Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan. Word Count: 11,068 Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you’re uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It’s easy to tell when they’re going to get it on and it ends at the ’-’ and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to @insanityplaysfics for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you @phandommother for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :’) Title Creds: Cement - Citizen Read it on AO3
Phil didn’t know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn’t particularly care about, shit that didn’t really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let’s be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word ‘sex’ in the title.
He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.
The teacher didn’t bat an eye. Heads didn’t turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.
(He didn’t understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word ‘sex’).
It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.
Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!
After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.
Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”, or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still a popular girl that was way out of his league.
“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.
“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”
“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.
“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”
“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”
Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.
“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”
“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”
This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.
“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?
“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.
That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.
“Are you friends with them?” “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”
A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.
“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”
“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.
“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.
A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.
The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.
“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”
“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”
“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with you! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?
Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.
And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.
“You can do this Peter, you got this”
Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.
Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.
Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.
“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.
“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.
“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”
“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”
The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?
Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”
Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.
“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”
“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”
“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”
“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”
The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.
Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.
“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.
“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”
Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.
“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”
She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.
“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”
She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.
“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”
Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!
Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.
His fingers sanked into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.
He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.
Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.
He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.
The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.
Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?
Peter realised the situation as well as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.
“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”
“Will I see you again?”
Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.
“Sooner than you think”
With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.
When he was 3 years old, he watched in amazement as the big truck pulled up to the curb of the suburban neighborhood he called home. With his nose pressed against the glass he watched two men step out of the truck and start unloading boxes onto the driveway. The simple action fascinated him for reasons he couldn’t explain.
The sun caught the exterior of the bright red minivan that pulled into the driveway, causing him to squint. He couldn’t believe his eyes when a girl hopped out of the backseat.
“Woah.” He mumbled against the glass, his hot breath causing it to fog up. Quickly wiping it away, he watched as she danced around the lawn while the rest of her family started moving boxes. Her pigtails bounced behind her as she ran around.
“Stiles? What are you doing?” His dad asked curiously. Before he could answer, his father noticed the moving truck and family moving in across the street.
“Wanna go say hi?” His father offered, placing a hand on the small boy’s shoulder. Nodding furiously, he smiled up at his father.
Request: Can you do a Peter Parker x reader where you are around Peter’s age (1 year older) and a badass avenger with a public identity and best friends with Peter and when is being teased by a bunch of bullies about being a nerd with no girlfriend until he blurts out that you’re his girlfriend and they don’t believe him and tell him to prove it he runs up and kiss you begging you to go along with it
Peter was fucked. That was it. He knew the minute those few words came from his lips that he was eternally fucked.
The boys who sat at the table directly ahead of him had turned around and started pestering him, again. Honestly, at this point in the school year he was used to it, it didn’t bug him like it used to, if anything it was just a nuisance now, a nuisance he’d do anything to get rid of. So that’s why when they started pestering him about having a significant other he flipped and blurted out,
"I’m actually dating someone, you know (Y/N) (Y/L/N), that really cute senior?“ The boys look a him as though he was crazy and at this point Peter think he may be.
"There’s no way you’re dating them,”
"Nope, I totally am,“ Peter leans into his seat, smirking at the boys almost cooly.
"Yeah? Then prove it,” They boys smirk back, making Peters blood run cold.
(Y/N) was his best friend, his partner with shield, they were amazing and understanding but would they understand enough to help him out?
"Go up and kiss them,“ Peter gulps as his eyes travel to (Y/N)’s table where they were valiantly studying for an upcoming graduate test. He knew he shouldn’t disturb them at such a time but before he knew it his feet were carrying him to their table, forcing him to seat and turn to (Y/N) with a hopeful expression.
"Pete, I’m kinda busy right now,” (Y/N) supplies before Peter even has time to open his mouth.
"But (Y/N), it’s really important-“ (Y/N) turns to look at Peter with their best bitch face, a face that sent fear tingling down his spine.
"This better be good or I swear to god I’m going to beat your ass,” Peter sighs as he looks at his hands, twiddling his thumbs a bit as he does.
"Well- so those guys who um-“ Peter didnt want to say bullying, he didn’t want to seem weak around (Y/N). "Those guys I was just talking to,” Peter gestures to the guys behind him, all staring at him intently. “They’ve been mocking me for the last couple of months-”
“they’ve been bullying you?"
"No, that’s not what I said-”
“Do I need to beat them for you?"
"No! God, no, I just need you to kiss me,” (Y/N) stares at Peter with a dumbfounded expression, as though he had just grown a second head or three.
“Are you fucking serious?"
"I know, I know, you can beat my ass later but please, I just need this,” Peter gives (Y/N) his best puppy dog eyes, he even threw in a pout just for good measure.
(Y/N) was seriously contemplating saying no but then they heard the boys snickering and mocking Peter. Gritting their teeth (Y/N) leans forward, cupping Peters cheeks as they connected their lips to his.
His lips were surprisingly soft and sweet and (Y/N) knew It was horrible to think but they wanted more. Plus, Peter wasn’t too bad of a kisser- in fact he was good, maybe a little too good.
(Y/N) pulls away (even if they were reluctant), licking their lips as they look to Peter with half lidded eyes, almost as though they were drunk. Peter looks almost disbelieving himself as he stares at (Y/N), more specifically their lips.
"Was I your first kiss?” (Y/N) asks, cutting the younger boy short. Peter looks a bit sheepish at first, his cheeks dusting a light pink as he looks down at his hands.
“Is it that obvious?” (Y/N) smirks as they hum, casually turning back to their papers to get back to work.
"No,“ Peter looks surprised at this, eyes wide and lips parted. "You’re surprisingly good,” And that was all the information (Y/N) gave Peter before they set back to work, smirking as Peter made his way back to his own table with a new sense of shock and pride.
For clarification : My mom is a super casual viewer but she knows I ship Johnlock. After we rewatched S 1-TAB she low key ships them, too. (but she doesn’t know about tjlc) She doesn’t speak English so we watched it in german. Everything in this post is translated.
The six thatchers
Sherlock pretends he doesn’t know Thatcher:
Mom (suspicious): Why is he pretending?
Car seat boy:
Mom: Is this real? That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.
Me (in my head): just wait until you’ve watched everything…
Sherlock tells Mary how he found her:
Mom: couldn’t they have found her sooner. What did they do the whole time? Were they busy kissing?
Mary gets shot:
Mom: WHAT? Lets watch this scene again.
We watched it again:
Mom: Tell mevwhat really happened!
Me: This is what happened.
Mom: This was obviously staged. It looked like a play.
End of the episode:
Mom: Why wasn’t John in this one? The show isn’t called ‘Mary’
The lying detective
Mary appears on screen:
Mom: Not her again…
“but he’s our monster”
Mom: No Mary, you’re the monster!
“Is cup of tea a code?”
Mom: It is a code, isn’t it? Why should they mention it if it’s not?
John beating up Sherlock:
Mom (stops episode): John would never do that. Did Sherlock take that strange memory drug?
After the hug:
Mom: Did I miss something? Did they kiss? It looks like it…
End of the episode:
Mom: The child is dead.
Me: WHAT? WHY?
Mom: John imagines his dead wife and now his cjild conveniently disappeares when he’s busy?! The cild is dead.
The final problem:
“Welcome to the final problem”
Mom: It’s already satire.
Mom: So when does the real episode start?
Mom: The show is over. Either they’re dead or the show got so unbelievable they should just stop.
Mycroft reveals his captain disguise:
Mom: That’s too much!
Mom: *stops episode and walks away*
(She came back with cookies)
Every time Eurus is on screen:
Mom: I don’t get it.
Me: me neither.
(By the end of the episode it was an inside joke)
Sherlock hugs Eurus:
Mom: Why didn’t Sherlock ‘magical hug’ John, after Mary died. The whole second episode could have been avoided.
Dick and Jason stared at your dirty and small figure sitting at the dining room table, eating your food as if it were your last meal. Bruce had informed everyone that he had taken you off from the streets when he found you at a crime scene. You were hidden behind a couple boxes when a criminal decided to mug someone in the same alley. The sounds of the victim struggling woke you up from your nap, making you leave your current home at the time. There was a woman that was attempting to push a man’s knife away from her neck. You quickly grabbed an old pipe you kept with you and stood up, quietly approaching the man until you were directly behind him. You rose the pipe and bashed it on his head, causing him to drop the knife and collapse on the ground. You hit him again for good measure and kicked away the knife. The woman you saved stared at you, trying to process what you had just done.
“He’s still alive,” you muttered and kicked the man, receiving a groan from him.
“Thank you,” she stuttered out and hugged you.
You sighed at the warmth she provided, but had to let go, “Can you call the police? I don’t want to be here without help if he wakes up again.”
She nodded and pulled out her cell phone out of her battered purse. A few minutes later, a shadow enveloped you and the woman. You turned around, the pipe still in your grip, to find the Batman looking at you and the woman. He walked past you and the woman, grabbed the man, and placed some type of handcuffs on him. Once he was finished with the criminal, he turned around and faced you and the woman.
Summary: “Ask any girl that thought Jeon Jungkook was
handsome or any boy that thought Jungkook was a god and they would say he
smelled like the purest form of any man with a harmonious smell of musk, cedar
wood, and oak; like fresh rain that soaked in the middle of a mossy forest,
spices, and black coffee – but they couldn’t have been more wrong.”
A/N:I have no idea what made me want to write this but it was fun and I’m most definitely thinking of making an au for all the boys.
A/N: Thank’s for 500, here’s a long ass Josh Dun smut to celebrate.
Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader
Type: Smutty smut
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: Blood, nudes, sex, the fun stuff
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“I understand,” you say through gritted teeth. “Thank you for the consideration.”
You push the end button and throw your phone onto the carpet of your apartment frustratedly, wanting to scream but also crawl under the covers and cry your eyes out.
You were a newly graduated student from a photography college and had big dreams to have your own photography company, but that wasn’t going so well to say the least. Right out of college, you moved straight to the heart of California, hoping to land as much as an internship with a company. Your resume was online and on many websites, but you barely got offered jobs, to which you weren’t even interested in. And when you applied to companies, you were rejected. Since you had to pay the bills, you had landed a job as a bartender, earning less than minimum wage to pay for your rent. You were past the state of angry and sad. You were loosing hope and money at rapid pace.
Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU Word Count: 7,692 Author’s Note: Now, I don’t want to give away too much of this chapter right off the bat, but I’m giving this chapter an ‘M’ rating for a reason.
A lot of things have changed in the past 2 years—you are the last person who would ever try to deny that.
For instance, you don’t know if Yoongi still likes caramel macchiato with his two shots of espresso, or if he still reaches out to cling for the nearest source of warmth while remaining on the brink of unconsciousness, or even if music is still the most important thing in his life. You don’t know if he can still record the lyrics floating around in his mind as easily as gathering strings of cotton candy, or if he hides his emotions underneath miles and miles of apathy. There’s a lot of things you no longer know about Yoongi. You’ve changed a lot in 2 years and it would be foolish and naive to assume that Yoongi had not.
But there’s one thing you know has not changed over the course of that time, and that was how naturally you could fold yourself into Yoongi’s touch, how his lips could still light all the nerves underneath your skin like fire, sparking you into life, and how readily you could feel yourself responding to him.
When Yoongi dives back into for another kiss, one that contains just as much passion, anger, remorse, and desperation as the first one, you can’t deny on returning the gesture with equal frenzy. He still does good in making your mind spin like a top, your sense of gravity severely distorted as you feel like you might topple over if you don’t grip onto the closest thing that just so happens to be the fabric of Yoongi’s t-shirt. The material is soft in between your fingers, clenching it to pull him closer and he doesn’t protest. The kiss is hard, teeth and tongue and shallow breathing as Yoongi grips the edges of the makeup counter behind you as a means to cage you in and keep himself grounded.
The Night She Took (My Breath Away) SMUT (NSFW 18+)
A/N: Hi guys. I have no idea where is came from but here it is. The titles is from this song I Don’t Know Her Name by Bad Boy Blue and I think the lyrics are perfect for this song. Also, idfc by Blackbear helped me with the smut. Thank you thank you thank you to @writing-obrien for helping with this. She’s such a lifesaver, She’s always there to jump in and take over.
Warning: SMUTTT, Slight alcohol abuse(I mean their drunk so), mentions for drugs