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Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Imagine: Savior

Summary: Peter saves you when Flash begins to get a little bit too handsy

Requested: Yes
–> “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” And “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” combined into one with Peter Parker please? Btw I love your writing!

A/N: fucking pissed cause tumblr deleted all of this and so now I’m writing it again

Warnings: none

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To say that Peter Parker had a crush on you was a complete understatement. The boy was head over heels in love with you. He thought he had it bad with Liz, but with you it was a whole other level. In fact, his infatuation with you was the sole reason he dragged Ned to this party with him.

Peter had over heard some fellow classmates talking in the hallway about how Flash was planning on asking you out tonight. And Peter simply couldn’t just stand by and let that happen.

His soft brown eyes scanned over the crowds of people hoping to find the one angel that stood out above all of them, but to his dismay all he saw were strangers.

Apparently Flash has many friends from other schools cause Peter only knew a handful of the kids that he could see.

“Do you see her anywhere, Ned?”

“No. Maybe we should split up. Cover more ground, you know?”

“Yeah, good idea.”

Ned headed off in one direction, and Peter in the other. Peter wondered off through the different crowds of people searching for the girl of his dreams.

He said a few hellos to some people he knew from the robotics club, the school band and the academic decathlon team.

He was just about to give up on finding you when he suddenly heard the beautiful sound of your laugh.

Peter jerked his head around and saw you leaning against a wall surrounded by a group of your friends, one of them which was obviously telling a funny story.

Peter admired the way your soft curls perfectly framed your face and how the crop top and high waisted jeans you were wearing hugged your body in all the best ways.

Peter felt his heart begin to beat rapidly when his eyes connected with yours from across the room. You gave him a soft smile and a small wave and Peter is still not quite sure how his brain got the message to the rest of his body to return the gesture.

But the beautiful moment was quickly cut short by Flash pushing through the wall of your friends and placing an arm above your head.

Peter didn’t have to be near to know what Flash was saying when he saw his mouth begin to move. He knew he was asking you out.

Peter heard his heart pounding in his ears as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him. It wasn’t until he saw you flip Flash off that he was able to breathe again.

But soon the relief disappeared once again as he watch Flash grab your wrist and pull you into his chest. Peter realized all your friends had scattered once Flash walked up and there was no one to come to your rescue.

Now, Peter knew you were a tough girl that could fend for herself, but he also knew how relentless Flash could be. And the thought of anything happening to you was enough to send him across the room in a matter of seconds until he was standing between you and Flash.

Peter felt your fingers grip the back of his shirt and it was the fear in them that caused the sanity in his brain to blur. Peter no longer cared if he used his Spidey strength to harm the ass hole that threatened the girl he loved.

Peter sent Flash flying across the room into a glass door that lead into his backyard.

Peter felt the eyes of everyone at the party on him. He knew everyone was wondering how the scrawny kid from gym class that could barely do a pull up managed to send a man flying across the room.

Peter was about to panic when he heard your soft voice pull him back to reality.

“Peter? Can we please get out of here?”

There was no hesitation. Peter had grabbed your hand and was leading you out of the house.

Once you two had safely exited, Peter began to lead you down the street.

“Where are we headed?”

“I-I can’t go home. Not like this.”

It was then that Peter saw the tears in your eyes which only angered him more. He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“We can go back to my apartment. It isn’t far, and May won’t mind if you stay over.”

Peter felt the girl nod and began to lead her in the direction of his home.

The two fell into a comfortable silence until you finally spoke up.

“Please don’t think I’m a baby for crying… I’m used to guys hitting on me and I’ve gotten quite good at shutting them down. I’m just not used to them beginning to get physical with me and it freighted me. Thank you, Peter, for saving me.”

The fear in the your voice when you spoke of Flash’s actions was almost enough to send Peter back into the house to end the bully for good.

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. No matter what.”

Peter was too focused on getting the two home safely to notice the smile that crossed your face, but he did notice the way your small fingers gripped his shirt tighter.

After a short while of walking, you and Peter had finally reached his apartment.

Peter lead you quietly into his room, careful not to wake his aunt up.

Although he knew May wouldn’t mind the girl staying over, he also knew she would never stop teasing him about having a girl sleep in his room. Especially one as pretty as you.

Peter opened up one of his drawers and pulled out some clothes for you to change into.

“Here you go. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the be-”

“No! I um… sorry. Can you, um, sleep in here? With me?”

Peter didn’t think he’d ever hear such beautiful words leave someone’s mouth.

Peter nodded his head and turned around to give you privacy to change. He stared at his poster of the periodic table until he heard you clear your voice, signaling to him that he could turn around.

Peter felt his cheeks grow red as he looked over your attire.

His t-shirt hung loosely off your body and his sweatpants were bunched up at the bottom due to him being a few inches taller than you. You looked completely adorable.

You shifter your eyes to the floor under his intense gaze.

“Do I look bad or something?”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.“

A smile grew across your face as Peter crossed the room and took your hand in his to lead you to his small twin sized bed.

Peter laid down on his back and pulled you to lay on top of him. You laid your head on his chest and Peter began to run his fingers through your hair.

The soothing gesture and the sound of his heart beat was enough to send you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

—The Next Morning—

You were pulled from your dreaming state as the sunlight crept in through Peter’s window.

You lifted your head up and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Peter looked as he slept.

His brown curls were scattered in different directions. His soft pink lips were slightly parted and a soft blush was spread across his cheeks.

You reached your hand up to push a loose curl out of his face and Peter’s eyes began to flutter open at the soft touch.

A smile spread across his face as he leaned into your touch.

"Good morning, sleepy head.” You whispered.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Peter replied in his husky morning voice.

His eyes widened as he realized what he said but the soft giggle that escaped your lips calmed him in a matter of seconds.

“I should go. My parents are probably worried sick.”

Peter frowned at the loss of warmth as your body left his.

He watched as you picked up your clothes from the floor. You turned and gave him one last smile before your hand reach out to grab the door handle but his voice stopped you from opening it.

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

You bit your lip and turned around to see Peter already standing behind you smirking.

“I can do you one better.”

Confusion crossed his face as you gripped the front of his shirt and pulled his lips into yours.

The kiss lasted a few short seconds but they were the best seconds of his life.

Peter watched you walk out of his apartment with a goofy, lovestruck grin on his face.

He had finally got the girl of his dreams.

Hot water in my hair. Buttons. Small legs of insects
like bobby pins. I touch my ears. I touch my throat.
I like the small skin between my fingers. The flat of
my nose. My face so close to the floor. I have the
tiniest dreams to pin like butterflies beneath glass.
Baby dreams for baby dead boys. Nobody tries to
wake me anymore, because I’m headed nowhere.
Quiet. Who am I waiting for?
—  Haan, “Disassociating Like A Faucet,” SHAME NAMJA

this was tangentially inspired by naked ambiton, is my first “fic” in approx 47593 years, is both my first ever check please fic and bitty/jack fic so here we go, also i’m always on mobile so i can’t do a read more sorry

At first, Jack is a little weird about his body.

He’s not ashamed of it, per se; it’s more that his relationship with his body is complicated. Jack works really hard. He needs his body to be strong and fast. He’s constantly naked around other people whose bodies are also strong and fast.

He just, you know, doesn’t really want people to look at him.

All Bitty does is look at him.

The first few times they have sex, it’s rushed in the dark. It’s always been a while since they’ve seen each other, Jack reasons. It’s always a lot of pent up longing and only a little time for romance. Jack likes the feeling of Bitty’s body againt his. They fit. He just doesn’t necessarily want Bitty to see it.

But Bitty’s always looking.

It’s mid-morning and Jack is trying to sleep in on a very rare day off. His curtains are a gauzy medium grey and they let in a gauzy medium light. Jack’s on his back, sheets pulled up to his navel. Bitty’s eyes are closed and his hand is tracing circles across Jack’s ribs.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Bitty murmurs, almost to himself. Jack feels his face warm. “Truly a masterpiece.”

Bitty trails his hand trails down Jack’s stomach, sliding the sheets out of the way. Jack tenses, a small thing, and Bitty’s fingers still.

“Hey, Jack,” Bitty says softly, eyes still closed. “Hey.”

Jack swallows. Says, “I, uh.” Stops.

Bitty’s fingers start moving again, slowly. He hums, waits for Jack to continue.

“I just don’t really.” Pauses. “Ah, I don’t.”

Gently, Bitty curls in a little closer to Jack, rests his forehead on Jack’s ribs.

“I don’t like the stretch marks,” Jack whispers, eyes squeezed shut. “They’re ugly”

Bitty hums again, softer this time. His fingers trip over the worst of them, right on Jack’s hips. They’re a faded silver now but Jack will always remember the angry red they were, stretched tight and deep. He tries very hard not to twitch away from Bitty’s fingers but God he wishes, fiercely that it was night again. He thinks Bitty’s eyes are open now, looking, and he wishes it was too dark to see.

“Jack,” Bitty whispers, “Honey, you’re perfect.”

Jack’s breath catches in his throat.

“You’re so perfect,” he says again. “Strong, because you need to be. You’re so strong and so capable and your body is everything but–but ugly.”

Bitty sounds almost offended on Jack’s body’s behalf and Jack can feel a small tear roll down his cheek. Both of Bitty’s hands are on him now, smoothing over Jack’s skin as he places tiny kisses across Jack’s ribs.

“You’re everything, Jack. You’re everything good in this world. No part of you is ugly.”

Jack can feel tears caught in his throat and he tries to swallow them down, drown them with big, steady gulps of air. One of Bitty’s arms is tucked under Jack’s back, the other across his stomach in a soft sideways hug. Jack snakes a hand down to hug Bitty closer to him. Takes another steadying breath.

“Now turn over so I can objectify you from a different angle.”

Jack snorts, caught a little off guard, and doesn’t let Bitty go as he flops over onto his stomach. Bitty is laughing, tangled under the mess of blankets and the heat of Jack’s body. When Bitty finally emerges, pink-faced from struggling, laughing and bright-eyed, Jack is grateful for the soft golden light filtering through the curtains.

anonymous asked:

Do you ever imagine a scene where Zen gets a small cut on his finger, and you'd rush over to get a bandaid and come back seeing that it already healed and is gone?

“Princess, it’s okay! It’s all healed now, see?”
“…I still want to kiss it better.”
“!! Babe! That’s not fair!”
“Huh? What’s not fair?”

This was just too much of a cute scenario, I couldn’t resist sketching it out.

Don’t Objectify Me!

Summery: Based on this Sinful Sunday Ask

Triggers: Smutty smut, Angry bucky, Dom(ish)!bucky (wasn’t my intention but it happened) Unprotected sex (Before you tap it, wrap it), Masturbation

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: I don’t wanna go to college tomorrow, also the inventor of coursework needs to fight me.

Masterlist

Originally posted by coporolight

‘Do you not fucking speak english?!’ You screamed over at Bucky. The two of you were meant to meet for dinner at one of your favourite restaurants after you had finished work. You booked a table there for 6, giving you enough time to get home and change before you got there.

‘Yes, I speak over 30 languages’ Bucky yelled back at you, taking off the gym clothes he wore to meet Steve earlier that day. According to your boyfriend you had said seven so he thought he could finish at the gym at 6;30 giving him half an hour to get ready. Only when he got home you sitting on the bed, all dressed up and fuming from having to wait for him.

‘Ok. I’ll say what I said to you yesterday is Spanish. Seis!’ your hair was pinned back and styled so you took it out, facing the mirror but you could still see his reflection.

‘You said seven!’ He was now taking off his hoodie and shirt. You were so mad at him but he looked so good.

‘I said six!’

‘No, you didn’t’

‘Why would I book a table at six then tell you seven? What, you think I want to spend quality time with my glass of fucking water’ you finally turned to look him in the eye, but he couldn’t look at you. For a second you weren’t sure if he was angry or upset. But then you heard the metallic whirring of his arm, it was very distinctive when he was angry 

‘I’m not doing this right now’ He turned away from you, his hands in the air. Then stormed off into the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind him.

‘Good. Fuck off then’

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On Automail Recovery Times

A limb amputation takes 4 to 8 weeks to heal. While port surgery can happen after the initial injury it’ll still involve a very large wound, so we can use that as our guideline for the surrounding flesh and skin to recover. (If anything, having a big foreign object in the way may make it take longer.)

Conventional nerve injuries come in multiple types. The most minor, neurapraxia, takes anywhere between several days and three months to heal. The others are listed as ‘much longer’, but I haven’t found much about recovery times for severed and surgically rejoined nerves because it seems to vary so much by technique and location, but sources suggest nerves heal at about an inch per month and I’ve not found anything that suggests less than a month recovery time, so let’s take 4 weeks as our minimum.

These days most pins used to fix broken bones are made from titanium or a titanium alloy. This is because the surface structure of titanium tricks the body into thinking it 'belongs’ and allows the bone to fuse itself to the metal, a process called osseointegration. Once the process is complete the metal cannot be removed and the join is just as strong as natural tissue, which would be ideal for automail. However, just as broken bones can take a long time to heal, so it takes time for osseointegration to finish. A decent strength can be achieved by 12 weeks and full bonding by 16.

We’re told that automail is heavy; you probably don’t want to be attaching a limb until you know that the port can support it without the patient suffering any damage. Something small like a finger (…do automail fingers exist?) will take at least a month before the nerves are ready and nothing will start bleeding, while for something like a limb you’ll want 3 to 4 months for everything to settle and to make sure the screws attaching the port can hold the automail’s weight.

Figuring out how long it takes to learn to use newly attached automail is trickier. Neurogenic muscle atrophy is what happens when nerve damage results in an unusable limb (as opposed to disuse atrophy where the limb is unusable for physical reasons and is less severe) and once you fix the underlying causes takes at least 12 weeks to fix. Stroke recovery starts around this time bracket and up. Modern artificial limbs take 6 to 12 months to learn. Taken together, we can estimate at least 3 months for gross controlled movement (ie no longer smacking yourself with your own arm or able to walk a few steps without face planting), 6 months for being able to do general tasks like walking without crutches or putting your clothes on (but probably not doing up your buttons) and 12+ months for full function. It’d also take around 6-12 months to build up the increased muscle mass to compensate for the heavier limbs and to adapt to your changed gait and balance.

That means for most adults automail recovery times are going to start at 16 months and go up from there, with longer times if one can’t get as much physical therapy. Ed managed it in 12 months and it can be assumed that more limbs equals longer overall recovery time, which is impressive. He did have two advantages though: firstly that he was still a kid at the time. The slow part of port recovery is the osseointegration. But children’s bones heal about twice as fast as adults and a smaller limb means lighter automail, meaning he’d be able to be fitted after 2 months instead of 4. His other advantage is living with the Rockbells and having constant access to people who can help him with his physical therapy, letting him cut 12+ months down to 10.

Lan Fan is another matter. She doesn’t have the advantage of youth (by mid teens bone healing rates are rapidly approaching adult ones) and even if she pushed herself to start rehab early using some additional limb support 3 months is just not enough. However! She does have another form of cheating: namely, medical alkestry. If someone could help her heal faster she could get her automail attached earlier. Even at 6 months she’d not have full usage of her new arm though nor time to finish building up the muscle strength. It’s likely her fight wrenched some muscles in her shoulder and that she was using her other training to compensate for not being able to hit precisely where she was wanting to slash. (And against a homunculi lacking vital organs and instant kill locations, sheer weight of slashes is what will do the trick in the end anyway.)

Interesting side notes: nerve healing requires increased Vitamins D and E, copper and selenium. The latter 3 can all be found in sunflower oil, with liver and nuts also being good sources. Patients recovering from automail surgery probably snack on a lot of trail mix and get put in deck chairs for a few hours a day. Rush Valley seems likely to have some nice relaxing parks with the odd sets of parallel bars for outdoor therapy.

The most widely used test of osseointegration progress is percussion analysis, where the external part of an implant is tapped with a dental tool. The pitch and tone of the ringing tells you how stable the implant is; still healing implants sound dull and low pitched while a fully healed one gives a higher pitched crystal ring. Mechanics performing port surgery are likely to have a good musical ear. Imagine apprentices learning the glockenspiel as part of their studies. Rush Valley probably has a nice glockenspiel orchestra.

anonymous asked:

Can I request #6 & #9 with Zach? Can it be full of angst and then just angry sex later on?

Zach smut is sexy as heck,, thanks for requesting!! enjjjoy my children ;) xx

** its not that angry?? im super sorry, like i just idek. if anyone wants to request a separate imagine i’ll do like anger anger in that, sorry **

#6: “It was a dare.”
#9: “You’re acting like baby.” “And you’re acting like a bitch.”


“Calm down, Zach,” You chimed, touching his arm gently. “It was a dare.”

“It was a dare?!” He exclaimed, stepping toward you. “I don’t care, Y/N! You shouldn’t mess with people like that!”

You stepped back from the seething boy, wishing that Justin had never texted you the stupid dare. “You’re acting like a baby.” You folded your arms across your chest, frowning up at the tall boy.

“And you’re acting like a bitch.”

Your mouth grew dry, yet your hands became clammy. Did he just call you a bitch? Zach was a friend, a best friend actually, and you wished it was more, but you guys never fought. Perhaps if you never accepted the dare Justin had set upon you, Zach wouldn’t be glaring holes into your face.

“How was I even messing with you?!” You raised your voice, confusion flooding your face.

“Because,” He stalked toward you, making you step back in reply, before he pinned your body against the wall. “When you kiss someone you should mean it.”

Your heart was beating faster every second that passed. His breath quickened as he stared into your eyes. He was serious, but he was also seriously hot. Damn this boy.

“How do you know I didn’t mean it?” You quietly asked, honesty lacing every syllable.

His breath hitched at the meaning behind your words, hands reaching up to cup your face. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, Zach’s eyes flicking to your lips before trailing back up to your eyes.

“I dare you.”

Your stomach ignited at his whisper, his lips lightly dragging along your neck. The tight grasp you had on your pants dropped and you moved them to his shirt instead, pulling to bring his body further against yours before crashing your lips on his.

He growled into the kiss, moving his hands to your waist in order to pick you up and carry you over to his bed, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your kiss broke apart as he lay you down, his breathing unsteady as he attached his lips to your neck.

“Z-Zach,” You stuttered, running your hands over his back. “I want you to fuck me.”

His growls were deep, and you could tell he was still pissed off deep down. “Do you dare me?”

You swallowed hard, dancing your fingers along his spine. “I double dare you.”

He chuckled against your neck, the feeling of his smile against your skin caused your stomach to twist in excitement. You were very aware that you were in his house, but the excitement and fear of someone coming home just fueled your want and need for Zach.

“You’ve been rude all day,” He kissed down to your chest. “And I think,” He paused, moving down to unbutton your pants. “You need to be punished.”

You let out a small moan at his words, helping him take your pants off, the cool air igniting goosebumps on your skin as he slowly dragged them down your legs. His warm hands gripped your thighs tightly as he moved up your body.

“How?” You breathed.

He smirked, getting off of you and standing up beside his bed, running a hand through his dark hair. He unbuttoned his pants and took them off, stepping back to his bed and hovering over your lying figure.

“Why don’t I just show you?” He questioned, rubbing the insides of your thighs. “This lesson has to be taught physically.”

You smirked. “Go ahead, take your anger out.”

He kissed you slowly, hands moving closer to your panties. “I intend to.” He whispered against your lips, his fingers rubbing your panty covered core.

You held back a small moan, running your fingers through his hair as he moved down to pepper kisses over your neck. He sucked and nibbled areas, blowing cool air onto the fresh hickies as the bruise developed. You let out a sigh of contentment, lifting your legs around his waist, his hand still teasing your clit, as you pulled his body closer to you.

“I’m angry with you,” He moved down your body, hands now running along your sides. “Because you take a dare,” His fingers looping under the edge of your panties. “And make it feel as though kissing me is some sort of joke.” He teasingly took his time sliding your panties down your legs, making the wait so much more painfully long. “When in fact, Y/N,” He threw the discarded piece of clothing across his room. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for as long as I’ve known you.”

Fire ignited your veins the moment the words left his mouth, your clit instantly being worked with his wet mouth. You moaned his name, your hips involuntarily bucking upward, only making his mouth take more of you. He flicked his tongue, amused at your reactions. A chuckle left his mouth, the vibrations causing you to shiver in pleasure.

“Just fuck me, Zach.” You pleaded, ready for him to just take you. He licked your core softly, teasing you, occasionally sucking on the sensitive bud that made your mind swirl. “F-Fuck.” You gasped.

He lent his head back to face you, smirking cockily at your flushed face. You couldn’t even tell if he was angry anymore. He seemed to be enjoying this way too much. “Are you sure?” He asked, hands rubbing your outer thighs.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You nodded your head, consenting completely and wholly. Fuck, you just needed him.

He grinned this time, opening his bedside table draw and pulling out a condom. He passed it you, and you smirked, opening the square packet as he slid off his boxers. You sat up on the edge of his bed, ushering him closer to you in order to roll the condom onto his length. He let out a small moan at the feeling of your hands on his cock before he gently pushed you back onto the bed as he hovered over your body, one hand resting beside your head. You looked at his length nearing your entrance, and oh god, did it make you wet. He gently slid his free hand up and under your shirt, gripping your side as he teased your entrance with his cock. Boy, was he hard.

You reached down, gently gripping his cock, making him moan and drop his head into the crook of your neck. He let out a shaky breath, lifting himself back up in order to line himself up with your entrance. His eyes only darkened as they watched your face, his cheeks flushing as he pushed into you.

A deep groan left his parted lips. “Fuck.” He choked, going deeper.

You closed your eyes, letting out a moan against his lips as they connected to yours. He pushed in all the way, hitting your g-spot, making you let out another moan. Zach smirked, pulling out teasingly slow before thrusting back in. Your world shook as the pleasure consumed your body. This is what he meant by punishment - doing small things that caused a large deal of sensitivity and all things good to your body and nerve endings.

“Open your eyes,” He demanded, panting. “Y/N,” He sounded stern, pushing deeper with every thrust. “Open. Your. Eyes.”

So you did, meeting his angry ones. He needs to get angry more often. You watched his eyes darken further, clouding with lust as he pounded into you. “Zach,” You moaned. “Oh, f-fuck.”

He chuckled lightly, speeding up his actions, groaning each time he hit your g-spot. His hand that was still resting beside your head clenched the sheets to keep him balanced as he took his other hand from gripping your side and lifting your leg up to rest over his shoulder.

“Fuck yes,” He moaned into your neck, his pace quickening. “You’re so fucking…” He growled. “Tight.”

You rested your other leg on his shoulder too, only making Zach go deeper inside of you. His hand traveled down, teasing your clit. You knew that you wouldn’t last long if he added even more stimulation. But of course he did, because it’s Zach, and he just wants to see you cum.

You moaned loudly, hands gripping the back of his neck and hair as he began circling the sensitive bud with his fast fingers. Fuck him, honestly. Ironically, too.

“Every time,” He groaned, quickening his fingers. “I think back to that kiss, I-” He cut himself off, letting out a moan as your lips met his. “It makes me so fucking mad,” His thrusts were unforgiving as he pounded into you, the sheet in his hand pulled tightly. “And so now I’m taking it out on you.”

The pace of his thrusts quickened, as the feeling in your stomach grew. His fingers making the pleasure you were feeling doubled, his moans fueling your excitement. He was so damn sexy when mad. He took his anger out into you, going deep and hard, growling into your neck and kissing up your jaw. He was mesmerising, his cheeks flushed and eyes dark, while his body caused yours to buckle and writhe under his ways to pleasure you.

God damn, he was beautiful.

You could feel yourself getting closer, as was Zach, his thrusts only grew in pace while his fingers rubbed harder. “Fuck, yes,” He panted. “Cum with me.” He choked out, growling and moaning into your neck.

You gripped his skin, anywhere and everywhere, moaning his name and kissing his lips. The pressure built, your stomach twisting in excitement, before Zach completely undid you.

“Cum now.” He demanded, short of breath. “Now, fuck yes, now.”

With another thrust you were gone, your mind spinning in elevation, scratching his skin as loud moans left your parted lips. He took both hands to your hips as he came too, focusing on riding out your highs together. He watched where you connected, milking every last drop from his erect cock. He let out a content sigh, running a hand through his dampened hair before leaning down and kissing your lips, hands cupping your face as he gently pulled out of you, gasping softly into your neck.

He collapsed beside you, letting out a breath, before turning to face you. Your body was still in bliss as you turned your head to look at the boy lying beside you, grinning.

“Remind me to thank Justin.”


idk if this was even good lol but i hope you liked it either way 

STUCK IN A CELL WITH JEON JUNGKOOK?!

Genre: romance/fluff/COMEDY
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 3334 words
Summary: You somehow ended up in a cell with your best friend Jungkook


You sat next to him as you were sending death stares to each other. God only knows why you were trapped inside a cell with your best friend on a Friday night. If truth was to be said, you and Jungkook were caught in a heated fight, barely a few minutes ago, with him arguing as much as he could, and you, throwing his favorite vase off the balcony because you hated his handsome face. Did you really fight over his good looks? For sure it was one of the few reasons why you were even arguing in the first place. You were innocent that was for sure, but after being reported for obstructing the ‘’peace’’, you were called in at the office. The Irony of this, is that the so-called best friend is a cop as well.

“Officer Jeon, Seems like your badge is pretty useless at times like these” you commented arrogantly while crossing your arms over your chest

Jungkook follows you inside the cell, head hanging low with a very stiff posture. The last thing he expected from this Friday night was to end up inside a cell with you.

“Don’t get me started.” He turns around “I may be a cop but it still doesn’t mean that obstructing the ‘peace’ is allowed.” The boy ruffled his hair in a fury

“You can’t even do your own job properly, yet you’re here talking” you rolled your eyes

“I beg your pardon, but you’re the reason why we’re here in the first place” jungkook combs through his black bangs

Arguing with him was now your specialty. Both of you could go on and on for hours arguing over the smallest things. These days have been pretty sensitive due to your admission in med school. Jungkook screwed up again and you were on the verge of losing control when it happened.

“Oh, so now you’re going to put the blame on an innocent girl? I almost feel offended, officer.” You reply sarcastically

“ Innocent my ass, you were shouting at me barely 30 minutes ago and you even threw a goddamn vase off the window” he grabs the bars as he stares at his workmates laughing at him “ My favorite pink vase” he fakes a sob “ I liked that one so bad”

“Oh boohoo.” You cringed your face “Why do you even plant flowers in the backyards anyways! It always takes up the place. You’re a cop not a gardener”

“Flowers smell good and are beautiful, unlike a certain person” he sends you a side glare

“Excuse me?!” you scoff

“What?! Go wash your hair before telling me off, miss I-haven’t-washed-my-hair-for-three-days –because-of-school”

“What a neat freak. I didn’t have time because I has a shit ton of finals to take care of. LIVE WITH IT.”

“Exactly! Do you know that It’s a pain in the ass to live with you?” he stares at you

“Look who’s talking! You never wash the dishes and you’re practically a prince living at our place”

“Why do you bring my lifestyle onto this? I never asked you to be my wife. No one even has to cook because I only eat cereals and ramen. You should be thankful to have me as your roommate” he sighs “Why are you even mad about this? “

“You’re really annoying, you know that?” you groan “Tell goodbyes to the three meals a day I used to provide for the past year and a half.”

“Why?” he makes a meme face

“Because you’re a cheater” you glare at him

“I didn’t do it” jungkook buries his face in his hands “I swear on   Overwatch’s very existence that I didn’t do it ”

“Jungkook, you don’t realize how embarrassed you’re making me whenever you lie”

“I never lied about that!” jungkook sighed “It’s not like we got laid or anything like that! Why you are even fueled up about this issue! I have no girlfriend, so I’m not even cheating”

“You’re cheating on our friendship” you smack his arm

“I said, it wasn’t me for f*ck’s sake” jungkook grunts annoyingly “I don’t know if you have trouble understanding or if it’s your brain that has a serious issue, but I did not f*cking cheat” he turned around

“You didn’t cheat of course” you commented “You still f*cked or should I say, you’re still f*cked”

“I didn’t cheat” jungkook scowls “I’m always fair play when it comes to games and you know that!”

Jungkook’s workmates were having a blast trying to figure out the situation between both of them.Jimin was holding his cup of coffee in his fingers while Taehyung was munching on some chocolate flavored donuts. Meanwhile Hoseok was still typing in a few more details about their latest case, on the computer.

“Are they talking about a game?” Jimin whispers in taehyung’s ear

“I almost thought they were talking about a girl for a second” taehyung whispered back

“They’re obviously talking about video games.” Hoseok nodded with that irresistible smile

The cat fight was persistent on the other side of the cell, yet jungkook chose to put it to rest with his next action.

“Ugh…” jungkook sits down and takes off his vest to lay it on the ground “You can keep on talking to the walls. I’m going to sleep”

“You obviously feel no remorse since you feel comfortable about sleeping in a cell” you chuckled heartlessly

“I basically live in this police station, five days a week, I don’t see why I wouldn’t be comfortable here”

“Who’d ever hear you would think you’re a criminal” you rolled your eyes

“Yes, I steal hearts for a living” he makes a small heart with his index and thumb

“No jungkook. You make me barf for a living” you pretend vomiting

“Enjoy your youth, shorty. It’s not every day that you get to be inside a cell. With a handsome man on top of it” jungkook lays on his jacket cockily “Just take a moment to admire my sharp jaw. Instead of complaining. You can actually see it up close with no interruption this time”

“ You’re so f*cking cocky even in moments like these” you raise your brow “ Your jaw is so feminine along with your stupid lashes and that so called nose  , I don’t see what’s there to see. “

“Or maybe you can roast me while we’re at it” Jungkook sighed “My jaw has more structure than your life ever did” he laughed at his own joke

“Keep it down, Jeon” Hoseok shouted “No roasting is allowed in those cells, even though y’all are very entertaining to watch” he chuckled

“I wasn’t roasting, just stating facts here, Officer Jung “Jungkook bowed his head cutely

You decide to walk around inside the cell as jungkook was comfortably laying on the cold floor. The more you inspected this room the more disgusted you were. The scent, the coldness and the rusty vibe all over the place, gave you everything but comfort. It was your first time being inside a cell, yet your best friend was sitting there as if no harm was done and everything was alright. You both remained silent for a few more minutes before you suddenly started to bang your head on the nearest wall while murmuring the same few words

“Ugh, why am I in a cell with him”

“Because we sinned together” Jungkook replied with no warning as slowly sat up

“Did someone talk? I can’t seem to hear anyone” you pretend he’s inexistent

“So childish” he glares at you before bringing his knees closer to his chest, like a child would.

“Right back at you” you shoot daggers through your eyes

“Let’s make up already” jungkook shakes his shoulders cutely as he slowly walks your way

You slowly back up as he gets closer and closer to you. Your back hits the cold bars and Jungkook takes this opportunity to grab onto the bars on each side of your head, trapping you between his body and the cell itself. It was just like a fun game for him. You were being alert, anxious and angry, and he was taking advantage of your state to have a little bit of fun.

“We are not making up” you hold your head high as you stare directly back onto his dark orbs

“We are going to make up. Mark my words”

He lowers his head to close the space between your faces, now brushing the tip of his nose against yours. You shiver and ponder in your head, if the reason why you were feeling so nervous was due to the fact that this cell was extremely cold, or because Jungkook was having some effect on you.You chose to shrug off the thoughts from your head and push his rock hard chest with your index. Jungkook doesn’t even budge form him spot, as your small finger had nothing to win against his inhuman physical strength. He always had the advantage, whether it was about being imprisoned or cornering you inside a cell. You’d somehow end up being at his mercy.

“Get off, right now” you mutter under your breath

“I don’t think so” he presses his face on your cold shoulder

Jungkook’s workmates were just as confused as you

“What are they doing?” Jimin raised a suspicious brow

“Uhm…it looks like they’re being intimate, sir” Taehyung covers his eyes

“Officer Jeon does all sorts of things” Hoseok sighed “Let him be”

A million thoughts were running through your mind. You wanted to push him off but couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It wasn’t long before jungkook cut off your thoughts with his next action.

“Come on!!” he grabs your arm

“What?” you frown

“Let’s enjoy the next 24 hours we have left together in a cell” he pulls your small frame in his arms with no warning

“Let me go!” you struggle to get off his embrace as his muscles are tightly wrapped around you

“Come on. You’re a small bean and I’m a very bored bunny. Let’s mingle and call it a fun night” he whispers on your neck

“No one is allowed to mingle in those cells Jungkook” Jimin authoritative voice shouts from his desk

“I was just playing, Officer Park!” jungkook replies “But I still have extra handcuffs with me” he wiggled his eyebrows at you

“What on earth—“your eyes rounded as you felt heat reaching your cheeks

“BDSM Isn’t allowed either” Taehyung burst out laughing “I swear to god, I wish we could arrest entertaining people like you every day, it’d be more hilarious at work”

“Officer!” you stare at jimin “Please tell him to let me go” you whine

“Hugs are allowed for mental support” Jimin winked at you

“He’s not even hugging me! He’s trapping me!” you groan “Tell him to stop crushing me with his annoying muscles!”

“I’m not risking my safety over this. Officer Jeon usually picks up the things that annoy him and throw them somewhere” Jimin comments “I don’t want this to happen to me”

“What are you? Godzilla?!” you turn around to stare at jungkook in puzzlement “These guys are your superiors and you do those kind of things to them?” your jaw drops

“They’re good at obeying” jungkook replies cockily “As long as you got strength, power doesn’t even matter here“he raises a sexy brow

“What a WEIRD POLICE STATION” you stare at everyone

“We get that often” Hoseok nods

“It’s fun being in a cell, to be honest” Jungkook slowly frees you from his grip “I get to spend time with my best friend” he hugs your arm like a cute child

“Get it together you dumb bun, we’re in a goddamn cell because the police showed up at my place”

“I’m a cop and I’m always at your place. I never saw you freak out whenever I showed up with my cop uniform there” Jungkook backed up

“You’re just Jungkook okay! You’re not a cop” you argued

“But I graduated from Law school! I have my own badge. I arrested over 25 people over the last two months. Why would you think that I’m not qualified to be a cop! You better acknowledge me!” he scowls

Jungkook’s workmates found themselves laughing at the hilarious conversation

“Officer Jeon, seems like you’re not as qualified as you pretend to be” officer Jimin chuckled from the side

“Shut up Park Jimin” jungkook glared at the man

“Where did the hyung go to? Should I remove your promotion, for disregarding your superiors, you little brat?” Jimin threatened

“Hyung” jungkook sighed “Sorry” he apologizes with no sincerity whatsoever

“What if they end up keeping us here for longer” you fake a sob on his shoulder

“We didn’t kill anyone, we just fought. You won’t get imprisoned for life. It’s just 24 hours”

Jungkook stared at his surroundings before gazing at you a few times. He knew what would ease the tension.

“Hey, there’s so many fun stuff to do in a cell” Jungkook stares at you “Come here” he pulls your arm so that you sit close to him

“Like what? “you ruffled your hair “ Jungkook, it might not be that unusual for you because you’re always at the police station, but I’m just a normal citizen! What will mother say about this” you smack his arm

“I’ll just cover up for you then” jungkook scowls “ Now come here and let’s play rock paper scissors to pass time”

“Are you f*cking kidding me?” your jaw dropped

“I mean, wasn’t it the same when we were in elementary school? During recess time, we were surrounded by a huge fence, yet we still had fun. We were imprisoned back then as well, where’s the difference?”

“EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS DIFFERENT YOU DUMB idiot” you pinch his arm

“We can play truth or dare” jungkook snaps his fingers “Or even better! We could take this whole cell thing as an excuse to cuddle or something”

“You better stay away from me or I’m suing you” you point at him

“I get that a lot these days” he winks at you “People like suing me for my illegal sexiness” he rolls up his sleeves

“What is he saying now?” you sigh

“Come on, Y/N! Let’s do something fun! It’s not every day that we get the chance to be stuck in a cell together for 24 hours” he pokes your waist

“The chance?! What is lucky about this? Have you lost your mind? “You nudge his arm “Why am I friends with you.”

“I brought a pen with me” Jungkook blinked cutely “Let’s draw a few bunnies on the walls while we’re at it. As a memory~”

“What is good about this memory? Do you expect me to tell my future children that I got arrested and remained in a cell for 24 hours with my friend, as we both drew bunnies on the prison’s wall” you scoff

“It honestly feels like we’re back in old school days’ right?” Jungkook giggled as he took out his pen to draw cute bunny ears on the wall

“Why are you giggling?! Jungkook, stop laughing. This isn’t the time to be laughing” you grabbed his arm “Please get me out of here”

“What can I do?” he shrugged “Even, I, as a cop, has to get sentenced just like you. Let’s just live with the consequences we brought upon ourselves” Jungkook draws the big bubbly eyes of his bunny “Damn, he looks like me” he points at the half-drawn bunny

“Stop drawing self-portraits of yourself and listen” you whine

“Stop over dramatizing everything and learn from your mistakes” he uses his other hand to mess your hair in the process “We fought, you broke something and we got in trouble for it. Next time we’ll behave like mature adults do, that’s all”

“I’m not overdramatizing” you slap his hand away “You may spend every day working next to this cell, but I’ve never been in a cell nor was I ever arrested in the past”

“Then enjoy your first time here” Jungkook blinks “Why make a fuss about it when it could be the most thrilling 24 hours of your life? I always wondered how it felt to be on the other side of these bars”

“You’re a crazy piece of shit” you shake your head

“More like a positive minded piece of shit” he smiles sarcastically

“Jungkook” you whine again as you lean your face on his back as the boy keeps on drawing bunnies

“What?” He asks you “Are you going to complain again?” you feel his voice vibrating through his back

“It’s just a little cold in here” you wrap your arms around his waist

“What an amazing excuse to back hug me” He smirks as he keeps on drawing “You’re smitten over my beauty” he makes a sassy facial expression

“I hate cells” you muffle your face on his toned back

“Cells as in cellular composition or prison cells?” Jungkook laughed at his own joke

“You think you’re so funny.” you pinch his waist

“Ouuuch!!!” he jumps because of your touch “I will sue you for physical abuse”

“Come on Fetus, you like getting physical anyways, so it shouldn’t even bother you in the first place” you poke his waist as you press your chin on his shoulder

“There’s clearly a difference between hugging someone and pinching them! This is not my type of physical encounter” he frowns as he slowly pushed you away from him “ I will go take a nap now” he grabbed his wrinkled vest and laid it on the floor once again  

“ Jungkook, I’m well aware of the fact that you work here in the police station, but didn’t it occur to you to think about what prisoners do in these cells for 24 hours?! They could be peeing all of over the ground and you’re sleeping there. It’s disgusting”  you furrow your brows  


“Well technically they pee in a cup” Jungkook comments “this is also why I insisted that we share the cell”

“EXCUSE ME?!” you shout

“Are you going to obstruct the peace here too? Calm down Juliet. We’re just here for a few more hours” he made a pillow with his shoes

“If you didn’t get it yet, usually men and women are in different cells, but I insisted we get imprisoned together”

“And why is that? Why can’t you have a single brilliant idea for once AND GET US OUT OF HERE“ you sighed

“Because I know you were going to freak out as soon as we get there, so I thought I might as well be there as your mental support”

“Idiot”

“That’s what best friends are for right?” he smiles at you

“No, that’s what idiots do, you stupid son of a fetus” you smack the back of his head

“This so called son of a fetus has a job unlike you” he frowns “It hurts too” he pouts “Love me!” he pulls you into his arms once again

“Ew Ew We ! I’m not laying there!” you try prying his hands off you

“Stop being so stuck up and be cool for once. Med school turned you into a germaphobe, but may I remind you that we used to roll in mud back then in elementary school?”  He pulls your waist close to his body “Now let’s just sleep and get tofu tomorrow morning”

“Why tofu?” you blink

“Well, we did stay in a cell overnight. Might as well keep it traditional and buy tofu after being released” he stares at you

“Why am I his friend” you bury your face in his chest “I HATE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK”

Jungkook feels your muffled screams vibrations through his toned chest and he chuckles at your sight. He sure had lots of fun in that cell.

“We should get arrested more often.” He laughs at you as he secretly writes your initials next to his on the wall with a heart surrounding them


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suchastart  asked:

Ooh headcanons! Casual intimacy? With the whole family! The careful way Wolf touches Cress's shoulder to move past her or quietly get her attention. Cinder plopping her feet in Thorne's lap. Winter twisting a curl of Scarlet's hair. Kai and Jacin in a crowded elevator, and Jacin edging protectively closer. Just little touches--things that show how close they are!

Ahhhhhhhh!!! Your examples are so incredibly adorable all by themselves! I can’t even express how much I love the idea of Wolf being so very careful about how he touches Cress. Instinctive little touches like that are such a big part of what makes the Rampion crew more family than friends. Touches and actions like…

  • Iko absently playing with the hair of whoever she’s sitting next to. She weaves delicate braids into Cress’s short locks (or Jacin’s longer ones), then unravels them to leave pretty little waves.
  • Jacin automatically throwing out an arm to halt any unpleasant jolts for his passenger—often Kai or Cinder or Winter—when the hover brakes unexpectantly.
  • Thorne gently tucking his flight jacket around Cinder’s shoulders when she falls asleep in the Rampion’s copilot seat after several hours’ worth of work on the control panel’s wiring.
  • Scarlet holding out a spoonful of the stew she’s just made to Cress for tasting, her other hand poised under it to catch any drips.
  • Winter propping her chin on Kai’s shoulder while they’re waiting for Jacin to bring the hover around after yet another exhausting press conference about the bioelectricity inhibitor.
  • Cress wordlessly handing any stubborn pickle/jam/jelly jars over to Wolf to open for her.
    • In turn, Wolf wordlessly handing over tangled headphones or knotted shoestrings to Cress because her small fingers excel where his giant hands fall short. 
  • Thorne carrying Cinder’s discarded heels (and Cress’s, of course) for her as the Peace Ball winds down and everyone’s walking back to the palace’s living space together.
  • Wolf snagging Thorne’s collar to haul him back before he accidentally steps off a curb wrong or steps in something unpleasant in the barnyard.
  • Iko holding onto Cinder’s arm for balance as she adjusts the strap on her sandals.
  • Scarlet dishing up second and third helpings at dinner without being asked because after all the meals they’ve eaten together, she knows who’s going to want what.
  • Kai bumping his shoulder against Thorne’s in greeting (and as a wordless “scoot over”) when he drops onto the couch next to him on movie night.
A Lone Wolf

Group: BTS

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Requested: Anonymous said:  Omg werewolf jungkook au pls

Summary: Jungkook finds a lone wolf and takes her into the pack house, but as he sees you suppress your wolf, he just wants to help you.

Genre: angst, wolf au

Length: 1.5k

A/N: the ask that started all of my woes  ( i joke i actually loved it )

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo


The woods were tinged orange, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon. This was his favourite time to be out, to feel the wind in his pelt as he let his wolf completely take over as the wind rushed past his ears and through his fur.

He had felt the presence of something different, something new and his heart raced in excitement at the idea of discovering what had sent his pack into disarray. Jeongguk slowed to shake out the tingles that still ran down his back after his abrupt shift on a night with no moon.

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No Strings (IX)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,030

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by gotmeolk

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Peek-A-Boo *Bucky x Reader*

Originally posted by seabasschino

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Summary: Bucky playing peek-a-boo with his daughter, he then has to leave to cut his hair but when he returns to play the game, his daughter doesn’t react too well to this new *change* of his. 
Characters: Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader


If there was anyone Bucky loved more than you, it was his daughter. She is his light, his beacon of hope, his little princess that he adores and would do anything for. From the moment he found out you were pregnant he was hooked, he didn’t have to know the gender, nor did he really care because he loved them already with everything in his soul. He was nervous from the beginning but when little Ava was born he was smitten. The look of absolute wonder was worth the pain you endured for twelve hours. He didn’t want to put Ava down for a second; he was so gentle and soft around her.  

Nothing had changed, even a year on; he was still captivated by her.

You remember the first thing Bucky had to say to you when you brought Ava home. “We get to experience life all over again. The first smile, first laughs, first steps. Food, so much food she has to experience; first day of school and first friends. All over again because of her,” the smile he held as he looked at her in your arms, unforgettable.

Ava was just as obsessed with her dad as he was with her. Her first word was ‘Da-da’, he cried for two days because of that- he still hasn’t fully recovered from it. In the beginning, only Bucky could get her to laugh, best sound, as Bucky calls it (you’d say that both of their laughs are the best sounds, better than music). Peek-a-boo is Bucky’s favourite game to play with Ava; it never fails to have her laughing, even now.

You could hear them both from your bathroom, ‘Peek-a-boo’ and then the loud, light laughter of Ava coming from down the hall. You could almost see it as you dried your hair, Bucky with Ava on his lap, her pink blanket covering his face before dropping it and pulling a face at her, her clapping and laughing at his silly antics that you don’t think she’ll ever get over. Once you were done, you padded down the hallway to the living room where Bucky sat on the floor, Ava twirling pieces of his unyielding hair around her small fingers.  Steve sat beside Ava, waiting to cut his best friends hair, he must have gotten here whilst you were in the shower.

You sighed lightly, “Bathroom is free now.” You call gently; Bucky smiles at you and gently pries his daughter fingers from his hair before standing up. “She’s not gonna like the change, you know.” You smirk as he rolls his eyes at you, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your lips before he walked off to the bathroom too, finally, cut his hair. You smiled as Steve followed, a bright grin on his face, it only made you chuckle to yourself.

Bucky had had the long hair since you first met him. Only ever trimming it before now, he had decided he needed a change, well he was going old school with this change. He wanted the haircut he had when he was alive in the forties; you couldn’t deny him of that, he looked hot back then too.

You sat and watched Disney films with Ava, secretly sharing some chocolate from Bucky’s stash, singing along to all of the songs. It was just under an hour when Steve emerged from the bathroom, a proud little smirk on his face, he sat down in the armchair with a smug swagger to him. Ava was too engrossed in the movie, Sleeping Beauty, to even look at her uncle.
Bucky walked out, a little hesitation in his steps but you were beyond able to comprehend how good he looked. You grinned at him, he smiled shyly back and rolled his eyes when you mouthed, ‘oh my god’ at him.

Ava, still oblivious to her surroundings, didn’t notice Bucky sit down and pick up her blanket; you frowned, you weren’t sure how she was going to react to this sudden change to her father. He gently tapped her shoulder, when she turned to look at him; she let out a little giggle and pulled the blanket away herself.

“Peek-a-boo,” he smiled brightly at her.

She remained staring at him, blinking slowly at his face and now short hair. She turned and looked at you briefly, going back to looking at Bucky with confusion and…sadness. Her blue eyes welled up, she huffed, and cheeks already going red and Bucky gave you a look of regret. Tears dripped out of her eyes as she shook her head, repeating the words, “No! No, daddy, no.” As if she was scolding him for making such a decision.

He sighed sadly, “It’s still me, pumpkin.” He tried to pull her to him but she pushed his hands away, shaking her head and crawling back over to you. “Steve, I told you this was a stupid idea.” He reprimanded his best friend instead, throwing the blame to him.

“Babe, you know this was your idea, I think it looks good. Ava just needs time to get used to it, that’s all.” You smile reassuringly at your husband; he just slouches against the sofa, staring longingly at his daughter wanting her to hug him.

Steve left shortly after Ava’s moment, she isn’t too happy with her uncle either. “That was a disaster, she hates me now,” Bucky sulked in your bedroom. “She’s never gonna go near me again, I’m the worst dad ever, I hate my life.” You refrained from rolling your eyes.

Instead of answering him, you go and give Ava her usual bath. Listening to her talk about how she will miss his long hair, “Did… dad cut his hair so I’ll stop playing wif it?” Ava asked in a small, vulnerable voice. You stopped washing her hair, frowning as she refused to meet your eyes. You called Bucky into the bathroom, where you told him what Ava said and left so Bucky could explain to her that it wasn’t because of her, at all.

“Why do you think I cut my hair because of you?” Bucky asked gently, washing the shampoo out of Ava’s hair carefully, she shrugged. “I love you playing with my hair, I know that it being this short you can’t braid it like you used to but there’s enough,” he smiled as she grinned at him. “Anyway, Thor has better hair than I and Natasha love’s when you play with hers.”

You walk back to the bathroom when it had been over ten minutes, stopping when you see Ava, dressed in pj’s stood on the counter, still managing to be smaller but brushing Bucky’s hair, using her princess hairbrush. Bucky facing away, making faces at the pull of the brush, catching your eye he grins at you.

“You know, I think it’s still long enough for cute pigtails,” You grin as Ava jumps with glee at you, almost slipping but Bucky catches her in time. “C’mon, let’s watch Moana and style his new hair,” Ava claps as Bucky sighs gently but smiles at his two favourite girls.

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crossing the line || preview

pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: teacher!au, smut
word count: 906

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for whatever it was you were getting yourself into as you entered the school theatre. You saw the class performing on stage before you noticed your drama teacher, Mr. Kim sitting in the middle row of chairs, casually minding his own business and taking notes.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth, quietly walking towards him and blocking the light coming from the stage as you stood in front of him. He stopped writing in his notepad, glancing up at you before he spoke, “Miss Y/L/N?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing. 

You offered him a small nod of your head, “Can I sit down?” you quipped, using your best ‘sweet’ voice, “I need to talk to you.”

He swallowed a little, his mouth falling open as he devoured his eyes upon the exposed skin of your legs, your thigh-highs and your see-through dress shirt. He lightly bit his lip as he saw your red, lacy bra through your shirt, cupping your breasts just right and pushing them up in a way that made his mouth water.

You smirked as you squeezed by, seeing his cheeks flush a little and his eyes finally stop undressing you. You locked eyes with him as he scooted up in his seat, leaving you some room to pass him so that you could sit in the chair right next to his.

Just as you sat down, he cleared his throat, glancing back down at his notepad and what he was writing, “There’s really nothing to talk about,” he began, nibbling on his bottom lip as he continued writing. “I already dropped you from the class.”

You saw it coming, knowing the rules and knowing that more than five absences would lead to classes automatically being dropped – and you have been gone for over a week, almost two. 

“Mr. Kim, please,” you almost begged, your voice trailing off in a whine, “I will have to take contemporary dance if I get dropped from this class.”

He merely shook his head, still not even glancing up at you. “You should’ve thought about that before,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N, you know the rules.”

You huffed before your eyes lit up with mischief as you thought, here we go… Your plan wasn’t working and you had to speed things up. Fast. 

Without a second thought, you slowly slid your hand over to his thigh, making him stop writing immediately but he still didn’t look at you.

“I’ll do anything,” you spoke slowly as you began smoothing your hand even further up as you slightly leaned in, “If you let me back in.”

You felt the rush, knowing you had his attention at this point and knowing you had him right where you wanted him. Normally, you would’ve never even attempted to do something like this, but you frankly didn’t care. You didn’t have anything to lose and currently, you wanted to be Mr. Kim’s… well, anything. 

You didn’t really get a reaction from him until you palmed his half-hard cock, lightly stroking him through his pants, making him jolt instantly and push your hand away as he finally glanced up at you. “I – I have no idea what you’re trying to do young lady, but I think you’d better stop.” He stuttered, tightening his jaw as he tried his best to keep that strict demeanour.  

“Why? What’s the matter, Mr. Kim?” you questioned, a smirk etched on your face as he turned to face you. “Are you nervous?”

He breathed in deeply. “Listen, I am your teacher and–” he began, swallowing a little but you didn’t even let him finish as you cut in.

“So does that mean I’m back in the class?” you interjected playfully.

“No,” he instantly replied as he ran his hand along the side of his jaw.

You snorted, leaning back in your seat as you rolled your eyes, “Come on, I will do things for you that no other student has ever done before,” you whispered seductively as you bit your lip, pressing yourself against him so he could feel every line of you. “You want me to give you a little sneak peak?” you purred, your voice strangely sexy and endearing as you ran your soft hands up your own inner thighs slowly.

His eyes momentarily fluttered closed, his breath hitching in his throat before he finally let out another long breath and when he opened up his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of your short plaid skirt pulled all the way up and your small fingers pressing into your lacy thong.

His brown eyes widened as he breathed out a moan before briefly glancing up at the stage to make sure none of the students had caught on to the inappropriate scene unfolding in the middle row. “You are insane,” he muttered, his voice lowering into a growl as he stared hungrily down at you, licking his lips. He forced himself to look away from you as you kept pressing your fingers into your core, “Stop it. Are you trying to get me fired?” he muttered harshly, his voice barely there.

“You don’t really want me to stop, do you, sir?” you quipped, smirking as you flicked your panties to the side and offered him a little moan. Every nerve in your body were lit and buzzing with the desire coursing through you and merely being in this situation was beyond stimulating.  


a/n; ok so this is a super rough drabble but it has been sitting in my drafts for a long ass time 😩 pls look at it and let me know what u think! i might post a few parts or make a series out of this idk????

Cure (4)

Bucky x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst, smut.

A/N: Part four! Bucky goes to see Banner and finds out more about his past with Y/N, while they find out about that something in his head. 

Oh, and things get sexy. 

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

Banner is nice enough. He keeps calling me James, though, and it’s a little confusing. Everyone here keeps calling me Bucky, and getting used to that one name was tough enough as it is. Now that I remember.. some difficult times, it’s a little exhausting to remind myself to answer to ‘James’ as well.

But he’s nice and lets me know what everything he’s using is for, so I decide to keep my trap shut and just roll with it. They’re trying to help me, after all. See how long it’ll take before I regain all of my memories, and I can’t wait for that to finally fucking happen. 

A voice from the ceiling startles the living shit out of me when Doctor Banner asks some one called Friday what my brain-scan tells her.

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Southside Sweetheart

Jughead x Reader

Request: can you do a jug x reader where she’s from the south side and her whole family and friend group is super sketchy and involved with the serpents, and so she’s on betty and and jug’s suspect list? anyways so when he meets her he finds out she’s a literal sweetheart and he falls for her? thanks love

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2,273

A/N: In case you need something to read before tonight’s episode cause things are about to get FUCKED. I also changed it a little, hope that’s okay!

Masterlist


A freshman kiss, never talked about. Ignored and pushed away.

A gang, a mother’s arrest. My mother’s arrest, for a fight in a bar.

Me, left for a year on my own, trying to figure everything out.

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“Aw, we aren’t strangers!” Fresh immediately interjected. “Ya seem pretty rad, lil broski, how’s about we be friends instead?”
Decans eyes widened even further, a small gasp slipping out. “R-really?” he blurted. At the confirming nod, the tiniest hints of a smile started to tug at the corners of his mouth. “I haven’t had a friend before.”’

Okay, so I seriously love the whole MCQ verse. It is so very fun to play with. Aaaaand I really have been meaning to get back into writing fanfiction, so welcome to Fresh Start! A MCQ AU where Geno, Error, and Fresh are all adults, and Decans, Asy, and Ink are three tiny little kids that end up running into them. Basically gratuitous domestic fluff because that is my weakness

You can read it here, under the cut, or you can read it on FF.net or AO3 ^^ Hope you enjoy!

MCQverse © @alainaprana
Geno, Error, Fresh © @loverofpiggies
Decans © @little-noko
Asy © @furgemancs
Ink © @comyet/ @myebi

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