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Stark’s Girl (NSFW)

Pairing: Peter Parker(Spider-Man) x Reader

Summary: Reader is Stark’s daughter and has a crush on Spider-Man AND Peter Parker. What happens when Spidey shows up in her room?

Words: 2972

Warning: SMUT and fluff and language

  Being Tony Stark’s daughter has its perks, the biggest one being that you know the Avengers. A lot of your classmates, girls and guys alike, always bombard you with questions ranging from “Are they really as nice as we think” to “Is Thor’s ‘hammer’ as big as we think. You have no answers for the latter kind. Even if you were legal age, they’ve become your family: it’d just be weird
However, there’s one Avenger that you’d jump at the chance to get with; Spider-Man. You’ve never actually met him, you don’t even know his age, but at this point of your crush, it didn’t matter to you. You’re too far down that rabbit hole.
Which is why you’re in your current situation: some asshole jock trying to ask you out. You’ve already done the polite refusal, but he won’t give up. Time for plausible excuse now. You glance around for any help and see your second crush, Peter Parker.

  There are a couple reasons for this one. One, he didn’t ever try to pursue you like many others did. Two, he’s shy and pretty sweet. Three, he’s smart and not afraid to show it.

  You couldn’t use him as your excuse. He gets bullied enough, no need to add to it. So, you went with your second choice.

  “Sorry, but I already have plans with Spider-Man tonight. My dad set it up for me.”

  Everyone’s attention turns to you, which only makes a faint blush crawl up your neck. Pressing your books tighter to your chest, you hold yourself higher just like Tony had taught you when you go to galas. When you turn to leave for your next class, you see Peter looking at you with slight surprise and something else that you can’t recognize.

  Choosing to ignore it for now, you walk past everyone who’d been staring at you, though they’re still staring since you turned down one of the most sought-after jocks on the team. Some of them understand because who would pass up a date with Spider-Man? Others wonder if you’re mentally ill.

  Ned elbows Peter hard after people start scattering. “Dude! Y/n Stark and you?”

  Peter feels his cheeks flush as he rolls his shoulder to relax his arm from his friend hitting him. “Actually, no. That never was set up, so no. I, nor Spidey, have a date with her.”

  Ned furrows his brows, leaning against the lockers. “But…what’s keeping you from showing up at her place later?”

  Pausing, Peter stares into the empty space of his locker. What is keeping him from showing up and just…hanging out with her as Spider-Man? He didn’t have a chance as Peter Parker, but apparently Spider-Man does. So, with a slam of his locker, he sets a plan in his head.

  And boy are you in for a surprise.
  You groan out loud as you fall face first onto your bed, your backpack forgotten by your bedroom door. The Avengers are out on a mission, but there’s food in the fridge from last night so you aren’t stranded on your own. It’s kind of weird being on your own after the Avengers had taken a break. Well, it isn’t their choice, but now they’re allowed to go out again and fight. You’re happy they have their jobs back, but ever since the team pretty much split in half, it’s been weird to get used to.

  Rolling onto your back, your hair splaying over your bed behind you, you close your eyes with a heavy sigh. You’re alone for an undetermined amount of time with hardly any homework left because you used your study hall to do it instead of getting a guy to make out with and no one to call because you really don’t make friends in your classes, so you’re stuck.

  A tap on your window makes you jump in surprise. Who could be at your window when you literally live in a skyscraper? So, being the curious girl you are, you pad silently over to the window and pull the curtains back, nearly screaming when you suddenly see Spider-Man’s face. Well, masked face, but it still counts. You somehow keep yourself from falling backwards before you open the window to let him in. You didn’t want him to fall off the side of the building!

  “What the hell are you doing?” you ask, your voice squeaking in surprise.

  A muffled chuckle comes from him. “Sorry to scare you, but someone told me we had plans together. Why didn’t I get wind of that?”

  You turn red, but shrug playfully. “Well, maybe word didn’t get around to you fast enough, mar busy-body. Though…since you’re here…”

  He tilts his head. “Since I’m here…”

  “We could hang out.”

  You can’t tell what his expression is under his mask, but you do see the eyes on his mask widen slightly. It’s actually a little funny to watch his mask move with his expression. You smile cheekily at him as you move to sit on the small couch in your room, which is in front of your TV and gaming stand. You pat the seat next to you.

  “Are you coming over here to talk to me or what?”

  He nearly jumps clear across the room to land on the couch next to you, making you giggle at him. Who knew Spider-Man was such a goof?

  “So, uh…y-you wanted to talk? Or hang out?”

  “Isn’t that kinda what we’re doing?” You ask, leaning your elbow onto the arm of the couch behind you and laying your head against your fist.

  He nods quickly, folding his hands in his lap. He’s bending forward a little bit, obviously nervous, but also excited to be here with you.

  You grin. You’re already having fun with him and you can’t wait to see what happens with this.

  He clears his throat. “So, uh, wanna know anything about me?”

  You hum softly as you think. There are several things you really wanna know, but you don’t wanna scare him off. As a Stark, you’re not very…censored, so it’s easy to scare people who aren’t used to it and you don’t know what all Spidey can take of your brashness, so you go with the first, logical choice.

  “Who are you under that mask, Mr. wallcrawler?”

  He chuckles, nudging your arm with his elbow. “You know I can’t tell you. You should know better than anyone that I can’t.”

  You roll your eyes, turning to sit facing him, meaning that your back is to the arm of the couch. “Well…what can I see of your face?”

  He sighs softly, giving in to you a little as he pulls his mask up just over his nose. You keep yourself from blushing when your eyes glance down to his pink lips and back up to the white eyes of his mask. You bite your bottom lip as you think more in your head, trying to keep all the thoughts you know are just plain awful that you really want to do with him down out of your mouth.

  Oh, the things you wanted to do to him with your mouth.

  “You okay? You haven’t said anything in a while,” he says softly, getting nervous since you hadn’t said anything after he pulled his mask up slightly.

  “Huh? O-oh, no! I’m fine! Promise.”

  “Hey, Y/n!” your father calls from down the hall. “Me and the team are heading out for a bit, you gonna be okay on your own?”

  Your thoughts run faster with this. “Yeah, Dad! I’ll just study or something!”

  Spider-Man watches you as a huge smile spreads across your lips and you scoot to sit closer to him. “So, Spidey, do you…wanna do anything fun?”

  He smiles softly, scratching the back of his head. “Um, yeah. That’d be awesome.”

  You lean towards him, trying to keep your eyes on his instead of his lips. “Do you trust me? To do something fun with you?”

  He nods slowly, glancing down at your lips even though you can’t see it. “Yeah…I do.”

  You grin before you crash your lips onto his, one of your hands moving to cup his cheek, keeping him close. His hands immediately grab your waist, pulling you closer than you were a few seconds ago. Smirking to yourself, you pull away from his hands and his lips, standing up and walking to your bed with a sway in your hips. He turns to watch you, licking his lips as he tries to process everything. Are you serious about this?

  You rest your hands on your hips. “You coming or am I doing this on my own?”

  Again, he jumps across the room to you, his arms wrapping around your waist again, hands playing with the hem of your shirt. You giggle softly, curling your arms around his neck to play with the small curls that slipped out the back of his mask. You feel a little weird to be doing this, after all you have another crush on an amazing boy from high school who’s the sweetest ever, but…

  It’s not every day you get a chance to be with Spider-Man.

  You press your lips to his again, only this time he’s ready for it and he moves his lips with yours languidly. You could do this all day, you’ve never kissed anyone that makes you feel this way. As heat starts to build within you, his tongue flicks across your lips before slipping into your mouth. He seems cautious to do anything with you, so you have to take the lead.

  Tugging at his curls, you nip his bottom lip gently and step back towards your bed, pulling him on top of you as you fall onto your bed. You both end up laughing softly as he pulls himself up to hover above your body, dipping down again to kiss you. He would probably only keep doing that if you let him, just kissing your lips over and over and over…

  But you have other ideas.

  You press the small spider on his chest to loosen his suit. You helped your uncle design it, so you know how it works, even though that surprises him that you do. Helping you out, he pulls his gloves off and slides his suit off his body, revealing all the muscles he’s gained from his job. Man, is he built, but he’s still lean. Definitely not as big as Cap, but built more than guys at school are when they brag about their muscles.

  “Eight pack?” you ask with a smirk, dragging your fingers down his abs, making him tense them in surprise.

  “Uh, well, you know…climbing walls and swinging around New York takes a lot of…core strength.”

  Not boastful. Good trait to have.

  You pull your shirt off with an arch of your back. The white eyes on his mask seem to widen as you reveal more of your bare, flush skin to him. He licks his lips again before he starts pressing wet, open mouth kisses to your jaw and down your neck. You let out a soft gasp of surprise before you end up whining when he nibbles at the spot right above your collar bone, which only makes him grin and suck on your skin. You have a feeling he really doesn’t care about leaving marks or is even thinking about the consequences of what could happen if anyone sees them. Not that you are, either.

  His hands run down your stomach to the hem of your pants, his fingers hooking into the belt loops of them. He tugs and you lift your hips, letting him pull your pants down which also pulls your underwear down a little, just enough to make it obvious that he’s getting very excited.

  You giggle softly, pulling his suit off his hips and down his legs, showing off his plaid boxers. He picks you up to lay you down on your bed again, your head on your pillows as he kicks his suit off, climbing over you. You wrap your arms back around his neck to crash his lips back to yours, your tongue immediately invading his mouth again. His hips press down against yours and you whine, wanting both of your underclothes gone so you can just feel him. God, did you want to feel him.

  He must feel the same since he hooks his finger into your panties and pulls them down, followed by his boxers. You quickly pull away from him to twist your body and fumble for your bedside table drawer. He smiles as he starts placing kisses on your back, sucking and licking every now and then, gently biting your shoulder blades when you stretch them. You whimper as you tug a small packet out of the drawer and hold it in front of his eyes.

  “What’s this?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

  “Did you never go to sex ed?” You let out a soft laugh. “It’s a condom. You put it on your dick so I don’t get pregnant.”

  His cheeks flare red as he gently takes it from you, tearing it open carefully so it doesn’t rip before rolling it onto himself, biting his lip as his eyes drag along your body. You smile, tracing your fingers over the lines of his muscles. He shudders and ducks his head down to leave kisses along the tops of your breasts, only being stopped by the bra you hadn’t slipped off. He growls and nips at your skin as his hands travel behind you, fumbling with the clasp as he can’t keep his mouth off your skin. You moan softly when you rock your hips up against his and his cock presses against your clit. He smiles as he finally frees your breasts from the confines of your bra and finally takes the nipple of your left breast in your mouth to tongue over and suck.

  You rock your hips up again and the tip snags slightly at your entrance, making him push his hips forward at the feeling, wanting to just wreck you completely.

  “Spider-Man,” you whisper breathily against his ear, tugging at the curls on the base of his neck. “Please, take me. I need you.”

  His hand goes to your neglected breast and gently kneads it as he presses into you, making both of you moan and you to hiss softly in his ear. He lifts his head from your chest and captures your lips sweetly, passionately.

  Then, you realize it’s more than just two bodies having sex.

  His thrusts start slowly, gently just rocking your body with his hips. It starts driving you crazy as he keeps his steady, slow, hot pace. So much that it makes you whimper his name in his ear, which only makes him grin as he moves his lips to your neck again, sucking on the mark his already left. When you whimper again, his hips jerk forward quickly and hard.

  “Shit!” You squeal, hips bucking with the thrust.

  He chuckles breathlessly against your neck, starting up again with that same pace now, hard and quick thrusts mixed in with his former slow and steady. Each one making a different sound leave your lips, sometimes a squeal or high moan, sometimes a yell of his name. Each sound you make drives him on, soft groans and your name leaving him.

  “Spidey, oh, god…” you murmur into his ear, your arms wrapping over his shoulders to pull him closer, your nails dragging across his skin to leave marks that would definitely be there in the morning.

  “Close, baby?” he whispers into your neck, gently biting at your neck. “Wanna cum on my dick?”

  You whine, arching your back. “Please, please, harder…”

  He lifts himself up, hands on either side of your head before his hips suddenly slam forward, making you cry out loudly as you clench around him, your entire body going rigid under him. He smiles softly, watching you come undone as he keeps slamming into you until he moans loudly, filling the condom. You pull him back down and leave gentle kisses along his shoulder and up is neck, sucking at the skin right under his jaw.

  He pulls out of you slowly after you both calm down from your orgasm and falls onto his side next to you. He pulls the condom off and ties it off before throwing it away in your trashcan and burying it in tissues and paper balls. He finally collapses next to you, groaning softly.

  “This…might just be…the best day…of my entire life,” he whispers, just loud enough for you to hear.

  You giggle, curling up next to him and slinging your arm over his stomach. “Wanna cuddle for a bit?”
He nods, pulling you against his body. “Honestly…I’ll probably pass out soon. Sorry in advance.”

  You nod, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Go ahead and sleep, my hero. You did a lot of work today.”

  He smiles and you watch as the eyes on his mask close. You wait a while until his chest rises and falls evenly, only then daring to mess with his mask. His entire body is still sparkling with sweat from the sex you just had, so wouldn’t it be better if he could breathe easier without the mask?

  You gently, carefully, pull the mask off his face, watching as loose, sweaty curls drop onto his forehead, a grin spreading your lips. No reason to feel guilty about sleeping with Spider-Man now.

  Peter Parker lays next to you in your bed, curls in his face, eyes closed, breathing softly, after you had just had sex. You cuddle close to his chest, your legs entangled with his own.

  It’ll be fun when you wake up later.

tags: @captainswriting @caitsymichelle13 @384-chubby-dumpling


I’m A Good Girl

Summary: Dean has the reader wear something different when they’re alone for the weekend…

Square Filled: Collars

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Rating: explicit (smut (collar play, use of a butt plug), language)

A/N: Written/created for @spnkinkbingo 

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Peter x Reader

Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut

“Stop pouting.” Derek grunted as he passed Peter who hadn’t moved from the spot you’d left him in.

“Not pouting, I’m reading.” Peter muttered despite both of them knowing it wasn’t true and that he’d been staring at the same page for hours now.

“If you didn’t want her to go you should have stopped her, I’ll be back later… don’t do anything evil, if you can.” Derek stared at Peter for a moment before hurrying out of the building.

Almost twenty minutes later you tore into the room, slamming the front door as you stomped into the living room and burst into tears.

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30 Day OTP Challenge Day Thirty: Doing something Hot

Note: NSFW,Vaginal fingering, hair pulling, spanking(slightly), and Loki’s possessive behavior, If you are under 18 please refrain from reading loves! Go to the Author’s note at the bottom to find out new information!

Words: 1925

You dropped your duffel bag onto the floor of your apartment as a sigh of relief coursed from your lungs. You were finally home, two weeks of hell with Tony and Steve bickering like a couple the entire time made one weak. You immediately ripped off your shoes as you walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. It was quiet, which means Loki isn’t home yet and that alone made you whine because you really need him. He always helped you when you were stressed to the point of exhaustion, when you were ready to break down and cry.

You drained down half the content of the bottle before gasping for breath as you wiped your lips looking around the apartment. You started to pop the button on your suit before pulling down the zipper as you sighed happily from the sweat pouring off your body. You grunted as you pulled the top of your suit down to your waist relieved to have cold air brushing your skin considering you wore only a bra underneath your suit. You were about to walk over to the couch when the doors to the elevator opened to reveal Loki who walked in before pausing as he took in your attire.

“Well good evening my darling.” He said as you waved before collapsing onto the couch when he frowned softly. “Bad mission?” He asked quirking an eyebrow. “Steve and Tony screaming at each other in a small space for over eight hours is not the highlight of my week.” You mumbled sarcastically before looking at him. “Sorry.” You whisper as he walks over to you running his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry my love.” He spoke gently as you sighed at the tingling feeling in your scalp from the sensation of him playing with you hair. “Thank you.” You smile wearily to him.

“How about I give my wonderfully courageous darling a massage? Help take down the stress of this horrendous job.” He suggests as you look at him blushing profusely. “Y-You mean it? R-Really?” You asked as he chuckles leaning down before placing a kiss onto your shoulder gently. “Yes my darling, really.” He whispered as you nod. “Yes please, I would love that.” You mumbled sheepishly when he stood up offering out his hands. “Come, it’ll be easier on our bed.” He said as you nod taking it before allowing him to lead you back to your bedroom.

“Thank you.” You turned when he unzipped the rest of your suit before slowly sliding it off your hips as his hands trailed along with it to the newly exposed skin. You shuddered softly as he removed the material from your body before standing up with a wink. “Please get comfortable my darling. Allow me to take care of you the way a Queen should be taken care of.” He whispered as he unclips your bra causing your face to heat up due to not being naked in front of each other that often. He gestured for you to lay down as he opens one of the draws by his nightstand to reveal cherry scented massage oil.

“You have a think for cherries?” You asked, but he merely smiled not answering that questioned before you laid down onto your stomach turning your head to the side. “Hush now, and enjoy the sensation that I bring to you.” He said sitting on the bed behind you. He straddles your waist as you blush burying your face into the pillows that smell like him before you gasp in shock. A shiver rippled through your body at the coldness of the oil when his warm hands placed themselves onto your shoulders. “God that is frickin’ cold.” You whine before your breath caught in your throat when Loki’s palms dug into the knots on your back.

A moan slipped passed your trembling lips as the tension started to melt away from your body at his magical hands. “You have the hands of a God, pun intended.” You comment as he lets out a small fit of laughter. “I thank you for the compliment my darling.” He grins as his hands trail lower onto your back when your face heats up before you bit your lip. “L-Loki…” You whispered before moaning as he gently massages away another knot that had caused you the most pain. “Yes?” He asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice as you huffed wanting to snip back, but couldn’t.

“So mean.” You frown as he leans over to be in your field of vision. “Really? I’m mean to you? I’m giving you a massage right not to help you, but I’m mean?” He asked quirking an eyebrow as he starts to move away. “No! No no! Okay I’m sorry you’re not mean, please don’t stop.” You whimper as he chuckles before going back to massage your back when he leaned down kissing your shoulder. You bit your lip as he gently kissed his way down your spine when your fingers dug into the comforter underneath you causing you to whimper at the feeling. “Feeling good?” He questioned.

“Y-Yeah.” It was more of a moan than an answer at this point causing him to grin. “Do you want more?” He asked softly sitting up as he wipes his hands clean on a small towel in the drawer. “Yes.” You whispered before looking to him as his fingers danced their way over your thighs up towards your slightly soaked panties. Your breath quickened at the tingling feeling that was causing you to rub your thighs together to get friction that you desperately needed. “What was that? I don’t think I heard you properly my darling? You need to speak up.” He scolded softly to you.

Opening your mouth to resort something back because you hated when he was like this only to cry out at the small slap that was placed onto your ass. Your eyes widened, but there was a burning lust for another as you looked up to him seeing a smirk on his lips. “Naughty.” He comments as you bit your lip before whimpering when his fingers trailed down your covered folds. “Fuck.” You hissed before burying your face into the pillows to muffle your desperate sounds when Loki threw them off the bed. “I want to hear you.” He whispered in a stern tone.

To show that he meant what he said his fingers entangled into your hair before giving a gentle tug, nothing too harsh, but enough to make you moan. “Yes my king.” This isn’t the first time you’ve done the act saved only for lovers so you knew what he wanted to hear and judging by the growl from his throat you had answered right. You squeaked when you garment was ripped from your body as you looked back to him with a glare. “Really? I need those! You think they grow on trees or something?” You huff causing him to roll his eyes. “I’ll get you new ones.” He informed you.

Still, it didn’t stop you from grumbling in protest of how those were one of your favorite pairs and he was gonna find a pair just like those. Suddenly all thoughts were erased when he started to move in tight circles around your clit making you gasp out. You dug your fingers into the comforter again before arching your hips up as you jut back. “S-Stop teasing me.” You hiss out when he chuckled grabbing the massage oil. “I was only trying to draw it out, make it more pleasurable.” He comments as you forced yourself not to hide your noise into the bed.

You cried out in both pleasure and surprise when his slipped an oil covered finger inside your body. You started to pant softly as the pad of his finger rubs across your velvety walls causing you to moan. “L-Loki–” You gasped feeling heat start to form in the pit of your stomach as you rocked back against his finger before moaning when he slipped another finger inside. Your blush trailed down your chest as sweat started to bead onto your skin from the pleasure. You cried out as he started to scissor and move his fingers faster, feeling like he was hitting all the right place.

“Are you almost there? Are you going to come for your King?” He asked twisting his fingers as your back arched making you scream out in pleasure. “Yes! I’m gonna come.” You whine as your nails dug into your palms from gripping the sheet under you so hard. “Beg.” He commanded as you looked to him when he started to slow down his movements. “P-Please.” You whimpered as he looked at you. “Please what my darling? You have to tell me what you want.” He said in a teasingly calm tone as a smirk danced across his lips.

“Please let me come!” You cried out as your face grew hotter, at this point you didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you needed this. “Who do you belong to? Who brings you to this state?” He demanded picking up his pace as he twisted his fingers again causing you to sob in pleasure. “Y-You do! You do my king!” You cried as his free hand dug his fingers into your hair pulling it back again. “That’s right. No one else can satisfy you the way I can. Do you understand me? You belong to me, and me only.” He growled in your ear possessively.

With the tone of his voice and the words he spoke made your body tense from the impending orgasm that was just there. “Come for me my little pet.” He whispered darkly into your ear as your eyes snapped shut and all you could see was white. You cried out loudly when your body jolted from the intense pleasure rushing through you as you sobbed out Loki’s name. If felt like hours before you finally were able to breathe properly when you sunk down onto the bed. You grunted in disgust at the giant wet spot from your release soaking the sheets beneath you.

You shivered as Loki slowly removed his fingers when the pain started to settle in your body, but you were too boneless at the moment to care. You looked up to see Loki travel into the bathroom before coming out with a washcloth as he cleaned you up. You shuddered from the sensitiveness of your body before he set the cloth down as you smiled tiredly to him. “Are you feeling better?” He asked as his voice grew soft not like before when his fingers slowly caressed through you sweaty hair. Your eyes fluttered before you whined as he picked you up bridal style.

“What are you doing?” You asked when he removed the sheets from the bed with his magic and replaced them with new ones. “My Queen isn’t going to lay on dirty sheets.” He said before laying you back down onto the bed as he walks out grabbing a water for you. “Here, drink. You lost a lot of fluids.” He comments as your face lit up before you took the water and gulped down over half of it. He pulled back the covers before crawling beside you as you turned snuggling into his chest when he wrapped you both up. “Thank you.” You whispered softly. “No need my love. Rest.” He whispered and before you knew it your eyes fluttered closed and you fell asleep.

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Author’s Note: This was supposed to be the last day, but I feel bad that it’s smut, so not everyone can read it! People don’t want this to series to end and some have asked me to continue it, because there’s a lot that didn’t happen! If you have an idea for this series ask me! Please! I want to continue this series for you lovely muffins! You’re so supportive and I want you to see your ideas come to life! So if you have an idea throw it out there! DM or send an ask and I’ll credit you for the idea! Thank you so much loves! Have an amazing day or night :D


Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 1.)

CHAPTER TITLE: The Bachelor Party

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (pre-apocalypse)
It was just a regular bachelor party that you had to work that night, but what you weren’t expecting were two eligible bachelors that caught your interest…
Word Count: 4,515
Warning: No smut, just ya know… Dirty dancing, lap dances, and Negan’s vulgarity as usual… Seriously tho, the dancing is very very dirty. 
Author’s Note: So, I’m not sure if I want to do a two-parter for this story, but for now, let’s settle on this story being a one-shot. I currently have taken a liking to Steven Ogg and literally freaked out when he and JDM were on the same panel at WSC London (wish Austin Amelio wasn’t sitting between them, but beggars can’t be choosers right?) lmao, anyway, I need more of these two bc my god I’ve got a thing for them both and I’m still waiting for them to be standing next to each other in one goddamn frame pls 

(GIF Source: @mypapawinchester​)

Songs: Pony by Ginuwine || Grind On Me by Pretty Ricky

“Take a seat, take a seat, take a motherfucking seat, Jason!” Negan grinned, taking the groom-to-be by the shoulders and pushing him into a chair in the middle of the room.

Jason’s wedding wasn’t until this weekend, but the group of men decided to take his bachelor party to Las Vegas. They didn’t want to risk bumping into his fiancée at any of the bars, though, that was highly unlikely.

“I said no strippers, guys!” Jason exclaimed, fidgeting in his seat. “Anne’s going to be angry! I told her no strippers! Just gambling and drinks out with my guys…”

“Calm down, Jase. Seriously. Whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Besides, you’re telling me that her bunch of girlfriends didn’t bring her her own stripper? Come on. It wouldn’t be a bachelor or bachelorette party without a stripper,” Simon interrupted, walking behind Jason and gently squeezing his shoulders to calm him down.

“There are five of us altogether and only you and Negan are the ones that are single,” Jason added.

“And what’s your fucking point, Jason?” Negan smirked, sipping on his glass of scotch as he leaned against the bar in their hotel suite.

“All I’m saying is that you two can’t talk about feeling guilty because this woman can dance all up on you and you won’t have to worry about a fiancée or wife getting angry with you,” Jason replied, motioning to the other men that were his groomsmen.

“Lighten up. It’s not like you’re going to fuck her. Right, Jase?” Negan teased, chuckling quietly as the man sitting in the chair grabbed one of the pillows from the sofa to throw towards Negan’s head.

“Fuck you, Negan.”

“Seriously, Jason. She’ll be here for two hours tops. That’s it. She’ll give you one dance and that’ll be it,” Negan sighed, trying to reason with the other man. “This is your last chance to do this. Just fucking live a little.”

“Pour me a shot of Patron,” he demanded.

Negan smirked, “That’s more like it!”

The men clinked their shot glasses together before downing the shot simultaneously. Suddenly, they were all broken out of their reverie when they heard a knock at the door.

“She’s here,” Negan winked.

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You smile at the mirror when you see the reflection of yourself. Your boyfriend recently bought you a beautiful dress, and you’re wearing it on your date tonight. A knock on the door lets you know that your boyfriend is about to come in, so you turn to the door, ready to show him how you look.

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It’s been a bad day

In case anyone has been having a bad day!

Originally posted by hotmessharry

It’s been a bad day. You didn’t want to talk about it. All you wanted to do was go home and hide away from the world in the comfort of your bed. You were feeling overwhelmed with school work. The semester was about to end so you have so much work piling on top of you. Some stranger accidentally spilled coffee on you. You had to walk home in the rain from the train station to your apartment. 

By the time you got to your building, you were drenched from head to toe. You walk up to your floor, your wet shoes squeaking against the floor. When you got to your door, you put your hand the knob and turn to see that it’s already been opened. Your eyebrows knit in confusion, worried that someone might’ve been broke in. You cautiously open your door and step inside.

 The sound of music coming from your stereo fills the room and the smell of something being cooked in kitchen is inhaled through your nose. You walk over to the kitchen and you see a tall body standing in front of the stove, wiggling their hips to the music and your lips instantly pull up into a smile at the sight of your boyfriend. You didn’t know he was back in town.

You slowly walk up behind him, wrapping yours around him from behind causing him to jump in surprise. 

“Oi!” He shouts, body tensing before relaxing when he recognizes who it was. “Yeh scared me, pet.” 

You don’t say anything, nuzzling your face in between his shoulder blades, inhaling his musky scent. He smelled like home. You feel him rest his hands atop of yours on his stomach. He then brings it up to his lips, pressing a few kisses against your palm.

He immediately knew it hadn’t been a good day. Usually when you see him after a few days, you jump on top of him with joy and pepper his face with kisses but today, you stand silently behind him with your arms wrapped around his chest.

You both stand in silence, Harry giving you the peaceful quietness that you need. He turns the dial of the stove on low heat before turning around and cupping your face in his hands. Your sad and tired eyes meet his pale green ones.

“Wha’s wrong?” He asks, gazing at your face. He takes in the deep purple bags underneath your eyes and knitted brows that created stress lines which he smooths out with his thumb. He notices the slight breakout on your face, usually which occurs when you’re stressed.

He feels you hug his chest, your head resting into the crook of his neck. He kisses your head, wrapping his arms around your back and rubbing it in a soothing manner. You shut your eyes, feeling relaxed in the comfort of your boyfriend’s strong arms.

“Just been a bad day,” You mumble, voice muffled when you speak into the crook of his neck. “Thought you weren’t gonna be back till Thursday.” 

Harry sighs, swaying you both. “Thought I’d surprise m’girl. Missed yeh, pet.”

You kiss neck, “Missed you too.” 

He pulls you back by the neck, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear and you sigh contently at the feeling of his hands stroking your hair. 

“Look so exhausted, love. Haven’ been sleeping ‘nough hm?” He asks, rubbing underneath your eyes. 

You shake your head, grabbing his hand to hold in yours. You intertwine your fingers with his ring clad ones. He glances down at them before looking back up at your tired face.

“Just been tired from school,” You sigh. 

He nods, turning to the stove for moment to turn it off. He then faces you again, wrapping his arms around your back. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his warm skin. You feel his hands trail down your sides and over your bum (in a non sexual way) and to the back of your thighs. He pats your thighs, signaling you to jump so you can wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Le’s take a bath to relax hm? Yeh smell like coffee,” He chuckles.

You sigh, pulling your head back to look at him. “Some asshole spilled his coffee all over me. Didn’t even apologize for it,” You say bitterly, playing with the hair at the nape of neck as he carries you to your bedroom.

Harry pouts, kissing your nose, “If I were you, I would’ve told ‘im off. Teach ‘im some manners,” He says.

You snort, twirling his hair around your finger, “No you wouldn’t. You’d probably be the one apologizing to him instead,” You emphasize, knowing how polite your boyfriend was. The guy tripped over a dog once and apologized to it. 

He playfully glares at you, biting the tip of your nose and you squirm away, scrunching up your face. He chuckles, tightening his hold under your thighs.

When you both reach the bathroom, you move your arm from his neck to flick on the light. He pecks you on the lips before setting you down on the sink. You feel him let go of your body and watch him as he crouches down beneath your sink to grab a rose scented bath bomb. He turns on the water, sticking his hand in to feel the perfect temperature. 

You watch him with a smile on your face when you see him turn off the faucet and throw in the bath bomb to let it dissolve. Until then, he turns back around to walk towards you. He notices the small smile on your face and he gives a grin of his own. He puts his hands on your thighs as you hook your fingers underneath his shirt to drag it up his torso. When his bare chest is revealed, you lean forward to kiss chest as he puts his hands on your thighs. 

You drag your lips over his tattooed chest before brushing it against his neck. You reach his natural pink lips and immediately press yours against his. He grunts in surprise, cupping your face in his hands as he responds to the kiss. 

You were so happy he was back. He’d been away for a few days due to some shows and you’d been missing him ever since. These last few days had been stressful and tiring and you didn’t have him to calm you down. But now that he’s hear, you felt like crying because you were so happy and you knew he was going to take care of you. You knew he doesn’t like seeing you overwork yourself.

You pull back from the his lips, breathing against his lips. You look up at his beautiful pale green eyes, seeing them stare down at you with adoration. He pecks your lips once more before pulling himself back to remove your own wet shirt from your body. He unbuttons your jeans and you lift your hips, holding his shoulders as he tugs down them down your legs along with your underwear. 

You jump down from the counter and put your hand on his waist that was still covered with his skin tight jeans. You unlatch his belt and pull down his jeans, bending down to get it past his knees. You feel him move your hair to one side as he unclasps your bra, your chest immediately feeling lighter. Once he’s removed from his jeans and you’re bra meets the floor, you both stand bare. 

He offers you a hand which you gladly take, slotting your fingers through his and bringing them up to your lips to kiss them. He turns his head to give you a smile for the gesture. He lets go of your hand, sitting in the tub first with his legs apart. He grabs your hand again, helping you sit between his legs.

You immediately groan, loving the feeling of the warm water against your skin. You feel your body start to relax as Harry wraps his arms underneath your breasts. You press your back against his chest as you shut your eyes and let your head rest on his shoulder, letting the water soak into your skin.

He presses his lips against your neck before sliding his hands up your body. He puts hands against your shoulders and dings his thumbs into your shoulder blades, undoing the knots in your back. You moan at the feeling, causing him to chuckle. 

“S’tha’ feel nice, pet?” He asks even though he already knows your answer from the sounds you’re making. 

“Mhm,” You hum. “I’m so glad you came. Already made my day a bit better.” You tell him, making him smile in happiness.

“Tha’s probably the nicest thing yeh’ve ever said t’ me,” He chuckles and you lightly elbow his stomach. 

He groans in exaggeration, “S’not even been an hour an’ yeh’re already abusin’ me.”

You snort, turning your head to kiss the scar beneath his chin, “You love the pain.” 

Harry smirks, “Sure do, baby.”

“Idiot,” You say but smile nonetheless.

After taking a bath and eating the nice dinner Harry made, you both snuggle up on the couch watching a show on Netflix. You’re curled up against his side, cocooned in a soft, warm blanket. He lays in front of you, allowing your back against the couch because he doesn’t want you to fall. You nestle your head on his chest while he massages your scalp with his hand while the other trails down your back. Every now and then, he presses a kiss to your face, sometimes your eyelid or your nose. You would smile at the gesture and kiss his jawbone, your hands tracing patterns on his chest. Your sock clad feet are tangled at the end of the couch. 

You feel his chest rumble when he laughs, causing you to smile and look up at him because you loved the sound of his laugh and it always brings an involuntary smile on your lips. You put your hand on the side of his face, turning his head to look at you. He looks at you with curious eyes, angling his head down to look a you, his small double chin making an appearance. You smile at him, leaning forward to kiss his soft lips. He grins against your lips as you tangle your hands in his hair.

You pull back slightly, mumbling against his lips, “Love you.”

He tightens his grip on your body, “Love yeh too.”

I hope you guys liked it! Possibly posting a smutty one later! Thanks for reading xx

Anonymous said: Do u do monty imagines bc i rly need more of him
Anonymous said: Please give me more monty i cant get enough

Author’s Note: Because some of you asked so nicely.. enjoy my attempt at Montgomery. Also, much thanks to @jayadoreee for creating ‘Dating Montgromery Includes’ headcanons that sparked the idea for this ;) One headcanon in particular had me laughing, but as I was listening to a couple of songs.. inspiration struck! So go listen to ’Gangsta’ and ’Crazy in Love’ to get a feel of the mood I was in when writing this XD

Originally posted by aboutgrey


Montgomery de la Cruz. There was a lot to be said about this bad boy, a lot to dislike about him as well, but given that he’s been your boyfriend for the last eight months.. well you mustn’t find him all that terrible.

But that wasn’t the case once upon a time. Once upon a time you sneered at his attempts to intimidate fellow students, told him to fuck off one too many times to count, and even shoved him off Alex once when they got into one of their monthly fist fights.

His cruelty lessened when he turned his sights on you and every time you went to tell him off, you found that your amusement would spike. He noticed it, too, if his attempts to get a rise out of you almost everyday were anything to go by. Every curse you spewed at him was then followed by a smile and roll of your eyes instead of a sneer, and you found that Monty had wormed his way beneath your skin without even realizing it until it was too late.

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Seeking Safety - Yondu Udonta x Reader - possibly NSFW

Pairing: Yondu Udonta x Reader

Word count: ~2,300

Summary: a lovely request I got from @rhyatt-deauxtreve  . They asked for a fic in which Reader is faced with having a stalker and turns to Yondu and his crew for help by asking him if she can pretend she’s with him for an evening. (I reworded your request for this summary as to not give too much away, ;)) Hopefully I got the request right - I wrote this fueled by my hated of fuckboys and men who don’t understand what no means.

Warnings: Language. Sexually suggestive content. Mentions of stalking and verbal sexual harassment.

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The Search (1/?)

-The Master-

Pairing: Loki x Reader., Tom Hiddleston x Reader, OC x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: This chapter is PURE SMUT and daddy kink 

Summary: Daddy issues with one mischevious fellow 

Notes: I really like this idea so I have two other written after that I was planning to have some suggestions sent in to have other ideas. -Anahi 

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Quickie. [Youngjae x reader M]

request by a swag anon :) a/n I do not think there is enough Youngjae smut. He is a fluff ball but he is also so hot (that bias wrecker) ~ JJ

summary: Youngjae introduced you to the GOT7 members a couple months ago and has been regretting ever since. All you do together now is hang out with all the members….but you haven’t had time for just Youngjae. Until tonight. 

Genre: smut - orgasm denial, begging, light bondage, Youngjae sub, reader dom etc…. you’ve been warned

words: 1490

You were planning another night out with the GOT7 members tonight and you were on the phone with Bambam sorting out details. “So are you still picking us up in 20 minutes?” you said. “We are leaving now so maybe more like 40.” “Okay see you soon.” You replied and then hung up. You noticed your boyfriend sulking slightly in the corner of the living room. You knew he has been upset ever since the two of you had been spending time with all the members instead of being alone. You watched as he played his video game and hunched his shoulders trying to focus. 

“Hey Sunshine? We still have time, they are going to be late. The boys just left now.” You said to him as you plopped down beside him on the couch. “Do you want to finish that episode of Descendants of the sun?” He paused the game and looked at you with raised eyebrows. “No, not really,” You said trailing your hands on his honey thighs. “What do you want to do?” You continue to inch your hands closer to his crotch. “I am liking your plan right now.” he whimpered as your hand hovered over his groin. “What do you mean? I’m not doing anything.” You say lustily. You both stare at each and He pulls your face into a kiss and your tongues meet fighting each other for dominance. You hadn’t done anything with each other in so long and your bodies were beginning to feel a craving for more. 

You shift yourself so that you straddle Youngjae’s lap and he starts to move his hands to your breasts. Your mouths crash back onto each other’s and in between breaths you manage to say “Shirt off.” and he immediately throws his t-shirt to the ground. You grind on his lap and can feel his erection even through his jeans. Youngjae pulls your shirt over your head and continues to caress your breasts with his delicate hands. For a moment you break from your kiss and get off his lap to take off your panties from under your skirt. You push Youngjae onto the couch and make him lie down and straddle him again. “God you’re so hot” He breathily moaned. 

“Finger me.” You whisper laying your body against his. You feel his long fingers make their way past your thighs and slip between your wet folds. The relief is bliss and you let out a moan, which is soon silenced by Youngjae’s mouth on yours. He rubs your nub with his thumb as his fingers worked in and out of you. You moaned “Oh Youngjae! Fuck.” You bit as his neck hard leaving purple marks as his finger motions caused you to bite harder, you could hear him let out satisfied groans. “I’m going to come!” Usually, it would take more than this but you could feel yourself melting under his touch and soon orgasm pierced your core and you yelped out in pleasure. You collapse your body weight onto him as he pulled his fingers from your entrance “Taste me, baby.” You say pushing his fingers into his own mouth watching him suck your wetness from them. 

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Charles Xavier x Reader Prompt

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Prompt: “You’re my nerd.”

Warning: smut! (I hope it’s ok i haven’t really done smut before!!!)

For: Anon


Originally posted by holy-cherik

“Y/n?” You hear your boyfriend Charles say as you rub your eyes.

“Hmmmmm?” You murmur, Charles chuckles.

“You fell asleep again darling,” he says shifting towards you on the couch, a stack of papers in his hand.

“Sorry, I just can’t stay awake for this new curriculum stuff.”

“That’s alright we can finish tomorrow,” he says tucking a piece of your h/c hair behind your ear.

“No no I can do this, where were we?”

“I was telling you about Hank’s proposal for the new science program. It’s really quite fascinating, he wants to add a technology unit featuring robotics and the workings of… Y/n? Y/n?”

“Sorry I’m awake now,” You said your eyes blinking open.

“We should do this tomorrow.”

“No no, you’re so excited about it,” You says forcing yourself awake.

“Yes but only because I’m nerdy about the curriculum, and you did not sign up for that,” He said and you laughed.

“I sure as hell did! You picked me up talking about the adjustments you were making to the English department.”

“Only because I knew you loved books,” he said smiling.

“So nosy,” you say teasingly “and besides you’re my nerd.” You say putting your hand around his neck.

“How’d I get so lucky?” He says chuckling.

“I guess I’m a sucker for nerds,” you shrug.

“Maybe because you are one too Professor Y/L/N,” Charles says teasingly and you laugh and press your forehead to his.

“You caught me,” you whisper and he kisses you deeply.

“How about we go to bed and we can cover the curriculum tomorrow?”

“Deal!” You say jumping off the couch and grabbing his chair.

“Besides then we can spend all day talking about it,” he says coyly shifting into his chair.

“You are incorrigible,” you respond laughing “but I’m not sure I’m that tired anymore.” You say as you flop into his lap. Charles smiles mischievously.

“I never said anything about going to sleep,” he says with a wink and kisses you deeply and roughly. You close your eyes and lean into him, grabbing the collar of his shirt. You can’t help but think this nerd is the sexiest man you have ever met. In fact, you might not even make it to the bedroom.

It seems he may have the same idea as he pulls your shirt over your head and kisses your chest. You gasp and melt into his touch. He unclips your bra and you undo his button down shirt, practically ripping it off him. His hands are undoing your pants and you fiddle with his belt. He pauses for a moment and smirks his eyes wandering your body. 

“Take them off for me darling,” and you smile and stand. You slowly slide your jeans off, and peel your underwear off making Charles smile and lick his lips.  You pull his pants off as well. His hands rest on your hips and pull you closer. You straddle him and he starts kissing your neck. You begin to ride him, he gasps before kissing your chest again. Your hands scratch at his back and pull at the tufts of your hair. You moan and feel the orgasm begin to rise. He tenses up and moans as the two of you climax. He squeezes your hips tighter and the two of you collapse. You rest your head on his shoulder, panting. He starts to laugh and you lift back up, smiling.

“What is it?”

“I think I should talk to you about curriculums more often.”

Minx || Jin

Pairing - Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre - Kind of Angst, fluff?

Warning - Sexual Tension

Summary - Jin can get really mad when he’s jealous. But you still push his buttons making him take a step further to get you to apologize.

Your laugh echoed throughout the room, as Namjoon told you what he was thinking about.

‘Would that really work though?’ You asked in between giggles, him nodding as his dimples dug deeper with a spreading smile. You smacked his arm playfully, ‘Ah, you’re such a tease, Namjoon-ah.’

He laughed, his head turning to you, 'It’s impossible not to tease, Noona.’ He winked, a hand coming to your mouth as you laughed again. Your eyes wandered the room, landing on the person whom you knew would be watching you.

Jin glared at you, his gaze slowly shifting to your hand that was resting on Namjoon’s thigh. A sly smirk that rested on your face, slowly turned into a sweet smile as Jin’s eyes came up to your face.

His face remained unchanged, staring at you intensely for a second longer before shifting his view to the game Taehyung and Jungkook were playing on the T.V.

'Namjoon,’ You whispered, 'He isn’t doing anything.’ You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, Namjoon looking at you with a reassuring smile.

'Don’t worry, Noona. It’ll happen. You didn’t react at all when he was with her, did you?’ He asked, you dragging your hand away as you thought about the day before yesterday.

'Hmm,’ You hummed, 'You’re right.’ You said, knowing there was also your fault in the current situation that hung in between you two. But knowing Jin, there was one last thing you could try which would definitely flip a switch in his head.

You leaned your head on Namjoon’s shoulder, your hand wrapping around his arm. You knew you were crossing all limits, but you really wanted Jin to know how he made you feel two days ago, or at least make sure he still cared.

You held in a breath, as you saw from your periphery vision, him getting up from the sofa, Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s bickering stopping instantly as Jin passed in front of them, fuming.

Namjoon began panicking a little, 'Y/N, let go. I’ll be in trouble too.’ He whispered hurriedly, and you let go, genuinely not wanting to cause any trouble for Namjoon or any misunderstanding between the two friends.

'Let’s go.’ Jin grumbled, grabbing your wrist, and leading you out the door, the grip getting harsher as you gave a last glance towards Namjoon, your eyes holding a promise to apologize to him later.

The ride home was cold, almost unbearabe as Jin’s jaw clenched and unclenched every time you spared him a glance. Okay, so maybe you did take it too far. In the wake of his anger, he had almost run a red light, scaring you.


'Don’t. I do not want to hear a word from your mouth right now.’ He spat, with a sharp steer of the wheel following his words. You shut your mouth, your heart beat picking up pace at his tone.

The moment he pulled the car up the driveway, he got out, you freezing in your spot for a moment to catch a breath, before following him into the house.

'Jin, I’m really sorry-’

'Sorry?’ He turned around, flashing you angry eyes, your own eyes widening before shifting down, to look at the ground as you felt shame and guilt flood your system.

'Sorry.’ He repeated, a sarcastic laugh breaking through the silence that set, him clenching his palms into tight fists. You fiddled with your fingers, unable to bring your head up to look at him.

You heard footsteps padding towards you. And with every step that he got closer to you, your heart shot out of your chest the same number of times. You saw his feet as he stood in front of you in close proximity, his breath fanning your crown as you were still looking at your feet.

'Look at me.’ He ordered, and you instantly obeyed, your eyes meeting his.

'How would you explain yourself, huh, Y/N? You think what you did was acceptable behavior?’ His voice stayed low and leveled, as he watched you blink.

You wanted to open your mouth, tell him that it was exactly what he did to the 'friend’ he had met then. But, all that courage which you had mustered up back in the dorm, had all gone flying out the window.

'No.’ You said, a bubble of anger inflating in your chest alongside one of fear.

'Then why did you do it?’ That simple question was enough for you to let go of the leash he had you tied to.

'Right, so if I get touchy with Namjoon, it’s a big deal for you. And you flirting with that girl was absolutely no problem, wasn’t it?’ You accused him shamelessly, your hands now turning into fists. His eyes held a certain emotion which you couldn’t particularly decipher, but you knew you were practically begging for trouble.

'I was not flirting with that girl, Y/N. How many fucking times do I have to- Hold on, is that why you were being that comfortable with Namjoon?’ His eyes widened, his lip curling into a smirk before he let out a breathy laugh, when you didn’t respond.

'I can not fucking believe this. Are you that god damn childish?’ He raised his voice and you flinched slightly, but you kept your eyes on him.

You shook your head, 'It’s not childish! If you were me, you would do the same thing!’ Your breath was knocked out of your lungs as Jin sandwiched you between him and the back of the couch you were standing in front of.

'I would never,’ He ran a hand down the length of your hand before resting by your hip and raising you up, sitting you on the head of the couch, 'even think,’ he pulled you closer so his body was flushed against yours, his eyes hazy and clouded as you looked into them, 'of doing such a thing like what you did.’ He said through gritted teeth before he grinded himself slowly against you, you trying your best not to give in.

'Fine.’ You said after few excruciatingly sensual moments, 'You’re right. I shouldn’t have done what I did.’ You closed your eyes for a brief moment, as his bulge rubbed against the fabric that clothed your clit.

'Apologize.’ His husky voice rang in your ear, as he pressed himself harder against you.


'You’re such a minx, do you know that, Y/N?.’ He smirked before moving away, giving you a final look and leaving the room and into your bedroom, you sitting on the couch with a frustrated knot in your stomach.

'Fucking asshole.’

Originally posted by yo-seokjin

And darling I will be loving you ('til we're 70)

July 22: Nurseydex week Day 7 – future

In theory, Dex should be used to wearing suits by now, working a Real Adult job and all, but he’s fairly certain neckties have never been this uncomfortable before. It’s too tight, but he doesn’t want to loosen it because Nursey did it for him before he left the house, and that means it must look good the way it is.

“Good luck with the meeting,” Nursey had said, pressing a kiss to the underside of Dex’s neck as he smoothed his collar down. “You’re gonna do great, I know it.”

“Thanks,” Dex was fidgeting, nervous as all hell and totally unable to control it. “Hey,” Nurse said after a moment, his voice gentle. “You’re never this worried before dinner meetings. What’s going on?”

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Misunderstandings || Daveed Diggs Imagine

Note: Hi everyone! So I know this is out of my football imagine line but it has to do with my other obsession aka Hamilton aka Daveed Diggs. I hope you like it!

Warning:Swearing, but if you have heard Clpping, you should be used to it.

Anyone that has seen or heard of the Hamilton musical dreams of being part of the cast members, at least you did. Thankfully, you were part of it. Part of an amazing cast who cared so much for each other and were absolutely perfect. You were part of the Ensemble, but with the privilege of being able to fill in for any of the girls because you knew all the songs by heart and knew the script as well. You loved your job, who wouldn’t? Maybe it got tiring, but you still had fun and didn’t let that show, ever, until you were home.

“You haven’t met her, you haven’t had the chance” you hear Leslie sing as he recorded with his phone for social media. “You have seen her in the show, the one who can play Hamilton by herself, Y/N” he drew out your name. You were fixing your hair so you look at him through the mirror.

“You are the worst, Burr” you say in a French accent and both of you laugh as you turn around.

“Hey” he greets, kissing your cheek after he stopped recording.

“Your coffee is over there” you nod your head at the couch and he grins.

“Reason why I love you.”

“Les, have you seen- Hey” Daveed greets making you grin. So maybe you had a crush on him and the others have said it was mutual. The way his breath got caught whenever he saw you was what made them all realize such thing, but you didn’t notice it at all. Yes you guys flirted a bit too seriously sometimes but it was teasingly, or so you believed.

“Hi” you say, and right there and then you hear Alexander’s voice, being Lin’s, saying the word in Take a Break.

“I was looking for you” he starts. Leslie, in the meantime is sipping on his coffee on the couch, looking between the two of you.

“What do you need?”

He looks at Leslie briefly and then his hues turn to you. “I was wondering if-”

“Y/N, we need a big favor” Lin says as he bursts into the room making your eyes widen slightly, snapping away from the Daveed daydreaming you were in.

“Sure. What’s wrong?”

“Jas has a sore throat and won’t be able to join us. Do you think you can fill in for her?”

“Of course. I just need to get the dresses, I’ll rush now.”

“Thank you, I owe you.” Lin blows you a kiss with both hands before he leaves. You turn to the guys, Leslie is grinning up at you while Daveed…doesn’t look very happy.

“You were saying?” You ask him.

“Nothing. It can wait. I’ll see you later.” And with that he walks away making you raise an eye brow.

“What was that?”

“It’s called ‘I wish I were Alexander in 'Say No To This’ if you get to be Maria. Also known as, a hint of envy with jealousy” Leslie answers and you face him.

“No way. Stop saying that. He probably forgot or regretted whatever he was going to say…” You frown but you still wonder what Diggs wanted to say deep down.

“There’s trouble in the air, you can smell it” he sings as he starts walking out of your room.

“I guess I’ll never be freed from references to the songs, huh?” You ask before you head out as well to get the wardrobe necessary for Peggy and Maria.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You have played small dialogues like the girls in The Election of 1800, but to sing a whole song was a big honor and a big responsibility. But then, if Lin didn’t trust you could do it, he wouldn’t have asked you to get the part for today.

You fixed your dress for Peggy and walked out of the room, closing the door behind you. Everyone was rushing, as usual, and Groff was joking with Lin, still not in his costume, as usual.

“Y/N” you hear Daveed’s voice say behind you and your heart skips a beat. Your cheeks flush a soft pink as you turn to face him. “You okay?” He looked absolutely stunning with his hair pulled back in his bun and the soldier uniform…

“Uh, yeah, I am. Why?”

“You look nervous” he says with a smirk.

“I feel like I won’t be able to pull Peggy, right. I know everything but what if-”

“Hey. Lin trusts you, you will do fine. I believe in you. Just relax” he says, his thumb stroking your jawline and you feel the warmth radiating from it, you have to stop yourself from leaning into it. You were a hundred percent sure you were blushing.

“Thank you. That means a lot” you smile at him and he smiles back. Your gaze moves to look at his lips for a moment before looking back into his eyes, noticing he was doing the same gesture.

“Places!” A staff member shouts and breaks the moment between the two of you.

“We should probably…”

“Yeah” he agrees, his hand dropping before he walks away.

“Helpless” Pippa and Renee draw out before they lock their arms around yours to lead you to your place.

“I am not…” You groan and they laugh.

The first act went great, you acted as innocent as you could master, as well as a bit childish, when The Schuyler Sisters song came up. Then you have the moment during the wedding where you walked down with Daveed which made your heart beat quite fast the entire moment.

“Still nervous I see” he says as you two walk down and you tighten your grip around his arm as a sign for him to shut up, making him smile.

Then the boys did their little dance in Story of Tonight Reprise and you couldn’t help but laugh at their failed attempts. Oak tried and at least succeeded somewhat. Anthony did his pelvic trust and laughed as always. Meanwhile Diggs…Was being Diggs, incapable of doing simple moves. It was hilarious to see that scene, especially Lin not being able to hold back his amusement and chuckle at the three all the time.

The break was up, and you went to place Peggy’s dress back in place and took Maria’s. You had to change your make up to be the seductive Maria Reynolds instead of the innocent, little Peggy. You were dressed now, applying the red lipstick before moving to work on your eye liner. There’s a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

“Just wanted to drop by to say that you looked amazing and did well” Lin says and you smile at him through the mirror.

“Thank you, and thank you for trusting me to fill the role for today.”

“Might not be for just today if that’s what you want” he says with a chuckle and your eyes widen. “Eventually we will all leave, but if you want to stay and have a bigger role, you know all you have to do is ask” he says and places his hands on your shoulders as he looks at you through the mirror.

“Lin, I would love to, but…”

“Think about it, you got plenty of time. We aren’t leaving just yet. I’d like to keep you” he says with a chuckle and pats your shoulders. “I’ll see you soon” he says, winking at you before he walks out. Then, seconds after, Anthony walks in.

“Can you help me push this in? I hate this” he says pointing at the ruffled piece of clothing on the front of his shirt just under his neck for his Philip role.

“You got frustrated?”

“I seriously don’t know what happened today that I couldn’t do it on my own. I’m a mess.”

“Hot mess” you tease and Anthony chuckles as you fix the piece. His eyes are looking at you and you try not to blush. It was a habit whenever someone looked at you for too long.

“Red suits you” he says and you look up at him.

“Thanks, I know” you joke and you both smirk. “There, that should do it.” You say as you step away from him.

“Thank you, beautiful. I’ll let you get finish, sorry to bother you.”

“Its fine, Ant. Don’t apologize” you both nod and you turn around to finish working on your make up.

Your cue is given and Leslie, Lin, and yourself get to your places. You walk as Leslie begins with the introduction to the song while Lin is writing. You can spot Oak, Anthony and Daveed looking at you from the side of the curtains so you shift your gaze to somewhere else.




You move around the stage accordingly. You totally have forgotten until the part of the song came when you had to kiss Lin. Your heart was beating out of control as you stand in your place and then you are rushing towards Lin, his head ducks a little so he is able to meet your lips. His soft lips caught yours and they move against yours slowly but with a hint of passion that you had to admit made your heart skip a beat. His hands were on your hips, and you feel the tiniest squeeze on your waist. This wasn’t how you thought kissing Lin would go, if it ever were to happen outside of the musical.

The rest of the song continues, and soon enough your hands are holding Lin’s as they travel down his chest as you stand from behind. You sit on his leg once he takes his spot on the chair and his hand moves along your thigh and up your body, head moving so your lips are a few inches away from each other. You can spot for a moment Daveed looking away and you wonder for a second if what Leslie meant was true.

The song is over and you rush away out of the stage to wait for your next cue in The Reynolds Pamphlet.

“That was amazing!” Pippa says happily as she hugs you.

“Do you think so? I got so into character I forgot…” you admit with a smirk.

“You did great. Everyone loved it” Renee assures you and you smile rather shyly, nodding your head in acknowledgement.

You watch as the others continue the act. It would be hard to meet with Daveed after your performance because he was on the other end of the stage waiting for his cue for the rest of the songs. You couldn’t help laughing at his movements as The Reynolds Pamphlet started, sitting on the desk, moving sideways, shuffling, throwing the papers, it was hilarious. There wasn’t a better cast in Broadway than this one, you were sure of that. You did your part of reading the piece of paper as they mention Maria Reynolds before you are off to hide again.

The show is done and everyone comes out and you all bow at the crowd, Lin and the others stepping back as they clap and they leave you in the front.

“Special thanks to Y/N, who covered for Jasmine as she was sick tonight” Lin says and another round of applause goes off and you bow again, cheeks a bright red and take a step back with a grin and the curtains close.

“Great job everyone! Thank you for being part of this” Lin says as he claps a few times at the others, being his encouraging self as always.

“Well done, Y/N, that was great” Oak says and you grin, instantly going to hug him. He was so huggable, like a personal teddy bear.

“Thank you, Oak. That means a lot to me” You say before you both pull away.

“Any plans for tonight?”

“Not really. Might as well go home and rest, why?”

“No reason, I might do the same.” He says and you both nod your heads before you part your ways to get rid of the dress and place it where it belonged. Everyone had come to congratulate and thank you for the performance, except Daveed.

“Les, have you seen Daveed?” You ask your friend out of curiosity.

“Not after the show ended, must be in his dressing room. Why?”

“Just wanted to know…He hasn’t told me what he wanted earlier.”

“Don’t think he will come to you right now” he blurts and you eye him, your face probably asking why since he spoke again. “He didn’t seem very happy about Lin’s hands all over you.”

“He knows it’s just an act.”

“When you are jealous, nothing is” Leslie points out and you frown.

“Should I go talk to him?”

“You absolutely should.” He says with a nod. Leslie knew what was up, besides the others, because he knew from the beginning. Stealing glances, the closeness, the teasing, the almost constant flirting. Leslie played a part in this story.

You rush to get the heavy makeup off your face and get dressed before heading to Daveed’s room. You knock on the door and Ant opens it, Oak at the end of the room, but no Daveed.

“Have you seen Daveed?” You ask as you frown.

“He left, he has a performance down in Brooklyn in an hour or so” Oak answers. “I thought he was going to tell you.”

“I think he tried, but then I was told about my role and had to rush things” you explain.

“And he was mad earlier so…” Ant says and instantly regrets it as you eye him.

“Ant…” You say in a warning tone.

“He…You know what’s up, don’t make me say it, please, he’d kill me.”

“Know what’s up?”

Ant and Oak exchange a look and you look at them curiously. “Daveed was going to tell you two things tonight, but the first one was asking you to go to his performance” Oak explains. “He…He got somewhat jealous about the whole performance, mainly the kiss” he says.

“He knows it’s just an act, but he couldn’t really let it go because he thinks there is something between you and Lin.” Ant says.

“Wait, what? Just because-”

“He heard you two talk before and it’s just a big mess. Just try talking with him, he is acting like a kid” Anthony says as he waves his hands around.

“I…Where exactly?”

Anthony and Oak decided to take you to the place Daveed would be performing. The place was crowded already.

“You think you can find him?” Oak asks as he looks around the place and then at you.

“I think so; I just need to get to the front of the stage. If he wants to acknowledge me, he will. If not I’ll try to sneak backstage. He can’t ignore me forever.”

“You have our phones, we are going home, let us know if you need anything.” Oak says and you smile.

“Thank you, both of you.” You say and hug them both before you wave goodbye at them. As soon as they leave, you start making your way forward until you are a few feet away from the stage.

It only takes a couple of minutes before the beat starts, your heart starts beating wildly. You have never seen Daveed perform before, but you did know of his music, something that not many people knew about you. You hear a couple of girls screaming and shouting that takes you away from your reverie and that’s when you spot Daveed.

His ripped jeans hung low on his hips and his tank top showed those arms that you always saw covered by his uniform or his hoodies. Your eyes wouldn’t tear away from his entire being. He looked different; he looked stunning and hot, obviously. He had started singing and you stare at him as if he were the most handsome person you have seen. A person who apparently liked you back, that got jealous for little things that were an act, someone who made you feel better when you were nervous.

At some point you start singing, rapping at the same speed as him. You had learned the lyrics after many failures and tripping over the words. You had to admit it was a big talent to rap like that naturally.

Get Up started to play next, still admiring Daveed doing what he loved the most. The way his hand moved as he rapped, the way his body just moved accordingly and his curls bouncing every time he moved had you grinning like a little kid. When the female part comes up, which he does not sing obviously, Daveed meets your gaze and you nod your head at him, but you get a smirk and nothing else because he moves to the other corner of the stage. Was he really going to ignore you? A wave or something to acknowledge you would’ve done it, right? As the final verses come, you move your way to the DJ, smiling at him. “Hey, do you have a second mic?”

“Uh, yeah? Why?” The guy questions, eyeing you curiously and so does the guard.

“I want to surprise him. I work with him on Hamilton. Part of the Ensemble” you say, hoping you gave enough information for them to stop looking at you weirdly.

“Oh, yeah. I recognize your face” he says and bends down to get the microphone. “Here you go” he says.

You look at the stage as you take the mic and turn it on as you heard Daveed speaking. “I’ve been doing this musical this whole time and I’m soft as fuck” he says, making you and the crowd laugh before he continues.

“Hey, do you know which song is next?”

“Let’s see…” he pauses as he stares at the computer screen. “Body and Blood” he says and you grin. “Think you can sing that?” He questions and it makes your grin widen.

“I’ll show you” you say and walk up to the stairs where the guard is. He steps to the side with a smile which you return and stay behind until the song starts. You use the instrumental seconds to think when you should step in and as soon as he starts, you know.

The first verses come up, you sing them to yourself before your planned stepped in gets close.

She might let you fuck but she wants…” and there you step in.

Body and Blood” You sing as you join him, stepping into the front of the stage.

Daveed’s eyes widen as he looks at you surprised and shocked and you can’t help but grin, the crowd cheering.

The song goes on and you step in in certain verses which he would let you sing to test that you did knew the lyrics. He looks at the crowd with wide eyes and then turns to you as you sing your favorite part of the song, tweaking it so you it is sang by your perspective.

I got my own home, I got my own set of power tools
My own unmarked van, plan meticulously laid out
And splayed on the walls, all scrawled on dated Polaroids of severed heads plated
I got vials of ketamine, rohypnol, and promethazine, blunts with amphetamines
And whatever your pleasure be, medically, I be readily
Providing the blast sometimes to dine with the finest of wines
Try and you’ll find cut glass to get you cut fast without cuttin’
I got a diamond tattoo on my upper thigh
Another fineness walks by and cuts eyes. ”

And from there Daveed continued as you catch your breath. Soon, the song had come to an end and the crowd starts cheering at both of you. “Give it up for, Y/N!” He shouts and the applauses go off. He gives you a side hug before letting go rather too quickly for your own liking.

You step down out of the stage but stay backstage since the show was almost over.

“That was awesome! Not many girls rap at that speed” the DJ says and you grin as you return the mic.

“Thanks. Took some good days of listening to the song and tripping over my words.” You giggle.

Seconds after, Diggs is saying his goodbyes before he turns to leave. You make sure you are standing somewhere where he can’t ignore your presence.

“Still here?” He asks as he walks down the stairs, not looking at you as he keeps walking, so you follow.

“Daveed we need to talk.” You say as you trail behind him. “There is nothing-”

“Between you and Lin? Doubt it after today” he says once he gets into his backstage room.

“You know it’s an act, Diggs. You know better than that” you say and let out a huff.

“That Lin wants to keep you?” He asks and you give him a questioning expression. “I heard him saying that and after that performance I noticed what he meant” he pulls his hoodie on.

“Can you let me explain?”

“Nothing to explain, Y/N-”

“Damn it, Daveed” you tug on his hoodie sleeve and push him slightly against the wall. “Is it not obvious or are you blind?!”

“I’m not blind at all, I saw everything. First row. He wants to keep you and he made sure we all noticed.”

You smirk and pull away, “Daveed, he said that to me so I can stay as Maria” you say and his hard expression turns into one of confusion.

“Wait, what?”

“Oh so now you want to listen to me? Be happy with those news” You say and eye him one last time before you turn to leave, hoping he’d want to ask more.

Heading to the door, Daveed gets in front of you quickly, making you take a step backwards. “Y/N, what’s going on? I need to know” he was concerned now and you grin to yourself.

“Do you want to talk here or you want to go for a walk?”

“Give me a sec” he says and you nod your head, walking out of the room.

You two walked out of club, staying silent for a few moments before he asked if you had eaten anything which you haven’t. You had rushed to get here with the other boys to meet Daveed here, but you didn’t admit that to him, you wanted to get over the conversation quickly and stopping to eat it would make things more awkward.

“I didn’t know you knew my songs” he breaks the silence, you don’t look at him, but you know there is a faint smile on his lips.

“I know most of them, still catching up” you admit with a smirk.

“Didn’t know you could also sing them, I have to admit I’m impressed.”

“I said so much nonsense the first times even with the lyrics on” you laugh, “I would run out of breath or just look into the lyrics hoping there’d be a verse I could step in and continue singing” you admit.

“You did well tonight. It was a good surprise after all…All of it” he is looking at you and you look at him, your head nods for a moment before you look away to hide your blush as you two walked.

After another minute of walking in silence, he decides to speak. “So?” He questions and you frown. He still sounded so angry at you, or was it you being paranoid? But you knew what he was questioning.

“What you heard was when Lin was telling me I could stay as Maria if I wanted. Like an upgrade” you explain. He looks at you strangely and you add quickly, “That’s why he said he wanted to keep me. I guess he means that he wants someone to stick around longer in the show to guide the others” you say and look at him before you notice you are reaching the Brooklyn Bridge.

“Would you?” Daveed asks, not looking at you.

“I’m not sure…It depends…”

“Depends on Lin’s approval to kiss other boys?”

“Daveed, that was an act, you know that. You kissed Jas once and I never said anything” so maybe you let out more than you should have. Why would you have said something?

He finally looks at you, his eyes showing confusion behind his cute nerd glasses, “Said something?” He questions and you groan internally.

“You know what I mean, but it was all an act” you repeat. “Lin is my best friend, we are close, and I guess that’s why the kiss was like it was and the whole thing.” You add after a few seconds, “We have chemistry, but not like that” you say rather quickly.

“Mhm” he hums and you stop in your tracks, arms crossing against your chest as he turns around, raising an eye brow and looking to the side. “What?” He asks before looking back at you.

“Why dont you believe it? Or believe me?” You ask. “Why can everyone else see it except you?”

“See what?” He asks, his tone exasperated.

“Oh my God” you groan and take a step forward. “I have talked too much, so why don’t you tell me what was wrong with you? You were supposed to invite me here, right? But as soon as I accepted the role you left. Why?”

He almost scoffs to the side, avoiding your gaze before he leans on the rail once you had reached the beginning of the bridge. You could see New York in all its glory. The shiny lights lighting up the whole city. From where you were, in the distance, you could spot the Statue of Liberty. It was a beautiful sight…A beautiful sight to try to push words out from Daveed.

Daveed hesitates, his expression was neutral and he speaks then, “What do you want me to say? That I am jealous?” He asks and the words make your heart skip for a moment. “I was going to ask you to come with me, but as soon as Lin walked in and you agreed I don’t know what happened” he started. “I am very aware that it was all an act, but then I remembered he said he wanted to keep you, and my mind played against me and all sort of things came to my mind I didn’t know how else to react” he was still not looking at you, but out to the river.

“So you were jealous?” You say, hiding a smirk as you lean against the rail besides him. “There is no reason for you to be” you pause, take a breath, and speak, “I like you, Daveed. Pretty sure everyone knows but you” you say and he looks at you from his spot, his curls moving with the small wind.

“Do you?”

You have to roll your eyes at that and you reach to punch his arm playfully, “I swear you are trying to be stupid right now, Diggs. Do you think that if I didn’t I would’ve come all this way to clear things up? Go up stage and sing with you with the fear I’d trip over all the words?” You ask and he chuckles.

“True. You were still damn good” he says and you smile to yourself. For a moment you both stare at the city, you see him move and he goes behind you, arms snaking around your waist, his body warmth making you shiver and you let him pull you close to his chest. “I’m sorry I acted like a jerk today” he whispers into your ear and you hold back a shiver. His voice had changed completely as he spoke to you now, “I guess I was jealous that someone else I knew got to kiss you before I did” he breathes and your eyes flutter close. He was probably aware now of the effect he had on you.

“That isn’t anyone’s fault except yours” you say with a small smirk and he joins.

He turns you around by the waist, your hands moving to settle on his hips. Chocolate hues stare into yours and you feel your cheeks hot. “I can fix that…” he says and one hand moves to rest on your cheek, in the loving assuring way he did today at the theater. This time, you do lean against his big hand and he smiles before he bends down to press his plump lips against yours.

Your breath gets caught on your throat, your body tensing at the new feeling before you give in. Soft lips parted yours and you let out a small sigh of relief that it finally happened. Your lips matched his movements, slow and soft, resting the urge to bite on his lip. His posture shifts, hands moving to the small of your back and pushing you into his body which you were more than happy to obey. The hand on your cheek has started to stroke your jawline and it made you weak on the knees. If it weren’t because he was holding you, you might have slipped.

He pulls away first after a few more seconds, but as he does, he leans one more time to kiss you for a mere second, pecks your lips again and then pulls away. You slowly open your eyes but you can feel his eyes looking at you and your reaction. “Just like I imagined” you breathe out and he chuckles.

“So I wasn’t the only one imagining this moment?”

“Nah” you shake your head playfully and he laughs before kissing your forehead.

“Y/N…” he whispers.


“Would you go on a date with me?”

“Of course” you say with a grin before leaning in to kiss his lips, a soft peck, your lips lingering there for a moment before you hug him, his strong arms going around your frame and holding you close as if he’d never want to let go of you again.

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💙 with Suga...☺️


“YOONGI! YOONGI COME EAT!” I yell as I pour noodles into a bowl and I walk into the front room to watch TV. I hear a groan and I get up going into my shared room. 

“Yoongi-ah get your ass up now!” I whine grabbing the little fur ball by his tail. 

Yoongi pokes his messy bed head up his black ears resting against his head as his black tail sways back and forth. 

“Are you going to sleep your life away?” I ask him as I brace my hands on my hips. He rubs his eyes as he stands up slowly his tank top falling down and his baller shorts unbunching. 

“Don’t be mad at me. You know how hard it is to control my body?” Suga asks me placing a kiss on my lips as he grabs my hand walking me to the front room with him. 

I found Yoongi a few months ago. He was sitting behind the trash can on a rainy night looking for food. I brought him home and kept him with me and he seemed strange. I thought his tail and ears were fake until I pulled on them. Scared the little thing half to death he wouldn’t come near me for a week. 

He has been a great help though. He cleans up when I’m at work and he is always a great cuddler. I love when his warm blooded body is pressed against me as I play in his ears or stroke his tail. His purrs ripping from his throat as he sits there in content. 

“—?” Yoongi asks me and I open my eyes wide realizing I had been dreaming. 

“H-huh?” I ask him as he stares at me. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asks me tickling my nose with his tail making me blush as he eats his food his ears flexing in delight. 

“About when we met. And how happy you’ve made me.” I say scratching the back of my head blushing softly. He smirks at me putting his bowl down as he climbs in my lap placing his hands on my chest as his wags his tail back and forth. 

“You love me?” He asks softly licking my cheek. 

“Of course I do. If I didn’t you wouldn’t be living here. I would’ve given you away.” I say pecking his lips softly. 

“Your the best owner I’ve ever had.” He says as I stroke his cheek. 

“But I’m more then that Yoongi. I’m your girlfriend.” I say with a pout and he kisses my lips. 

“I know and hopefully one day you will be my wife.” He says smiling at me as he gets off my lap finishing his noodles. 

“Do you think you would be able to face those people looking the way you do?” I ask him with a hint of worry in my voice. 

“I don’t care what the other think as long as I am with you.” He says making my heart flutter as I stare at him in awe. 

“I’m so lucky to have you.” I say softly and he giggles. 

“Your stealing my lines.” He says laughing at me. 

When he finishes his noodles he cleans up the dishes before he comes and snuggles beside me as we turn on a romantic film and I let him lay on my chest as both of us look at the screen his legs between mine as the cover drape across our body.

I start to play with his ears scratching behind them softly and I feel his tail starting to move the covers as he gets excited. I start to hear purrs fall from his chest rumbling against mine. I kiss the top of his head softly as he falls into a soft snore. 

“I’ll never find no one as good as you.” He says twisting his face to kiss my lips and I laugh kissing him back. 

“Now whose stealing my lines?” I ask him and he giggles with a hum before he drifts off to sleep on my chest.

Choosing Him (One-Shot)

Title: Choosing Him (one-shot)
Pairing: Steve x reader, Tony x reader
Word Count: 1911
Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Sad Tony. Sad Steve. Sad Reader. Light smut. Set after CA:CW, let’s just pretend Sharon Carter is just a friend.

Originally posted by lehnsherr-stark

You would think that you would be prepared for anything. Being an Avenger, living on the compound, and working with these people would have prepared you for what was happening. But it didn’t. Nothing could have.

The team fell apart and not just a little bit. Completely. Sitting in the common room, you hear Tony putter around in his lab and Vision walking around aimlessly. Steve is gone. Wanda, Sam, Clint, Nat, and Bruce. All gone. Steve was the only one who communicated anymore, but that was only on whatever cell phone he had taken time to mail to you and call you on once in a blue moon. Last you heard from him, he was hiding out but wouldn’t tell you where.

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Request: Hi again!! I need more Jack Lowden and your writing! Can you do something where he’s drunk and giggly and kinda hands and you have to make sure he gets in bed. Thank you!


Usually every Friday night you and your boyfriend would go out with a bunch of your friends and have a good time.

This Friday night however you had decided to stay home, the masters thesis you were working on seemed a little more important.

Jack had wanted to stay home with you, but you convinced him to go out and have fun. Plus, having a quiet apartment to yourself all evening definitely helped with your work.

It was two in the morning when you finally gave up on writing for the night. You’d just gotten out of the shower when a knock on your front door started. Pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt, you headed for the door.

Pulling it open you were faced with a very drunk Jack and one of your friends.

“He’s completely guttered.” Your friend spoke, drawing Jack’s attention to you.

“Blimey! Ye look just like me girlfrien’!” A giggling Jack spoke, poking your cheek. You glanced at your friend in surprise, but he just shrugged.

“He got into tha whiskey.” He told you, and then you suddenly understood. Jack could not hold whiskey to save his life.

“Come on Jack, let’s get ye to bed.” You said, attempting to pull him into the apartment.

“No! I’m not goin’ to bed with ye. I have a girlfrien’!” He resisted, stumbling backwards. Your friend grabbed him, sending you an apologetic smile.

“Jack, I am yer girlfrien’.” You explained,m with a small smile on your face, causing his eyes to light up like a little kid in a candy shop.

“Y/N!” He shouted, attacking you in a hug. “Some girl was tryin’ to get me to go to bed with her, do ye believe it?! But I told her aboot ye and she left.” He told you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You couldn’t help but laugh slightly at his antics.

“Do ye need some help gettin’ him upstairs?” You friend asked, glancing at the mumbling form of your boyfriend.

“No, I’ve got ‘im. Ye head on home, thanks fer bringin’ him back.” You told him, shutting the door once he left. “Come on love, let’s get ye up to bed.” You pulled away from him, wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him steady.

“Aye! Are ye tryin’ to seduce me young lassie?” Jack asked, staring down at you as you walked him to the stairs. “Because I’ll be happy to have sex with ye tonigh’.”

“Not tonigh’ Jack, you’re drunk.” You told him, hiding a grin with your other hand.

“No I’m not! I can walk on me own, see?” He pulled away from you, attempting to walk up the stairs on his own. He quickly fell, catching himself on the railing. You rolled your eyes at him, laughing as you tried to help him up. “Wha did ye push me ov'r fer?” He asked, sending you an mock accusing look.

“I didn’ push ye ov'r Jack, ye fell.” You told him, helping him stand up. You slowly made your way up the stairs with him, taking each step one at a time.

“I know wha yer tryin’ to do. Ye don’ want to wait until we get to tha bed, Ye want me righ’ on tha stairs.” He winked, trying to kiss you.

“Jack, sweetheart, please just let me get ye upstairs.” You said, dodging his lips. He pouted, but let you pull him the rest of the way.

Once you made it into the bedroom, his lips were suddenly attacking your neck, hands moving over your hips and grabbing your butt.

“Jack!” You squeaked in surprise, jumping away from your handsy boyfriend.

“Why can’ I touch me own lassie?” Jack whined, attempting to grab you again.

“How about we make a deal?” You bargained, placing your hands over his arms to restrain him slightly. “If ye go to bed now, we’ll have sex when ye wake up tomorrow.”

“But I’m not sleepy!” He complained, heading towards the bed nonetheless. “I want ye now.”

“In the mornin’, I promise.” You told him, sitting him on the bed and pulling off his clothes so you could put something more comfortable on him.

“Yer words say one thin’, but yer actions say another.” He teased, grabbing one of your hands and pulling you onto his now naked lap as you yelped in surprise.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders slightly as you steadied yourself, causing him to react. His teeth started nibbling against your ear, hips grinding against yours.

An involuntary groan left your mouth, causing him to smile. You stopped him as soon as his hands began to pull at your shirt, climbing off his lap and trying to compose yourself.

“Bloody hell.” You muttered, running a hand through your hair. “I never knew me boyfrien’ was a horny drunk.”

“Only fer ye baby.” He grinned, his voice lower than usual. You rolled your eyes, reaching for a pair of his shorts and pulling them on for him.

“I’m serious Jack. Ye need to get some sleep, alrigh’?” You told him, pushing him back into the bed so he was lying down.

“But sex in tha mornin’?” He wiggled his eyebrows, turning on his side so he could watch you better.

“Jesus Christ, yes Jack!” You cried in exasperation, turning away from your boyfriend to change your sweatpants into shorts.

When you turned back a few moments later, Jack was already knocked out as he cuddled your pillow.

“Not tired my ass.”

The Best Birthday - William Nylander Smut


Willy nylander birthday smut ???? 🤘🏽🤘🏽your an awesome writer

Can you do a smutty birthday one with William nylander in honour on his 21st birthday today :):):)

So, I’m back again once more and it’s with smut… Again? Anyway that’s fine everything’s fine and cool. Cool and fine… Anyway, I hope you like this guys I love you all and I’m back for good this time I promise! (Also warning I wrote half of this stoned so good luck) -Accius

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Private School

-Highschool au where frank asks you to ride his face as you are the ‘good girl’ when he sneaks up into your room one night. Your parents are in the house though thinking you’re studying.
-Punk frank!
-Can you do punk Frank smut where you guys aren’t suppose to be dating and he sneaks in while your home alone and it leads to like him being dominant smut :) (you’re really good at writing tbh)

Alright, so I totally mushed about three prompts into this, simply because the ideas are all pretty similar/ connected. Obviously once you read this, the fic follows the first prompt listed more closely, but I thought seeing as they all tied in nicely it would be best to put them in here, rather than write two separate fics that are almost identical.

ANYWAYS, like always I hope you chickadees enjoy! :)

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, cheeky punks… that’s about it.

Looking up from your textbook, you sighed before taking a sip from your bottle. It feels like you’ve been reading for hours, but from what the blaring red digits of your clock noted, it had only been about twenty minutes. Normally, it isn’t this bad, you’ve always been pretty studious and even used to enjoy doing homework. But it’s Friday, and seeing as you had to cancel your plans last minute, your dread from missing out was making things nearly unbearable.

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