this is what happens when i take a shower

what they don’t always tell you about T within informed consent sheets, a better post

since the one going around is filled with blatant misinformation and exaggerated tales of horror to the point that i question whether its intent was good.

the first thing to expect, is that your experience will be unique. there are hundreds of factors to how hormones change your body, and while you will find people with experiences like yours, you will have a different experience. so while this is a general guideline, your experience may be that you don’t experience these things, or that you experience them with intensity. it’s so, so varied. 99% of the stuff they put on informed consent forms is prefaced with ‘YOU MIGHT -’. 

  1. regarding the smells, yes! you will smell different! that is a fact. the hormones are different in your body now, you will start to smell more like what you’d expect from people who have similar amounts of testosterone in their bodies. it can be a little weird, but it’s nothing that deodorant (and sometimes cologne, if you want!) won’t cover up and it’s nothing that’s abnormal and it’s nothing that every other human being doesn’t experience. everyone smells! you just happen to smell different than you used to.
  2. when facial hair grows, when hair everywhere else grows, you can get itchy. my face gets itchy, my head gets itchy, especially when it’s hot it can get frustrating, but it’s no cause for panic. some people might get itchier than others, but it’s just something you’ll deal with and it’s not all that bad. you’ll get used to it and think about it less and less as your body situates.
  3. binding, as with any thing you put on your chest, can cause acne! i’ve seen no difference in wearing sport bras and binders in regards to acne, i’m a DD chest, it’s just what happens when you sweat and compress your chest. having some acne between your boobs is normal, having some on your back is normal, just try to leave it alone and take showers (you can take showers without washing your hair every day if that’s an option!), it’ll be okay.
  4. as with, well, puberty, you’re going to have ups and downs of hunger. sometimes i can just never stop eating! sometimes i don’t feel hungry at all. it’s good to keep track of how much you eat generally and try not to overeat, but you might get cravings for more carb-heavy foods because puberty 2 takes a lot of energy for your body! eating more than normal is, well, normal. drinking a lot of water and things like orange juice can help even this out and it will benefit you in a lot of ways (like keeping your immune system healthy).
  5. your clit will probably grow. it can be kind of jarring, but it’s something you get used to, and everyone experiences this one with a WIDE range of difference. some people only get an inch or so in growth (mine is huge now and it’s still so weird but also so cool), some people can have their clit grow to much bigger! some people can feel their boners, some people get morning wood, and you might feel it in your pants and wearing tight underwear might not be the best in that case, try wearing boxers and loose clothes around the house as much as you can, as well as not wearing your binder too much.
  6. voice drops happen so suddenly you won’t even see them coming, but once the first one happens, you can get a feel for it. usually your voice cracks for a couple weeks/months, SUDDENLY gets deeper, levels off, then cracks again, repeat. it can be sudden, and it also creeps up on you. try keeping logs of your voice, you’ll be so shocked at the difference that only a few months can make! also, people around you will notice your voice changes before you do unless you’re constantly going back on old videos. 
  7. acne is inevitable. to what degree? totally dependent on the person. genetics and health play a big role. you’ll get acne in places you haven’t before, but eventually it will level out. it’s not going to be forever, you have to keep in mind this is second puberty and puberty means random and weird shit! like unfortunate acne! it will pass. try to ignore it as much as you can. 
  8. my period stopped at 4 months in. occasionally, i still get phantom cramps. not for very long usually, but you have to remember that your body has a rhythm, and you’re interrupting that. it’s going to take a while for it to switch gears! talk to your endo/doctor if your pains are excruciating to the point of hospitalization/etc because that can be a sign that something is wrong. also, you usually do blood tests every few months to make sure the hormones are working fine. my periods when i started T ranged from no pain at all and debilitating pain, and i’m someone who previously had extremely painful periods. this gets less common over time! 
  9. try not to do any drugs/alcohol before getting your blood tests done. my endocrinologist knows that i do have weed occasionally and so far that hasn’t been a problem but i think drinking is something you should avoid with blood tests coming up for your safety so they don’t report problems that aren’t there. you’re not going to get in trouble for any of this, you just need to tell them.
  10. every person has a different T dose. i take 100 every other week because of various things: my size, my weight, how the hormones already are in my body. i know some people who are on 200, some who are on 50 weekly, it depends on what your PROFESSIONAL DOCTOR thinks is safe for you, and they WILL adjust accordingly if the need arises between both of you. taking more T than you’re prescribed with the intention of getting quicker effects will actually slow the process and make your body produce more estrogen and can hurt you. you don’t want that! 
  11. it’s not shameful to set up appointments for your shots or not be able to do them yourself, and if you do them yourself it’s okay to mess it up. believe me, i have. every injection is different, but you get a feel for it and mess up less. they would not let you do it at home if it wasn’t safe enough. just watch videos, know what you’re getting into. getting blood drawn hurts more for me than my T shots. it’s okay that sometimes it takes you forever, or no time at all. T shots are your thing and your experience and your choice on how is the most comfortable for you. most doctors prescribe different injection sites based on what they think is best, all of them work. one person doing it in their leg doesn’t negate that it also works in the ass but if you’re told to do it one way, stick to that or talk it out with your doctor to come up with an alternative! the amount of blood that comes out of the injection site is different with each one, the angle is different, and i would HEAVILY SUGGEST sitting down for a while after a shot. one of my shots, i stood up right after and after about 5 minutes of walking i noticed oil just, coming out of the site and down my leg. it was horrible. gravity is your friend and also your enemy, use it wisely. the level of pain with each shot is different too, and remember that needles are supposed to only be put in something once. if you fuck up an injection and pull out too fast or anything, switch out the needle because if you don’t, the tip is more blunt (you probably won’t be able to tell with your plain eyes) and will hurt much more than the first time. shots are weird, each one is an entirely different beast but you’ll get it down. 
  12. T can make you more emotional. REMEMBER - puberty 2! it’s not going to turn you into a raging frothing beast, but if you’re already prone to anger, already prone to frustration, it’s going to happen! i’m prone to getting claustrophobic and stressed out, and T has made that worse, but over time i’ve come to manage it and over time it evens out and i experience it less and less. with hormones comes mood shifts. it’s perfectly reasonable and it’s easier than puberty 1, since you can see it coming and can calm yourself down easier and you know what’s causing it. i get frustrated more easily sometimes, but i sit down, breathe, and know that it’s the hormones, and it makes it SO MUCH easier to deal with.
  13. your genitals in general might get drier. might be the opposite. mine is the latter. my libido is NUTS, it can be weird, but for some people it’s not like that. again, completely dependent on the person. either direction or no change at all, you can expect anything. 
  14. your immune system is weaker and your body is putting a lot of energy into these changes. be aware of that, please for the love of all that’s good wash your hands, stay clear of sick people as much as you can, and try to eat and drink healthy, generally. you might catch colds and the colds can turn worse than most, but being hygienic is the best way to prevent any of that. 
  15. if you stop T, your periods will come back. some medications can’t work with T like some birth control, and before starting any medication please check in with your doctor before to make sure that it’s safe. use your best judgment and be conscious of your health.
  16. T is not an overnight experience. changes take a long time, some longer than others, and being patient is incredibly important. don’t get frustrated at your body, it’s doing it’s best. you’ll get there, some slower and some faster than others. it’s different for everyone. but you WILL get there if you want to get there. 
Come Here Little Girl

Word count: 2,366

Warning: SMUT, daddy kink, rough sex, slight bondage

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @thedevilsbestie for your request!

On a hunt, Y/N is surprised to find out in such circumstances, a kink that she has – as is Dean. They try it out when they get back to the motel room.

“I am not doing that. No way!” You shouted through the motel room.
“Come on Y/N this is where he’s going to be and it’s probably our only chance to kill him.” Dean argued. “I have to go too.”
You snorted, “You get to wear clothes though, you don’t have to go in your fucking underwear!”
You had been on this case for the past two weeks trying to find the vampire that was terrorising the city, so of course you wanted to kill the son of a bitch. But the only problem was that he only showed his face once a fortnight at a club downtown. The club looked like your average sort of club from the outside but in reality it was invite only. Not only that but the invites were for men who had girlfriends and partners that would come along only in their underwear (or less) and then, “I don’t even want to think about what sort of stuff happens in that club at night.”

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Alluring Tune | (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: Fluff, a lot of smut
Warnings: Mature content
Word Count: 4.4K

His voice was almost a whisper, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear. And the heat coupled with the slow, savory movements of his fingers overtop the thin fabric had an almost numbing effect, your mind drawing a blank as you enter an intoxicating haze.

“I thought there was no punishment?” you manage to say, swallowing back the moans that threatened to escape.
“This is a demonstration baby, not a punishment.”

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"I'm gonna kill him" -- Pt 1

Imagine – You are forced into an arranged marriage

“We need this Y/N. Our family needs it”. My mother spoke, standing in front of me at her desk with my father. They wanted me to marry this wealthy Shadowhunter that came from a well known family tree.
“And what happens to what I want?”. I said, not lifting my head to look at them.
“Oh don’t be so selfish! We have given you wonderful opportunities and have gotten you so far in this institute, you owe this to us”. My mother snapped. My father blinked nervously until he spoke, “Anyway it’s done. He’s coming to the institute tomorrow where you will be married immediately. Everything will be set up, you just have to show up, do you think you could do that?”, he was so patronising.
I glared at them but there was nothing I could do. I had to do this for my family, “Just tell me the time and I’ll be there”.

I walked out of their office to be greeted by Izzy and Clary walking down the corridor, “Hey, what was that emergency meeting all about?”, Izzy asked whilst both of them linked each of my arms. I was training with her when I got ushered to my parents.
“Oh just stupid family drama, wanna go into town for drinks?”, I asked the both of them needing one last night out with my girls before my freedom would be taken away.
“Of course, give us half an hour and we’ll be ready!”. They both ran off to get all dolled up whilst I just went back to my room.

I sat on my bed and just went over what my parents had said to me, ‘Don’t be so selfish’. I’ve been everything but selfish. I have always put everyone before myself. A knock snapped me out of my thoughts. I got up to answer it, “Izzy I thought you said half an-”. I opened the door to Alec. “Sorry I thought you might have been Izzy and Clary”. I held the door open and motioned for him to come in.
“So what can I help you with?”. Me and Alec had been close for a while, we had a flirty relationship, it was playful, we knew we both liked each other.
“Erm…this sounds stupid but I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight…for dinner…just me and you?”. I was so happy, the big grin on my face supported this.
“Alec I would-“, then I remembered. “but I can’t”, I didn’t want to tell anyone of the marriage yet. “I’m going out with Clary and Izzy tonight around town”. I saw the disappointment on his face which broke me.
“But you can come too, you can bring Jace and Simon as well if you want”. His famous smirk was now visible, obviously pleased with the invitation.
“Sounds great, I’ll go get the others”. He left, grazing my arm with his hand as he walked past. I walked over to my wardrobe looking at the options for me to wear. I wasn’t in a mood to make an effort so black jeans and a T it was.

I lay down and waited for someone to come and get me. The next thing I knew I opened my eyes to Jace leaning over me at my bedside.
“Finally! I’ve been shouting you for like 10 minutes!”. I sat up and let my eyes adjust.
“I’m sorry I must have dozed off”.
Jace looked at me worriedly, “What is wrong with you lately?”.
“I’m just exhausted, and stressed with all the mission reports I’m so behind on. The clave is on my back a lot these past few weeks”.
“Well we don’t have to go out tonight we can always-“.
I cut him off, “NO no….I need this”. He nodded with a look of concern and put an arm around me as we walked to go and meet the others.

We arrived at the club. I walked in with Clary and Izzy by my side whilst the other guys followed us in as we had more experience with mundane clubs.

Three hours, 7 shots, 4 vodka & cokes and a bottle of Malibu later….lets just say I was a little more than tipsy. We were all sat in a booth on the far side of the club right next to the dance floor. Jace and Clary were in the middle of a make out session whilst Simon was watching star wars on his phone as Izzy had passed out with her legs across Simon and her head on my lap. Me and Alec were talking…well, he was talking, I was slurring, although I could feel the room gradually starting to spin slower. Then all of a sudden Alec kissed me. It was long, passionate and so overdue. The second we pulled apart my lips did something before my brain could think about it.
“I’m getting married tomorrow”. My eyes were still closed from the kiss and they stayed closed for a few more seconds as I was scared to see what his reaction would be. All of a sudden I felt completely sober. I opened my eyes and regretted it immediately. He looked heartbroken, confused, vulnerable and angry. All those emotions were showing on one face and I was the reason why. Before I could say anything else he was gone, running out of the club faster than I’ve ever seen someone move.
“ALEC-“, I called out but the music was too loud and he was too far away, he wouldn’t have even come back even if he did hear me. Jace must have heard me though as he broke apart from Clary and chased after Alec. I looked down at my lap, tears fell from my face and onto Izzy but she was dead to the world to notice. When I looked up I saw Clary and Simon look at me with an expression that said ‘you have some explaining to do’.

I woke up in Clary’s room. She didn’t want to be on my own because of the state I was in last night, drunk and hysterical. After Simon took Izzy back to his I cried to Clary trying to get everything out whilst I still could. She was so supportive and was furious with what I was forced into but she understood that I felt like I had to do it, not for me but for my family. Jace had text Clary late last night to tell her he was back at the institute with Alec. They had just walked around the streets he said in the text and just talked. Alec had told Jace about the marriage, Clary explained it to Jace over the phone in which he told Alec but Jace was still pissed with me and Alec was still harbouring the same feelings from last night.
“They’ll both understand soon enough”. Clary must have noticed me staring into space and she must have knew that I was worrying about it all. I nodded.
“What time is it?”.
She checked her phone, “9:30 AM”.
I jumped up out of the bed and raced to the door, “I was meant to be in the chapel half an hour ago!”.

I ran into the chapel to find my mother pacing and my father talking to the silent brother who would be initiating the wedding.
“I’m sorry, I was out late and I lost track of time this morning”.
My mother walked towards me, “Enough with your excuses!”. I felt the tears build up behind my eyes threatening to run down my cheeks but I fought them back. She dragged me to the front of the room where I was met by my father and the silent brother. As I stood not listening to a word they were saying the door swung open. I clenched my jaw in anticipation for my future partner to walk in but to my relief it was Clary, Simon and Izzy. I hadn’t asked them to come and I didn’t want them to but right now I knew I really needed them. A tear escaped as I smiled at them. They sat at the very back not wanting to disturb any family business. Since what felt like forever I finally felt relaxed knowing that whatever happened today I had people who truly loved me just a couple of footsteps away. Then the door opened again and suddenly my anxiety went from 0 to 100 real fast. In he walked, the person I presumed I was getting married off to. The closer he came the more I realised he wasn’t the worst looking, I mean he was kinda cute; dark hair, tall, skinny yet muscle-y…I was literally describing Alec. Did this mean I had a type? No one could compare to how I felt about Alec. He was the one I truly wanted to be with, but my feelings didn’t matter.

The vows had been said, the runes had been drawn and the rings had been given. The wedding was over. Everyone dispersed until there was just me at the front of the room. Still stood in the place I had been stood throughout. My freedom had been taken…my future had been written. As I watched my family leave I let my guard down and all tears rushed out. Clary, Simon and Izzy raced to me. I didn’t know what to do anymore or what would happen to me now. For the first time in my life I felt lost and had no idea what I was going to do.

After the wedding I had gone straight to my room. The others wanted me to hang out with them so I could take my mind off of things for a few hours but I just wanted to be alone. I jumped straight in the shower and just stood there for what felt like hours under the hot water. I eventually got out and started to get changed when I heard noises coming from outside the bathroom door. I walked out, expecting to see Izzy gathering clothes so I could come and escape to Simon’s place with them but it wasn’t. It was my hubby…William I think his name was. I payed no attention throughout the ceremony so I avoided saying his name during the vows.
“What are you doing?”. I asked as he was putting everything from my room into boxes.
He looked back at me with what I can only describe as disgust on his face. “You are to be moved into my room on the East wing, if we want to make this believable”. The minute he turned back around anger rushed through me. How dare he come in here. How dare he take my things and look at me like that. I walked over to him and started unpacking all of my stuff.
“I’m not moving anywhere, my things are staying in this room and so am I”. I didn’t look at him. It felt good, it felt like I was getting control back over my life. This feeling stopped when he spun me around and slapped me across the face. His force was so strong that it knocked me to the ground. He grabbed the remaining boxes and left the room. I just lay there. Shocked at what had just happened.

I eventually composed myself and headed towards William’s wing, as I didn’t want to find out what would happen if I stayed in my room, when I bumped into Clary. She gasped and touched the side of my face, “Oh my god what did you do?”. I know she didn’t mean to say it the way I took it and she had no idea what had happened but all I heard coming from her voice was her saying it was my fault. Maybe it was my fault.
“Oh I was just stupid and hit my head on my bedside table from my nap before”. I didn’t want people to know and start gossiping. The wedding had already made me the topic of conversation on every mission so this would just make things worse. She just laughed, “What are you like!”. Then she left. I was just stood in an empty corridor.

•5 DAYS PASSED•

I gently pulled on an oversized jumper, for the purpose of no one seeing my bruises, and my sweatpants. I hadn’t spoken to anyone for days. I hadn’t even left the room in days because I couldn’t bare to see people so they could congratulate me on my wonderful new marriage, but I knew I had to train.
As I got to the training room I saw that half of the room was already occupied by Jace. Just him and a punch bag. I hadn’t spoken to him since the night at the bar, as well as Alec.
He saw me walk in, rolled his eyes and carried on punching. I grabbed my throwing knives and my seraph blade and went over to the dummies to practise my fighting skills.
After an hour Jace came over and threw a duel stick towards my feet, “Lets go”. The way he said it was so cold. I picked up the stick and walked to the centre of the room where he was stood and without being ready he struck the back of my legs and I fell to the ground. I gasped loudly and Jace looked at me like I was being dramatic but the pain was more than it usually was.
“How could you do it? How could you hurt him like that?”.
I slowly got back to my feet and steadied myself, “I didn’t want any of this to happen! I had to do this, my parents-“. He cut me off.
“NO”, he yelled. “There was no excuse, everyone has a choice and you chose to break my brothers heart. That night you told him at the club I could feel his heartbreak, there’s just no excuse for that”.
“HEY”, this time I yelled which threw him off guard. “I love Alec…so much”, tears started to build up and a lump was lodged in my throat. “I wanted to be with him and the night he asked me out was one of the happiest moments of my life. But no one understands. No one understands the pressure I was under”. I couldn’t hold back anymore and the tears fell. Jace was stood looking down at the floor, silent. I began to walk away when he gabbed my wrist. I screamed and fell down because of the pain. Jace stood back in shock not knowing what he had done.
He knelt down beside me, “What is with you today? And why are you dressed like winter for training”. I caressed my wrist, he pulled my sleeve up and saw all the bruises. He pulled up my other sleeve where more were hidden.
“Where the hell did you get these from?!”. I quickly got out of his grip and pulled down my sleeves and stood up.
I turned my back to him, “T-they’re from m-my missions”. I stuttered, not knowing what excuse seemed best.
“No they’re not because I’m always on your missions and we haven’t had one since last week, these are new bruises”.
A new set of tears came to the surface and when I turned to face him and he noticed.
“Is he hurting you?”.
At first I didn’t say anything, I just looked at the floor refusing to make eye contact with him. But the second I looked into his eyes I started hysterically crying and that’s when he knew.
He immediately came to my side and gently pulled my into a hug. It felt good to get it off my chest. After what felt like an hour he loosened he grip. “I’m gonna kill him”. He was began to walk off but I ran in front of him pleading not to.
“Please don’t! Please Jace”.
“Give me one good reason not to”.
“Because if he knows I’ve told people then I’m dead Jace. He lashes out when the tiniest things happen, so god only knows what he’s going to do if you beat him!”.
He nodded, hands still in tight fists but he understood.

Originally posted by alec-baene

Little Witch (Part 2)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 1 563

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I cannot believe so many people liked Little witch. You guys made me so happy. After posting the story I went to bed and was really surprised in the morning when i saw that there were already 270 notes, 10 messages and 70 new followers. I’m amazed. You are awesome! ♥ I did my best to write this part and i know it may be a little boring but i promise the next ones (of course, if you want me to post them) to be more interesting. Please let me know what you think and if you would like to write from someone’s P.O.V. Enjoy ♥ (and sorry for the mistakes) 

Part 1

Originally posted by sexy-stan

All the avengers except Wanda and Bruce were now standing in front of the small medical center Tony had created a few months ago for situations like this. Through the transparent Plexiglas which was used as a wall, the heroes were looking at their new visitor. Wanda was inside with Dr. Banner, who was trying to find out and heal the wounds on the girl’s body.

“So what’s her name?”, Tony suddenly asked.

The whole group looked at Steve and Clint waiting for an answer. Since they came back, the girl was directly transported to the medical room, while the others were standing in the dark about what was going on.  

“She didn’t say it.”, Steve answered simply without moving his eyes from the girl inside.

“What exactly happened?”, Tony was eager to get at least some information.

“Yeah, the son of Col didn’t say anything about bringing a girl here.”

There was silent for a minute and when Clint saw Steve wouldn’t tell anything due to being sunk deep in his thoughts again, he recounted the story.

After the girl had recognized the American hero – Captain America, she gave them a chance to speak why they were here and what were they exactly doing. Wanda was the one who had talked most maybe because she knew how the girl was feeling at that moment.

“We are not Hydra’s agents. I know you are scared, probably frightened to death, but we just want to help you. ”, Wanda had spoken softly.

“How did you find me?”

“We have some sources that let us know when someone is in danger. There’s nothing you can be suspicious of. Come with us, we will give you food, clothes…answers.”, Steve had succeeded in attracting her attention.

“I-”, the girl had been glancing at the faces of each hero standing in front of her seeing the pure sincerity in their eyes. She hardly had come with a decision.

“If you don’t like us or feel threatened you can go, but give us a chance. We won’t let you down, I promise.”, with those words spoken from the brown-haired witch, who the girl began liking since the beginning, the little witch had accepted their offer still slightly suspicious.

“Through the whole flight Wanda was the only one who talked with her. I think she is the one who the girl trusts.”, Clint noted as he finished the story.

“Can we trust her?”, Nat questioned, “I mean, she is powerful, that can be seen, but what if it’s a Hydra’s way to get in here and collect important information about us, S.H.I.E.L.D?”

“I do not think so.”, Peter finally interfered with the conversation. He, as Steve, hadn’t stopped looking at the girl they found alone in the deep woods hours ago, “If you had seen her face when we came…”, her (y/e/c), full with tears and at the same time with rage appeared in front of him, “I have no clue what they did to her but it’s definitely not good.”

“I have the same opinion. We know what Hydra can do to their experiments. I saw what they have done to Bucky. It won’t surprise me if she had gone through the same.”

“Mr. Stark, I found the girl.”, Jarvis’ voice sounded through the corridor they were all standing in.

“You made him check her?!”

“Of course, Clint. I want to know who is coming in the base.”, Tony declared and then spoken to Jarvis, “What did you find out?”

“It was hard given the fact that her face hasn’t been seen by any camera in the world since ten years ago. However, I managed to do my job. Her name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). At the age of seven she was kidnapped from her parents as they were on a vacation in Russia. Strangely, it seems the parents weren’t that eager to find her. They ended the seeking after a year. ”

At the same time in the medical room, Bruce and Wanda were trying to understand more about (Y/N)’s conditional and powers.

“So you are a witch, too?”, (Y/n) asked as her eyes widened from happiness.

“Yes, (Y/n), I am, just like you.”

“How did you become? You were born with it or?”

“Sadly, my powers aren’t natural. I got them the same as you – Hydra gave them to me. ”, Wanda was sitting opposite the girl, while Bruce was doing his job, “Some years ago, me and my brother, Pietro, were taken my Hydra so they could do tests on us.”

“And what were they doing to you?”

“They used something like a scepter and did different things to examine our powers. That’s all I remember.”, Wanda gave a smile to this little girl who had probably went through the same as her.

“So your stay there was like a holiday in comparison with mine.”, the girl stated with a bitterness in her voice.

“Was it that bad?”, Bruce spoke for the first time since he came there to observe the girl, “We have seen what Hydra have done to some people, but-”

“But you can never imagine or feel what they did to me so don’t act as though you had a clue how they tortured me.”

“I-I am sorry, I didn’t mean to-”, Bruce began apologizing but the girl stopped him.

“I see you’re trying to make me feel comfortable and so on but there’s no need to exaggerate.”, the girl’s stomach groaned and she hurried to put her hands over it to silence the sound.

“How can I be so stupid?! We are here from hours and you haven’t eaten anything in days and we still haven’t given you water or something to eat. I’m coming in minutes.”, Wanda was almost out of the room when she turned around, “Do you want anything specific or whatever I bring?”

“Whatever you bring.”, the girl answered but Wanda had already used her powers to see what the girl longed for to eat.

Bruce and (Y/n) stayed in silence until the doctor decided to ruin it by asking a simple question.

“Do you know what powers you have?”

“No and I don’t even know how to control them.”

“We can befriend you to learn how to cope with them. ”, the girl was about to say something but Bruce hurried to finish, “I do know how hard it can be, if you’re wondering. I have some ‘angry issues’ as Stark tends to say. When I am angry I turn into a big green monster-”

“Hulk.”, (Y/n) stated calmly as she remembered a part of a conversation, she heard years ago.

“Yes, Hulk. If I do not control it, I would kill the people I love without having a clue or regretting about it.”

Seeing how hard it was for that man to cope with his behavior and the terrified expression that appeared on his face just because of the thought of murdering his friends was enough to show her that each one of the superheroes here had gone through so dreadful situations. It showed her that she wasn’t alone anymore and that she can trust them. They will help her to recover, to control and maybe give her the family she lost ten years ago.

“Will you teach me?”, a smile spread on Bruce’s face as he murmured a positive answer.

The door opened and Wanda entered holding a tray with food.

“I hope you don’t mind inviting the others.”, seven people followed the witch in the room.

“Hello.”, the girl gave them a small smile and wave.

“I am Natasha but you can call me Nat.”, a read-head woman spoke, “Here are some clean clothes you can put on after you -”, but before Natasha had finished her sentence the girl had attacked the food.

There was a huge burger with French fries and curry sauce. She took a big bite and barely managed to chew it before taking another one.

“Sorry, ju’t úngry .”

While (Y/n) was eating the heroes introduced themselves to her. She knew some of them given the fact they had ruined some of Hydra’s experiments and bases but not their personal names. She liked them all, maybe Tony was too cocky but she did like ‘em all.

“You’d probably want to rest and recover but I have to ask you some questions. Do you mind?”, Stark didn’t want to scare the girl but he did needed answers.

“Let her at least take a shower before overwhelming her with your queries.”, when Peter stated his opinion the girl looked at him with a thankful smile. He blushed a little but tried not to break an eye contact. Even in those ripped and dirty clothes, and the messy (y/h/c) he could see the beauty in her. Something in her eyes was pulling him closer. He wanted to understand what had happened to her, what had broken her in such a way and revenge.

“Peter, show her the bathroom. We will wait you in the living room.”, and with that the avengers exited the room leaving the two teenagers inside.

“So, Peter…”, the way (Y/n) pronounced his name, as thought tasting it, feeling how it would sound, created a strange feeling in Peter’s stomach, “Where can I clean myself?”, a smirked appeared on the girl’s face as she saw the blushing boy opposite her.

Part 3

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How they cuddle with you (Avengers)

Requested by @eternalanxious

Steve Rogers

Steve would like to hug and cuddle with you all the time. It makes him feel better and sometimes forget about the world and how it’s so different than before. He usually thinks he won’t be able to fit in and you are the only one to prove him wrong. You two would cuddle for hours and there’s almost nothing that can separate you.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Clint Barton

Clint won’t be the type to stay silent and cuddle with you for a long time. He would probably start tickling you or say a joke just to see your smile and hear you laughing. That’s what he loves most and what makes him forget about the dangerous life he is having. It may start as a cuddle but soon it always turn into a ‘bed war’. Pillow fights, or maybe just teasing each other.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

Thor

At first Thor would be really confused when you ask him to cuddle with you. He is new to this ‘Earth things’ but as soon as he finds what it means, he is 100% into it. What had began as a way to relax and calm down has turned into something big. Thor would cuddle with you 24/7 if he could. He would lay down with you and cuddle in the training room, in public, around people without caring. He just wants to feel you close and make sure you are all save.
   ‘Thor, sweety,I wanna take a shower. Please let me go!’
   ‘What? No! We can cuddle under the shower, too. Let’s go!’

Originally posted by stayinlove

Tony Stark

Tony would be a secret cuddle buddy. He might not show it but he really likes cuddling with him. With everything happening and always feeling guilty for the bad in this world you are the only thing that makes him feel he can become a better person. So when you two are alone he won’t stop hugging and kissing you, whispering how much you mean to him and how much he loves you.

Originally posted by lovershub

Bruce Banner

Bruce loves to cuddle with you but mostly he is too afraid to do it. With his ‘angry issues’ he doesn’t want to hurt you without even realizing it. However, you manage to calm him down and persuade him it will be alright. You hug him closely and that’s how you both fall asleep - in each others’ arms

I hope you guys like it :) 
I’m really sorry for not adding Sam (and Bucky and Loki ‘cause i really like them, too) but i barely found time to post this. I wish you would understand me ♥ (Oh, and sorry if there are mistakes) 

GOT7 ~ When Their S/O has a Panic Attack

fivesaucesass said: hi! can you please do got7 reaction to their s/o having a panic attack in a crowd of people? thanks 💗

A/N: I have a history with severe depression and anxiety so this was a bit difficult for me to write but I’m glad I did. Hope you all enjoy

Waring! May be Triggering for Some


Im Jaebum

Originally posted by soybeantree

When you grabbed his arm in panic, he would probably be confused but then he’d notice your irregular breathing and take you somewhere so you’d calm down. Once you whipped away a few stray tears, you’d apologise for causing such a scene.

“Don’t be ridiculous! You don’t need to say sorry.” He’d say as he hugged you. 

Mark Tuan

Originally posted by j-miki

Once he saw your eyes become red, he’d ask what’s wrong but you’d just shake it off until you couldn’t take it anymore and slip away from the crowd. Mark would see you running off and chase after you. You’d tell him what’s wrong and he’d  comfort to by holding you close to his chest and whispering sweet nothings.

“It’s okay, Baby. Everything is alright.”

Jackson Wang

Originally posted by memeslutbutt

He’d freak out when you would bc he’d be so scared when you suddenly started crying as you slowly lost your breath. He hug you a bunch, trying to get you to calm down but he’d still be as upset as you were. Regardless if he tried to hide it or not.

“Please, Jagiya, just breath.”

Park Jinyoung

Originally posted by jypnior

I feel like he’d be the calmest out of them all and know exactly how to steady your breathing. Even after you said you were fine, he’d still wait a little before taking you home for the day.

“I’m sorry that happened today, Princess. I wasn’t expecting all those people.”

Choi Youngjae

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Wtf, he’d be worse than Jackson. He’d be so scared for you and feel so bad that this was happening. All he’d want to do is hold you for the next 72 hours and shower you with kisses.

“Jagi, I love you so much. Please don’t cry.”

BamBam

Originally posted by got7official

I don’t think he’d know what to do. Once you started to cry he’d finally take you somewhere quiet and try to talk to you about once he calmed you down. When he understood what was happening he would make sure to approach the situation better the next time.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Come on let’s go over there, babe.”

Kim Yugyeom

Originally posted by chattyang

He would be awkward but still understand what to do. As he took you somewhere quite, he’d whisper to you, telling you that it’ll be okay and how much he loves you. After you were calm, he’d take you straight home and start a movie marathon.

“Deadpool or Guardians of the Galaxy?”


Not gunna lie, by the time I got to Youngjae, I was almost crying

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The Adrien Diaries...

1 Apr 2017

Oh shit.

Oh shit shit shit shit SHIT!

If I wasn’t dead before, I must be now, because there is NO WAY any of what happened today is real.

Have you ever been equal parts terrified for your life and smug as hell? Because I can tell you right now, the experience is similar to drinking orange juice right after brushing your teeth, and is just as hard to swallow.

I mean– I don’t think I’ve ever seen father look so angry livid enraged APOCALYPTIC, and I was there when he heard harem pants were back in style!

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The Banana Fic

It’s safe to say that the entire phandom now has a banana kink, thanks to Dan and Phil’s little session hitting each other with a banana peel in the last amazingphil video. I’ve seen multiple posts about a “banana kink fic” or “the banana fic” and am now taking it upon myself to make it happen. So, here you are, phandom: The Banana Fic. 

Genre: Smutty smut 

Warnings: Kinks and shit 

Word Count: 700

A/N: The beginning is all what happened in the video and then after the banana scene, where there’s a jumpcut… That’s where my imagination gets to work. 

A/N Part 2: Lol I love when I don’t even have to come up with foreplay because they did it for me in reality 

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Shut Doors (Doctor Strange x Reader) [SMUT]

Title: Shut doors (Doctor Strange x Reader) [SMUT]

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Reader

Characters: Reader and Doctor Strange, the Avengers

Request: Doctor Strange x Reader with 10+17, annnnnnnnnnd smutty-ish, please? If you could write it, I would be appreciate so much. And thank you in advance. Hoping that you would have a nice day! By @septimaseverina (sorry the link didn’t work the first time around, silly me. 

10. “It’s not what it looks like…”

17. “Oh please! It’s not like you’ve never seen something like this before.”

Summary: When a one night stand leads to awkward silences, awkward glances and awkward conversations you feel you’re never going to get your best friend back. But, when a mission threatens your life will everything change?

Word count: 965

Warnings: Mentions of potential death. SMUT, yep, you heard Doctor Strange smut. 

Tags: @tmntwhat-you-get-is-what-you-see @trinswhimsys

Originally posted by cactuseverywhere

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Soulmates - Jughead x Reader

Request: Prompts 25 (“So go find someone else. Someone who will love you the way I never have, the way I never will.”) 30 (Please don’t give up on this, on us) 31 (I love you so much it physically hurts to not be around you) 36 (You’re all I ever wanted)

Warnings: Angst, swears, fighting, mentions of parents divorced 

word count: 2569


Soulmates.

That’s what everyone thought you and Jughead were.

You had been friends for years, since you were old enough to walk. You got along beautifully and no one had ever seen you fight your entire friendship.

Then at 17 years old Jughead asked you out. He admitted his feelings for you had been more than friends for years, but he never had the courage to tell you, lucky for him, you loved him right back.

You had been dating your best friend for 3 months now, and in the last month, he had been too busy to see you.

Many Pop’s dates were forgotten about, each time you prayed it would be different from the last as you sat, alone in your booth, looking at your phone, the time ticked away and there was never any new messages.

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Imagine a wonderful AU in which Jack and Bitty get together a month after meeting.

Jack crushes on Bitty from the moment they meet. Imagine Canadian-polite Jack and Georgia-polite Bitty meeting for the first time. Bitty would be immediately falling over himself about Jack if he had been nice from the start.

Jack is aware of his feelings and instead of being a jerk, he’s awkward as hell. He helps Bitty with the checking and they do the whole being friends and hanging out at coffee shops from the start. They get along so well that they transition into a relationship without noticing it.

Literally. 

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Holding on for a Hero || Archie Andrews

Originally posted by alectightwood

word count : 1,188

pairing : Archie Andrews x Reader

warnings : abusive relationship, cursing.

summary : after your boyfriend, now ex, beat you for ‘looking’ at another guy, Archie swoops in to clean you up and make you feel better. 

a/n : a part two could be made if enough people ask for it!t thanks again for 100+ followers! c:

requests are open


     “You stupid whore! What were you doing looking at him!” Your boyfriend shouted, slapping you across your cheek. You let out a loud sob, grabbing your cheek. “I didn’t- I wasn’t!” You cried out, tears falling down your cheeks. Your boyfriend barked at a laugh, towering over you. “You were checking him out; like you would even had a chance with him!” He snarled, grabbing you roughly by the by the neck, pulling you closer to his face. “You are with me! Don’t you forget that!” He growled before pushing you back on the concrete; your head hitting the ground. “Find you own way home, maybe that’ll teach you to keep your eyes from wonder.” He growled out. 

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Fanfiction - Stealing Tomorrow (Chapter 4)

A little earlier than expected! As I’ll probably be busy on Friday and didn’t want to keep you waiting for long…:)

Chapter 4 – They All Come Rushing Back

Broch Mordha, 14 years and 9 months ago

“Are ye ill, mo ghraidh?” Jamie asked, his brow furrowing in concern. They were in her small cottage, eating bowls of fragrant pasta that Jamie had cooked for them. “Ye are verra quiet this evening.”

“No.” She gave him a weak smile and drank profusely from her glass of water. “I’m alright.”

“Something amiss, then?” He insisted, searching her eyes with his as to force her to make eye contact with him. “I can see something is troubling ye.”

“Fine. Just tired.” Claire replied shortly, playing with small bits of garlic with her fork. “Long day in the clinic.”

“No, ye’re not.” Jamie said and she noticed the tension on his face. “I’ve seen you tired to the point of falling asleep on your feet during that gastroenteritis outbreak last month – and ye were never like this.” He touched her hand and winced as she slowly retreated from his grasp. “I’ll respect your desire of not telling me – but please, dinna pretend everything is fine.”

Claire exhaled and slowly raised her eyes, meeting his – anger, sadness and confusion shone in her whiskey coloured iris.

“If you want to know,” She said with some asperity. “Laoghaire came to see me today. She had plenty to tell me.”

“Och, aye?” Jamie nodded, expectant. “What did she tell ye, then?”

“That you have been fooling me since we met.” Claire said in a hoarse voice, clenching her hands together near her plate. “That our relationship is nothing but a dalliance to you – something to entertain you during the summer, until I go back to Edinburgh and you take up with her - again.”

Jamie’s mouth was slightly ajar, as the small blue vein on his temple throbbed furiously.

“The lass must have lost her wits!” He grumbled, pushing away his own food, having obviously lost his usually insatiable appetite. “I knew she was a little soft for me – for helping her with the brute that is her father, I guess – but this is ridiculous!”

“Is it, Jamie?” Claire blatantly looked away. “Can you honestly say she means nothing to you – and that I’m not just…a distraction in a boring summer in the village?”

“How can ye even ask me that?!” Jamie roared, his fists closing. His blue eyes were blazing and his entire body pulsed with rage. “Are you suggesting I’m playing you false?”

“You didn’t answer the question, Jamie.” Claire hissed, her cheeks blushing with fury and her curls curling madly around her face. “Avoiding simple questions usually means there is something to hide.”

“Must I tell you with words what I have been answering you with actions from the day we met?” He clenched his teeth. “Must I tell you that – no! – I haven’t been fuckin’ Laoghaire behind yer back?”

“She knew an awful lot about you.” Claire raised from the table and started to throw dishes into the sink. “She knew you have a small scar on the inside of your thigh – I’ve barely seen it myself, only noticed it when we went to the lake.”

“Probably the exact same reason why she knows it too.” Jamie rubbed his knuckles against his forehead in despair. “Not because she has been in my bed!”

“Laoghaire loves you, you know.” Claire clashed her hands against the kitchen counter, speaking in a broken tone – hurt and afraid. “She has known you all your life. She is the type of girl everyone here expected you to marry – I’m aware of what they say about me. Foreign. Outlander.”

“Stop this madness, Claire!” Jamie almost yelled, coming to stand next to her. She could feel the urge that moved him, the intensity of his eyes fixing her. “I love you, mo nighean donn. Your words of distrust wound me more than your wee scalpel could. Do ye not know that I have but one heart – and ye are the sole master of it?”  

“I can’t bear the thought of you touching her!” Claire shouted, her hands grabbing her own hair. “I can’t bear the way she said you name in front of me! If you must leave me – do it now. Before there’s not enough of me to live when you’re gone.”

Jamie was breathing fast and came to stand behind her – his palms next to her waist, but not quite touching her.

“You’re killing me, Claire.” He almost sobbed in a husky voice. “You are the breath of me, the spark of my body. Away from you I have no air – no heart, no life. Maybe there was a time when I could be with Laoghaire…” He bent his head and pressed his forehead in the hollow between her shoulder blades. “But now there is no turning back. Ye have marked me and made me yours, mo chridhe. And I shall remain so for the rest of my days, whether when I’m inside ye, in the brink of touching ye or a thousand miles away.”

“Jamie…” Claire whispered, her body relaxing against his. “I’m scared. I’ve never been so happy in my life – and so afraid.”

“Tell me.” He pulled her closer, gluing their bodies together. “Tell me all your heart – as I’ve told you my soul.”

“I want you so much.” She turned inside his arms and hugged him by the waist, their lips almost touching. “Will you have me?”

She could feel his heart beating under the palm of her hand, rushing – not from anger any longer, but from anticipation. From tenderness. From desire.

“Are you sure?” He kissed her palm and then her temple. As an answer, her hands came up to take off her blouse.

Their lovemaking was slow and tactful – after being so honest with each other, they felt vulnerable and exposed. Sometimes one of them would be a little rough, just enough to seal their claim on each other – just enough to find that ultimate redoubt where they have been hiding. It was not a battle for dominion or possession – they had established their peaceful surrender to each other – but a fight to merge together until no doubt could be raised, ever again.

“Will you come with me to Edinburgh?” Claire asked in the darkest hours of the night, when they laid together, sated and tranquil. “I know it’s too much to ask.” She was caressing the soft hairs of his stomach, a roadmap to the secrets ahead.

Jamie moved slowly, reaching for his jeans that laid forgotten on the floor. From his back pocket he withdrew an envelope, which he presented to Claire.

“What is this?” She nuzzled his hand.

“My request for a transfer from Glasgow University to Edinburgh’s.” Jamie’s eyes were intent and limpid. “I shall be where you are, Claire. I canna leave you.”

They kissed, passionate and hungry, their tongues seeking each other to celebrate their pact. And when Claire finally laid her head on his chest, slept lulled by his heart calling only for her.

****

Edinburgh, Present day

At the sight of Joe walking out of the sliding doors that led to the OR area, crumpling his blue surgical cap on his hands, Claire jumped from the chair where she had been sitting for the last couple of hours.  

“How did it go?” She asked impatiently, searching his eyes for tell-tale signs of an unfavourable outcome, and slightly relaxing when she saw the good-humoured wrinkles around his golden brown eyes.

“It went smoothly, LJ.” Joe smiled. “Your man is strong as a bull. He’ll pull through, I’m sure. The orthopaedics team is still in there working on his hand.”

“He is not my man.” Claire grumbled as she awkwardly hugged Joe, silently thanking him for taking care of Jamie. Joe was a trusted friend and had been an irreplaceable support over the last few years - his agreement to accompany her to Edinburgh and to integrate her team had been decisive in her acceptance of the proposal to return to Scotland. “I should be there when he wakes up from the anaesthesia.”

Joe offered her a knowing look, with a hint of reproach.

“You should take care of yourself, doll.” He shook his head and raised his sketchy eyebrows. “Go home and take a shower. Clear your head away from here - and think exactly what the hell are you going to say to him afterwards. Not that I wouldn’t agree with you punching him, but that spleen was hard work.”

“We have said plenty already, Joe.” She sighed. “I’m not expecting – not sure I even want to – anything to happen. We will fix him and send him back to the life he chose.”

“For a man that broke your heart,” He brushed her jaw in a tender gesture. “He cares an awful lot about you too. Kept asking about your life right until he dozed off from the drugs. Seemed afraid that you had someone…special.”

“The bloody gall of the man!” Claire growled, outraged. “I could be shagging the entire Scotland Rugby Team and he still wouldn’t have any right to say a word about it!”

“The entire team?” Joe snorted. “You are one lively brod LJ, but not sure even you could handle it – besides, you’d never see the inside of an OR. Not really time to do anything else.”

“Oh, shut up!” Claire jokingly pushed him with her elbow. “You are missing my point.”

“No.” He stopped and grabbed her by the shoulders, suddenly serious. “You are missing mine. You are my friend, LJ. A lovely woman – only second to Gail - and one hell of a surgeon. But I still remember you from when we met, those odd years ago – how you smiled so often and how joy seemed to follow you everywhere you’d go. If you have the chance…can you do something to find that girl again?”

****

The closet door in her bedroom hung open like the entry to a mysterious cave, where jumpers and jeans plotted together in her absence. For the first time in a long time she felt the pull of it – the box religiously kept behind her rarely used summer hats and beach towels, ever present yet distant from her everyday thoughts.

With her hair still dripping from the shower, she walked to the shelf and stood there, breathing deeply, trying to gather her courage – she could still recall its contents with her mind’s eye, as clearly as the day she had put them there to rest. Biting her lip in reluctant decision, she stood on tiptoe to get the box down and sat on the floor with her legs crossed.

Once she took the lid off, the smell of old paper and dried flowers floated to her nostrils, as if she had managed to successfully bottle the aroma of her happy days. God, sometimes she could almost doubt she had been so happy – if not for the undeniable photographs of them together, smiles that reached their eyes and joined hands; if not for the nagging pain that lived in the back of her mind, ever-present, all-consuming.

Inside the box were plenty of photographs – the older ones from their first summer together in Broch Mordha, Lallybroch and the Highlands. Pictures of them together laughing, eating pizza snuggled on the couch, kissing in bed. Images of her, which he had captured when she was unaware, smiling above her shoulder to him or peacefully asleep on the curve of his arm. A couple of Jamie, standing by the lake with his hair moist and a huge grin on his beautiful lips.  A succession of small sized instant photos of them together in a shady photo booth in Edinburgh on their anniversary, her sitting on his lap, complete with an array of hilarious faces. There were letters there too – Claire saw Jamie’s crocked handwriting and her old stationery. No point in reading them, though – she knew each one by heart, the written words imprinted in some secret part of her that never agreed to let him go.

And finally she saw it – amongst all those broken pieces that fitted together to create a perfect image of them - what she had been looking for all along. A sob caught in her throat as she reached inside and closed her fist around it – and for the first time in almost ten years, Claire held her wedding ring on the palm of her hand.

well who is ready ?


A/N: First of all, I’m new here so basically I will reblog a lot of my fav texts from 13rw and 5sos. Little warning English isn’t my mother language and I will do my best while writing the stories ( British English I guess ). I will use Grammarly ( If you don’t know what Grammarly is so basically it’s a grammar app that you can install to your Pc/ Mac and it helps you to correct the wrong grammars/spellings in your text. So you don’t need to wait any longer cause to story will start now. 

P.S Tbh I’m so sorry to people out there who like Tony as gay ( tbh he is adorable ). And He is the only one that I can see as this character in this “fic/smut” cause he hella hot and y’all can’t deny it.  

Pairing: Tony Padilla/ Christian Navarro x Reader ( Or anyone else in the series you can just imagine someone else in it ) 

Word Count: 1178 

Warning: “Slightly smut, light swearing? 


Tony drove quietly with his red car along the road before he stopped at my house. We had a fight yesterday before that because he wasn’t honest with me about these tapes that Hannah had left behind for us all. I was, of course, upset that Hannah had decided to commit suicide. Cause she had been such an important friend to me. 

I accidentally overheard about the tapes when Clay had come to Tony’s garage and started screaming about it. I was just coming from the house to the garage when I heard Tony’s calm voice, telling that everything will be okay and that Tape 11 ( Clay’s Tape ) won't be so bad. So long story short I went to ask about them ( tapes ) and Tony started shouting to me and then I screamed at him telling that I can’t be with someone who isn't being honest with me. The situation got kinda out of the hands and I left his house in anger. 

And now He was knocking on the door. I was still a bit mad at him because he dared to say to me that maybe we should break up. I pulled the curtains fast when I saw Tony looking at my room. I jumped on my bed and I didn’t stay even for 5 seconds when my phone ring, when I was checked whoever was calling me… Of course, my love, Tony Padilla. I rolled my eyes before I answered my phone. 

“Hey Y/N, I think I just saw you stalking me from your room,” He said and laughed nervously. 

“ Do you have something to say Tony Padilla ” I answered very rudely.

“Wow, baby don't get so rude… Can you open the door I think its locked" 

I rolled my eyes once again and squeezed hard before I opened my window and dropped the keys. Tony spread a huge smile of gratitude before he opened the door and came in. I went back to my bed and took my favorite poem book, Milk, and Honey. Next thing I felt was Tony’s strong hands on my waist and turning me around. He looked at my face and then stroke my hair to my cheek before peppering kisses at my face. 

"God I have missed you” He whispered in my ear. Then his lips met mine. I didn’t remember how sweet his lips tasted…I had been like almost 48 hours without him cuddling or just being with me and now when he was just right next to me on me. He pinned my hands above my head. As he moved his way to my neck and kissing my sweet spot which made me moan.Then his warm hands found their place on my waist and little by little my shirt started to rise up. 

“Damn Y/N do that again “ he whispered and started sucking at that spot making me moan little louder. “Just like that princess,“ he said and attached his lips to mine and it made to feel his hard length so I started to rub my thighs around him. 

“Wow, baby girl you are gonna regret that soon, ”   Tony said just before he took my shirt above my head. Now I was shirtless and he could see everything and I started to blush. “ You are so fucking beautiful “ he said while leaving kisses down on my body. 

He takes my thighs to his hands and starts to kiss my inner thighs and he did the sexiest thing ever aka looked deeply into my eyes. 

“ Well looks like someone is ready ” he said in teaseful voice while he started slowly to take my panties off.

“ Nice try… I wasn’t the one who came here with a hard on”I shot back which was a wrong move. I started to moan loudly.

“ I said you will regret it…and your punishment are orgasms ( I’m shocked I have never written a smut but wtf is this omlll ) Y/N, so come to my mouth so I can drink your juices down” he suddenly says in deep dominant voice what makes me more turned on. His tongue feels so good inside of me and my moans start to become more intense, deeper and higher… ( if you  know what do I mean )

“hmmm… Just like that baby” he said as he slid 2 fingers inside making me edging. It didn’t make long before I came and he took it all. And before I could rest he started kissing me with his tOnGue. (He was already in his boxer )

“Wanna taste yourself? It’s so sweet” he whispered between kisses. He gave me some time to breathe when he started kissing on my neck and then my breasts. I guess Tony wasn’t done with me as he twisted my nipple while sucking other. Then suddenly he stopped and took his boxer down making my eyes wide open. 

“Y/N can you see how hard you have made me ? …… I don’t think you have made me this hard, to be honest” he said and started stroking. 

“ What do you mean with ‘i have never made you this hard’ are you telling me that you have horny with me all the time? “ I almost scream at him in shook 

“Yes, bella every time when we are together you make me wanna pin you to the nearest bed and fuck you until you beg me to stop”  as he kissed me softly until entering in. “Does that feel good Y/N? You don’t know how long I have waited ‘til I could shoot my cum inside of you…hmmm I’m about to come” he moans and he thrusts in and out. I never knew this slight of dom and sweet Tony but I wanted it to be shown more often. [ ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ) ] 

His thrusts became harder, which caused him to go deep. I moaned out, feeling Tony hit my G-spot as I bounced from the force of his thrusts. I tried to tell him that I was close but there was no use. When Tony pushed himself in fully and rolled his hips I came under. My thighs shook as I came around him. (aGAIN) He groaned as he came after me and literally fell on me. 


“Ugh… Tony, you are heavy” I whined and he started pressing down.

“What did you say, honey ?” he said gently as he stroked my hair.

“I said that you are heavy and I want to go to clean myself” I whimpered and tried ( unsuccessfully ) push him. 

“But you are so cute and I’m not sure if you won’t come back” he whined 

“I promise that nothing is going happen when I take a shower”

“Then I will come with you so I can ensure that nothing is not gonna happen” he grinned as he let go of me.  When I was in shower he came to bathroom and looked at me 

“Round 2 ?” 


A/N I have ever written a smut so I’m sorry if this sucked :’(( But I.m just jamming to Paramore’s new album and Harry’s one too and I can’t handle it atm 😭😭❤️ 

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I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 3

*PART 1* | *PART 2*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed, and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest, you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1757 (you had waited so long so extra 400 words for you) 

Warnings: MISTERY, cursing, sexual content (not even “some”), presumptions of rape, suppositions about a date rape drug, violence, wounds, mention of abuse in the family, not-very-graphic rape. You are reading at your own risk. Sorry.

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As always the thoughts are write in italic.

Originally posted by dailyjugheadjones

“What are you not telling me, Jughead?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. 


I looked at his face. His eyes were concerned on my arm. He was looking at the big bruise. Not thinking what I am doing I touched the purple mark.

“Fuck” I mumbled when the sharp pain run through my arm.

“Did you picked me up from the party?” I asked, and his eyes move to my face.

“No” he took a pause “I found you at near to the Drive-In”
Near to?

****

I stumble again, but the strong hand caught me again.

“Maybe you take off your shoes” I couldn’t locate the source of the words. Maybe they were from my head. I looked at my feet, and I realised that they were bare. Where did my shoes go? I looked around. The Reggie’s house was just a little dot of light in the distance. How long was I walking?

“Everything is fine” the voice, or maybe just a whisper in my head repeat itself. Fine. F i n e. F i n e.

“Yeah, it is” I tried to say, but my mouth didn’t move.

******

“What? What, the hell, I would be doing in the Drive-In? What the hell were you doing in the Drive-In in the middle of the night!” Suddenly I felt that I started crying. I wanted the answer, but at the same time, I didn’t want to hear it. Near. I wasn’t prepared to hear it.

I stood up, took the clothes out of his hands and run into the bathroom closing the door when I stepped over the doorsill.

******

My eyelids felt soo heavy. I wanted to sleep. Now. I stopped and tried to sit on the ground but I couldn’t. Something was stopping me.

“Not here” the low voice, somewhere, from someone. Where is it coming from?

Cold air on my face. The stand of my hair in my eyes, when I was shaking my head. The world turned into one colourful stain. It is beautiful. The sudden pain run through my cheek. All of my thoughts stopped. I touched my face. My cheek was burning.

*****

I looked into the face in the mirror. It can’t be me. The (Y/H/C) tangled hair was covered in the dirt and dried blood. The big bruise on my left cheek was reaching my eyebrow and eye. I lightly touched it with my fingertips, but I quickly moved my hand back when I felt the pain. My face was covered with lots of small cuts. My hands were shaking when I pulled Jughead’s T-shirt off over my head. I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t control my breath. I sat on the cold floor. I covered my head with my hands. The tears started to flow.
I heard the quiet knocking to the door.

*****

The ground moved. Or maybe I moved. The ground was growing apart from me. Am I flying? Yes, I am definitely flying. Something was touching my right cheek; I touched it with the free hand. Where is my other hand? It was hair? Yes! Beautiful hair. Soft, soft hair. I rubbed the strain around my finger. So beautiful. I smiled. I am not flying someone is carrying me. Is it my dad? I remember that my dad used to carry me like that. I pulled the strain of hair harder. I want it. Some weird noise. Is it a word? I felt that something pulled my hand from that hair. Pain in my arm. I closed my eyes. Soo beautiful.

********

“(Y/N)” Jughead’s voice was more like a whisper. The doors move slightly but he didn’t press the handle. Probably he leant against the door. I moved closer to the door. But I didn’t answer. I cried and cried. He didn’t say anything else, but his present made me feel safe. Knowing that someone is near was good. Finally, I calmed down.

“Did you dress this… my… wounds” my voice was hoarse.

“Yes,” I was grateful that he didn’t try to talk sooner, that he was just sitting there. Suddenly I realised that I am embarrassed. He saw me like that when even I couldn’t look at myself. He was seeing me all that time when I woke up and when he was talking to me in the morning and he didn’t even twitch. I covered my face with my hands, but I felt the pain.

“I need to know what happened” I felt that the tears appeared on my face again.

“Okay,” his voice made me calmer.

I needed to shower. I probably needed to change the dressing.
“I think first I need to take a shower.”

“Okay” he repeated

I closed my eyes. I peeled all the dressings. And I stepped into the shower. The water started to flow. I ignored the pain when water touched my wounds. It felt good. I stand under the shower till water falling on the tiles wasn’t red anymore. Then I turned off the water.

I saw big white towel near to sink. I dried myself and looked in the mirror. The long cut on my back, small cuts under my ribs, a lot of bruises all over my body. I couldn’t look at myself.

******

I felt that we suddenly turned left. I opened my eyes. The light for the streets was becoming more and more distant. The smell of the woods. I loved that smell. I smiled, when I was little, we use to go to a picnic with my parents. We are going to picnic. My dad is carrying me. Is it my mum. Yeah, she is walking right after us. But why she stopped. “Mum!” I wanted to shout but now words fell from my mouth. I tried again but I only opened and closed my mouth. Where is she now? Archie, Archie were is Archie? Is he carrying me? The branches were cutting my face. The woods, woods were good. The woods meant safe.

*****

I wrapped the towel around my body when two bruises on my collarbone caught my attention. They were medium-sized, almost round. It’s just like… I felt sick. I managed to reach the toilet before I thrown up. I heard that the doors opened and I felt that Jughead hold my hair. He put his hand on my back, but he quickly moved it away when I cringed.

“Sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“I will bring you a glass of water.”

I sat on the floor and tried to calm my breath.

*****

Suddenly I felt that I was falling. Or maybe flying. Maybe both or neither. My feets touched the ground. Cold dirt, small branches, leafs. Suddenly soft lips crashed hard on my lips. Big hands on my back. Unknown lips separated from mine. I looked how they moved. They were saying some. I didn’t hear the words. Any words. “Zipper”? “Facking zipper”? That’s it! I smiled. I guessed the words. I felt the cold on my back and then the sound of tearing material or maybe first there was a sound. I wasn’t sure…

******

After couple minutes Jughead was back with the glass of water and the first-aid kit. I took the glass, and I drank it.

“You should probably dress this wound on your back because the blood already seeped through the towel.”

“Fuck. Jughead I am so sorry!  I ruined your towel. I will buy you new one”

“Calm down. It’s okay.”

“But your towel?”

“It wasn’t expensive or something”  he smiled. And put the first-aid kit on the sink. And stood up. I bit my lip. Fuck.

“I will probably need help with my back” I felt that I started to blush.

“Okay,” he said, and  I saw that he is also blushing. He took the first-aid kit and stood there not knowing what to do. It is equally awkward for the two of us.
I stood up, brushed my hair aside and slid down the towel, so the wound was visible.

I hissed when he wiped the wound with disinfectant.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Jughead has really warm hands. He quickly finished. I was really impressed.

“You are good at it,” I said when I looked at the mirror.

“Yeah, sometimes there are things you just need to learn” he mumbled.

“Sorry.”

He didn’t answer, and he walked out.

*****

Lips on my lips. Lips on my neck. Hands on my back. Lover and lover. Why am I soo cold? Why is the room cold? The sound of breaking branches I have to turn the heater. But where is the heater? I tried to take a step back, but I couldn’t locate my legs. Do I have legs? Now I was sure that I was falling. Sharp pain in my back, even worse in my head. My eyes are soo heavy.

*****

I put on Jughead’s clothes and brushed my hair. Using someone’s brush was weird, but in this situation, I couldn’t care less. I looked into to mirror and signed. I walked out of the bathroom. The smell of grilled cheese directed me to the kitchen.

“I guess I should make pancakes, but my cooking skills aren’t so significant,” Jughead said when I walked into the kitchen.

“Don’t be ridiculous, sandwiches with grilled cheese are perfect,” I said and smiled

“Do you want coffee or orange juice?”

“Juice is fine.”

“It’s in the fridge. Glasses are here,” he said and pointed the cabinet behind Jughead.

The kitchen was very very small. I took one glass

“Do you want juice too?”

“Why would I say glasses in plural if I wouldn’t?”

I rolled my eyes. I took another glass and opened the fridge. It was almost empty. What am I talking about it was completely empty! The only thing inside was the carton of orange juice and bottle of ketchup. I looked at Jughead who was putting the sandwiches on the plates. I realised that I didn’t know anything about this guy. This morning we had the first conversation. Well, probably yesterday was our first. I felt that shiver run through my body. I didn’t want to think about it when we were eating. But how is it possible that I felt so comfortable next to the stranger.

How did I end in his bed? Did I sleep with him? What happened yesterday? “Are my guesses real?” I took the carton and closed the fridge.

*****

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Jughead & Reader: The Surprise

Summary: You drank a little too much at a party and couldn’t remember much the morning after. To your surprise, Jughead Jones spent the night and greets you in the morning in nothing but a towel.

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Length: 2,114

a/n: Really NSFW

Listen to: Do You Wanna? - The Kooks


With a loud groan, you rolled over in bed, away from the light peeking in through your curtains. You grabbed your pillow and put it over your head, wanting to fall back asleep. But that seemed impossible after you laid there for ten minutes, unable to slip into a deep sleep. Figuring it was just time to wake up, you sat up in bed.

That was a mistake. You felt like you were going to black out from pain. You very slowly opened your eyes and took the light in deeply. Your head was throbbing and you needed to figure out how to walk again so you could get medicine out of the bathroom.

As you looked for your phone to see what time it was, you noticed a glass of water and two aspirin on your nightstand. Confused, you tried to remember if you put it there last night before you went to bed. But you couldn’t remember a single thing from yesterday. All you know is that you went to a party and somehow ended up back at your house.

Assuming your drunk self did it to help you out in the morning, you swallowed the medicine with two gulps of water. It was almost like there was an instant relief because you suddenly felt a thousand times better. You drank the rest of the water then leaned back against the headboard.

Your phone went off and you found it underneath your covers. You looked at it and noticed you were getting reminders of unread messages. You were surprised to see so many winky faces and eggplant emojis. Suddenly your heart started racing.

Knowing you needed to wake up more to understand what was happening or what happened last night, you climbed out of bed sluggishly and made your way to the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast.

That’s when you heard a sound coming from your bathroom.

The door opened in what seemed like slow motion. He walked out in nothing but a towel. His hair was wet and water droplets were slowly running down his face and chest, all the way down to the low-waisted towel.

Your jaw was on the floor. “Jughead,” you said, startled.

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“What’s wrong?” She asked and he reluctantly sighed as he looked at her.

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