Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.
Eddie continued to tend Richie’s wounds throughout the night, with the windows steaming up from the heat inside the room in contrast to the freezing air outside. After Richie’s warming words, Eddie barely formed words for an hour or so and solely focused upon fixing Richie up despite Richie’s protests to his cuts stinging and how he was being covered in superman bandages, but Eddie just rolled his eyes and chose to ignore the boy and his ways.
Richie had his head against the wall as he sat on the perfectly white carpet beneath him, he stared directly at his fingertips with a warm feeling in his stomach.
“So, you’re staying here, right?” Eddie asked, his legs folded upon his neat bed after cleaning away the first aid kit.
Richie drifted his gaze to Eddie, “I don’t have too, I just had no where to go.”
“You can stay!” Eddie quickly spoke, his words overflowing, “It’s just that I was wondering and, well, my Mom would flip shit if she saw you- so.. so I’ll have to hide you. We also only have my Dad’s old clothes, my clothes won’t fit.”
Richie managed to form a lop sided grin, listening to each melodic sound that came from Eddie Kaspbrak. Everything about the boy was phenomenal, overall outstanding. From his neat hair, to his messy mindset. From his soft brown eyes, to the crevice of his lips. Richie was in awe of what standards this boy had to even look in Richie Tozier’s way, never mind welcome him with open arms into his living space.
Admin: Candi Request:“Hello! could i request a smut where you and wonho hate each other? –
anon” Fandom: Monsta
X Member/reader: Wonho x Reader Genre/warning(s): smut, humiliation, strong language, dom!Wonho
(VERY DOM), choking, scratching, blood, ok let’s just say extremely hardcore
sex so it’ll be easier??? (trigger warning) Words: 4k (not even sorry) Authors note: Just a
heads up, this is really rough. I’m hella proud of this and I hope you enjoy
this. I adore writing Wonho smut BUT I ALSO WANNA WRITE FLUFF BECAUSE HE
DESERVES ALL THE LOVE. But yes, this is hella intense so like just a warning so
you won’t die? Or get offended. Basically rough sex, nowhere near vanilla so if
that’s what you’re expecting this is exactly NOT it. I’m not even sorry at how
dirty this is.
Scenario: Eight times Min Yoongi tells you he loves you Genre: Fluff and implied sexual activities Word Count: 5,154 Author’s Note: Inspired by R. McKinley’s “8 Ways To Say I Love You”
i. when he gets a little too drunk and calls you
The first time he lets those three damn little words escape his mouth, he had been drunk—swimming in the courage that could only be ignited by alcohol. The alcohol had been brought forth by Taehyung as a celebratory congratulations for another successful comeback. The guys had all figured what the hell, they deserved this break, even if the freedom that comes with downing shots only lasts so long, everyone jumped at the chance to let loose for a little while. At least, until the sun rises with the promise of a new day.
Yoongi loses count after his fifth shot, the night slowly blending into shared laughter, jokes, crude memories, and conversations about the short existence of human life. Jimin and Jungkook had drunk lots more than Yoongi—and Yoongi had downed a lot—and the pair of younger boys appear to be having a private conversation of their own. Hoseok is knocked out on the couch. Yoongi barely hears something about pigeons and black holes, before he dismisses himself out of the living room and into the hallway.
He can hear Taehyung, Seokjin, and Namjoon in another room, laughing over the sound of what could be a video game. Barely paying attention to any of that, Yoongi lazily manages to reach for the phone in his back pocket as he stops in the middle of the hallway to dial the only seven digits he’ll ever bother to memorize.
Summary:Peter takes the Reader in the shower after a training session ;)
Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault from Lust & Wrath.. I know people handle sexual assault differently so just know this is how the Reader handled it and she’s just one tough bitch not gonna let no man destroy her life when she has an awesome man AKA PETER. Swearing cause Tom swears IRL and I do too, SEX BABYYY LETS GET HOT AND… STEAMYYYY
Word Count: 3,000+
A/N: I WILL BE ADDING EMOTIONS TO THESE FICS. THESE EMOTIONS/FEELINGS ARE WHAT THE READERS OR CHARACTERS EXPERIENCE. JUST WANT TO THROW THAT OUT THERE :,) Pls don’t get mad at me /.\ Ps. go check out my friend’s blog @daddytom2013 give her some love for me (,:
P.S: I DON’T WRITE SMUT ABOUT 15 Y/O PETER. LEMME CLARIFY: HE WAS GRADUATING HIGHSCHOOL WHEN ENVY WAS PUT OUT. I WANT TO CLARIFY BECAUSE I WILL NEVER WRITE ABOUT A 15 Y/O HAVING SEX IN MY SMUTS. IT’S NOT RIGHT. IN MY OPINION. JUST KNOW IN MY UNIVERSE HE IS IN HIS 20′S AT THIS POINT. THANK YOU, THAT IS ALL :,)
“Peter you have training with Steve and Sam in ten minutes, you need to hurry to the training room” Karen’s voice fills the air of your bedroom. Crap I’m running late, I just got back from our spot with fresh flowers for the kitchen table. I picked a rose especially for my girl.
“I will be there shortly Karen, thank you” I reply fixing my black joggers on my waist. Pulling my shirt on followed by my hat putting it on backwards. I wore hats that way to keep my curls out of my face while I worked out. Looking over at our bed my girl laid there like she has for the past three months. Crying herself to sleep, having night terrors and crying during the day. The only time she would get up to move was to shower,eat or work in her lab. Then whenever she was done she would go right back to bed without a word.
“Angel, I won’t be back for a few hours then I’ll come back after, are you going to be okay?” I ask kneeling near the bed. I rub her cheek with my thumb. A tear falls down her cheek making my hand wet. Quickly I wipe away the others that fall giving her forehead a quick kiss. She sniffles causing a pain to happen in my chest. I hate seeing her like this for so long. No one can tell her what to do because they didn’t experience what she did that awful night.
“You don’t have to pity me Peter, it’s been three months since that night” she whispers pulling the blankets closer to her chest. Shock plastered on my facial features. This was the first time she spoke to me since then. Her voice sounded like music to my ears.
“Pity you? You’re my girlfriend, the love of my life.. you got assaulted and I saw it with my own eyes..” my voice rising a bit. How could she think you pity her? You love her more than life itself. She is what I think about when I wake up and before I go to bed.
“I haven’t let you sleep with me since then.. you’re probably tired of me now, I’m used” her voice breaks as she turns her back to you. A sob comes from her shaking covered body. Wanting so badly to pull her into your chest but she doesn’t let me do that much anymore without getting stiff or flinching. It’s been so hard when she distanced herself from me.
“You’re everything to me Angel.. I wish you would let me show how much of a rare gem you are, even if not I would wait as long as I needed to” Placing one more kiss to the back of her head I place a rose on the nightstand beside our bed. Heading out of the room I tell Karen to play some Halsey for her while I’m away. Karen wishes me luck with training before playing the playlist.
“Peter focus!” my eyes snap to the voice seeing Steve and Sam looking at me. Steve looked concerned and Sam was waving his hands around. Thankfully Tony wasn’t here or he would make the training hell.
“I-I’m okay guys sorry, what’s next?” I ask re wrapping my hands,the wrap was starting to get loose. Steve and Sam look at each other almost having a silent conversation but with their eyes.Sam walks over placing a hand on my shoulder pausing before he speaks.
“I know this is still a tough subject but I want you to punch this bag as many times you can.. Imagine it was that man” I grit my teeth nodding at his request. He pats my back urging me to start. I charge at the bag jabbing it hard imagining the man’s face. Minutes go by as I continue to hit the punching bag. My breathing getting heavy as I kept going. The only thing that kept me going was my girl, my sweet sweet angel.
“C’mon Peter harder c’mon man you got this” Sam cheers next to Steve. You could feel Steve’s stare boring into your skin only making you push harder. Fists slamming into the bag at a faster pace,feeling every muscle engaging to it’s full capacity. Grunts falling past my lips feeling the pain spread through my arms.
Letting out a scream I punch it so hard it snaps off the chain flying towards the wall. Colliding into the wall it hits the floor with a thud. My chest heaving up and down as I collapse to the ground. A feeling grows in my chest, it was regret. If only I had stayed with her maybe she wouldn’t of have been targeted. If only I was quicker maybe I could have stopped him from raping her. All the what ifs filled my mind as I tried controlling my breathing.
“Let me get another bag, I’ll be back” Steve says heading to the spare room. Sam walks over sitting down next to me. Him and Bucky normally picked on you but there were moments where he felt like an older brother. Tony could barely talk to you because he was still upset the situation happened over the men wanting supplies from his corporation. He feels more to blame than how I feel of not getting there in time.
“Peter, man you know I didn’t mean to make you upset… we just need you working to your fullest potential. This is a hard time for you,Tony and your angel.. how’s she doing ?” He asks rubbing my back a sympathetic look on his face.
“Not good.. She told me today she thought I’m tired of her just because we haven’t had sex since the incident.. She feels used because of that fucking bastard.. Today was the first time she talked to me since then” my hands running through my hair. I hated to cry but it felt so good as the tears fell. Sam patted my back as the tears fell onto the matted flooring.
“You are her world Peter, it’s natural for a woman to feel like that.. She’s yours and she felt like someone took that part of her away and that you probably don’t want a woman who was taken that way.. You just need to show her that even after the months of silence you’re still her one and only.” He gives me a smile lifting his goggles to his forehead. Helping me up from the ground I pull him into a hug.
“T-thank you Sam” I whisper as he squeezes me tightly before letting go. Steve comes back in carrying two punching bags. Letting them down with a thud he preps a new chain for the new bag.
“Now that we have you where we want you, let’s do more boxing then take it into combat practice mode, cool?” He grins in your direction.
“If I get to kick your ass then hell yeah” Laughing as I punch my right hand into my left palm.
“There’s the Parker I know” Steve smiles making Sam chuckle.
“Babe I’m back” you hear Peter’s voice fill your apartment. You were currently looking at yourself in the mirror. The redness in your cheeks from crying, you looked like a damn mess. Holding your rose that Peter gave you earlier in your shaking hands.
You couldn’t even respond like you used to. Your body felt numb and your voice non existent.
“Angel.. Please look at me” his voice begs as his finger tilts your chin in his direction.Opening your eyes you looked at Peter whose eyes looked pained. His normally happy self seemed so melancholy.
“Babygirl, please say something.. It felt so good to hear the sound of your voice today.. I love the sound of it and you talking to me..” His arms slowly wrapping around your body. They pulled you close to him,feeling his warmth engulfing you. You’ve missed this. Yet you felt better by yourself the past three months.
“I-I’m sorry Peter.. You’ve been trying to talk to me and I hate that I couldn’t talk to you I just feel like my whole body is numb.. I’ve m-missed you so much and I loved all the flowers you gave me everyday” my voice feeling like it was jumbled as tears started forming. His lips pressed against your head. The feeling so comforting and soothing. It was hard the few months you distanced yourself from him.
“I missed you more Angel, I can’t believe you thought I would leave you after that… you aren’t used cause you’re my girl no matter what happens.” He places his hands on your cheeks. The warmth of his hands making you close your eyes. Tilting your head into his palms sighing, you felt safe.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me” I whisper holding onto him tighter. I could feel his muscles through his shirt. The definition of his muscles was clear as your hands slid down his back.
“I will never leave you,like I said you’re everything to me” Lips press against yours, the feeling hitting you like a bag of bricks. You needed him more than you thought. The intense feeling waking up your whole body. Pulling his shirt as he deepens the kiss. It wasn’t forceful but it was full of love. The kiss reminding you that Peter is there for you through thick and thin. Even after these months went by he never changed.
“God you need a shower” you laugh as your nose scrunches up. You trying to pull away only to be pulled back to his body.
“Well after you hugging me now you do too, c’mon let’s save water” He winks pulling you towards the master bathroom. It felt so good to have his hand in mine. Following behind him he heads to the touch screen next to the shower.
Peter touches the buttons to get the temperature and water pressure right. Lifting his shirt off slowly he throws it to the floor. My eyes looking at the muscles move when he made movements. The way his joggers hung dangerously low on his hips. Looking at the V muscle showing making me want to kiss my way down. The sight made me want to do so many things. He is like a sexual piece of art that you can look at.
“C’mon angel let’s get you undressed” his hands find your waist lifting his shirt you had on. Peter tossed your shirt into a pile. You weren’t wearing a bra so your breasts were exposed. Feeling his lips ghost over your skin. Placing kisses slowly down your body. He unties the string on your shorts slipping them down along with your panties. Kisses placed on your hips before he slowly stood back up.
“Peter, p-please” I gasp out at the feeling of his lips kissing up to the shell of your ear. You were desperate with need. Your arms snaked around his neck,hands getting lost in his curls. He pulled down his joggers stepping out of them. His lips still sucking and biting the skin of your neck.
“I’ve missed you so much” Peter’s voice sounded so pained,you hated that you caused him pain.He swiftly lifts you up heading towards the walk in shower. Music still playing in the background as he carried you in. Your eyes were taking in his features, you haven’t looked at him like this in what seemed like forever. The intimate eye contact made your heart flutter.
“I-I’m sorry P-”
“You have nothing to be sorry about Angel..” Your back is pressed against the tile wall. He sets you down so you’re standing in front of him. Peter’s lips left a trail of hot kisses from your neck down between your breasts. Your hand going to his curls trying to hold onto something else besides the wall. The look in his eyes as he made his way down made your heart pound harder. How he was kissing your skin seemed like he was trying to kiss away all the pain you had for that span of time.
His fingers ghosting their way down from your breasts. Fingertips sliding down your skin to your hips. The pads of his thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips making you twitch under his touch. Lifting your left leg he places it over his shoulder. Light kisses being placed from the top of your inner thigh slowly going down.
His teeth nip at your skin causing a moan to come out. You loved it when he was like this but it was also torture waiting in anticipation. His hands gripped your thigh tighter as he got closer to your core. Peter’s right hand kept your hips still so you wouldn’t move. Your legs felt wobbly but he kept you standing. His tongue licks your core slowly while still looking up at you. A whimper comes out as he flicks his tongue on your clit.
Hands tighten in his hair as he keeps eye contact with you. The steam in the shower making it slightly harder to breathe. Your hips moving as you grinded against his tongue. He slowly inserts a finger in pumping slowly in and out of you. Another followed shortly after making you moan his name out repeatedly. His fingers curling inside sent a wave of pleasure washing over you. Peter hit-s your g-spot making your fingers grip his curls more.
“P-lease… make love to me Peter. I c-can’t wait anymore” you gasp out with tears in your eyes. He gives one last kiss to your clit withdrawing his fingers from you. Standing he looks down at you eyes dark with arousal.
The water hitting Peter made his curls drip with water. Watching as droplets slide down his fit body made you bite your lip.He lets your left leg down. Your right leg held now in the crook of his left arm. He takes his cock rubbing it up and down your slit slowly. The action making you pant even more in the heated shower.
Looking down you watch as his cock slides into you. A groan slips out of Peter’s lips as he enters you. Your right hand gripping his shoulder from the pleasure that sparked inside you. His right hand cups your cheek gently as his thrusts go deep and slow.
“Fuck.. K-keep your eyes on me Angel..” your eyes fluttered open, his gaze trapping yours. Moans slip out as your back hits the wall a bit the pain and pleasure starting to mix together.
“Pe-Peter” I whimper as his thrusts start getting faster. Grunts escaped his lips as his pelvis smacked against yours. The feeling of him pumping in and out of you felt so good after so long of not having anything.
“God you feel so good,you’re my girl,my one and only” he whispers resting his right forearm against the wall. My hand slides down from his hair and goes down to stay at his chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my palm.
“Please know I will never abandon you, I’m here for you through thick and thin.. Whatever comes our way we can get through it together” Peter presses kisses on your jaw heading down to your bruised neck.
“I-I love you Peter” I gasp out when I feel his thumb rubbing fast circles against my clit. Your thighs start to shake as pleasure fills your entire body. Puffs of air escaped you as you could feel the edge coming quickly.
“I love you more Angel, m-more than you can imagine” he groans as his thrusts start become sloppier.His hands grasp your hips pulling you against him the same time he thrusts causing himself to go deeper. The sound of both of your moans filled the bathroom air echoing off the tile walls. Looking to the side the whole master bathroom was filled with steam from the hot water that pelted against both of your bodies.
“I’m gonna c-cum” I moan tilting my head back. His lips attached onto the base of my neck. The feeling of him sucking, and biting left you breathless. Reaching down I start rubbing my clit earning a moan from Peter. The pleasure taking over my body as I came hard. Holding onto Peter for dear life as he came after my release. His lips press onto mine in a desperate kiss pulling my body flush against his.
“I can’t feel my legs” I breathe out holding onto Peter.
“Peter, Mr. Stark tried shutting down your Do Not Disturb Protocol because he needs to- uh oh he broke into the apartment” Karen’s voice sounds scared.
“He broke in?!” I shout trying to stand only to slip and fall hard on the floor.
“Fuck this isn’t good” Peter scrambles rushing towards the screen turning off the shower. This situation could only get worse from here.
“Peter we have to talk this instant , what the hell is this Do Not Disturb Protocol abo-” The door slams open causing me to yelp out in fear at the sound of the door banging against the wall.
“Mr. Stark you have to get out!” Peter covers himself as I glared up at him trying to hide but there was no point.
“You’re sleeping with my daughter and keeping record in Karen’s system?! Wha-” Tony’s voice raises but he stops at what he’s about to say next.
“DAUGHTER?” I ask in disbelief looking between the two of them.
Peter still covering himself as he grabs our towels. Snatching the towel I cover myself up. Tony had his eyes covered while the two of you put your towels on. You could barely stand from what you just went through but the adrenaline of the situation helped.
“Angel, I-” Peter grasps your wrist trying to pull you to him.
“What the hell Peter” ripping my hand out of his,I walk past Tony embarrassed as hell.
Grabbing a pair of clothes I go to our front door. It had a blasted hole into it near the handle. Changing in the extra bathroom I get inside Peter’s hoodie. Running out of the apartment and down the hall. Hearing snickers I saw Sam and Bucky in the hallway with grins. I give them a eat shit and die look before getting the elevator.
“What the hell Tony! Is that seriously the way you wanted to tell her that she’s your daughter” I spat at him earning a quick slap to the face.
“No it wasn’t , it slipped out..” He groans walking out of the bathroom.
“Well I’m going to change and if you care to JOIN me, you can explain everything so my girlfriend doesn’t HATE me.” I say pulling clothes out of the drawer.Throwing on my clothes quickly I mentally slap myself for the situation.
“Do I HAVE to.. ?” Tony says digging his shoe into the carpet.
“Tony, you’re GOING!” I snap pulling his sweater knowing exactly where she took off to.
Thank you so much for the request, I think that all of BTS would love the girl for who they are, despite their weight, so I’m gonna do you a small scenario with each member! I hope that’s okay, I just don’t want it to be repetitive.
Whilst Namjoon was showering, you opened your silk robe to reveal the lingerie you had gotten not long ago. A sigh left your parted lips as you looked at your body. You had always hated your body, always been on the ‘thick’ side rather than super skinny like all those beautiful girl idols. As soon as you heard Namjoon open the bathroom door you quickly closed your robe and climbed into bed under the covers.
i’m working on part for forbidden but i was in the mood for angst harry so i felt like writing this. hope you like xx
You couldn’t help it. He was always there and you couldn’t stop yourself from falling for him. He made you feel loved and happy. He made you feel wanted when his plush red lips would skim your body. He made you laugh over the most obnoxious things.
You were falling for him. That was a big problem.
You started off as just a hook up. The both of you agreed on having no emotional aspects of a relationship. Just sex.
You had met him at a bar a few months back and immediately felt some kind of attraction towards him. Definitely a physical attraction. And you know he felt the same when you saw his sea green eyes swirling with lust as they scanned over your body, lingering a little too long on certain places.
Summary: When your boyfriend Bucky comes back from a mission all you want to do it’s to spent the day cuddling with him and make up for the lost time. Unfortunately, life has other plans and Bucky is called to work right away.
This is my submission for @buckthegrump writing challenge where my prompt was “Or you could…ya know, stay?”
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Full of fluffy and very sexual it is not a smut but there is dirty talking on it
You wake up with the bed moving, you groan annoyed at the disturbance. You are definitely not ready to get up, last night you barely slept waiting for Bucky to get home from a mission. When he got home he was, dirty, starving and with bruises all over his body.
It was safe to say that you only manage to go to be around 4 am when you were sure that he was fine. Well as much as he could be after a mission.
“Morning, babe.” You hear Bucky saying behind you, you feel his human hand rest on your hip as he starts to kiss your neck “Morning, Jamie… What time is it?” All you want to do is sleep all day with him by your side “Almost, 10 am… I would say that we overslept but that would be a lie.”
“Of course I’m mad at you, Jason!” You sigh, slumping down onto the couch of the living room of your shared apartment, running a hand through your hair as you nervously avoid eye contact with your boyfriend. “I never see you anymore. If you’re not on patrol then you’re with her–you’re never home! Never here with me!”
“She’s only a friend, Y/N,” Jason frowns, softly taking a seat beside you with delicate movements. His large and calloused hand lands gently on your knee, fingers curving around the bend of your leg. “I promise.”
You don’t say anything, your eyes trained on the coffee table placed in front of the two of you. It had been longer than you’d liked to admit before you had snapped and yelled at him. In an almost childish move of anger and heartache you had decided to give your best shot at annoying the heck out of Jason by giving him what you hoped would be one of your most stubborn silent treatments.
Minutes pass as you sit in silence, your eyes unmoving from the table as you tried your hardest not to cave in. The man you loved sat beside you, patiently waiting for you to say anything that would reassure him of your love for him. But it didn’t come.
Your eyes water as you remember all the times you had fallen asleep alone. All the times you had woken up without the warmth of Jason’s body curled around yours like you had done so many times weeks before. You hardly remembered the last time you had kissed. You remember the sleepless nights, staying awake as you waited for Jason to come home only to fall asleep and wake up to a vacant apartment.
You remembered the moment Jason had introduced you to his friend. She was beautiful and you hadn’t failed to notice so. You remembered the way she looked at your boyfriend, her gaze longing and filled with almost as much love for him as yours. The girl was the sister of one of Jason’s closer allies and he had been tasked as help to make sure she stayed safe for the first few weeks of her new life in Gotham City. You remembered how you had happily welcomed the thought of Jason helping her settle down.
Your heart ached as you realised that it had almost been two weeks since she moved here. There was no need for Jason to be spending so much time with her. You could only think of one possible reason.
“Stop ignoring me…”
You run your palms over your face, blinking away tears that threatened to fall. Ignoring the pounding of your heart in your chest and the feeling that you were going to spill your insides out, you take a deep breath. “Just friends?” You ask, your heart breaking as he nods with a blank expression. You almost wince at the lie.
Jason hated this. He knew it was only his fault that he had found himself in this situation. It wasn’t like he wanted to hurt you because he really didn’t. A gut wrenching feeling stirred in the pit of his stomach as he cursed at his luck. Of course, just as he broke off whatever had been happening between him and this girl, his relationship with you would come crumbling down on him. It was almost as if he could hear your heart snap.
It tore him apart to think of all the wasted hours that he had spent with her when he could have spent them with you instead. He was so caught up in her that he failed to realise just how much he missed you. Just how much he needed you in his arms.
Jason was too caught up in the idea of her beauty and charm that he had forgotten that he had the most beautiful and most charming person in his world waiting for him to come back home.
“That’s not what Artemis told me, Jason,” Your eyes finally meet his. He noticeably flinches under your gaze. Jason could see the pain and heartache he had put you through. “She told me that the two of you were pretty damn close.”
“Y/N, I need you to listen-”
“No. Jason, I wasted so much time waiting for you to come around. I wasted so much time so that I could give you a chance.” You let your tears fall, the wet substance tasting salty on your lips. “I can’t do this anymore, Jay. I’m tired–I’m so exhausted and I-and I tried so hard to keep moving forward with us but I can’t anymore.”
“Please, Y/N,” Jason’s hands move to take yours into his, his own eyes watering as the scalding words fall from your lips. He wasn’t going to give up. “I-I made a mistake. And dammit, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry, baby.”
“I thought about us, Jason. You–you obviously don’t love me anymore and she-she’s obviously got your heart the way that I once had it.” You let out a quiet sob as you watch him shake his head, tears staining his cheeks as he gazed at you with agonizing eyes. “She must have been able to give you so much more than I could.”
“No. No, don’t say that,” Jason runs a hand through his hair, his blood running cold with fear of the consequences of his mistakes. “I love you and I always will. How could–”
“Her hair is longer. Her eyes are prettier. Her teeth are straighter. Her skin is clearer. Her laugh is cuter. If I were you, I wouldn’t choose me either.”
Jason purses his lips as he pulls you into his chest, his tears falling onto your hair as he cried. He was sure you could hear the cracks forming in his heart, your ear pressed against the positioning of his heart. He scolds himself silently for letting you come to think like this. The amount of pain that had laced your voice was enough to make him want to curl up under the sheets of your shared bed with you held tightly in his arms until the both of you grow old.
“Y/N,” Jason almost hiccups. “You’re so much more than she’ll ever be to me. Yes, she was stunning. Yes, she was beautiful. But she could never compare to you. God, Y/N, I’m so sorry I didn’t realise sooner because dammit we were so perfect before I-before I fucked up so badly.”
He lets your tears fall onto his chest, your arms wrapping around him as you curled into him. Jason’s hands hold you tightly, his strong arms pulling you as close to him as possible. Jason was going to make sure you never felt this way again. He wanted you to be the happiest you had ever been with him and this was finally the moment he had realised just how much he needed to cherish you. Jason wouldn’t ever let you fall asleep alone again and he would make sure that he was by your side every morning that you would wake.
A/n: I dunno how good this is and I’m sorry this took forever and I told my friend that If I didn’t get it done, he could pour chocolate milk in my hair
You froze in place, staring at Loki’s pale skin rapidly turning blue in awe. You’d never seen this before. However, Loki had mentioned him being a frost giant briefly. This must be a part of his true blood. You suddenly felt a burning sensation in your hand and pulled away quickly, hearing a small sizzling sound. You were touching his hand with yours only slightly, and a small burn mark now rested there. You winced in pain and realised you should probably wake him up.
sorry in advance for any grammar/spelling mistakes
You could hear the bass from a block away. It was practically shaking the whole neighborhood. With every step you took, your heart beat harder and harder. You know you had nothing to be nervous about, but you couldn’t stop worrying. About what exactly? You had no idea. You wished that you were as excited about this party as your dad was when you asked for permission to go. He was practically pushing you out the door when it was time to leave. Good old dad. You knew he was only trying to help out, but you couldn’t help but wish he would stay out of your personal life from time to time.
The house slowly revealed itself as you turned a corner, if you could even call it a house. The place was huge! It was like a mansion was eaten by an even bigger mansion. Teenagers were sprawled across the front lawn, and even more could be heard from inside. Your insides churned at thought of being among all those people.
So it’s late and I’m quite tired but I really wanted to write this so…Yeah. Written in 7 minutes (in two part, like I started to wrote it late at night yesterday, finished this morning), by a very tired Ella (you know I’m tired when I’m referring to myself with the third person), I hope you’ll like it, especially you@homework-is-the-real-killer :
Warning : tiny bit TINY bit NSFW
Yes I know he’s more around 6′2″/6′3″ in the comics, changed it for a few reasons, the first one because I wanted the reader to really be average sized, cause I think it’s funny that they’d all call her “short” when she really isn’t HOWEVER I’ll write a story soon with his actual height and and actual really short reader, like around 5′0″ or under :-). Boom.
As soon as those words get out of his mouth, he regrets it. Oh and by the look on your face, he knows he’s right to…
-What did you say ?
The Batman is nervous. You made the Batman nervous, with your glare and the hint of danger in your eyes. You approach him. Him and his damn giant frame.
He’s not wrong, of course. You are miniature. At least compared to him. With his 6 foot 7, he’s towering quite high above you but…he’s not entirely right.
You can totally fight him, and oh you will.
You know you’re short.
Well…That’s not exactly true.
You know you’re short compared to your husband and sons.
Hell, even compared to Alfred. The butler was actually quite tall. You always had to twist your neck up to look at him in the eyes while talking to him.
Your height is actually average for a woman, but your husband is a damn giant, and your sons are too.
Bruce is over a good foot taller than you, and so is Jason. Dick is exactly 10 inches taller, and Tim around 7. But it’s really when your youngest son, Damian, your baby, your eleven years old little boy started to rise above you of almost 2 inches that you realized that…Well, yes.
In this family, you were a short one.
This spurred a few teasing, and some “you’re so cute my tiny mom/wife” but nothing more (mostly because your sons and husband were afraid of your sarcasm and wits), just nice little jokes that made you feel loved for your shortness…
But you had to admit that sometimes, them being so tall and you not being a supermodel sized woman…could make things a bit awkward.
You were thinking about that, sitting in the Manor’s library.
About how Bruce always had to bend down to kiss you, and you had to go on your tip toes to be able to reach when he bend down.
How when paparazzis were taking pictures sometimes you wouldn’t even be on it because they only had Bruce’s back and he was somehow shielding you with his massive frame (that, was a good thing)…
How even when you had high heels on, you still wouldn’t be tall enough.
BTS Reactions - You have a fight but wake up cuddling
You stare hard at your boyfriend, jaw clenched as you try to make him back down first. When it’s clear he’s willing to stand here all night, you turn away and go into your bedroom, slamming the door hard behind you. You tear your clothes off and shove an oversized t-shirt on before getting into bed. You turn your back to the door as mull over the stupid fight you started over never spending alone time with him anymore. At some point, you hear him come in and get into bed, but he stays strictly on his side of the bed too.
In the morning, you stir at the sound of shifting directly next to your ear. You try to move, but find yourself trapped by a pair of strong arms - your boyfriend, who is wrapped around your body. Your legs are tangled up under the covers, and your head is resting on his chest, his arms loosely around your waist. You can tell he’s waking up, because he’s groaning with sleep.
He grins big and shakes his head. “Ah, ah, ah I won’t tell you that.” He kisses you, lips pressing firmly against yours. His other hand leaves the wall and he pulls your flush against him. He’s kissing, licking, biting his way into your mouth. You moan softly because he feels so good, his mouth is so hot and fits against yours perfectly. You’re body feels like it’s becoming super heated and you can’t think straight. All you can focus on his chasing his tongue with your own as your hands find their way to his chest, sliding open that stupid black denim jacket. He’s solid muscle beneath the soft black t-shirt and your imagination runs wild. What was he doing to you to make you want him so bad? You body was practically screaming to be on top of his. You’re panting, whimpering against him, silently begging for more and he grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back to kiss his way down your throat. “There’s a catch,” he says between kisses, his hand on your side sliding down into your pajama pants and palming at your ass, “I want these ones.”
Shawn pushes you back on your bed and smirks down at you. He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it aside before crawling over you, kissing you, biting your lips and rolling his hips against yours. He slides a hand down the front of your sleep pants and rubs your through your panties. You’re throbbing, wet, and so ready for him to touch you the way no one else has. “You’re so sweet,” he mumbles, nipping at your jaw as he slides his hand down into your panties. His touch makes you jump and you hadn’t realized you would be so sensitive when it wasn’t your own hand.
You roll your hips up into his fingers as they work over your clit. Each time he squeezes that little bud just right you feel heat flood through your body. You’re panting, mewling for him to touch you more. It’s ridiculous how gone you are for him when you hated his guts only a week or so ago. Shawn slides his middle finger into you slowly and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. It’s unlike anything you’d imagined. You’d only ever used your vibrator on your clit to get off.
“Damn, are you a…” Shawn trails off and stills his hand against you.
“Yeah,” you flush, a little embarrassed that you were nearly twenty one and hadn’t gotten to second base with a guy yet. School always came first and the few guys you dated didn’t get the chance to try and get in your pants. Maybe you came off as a shrewd. Maybe you didn’t give the right hints. Or maybe they just weren’t the right guys.
Pairing: Ethan Nestor x fem!reader, fem!reader x best friend!Amy and best friend!Kathryn
Word Count: 1570
Summary: Requested. I adore your blog. Can I request an Ethan x reader where the reader is a YouTuber and won’t do the smash or pass challenge bc she has a crush on Ethan so Kathryn and Amy and the reader are having like a sleepover and they do that to the reader and when they mention Ethan she gets all embarrassed and says smash and admits she has a crush on him and Ethan overhears and then fluff happens. Sorry if this is too specific but I love your fics!!
Warnings: Swearing! A little inappropriate! Please watch out, innocent eyes!
If there was one place that was a more accepting environment than anything, it was the youtube community. Despite some hate, there was always people who created a loving place where everyone was invited and could be themselves. This was especially true for small channels, such as your own. And especially when you collaborated with other small channels.
This week, yourself and Ethan, from Crankgameplays, were doing a small play through of Would You Rather. It was a silly thing, sitting across from each other reading the questions which prompted more specific thoughts than you imagined. The twist, however, was if you were in the majority of votes, you got to draw whatever you wanted on the other persons face without lifting the pen; and vice versa. However, right at the begging, you had to establish some rules.
“Ethan!” You yelped, pulling far away as you smacked his arm. He was practically red in the face as he laughed, the jumbo liner in his hand shaking. “You cannot draw a dick on my face!”
“This is what you wanted! You practically forced me!”
“By what? Putting the pen in your hand?!”
In the end, you forced Ethan to turn the two circles into a heart, one that took up the top half of your face, straight down the middle. As the game continued, the drawings went from goofy to more and more detailed, yourself and Ethan turning into walking canvases. In a particularly detailed drawing, you were drawing gears that looked like they were coming out of his face, you grabbed his face, practically pulling him against your chest so you could get a better angle. Standing over him, concentrating so hard you didn’t notice Ethan’s face progressively getting redder by the second, completely eye level with your throat and collar bones. Or, more importantly, the dip of your shirt.
“There!” You sat with a huff, falling back into your chair with a smile. You couldn’t help the fur between your brows as you finally took notice of Ethan’s red face. “Hey, you okay?” Ethan gave you a big smile, nodding slightly.
“Yeah, just a little warm. Mind turning on that fan for me.” A light blush filled your cheeks as he gave you a genuine smile, stirring the feelings inside your heart. Once the fan was on, the video resumed without a hitch. Turning to the camera, tears practically streaming out of your eyes as you observed the detailed mustache you drew on Ethan, you began to do your outro.
“Thank you all so much for being here! I’ll see you in the video. Aaaaaaand….Signing off!” With a single salute, you were about to finish the recording, but Ethan was quick to throw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. You began laughing as he shook you around, tickling your sides, trying to add another drawing to your face that you just knew would get your flagged. You always loved recording with Ethan; not just because the feeling he gave you deep in the pit of your stomach, but because he could easily distract that feeling with the side splitting laughter that always left you clutching your sides.
You spent most of the rest of the day editing the video. It wasn’t originally supposed to go up until the following day, but you just couldn’t help it. Filming with Ethan always gave you the best content. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as your picked pieces of the footage to put in the final edit, watching as you goofed around, playfully nudging and joking around. Yet, there was this one part that you couldn’t take your eyes off of. It was when Ethan has suddenly got very warm within your room, his face going red. On the screen, you were out of camera, only your body in the frame. Ethan’s eyes were completely forced forwards, glancing between the curve of your neck, and the dip in your shirt. You felt you cheeks heat up, doubt swirling in your mind. Yet, nothing could hide the truth from playing right in front of you.
He’s still a young adult, you thought, he’s attracted to every woman in a low cut shirt.
These thoughts, however, didn’t stop you from watching the clip over and over, analysing every detail of it. In fact, you were so engrossed in it, that you didn’t notice Kathryn sneaking up behind you. With a small jump, she placed both of her hands on your shoulders, nearly making you jump out of your skin.
“Eep! Kathryn!” You quickly minimized your screen, spinning in your chair so fast you forgot about the huge headphones covering your ears, which caused them to rip right off your head. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Kathryn, however, didn’t notice, as she was practically hunched over with laughter. “Jerk.”
“Come on, don’t be like that. I was just coming to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with Amy and I.” She didn’t have to ask you twice. You needed a break, something to take your mind off the blue haired boy that constantly invaded your thoughts. Nearly sprinting to the living room, Amy was already there, warm sweater wrapped around her, and a blanket draped over her legs. She had a cup of tea in her hands, which she daintily blew on before taking a sip. You swear, you’ve never seen such a soft, swan-like human before meeting Amy. However, her quiet and gentle moment was destroyed by yourself and Kathryn barreling into the room, jumping onto the nearest couches with bowls of popcorn and your own assorted beverages.
It wasn’t until half way before the movie before Kathryn spoke of the video she had spotted you studying.
“So, you and Ethan made a video, huh. Looked pretty interesting.” She lightly snickered to herself, taking another sip of her drink. You blushed bright red, angrily glaring at her. Amy, of course, immediately caught the tone in her friends voice.
“Ooooh. What video would this be, hmm? Something for your fandom to latch onto?”
“It’s nothing like that. Ethan was just watching me draw on his face.” You tried to be nonchalant, you really did. But around your best friends, you couldn’t hold together the lie. “Okay, I caught Ethan on video checking me out. But, before you say anything, I’m a hundred percent sure it’s because he had nowhere else to look. Really, its my fault. I didn’t even give the poor fella a chance.” Amy hit you with her skeptical look, while Kathryn scoffed next to you. “Look, it doesn’t even matter anyway. Even if he did, there’s no way he would ever return my feelings.” Amy and Kathryn were immediately at full attention, both turning their bodies so they could look at you directly. Amy opened her house, ready for questioning, but the voice that came out was not hers.
“You like me?” All three of you whipped your head around, a very surprised blue boy standing at the archway, a single cup of ice water clinking in his hand. You immediately stood, blanket falling from your lap to a puddle around your feet. “You actually like me?”
“Ethan! Oh my god. No, wait, you got it all wrong. When I said return my feelings, I meant like feelings of friendship and trust!” With each rushed word you stepped closer, trying so hard to fix your mistake and salvage your beloved friendship. However, Ethan just continued to stare, his eyes trailing your every move.
“So, you don’t like me?” Your mouth opened and closed, trying desperately, but you couldn’t make him unhear everything that you had said as he walked past your girls night to the kitchen. With a defeated sigh, you simply hung your head and nodded. There was three beats in the next second. One, a footstep. Two, a clink of glass on glass. Three, your gasp as Ethan forced your head up to place his lips upon yours. You had no hesitation before kissing back, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer, closer, closer. By his arms, his shoulders, his hair. He pulled as close to him as possible, kissing the breath right out of your lungs. The shock on your friends faces were completely ignored as you continued to kiss. Finally. Finally, he was yours.
Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you
Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.
It all had started after the night Yoongi and you had sex for the first time.
The thoughts of that night were consuming, if you closed your eyes, or even with your eyes wide open the memories of it were as vivid as if it had just happened, as you brushed your hair and saw your reflection in the mirror you had to admit your attention was no longer on getting ready to go out as the way Yoongi had held you occupied every single spot on your mind; the way his hands had caressed every single part of your skin setting every nerve on fire, the feeling of him inside of you, the sounds you had made, what you provoked in him and of course, his eyes on you, a dark and exquisite delight that had you yearning for it more than you should.
You knew sex with him would be different from any other experience that you previously had, Yoongi was a demon, and for demons sex alluded a whole new level of sensations; sensations that he had let you feel.
You shuddered at the thought, trying to fight back the wave of heat that ran through your whole body. Because now you were aware that at that night Yoongi had done something that let him sense, if he wished, whatever happened to you, what you were feeling.
It was a black mark that you had only noticed two days ago when you felt something itching at the back of your neck; but that he had done to you a week ago at his place. Yoongi had thought he could get away with you having it and not seeing it. You had confronted him about it the same day you found out, and when you learned what the mark could do you were baffled, he had stepped over a limit for you. Yoongi had blatantly answered that he was a demon and had no limits nor morals. It was a furious battle that unfortunately you hadn’t won, yet.
Caressing your nape, you felt the spot where the mark was, an intricate circle that swirled in beautiful arabesques. The mark, that looked like a well made tattoo, was placed on your nape just below your hair line, where Yoongi had bit you that time but you had thought it was just out of the heat of the moment, you remembered the whimper you had let out at that precise moment, followed by Yoongi’s husky groans. Your cheeks flushed and you shook your head once more. Through it Yoongi could know if you were happy or afraid, if you were in danger or even if you felt… aroused. So you tried to stay calm and not give him any more reasons to be smug. Because he’d know.
You wanted the mark out, because as much as you liked how he could make you feel everything magnified during sex through it, you absolutely hated that your privacy was diminished to nothing. Yoongi had been rather elusive about the mark, telling it was only for your protection, which you believed, but it still made you feel uncomfortable, you wanted it gone.
You continued brushing your hair, now looking at your reflection, but instead of only seeing yourself your eyes caught a shadow, it moved behind you hiding when you focused on it. You were no longer alone in your apartment.
Jumping to your feet you looked around for something to use as a weapon, you knew it couldn’t be Yoongi, he wouldn’t bother scaring you like this. Your heart beat faster as you felt the creeping sensation of fear start. The only weapon you had in hand was your hair dryer, so you grabbed that.
The shadow, that had previously disappeared, got into the light, revealing to be a young guy, more or less your age that you could have confused with a college student, but there was something off about him, he exuded the same aura that you had seen in Yoongi’s companions. Albeit him looking kind of angelic with fluffy honey hair and soft features you knew better. He was also a demon.
Could you please write more Matt Murdock Smut? I have a mighty need and nobody really writes those kinds of things. A request I have in mind would be something along the lines of; Matt and Reader are good friends who had more than a few one-night stands so they don’t know their positions. Reader gets fed up and ends up with another dude and Matt gets angry thinking they had a thing. Just a bunch of angst and fluff
You stumbled through the door of your friend Matt Murdock’s apartment, giggling loudly about something you saw at the bar.
“I can’t believe that guy fell of the table,” you laughed, remembering how the drinks went flying as the wannabe dancer took a tumble. Matt chuckled along with you, his hand on your lower back, guiding you so you didn’t trip in your heels.