards him.

Kitchen Floor

Summary: You’re teaching Chanyeol how to make pancakes meanwhile he’s teaching you how to make love on the kitchen floor.

Members: Chanyeol x Reader

Type: Smut

Length: 1,248

-Admin R

Originally posted by incrediyeol


“Jagi-ah, hurry! I’m hungry!” Chanyeol whines as he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Chan, you’re the one who is supposed to be cooking here… not me!” you whine back at him. He kisses the top of your head before stepping to the side of you, playfully nudging you with his arm.

“Okay, okay, Y/N. I’m ready to make pancakes!” He says cheerfully, flashing you a smile brighter than the early morning rays gleaming through your shared apartment windows. Your stomach does tiny somersaults looking at Chanyeol’s soft skin glowing under the morning light, and his bed hair tousled so perfectly you’d think the hairstyle was intentional.

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Kasperi Kapanen imagine

I feel so so dirty after writing this, this might be he worst thing i’ve ever written. For the sake of this imagine we’re going to imagine Kappy, Willy, and the reader (Willy’s sister) are sharing an apartment.

Warning: lot’s of making out

900 words

Originally posted by bjorkqvist


You shut the door behind you and pressed Kasperi against it. Your lips attached themselves to his neck and you sucked hart.

“You got your first NHL goal baby. Fuck, I’m so proud of you.”

His hand found the back of your head and pulled you up to meet his lips again. He slowly walked you backwards, his lips never leaving yours. You could feel him opening a door and walk you into another room but you didn’t look which one too lost in his lips and your thoughts. His hands disappeared under your dress and you were just about to pull away to tell him to hurry up and just take it off when the back of your legs hit the edge of a bed and you fell backwards. Kasperi leaned over you, his lips swollen red and you wanted nothing more than just pull him back down when you heard the front door to your apartment slam shut.

“Kappy, you here?”

Your brother was the biggest cockblock you’ve ever met. To give him credit he didn’t know his precious baby sister was dating his teammate, but come on!

Kasperi told you that he told your brother that he would be bringing a girl back to the apartment nearly half an hour after you excused yourself to “help a friend with boy trouble”. Tonight you wanted to celebrate with your boyfriend and not worry about your brother finding out about your secret relationship. The two of you always had a flirty relationship but after you decided to move in with Willy and therefore also Kappy it had evolved into something so much better.

“Didn’t you tell him you had a girl in here?”

You whisper yelled at him.

“I did. He must have forgotten.”

He whispered back. He looked at you for a moment, unsure how to continue.

“A little busy right now Willy!”

He yelled towards the door. When he looked back at you, you signaled for him to be quiet before flipping the two of you, leaving you sitting on top of him. You began kissing down his neck, unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly and peppering the exposed skin with featherlight little pecks.

“Kappy I love you.”

You had to press your face into his stomach to keep yourself from giggling, Kasperi on the other hand groaned.

“You’re drunk Willy. Go to your room or leave but I can’t come cuddle you now.”

You slowly opened the button of his jeans. He reached up to touch you but you wouldn’t have it. You pinned his hands to the bed and tighten your grip a bit, signaling that he should keep them there. You opted for a loose dress tonight simply because you knew you could take it off quickly. His eyes wandered over your body before he quickly sat up with you on his lap and kissed you hard. His hands wandered up your back and fumbled with your bra for a bit. You laughed into the kiss but just as you were about to tell him that it opened in the front your phone rang loudly. You looked up surprised only to scramble to hide under a blanket moments later when William stumbled in. He looked at you for a moment before turning bright red and turning around.

“What the fuck?!”

You quickly grabbed Kasperi’s sleep shirt and put it on. William still had his back turned to you, his hands balled into fists at his sides. Kaspi tried to talk to him but you knew this wouldn’t end well.

“Willy man I swear it isn't…”

Your brother turned around and you could see the anger in his eyes. He was rarely like that, not on the ice and not off it either, but when he got angry oh boy did he get angry.

“It isn’t like what Kappy, huh? It isn’t like it looks like? So you weren’t just about to fuck my baby sister? She’s my sister Kappy. My sister! Why did you think that this would be okay?”

Kasperi put his arm around you and pulled you closer until you were completely in his embrace.

“I love her, William. I love your sister. This isn’t just some one time thing and I’m not using her, okay? I love her. I think she’s IT for me.”

You and Kasperi had only been dating for a few months and you’ve never discussed a future or even said the L word. You looked up at your boyfriend with his perfectly tousled hair.

“You love me?”

“Yeah. Of course I do.”

You leaned up to kiss him when William protested loudly.

“I really don’t care about that right now. I want you fully dressed and in your SEPARATE rooms in five minutes. We’ll talk about this in the morning when I’m less drunk and less likely to castrate you. And I’m calling dad first thing in the morning.”

He turned around and hurried out of the room. Kasperi turned to look at you again and you kissed him, swinging a leg over his hip to straddle him again.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

You kissed him again, running your hands up his torso. You were getting carried away again but you didn’t care.

“I said separate rooms!”

Ephemeral || Prologue

(adj) lasting for a very short time

Originally posted by hohbi

pairing: jimin | reader

genre: angst (I guess)

word count: 1.4k (I tried)

summary: and six months later his name lights up the screen of your phone at 4am, and you still pick up

warnings: none


a/n: this is more like a long drabble, honestly, and I apologize for my bad writing in advance, if you want to read good fanfiction, I recommend @inktae (that’s in case you want to cry) or @jungblue

The way you met Park Jimin wasn’t unusual. Being in college brought a lot of new things into your life, none of them surprising, most of them were things you weren’t used to though. Like going to stupid frat parties. Considering your two close friends from high school didn’t go to the same college as you, you tried your best to stick to your roommates, two girls who were really nice, that’s for sure. But unfortunately they were more social than you and ended up dragging you to a huge frat house and running off without you.

Mentally cursing them in your head, you stood in the middle of a crowded and stinky living room, in between couples either making out or grinding on eachother, the shitty music blaring in your ears. Slowly pushing your way through the crowd, trying to get off of the ‘dance floor’ as quickly as possible, you ended up getting shoved from every side, earning dirty looks from couples, you interrupted swallowing eachother’s tongues.

As you finally made it to the kitchen, you were relieved to see one of the girls you came with, Mina, standing next to a rather tall boy with a bandana tied around his head. Eventhough you didn’t want to interrupt their conversation, you also absolutely didn’t want to keep standing alone like a complete outcast, so you grabbed a beer from the table and started making you way towards them. Luckily Mina saw you walking in their direction and sent you an enthusiastic wave.

“Y/N! There you are! I haven’t seen you since we came here”, she laughed and you held back a snarky reply on how they basically abandoned you. Instead you smiled and nodded. “Y/N, meet Taehyung. Tae, that’s Y/N my roommate!”, she gestured in between you two. A wide rectangular smile spread across his face and he gave you a happy “Hi, nice to meet you!”. Surprisingly his voice was deep and soft, much deeper than you’d expected. You greeted him back and took a swig of your beer, but wrinkled your face at the disgusting taste. “Cheap quality huh.”, Taehyung said and chuckled. “Honestly, you better get used to it, at parties like these, you can’t have high standards”. Mina nodded in agreement, “Beer is a no go, I honestly just drink rum and coke, it’s a safe shot if you ask me. Anyway, do you think Sana’s with the others already?”, she asked and looked over to Taehyung, who just kindly handed you another drink. He nodded and Mina gestured you to follow them.

Once again, you pushed through sweaty bodies and finally went up the stairs until Taehyung opened the door to a random room. As you walked in, you were relieved to see that no couples were making out in the bed or worse, but felt slightly pressured to see 7 pairs of eyes, including the ones of your other roommate Sana, landing on you. 6 boys and Sana were sitting scattered around the room, engulfed in some chatter, some scrolling through their phones, but their eyes shot up when you three entered. “Guys, that’s Y/N, she’s our roommate so be nice!”, Mina said jokingly and sat on the floor along with Taehyung. You stood awkwardly for a second until you ended up sitting down next to a boy with soft looking black hair, plump pink lips and the sharpest jawline you’ve probably ever seen. “Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Jimin.”

After that night, hanging out with the guys became a daily thing, as Mina and Sana already were good friends with them, and you just tagged along, your friendship growing closer. Jimin was really nice. That night, you ended up talking to him a lot more than you’d thought considering he looked like a straight up prince. But someone with such good looks couldn’t be just perfect. Park Jimin was a flirt. Every day, when you all would walk around campus, sipping coffee and chatting, Jimin would end up talking to a random pretty girl, who’d give him her number and tell him to ‘text her some time’. And Jimin you ask? He would agree every time, would give her a charming smile and save her number in his phone. Did he ever text them? Unlikely.

At first your relationship with Jimin was platonic, you were sure to not fall for any of his charms, him literally demonstrating what not to do, day to day. But could you help that little crush, that slight infatuation with him forming in the pit of your stomach? Absolutely not. The way he ran a hand through his perfectly tousled hair one too many times, or the way his eyes disappeared while laughing at one of Hobi’s jokes, or the way he seemed so caring towards the people close to him just sent a warm feeling through your body and you couldn’t help your cheeks to heat up whenever he whispered something to you.

Maybe, most definitely even, that was the first mistake you made, letting yourself fall for him.

The second mistake you made was sleeping with him. You were drunk just like him, and you could say, it just ended up happening, but that would be a lie. That night you confessed to him, after months of staying quiet about your feelings, too scared of what would happen if you’d confess to Park Jimin, not only your close friend, but also the school’s most charming fuckboy. But surprisingly, almost unbelievably, he told you he felt the same way about you.

The third mistake you made was believing his words. Eventhough you knew just how good he was with lulling girls in with what he said, your heart started to flutter as he told you he liked you too, more than a friend. That he wasn’t there with you the next morning, after you confessed to eachother and slept together should’ve been a huge red flag. But as soon as he apologized and told you he’d take you out on a date, you threw away your worries and gave yourself to him.

Mina and Sana always looked critically upon your relationship with Jimin, but you proceeded not to listen to their concerns. You ignored them as they told you, it isn’t right of Jimin to keep flirting with random girls, and rather listened to him telling you that it’s meaningless. You ignored them as they told you, Jimin shouldn’t only take you out on dates when he fucked up but you lied to them and said that you went on a lot of dates, when in reality, you didn’t.

Eventually and expectedly things ended between you and Jimin. 4 months into keeping up with all the shit he gave you, you found him cheating on you with Irene, a girl from your literature class. It was a hit to the face, and you cried for about a week straight, about your blindness, your stupidity and all the signals you had ignored, completely lost and in love with a boy who didn’t give two shits about your feelings. What hurt most was, that he didn’t try to chase after you, to apologize to you or comfort you. You only hung out with the others when Jimin wasn’t around, and avoided him on campus.

The fourth mistake you made was never fully letting go of him. He still held you in his hand like a toy, and he knew it. Eventually he started to call you again, to ‘hang out’. You again, ignored Mina and Sana, thinking that this time, things could work between you two, and the next time and the next.

And six months later, it’s 4am on a Thursday, his name lights up the screen of your phone, and you answer it, like the fool you are, for the softest boy you’ve ever met in your life, for the boy who holds the pieces of your broken heart, the boy who you can’t let go.

“Jimin?”

Alone at Last

Request: could you please do a smut where you and namjoon are married and can’t get any alone time because of your kid/s because every time you try to start somthing you get caught by them, but when you finally do things get dirty;) i know it’s long and i understand if you don’t want to do it but thanks anyway 💜

I loved writing this! It was such a good idea! If you or anyone else wants a second part, just let me know! I’d be happy to contiue it! I hope you like it!


Part 2

Pairing: Kim Namjoon X Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,458

“Hey, wifey!” Namjoon exclaimed as he exited the elevator into your penthouse. You giggled as his lips pressed softly against yours.

“Hey, hubby.” You smiled, swiping your thumbs over his cheeks as you stared at your husband’s handsome features. He hummed with a smile as he closed his eyes.

“I missed you.” He said quickly, kissing you again.

“I missed you more.” You giggled as he tried to walk away, sliding his hand over your tummy. “Ah, wait. Where are you going?” You whined, grabbing his hand before he got too far away.

“I want to get some sleep before the kids get home.” He explained, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. Sticking out your bottom lip, you pouted, hoping he’d give in to your cuteness overload.

“But me!” You whined, making him laugh. You smiled, watching him think about his decision. Suddenly a smirk played out on his face before he tugged you into him.

“Then you’re coming with me.” He smiled, dragging you into the bedroom. You laughed as he pulled you behind him, basically running to your room.

You both tumbled onto the perfectly made bed, giggling as you struggled against him. He pinned your hands down on either side of your head, hovering over you. You smiled up at him as he slowly leaned down, gently kissing you. Gradually the kiss transformed from playful to sensual, leaving the both of you breathless once he pulled away. “I suppose I can sleep later.” He whispered, burying his face in your neck and placing gentle kisses all over any exposed skin he could get to.

“Namjoon!” You giggled, feeling teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck. The sound of the elevator dinging echoed throughout the house and caused Namjoon to drop himself onto the bed next to you with a loud sigh. The two kids of yours came screaming into your room, jumping on the bed with their little backpacks.

“Daddy!” They both shouted in their adolescent high pitched voices, hurting your ears.

“Hey, beautiful.” He smiled, kissing your daughter on the forehead. “I missed you.” He smiled, pulling her twin brother down into a hug and messing up his hair. Having twins definitely murdered your sex life with Namjoon, but you absolutely adored your children and wouldn’t trade them for the world. After awhile of cuddling and laughing, the four of you eventually fell asleep in your California king sized bed to the sound of the TV playing cartoons in the background.

You were rushing around the house, trying to pack your kids’ lunches while Namjoon got them dressed. The both of you struggled to get them ready for school and out the door before you heard Namjoon chuckle. You felt him behind you, sliding his hands around your waist. “Namjoon! What are you doing? They’re going to be late!” You exclaimed, earning a laugh from him.

“Baby, it’s Saturday.” He whispered, placing a sweet kiss on your ear. Letting out a deep sigh and laughing a little, you relaxed into his arms.

“Wow. I feel stupid.” You giggled, leaning back into him as your kids went to their rooms for more sleep. “Can we go back to bed too?” You asked, turning around in his arms to look at him face to face. You played with the collar of his shirt before slowly raising your eyes to meet his and biting your lip. He smirked, looking up to the ceiling.

“Only if we don’t sleep.” He said with a wink, taking your hand and dragging you back to the bedroom once again. As soon as he touched the door handle, your daughter called for Namjoon. With a dramatic sigh, he placed a kiss on your forehead, turning and disappearing into her room. You smiled at how loving Namjoon was, hearing him whisper to her.

Knowing your daughter, Namjoon wouldn’t be back for another half hour, at least. You turned your TV on and plopped yourself down on your bed. About 20 minutes into the first episode of Hwarang that you promised Taehyung you’d watch, you fell back to sleep.

When you woke up, Namjoon was fast asleep next to you. His arm lazily draped over your abdomen, hair tousled perfectly, his face snuggled cozily into the crook of your neck. You smiled to yourself, remembering the nights you would find him asleep on the couch in his studio, papers scattered everywhere.

Suddenly, he stirred in his sleep. “Mm hey, beautiful.” He whispered groggily, smiling up at you.

“Hi, handsome.” You smiled back, leaning down to place a kiss on his lips.

“I called my mom this morning and asked her to take the twins off our hands for the night.” He said, sitting up against the headboard. You cocked an eyebrow, sliding a hand up his thigh under the blankets.

“Is that right?” You asked, kissing his neck. He swallowed hard, nodding as he snaked a hand under you to pull you on top of him. You giggled, sitting up on your knees and playing with his bleached hair. “I love your hair like this, Joonie.” You swooned, kissing his cheek.

“Mommy!” You children exclaimed, causing you to jump and Namjoon to laugh at your reaction.

“Hey, guys.” You said, quickly retreating to your side of the bed.

“We’re hungry.” Your son whined, making a pouty face. You laughed, swinging your feet over the side of your bed and slipping your feet into your fuzzy slippers to make your offspring breakfast.

The day went by slower than normal as you counted down the hours until your mother in law would pick up the kids. Throughout the entire day the sexual tension between you and Namjoon was building rapidly. Between the seductive whispers and stolen glances, you could have jumped him right there in the kitchen.

As soon as the kids were out the door and on their way to grandmother’s house, Namjoon had you pinned against the wall. His kisses were breathtaking as he wrapped your leg around his waist. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his arousal grind against you. “I want you so bad.” He growled, pulling away from your lips.

“What’s stopping you?” You asked cockily. He smirked before taking your hand and leading you away from the wall. Picking you up, he sat you on the dining room table and yanked your sweats down your legs. You were biting your lip when his eyes met yours. “Oops. I guess I forgot panties this morning.” He smirked, climbing onto the table to hover over you.

“Well nothing is stopping me now.” He whispered, brushing his lips against yours teasingly. You smiled as he sat up, pulling his sweats and boxers down to his knees. He leaned down, kissing you as he easily slid himself  into you. Your heart raced, happy you finally got what you wanted after waiting for so long. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he found a rhythm of rocking into you. Moaning, you gently pulled on his hair as he sucked a bruise into your collarbone.

“Nam…Joon…” You whispered, feeling the pleasure build up.

“Yes, baby?” He asked, continuing at the same pace.

“Harder.” You managed, gritting your teeth. Smirking, he slammed into you.

“Like that?” He asked, egging you on.

“Yes…” He slammed into you again, just as hard. “Yes!” You screamed as kept snapping his hips into yours as hard as he could. Finally you hit your high, sweat gathering on your face as he sweat dripped off his forehead. You smiled, wiping some of his moisture away.. “That was exactly what I needed.”

“Oh, we’re not done. I didn’t even get your shirt off. You can have a five minute break, but your sweet ass better be in that bed at 7:05.” He warned, raising his eyebrows. Your eyes widened as his assertive tone.

“Oh yeah? Or what?”

“Or you’ll be punished.” He winked, getting up and heading toward your bedroom with his pants in his hand. You laughed, watching his naked butt disappear down the hallway. You sat there for a minute trying to decide if you wanted to make him wait and be “punished” or be on time and see where the night takes you.

When you finally did get off the table, you went into the kitchen for a drink. You watched the digital clock on your microwave change to 7:05, your heart racing as you glanced down the hall that lead to your bedroom. Still not sure what you wanted, you slowly made your way to the closed door at the end of the dark hallway. No idea if it had been a minute, you turned the handle and walked in.

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For Coliver: “you are very endearing when you’re half asleep.”

also for @yesterdayiwrote because they wanted something cute and fluffy, hope this makes you feel a bit better :) 

For a few minutes, Oliver is reluctant to open his eyes and face the day ahead. But no matter how hard he tries to ignore them, the suns rays insist on caressing his face and beating down on his eyelids, preventing him for returning to a blissful sleep. 

Stifling an immature moan of protest, Oliver slowly blinks his eyes open. 

For a few seconds all he can see is a blurry haze of burning bright yellow, soft brown, piercing blue and pale pink but then his eyes focus and he’s able to see the view a little clearer. 

He doesn’t have his glasses on or his contacts in but he can still make out the brightness in Connor’s eyes that’s a lot more common now than it used to be, the upward pull of his lips and how his hair is perfectly tousled from sleep. 

Oliver can’t help but smile back, if he had to wake up then there’s absolutely nothing else he’d rather wake up to than Connor. 

“Morning” Oliver mumbles, pulling the blankets up over their shoulders so they don’t get cold. 

Connor’s smile only grows wider and Oliver can hear the sheets beneath then softly swish as Connor moves ever so slightly closer to him.

Oliver lets out a yelp that has Connor laughing mischievously. 

“Get your feet away from mine Connor!” 

“But yours are nice and warm!” 

“Exactly and I want them to stay that way!” 

And then Connor shoots those vulnerable, soft chocolate puppy eyes at him and Oliver gives up any pretense at fighting this battle that he will always lose. 

Connor grins as Oliver traps his feet in between his own and lets Connor steal all of his beautiful warmth. 

Oliver snuggles further into his pillow and just takes a minute to look at Connor. 

This is another one of those mornings where he still can’t believe he’s here, that they’re here. 

Oliver’s biggest fear when they packed up for California was that one day he’d regret it, or one day Connor would realise he’d made a stupid mistake. But that never happened. 

It wasn’t easy, uprooting their lives to another state neither of them had ever even visited, a state where they knew absolutely nobody but the names of celebrities that had one of their fifty mansions there but they did it. 

Some days were harder then others. They’d wake up tired and grumpy, Connor would go to his assistant job with a permanent frown on his face as he poured coffee for people who’d never say thank you while Oliver sat at a screen staring at line after line of code and it would take him a few minutes to realise they were all just jumbling together in his brain. 

But some days started like this. With a smile on Connor’s face that was brighter than any smile he wore in Philadelphia. With them inching closer to each other so their arms and legs and even foot touch because they never want to let go. With Oliver wondering how he could have ever thought this was a bad idea because this, this right here was everything he never knew he wanted. 

Oliver’s brought back to the present when he feels long fingers thread through his hair. Focusing his gaze on Connor again, he sees that Connor’s smile has inched back into that notorious Connor Walsh smirk. 

“You still with me?” Connor asks teasingly 

Oliver laughs softly and nods, “Yeah, of course.”. 

Connor’s fingers feel so good and soft in his hair that Oliver can’t help but close his eyes and lean into them. 

Connor’s silky laugh sneaks into his ears, 

“You are very endearing when you’re half asleep.” 

 Oliver raises an eyebrow but doesn’t open his eyes. 

“Are you just noticing that now?” 

Connor laughs again, his loud, genuine laugh this time. 

“No, no I’ve noticed it before…noticed it for years, I just thought it was about time I mentioned it.” 

Oliver hums and smiles, “Well thank you.” 

“No problem Mr Walsh” 

Oliver opens his eyes at the same moment he starts laughing. 

“Hey, we hyphenated remember? It’s Mr. Hampton-Walsh.”

Connor shrugs but his grin is still plastered on his face, 

“Walsh, Hampton-Walsh, it’s still my name stuck on the end of yours. It still means you’re my husband.” 

“Really? You’re my husband? God I just thought that was a fancy party Gemma threw for us.” 

Connor pushes his fist lightly against Oliver’s shoulder and mutters a barely audibly and not at all sincere “Shut up.” 

Oliver smiles and leans in to kiss his husband on the mouth, morning breath be damned. 

After a few seconds he pulls back, leans his forehead against Connor’s and whispers. 

“So…we’ve been married a month now.” 

“Yeah” Connor whispers back

“Any regrets?” 

Connor pulls away and Oliver searches his face to gauge whether that was the right question to ask or not. 

Then Connor smiles that blinding smile of his. 

“Absolutely none at all.” 

Oliver grins, leans in and just before he kisses his husband again he murmurs, 

“Me either.” 

Dreamer [Cassian x Reader]

A/N: Just got an idea the other night (wonder why…) and wanted to write a little drabble of sorts. Just some cuteness. (I’m on mobile so please excuse any formatting issues.)


You were burning up. The cooling mechanism in your ship was busted, but Cassian said to suck it up. So you did. You couldn’t disagree. The mission needed to be done. And now he was sleeping soundly while you manned the hyperdrive. It wasn’t ideal.

You had already removed your vest and your boots, suddenly useless and obsolete in this hot tin can.

You watched Cassian sleeping peacefully. It made your heart content, seeing him relaxed for once. Especially how he always appeared, at least outwardly, to be in such a distressed state. You hoped his slumber was at least peaceful.

His chest rose and fell rhythmically underneath his crossed arms. He had rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt to cool off, and you tried to keep your eyes off of the bare parts of his chest peeking out. There was no denying he was handsome.

You exhaled deeply, trying to rid your mind of all your thoughts. The thoughts about the ship being ridiculously hot. The thoughts about Cassian being ridiculously…

The heat was really getting to you.

You laid back in your seat, throwing your head back, trying to keep your hair from sticking to your neck. This was exhausting you. If you could just close your eyes for a minute. Just a minute.

The second your eyes glided shut, they sprung open. That noise. Was something malfunctioning? What now?

You sat up quickly and looked around, finding the culprit immediately. Cassian was snoring.

A chuckle escaped your lips; you weren’t sure why it was so funny. But it was. You situated yourself back into the chair, head tilted back again trying to get a minute of shut eye.

But he wouldn’t stop snoring, that deep grumbling echoing through the cockpit. In fact, it was just getting louder. It was endearing before. Now it was just annoying.

Your bare feet scuffled along the metal flooring on your way over to him. You felt bad, but you couldn’t deal with it. Not in these conditions.

“Hey. Cas.” You poked at his shoulder gently, his thick frame barely moving beneath the minute force. The snoring continued, uninterrupted.

You paused for a moment, getting lost in his features. His hair was tousled just perfectly, though not purposefully. He had just the right amount of stubble. Somehow he was always like this. Stars, he was just so…

You sighed. What were you doing? If anyone knew what Cassian had been going through lately, it was you. Always with him on missions, growing exhausted and worn down right beside him. The man deserved a break.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you whispered, before leaving a chaste kiss on his forehead.

You walked back to take your place steps away in the cockpit. For now, you’d let him be. You could deal with the snoring. He needed to sleep. He needed to dream.

I’m re-reading Scarlet and kaiswell is SO REAL

  • “…young and inarguably good-looking. His prison photo showed him flippantly winking at the camera. Kai hated him immediately.” literally Kai’s first reaction to seeing Thorne’s prison photo is “wow he’s so attractive. my not-girlfriend is travelling with an amazingly attractive guy, what if she also thinks he’s attractive, oh no”
  • Thorne making fun of Kai’s admirers and then getting all starstruck two seconds later when Kai mentions his ship on live tv what a loser
  • Thorne HONEST TO GOD pouts when Kai doesn’t mention him by name in his press conference
  • “At least dreamy Prince Kai knows your name”
  • “Thought you wouldn’t want to miss” - Thorne fanned himself, swooning - “his heavenly, chocolate-brown eyes and perfectly tousled hair, and-”
  • there’s so many more quotes like this, give it a rest Thorne you’re not fooling anyone
  • “Cinder has a bit of a crush on him,” Thorne stage-whispered. / “Don’t we all?” said Iko. NO ONE DISAGREES. every single person aboard the Rampion has an embarrassingly large crush on Emperor Kai and Thorne is embarrassingly obvious about his
  • “Kai hated him immediately” / “I generally dislike royalty and government officials on principle” HONESTLY MEYER WANTS US ALL TO WRITE ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS KAISWELL FIC I DON’T KNOW IF THERE’S ANY OTHER WAY TO READ THIS
The House of Beasts, Part 3

Another update. I felt inspired today, and it actually came out really well! Here’s part 3. Happy Easter to all those who celebrate it, and happy sunday to those who don’t! Have a lovely day, nonetheless ;-)

Summary: Prythian University, the grounds where frat houses wage wars and throw the best parties yet. Feyre, an art student and girlfriend to the Head of House of the Spring House, discovers secrets everyone’s been keeping from her for the last year and a half. An ACOTAR/ACOMAF AU, which begins as Feylin then evolves into Feysand. Begins as ACOTAR, includes AU of Under the Mountain, but will focus more on Acomaf.

Word Count: 2555 words

Once again, thank you all for withholding any hate and supplying only constructive criticism (I really need it!) and sending any requests, suggestions, etc.  Disclaimer: All characters and some direct and or modified quotes belong to Sarah J Maas, as well as some of the plot points. I take no credit for them whatsoever

Part 3: Secrets

Once the weekend had blown over, a quiet Sunday spent with my music and my paints in the study room, school came back full swing on Monday. I’d planned my schedule so I had all my harder courses packed early in the week, so Thursday and Friday were much more relaxed and spaced out. Sometimes it was a blessing, lazy Friday mornings when all I wanted to do was get out of school and spend the night with Tamlin, and some days, like today, it was hell, and I had no motivation whatsoever to step foot into a single classroom. I stopped by the Good Bean, ordered a double shot of espresso, and hurried my way over to psych, planting myself in the back of the room with my laptop and my coffee, my fingers hovering over the overpriced keyboard of my Mac Book that Tamlin had bought me at the beginning of the year. A good start to the year, he’d called it.

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It's You || Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (with mentions of Got7 Jackson)
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1k

Desc: You are good friends with Bangtan, but you can’t deny that you’ve been head over heels for Jimin ever since you met him. However, you didn’t think he’d ever like you back. To keep your mind off of Jimin, you spend your time with Jackson, whom the boys don’t like. One night, after your date with Jackson, Jimin decides he’s had enough.

My smile faded as I entered Bangtan’s dorm, not knowing how they would react. I opened the door to find them spread across the couches in the living room, and Taehyung and Jimin laying on the floor.

“Nice of you to show up, (Y/N),” Yoongi commented.

“Yeah, where were you?” Hoseok asked.

“I was out,” I replied, moving to sit on the arm of the couch next to him.

“With…?”

“Jackson,” I responded hesitantly. At this, Jimin unexpectedly jumped up from the floor. He walked straight by me, shaking his head. “Where are you-” I started to ask, but I was cut off by him walking out the front door, slamming it behind him. I turned back to the boys, who each had shocked expressions on their faces. “What’s his problem?”

“The same Jackson who ditched you for another girl last week?” Yoongi questioned. I didn’t respond, because he knew the answer was yes. “That’s what Jimin’s problem is.” What? I thought. The boys all gave me a sad look. I didn’t know if it was more for me or for Jimin. I looked at the front door, debating whether I should go out. I didn’t want to face Jimin. I was scared of what he’d say… but I had to know.

Hesitantly, I walked towards the door and opened it, my hand shaking as I turned the doorknob. Stepping out into the cool night air, I spotted Jimin sitting on the curb of the sidewalk. I took a deep breath before reluctantly walking over and taking a seat beside him. I was practically shaking as I waited for him to break the silence.

Eventually, he did.

“Why?” Jimin asked suddenly. His pale skin stood out against the black material of his sweatshirt.

“Why what?” I responded, hoping for clarification.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” He questioned, turning to face me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I told him, pretending to be suddenly interested in my fingernails. He sighed.

“Yes you do.” When I didn’t respond, he said, “(Y/N), look at me.” Reluctantly, I tilted my head up to look him in the eyes. The moon’s reflection danced in his dark brown eyes, and his dark brown hair was perfectly tousled.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Jimin,” I confessed softly.

“Well lucky for you, I know exactly what I want to say,” he replied. He reached out for my hand and took it in his own. “It sucks for me to sit back and watch as Jackson treats you like shit over and over again, because you’re so much more than that. You deserve so much better. Every other guy would die to have you,” Jimin spoke sincerely. I looked down to where he was rubbing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. The mere contact sent shivers down my spine; an effect Jackson didn’t have on me.

“What makes you think that?”

There was a pause. “…Because I would die to have you.”

With those words, I felt my stomach drop. “What?”

“Come on, (Y/N). You can’t tell me you don’t feel something between us.” Well, I could, but I’d be lying.

“Jimin, I just—” I hesitated, trying to figure out what I wanted to say. “Jimin, of course I realize there’s something between us. I feel it every time we talk, every time we’re anywhere near each other, even whenever I just think about you. And it’s terrifying,” I barely choked out the last part as tears began to slide down my cheeks. “Just sitting here right now, my heart feels like it’s about to burst. You are one of the biggest stars in the world, and you are honestly the greatest person I know. It scares me that I like you, because everyone else wants you, and you deserve the absolute best. It’s almost selfish of me to want to be with you when there’s so much better out there waiting for you.” I reached up to wipe the tears from my face. I felt pathetic and vulnerable crying in front of Jimin.

Jimin looked somewhat surprised at my confession, and it took a few seconds for him to respond. “(Y/N), I can promise that I know what’s best for me,” he started. “It’s the girl that’s in my thoughts all the time; the one that drives me absolutely crazy with just her presence. The one who has such a kind heart, which I know I don’t deserve. The girl whose brain and personality makes me fall for her more and more every day. It’s you, (Y/N). It’s been you since the day we met.”

Before I could respond, Jimin put a hand on my waist and pulled me towards him, crashing his lips onto mine. I melted into his touch, feeling adrenaline course through my body. The kiss communicated all the words we hadn’t said, and everything about it felt so right.

As we regretfully pulled away, a wave of emotions hit me. I was ecstatic that he felt the same way, but upset that I didn’t know earlier. “I wish I would’ve known this months ago,” I said, almost laughing.

“I wish I would’ve told you months ago,” he added, “before you started liking Jackson.”

“Are you kidding?” I scoffed. “Obviously, I don’t like Jackson.”

“Then why are you around him all the time?”

“Well, I never thought you’d give me the time of day. I only hang around Jackson because he’s a distraction from you,” I admitted.

A smile appeared on Jimin’s face, and I smiled as well. “Good, because he’s an asshole.”

“So, what now?” I asked.

“I guess we give us a shot.” Without saying anything, Jimin began leaning in to kiss me again. Unfortunately, a car turned down the street we were sitting on, blinding us with the headlights. As they passed us, they honked their horn, fully intending on ruining the moment. “But… maybe we should go somewhere else first.”

(Revenge) Gerard Way Smut // Rough

*a/n hey hey hey, I’m having a great time btw, trying to get some more stuff written but working like 40/50 hours a week. If only I got paid to do this 😂🙃 anyway, please enjoy, I enjoyed writing it*

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you were wearing a black dress with black heels, the black flattered your little more than curvy figure, you were feeling good tonight, other nights not so much. You spun around like something from a Disney film and your long colourful hair flowed down your shoulders and back.
“Hey beautiful” Gerard your boyfriend stood in awe of you, he always knew how to make you feel good “you ready?” he stood in the doorway waiting, his black tousled hair sitting perfectly in place and his slight amount of eyeliner defining his gorgeous light brown eyes. He was perfect.
“Yeah I think so” you said and left the room with him. The two of you had been invited to some sort of music award ceremony, well he had, you were his plus one.
You were always quite self conscious about going out with him especially when you knew there were going to be lots of glamorous slim women there.
When the two of you got together the internet went crazy, the majority were happy for the both of you, well, at least pretended to be. But there were always those girls who said you weren’t skinny enough for him or that he could do so much better than you. Those were the words that hurt, you had always been worried about words like that before you told everyone about the two of you.
But Gerard stayed with you, what you thought were flaws he loved, he loved every inch of you, at the beginning you had to remind yourself you were good enough for him it was hard, but he began to make it easier for you.
“Hey ‘y/n’ are you okay?” Gerard asked you in the car.
“Yeah…I’m good, I’ll be alright, just a bit nervous for tonight… cameras and that” you sighed
He squeezed your hand “you know I’m here always and if you think you need to leave we’ll go, I love you beautiful” he replied as you pulled up the the venue.
You had an evening of drinking, awards and paparazzi following you but the night was going well.
The two of you we sat at your table you had started to realise you had drank too much, and Gerard had too.
“Open bars are my best friend” you mumbled to Gerard putting your hand on his leg.
“I know gorgeous I can tell” he replied to you kissing you gently. You could hear the clicking of cameras as he did.
The kissing became more passionate “fuck it” you said standing up.
“Are you okay? Did you want to go?” Gerard was concerned.
“I’m more than okay, I’ll meet you in the bathroom” you pulled his hand as you walked away feeling like the most beautiful woman in there.
You went to a stall and waited a few minutes until he turned up.
“Sorry the press wer-” You cut Gerard off kissing him, you wanted and needed him now.
He kissed you back and pushed you against the wall of the bathroom stall. Your legs wrapped around him as he lifted you, making you feel as light as air. Both of you were breathless and moaning, somehow during this Gerard’s trousers had already been pulled off. He gently bit at your neck making you moan more, your panties have been pushed to one side and he put two fingers in you, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
You were clawing at him desperately trying to find something to grip onto.
He noticed your desperation and moved both of your hands above your hand slamming his dick into you instead.
“Fuck” you screamed, it made Gerard push faster and harder, the two of you couldn’t care less if anyone could hear you anymore.
Your dress was probably ruined, your hair was everywhere but it was so worth it.
You were close to coming, you gripped onto Gerard and cried his name as your body collapsed onto him, he followed shortly after the two of you fell onto the bathroom floor.
“Wow” he said to you, fixing your hair.
“Wow” you replied “I suppose we better get back out there” you stood up fixing your dress.
“Are you sure? We could go home and continue this?” He asked doing is trousers up.
“You can wait, besides everyone needs to see us, we look hot” you took his hand and walked back the table.

Someone had a list of AUs and included "I just got in the wrong car" and I thought of Clint and Phil

“Wait. What are you doing?” Phil asked as a strange guy stumbled into the front seat of his twenty year-old Volvo and shut the door with a loud “Oh, fuck, what a night.”

Phil didn’t know this guy, it was one in the morning and he was waiting for Jasper. This guy didn’t look like he even knew Jasper. This guy had perfectly tousled, short blond hair and was wearing an old black leather jacket over a tight-fitting black t-shirt, along with well-worn jeans and tan construction boots. He did not look like a member of the College Democrats who had to work late at the library.

“Um,” Phil added, really unsure of this situation.

The guy had leaned back and closed his eyes, but now he opened one, ran it all the way down Phil’s frame, and then opened both eyes with a shake of his head, like he was clearing cobwebs out. “You’re not Natasha,” he stated, as if Phil was wrong for being in his own car at one in the morning outside the library.

“No, and you’re not Jasper,” he replied. He crossed his arms and leaned back against his own door to get a better look. It was dark, but Phil could see a strong jaw, late-night stubble, and a gorgeous mouth. He cleared his throat and tried not to stare at the guy’s clearly defined abs in that tight t-shirt.

He got a glare in return. “This is where she said to meet her. Even gave me this car description. What the hell?”

“What’s your name?” Phil decided to ask. Continuing to think of him as ‘hot guy who was manna from the heavens’ was probably not a good idea for either of them.

After a beat of silence, the guy huffed and said, “Clint Barton.”

“I’m Phil Coulson. Wait. Did you say Natasha?” Phil said. Something clicked into place in his head and he had a sinking feeling. “Do you mean Natasha Romanov?”

Clint nodded and rubbed his hands on his jeans and Phil absolutely didn’t picture his rings rubbing over Phil’s own legs later. Okay, this was definitely a set-up.

Clint said, “She said she’d give me a ride when I was finished working. I work a block over at The Shield, and she said she had to meet me here because she was doing some work on a project with some dude from her history class.”

“At one in the morning?” Phil asked pointedly.

Clint sighed. “So it doesn’t make sense at the moment.”

“I’m in her history class, but we’re not working on anything. My buddy Jasper told me he had to close the library tonight and that he’d need a ride.”

Clint looked at Phil as though he were seeing him for the first time. Then he leaned back in the seat and grinned. Phil thought maybe he swallowed some sandpaper when Clint’s face lit like a lantern with his smile.

“It’s a setup.”

“Yeah,” Phil sighed. He reached down and turned the car on. “Natasha and Jasper have been needling me about going out, but I don’t really have much time, and I just can’t find anyone I click with.”

“Sounds like Nat. She thinks she can set anyone up.”

“Why’d she set you up?” Phil asked. He couldn’t imagine a guy who looked like Clint and who was obviously a kind person (he hadn’t shoved his way out of Phil’s car yet) having any trouble getting dates.

“Ah. Well,” Clint said, and he rubbed his neck like he was embarrassed or something. “I kinda have to work a hell of a lot to make tuition, so I don’t have a lot of time, and besides, I only ever fall for guys way too smart to be interested in me, and the only guy I’ve seen lately to make me turn my head is the president of the College Democrats, some political science gen—oh,” he sighed, this time rubbing his hand over his face. “You’re the president of the College Democrats, aren’t you?”

Phil laughed. “Yeah,” he paused as his brain caught up with what Clint said. “I made you turn your head? When?”

Clint crossed his arms over his chest and gave a petulant pout. “You and Nat did a debate together about a month ago. You wore this suit that looked sharp enough to cut diamonds, and you nailed the debate like you could’ve done it in your sleep.” He shrugged and added, “You were hot.”

Phil took a deep breath and smiled. “You wanna go get something to eat? I know a diner on sixth.”

“The one with the cherry pie a man would kill for?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

An hour later, as Phil watched Clint gesture madly about a guy he’d had to throw out of the bar he worked at, he sent a text to Natasha.

It just said, “Thanks. He’s awesome.”

Dominance/Submission

Rlly Kinky Mikey Smut lmaooo

I think that says it all???

He looked fucking gorgeous. The long blonde portion of his hair was perfectly tousled and the moonlight crept through the window for the sole purpose of casting a glow to his bare chest. You found yourself perched atop him, a leg on either side as you ground into him slowly, the smooth fabric of his briefs causing little friction to the lace you wore.

His wrists were limp as you pinned them down to the pillow on both sides of his head, his mouth open only slightly with fluttering eyes which struggled to stay open. He was achingly hard beneath the tight black fabric and the new leather collar must have been growing increasingly uncomfortable.

Leaving open mouthed kisses up his chest, you moved your hips slowly, feeling him twitch beneath you.

“Tell me, baby- you’ll be good, won’t you?” You moaned softly, leaving small nibbles at his collarbone, drawing your tongue languidly over the skin. You could see him shiver beneath your touch, sucking in a shallow breath before nodding profusely.

“What a good boy.” You cooed, marking hot kisses along his pronounced jawline, leading up to his ear where you moaned softly, rolling your body to brush your chest against his, feeling his hips twitch once more as you let your mouth brush against the shell of his ear. Taking his earlobe between your teeth gently, you tugged a bit, eliciting a soft ‘fuck’ from your partner, who lay hot and bothered, trapped beneath you.

“Shit, y/n…” He cursed softly, drawing in a sharp breath.

With an exaggerated roll of your hips, you pulled away from his face, grip on his wrists tightening, the skin slightly sweaty beneath your palms.

“Baby… You know you shouldn’t be making those noises. Boys who curse and complain get teased and edged until they have to beg to cum- you know that.” Every word dripped with that of an obviously fake scolding as you whispered to him, faces drawing ever closer until your lips were nearly brushing together. Shared hot breath mingled in the minimal area between mouths before you smirked, moving to get away.

Climbing off of him, you gathered the handcuffs kept on the bedside table and secured them to his wrists, gathered right above his head.

“You’re so fucking good for me babe, you know that, right?” Kissing the corners of his mouth and avoiding his needy lips, you caressed his scruffy jawline with a hand. He was nearly whining as you slowly trailed a hand down to his tight briefs, rubbing ever-so gently on the fabric that held his straining erection.

Slinking down the bed, you straddled his legs, bending over to hover your face just above the place he wanted you most. Letting a hot breath out, you let your tongue loll out of your mouth, pressing firmly against his outline. Making a long stripe with your tongue, you could taste the precum through the fabric, growing more eager by the second.

Pushing your hands up along each of his thighs, you tucked the very tips of your fingers into the waistline of his briefs. Delicately curling your fingers, you pulled the waistband away from his body, glancing up to see a tortured, teased Mikey biting his lip with eyes screwed shut, nearly trembling.

Tugging the material away, you toted the covering down his legs, pulling them completely off before gazing at his exposed form. This was the first time in years he agreed to being dominated, and you sure as hell were going to make the most of it.

Returning to your previous position, you took his aching cock in hand, happy to see exactly how turned on he was.

“Shit, Mikey… Is this all because of me?” You purred, watching his eyes open, pupils wild and dilated in the dim light. He nodded profusely, his body tensing in anticipation for you to make another move. Trailing a single finger straight down from his chest, you could feel him shiver beneath you. Letting your finger travel further down, you encountered a bit of a wet spot, swiping up the precum with your finger and gingerly licking the substance off your finger as he watched. Completely sucking on the single digit, you hollowed your cheeks and allowed your innocent eyes to meet his.

“Mikey, baby, do you want me to suck that dripping, aching cock for you?” You moaned softly, punctuating the question as you licked your lips, watching him bite at his as he nodded yes. “So fucking desperate, Babe.” You murmured, setting in again between his legs.

Gripping his shaft with one hand, you ran your thumb over the slit lightly, gliding over the smooth surface. With painstaking slowness, you began to move your hand- the lightest, most delicate movements you’d ever made. Hearing Mikey groan, you decided to exercise your rights as Dom. With your free hand, you lay a firm slap to his side, scolding him.

“No noises, babe. You know the rules.”

Just as you found yourself poised to teasingly suck him off, you felt his fingers curled in your hair, his grip tight and painful. The cuffs on his wrists jingled slightly as he tugged, pulling you by your hair up to face level.

“Fuck the rules.” His teeth were gritted and even with his restricted grasp he was easily able to flip the pair of you so he was on top. “Now you’re gonna un-cuff me or pay the fucking price, baby girl.” His voice was a devastatingly seductive low growl, despite the threats he made.

Blindly reaching to the bedside table, you scrambled to grasp the key, fitting it to the lock as Mikey ditched the cuffs and threw them. They made a loud clatter as they hit the wall, and you watched as they hit the floor, oblivious to your partner’s actions until the collar you’d bought for him was snug around your neck.

“God, you’re such a pretty little bitch.” He groaned, pressing down into you with his body, his mouth attached to you at the neck. Whining softly, you could feel the bruises blooming along your jaw. “Baby girl, you know good girls don’t talk… And when they do, they get punished.” He smirked, peeling back from your body, eyes flicking to your lips only for an instant.

Within moments he had moved down your body, pulling away your panties, nearly soaked with anticipation. Wasting no time, you were grabbed around the waist and flipped over, adjusted until you were on your knees. Mikey’s fingers were warm on your slick skin as he gripped you tight around the waist with one arm.

His other hand was used to grip his cock tight, guiding it to your entrance, but not before teasing your sensitive clit, your legs nearly shaking at the contact. At this point you found your lip to be intensely sore, your teeth pressed tight against the skin to hold back moans.

In another instant, Mikey was buried deep inside you, his size nearly too much. Trembling softly, you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, arms giving away as you left your knees to prop you up enough.

“Shit, Baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” He grunted, another thrust reaching deep inside of you as you keened into the pillow.

His hand came down on the side of your ass, forcing you to nearly scream. Once again, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly in place as he worked, sharp thrusts reaching deep within you, every time brushing against your g-spot, nearly driving you wild.

Soon enough he started panting, moaning your name as you felt your face burn, the air leaving your lungs as you buried your face further into the pillows.

“Fuck, you’re such a freaking tease!” He grunted through gritted teeth, his hips suddenly nearly doubling in pace. “Baby Girl, you’re gonna be here all night long until you’re fucking raw…” His voice was dangerously low and you could feel the pressure within you reach a boiling point as you squealed into the pillow. “And Daddy’s gonna use any precious little hole he wants.”

The words were barely heard over the buzzing in your ears as you came, nearly screaming into the fabric beneath you as your fingers curled into the sheets. Clenching tight around Mikey’s cock, you could feel his thrusts grow slightly deeper, becoming a bit more erratic as he swore, dropping a soft 'fuck’ before finishing deep within you, riding out his orgasm slowly before pulling out and giving a sharp spank to your ass.

Pushing a hand to your side, you rolled over easily, desperately attempting to catch your breath. Laying hot and bothered in the sweat soaked sheets, you nearly hit another high just looking at Mikey when your eyes fluttered open.

His lips were parted softly and his eyes were heavy with lust, bits of blonde hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. You could see the rise and fall of his trim chest in the moonlight, and could only imagine how good he felt.

Closing your eyes for a split second, you felt four fingers reach under your leather collar, cool against your burning, soaked skin. You found yourself pulled upwards by the collar, face dangerously close to Mikey’s as his hot breath hit your skin, lips only brushing against each other as he spoke.

“Again.”

Little Avenger - 5

Pairing: Peter x reader

Summary: Peter and you went on your first mission together. While you both were excited and all buzzed up, Bucky couldn’t help but be the overprotective dad he was to you.

Author’s Note: this one is my personal favourite. It took me so long to write and edit. The word count is more than usual but you won’t be disappointed. It’s got some nice fluff and cute Peter. Hope you like it!

Warnings(s): swearing, drinking and fighting

Word Count: 2568

Part 4, 6

Originally posted by captainamericacivilwhore

The day had arrived and Peter was regretting being at the tower deeply, he thought he would get to enjoy your company. Little did he know he would have to meet Bucky. He didn’t hate him; god, he didn’t. it was just that he was very protective of you and could be very intimidating.

‘so, parker, how was school.’ Bucky crossed his arms and looked at him. they were sat opposite each other on the table. At that moment, Peter knew exactly what criminals felt like during their questioning.

‘it’s Saturday, sir. We don’t have school today.’ He chuckled awkwardly.

‘right.’ He said. ‘let me tell you a few things, okay?’ he looked at him and he nodded.

‘if you try anything funny with (y/n),’ he leaned forwards. ‘I will kill you.’ he said and Peter tried to hide his discomfort. ‘and, if you let anyone else touch her, I will hold you responsible.’ he leaned back and toyed with a knife. ‘well, I might not have to worry about it, because she’s capable of things you can’t imagine, with or without her powers. it’s just my duty as she’s more than a sister to me.’ He kept the knife aside. ‘that’ll be all.’ he smiled and signalled him to leave.

‘I-I’ll keep that in mind.’ he left hurriedly.

‘you were threatening the kid? Seriously, buck?’ Steve asked as he brushed passed Peter.

‘that kid will be all alone with (y/n) in some crazy ass party, I had to! I needed to make sure he doesn’t take any advantage of the situation.’ he defended himself and Steve sighed in response.

Peter was all set for the mission before you and was waiting with Pietro. Their friendship was an odd one but he was the only one who didn’t tease Peter that much.

‘so, you have something planned for tonight?’ Pietro wiggled his brows.

‘what do you mea-, what?! No!’ he said with an embarrassed expression.

‘come on, parker. When will you take the big step. Just say it already!’ he slapped his shoulder lightly.

‘it’s not all that easy, dude. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.’ He scratched his cheek.

‘hey, trust the ladies’ man,’ he pointed at himself. ‘I can tell she likes you, do something tonight, impress her.’

‘she doesn’t go for guys like me, she is one of those girls you read about in books, she’s an adventure herself.’ He smiled at the thought of you. ‘She goes for bad boys, not for awkward, sweet, goofs like me.’ He sighed.

‘give it a try, plus you can always save some bad boy stuff for,’ he looked at him and coughed. ‘other times.’ He winked at him. Peter snickered and punched him lightly. They were chatting casually until you walked in the room.

‘how do I look!’ you twirled to show off your red dress. The dress had lace designing and was the perfect shade for your complexion. your hair were tousled, your dress was perfectly flaunting your body and the light makeup made your features come out beautifully.

‘you look great, chip!’ Pietro grinned knowing how much the nickname annoyed you if anyone other than Natasha called you by it.

‘you look beautiful.’ Peter got up smiled at you making a heat rise to your cheeks.

‘you look rather dashing yourself, parker.’ You grinned. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off you. you weren’t the type of girl to wear makeup and dresses and you never took off your gasses until it was necessary. Seeing you like that was just something different.

‘let’s get going, red.’ Bucky walked in the room as he wore his sweatshirt. ‘parker,’ he gave him a sharp look.

‘Bucky! How do I look?’ you faced him.

‘you look gorgeous.’ He smiled seeing your grinning face. You never got to be your age and you could today. But how ironical was it that it was for another mission. ‘get in the car, Nat’s waiting.’ he said.

‘okay, come on, Pete.’ You took his hand and led him out of the room. Peter looked at Bucky’s angry face.

Natasha was sitting in the front while she fiddled with her bracelet. You smiled at her when you saw her and she returned it.

‘isn’t my chipmunk looking amazing.’ She turned around to face you both.

‘well, it’s all your work.’ You grinned.

 ‘you look good too, Peter.’ She smiled at him and he muttered a thank you.

‘all right, let’s get this over with.’ Bucky got in the driver’s seat and put on the seatbelt.

It took you not more than 30 minutes to reach that place. It wasn’t very posh; it was an old mansion that required some maintenance. Pop music filled the car as you rolled down the windows. You could see many teenagers dancing, laughing and drinking when you looked around.

‘kids these days.’ Bucky said with a disgusted face. ‘okay,’ he turned around and faced you two. ‘no touching, no drinking, no kissing, no getting tattoos, no-‘

‘here’s your card, show it to them and they’ll let you in.’ Natasha handed you a card. ‘and shut up, Barnes.’ She glared at him. ‘you know what he looks like?’ she asked you and you nodded. ‘great.’ She smiled. ‘try have some fun while you’re at it.’ she winked and you both chuckled.

 ‘bye Nat, bye Buckbeak. Love you!’ you grinned and pulled Bucky’s cheek.

‘love you too, now scoot!’ he said grumpily. Natasha couldn’t help but grin at how much you had changed him.

You had to walk for a while before you could reach the entrance. You looked around and moved closer to Peter.

‘it seems fun.’ You said sarcastically to Peter.

‘I thought you loved these places, you know you are the ‘badass girl’’ he nudged you in the ribs.

‘that I am.’ You smirked and stopped by the entrance.

‘invitation?’ a guy with lip piercing said.

‘here.’ Peter handed him the card. He first examined the card and looked at both of you.

‘enjoy.’ He opened the gate and gave you a sly smirk. The place was dimly lit and smelled like a mixture of perfumes and cheap deodorants. It was blaring with new songs and was stuffed with people.

‘did he think we were…’ Peter turned to you.

‘yeah.’ You chuckled. ‘okay, lets split. We’ll be able to find him sooner that way.’ You said and he nodded.

‘be careful.’ You heard Bucky’s voice in your com.

  ‘the hell I will.’ You wandered deeper into the crowd. You walked around talking and laughing. The experience was pleasant.

‘did you find him?’ you heard Peter’s voice in your com. ‘nah, but I heard that he will be by the dancy thingy in about an hour.’ You said. ‘can you come here?’ you said through the com.

‘sure.’ He said. You were drinking some water taping your feet to the music all alone. Some guys had tried to talk to you but you had told them off. You weren’t in the mood to talk to some idiot and listen to his endless chatter about himself.

‘hey gorgeous.’ You heard someone say.

‘I am no- ‘you turned around and found Peter grinning. ‘Peter!’ you sighed in relief. ‘you won’t believe how many idiots I had to bear!’ you stood next to him.

‘well, I am here now. Let’s just sit somewhere.’ He found a place to sit and sat down with you.

‘I hate this place.’ You leaned back.

‘yeah, I can tell that.’ He chuckled. ‘so, did you find yourself a girl?’ you wiggled your brows at him.

‘I have my eyes on this one girl though.’ He smiled. The thought of him being with someone else stung a little. You liked him and you couldn’t let that happen.

‘oh,’ you said. ‘who’s lucky girl?’ you nudged him with your shoulder.

‘um, let’s see, she has beautiful (y/e/c) eyes, great smile..’ as he described the appearance you could feel a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

‘and she is sitting next to me.’ He looked at you hopefully and smiled.

‘what?!’ you grinned.

  ‘mhm.’ He looked down.

‘you meant all that?’ you looked at him.

‘yup, I did.’ He looked at you.

‘I- ‘you were starting to speak until you noticed the boy you were looking for. ‘Peter! Look he’s here!’ you stood up.

‘let’s get him and leave then.’ He said half-heartedly.

‘yeah, but not like that. We can’t just attack him.’ you said. ‘wait outside, I will get him there and then look after it all.’ You turned to him. ‘okay?’

‘okay.’ He tried to hide the sadness caused by his unanswered question.

‘great.’ You smiled. ‘how will you do it?’ he furrowed his brows.

‘by turning up the heat.’ You simply stated and he gave you a confused look. ‘just wait and watch. And don’t go out just yet wait for my signal.’ You winked at him and disappeared in the crowd. He took a deep breath and followed you.

You looked around and found the guy leaned against a table. He noticed you and passed a smile which you returned. You were thinking for way to get him to talk to you until an idea popped in your mind.

  You made your way towards the DJ and asked him to play your favourite song. You smiled and ran your hands through your hair as the music filled the air. You danced like you didn’t care and let your hair flow. You swayed your hips to the music and danced in a manner that Peter couldn’t take his eyes off you.

‘damn.’ Peter thought with his mouth agape.

You were just moving to the beat and looking for the guy until the song changed. Red dress by MAGIC! Played and you smirked at your victory. You looked at him and he locked eyes at you. he took a sip of his drink without breaking eye contact. He moved towards you and started to dance with you. you took in his appearance as he did so. He was wearing a leather jacket and distressed jeans, his hair were slicked back with hair gel and he smelled like cigarettes, spearmint and a heavy perfume. Peter clenched his fists and jaw at the scene. He couldn’t bear another guy touching you.

‘you wanna get outside? We can go for a ride or something.’ He looked said to you.

‘I would love that.’ You smiled. He took your hand and led you outside. You signalled Peter to follow you and he nodded.

You got outside and he offered you a drink. You had no other option, you knew it wasn’t something you should do but you ended up taking a few sips. You could feel it kicking in already, it was too strong.

‘name’s Chris.’ He introduced himself. ‘I have to say, you were pretty hot in there.’ he moved closer to you and you leaned against the cold wall.

‘thanks.’ You said. ‘I am pretty good at other stuff as well.’ You tilted your head and ran a finger along his jawline. You couldn’t concentrate well; the drink was messing up with your system.

‘mind showing me?’ he said in a low voice.

‘mhm.’ You said innocently. He moved closer but you slipped aside, kicked him in the side, punched him several times and locked him.

‘aren’t I great?’ you asked him. ‘who the fuck are you? get off me, b- ‘he couldn’t speak more as Peter had his mouth closed with his webbing.

‘don’t you know how to talk to a girl?’ Peter got in his face.

‘can you that with his hands too?’ you said to Peter and he nodded. ‘thanks Petey!’ you hiccupped.

‘(y/n) are you,’ he got closer to you. ‘are you drunk?!’ ‘that asshole made me drink this thingy, and it’s gotten me all woozy.’ You stumbled a little. ‘leave it all aside let’s get him to them.’ You picked Chris up. ‘let’s get going, hon. You had a lot of fun ruining all those lives.’ You stumbled again.

‘I guess I’ll take him, you just, follow.’ He said as he griped his arm.

‘okay.’ You smiled and followed him to the car. ‘do you want me to enchant his mind?’ you asked.

‘nah, I guess i’m good.’ he peter held on to the guys arm.

Some agents took Chris from there. Peter after giving them some instructions, helped you walk to your car where Bucky and Natasha were waiting for you. Bucky stopped talking to her when he noticed Peter half carrying you to the car. They both got out of the car and walked towards you.

‘what the hell happened?!’ Bucky asked.

‘Peter got me drunk.’ You whined and hugged Peter closely.

‘you did what?!’ Bucky lunged towards Peter but Natasha grabbed him.

‘no! I didn’t! that guy Chris gave her something! She had him on the ground when I reached there!’ he explained himself.

‘yeah, I beat his ass.’ You giggled.

‘okay, (y/n) come get in the car.’ Bucky tried to separate you from Peter but to no avail.

‘no, I don’t wanna leave him. he’s nice and warm.’ You buried your face in his neck. Peter couldn’t help but smile, he had never had you this close. He quickly his smile when he saw Bucky clench his jaw.

‘no problem, Peter, get her in the car.’ Natasha said calmly. He nodded and helped you in the car.

‘can I have a makeup wipe?’ you cocked your head between the front seat.

‘sure, here you go, chip.’ She handed you a few wipes.

‘thanks.’ You sat back and handed one wipe to Peter.‘Pete, help me.’

‘o-okay.’ He took it wiped your cheeks.

Bucky clutched the steering wheel and Natasha nudged him.

‘let them be, buck.’ Natasha said to him. ‘look how happy she is.’ These words softened his expression.

‘I want to get rid if this dress.’ You huffed.

‘no!’ they said in unison.

‘I am intoxicated not out of my mind. I wouldn’t take it off here.’ You leaned back and crossed your arms over your chest. you started to feel your eyes droop, the drink had been too strong. You yawned and moved closer to Peter.

 ‘do you mind?’ you asked him.

 ‘not at all.’ He raised his arm and you snuggled close to him.

‘thanks.’ You hugged him close and he hesitantly wrapped his arm around you.

You arrived at the base and Peter helped you out of the car. He was about to leave but you stopped him.

‘leave me to my room.’ you pouted. He looked at Bucky for approval and he got a deep breath in response.

‘alright.’ He smiled and helped you in.

You both got in the elevator and you stared at him.

‘what?’ he leaned against the wall.

‘you like me?’ you smiled.

‘yeah.’ He looked down.

‘I like you too, a lot.’ You grinned and moved closer. He stopped you and you gave him a confused look.

‘you don’t mean it, you’re drunk.’ He smiled sadly and sighed.

‘no! I do.’ you pouted.

‘if you do, I’ll come here, tomorrow morning, and if you will still like me, I am all yours.’ He cupped your face.

‘at least let me do something.’ You said.

 ‘what?’ he asked.

 ‘this.’ You kissed the corner of his mouth. ‘we’ll get to it later.’ You winked and the elevator gates opened. ‘goodnight.’ You smiled at him and left. He stood there seeing you leave and he leaned against the wall again. the night was going to be a long one.

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Wait For It (M)

The last part of the series collaboration with @taesthetes and @optosomnio

Catalyst series: Seokjin / Yoongi / Hoseok / Namjoon / Jimin / Taehyung / Jungkook 

Kim Namjoon. 3 880-ish words. Mildly graphic smut. Demon AU.

At first sight, Kim Namjoon is a man you know not to fuck with. It’s not because of the perfectly tousled hair, the reflection dawned shoes, precisely tailored suit, and reeking professionalism that borderlines vanity. But then again, who wouldn’t have an ego the size of a sun when they’ve built an entire empire under the name of Kim Corps that made billions and known worldwide?


Filtered city lights splay over tangled sheets and stark limbs. Feather-like kisses upon shoulders, neck and that spot just under his ear that makes him go crazy. Bare chest pressed flush into his back, knowing what it does to him, knowing he can’t resist. Mellow lips draining away the last of his rationale and he almost, almost tells himself to fuck it, it’s just a company he built from scratch (plus with a bit of help from his fellow friends –tycoons actually– that aided him in giving him a jump start to his career –but yes, scratch).

Namjoon sighs, delighted or conflicted, he’s not so sure.

“Come back to bed, Joon.”

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You stand still, catching your breath as you consider the dummy in front of you. It already has multiple slashes in its head and torso, each one leaking sand. Replacing it would probably be a good idea.

Reaching forward to take it down, you see Percy standing behind it, smirking. He leans comfortably on Riptide, with his black hair perfectly tousled as usual. And, gods, that smirk will be the death of you. But you manage to keep a straight face.

“What?” You ask as you lift the dummy off of the stake.

“Nothing,” he says, still smiling as he walks toward you. “I’m just glad it’s the dummy and not me.”