this part had me gasping for air i swear to god

Jealous Much? (Pietro x reader)

Good evening babes! I hope your Saturday went well. I love you all, and I’m sorry this weekend isn’t super filled with fics, but it’s a hectic family kind of holiday, so I’m doing my best to be as active as possible. Much love, xoxo

Request:  can you write a pietro imagine where he loves the reader but doesn’t show it so she brings someone else as her date to a party and eventually he gets so fed up that he picks her up and runs off and they have really rough dominant sex? by: Anon

Warnings: SMUT. Cursing. 


Tonight was one of Tony’s grand parties where all important and famous guests came to spend their Friday night. He had asked you to find a date, so that you wouldn’t be alone. Everyone else on the team had a date, well, besides Pietro. Honestly, you had a huge thing for him, but you always thought that he could never feel the same way. He was always so feisty, and it made it hard for you to read him. Was making snark remarks his way of flirting? Nobody knew, especially you. So, having no date within the circle of your fellow Avengers, you had asked one of your old friends if he would accompany you to the party. Luckily, he agreed. 

You slipped on a form fitting black dress with a low neck line, that showed just enough to catch the right person’s attention. Your hair fell effortlessly around your shoulders, brushing lightly against your arms. You met your date at the party, and as you walked across the room, you started catching people’s eyes. They stared at your curvy figure, the exposed parts of skin, and they were head over heels for the way you strutted. You kept mostly to yourself and your date, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. Well, the only person’s attention you wanted was Pietro’s, but you wouldn’t admit it. So, you talked it up with your good friend, bringing up old memories and cracking jokes with them. The two of you were really close, you guys were basically siblings. Naturally, you were more comfortable with them, and you would nonchalantly would drape your arm over them. To other people it would seem like you were a couple, but to you two, it meant nothing. 

But, oh, did it mean something to Pietro. He was drifting away from a conversation with Wanda as he stared daggers at you and your date. The way you put your arm around him, or whisper in his ear, got his blood boiling. Seeing you with him was making him jealous. He should be with one with you on his arm, whispering all the things he was going to do to you later. Yeah, okay, he didn’t ask you. But, it was out of pride. Pietro didn’t want everyone to think that he would just fall to his knees for you. 

At this time, you and Pietro were catching glances at each other, the tension between you two growing. He would slit his eyes at your date then quickly shift his gaze to yours. You would respond with a stoic glare, quietly wondering why he was acting meaner than usual. He was being sassy, and it was pissing you off. But God, did he look good in his suit. The dark blue contrasted against his alabaster skin so well, his bleach blonde hair complimenting the look. You wanted to tear it all off of him, and you were doing so in your mind, biting your lip at the thought. From across the room, Pietro was leaning against the bar, a growl erupting in his throat. He couldn’t take this anymore. You were being a little to friendly with your date for his liking. And seeing you bite your lip got him very aroused. 

“Get the fuck over here, princessa.” A low, raspy voice whispered in your ear, before zipping you off down the hall, leaving nothing but a blue streak in their wake. It all went by so fast, making you very disoriented when he stopped in his bedroom. 

“Pietro, what the fuck?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, quite baffled at his actions. “I swear to g-” You were quickly cut off by his lips harshly colliding with yours. It was unexpected, but you quickly melted into his touch. You had wanted this for so long that nothing was going stop you now. 

“Stop talking to other men, F/N. I don’t like to share.” He pressed you up against a wall, whispering into your ear, then lightly biting your neck. You moaned, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. 

“Jealous much?” You mumbled under your breath, pressing your lips against his in a passionate kiss. Without saying another word, the two of you quickly tore each other’s clothes off and threw them onto the floor. 

“Fuck, F/N. I want to fuck you so bad.” He mumbled into your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. You already knew he was going to be leaving a bruise there. But, you didn’t mind. If he was marking you as his, then hell, let him do it. He roughly kneaded your breast with one hand, grabbing your ass with the other. You gasped as your nipples began to harden under his touch. He lifted you against the wall, and you wrapped your hips around his waist for leverage. Your bare core brushed against his stomach, earning a moan from him. With every movement, you could feel Pietro’s erection getting harder.

“Why the fuck didn’t you do this earlier?” You gritted through your teeth. Pleasure surged through your veins. Your eyes were dilated with pure lust for him. “If you wanted me all to yourself, you should have done something about it.” You met his gaze, receiving the same lustful look.

“Don’t question me. Piss me off more, and I’ll fuck you harder than anyone has ever before.” He ended with a slap to your ass, leaving a red handprint. You yelped, and he grinned at your reaction. When you couldn’t take the build up anymore, you clawed at his back, trying to lift yourself onto his cock.

“Eager, are we?” He smirked. Then his face turned stern and dominant. “You don’t get it till I say so, princessa.” You moaned. Your bare core was pulsing, and you were leaving your juices all over his toned abs.

“I swear to god…” You said in between moans. “Fuck me already, damn it.” The two of you were fighting for dominance, and both of you were relentless. This time, Pietro gave in, but he wasn’t nice about it.

“You asked for it.” He growled and lifted you up, then forcefully thrusting himself into you, bottoming out inside of you beating core. You screamed his name, painful pleasure erupting in your body. He gave you no time to adjust to his length and immediately pulled out almost all the way before plunging his cock back into you. You clawed at his back and tugged at his hair. He moaned your name, you tight core feeling so good around him.

“Pietro! Fuck… I-I’m almost…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you gasped for air, every thrust knocking the wind out of you. He smirked, glad he was getting you to your breaking point. Without warning, he used his speed to thrust in and out of you at mind blowing rates. You screamed out as he hit your g-spot what seemed like a million times.

“Fuck!” You moaned out and your body tensed, your orgasm rippling through your core. Pietro followed close behind, and you felt him twitch inside you, his movements becoming sloppy. He slowed down, rocking you through your euphoria. You felt his hot cum release inside you, then felt it dribble down your thighs. He bit your collarbone and you fell into him, exhausted and blissful. You were slumped against his body as he pulled out of you, then lifted you up into his arms bridal style, laying you in his bed. You eyelids were heavy, and your breathing was slow and deep. Pietro pulled the covers over both of your bodies, pulling you into him. As you fell asleep, you completely forgot your friend along with the party that was roaring downstairs.

You were fast asleep in minutes, and Pietro took the opportunity for his confession. His face softened, a different wave of emotions rippling through him.

“You’re mine, F/N. Never forget that. Because guess what? I’m in love with you.”

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Misfire [Chapter 1]

Summary: The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.

Warnings: couple of swear words, that’s all!

a/n: I’ve got two parts scheduled for Friday and Saturday, then the next two updates are only next week!

The Scent

Ever since you had been assigned to the world’s mightiest dorks superheroes, it had been evident to everyone that you were the light of James Buchanan Barnes’ life. 

The man practically turned into someone else around you, with soft smiles and longing stares, paired with the subtlest (not really) heart eyes. 

“Why don’t you just ask her out on a date?” Steve questioned, leaning his chin on his palm.

“I can’t just ask her out! She deserves so much more,” Bucky argued. “Plus, she’s too good for me.” His voice quietened as he proceeded to once again belittle himself.

Steve sighed. “We’ve been over this before, Buck. You’re just the same as everyone here, even Y/N. Why don’t you take a chance and ask her out? She’s just as infatuated with you as you are with her.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Tony quipped as he strolled into the adjoined kitchen. “He basically goes mushy whenever she’s in the same room. She’s got him wrapped around her finger.”

“I am not!” Bucky protested indignantly, heat creeping up his neck.

“You kinda are,” Steve admitted, earning a glare from Bucky, which soon morphed into a look of defeat.

“How do I ask her to dinner?” He finally gave in, alternating looks between Tony and Steve.

“Why don’t you buy her flowers or something? It’s always a nice gesture,” Steve said thoughtfully as Bucky’s ears perked up. 

“Maybe I’ll do that. Thanks Steve! Fuck you Tony!” he shouted gleefully before sprinting away as the latter exclaimed a ‘Hey!’, offended.

Bucky scratched the back of his neck, stopping outside your room. His nervous, sweaty palms grasped a bouquet of flowers he thought you’d like.

He let out an exhale as he raised his fist, knocking on the door thrice before dropping his hand. 

A moment later, the door opened to reveal your radiant smile as he swallowed thickly and forced himself to give you a smile back. 

“H-hey Y/N.”

“Oh hey Bucky.” You smile widened as you opened the door a little more. You were in sweats and a t-shirt since it was your day off, and the sounds of a movie played from your room.

“I, uh, I brought you some flowers,” he stammered, pushing his wrist forward as you caught sight of the beautiful bunch.

“They’re gorgeous!” you exclaimed, letting go of the door to accept them. As your fingers brushed against his for less than a second, Bucky could swear he felt electricity jolt up his arm.

“Do you like them?” he asked anxiously, his hands making its way to the back of his neck again in a fit of nerves.

“I love them.” You grinned, taking a big whiff of them, inhaling the scent.

“That’s good.” He laughed nervously, stalling the conversation.

“Not that these aren’t lovely or anything, but why’d you suddenly bring me these?” you asked, frowning when your nose twitched uncomfortably. That’s new.

“I, um, I thought that you’d like them and, uh,-” He tried desperately to just throw it out there, but was suddenly interrupted by a large sneeze.

You rubbed your nose as you sniffed, looking at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I thought that maybe, uh, maybe you’d-” 


His eyebrows shot up in surprise as you looked annoyed.

“I’m sure I haven’t caught a cold, I don’t know why I’m sneezing. I’m so sorry Bucky, go on.” You felt terrible for interrupting him again, but that didn’t stop you from sneezing again.

And again.

And again.

“Are you okay?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

“I don’t know what’s going on- achoo!” You broke off your own sentence to much of your annoyance.

Bucky examined you carefully until his gaze dropped to the flowers clutched in your hands. Almost immediately his eyes widened in horror.

You followed his stare until you looked at the bouquet, realisation dawning on you. “Oh.”

“Are you… are you allergic to flowers?” he asked in shock, feeling immensely guilty.

“Not that I know of- achoo!” You wanted to jump off a cliff. “I guess it’s only this type. I’ve never seen them before.”

“Oh God, I’m- I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t know-” ‘Shit, shit, shit, shit’ was the only thing running through his head at that moment. How does one royally fuck up flowers?!

“You didn’t know, how is it your fault? Even I didn’t know.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his horrified expression, cutting your sentence off with another sneeze.

“Sh-should I get you you something, like a tablet or soup or something?” The poor guy didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t ask you out after giving you an allergy you didn’t even know about!

“I’ll be fine.” You giggled, rubbing your nose. 

“Should I take them away?” He gestured awkwardly to the flowers, not knowing how to be helpful.

“As much as I don’t want to part with them, I think you should.” You stretched them back to him as he took it with a drop of his shoulders, jumping when you sneezed again.

“Thank you though, Bucky. They’re really beautiful.” You tried to make him feel better about his unfortunate situation.

“I’lll leave you alone now. I hope you feel better soon, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” He smiled wearily back at you as he turned on his heel, trudging away disappointedly.

“She rejected you?” Tony blabbered with a mouth full of apple.

“I gave her a fucking allergy,” he said miserably making Tony choke on his food as he gasped for air.

“How’d you manage to fuck up flowers?”

“I have no idea.”

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never have i ever (m)

Originally posted by apgujeon

in which a game of never have i ever, which you probably wouldn’t have played under more sober circumstances, opens a box of hidden desire. 

Member: Jungkook

Word Count: 1.9k

It was a foregone conclusion that whenever you and your friends were at a house party, you’d end up in the basement. Which is why as soon as you entered the house, Jungkook grabbed your hand and led you towards the stairs.

“What’s with the urgency?”

“Someone’s trying to convince me the world is gonna end in three days unless I let them stick their fingers-” You held up your free hand to stop him.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to know.”

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Desc: Kai’s father kidnaps reader, causing Kai to burst into a frantic, bloody, and violent rage as he does everything he can to protect you.

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She woke up in the back of his trunk, hands bound with cloth, hair sprawled around her precious face. She blinked her bright eyes open and rolled to her side, the pain that seared through her like hot red fire. She was wearing the same outfit of that as when she’d been knocked out by Joshua parker, a black tee and dark skinnies. She began to kick into the trunk, screaming out, not for herself, but for him.

“KAI!” She screeched in desperation, unable to break the magically sealed binds on her wrists.

It had been early nightfall when Kai’s father had come after her. She’d been able to catch only a moment’s peace with her treasured heretic before a bright blast had hit her in the back, and she’d crumpled onto the floor, the last sound she heard being Kai’s voice crying her name. She knew why Joshua had kidnapped her; it was the only way he could get Kai, and end him once and for all. Now it was dark out, probably around midnight, she presumed from the stars in the pitch black sky.

Suddenly, the car trunk was thrown open, shimmering rays of silver moonlight illuminating her saviors face.

“Kai,” she choked.

His hands were drenched in fresh ruby red blood, big blue eyes lacking their usual glow, lips bent downwards in such a way that the goofball she’d gotten to know seemed almost unrecognizable. His white tee was torn and covered in dirt, long arms stretching into the trunk as he grasped her curled and feeble form in his strong hold.

“Oh god, oh god,” he whispered frantically, more to himself than her. He scooped her bridal style into his arms, eyes flickering across her confused face. His slender fingers came up to brush a stray strand of hair back behind her ears, whispering an incantation under his breath that melted the binds on her wrists.

“I’m okay,” she reassured him as he gingerly set her on her feet and onto the soil.

“This is all my fault,” he breathed, hands cupping at her face, tears coming to his eyes. “Y/N, please, run.”

“I’m not leaving you,” she protested, locking her fingers around his, eyebrows furrowed.

“Now would be a good time to say your goodbye’s,” a voice said from behind her.

Joshua Parker stood with his right hand raised, the left side of his face bruised up from where she assumed Kai had hit him. The look in his eyes was dark and cold, he had no regret for what he was going to do to his own son, nor what he had done in the past. The green grass seemed to droop where he walked, an aura of relentless hatred around his body.

Kai spun away from her at once, eyes locking on his father, his hands raising in front of her like a shield, silver rings glinting under the starlight.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” he growled, his voice dropping low, expression hardening. “Or I swear, I will gladly rip your throat out and tear you apart limb from limb.” Kai’s jaw was set, eyes hooded, and something about the way he spoke and held himself almost scared her, he never acted like this.

His father raised an eyebrow and took a step forward, eyes landing on the girl.

“Ka-” she began.

But in another moment she was thrown forward, her body ragdolling as she went soaring through the air and crumbling onto the ground at Joshua’s feet. A searing pain burst through her arm, and she went rolling onto her side, vision momentarily going black. Joshua parker raised a finger and drew a slit in the air, which began to slice a long red mark across her pale cheeks. Kai leapt forward, her name tumbling off his lips as he dashed into an invisible wall that held him back from her. An orange glow appeared as he began to siphon the magic, but it was so slow that nothing seemed to happen.

“Fool,” his father spat. “I didn’t want to kill you, that would be too kind. So instead you’ll watch as I take the one thing from your life that brought you happiness.”

He drew another slice in the air, now cutting down the flesh of her stomach, and she screamed out in agony as blood spilled across her front and over her trembling hands, tears flooding down her cheeks as Kai screamed out in anguish, his hands clawing at the barrier, knees shaking as he sobbed at the sight of her, looking more broken than ever.

“Please, PAPA!” Kai begged, so scared and fragile, just like the boy who had once been abused and isolated by everyone he loved.

She stretched an arm across the grass, fingertips touching the invisible shield. She was too weak to talk, but her fingers spread across the wall, he knew exactly what she wanted to say.

“Don’t,” he cried, raising his palm against the other side, fingers spreading out against hers, lower lip trembling as his own tears travelled across them.

She gasped out, body convulsing suddenly, the blood draining from her body and onto the grass. She gave a feeble smile to him, unable to utter how much she loved him in any other way.

All at once, where their fingers touched, the invisible barrier began to crack, shattering into a thousand pieces as it disintegrated under their contact. Kai stared in awe as the spell melted into his skin, his eyes closing as the magic flooded into his system like a drug. His fingers traced patterns across her flesh, wounds closing at once, the electricity from his magic sending electrical currents into her healed body. He stood up, eyes fluttering open as he cracked his neck with a faint smirk. His father stared in disbelief, taking a step back when he realized his defense system was down. Joshua gulped down the nervous lump in his throat as Kai approached him slowly, lips splitting into a twisted grin. Kai lifted two of his fingers into the air, and his father began to rise from the ground, panic spreading across his features. Kai released him at just the position where he wouldn’t die, but would instead be filled with intense agony. 

“How does that feel, papa?” he asked, snapping his father’s legs with a flick of his wrist. He twisted his fingers, and blood went exploding from his father’s body and onto Kai’s front, to which Kai chuckled, drunk off the rush.

Joshua screamed out in pain, his voice filling the empty night, begging Kai to let him live.

“Kai, stop,” she gasped, watching in horror as he assumed an identity so unlike his own. She dragged herself off the earth and onto her feet, eyes pleading with his own.

Kai froze, dark glare softening under her gaze, “he tried to hurt you, and anyone who tries to lay so much as a finger on you deserves worse than death,” he snarled.

She grabbed his wrists before he could turn away, defiant as she grasped him tightly. 

“You’re better than him,” she stated.

Kai tried to turn his head away, unable to resist her control, but she forced his jaw back to hers. 

“Hey, hey, look at me,” she commanded.

Kai’s teeth gritted together as he blinked through his long lashes with a shake of his head.

“You’re better,” she whispered softly.

She brought him back down from his craze, and Kai sighed, his shoulders relaxing, full lips parting as he went to speak.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she made out Joshua parker, raising his arm to give one final move before he collapsed for good. He coughed out a spell, and Kai’s ears began to ring, hands flying to his temples as he crumpled to the ground from the noise flooding his body. The girl caught Kai’s body as he sunk to the dirt and cried out, his blue eyes pained as they held to hers, and in the second where she saw him like that, where she was unable to do anything but watch him die, she understood.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!” she snarled and dashed over to Kai’s father, arm swinging out as she dove towards his crumpled form. Her fist went smashing into his jaw, which cracked under the force, blood exploding across her knuckles. She slammed her fist in one more time for good measure, heart racing as Joshua Parker went still under her blow. She didn’t even care when his eyes met with hers before glazing over, she didn’t care when his heart failed to beat, nor when his body went still.

“Y/N,” Kai’s voice was distant as he pulled himself up to approach her.

She breathed heavily, hair all across her eyes as she stared in disbelief at her bloodied hands. She spun around, eyes locking with Kai’s blue ones. He looked at her with bewilderment, which was fair enough considering he’d never seen her act this way.

“Are you going to make me apologize,” she murmured, voice low. “Because I am sorry, but not for what I did to him. I’m sorry I let you let him live another second.”

Kai was close to her now, eyes flickering across her dark facial expression, wanting to feel scared or sad because of her newfound rage, but with blood on her hands and black in her eyes, he just couldn’t stop himself. His hands grabbed at her cheeks, forcing her face into his as her lips went crashing against his own. Her hands came up against his jaw, and both of them groaned softly against each other’s mouths as their bloody hands left red across their faces.

“I’ve never felt more scared of anything than I have about losing you,” her voice cracked as she pulled back, nose squishing against his. “I love you so so much Malachai Parker,” her face softened, eyes glistening with tears. “I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person, I just-” she stumbled softly.

He pecked at her lips, bringing his bloodied fingers to her cheek and drawing a crimson heart on her flesh.

“Love makes us do crazy things,” he finished.

Dreams; PCY

Member: Chanyeol - EXO

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6.1k

a/n: second part to my double post, thank you for letting me achieve halfway to my goal - ♤

Summary: Having wet dreams about your best friend since diapers can’t be such a bad thing… right?

It was three things that lead to you having sex with your best friend.

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All I Had - Part 2

Summary: Savitar kidnaps reader because in the future she was his lover, she was there for him when everyone rejected him. However, she died and now he’s in the present seeking revenge from the team while finding a way to be with her again.

Pairings: Savitar!Barry x reader

Word count: 1754

A/N: Hi guys! The much requested part 2 is finally here. You gave me a lot of suggestions and ideas and I’m trying to incorporate them through the story to make it something enjoyable to all of us! I’m not sure if you’ll like this part as much as the first one, but I really hope you do. Also, this one has a lot of dialogue oops. But anyway, I’d love to hear your opinions, they mean a lot to me x

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Playing with Fire - 01

Summary: After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humilliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy. 

Genre: Romance. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (just some cursing for now but will def add in some good ol smut and fluff and probs a lil of angst? as the story progresses)

Length: 2.2k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -  Part 7 -  Part 8 [Finale]

A/N: listen. i have no idea where im going with this. im already thinking the second part and even THIRD part of Lifted but I feel like im posting too much jungkook (yes there is such a thing as posting too much jungkook) and i want to give the other members a chance and i’ve had this idea with yoongi for a while and its been destrOYing me. i dont even know if posting this already is a good idea because this literally the only thing i’ve written so far and im a master at procastinating and not finishing series (don’t worry wont make these too long) so anyways. still feel like this is going to be a mistake. go listen to some agust d bc this is 100% based on him.

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"Ready to Run" (tres)

Summary: (Modern-Day AU) In which a five youngsters come to know how important it is to live your life to the fullest, leave an imprint of every single moment you’ve lived on your heart, because you’re given the chance to live only once. [Movie AU]

Word Count: 1,309

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)


Warnings: just floof, sorry no drama yet

Author’s Note: gah, so i’m not really fond of this part, it was not supposed to be this short, but bc i’d written the later (and greater) part of it in my computer (which is getting repaired) i’d thought to at least give u guys a lil fluff 🤗

(@minervaem bae, thanks for giving be the green light for publishing this)

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Spain, here we come

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Originally posted by harryshumjr

pairings: kol mikaelson x female!reader, damon salvatore x female!reader.

warnings: cursing, fingering and oral sex (female receiving). generally NSFW +18, you know me. hahaha :)

a/n: well, here I am to feed my readers with some kol smut and I hope y’all enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing it. also, all feedback is welcome. :D

word count: 1720

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“How’s  the saying go?”  ~Naughty November~

Prompt: Reader is shy, quiet, thick, Roman and Dean take an interest.

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Roman

Word Count: 750


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Partners in (Fighting) Crime Chapter 1: Dragonfly

Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

Masterlist Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warnings: A few swear words and the occasional dirty joke. 

Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!hero!reader, Michelle x reader (best friends)

Summary: There’s a new superhero in Queens. A girl that goes by the name of Dragonfly, because she has dragonfly wings that enable her to fly and she can even fly at super speed, not to mention her incredibly attractive super strength, and she usually fights with a sword. She and Spider-Man don’t really hit it off at first but over time can they learn to share the city? And in the meantime Peter meets Michelle’s new friend who just moved to Queens and is now a student at Midtown High.

A/N: Hey guys! So I just saw Spiderman yesterday and I looovveed it! It was super good and I’d highly recommend watching it if you haven’t yet! I also came up with the idea for this fic from some inspiration I got from Wonder Woman so the reader is going to be super badass in this story and gives ol’ Spidey a run for his money. I hope you enjoy!

Peter quickly shot his webs and swung from lamp pole to lamp pole. It was the middle of the night and there were two hostage situations going on at two banks in town. The problem was that these guys and girls were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had recently been let off and were looking for revenge. This was already tough enough but he couldn’t be in two places at once. He could only hope that he would have enough time to save the hostages at both locations, or maybe Iron Man would go and help the others. 

He arrived at the bank and snuck inside, not wanting to trigger the ex-agents to shoot the hostages. He made his way inside and then using his webs, shot all of the guns out of their hands. Once the guns were gone the hostages fled out of the building and the agents started attacking Peter. They got a few good hits on him, and the battle was pretty tough because these guys had skills but eventually Peter took them down. His eyes widened however when he saw one was talking to someone over a comms unit. “Kill ‘em.” He says with a smirk. 

“No!” Peter shouts. Suddenly the ex-agent’s smirk fades. He turns and hears one of the reporters talking. “Karen turn on my enhanced hearing to listen in on the reporters.” 

“Sure thing Peter.” She says and turns it on. Peter listens in. 

“Tragedy was avoided tonight in Queens when our local hero Spiderman came and saved a crowded bank where people were being held hostage by ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Unfortunately two of these situations were going on at the same time, and it looks like Spiderman can’t be in two places at once.” If only that reporter knew how many times he wished he could be. “Thankfully it seems like a new hero has chosen this moment to come out of the shadows and is currently handling the other situation and saving countless lives as well.” 

“Oh my God! There’s a new hero! I’ve got to meet them! Karen can you direct me to the other bank please!” Peter begs and happily bounces on his feet. 

“Of course Peter.” She says and plots a course for him to go to the other bank to meet this new hero. 

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pipe dreams

a/n: that’s right, im writing again after a billion years !!!! hope u love it <333

word count: 1,947

summary: nightmares have always plagued alec, but there’s one person who he thinks may be able to chase them away (human!malec au).

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Imagine sex with Aleister Black. (Cause he doesn't strike me as being the vanilla type, ya know?)

Title; Control

A/N: ok now we’re gonna attempt to do kink proper. please be advised it has been some time since i have personally engaged in this kind of play, so i apologize if i have gotten something incorrect. we’re going off of memory and what the google machine has helped with. this has ventured into fic territory of its own accord and I ain’t even mad.

warnings; D/s sexplay, mentions of prior kink negotiation, proper use of safewords. spanking, finger sucking, choking, breathplay, orgasm denial

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

“Before we get into this, I want you to know that this… means a lot to me. It’s my job to take care of you and in return, I just ask that you trust me. If at any time, you feel uncomfortable, you use the words. Repeat them to me.”

You swallowed thickly,the heady cocktail of arousal, anticipation, and the tiniest bit of fear making your head swim. You’d never done anything like this before.Sure, some of your previous partners had spanked you during sex or placed a light hand around your throat, but this was different. 

You’d been seeing Aleister for a couple months, your relationship with him becoming heavy and intense quite quickly. His appearance was a touch intimidating, given the all the tattoos, his sheer size, the mohawk, and the full beard. Underneath it all was a intelligent, compassionate, and above all gentle man. It wasn’t until a couple of weeks ago that he’d told you his particular tastes.

You couldn’t deny it, you were curious. Aleister was quietly pleased by all your questions and he was tireless in answering all of them. He preferred to be called sir, he kept the power play in the proverbial bedroom and wasn’t interested in anything even remotely resembling total power exchange, and had a taste for sadism. You had your reservations though.

You were touched by Aleister’s honesty in expressing his desires to you, so it was only fair that you told him what made you hesitant. He was quick to assuage all your fears, explaining that it was the submissive could take control back at any time, that there are safewords and signals used that can slow down the play or halt it altogether. That your hard boundaries would be respected to the highest degree.

You agreed to try, for him. 

And that’s how you found yourself, standing in just a matching black lace bra and panty set, arms wrapped protectively around yourself. Aleister was staring at you expectantly, waiting for you to speak. 

“Green, for everything is okay. Orange, for slow down. Red, for stop.”

He nodded, a small smile pulling at his lips. 

“I mean that. If it ever becomes too much, say Red and it all stops, with no questions asked.”

You nodded, feeling more at ease and you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Aleister sensed that you had relaxed and closed the distance between the two of you, sweeping you into a fierce kiss that made the blood in your veins hum with pleasure. 


It was a low, growled command that sent a bolt of excitement straight to your core and you sunk to your knees with your hands clasped behind your back. His hands were steady and sure as he undid the fly and zipper of his black jeans and pushed down both the denim and his boxer briefs, revealing his already half hard cock. 

“Open and suck.”

God, the way he issued that commands worked for you, his voice gravelly and stern. You leaned in, bringing your hands from behind your back to assist and brace yourself on his hip. Your lips were just a millimeter away from touching the thick head of his half hard member, your fingers ghosting along him when Aleister spoke again.

“Hands behind your back. Your mouth only.”

You looked up, startled, at his words and you slowly moved to clasp your hands behind your back at the dark heat in his eyes. A large hand gently grasped the back of your head, pulling you forward. You needed no further prompting, wrapping your lips around him. Every bob of your head was met with a shallow thrust from his hips, driving himself deeper into your mouth inch by inch. 

“Eyes on me.”

You snapped your eyes up to his and you were pleased in the most feminine of ways when his breath caught and he gave the smallest of moans at a particularly clever pattern your tongue traced. All too soon, your nose was pressed up against his pubic bone, the length of him hot down your throat. Aleister held you there, for a moment, his hand firm at the back of your head and murmuring about how you were such a good girl. 

The lack of air was beginning to make your vision go fuzzy when Aleister withdrew almost completely from your mouth. You were able to take a wild inhale of precious air, before you were caught off guard by the quick snap of his hips, driving himself to the back of your throat. Instinctively, your eyes began to water and your hands came up to grasp his hips in an attempt to control his movements.

Aleister stopped, removed himself from your mouth, and tutted his disappointment. 

“I told you no hands. Such a shame, you were being such a good girl. I didn’t want to punish you, but I believe I have to now.”

A jolt of fear pulsed through your system and you spluttered, trying to explain yourself. “I didn’t mean to, I swear, I just reacted. I-”

He held a hand up, a small smile on his face, and he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “I know, (Y/N), but I gave you an instruction and you didn’t follow it. I wouldn’t have let you fall, but you need to trust me to take care of you. Now, bend over my knee.”

You stood, on shaky legs and quickly made your way to bend over his tattooed thighs. The overwhelming need to please and be good for Aleister had caught you by surprise, but you were practically shaking like a leaf as you lay prone across his lap, your lace covered posterior in the air. Aleister’s left arm banded around your low back and his hand clasped your hip to anchor your in tight as his right hand began to rub the soft flesh of your ass. 

“I think ten should be sufficient. You are to count each, am I understood?”

You nodded, the breath rushing out of your lungs as his long fingers dipped between your thighs to press against the hot slick that you had been trying to ignore in an effort to be good. You heard the barest of groans from Aleister, along with some muttered Dutch. 

The first slap to your right cheek caught you off guard, the crack of hand against the soft globe of flesh echoed through the bedroom, and you shrieked at the sudden burst of pain. The sting was almost enough to make you forget to count, but Aleister had paused just long enough for you to whimper. 


The second came just after you finished the word, this time to your left buttock. You gasped out two, the sharp pain sending a sharp spike of arousal to your belly and you writhed in Aleister’s lap, doing your best to soothe the sting of your flesh and the ache between your thighs. It wasn’t just you that was affected, if the iron-like ridge digging into the flesh of your stomach was any indication.

“Stop moving. If you continue, I will have to add another five to your count.”

You nodded quickly, whispering, “Yes sir.”

The next four strikes came in rapid succession, each alternating which globe of flesh they hit and always in the same spot. By the seventh strike, you didn’t realize you were sobbing, tears streaming down your face and an overwhelming ache between your thighs. Small tremors were rocking your body and you were sure that your butt cheeks were cherry red by the sting that radiated from there.

“(Y/N), give me a color.”

Aleister’s voice was low and soothing, touched with worry and concern. This grip on your hip relaxed, his thumb was rubbing soft circles into your skin and the hand that had been spanking you was trailing gently along the soft skin of your thighs. Your sobs mellowed into hiccups, the tears slowing on your face. God, you hated that you did badly…

“Please, (Y/N), I need a color.”

Your lips trembled and you kept trying to breathe through your hiccups.

“O-orange. I-I’m sorry. Orange.”

Aleister took a sharp inhale of breath and then suddenly you were straddling his lap, his lips ghosting against yours and his hands lightly massaging your abused flesh. His touch made gooseflesh break out across your body, the mixture of pleasure-pain setting every nerve ending on edge.

“Thank you for trusting me. Are you okay to continue?”

You nodded jerkily, your hips bearing down and grinding of their own accord, looking for any sort of relief. The words just came out, as a babble and you didn’t know if you could stop them. 

“I’m s-sorry I couldn’t do it all the way. Please don’t be mad, I still want this and I still want you and I just want you to be hap-”

He cut you off with a soul searing kiss, stealing the breath right out of your lungs. You were eager to return the kiss, the tears on your face rapidly drying and the warm metal of his lip piercing combined with the soft scratch of his beard only adding to the pulsing ache between your legs. His arms tightened around you, one of his hands slipping through your parted thigh and underneath the soaked lace to massage the slick, swollen bundle of nerves. 

Your back bowed at the contact, a broken moan tearing from your throat as Aleister began to press open mouthed kisses along your decollete. His hand stilled, his fingers still pressed against your clit, and you just couldn’t control it, your hips riding his digits feverishly looking for any sort of relief from the tension.

“You are perfect.”

He was quick to pick you up in his arms and flip your positions so you were lying flat on your back. He hooked his fingers in the band of the lace panty and with a quick jerk, ripped the delicate fabric from your body. The squeak  that you made from the sting of the fabric biting into your skin quickly morphed into a whine, as Aleister spread your legs wide and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down your slit.

The torture continued for several moments, his tip rubbing against your swollen nub slow enough to make your toes curl. 

“Aleister, s-sir please. I need you.”

His lips curled into a smile, his chest swelling with pride.

“Since you asked so prettily.”

He lined himself to your center and drove home with a snap of his hips. You mewled at the sudden, but welcome intrusion, your internal muscles grasping at his length greedily. Aleister gave you no time to adjust to his size, thrusting and grinding at a demanding pace. It was all you could do to grasp at his tattooed forearms as an anchor, your fingernails creating little half moon indentations. You were so close, the ball of tension becoming almost unbearably tight.

A large, tattooed hand wrapped around your throat, the heel of his palm pressing into your airway and the tips of his index and middle fingers were resting on your lips. The pressure of his hand on your throat made your feminine walls flutter, your toes curling in anticipation. His words made you pause.

“You will not cum until I say you can, understood?”

You whined in protest, beyond words at this point, bearing down greedily on his cock. The pressure on your throat increased at the same time Aleister slowed to thrusts so shallow, that you could barely tell he was moving. 

“Do you understand?”

You nodded jerkily, your hands dropping to the sheet and clenching at the soft fabric in the hopes of staving off your own release. It was probably the hardest thing you had ever done, because Aleister was ruthless. There was a hand on your throat restricting your airflow and the other was rubbing merciless circles around your clit. It took everything you had in you to not give in, to be good, and to follow what you were told. 

You needed something to distract yourself from the feel of him in and around you. The idea struck you as the rough pad of his middle finger brushed your lower lip. On the digits next pass over your mouth, you parted your lips and captured the rough pad in your mouth.

Aleister’s hips stuttered almost imperceptibly at the sudden heat that enveloped his finger. It was when you rolled your tongue over the calloused digit and looked up at Aleister from underneath your lashes did he seem to lose control.

His hips met yours over and over again, the sensitive and heated flesh of your ass being pressed into the mattress, pairing pain and pleasure again in the most dizzying of ways. The room was filled with the slapping of flesh on flesh, ragged groans, and high pitched mewls. Aleister placed more pressure on your neck, oxygen quickly becoming precious, and the finger rubbing at the bundle of nerves just above your connection to him became more insistent. 

“Now, (Y/N). Cum now.”

The command was like a livewire straight to your core and your body arched upwards in release at the same time that Aleister let go of his grip on your throat. That first gasp of air intensified your orgasm and your vision whited out.

This felt like the longest orgasm of your life, your body overcome by the clenching and releasing of muscles in pleasure. You could feel yourself babbling, about what, you didn’t know. In the distance, you could hear a roar which you thought was from Aleister. 

He collapsed against you, catching most of his weight on his forearms and his head resting against your breast. He made no motions to disconnect from you, his cock slowly softening as he pressed light kisses to the skin of your chest, while mumbling something in Dutch.

“Can… we do that again?”

Aleister looked up, his eyes soft and his grin wide. 

“We can do whatever you want, mijn geliefde.”

think of me

Here’s to you, @elnabu this is the fic that accompanies the shitty sketches i did back for ur bday, woman. I hope you like it xD

On an unrelated note, please tell me what you think of this, y'all (yes me and puns oops)

oh and I *am* in fact working on requests. this has been sitting in my phone for so long i just had to finish it xD

Kiss me.”

Cassian cannot hope to have heard her right.

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another anon request: MORE OF WEREWOLF!JUNGKOOK AND VAMPIRE!OC😭💖 some fluff would be really nice,,,,,maybe a confession??? and a cute kiss with them accidentally bumping fangs omg😭😭😭😭 thank u so much, i love u and your writing, bless you!!🙏💕

Moonlight In Your Hands

Summary: You and Jungkook have long conquered your fear of talking to each other and becoming friends. Now it’s time to conquer the next one (vampire!au; werewolf!au)

“Senior year.”

“I know. Can you believe it?” Jungkook turns to look at you, grinning. “The vampire princess is part of the fucking upperclassmen.” You’re quick to punch his arm, but he’s hardly phased as he laughs heartily, the straps of his bag almost slipping clean off his shoulders.

“Shut up, you mutt,” you retort, frowning as you fix your sunglasses.

“Ooh. Feeling feisty today?”

Shut up.” Jungkook all but cackles as he follows behind you, draping his arm over your shoulders when he catches up. “Jerk.”

“I’m kidding,” he says, nuzzling the side of your head with his nose. “C’mon. I’ll buy you a snack before class starts.”


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When We Were (M)

request: are you still looking for something to write about? I’ve been dying for an angsty (w/ a happy ending) Yoongi fic. Something like they’re in an arranged marriage and he’s angry about it, but she’s trying to make the best of it, but he’s usually mean/rude to her. I didn’t see any fic request rules, so I hope this is ok! Thanks! :)

group: bts

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: angst, fluff & smut

word count: 6.5k

A/N: I hope you like it! remember I really appreciate feedback :’)

Originally posted by mn-yg

Min Yoongi was your best friend since childhood, both families were friends generations ago and even though your friendship wasn’t exactly your choice, for him it felt more like a duty. At four he was mean, hiding your favorite toys and pretending he never saw them and he only admitted once you found them sitting under his bed.

At eight, somehow he managed to appreciate it more, taking in the idea of your forced friendship. And he was okay with it.


His weird manners and random rudeness didn’t stop you from falling for Min Yoongi, and you fell hard. Sometimes he was mean, others he seemed to be kind and even fond but most of the time, and he didn’t give a shit about you. Every Saturday night he would pretend to care, giving you warm smiles that were nothing else but a spectacle, to show your parents and his. Those were the memories you cherished more from him, ignoring the bad treats to replace them with those nights.

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Lake House Love Affairs//Stiles Stilinski & Malia Tate

I am absolutely in love with this story, this is a collab with @justsohappensiimagined (I don’t know if it will tag her, but PLEASE check her out!) She’ll be posting part 2 and then she’ll throw it back to me for part 3

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Liam Dunbar, Hayden Romero, Mason Hewitt, Scott McCall, Theo Raeken, Isaac Lahey, Corey Bryant, Kira Yukimura, Werewolf!Reader.

“Holy crap, this is gonna be awesome.“ Stiles exclaimed from the backseat. You rolled your eyes at the spastic boy.

“Stiles, we’re going to Lydia’s lake house, not Dubai. Calm down.” Derek chuckled at him.

“Yeah, but this is a supernatural free weekend. No fighting Dread Doctors, or La Bête du Gevaudan, or freaking Nogitsunes,” he shuttered at the last evil thing he listed, “we can all just be normal.” He finished.

You give him a pointed look, “Stiles, you’re the only human here, and yet you’ve been possessed while the rest of us are either werewolves or something else.”

“I mean…yeah..but I was still something.” Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

“Just because you were possessed doesn’t make you supernatural. You don’t even remember 98% of your possession.” Isaac pops up from the third row of seating.

“Isaac, I swear to God…” Stiles says under his breath.

“Both of you shut up. You’ve been fighting the whole way here.” Derek groans.

“Are we there yet?” You look over at Scott and he chuckles.

“Ten more minutes.”

Everyone in the car groans collectively.

You hear a loud beep. “Recalculating.” The GPS states monotonously. You all groan even louder.

“Derek, this is the sixth time this has happened!” Malia exclaimed from beside Issac.

“Either you’re a really shitty driver, or this thing is stalling us so we run out of gas in the middle of nowhere and get eaten by backwoods hillbillies.” You told Derek.

The driver rolled his eyes. Stiles laughed at your comment, clutching his stomach. A small blush formed on your face, making you tighten your smile. Even though the GPS had recalculated your route, Derek was proven truthful as you arrived ten minutes later. Scott and Stiles practically jumped out of the car, even though it wasn’t in park.

“Oh my God, fresh air.” You take a deep breath as you step out.

Lydia runs out the door, “What took you guys so long?” She crosses her arms.

You stretch your legs, the feeling starting to return. “Ask Derek.”

He rolls his eyes as he gets out, “The GPS recalculated..we drove in circles for a bit.”

“I told you we’d been past that tree before!” Stiles shouts and shakes his head.

She sighs, “Come inside. There’s beer in the fridge. I assume you’re here to party.” She turns on her heel and walks inside.

“She’s in a mood.” Malia mutters as she passes you, her bag over her shoulder.

You grab your bag from the back. “Tell me about it.”

You walk inside, Scott and Stiles trailing behind you. You quickly rush to the kitchen, finding Liam, Hayden, Mason and Corey. “Ah, fresh fish!” You smiled. “Y/N, we’re sophomores now.” Mason told you. You stood in front of him, grinning. “Yeah, but you’re about as tall as a fourth grader. Suck it up.” You shrugged, brushing past him and to the refrigerator.

Hayden giggled at your comment, earning a smile from Liam. “Where’s Kira?” You asked Lydia as she walked into the room. “Upstairs unpacking.” Lydia said quickly, running to stop Stiles from playing with a vase. You giggled at the two.

“You guys are adorable.” You smile and shake your head, hitching your bag up a bit.

“Us? We’re adorable? Lydia and I? We’re an us?” Stiles fumbles over his words.

“We’re not an us.” She glances between the two of you, an unreadable look on her face.

“Yeah..we aren’t a thing. Just an FYI, y'know…just telling you.” He tries to lean back and play off his awkwardness.

You smile, a bit of relief rushing over you. You’d always thought he was interested in Lydia. You’d misread things.

“Hey, Lyd?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“How are we splitting up bedrooms?”

“I actually didn’t think of that.” She muttered. “Okay, well we have two rooms down here to Hayden and Liam could stay in one and Mason and Corey in the other. Is that cool guys?” She asked them. They nodded.

“Lydia, I unpacked in your room.” Kira said coming downstairs.

“Well, that settles me and Kira. Stiles?” Lydia questioned.

Stiles snapped his head away from the vase Lydia told him to leave alone, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh–pft, Scott?” Stiles said shakily. Scott chuckled before nodding his head.

“Y/N and I could bunk together.” Malia said from the couch.

You shrug, Malia smiling at you, “Good with me. What about Isaac and Derek? Wait and Theo?” You spot him from across the room, he’s been silent since you arrived. You grab your bag and stand up, looking around and counting heads. “Maybe we should’ve thought this through a little bit more.” You chuckle as Isaac and Derek both give Theo a look.

“I don’t wanna bunk with you, no offense dude.” Isaac shakes his head at Theo.

“I second that notion.” Derek raises a finger.

You give Theo an apologetic glance, “Sorry..”

“Nice to know everyone likes me.” Theo rolls his eyes.

“Hey, I like you.” You said softly, lightly nudging him.

“Really?” He scoffed, leaning back against the wall.

You nodded. Everyone had went off to their rooms, unpacking and getting settled in. “Yeah.” You shrugged. “I know you’ve done some pretty shady shit in the past,” you managed to make him laugh, “but you’ve changed, I hope. I think you’re one of the good guys.” You smiled.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Theo said softly.

You smiled before making your way upstairs with Malia. Walking in, you didn’t expect her to be changing. “Oh, God. I’m sorry!” You gasped, seeing her rip off her shirt.

She doesn’t react, she’s still a little iffy on social cues. You do see a small blush spread across her face from your reaction.

She slips a loose tank top on, pulling her hair up over it, “It’s okay.” She smiles.

You feel your face heat up, you’re blushing so hard you’re almost cold. “Jesus, I should probably knock.” You sigh as you run a hand through your hair. You made this situation way more awkward than it should’ve been.

“…” You point behind you. “Should go do something..I think.”

“You smell like..anxiety…” She glances at you, her eyebrow raised. “And arousal?”

“Kay, bye!” You said quickly, making your way back down the stairs. You sighed heavily before turning into the kitchen. A force pushed you back a little, causing you to gently hit the wall. “Ah, crap! I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t see you there.” Stiles apologized.

“I-It’s cool. It was my fault. I should’ve been paying attention.” You shrugged, your mind still lingering on shirtless Malia.

Why am I even thinking about that? God, Y/N, stop it. “Well, uh,” Stiles stuttered, “I was gonna go chill out back with Derek and Scott. Would you like to join me—I mean, us? Would you like to join us?” Stiles asked you.

You nodded your head. “Yeah. Yeah of course.”

You follow him outside, trying to clear your thoughts.

The minute you step outside Scott and Derek’s head pop up, their eyes follow you as you sit down, a curious look on both of their faces.

“What uh…what were you doing in there?” Scott raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, I uh..I-I bumped into Y/N in the kitchen.” He nods.

“Literally.” You try to deflect, knowing all too well they smelled the arousal on you too.

You rock in the hammock, the swaying making you feel a bit more at ease. Stiles comes and sits beside you, the hammock shifting to the side.

“Hey, Stilinski.” You smiled up at him.

He sighed, putting one arm behind his head, and holding a beer in the other. “Y/L/N.” He grinned. “The guys want to order pizza, but they couldn’t decide so they sent me to ask you what you wanted instead.” He told you.

Craning your neck up to look at the whiskey eyed boy, you hummed in though. “Pineapple.” You answered happily.

“What? Pineapple? On pizza? Are you serious?” He asked bewildered. You nodded. You yelled to Scott what you wanted, and the boys agreed. “I can’t believe you eat pineapple on pizza. What sort of monster are you?” Stiles gawked.

“I’m a werewolf.” You answered, your eyes glowing yellow.

He rolls his eyes, “Wow. That’s news to me.” He says monotonously.

You swat his arm, “Don’t be a smart ass.”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” He rubs his arm where you hit him.

You mimic his voice, “Do you know who you’re talking to? You sound like Jackson.”

He feigns hurt feelings, “I can’t believe you just said that to me.” He pouts as he places his hand on his arm.

“Aw, you poor baby.” You laugh, looking over at him. “Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?” You glance at the spot on his arm, no sign of bruising, much less redness.

“Are you flirting with me?” He squinted his eyes, a small smirk playing at his lips.

“Please, who would flirt with you?” Issac questioned, laying on the other side of you. Stiles made a face of disgust towards the blue eyes boy. This is going to be interesting. “Oh, go sit on a cactus.” Stiles scoffed, taking a swig of his beer.

“Bite me.” Isaac retorted.

“Eat me.” Stiles spat.

“Kiss my ass.” Issac responded.

“Would you two stop acting like a bunch of babies?” You shouted, their bickering becoming quite annoying with you in the middle.

“He started it!” Stiles huffed.

“I don’t care who started it, just both of you piss off.” You groan. Isaac smirks and scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Sorry, Y/N.” He says your name lowly and you flick your eyes upward.

“Isaac?” You lean into him.

“Hmm?” He looks down at you.

“Don’t say my name like that.”

“Like what?”

“All dark and sexy. It has zero effect on me.”

“Okay, fine. But answer this…would you sleep with me?”

“Where the hell is that coming from?” You sit up and he smirks.

“Answer the question.”

You purse your lips, thinking. “Under the right circumstances I guess. What the hell is your problem?” You laugh.

You hear Stiles grunt from behind you as Isaac smirks.

“But then again, I also like pineapples on my pizza. So who’s so say I won’t be delirious when it happens.” You smirk at Issac. Stiles turned to grin at you, a huge smile coming to view. ​

Issac’s face fell with confusion and hint of anger. “Whatever.” He scoffed. ​

Stiles teased him, “What’s wrong? Did the baby get his feelings hurt?” ​

Issac shot him a glare, “Shut up, Stiles. I’ve gotten more than you can get in two months.

“Wow. Amazing. It’s like you’re trying to be an asshat.” Stiles retorted, his words slurred a little bit. Issac walked back towards us, Stiles instinctively standing up to face him. God dammit. You knew this was going to happen. Stiles and Issac under the same roof for a week? The couldn’t even last five minutes without insulting each other. ​

“If you’re going to keep running your mouth like that, I can think of a few ways to make you shut up.” Issac threatened.​

“Oh, I’d be happy to prove you wrong?” Stiles said lowly.



It was then that Issac punched Stiles square in the jaw. ​

You finally moved from the hammock, running towards the fight. “Issac, stop!” You yelled. Stiles turned back to Issac, tackling him to the ground. Stiles shuffled upwards before continually punching Issac. “Stiles! Stop!” You screamed louder. Derek and Scott rushed to pull Stiles off of the bleeding boy underneath him.

Everyone else rushed outside as They managed to pull Stiles up. Issac’s face was bruised and bloody as you knelt beside him. “Oh, goodness.” You gasped. “I’ll heal.” He muttered, standing up as Derek examined his face. ​

“Stiles, are you alright?” You heard Scott ask. You spun to look at the dimpled boy. You never knew Stiles could get that angry, or hit with such a force.

“Let’s get you inside.” You tell Stiles, pulling his arm along. “Are we just gonna ignore what he did?!” Issac yelled to you. You stopped, turning around eyes ablaze. “Walk it off.” You growled through gritted teeth.

“Are you kidding me? Tell me you’re kidding!” You push him inside and slam the door closed. “What kind of idiot gets into a fight with a werewolf? God, Stiles!” ​

He sighs and runs his hand over his face, “He was flirting with you.” He mumbles. ​

“And?” You cross your arms, “I’m not your girlfriend, Stiles. People can flirt with me. I’m single.” ​

He sighs and looks at his feet, “That’s the problem.” He says under his breath.​

“What?” You drop your arms and look at him.​

“I…I didn’t plan on doing this…or probably ever, but, Y/N I have feelings for you. Deep, strong feelings.” ​


“Don’t say anything yet.” He says quickly. “I just want everything to be a little more clear here. I don’t expect anything from you, I just want you to know.”

You squint at him, your chest flittering. “You have feelings for me?”

“Don’t forget the deep and strong part.” He bites his lip.

“For how long?” You raise an eyebrow.


“How long have you had feelings for me, Stiles?”

Hiding in the Impala Part Two

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: the Reader, the Reader’s ex, Sam, Dean 
Warnings: reference to past abuse, violence, swearing, angst
Word count: 2284
Summary: After the Reader has been taken back to Sam and Dean’s motel, her ex finds them again. However, this time, Sam and Dean notice something off about him, something supernatural. 
A/N: Again, the original idea isn’t mine! This is an adaptation of @writingthingsisdifficult ‘s original work, which is seriously awesome and you all should check it out:)
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