undressing you with my eyes

Absolutely! I’ve never written these two together before, but I really enjoyed imagining them meeting, and it did become shippy  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Thanks for the prompt!


The first thing Oikawa notices are his lips, the upward slant of them, crooked and teasing. He doesn’t like it. It feels off balance. It suggests that there are things this dark-haired boy knows that Oikawa does not. He hates that feeling.

“Who is that, Iwa-chan?” he asks, tipping his chin just slightly in the direction of the lanky boy who has caught his attention.

“Kuroo-san?” Iwaizumi says, as if that name should mean anything to Oikawa. “He’s their captain. Middle blocker. You didn’t watch their tapes?”

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nothing better than her

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Prompt: “can you do an imagine where Jason Todd falls for Wally Wests superpowered but naïve twin???”

Warnings: overwhelming cuteness and like one swear word???

Word count: 1914

This is a repost of one of my old stories from orracleswrites. I’m really proud of this one and it’s just too good to delete. I repeat, this is a repost, I did not steal or plagiarize this.

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Always And Forever (Edward Nygma x Reader Smut)

Guys, never forget: you ARE beautiful. You ARE worth being loved. You ARE desirable. You are wonderful the way you are

I’m dedicating this to one of my dearest friends, @cnygma who is always writing little images for me to cheer me up. I am sorry, this story isn’t good enough to express my gratitude, but I still hope you’ll like and I hope I can make you and others loved with this piece.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Oral (You receiving), Reader with massive self-doubts, Worried Edward, Ed showing you how much he loves and desires you

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I Knew You Were Trouble

It should be another ordinary night for Deputy Jack Zimmermann while he guards the drunk tank in Samwell, MA.

It is not.

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Jack Zimmermann is fairly sure he’s a good person. He has his moments, at the very least. He’s a perfectly decent sheriff’s deputy and is good at his job and he’s always the one to volunteer to babysit the drunk tank overnight in their tiny town. He has never had an incident on record.

He’s going to hold onto the “no priors” thing when he has to explain tonight.

The first person deposited in his drunk tank is a tall – but not as tall as Jack – wiry fellow with unnecessarily long – but stunningly well groomed – hair, a spectacular moustache, and a warm grin. He’s wearing only a pair of cargo shorts even though it is not warm outside. Jack rolls his eyes when the guy says his name is Shitty.

“I need your actual name for the booking sheet,” Jack says.

“B,” the guy says. “Seriously. It’s just B. B. Simeon Knight III if you really want to know.”

Jack is pretty sure he’s high, which goes a long way to explaining his presence in the drunk tank. Jack records B. Simeon Knight’s name on the sheet and gets the charge from the arresting officer – drunk and disorderly with a healthy dose of malicious mischief.

The next people are brought in together, a pair of shockingly large men who bow their heads and sit down across from Shitty in the drunk tank. They’re clearly going for remorseful and apologetic, but after Jack collects their names (Justin Oluransi and Adam Birkholtz) one of them starts giggling lowly and Jack shakes his head. Oluransi punches Birkholtz in the shoulder and the giggling stops. Jack is reminded for some reason of the quote, “A good friend will bail you out of jail, but a best friend will be sitting there next to you laughing.”

The fourth person brought to him is absolutely tiny. He’s blond, he’s got huge brown eyes, his whole face is glowing red from alcohol consumption, and once he’s deposited in the drunk tank, he proceeds to lean up against the bars and stare at Jack with big eyes.

“You’re the prettiest police officer I’ve ever seen,” he says in a heavy southern drawl.

“Deputy,” Jack corrects, trying not to look at his latest acquisition, who is apparently named Eric Bittle.

“You’re the prettiest police deputy I’ve ever seen,” Eric Bittle says, still staring at him. Jack doesn’t look. Because Eric Bittle is definitely the cutest detainee he’s ever had.

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Rendezvous

Prompt #28. “I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes.”

Warnings : Mentions of sex, implied smut

Author : Ash

Request : Yes @sgt-jbb-107

Summary : Bucky’s Truthful Answer of why he wasn’t listening during your de-briefing brings back some rather “intimate” moments from your teammates.

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Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

“I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes” your boyfriend Bucky said as he looked your over. You were in the middle of giving a de-briefing when you had asked Bucky a question only to be met with a more then truthful answer. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“We all know you and (Y/N) have a very active sex life.” Natasha pointed out. She gave you both a sly wink and you noticed everyone nodding their heads in agreement. “Remember the time on the balcony?” Nat said as you she gave you a thumbs up.

“It’s not like we haven’t heard or seen the security camera footage.” Tony said. “And by the way, I’m still waiting for one of you to replace the counter in the kitchen.” He said his eyes shifting to Bucky. You thought back to that night, one of the nights where you got jealous of some blonde bimbo at one of Tony’s parties. You had told Bucky “Fuck me for all I’m worth” and he did. Although it broke the kitchen counter in the process.

“What about the time where (Y/N) and Bucky decided they would stop the elevator during the cocktail party because they absolutely couldn’t wait?” Wanda said almost in a teasing tone. She threw a tsk-tsk finger shake at you and you just hung your head down as you started laughing.

“Oh no, I know the one that tops that.” You and Bucky both looked over at Steve. You all three shared a knowing look. “Steve, don’t say it pal.” Bucky said almost in a teasing yet threatening tone. “Oh god, this isn’t happening.” You muttered under your breath.

“Quinjet three weeks ago…we were in the middle of a mission and they decided to stay behind.” Steve looked at both of you. A mortified expression crossed everyone’s face.

“That’s what you were doing??!!” Everyone said in unison. You hung your head down in shame as everyone just laughed. “To our defense, you guys had everything taken care of.” You said as you tried regain your composure.

After a few minutes of embarrassing stories and good laughs the team decided you’d try to give the debriefing at another time. As everyone started to file out of the conference room Bucky walked up to you.

“You know Doll, I was imagining that purple lace number I love so much underneath that tight little dress of yours…You could show me right here.” He said seductively as his hand skimmed its way to your thigh right at the hem of your dress.

“Not in the Conference Room Barnes, I want at least one thing that hasn’t been defiled by both of you.” You heard Tony shout as he walked by. You and Bucky just laughed as you both started to head towards your room. The conference room would just have to wait for another day.

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The Cuckoo Bird: A “Shatter Me” Fanfiction

Summary: Warner and Juliette are starting to put the world back together, piece by piece, and while preparing for a celebration, Juliette decides to wear something special to surprise him.

Ship: Warnette

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,617

A/N: This fic takes place after the Shatter Me series, so if you haven’t read it all the way through, I would avoid this.

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Wear something red… 
I like the way red falls from you… 
like you’re stepping out 
from a sunrise or a rose or 
from one of my arteries… 
and it leaves you standing there 
naked in a pool of light, or petals, 
or the dark blood of my need. 

Wear something red, love… 
something of the longest wavelength 
of visible light… 
I want to be forced 
to take my time undressing you… 
I want the red to be like ropes 
tying my eyes to your body… 
tying my hands to your skin. 

- Peregrine

Heat of the Moment [Part 1]

Prompts #20: “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anybody”  and  #26: “Wait, where are my clothes?” #28: I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes…?” and  #5: “Damn you are a kinky motherfucker…I like it.”

Author(s): Caitsy and Ash

Warnings: Swearing, use of sexual words, Nat being sexy, Stucky,

Disclaimer: We do not own marvel or any characters. We also do know any gifs, images, jokes or songs that appear in this prompt.

Summary: Things get heated when Peter Parkers older sister comes for a visit when Peter’s never talked about her. Things get heated between reader and Scott. Bucky and Steve land themselves in an uncomfortable situation with each other. What really went on that night?

Requested: Yes. Anonymous

A/N: This is the first time Ash and I have co-authored something because we were stumped individually on how to take this so we did role-play lol. Enjoy.

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You weren’t that well known to the Avengers mainly because you were the older sister of a bug. Peter Parker was your little brother but he refused to let you anywhere the superheroes at the beginning because he saw you as the cool sibling. Actually Peter finally relented on not telling the Avengers about you so here he was was shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

“I have a secret.” Peter said drawing in a deep breath. Everyone dropped what they were doing to watch the bug boy talk.

“Did you murder your brothers Spider-boy?” Sam questioned leaning back into the couch.

“No that’s to be expected, I think Spidey is hiding something way more intriguing. I bet he’s secretly plotting to unleash a world of spiders. Maybe even a spider Godzilla.” Scott said. Everyone just looked at him wondering how this genius had a degree in electrical engineering.

“As cool as that sounds that’s not what I’ve come to confess.” Peter took in an even deeper breath. He went to speak only to be interrupted by a voice coming from the back.

“You still haven’t told them about me, have you punk?”

“Hey! That’s my nickname for Steve!” Bucky exclaimed not expecting it.

Peter face palmed as his older sister, as per usual, barged in when he was trying to do his thing. Everyone looking at the newcomer had a hard time grasping his Peter knew someone like this woman.

“How did you get into my building?” Tony questioned climbing to his feet in worry.

“Better yet how did the bug get her in his life?” Sam joked looking at the newcomer with a grin.

“Y/N Parker at your service.” You smirked taking a seat in the open chair crossing your legs, “By the way Tony, you’re technology isn’t all that strong against someone like me.”

Tony muttered pulled out his tablet with a glare towards the woman as he tried see just how she had gotten in without an alarm going off. Finding nothing he sat back down and emotionally isolated himself.

“Excuse me. I have to go reprogram and strengthen my security.” Tony huffed storming towards the elevator.

“Everyone, this is my sister.” Peter said reluctantly but with a bit of pride in his voice. He walked over and leaned down grabbing her around the neck. He whispered something in her ear making her laugh.

“Wait, just wait a minute.” Scott threw up his fingers not sure if he actually believed what was going on. He was secretly waiting for Ashton Kutcher to show up and let him know he was Punk’d.

“She’s your sister? I mean … you’re a bug. She’s hot. How does that work? You’re adopted aren’t you?” Scott moved his finger accusingly between the two of us. Peter and I just sat kind of dumbfounded before shaking our heads and laughing.

“We came from the same womb and parents.” You chuckled, “You blind there or does your mind stay the same small size?”

“Oh you have jokes, funny. Your jokes are as bad as his, you guys are definitely related.” Scott just shot you a wink and a sly smile. This guy was going to be trouble.

“My ‘bad’ jokes are better than your flirty words.” You rolled your eyes stretching your legs out, “I mean are you compensating your small dick or something?”

Scott seemed a bit taken back unsure of how to respond you. He’d never met someone so..feisty. If he was being honest, he rather liked it. “I don’t have to compensate for anything, my dick is quite the prize. Maybe you’ll find out at some point.”

“Um. No. I prefer men with…well not someone like you.” You chuckled as Peter made a sound is disgust.

“My sister’s practically a nun thank you very much.” Peter sniffled crossing his arms.

“Oh baby brother. Don’t you remember my boyfriend? We closed the door and we sure as hell weren’t play board games nor having a tea party.” You laughed as Peter gagged and shook his head.

“Oh (Y/N), you’re just full of surprises. Aren’t you?” Scott said in a coy tone. I could feel him looking me over and I knew ideas were just rolling around in his head. This weekend was going to be an interesting one to say the least.

“Well you know since you are new here and we barely know you. I think we should change that. A few drinks and a welcome to the tower party are in order.” Scott noted.

Steve groaned along with Bucky because they both knew that they would have to babysit drunk Avengers once more. Last time they played a drinking game Steve almost lost an eye when Scott decided to try Clint’s bow and arrow.

“Maybe we shouldn’t.” Steve calmly said, “Remember last time? Scott you-”

“Oh what did the little nuisance do?” You pouted, “Ants are such strange and unneeded creatures.”

“Strange, yes but unneeded … that’s a big no.” Scott said walking closer to where I was sitting. “And for the record, let’s just say tequila and archery don’t mix.” Scott said as he mock wiped the conversation over with his hands.

“Besides, who says bug boy’s sister could even keep up with us?” Scott scoffed. “She’s probably one drink and done.”

“Oh jesus.” Peter groaned collapsing onto the ground beside the chair, “Can we not talk about my sister’s life?”

“You’re just sad that you’re a lightweight.” You shot back at your brother before turning towards Scott again, “You’re looking at the current record holding in drinking games. I’m so legendary at college that Peter’s child friends know all about me.”

“It’s true! She drank so much she almost had alcohol poisoning.”

“If drinking was a career I would be fucking rich and the best. I can drink the strongest vodka straight vodka only.”

“Do they know all about you for your drinking or because of the tea parties you like to throw behind closed doors?” Scott said narrowing his eyes at me and running his eyes over me. Oh, that cocky bastard.

“You did not just accuse my sister of being a whore!” Peter shouted almost in rage and turning red.

Steve and Bucky grabbed the seething young Parker holding him tightly as to ensure the oddly strong boy from swinging. The team shifted uncomfortably at the entire time Y/N and Scott were bantering.

“Holy shit the sexual tension has grown.” Tony said as he made his reappearance, “FRIDAY informed me the words ‘drinking games’ was used at some point.”

“Of course alcohol would bring you back.” Bucky said rolling his eyes.


“Feels like a frat party with the sexual tension. Impressive given it’s only two people.”

“I need alcohol.” You moaned before opening your backpack to pull out a bottle of vodka. Everyone in the room froze at the sight before you looked down at it, “I was taking it to a girls night but I’m going to need it here.”

“Oh god, my sister is an alcoholic.” Peter muttered under his breath while shaking his head.

“I’ll grab the glasses and three more bottles.” Tony said whisking away to the bar that sat in the back of the room. You saw Steve and Bucky share knowing glances “we’re in for a long night.”

“Did that Thor guy leave any of that strong alcohol from wherever he comes from?” You asked getting looks from everyone. Peter had to take another glance at you in slight shock.

“How the hell?” Peter, “You drink alcohol like water. Holy fuck”

“Like a wise man once said, ‘that’s my secret, I’m always mad’”

“Wait you’re drunk all the time?” Steve exclaimed.

“No. I just like the quote.” You laughed, “I’m tipsy like forty percent of the time.”

“So you are an alcoholic. This explains a lot of things actually. “ Peter said kind of just shrugging it off.

“Alright children. Now we know everyone here is either a drunk, a pansy or just a weirdo we can get down to the important stuff. What game are we playing?” Tony asked coming settle back between all of us.

Scott’s hand shot up. “Really Scott, none of us are in pre-school” I quipped back.

“Ok alkie, I say we play something that’s a little unconventional and a little old school. For all the old people in our presence. Cap and Bucky I’m referring to you.” Scott said as he flashed a pointer finger their way, “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anybody”

“So did that hot guy leave his magic drink here?” You questioned tilting your head, “I want to see a tipsy Stucky.”

“Stucky?” Majority of the room questioned while Tony held up the bottle of Asgardian liquor. You gestured over to Bucky and Steve. They awkwardly looked at each other with disgust before shuffling away.

“Why do you look disgusted punk?!” Bucky exclaimed looking quite offended at his best friend, “I’d be the best lay you ever had, everybody wants a piece of me. I can do wonders with my-”

Most of the room wrinkled their noses and quickly shook their heads make Bucky even more offended.

“I wouldn’t mind a piece.” You said taking a swing of your vodka while bringing your eyes over the supersoldier slowly, “Actually a Stucky threesome…mhm.”’

“JESUS CHRIST!” Peter screamed.

“Damn, you are a kinky motherfucker…I like it” Scott said giving me a thumbs up while looking over at Cap and Bucky. “Actually that would be pretty interesting to see. Could I take photos? I think Tumblr would have a field day?” Scott asked pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I feel objectified.” Steve trailed off looking towards an equally awkward Bucky, “Bucky and I would never have a threesome.”

“No.” You sighed, “You two like the world thinking you’re clean missionary boys. I see the truth. You two are dirty freaks in the sheets. With each other.”

“OMG! Y/N SHUT-UP! I CAN’T…JUST…WHO ARE YOU EVEN?” Peter asked completely mortified. I should feel bad turning his childhood hero into some raunchy soccer mom’s fantasy, but I didn’t feel bad. I rather enjoyed it.

“Who wouldn’t want to see that? Two super soldiers having kinky super sex. That’s porn gold. I agree with (Y/N). There are hidden secrets there. Which means we are playing truth or dare, no objections.” Scott pronounced as if a lightbulb went off. It seemed like a grand idea. Peter was red in the face, Stucky was mortified but not completely objecting.

“Y/N I’m going to need that alcohol.” Peter groaned reaching towards the bottle. You literally hissed pulling it closer to you.

“Get your own bottle.” You glared taking a another swig of it, “Did you think I was going to share with my friends?”

“Oh have pity on the poor kid, I think you’ve emotionally scarred him.” Tony said passing a bottle of vodka and a glass to Peter. Peter grabbed the bottle silently thanking Tony. As he poured himself a glass he looked back over at you. You silently mouthed the words “I will kill you.” You made a mental note to slap Tony later.

“So now the question is who wants to go first?” I asked in a sauntering tone looking over at Steve and Bucky. Silently begging them to go first.

Steve facepalmed not wanting a minor drinking but if he was Peter he wouldn’t already drunk by chugging a bottle. He looked over to Bucky as his eyes slowly up up and down Bucky’s body. Feeling a gaze Bucky glanced over making both the men awkwardly shift and look away.

“Stop it.” Bucky grunted glaring away. Steve nodded before gluing his eyes at the group. He didn’t even look when he felt Bucky’s eyes give him the once over.

“Seeing as you’re the guest and a female, it’s only appropriate if you go first.” Steve said trying to remain calm, cool and collected. You could see him trying to keep his eyes focused on anything and everything. You were taking mental notes of the glares and once overs Bucky kept passing his way.

“Alright we’re going to play it the way my friends and I do.” You announced as everything sat on chair in a circle, “We mash it up with Never Have I Ever-”

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

“Let me explain.” You glared over at him, “What you do is when a player decides truth…everyone else takes a drink if they’ve done that the player is asked.”

“Oooh I like this.” Tony approved.

“If Peter said truth and I asked him if he’s ever pissed himself all the others players who have will take a drink.”

“I get it.” Steve nodded understanding.

“Nat the every quiet spy…truth or dare…” You smirked.

“Truth.” She cooly answered.

“What’s the longest you’ve ever given head.” You said, “Was it less than ten minutes.”

“A minute longer. He was average.”

You picked up your drink and took a swig causing Peter to shudder and nearly take a swig but he didn’t want to accused of doing…that. He was straight. You were surprised when Scott took a swig.


‘What?” Scott asked, “It was college! It was a dare that gave me a thousand dollars. I needed it!”

You just shot a smirk Scott’s way as you leaned back in the chair. He had peaked your curiosity. You felt Peter’s eyes shift to you as he shook his head. He waited for the next person to speak before taking a huge swig of his drink.

“Ok, Peter …the innocent and golden boy, Peter Parker.” Nat smirked and you could see a devious glint cover her face. You saw Peter turned red and you just prepared yourself to take a big enough swig to get past whatever was about to come out of your younger brother’s mouth, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Peter practically squeaked out.

“Have you ever thought about being a stripper?” Nat questioned leaning back against the couch.

“NO!” Peter shouted. You took a swig of your drink along with Wanda.

“What?!” Steve exclaimed staring at Wanda. You could tell that he saw her as a daughter by the parental tone of voice, “Wanda!?”

“Times were hard for my brother and I!” Wanda defended herself.

You pursed your lips understanding exactly why she had to do it following the death of her parents and just before she volunteered to that HYDRA thing.

“I actually did it a couple times.” You shrugged, “It was the month that Uncle Ben died and it hit Aunt Mae hard that we almost lost the electricity. So until she got back on her feet she thought I got a waitressing job.”

“That’s why you came home in sparkles.” Peter nodded to himself. He set his sights on Sam, “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare. Bring it it bug.” Sam glared at him.

“Stand outside naked for three minutes.” Peter announced.

“WEEEAKK.” Scott shouted along with Sam and Bucky. Sam stripped before strutting out the balcony wiggling until he was leaning against the wall beside the door.

You didn’t happen to miss the way Steve and Bucky both watched Sam strip and walk out. Then turn back to each other and quickly divert their gaze.

“Scott, truth or dare?” Tony asked holding up his glass of scotch and taking a huge swig. Scott looked at you giving you a once over before turning to back to Tony. He stood up taking a deep breath before taking a long swig.

“Truth. You metal man. Hit me!” He exclaimed, he made it no secret that the liquor was starting to hit him. You just giggled watching the antics.

“When you first had sex, did you suffer from premature ejaculation?” Tony just sat there as if his question was every bit normal. Everyone looked at Scott. There was a unanimous yes that filled the room and you noticed Tony, Steve and Bucky all taking a swig of their drink.

“For the record, No I didn’t. That has never been an issue. But nice to know all the big men in the room have to compensate.” He scoffed and just mumbled something under his breath.

“Y/N…truth or dare sweetcheeks?” Scott smirked looking over at you. You chuckled before leaning forward.

“Dare…bitch.” You laughed returning his smirk.

“Kiss someone of the same sex.” Scott grinned. You shrugged before looking towards Nat.

“You single?” Nat hummed in response, “Wanna make out like teens?”

Nat laughed before coming over to you swaying her hips as she walked over. She leaned down placing her hands on either side of the back of your chair and whispered in your ear. You could feel her lips running over the shell of your ear, down your earlobe and softly but barely across your jaw. She pressed her body a little bit closer to yours before straddling herself on top of you. You took her hands and pressed her face closer to yours. “Let’s give em a show” you whispered and she happily nodded, “Peter go to the kitchen for a minute, we both don’t want to have this happen with you in the room.”

Nat ran her fist in your hair while you kissed with furiosity. You let a small kiss escape your lips as you battled for dominance and Nat took that moment to slide her tongue inside. Both of you exploring and devouring each other. You could feel her hands sliding down your chest and above the hem of your pants. You moved your lips to her neck biting, teasing, sucking while your hands made their way to her chest. You felt Nat starting to grind against you. She let out a soft moan and you gave her neck one last bite before capturing her lips once last time.

Pulling back you saw the shocked expressions on everyone along with all the men besides Tony looking mighty tighter in some areas. You straightened your shirt as Peter walked back into the room without looking at you or Nat.

“I had a girlfriend in college.” You waved off the questions, “Bucky…dearest Bucky. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” Bucky said giving you a look.

“I’m not even sorry about this.” You shrugged before fixing your eyes on Steve too, “I dare you to…lick Steve from his neck…past to his navel and just slightly above his the elastic band of his boxers. Make it like you’re seducing him.”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other. You could see both of them tense up and squirm a little bit at the dare. “Guys, we don’t have all night the clock is ticking.” I said teasingly.

“I’ve never been one to shy away from a dare and I damn sure won’t start now.” Bucky said as he stood up. “Trust me pal?” He asked Steve placing out his hand for Steve to grab it.

“Always” Steve said as he started to take off his shirt. “No let me.” Bucky whispered.

Bucky gently placed his hands against Steve’s and pushed it back down to his side as he softly smiled. He snaked his hand down his chest playing with the hem of his shirt as he started to kiss on his neck. “Just enjoy” Bucky whispered in his ear, just a bit loud enough for everyone to hear.

Steve’s eyes closed shut, almost uncomfortably. It took both of the men a minute to let go of the tension. As Bucky started to kiss on Steve’s neck you saw his eyes become less tight. His hands made their way into Bucky’s hair gripping at the chestnut strands. Bucky was biting Steve’s neck just enough to feel a little pressure. He ran his metal arm underneath Steve’s shirt. The cold metal was a nice contrast against Steve’s boiling hot skin. He felt Bucky’s fingers dancing on the waistband of his pants … right above where things were starting to get a bit to tight. Steve and Bucky seemed to forget about everyone in the room as Bucky ripped open Steve’s shirt. He ran his hands over Steve’s chest teasingly over his hardened nipples which made Steve moan slightly.

“Fuck Bucky” Steve moaned out as Bucky started to lick and kiss his way down. He stopped at Steve’s nipples taking a moment to kiss, suck and lick. Steve’s grip on Bucky’s hair tightened and you heard a moan escape the brunette’s lips. Bucky dropped to his knees in front of his best friend and Steve looked down at him through lust blown eyes. Bucky kissed and licked his way down from Steve’s nipples to his navel dipping his tongue inside. He made it a point to trace the outline of each ab…nipping and biting. He made his way to Steve’s pants tugging them down just enough to expose that glorious v-cut and make you wonder how much more he needed to pull down to expose Steve’s cock. Bucky took his mouth and traced the v-cut on each side. He teasingly and softly kissed right above the line of Steve’s pants. He bit it softly, sucking just a tiny bit. He only pulled away when he noticed a purplish-blue mark forming.

“Told I could do wonders” Bucky smirked into Steve’s ear as he stood back up and went to go sit down.

“Sweet jesus fuck.” You choked out shifting in your seat, “Nat they made us look like inexperienced school girls. It was hot as hell, I think I need shower…or a man.”

“I cou-”

“I said man. Not Ant.”

“Man is in my n-”

“Mhm. We’ll see.” You trailed off taking him in before deciding if it could happen, “So is Stucky going to happen?”

“I think it is.” Peter said staring harshly at the wall, “I’m not innocent anymore.”

The night turned into a long drinking game with two bottles of Asgardian liquor was finished by the drunk supersoldier. Clint waved to everyone, nobody was sober enough to notice, as he felt a rather large need to video chat his wife. Everyone was really drunk.

“Scott…t-ruth or daaaree?” You asked not knowing who was left in the room. You could see him staring right at you and not looking like he was going to answer, “Scott are you listening?”

“I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes…? See you in my dreams sweetheart.” Scott answered before he passed out on the couch.

That was the last thing you remembered until you woke up in the room surrounded by people but nothing really woke you up until you noticed you were cuddling with Scott and liking it. Suspiciously Steve was absent from the room but Bucky was crashed still on the couch he had take to.

“Wait, where are my clothes?” Sam asked looking down at his chilled naked body.

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Silence (NSFW)

We had no intentions of staying in your grandparents’ spare bedroom after a delicious weeknight dinner, but the unanticipated storm leaves us with little alternative. I know you’re reluctant. As we say our good nights, and graciously accept a pile of clean linen, a devilish idea consumes me. I had teased you all evening with the tap on my nails on the dining room table and brush of my nylon clad foot against your leg while we ate, working us both into quite a state.

I quietly push you against the bedroom door as it closes shut behind us and then stand on my tiptoes to reach your precious lips. Between sweet kisses, you repeat my name under your breath in protest. You’re far from disillusioned by my bag of tricks. I smirk.

‘Arms up’ I demand in a cheeky whisper, purposefully ignoring your struggle. Those grey eyes widen and fixate on mine as you shake your head. 'Up’ I repeat, in the most confident of tongues. You gulp. There’s no point arguing, your pressing excitement tells me you need this as much as I do.

When you eventually comply, I burrow my fingertips under the bottom of your loose fitting t-shirt and graze my nails over your hips and up your tender sides as your shirt lifts. You tense. My nails leave an instant trail of goosebumps to mark their path and I feel you using every skerrick of willpower to keep your arms raised high above your head for our mutual enjoyment.

Pausing my fingertips at the base of your underarms, you begin to tremble. 'What’s the matter, baby?’ I ask with a grin. You bite your bottom lip. I can’t help but stare at you, admiring the wrinkles formed by your scrunched nose and not so hidden smile. I love how you’re useless at holding back the biggest of smiles. Fuck, you’re already making me melt.

I scurry my fingers under both of your arms at once and your composure instantly gives way. Your arms retract to your sides, trapping my fingers which I continue to scrunch, making you whither and squirm against the solid bedroom door. Not being able to laugh from fear of your grandparents hearing our playtime only proves to amplify the maddening sensation and seems to weaken your usually above average stamina. You desperately want to burst into a fit of laughter but you know that will only cause an end to your torment, and secretly, you never want my teasing to stop.

Finally, you utilise your greater strength and size to kiss me deeply in your longing for momentary release. I can’t help but kiss you back, then I scrunch my fingers once more for good measure. You throwback your head against the woodwork and drop your body weight into my embrace. I race my hand down your sides then release.

'If you can’t keep your hands above your head there is no option but to tie you up’ I manage to coo with a gentle jab in your sides after I finally regain some composure myself. You pretend to protest all the while undressing at lightning pace. Your predicament never fails to turn me on. I selvage the belt from your trousers and luckily for you, I keep a stash of silk scarves in my handbag for exactly these occasions.

What a delightful sight. Now naked, you lay on your back expectingly, hopeful that I will reward you for your obedience. Your glistening cock is loudly seeking my attention. I smirk once more, quietly encouraged by your enthusiasm and desire. I proceed to undress in front of you, revealing my new matching lacy bra and panties. Your eyes widen. Oh how I adore teasing you. You lift a pillow and burry your face in any attempt to alleviate your growing frustration. Until now you’ve only been restrained by your own longing to be dominated.

I take my time securing your wrists together with three loops of your belt and affix the belt to the headboard with a silk scarf. The anticipation just as torturous as my devilish touch. You whine. Your legs are spread wide and ankles duly tied to the corners of the bed frame. I test your bonds with a flutter of my nails. Your head shakes side to side. Your cock bounces. You are perfect.

Positioning myself next to your bound body, I begin to kiss along your jaw line. You turn your head away from my lips, exposing your neck to my next assault.

'I know how badly you crave this’ I whisper, referring to your unfulfillable desire to be vulnerable.

'To be teased.’ 'To be tickled.’

I’m accentuating my words so each syllable vibrates in your ears. You moan and your cock grows.

My fingers trace over your upper tummy and you fail to prevent a small giggle from escaping your lips. I swiftly muffle your laughter with one hand and use the other to trace large circles around your belly, savouring each flinch as I hit a particularly sweet spot. A pinky finger in your navel never fails to set you off. I can sense you’re on the verge of inadvertently waking your grandparents in the next room. I pause, though my finger not yet retracted.

Once you’re somewhat composed, I climb on top of you, facing your feet. You yelp at the first scrape of my nails up your left arch. Thinking quickly, I bury my toes into your mouth to stifle any forthcoming laughter. Your cock stiffens the moment my small, soft feet caress your face. Your cock is teasing me above my panties. I can’t help but grind and you moan into my soles. I giggle gently as you lick and nibble, but you’re careful not to make me pull away.

You buck as far as the silk scarves will allow when I scurry my nails up your arch and pause on the ball of your foot. I tickle with cascading fingers then stop and repeat over and over again. I enjoy the feeling of the vibrations of your muffled laughter all over my feet, perhaps I’m enjoying this too much. More than once I need to remind you to be quiet, by scratching just below your toes and force my nible fingers between each one. Your toes curl and I turn to see your face turning an interesting shade of red.

As you start to take control of your predicament, I switch feet and commence my assault on your sensitive right sole. Again you buck and whither. There’s a small crease at the top of your right arch that drives you to hysteria. I swear your laughter falls silent as I lick and nibble this crease before devouring your toes.

'Not the toes’ you want to scream, yet you can’t. There is no alternative but to accept the tickling. I know you’d never alert your grandparents to your torment and I plan on taking full advantage of your priorities. Your body’s tense. Your cock is pulsating. Fuck, I’m wet.

Feeling myself getting closer and not wanting to be too distracted, I dismount your waist and reposition my body between your bound legs, my lips millimetres from the head of your cock and nails resting on each hip. My legs are bent so those soles you love are visible and so close, yet completely out of your reach.

'Pleasssse’ you beg. I smile, knowing you’re pleading for some kind of gag, a scarf, a hand, a foot, anything to allow you to fully emerge your self in the moment. But your begging goes unanswered. The need to be silent is your ultimate restraint. The ultimate tease.

I wink. My lips lower around the head of your cock. Your eyes and fists clench simultaneously.

As I take all of you in my mouth, my nails rake over your hips with the perfect amount of pressure, over and over again. You writhe, quickly approaching the edge. I stop. Your desperate to scream.

While I give you time to regain your composure, my fingertips make their way up your sides like I’m playing piano keys and back down all the way to your inner thighs. I glance at you and wait until I’ve caught your eye.

'Oh no!’ you beg. I smile.

Once my nails burrow under your balls your mouth widens and I can see the beautiful mix of dread and delight overtake your form. All ten nails tickle you most sensitive of spots. Your kryptonite. They work softly and slowly at first and gradually the pattern is lost and the motion is haphazard. The sensation must be maddening. I flutter my nails and pause at random. You try your hardest to retract your hips or buck, both are useless. The silence is the most beautiful kind of torture imaginable but you can’t tolerate much more at all.

I kiss the top of your balls and up your shaft before my lips resume their favourite position, around your aching cock. With my nails still at work it barely takes one wet, deep, long suck until I begin to taste you. Your body convulsing until every last drop had been drank.

With the final thrust of you hips, you collapse firmly into the mattress and can only manage to shudder when I lick the top of your cock as I pry my wanting lips away. Once you’re untied I have to reposition your body myself so I can wrap my arms around you. I adore how you melt into me and I kiss the back of your head.

'Maybe we should sleepover more often’ you manage to muster, before falling soundly to sleep in my embrace.

//Stranger//
I was the new kid in school and you sat next to me in English class. You had an infinite knowledge of Shakespeare. You shared your notes with me and I laughed at how your dotted your i’s with little hearts.

//Friend//
You helped me study for the finals. When I started to cry and couldn’t breathe, you held me tight and told me it’d be okay. Later, we watched a film and ate ice cream.

//Best Friend//
At our graduation you sat next to me and couldn’t stop smiling. Afterwards at the party you got drunk and kissed me. We laughed about it the next day.

//Lover//
It wasn’t our first kiss but you weren’t drunk this time. You tasted like coffee and cake and I giggled when you touched my hair. I gasped when you held my hand.

//Fighter//
You told me I had too much baggage to deal with and I was too broken to love. I believed you.

//Lover//
When I undressed for you, your eyes roamed by body. Your hands scorched my skin. Your lips tasted like stardust.

//Fighter//
Your voice was like thunder and I was trapped in the storm. You threw mugs at the wall and little pieces of china rained down on the floor.

//Lover//
We stayed up all night staring at the ceiling as you played with my hair. You told me about the book you wanted to write and how it was gonna make us rich.

//Fighter//
Her name was Stephanie and she was a waitress from our favourite coffee shop. You told me it was only a kiss and this time I didn’t believe you so I screamed and cried and you lied and lied.

//Cheater//
The word isn’t good enough for you. This wasn’t a game. This was our life. And you ruined us goddamn you, you ruined us. You’re a poison. You’re a disease. You’re a cancer.

//Stranger//
You passed me on the street the other day and you didn’t look my way. You had your arm around a girl that wasn’t me. I doubt you’d even recognise me.

I want to lure you out into the night

And look at your fine clothes under the moon,

To see your outline in that violet light,

And make all of the stars and planets swoon.

I would peel off your lovely, fitted coat, 

Drawn gently down, your hands behind your waist,

I’d slowly pull the neckcloth from your throat,

Watch your eyes widen, wondering how I taste.

I need to see the dancing of the spray

Leave kisses on the silk across your thighs,

Someplace where you and I can hide away,

I’ll pin you and undress you with my eyes.

I need to see you tremble, hear you sigh, 

Spread out like moonlight, underneath the sky.

You Aren’t Wrong

Request: Could you please do number 14 with jaebum from got7 ????- thank you ❤

14) Your bias wants to pick out your clothes/give you a makeover

Prompt list can be found here!

Member: Got7′s JB x Y/N

Type: Idk…it turned into something a little smutty? Idk…fluff/smut?


“Mmm undressing you with my eyes isn’t nearly as good as doing it with my hands,” JB growled from his position on my bed, He was laying belly down, his chin in his palm as he looked up at me through his lashes. 

I tried on yet another outfit in front of him, sighing in defeat. I spun, placing my hands on my hips to give him a disapproving look. 

“Jaebum,” I moaned disapprovingly. 

“Don’t sound so enthusiastic when you say my name kitten,” he cooed, sliding up to sit indian style. “You may give me impure thoughts.”

“Your thoughts are already impure,” I grumbled, spinning back around to face the mirror. JB leaned around me and I could see his reflection looking me up and down. 

“You aren’t wrong.”

I grumbled to myself as I began to mess angrily with the straps on my shirt before finally spinning back around in frustration. “That’s it. I’m not going!”

JB’s eyes grew wide and his eyebrows shot up before a playful smile appeared on his face. “Let me dress you.”

“I’ll be damned!” I gasped. 

JB crawled across the bed on all fours before stepping off the edge. “Ah, come on jagi,” he cooed, placing his hands on my hips. He placed his lips carefully on the small area behind my ear. “Please.”

“Fine,” I pouted. “But it doesn’t mean I’m leaving the house.”

“Like I had the intention of doing that anyway…” JB scoffed. 

“What?” I asked, furrowing my brows. 

“Nothing,” he smiled, disappearing into my closet. 

I plopped onto the bed and crossed my arms, waiting out my boyfriend’s attack on my closet. I tried to pay as little attention as possible to the crashing sounds behind me and the swipes of color flying past my peripheral. 

“Okay!” JB called. “You ready?” 

“I suppose,” I sighed, standing. 

“Close your eyes,” JB growled. 

“How the hell am I supposed to get dressed if I close me eyes?” I muttered, crossing my arms again. 

“I’m going to dress you,” he said like it was the most common sensical explanation in the world. 

“Jaebum,” I said bluntly, completely unamused. 

“Kitten,” he said in the same tone, but the smile never leaving his face. 

“Ugh,” I groaned, finally closing my eyes and standing, placing my limbs out in front of me. 

As I was plunged into a dark world of my own doing, I jumped as JB’s voice appeared in my ear. 

“I could pick out underwear too,” he whispered hoarsely. 

I felt something flicker in my core as the words passed over his lips. I was in trouble. 

I felt JB’s calloused fingers glide over my skin and pull at the bottom of my tank top, slowly working it over my head when I heard it drop onto the floor. JB took in a sharp breath before letting it hiss out audibly. 

He moved slowly, placing his soft lips against mine and biting my bottom lip suddenly. He pulled it toward him and made a growling noise into my mouth. He quickly let go, trickling kisses across my jaw and down my neck, stopping only at my shoulders to suck small galaxies into my skin.

It was killing me not to open my eyes. I felt his fingertips trace patterns on the skin on my hips before finally beginning to unbutton  the clasp of my shorts, which he quickly shimmied down my thighs. He groaned and I felt his breath unpredictably near my waistline. 

“I have to open my eyes,” I breathed heavily. 

“You do not,” he hissed. I felt a gentle kiss on my hip that caused me to shiver. “I’m not too good to cover your eyes with something.”

I knew he wasn’t. 

I heard JB grumble as he began to stand. His back still wasn’t what it used to be, but he made due. 

“Arms up,” he whispered. I obeyed and stuck my arms straight into the air. I felt a thin, silky material slide over my arms and down my body, falling tightly across my bust, but a little bit looser on my hips. It clung to me, fitting me like a glove. I had no clue what Jaebum had picked out because I was fairly certain I had nothing in my closet that felt like this. 

I felt a gentle push on my shoulder, causing me to fall backwards onto the bed. I felt the skirt of whatever dress he had placed onto me be pushed up carefully, resting along my waistline. He separated my legs and kissed the inside of my thighs slowly, gently. 

My natural instinct was to pull away as goosebumps erupted on every inch of my skin, but JB held my legs still, kissing near my panty line and taking a daring lick over the fabric of my underwear. 

“Jaebum!” I gasped, springing forward, but immediately falling back again. 

I heard him chuckle lightly as he went in the opposite direction, kissing down to my kneecaps and pulling away from me. I moaned in disappointment. He was such a tease.

I felt him lift my leg, sliding some sort of shoe onto my foot, followed by the other. 

“Hands,” JB said simply. I lifted my arms into the air again to find Jaebum’s hands as he helped me up. He straightened the fabric around me again and walked me towards what I recognized to be the opposite side of my room with the mirror. 

I felt Jaebum’s palms snake around my body, resting around my waist and his chin light on my shoulder. “Open.”

I opened my eyes and gasped. JB had found the little, black dress I liked to forget I owned. 

“Yah, Jaebummie,” I whispered. “I thought I burned this.”

“Why would you do such an injustice to this world?” he chuckled, running his hand up my abdomen. “I thought you loved me!”

I pulled nervously at the fabric that clung to my thighs and rested only a few inches beneath me crotch. I looked down to see he had matched it with a pair of spiky, but chic black heels. 

“You don’t think I can go outside like this, do you?” I coughed, totally taken aback. 

“Oh, I know you can’t go outside like this,” he whispered, spinning me around so our faces were only inches apart. “Going outside was never part of the plan.”

Originally posted by got7kings

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Gym Time

Prompt: #28 “I wasn’t listening. I was undressing you with my eyes.”

Warnings : Implied smut. Mentions of sexual thoughts, masturbation.

Request : Yes. Anonymous

Summary : You and Nat vs. Steve and Bucky as you all four prep for a mission. Bucky is a little to honest as to why he missed Steve’s command. 

Author : Ash

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Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

** Bucky’s POV **

Damnit. (Y/N) just had to wear that to the gym today. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The way her black sports bra hugged her chest cut low enough that I could watch her chest rise and fall with every breath she took. I could see the way the single bead of sweat ran down between her breasts. 

To top it all off, the tight black spandex shorts weren’t doing me any favors. Well, not any that would ensure I win this practice spar match. They hung low enough on her hips to make me question if she had any underwear on underneath. Gripping her ass just the right way to let me see every curve…imagining how my hands would cup them perfectly as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. 

I couldn’t take it anymore. All I could do was picture (Y/N) on top of me, underneath me, in various ways and various places. 

That’s when I felt it.

*** (Y/N) POV **

“On your left!” Steve shouted at Bucky. Thankfully, for me Bucky was to distracted to block my kickshot. All I could hear was a loud thud as Bucky hit the ground groaning. He was muttering something under his breath as he stood up. 

“Damnit Bucky. I said on your left.” Steve ran back over that look of “you fucking idiot” written all over his face. Natasha ran over to meet us. High-fiving me for taking out the big, bad assassin known as Winter Soldier. We shared a secret smirk. Not so big and bad now. 

“I don’t understand why you can’t seem to get it together, Buck.” Steve just scoffed looking at me. 

“I think Bucky has been distracted, maybe he something or someone on his mind. “ I said teasingly. My eyes raking over Bucky’s form. I wanted to test Natasha’s theory of Bucky having some pent sexual tension towards me. I made a mental note to thank her late for her choice of sparring attire. 

Bucky huffed as all three of us turned to look at him. “Alright fine. I wasn’t listening. I was undressing you with my eyes.” Bucky motioned to me. His eyes made their way all over my body. “Have you seen what you’re wearing? You aren’t leaving much to my imagination, doll.” He shot me a sly grin. 

“I knew it!” Natasha shouted as she looked at Steve holding out her hand. “You owe me $20 Rogers. Told you he wouldn’t be able to keep his shit together if she wore this.” Nat just made the “give it” motion with her palm. 

“Fine, I’m just glad he finally said something. I got tired of hearing him say her name every night …when he was alone in his room.” Steve said as he walked over to get his wallet.  Natasha followed suit, both of them grinning and laughing. 

“Do you wanna tell me exactly what you were thinking?” I whispered to Bucky. My voice low and seductive. He looked back over at me, grabbed me by waist and just grinned. I felt his metal arm slide down to my ass and grabbed it tightly. 

“I’d prefer to show you everything.” He whispered in my ear. He trailed his hand up to my waistband of my shorts teasingly running his flesh fingers just right below the hem. “No panties, just like I thought.” Bucky smirked.


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Ceiling Patcher

*beep* *beep* *beep*

Eugh the alarm. It wasn’t an early work morning for me but unfortunately since I wasn’t leaving the house til later, I was the one that got stuck with the job of letting in the guy who was gonna fix our ceiling that had been destroyed by water damage. Oh joy. Got up and did my normal routine of such. Walked downstairs had a bowl of frosted flakes and waited.

My bf said the night before that he’d worked with him. He was an older white dude. White beard blah blah blah. He didn’t sound like someone I’d hoped would be hot. Oh well.

All the furniture including the couch and dining table were under tarps so there I was eating my frosted flakes in my boxers on the kitchen counter. He was supposed to arrive sometime after 8, or whenever he could get thru the west bound traffic. So I waited…and waited…and waited. Finally around 10 o’ clock the doorbell rang. Pulled a shirt over my head and shuffled to the door. What met my eyes when I opened the door was not no older white dude with a santa clause like beard. Instead, to my surprise stood a local guy. About I’d say 5’6 and looked to be no older than 32. If I had to, I’d say he was about 189 but carried his weight well. Nice chest but you could tell he threw beers back with the boys at least a couple times a week. Had to be some kind of Japanese maybe Chinese mix with a little bit of Hawaiian perhaps? He didn’t look full Asian. Nice eyes with the usual overly trimmed eyebrows but “I’m straight” which seems to have become a fad around here. He apologized for being late and said the guy who was supposed to do the job had to take his daughter to the doctors. Too bad for him but good for me I thought haha.

He took his shoes off and I showed him the spot that needed patching. He examined it for a bit and then went back to his truck to get materials he needed. Went to the kitchen to start making lunch for work later tho I was hoping maybe I could get a snack before leaving home. The guy came back and started working on the ceiling while I did dishes from the night before.

“It’s been pretty hot ah?” I heard him say from the living room.

“Fuck you telling me and to top it off our a/c no work so we been blasting our fans and opening all our windows” I responded from the kitchen.

“Oh nah? Shit nah I know how you feel tho. I live up Waianae side. Last couple days I jus walk around in my bibs or boxers. Too hot to wear anything else. Know what I mean?”

That last part caught me by surprise. Also made me sweat a little and I know it wasn’t cuz of the heat outside.

I chuckled a bit “No shit bu. At least you keep your clothes on.” I decide to chance and test the waters, “I no shit you. Sometimes so hot dis side, I jus walk around butt ass naked”

“Oh..right on”

Shit too far I thought. We went back to working on our own things. Grabbed some laundry from upstairs and started doing them. Trying to stay busy and get my mind off this guy.

Bout an hour later I figured I tried again. “eh yo u thirsty?”

“Nah I almost pau actually. Jus gotta apply this shit to this one area then pau”

“Ah ok” I said, feeling defeated inside. No action today.

“Nah but you get one towel? Stay sweating ovah here. Not to be rude but was hoping you wasn’t gonna be here so I could work without a shirt on.”

BINGO! “Ya hold up lemme grab you one.” I went upstairs only to come back down to see him already wiping himself down with his shirt. “Eh I said was goin grab you one towel. Neva need use your shirt.”

“Nah I no mo any odda jobs afta this so all good.” He continued wiping his shirt over his hairless chest. Lifted his right arm to reveal a nice hairy pit that matched his left. Tried to look away but not before noticing his right nipple was pierced.

“Eh mean your nipple ring. I heard that shit hurts ah little bit”

“Ah minahs but feel good when touch em” He kinda made a face after as if he realized what he said only after he said it. “I wanna get the left side too. Make em match. Probably do em when I fill in this tatt” which he then gestured around the left side of his waistband and pulled it down just enough that I could see it was some kind of tribal.

“Oh mean ya I like get this one done too!” I lifted up my shirt showing off my chest tatt.

“Take em off. I like see the whole thing” He said.

Fuck I wasn’t gonna think twice on that shit. I took my shirt off and he came closer to check out my tatt. “Ya my friend stay workin on em. Mean his stuff.”

“Ya I like the way it’s done. I hate the chest tatts that look like a breast plate. Yours nice but not too much. I like this part specially where it goes round your nipple.” As he said that his thumb was tracing the tatt from mid chest and down and around my left nipple that was slowly getting hard. “You like that ah? I know you been checkin me out. I got tired of waiting. Was getting hard jus looking at you in the kitchen. Undressing you with my eyes, bending you over the sink, hearing you moan.” As he was saying that, he slowly slipped his hands down my boxers and went immediately for my cheeks. Massaging them and groping them in his hands like he was making pizza and my ass were two pillowy pieces of dough. Without taking his hands off, he slipped his two index fingers between the crevices of my ass and spread them, letting my hole take a breath of fresh air only to be suffocated with his right index finger. I let out a soft moan which apparently worked him up more. “Ooh good I got me a moaner. I hate guys who don’t make a sound”

I started to open up his jeans that now had a tent in it and perhaps even a precum spot. “hehe commando huh? Nice” I let gravity do its thing and let his jeans drop to his knees. He followed suit and slid my boxers down which I then kicked off. I spread his legs a little bit and checked out his dick which altho only 6 inches was pretty thick. I smiled and looked up only to have my lips meet his. He tongue fucked me. Not rough but not too sensual. Grabbed his balls in my hand and caressed them a bit. It was his turn to moan. “damn babe don’t stop”

“Mmm sounds like I got me a moaner also.” I continued playing with his shaved balls while our tongues played a game of war above. It’s no wonder his jeans had a wet spot tho. This guy leaked precum so much, it was all over the back of my hand. I licked it up which turned him on greatly. He sat back on the stairs, legs spread and I went to work. Took this local boys dick in my mouth and went down on the first swallow. My tongue swirling darting and playing with his little piss slit. Usually I hate giving head but the way he moaned and deeply groaned turned me on so much I couldn’t stop. Finally I felt him push my head off saying if I didn’t stop he was gonna shoot a load down my throat. He pulled me up and we kissed some more until he slipped under my body like a mechanic working on a car and rested on a spot where I was just about sitting on his face. Fuck that tongue was talented. He got in deep. Felt like I was getting a first class tongue bath. I couldn’t take it anymore. I flipped around and started to 69. That only lasted for so long since you know….him cumming too soon. But I wasn’t having it. I looked him in the eyes and he got the hint. He bent me over the sink and went to town. Balls slapping my ass, legs spread wide and just in pure ecstasy. His hands wrapped around my waist and played with my nipple which caused me to make all kinds of sounds. Oh fuck he was hitting the spots. Unfortunately he didn’t last too long and without a word busted in my ass. Load after load after load. Could feel it just paint the insides of my ass. He may not have lasted long but damn his loads felt like they wouldn’t stop. Finally tho he collapsed, both catching our breaths. After pulling out tho he shocked me by getting on his knees and licked the load out of my ass. Damn not only was he a moaner, he was a kinky bastard!! I turned around and made out with him tasting my ass, his load and our sweat. FUCK!! I let him shower upstairs and before he left he handed me his card saying if he ever needed work plugging up any other holes to give him a call…… fuck

His lost girl PT. 1

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Warnings: Fluff, sad ending, bad grammar oops (trough the whole story, not only this chapter)

Summary: When you first appeared on the island Peter hated you, but that quickly changed as you were independent and not weak. 

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Requested: Can you do an imagine with Pan x reader, with a lot of fluff but at the end when Rumple daggers him he dies in her arms? - anon

Notes: Y/n = your name - y/e/c = your eye colour

Y/N POV.

I feel the sand tickling my feet as I step further on the beach. Right ahead of me is a huge forest and behind me is the sea. I continue my way to the forest. I don’t know how I came here, and honestly I don’t even want too. It scares me that I don’t know anything anymore, I only know my name. Perhaps my head hit something, and perhaps that caused my amnesia. 

As I walk further into the woods, deeply thinking about how I got here, I hear something near the bushes on my right. “Who’s there?” I ask. Suddenly the bushes on my left start moving. I grab my dagger and prepare myself. “This is not funny. Show yourself!” 

I feel a movement behind me and I quickly grab the dagger and pin the person against a tree, dagger at his throat. I look at the person standing in front of me. The good looking boy smiles nervously. “You’ve got fire. I like fire.”

I eye the boy, his green eyes go right trough my y/e/c ones. “Where are your parents?” “What do you mean?” he asks confused. “Well your only a teen, you can’t be here alone.” “I’m older than I look. And by the way aren’t you also a teen?” He cocks an eyebrow. 

I push the dagger harder against his throat. “That’s none of your business. And what you’re twenty?” “Actually I’m over two hundred years old.” “You’re crazy, that’s what you are. Who are you anyways?” The boy looks at me with pure annoyance. “I’m Peter. Peter Pan.”

I burst out in laughter. “Yeah, of course and I’m the easter bunny.” ‘Peter Pan’ rolls his eyes and opens his mouth again: “You should watch out girl. My patience isn’t endless.” He moves his hand and suddenly my dagger is gone. I step away from the boy, confusion all over my face. “You believe me now?” he smirks when I look up. I shake my head no, Peter Pan is a character from a Story book. He’s not real. “Okay where are the hidden cameras? Can I have my money?” I look around in search for the hidden cameras. “What are you speaking of woman.” My attention floods back to him. Has he never heard of a prank before? 

He grabs my arm and suddenly we’re in the middle of a camp, surrounded with boys. As soon as they see me they begin whispering. “Is that a girl?” “Who’s that?” “Is that his girl?” “Where did she come from?” “I claim her!” Pan roll his eyes at the last comment. “I’m sorry Max, but she’s not to claim. She’s mine.” I cock an eyebrow at him. “I’m not an object, and I’m sure not yours!” “Oh but you are. And you are coming with me.”

He grabs my wrist and drags me to, I assume his tent. “Undress.” “What?” “You heard me, undress.” I turn around and walk to the door. If he thinks I’m going to do what he wants, he’s wrong. But suddenly I bump into someone. Into him. “But h-how?” He shush’s me by pinning me against the door. “If I say that you need to undress yourself, you undress yourself. Understood.” I roll my eyes. Out of nowhere I slap him right in the face. 

“No is no.”

“Oh but you’re going to regret that, love.”

Prompt List

Summary: We made this prompt list because there’s no requests what so ever. We would appreciate requests but if you can’t think of send a prompt! Please take the time do this for us. Send in a prompt and character!

Fandoms: Marvel, Supernatural, Teen Wolf and the actors.

1. Why are we at a strip club?

2. I’m sorry…you said what to the teacher?!

3. You hit my car? I don’t care if you’re (insert superhero), I’m close to ripping your throat out.

4. Am I dead?

5. Damn you are a kinky motherfucker….I like it.

6. Pfft…it’s just a scratch…

7. I killed a guy…quickly so don’t be upset!

8. It’s not an OBSESSION, it’s a collection.

9. Excuse me? That’s my side of the bed.

10. I’m feeling very…stabby right now…

11. Oh my god…that’s nail polish! You thought I was bleeding?!

12. “Okay…so our daughter…she’s saying she got her period…but it’s nail polish” and “did you touch it?” and “NO!”

13. You will treat this child like royalty or I will kill you.

14. Okay, so I kissed you to get a girl off my back but it turns out I can’t stop thinking about you

15. Well this is awkward…blueberry?

16. That’s not where I would hide the body.

17. Damnit, I told you not to fall for me.

18. Just promise me you’ll come back to us.

19. I love sex, so sue me? Or you could screw me?

20. Let’s have a some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.

21. You almost gave me a heart attack! Why are you wearing just a bow?

22. Did you just say you love me?

23. Why did you invite him? No I’m not jealous. Okay, maybe a little.

24. It’s always been you. You and only you.

25. “Mom! Dad is scaring my date again.”

26. Wait, where are my clothes?

27. You couldn’t let me be content just hating you, you had to make me love you.

28. I wasn’t listening to you. I was undressing you with my eyes.

29. You know, thongs aren’t so uncomfortable after all.

30. If you loved me, you’d fight. If you loved me, you’d stay. If you loved me, you’d show it. Do you even know what love is?

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anonymous asked:

Them bedroom eyes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now

LET ME TELL YOU. If you give me them eyes, that L O O K that screams “im undressing you with my eyes” I am jello, I am yours.

Send me kinks and i’ll rate them

  • starsarescreamiing: "More like how did I meet his BUTT AYOO"
  • starsarescreamiing: I don't
  • starsarescreamiing: I don't think I ever actually posted it because I ditched the meme
  • starsarescreamiing: But you'd sent me a thing that was like...word prompts
  • starsarescreamiing: And the one you sent was like, the feeling someone is undressing you with their eyes
  • starsarescreamiing: And my planned response was going to be Screm as a new Decepticon recruit, catchin Megs a-starin at him
  • deceitfulcharmer: yeeees, he would do that :3c
  • starsarescreamiing: In the early days of his tenure with the Decepticons, Megatron had a habit of knocking things off tables and ordering Screm to pick them up
  • starsarescreamiing: Ayyy
  • deceitfulcharmer: I'M
  • deceitfulcharmer: yes
  • starsarescreamiing: "Be a dear and pick that up for me. *Screm bends over* Ayyyyyy."
  • starsarescreamiing: Starscream: You are clumsy, clearly you are an incompetant leader
  • starsarescreamiing: Megatron: ....Knocks it over again
  • starsarescreamiing: And that's where it all began
  • starsarescreamiing: Where Starscream started doubting Megatron's qualifications as leader
  • starsarescreamiing: See, Megs, all this heartbreak and betrayal could've been avoided if you had just politely asked him to bend over so you could see his butt
  • starsarescreamiing: He might even have let you smack it a few times
  • deceitfulcharmer: he likes to think he's being subtle
  • starsarescreamiing: Sublety kills
  • deceitfulcharmer: he would still like to smack that seeker ass if he gets the chance
  • starsarescreamiing: Too late he's dead dat ass is intangible now
  • deceitfulcharmer: :(
  • starsarescreamiing: SHOULDA THOUGHT ABOUT THAT SHOULDN'T YE
  • deceitfulcharmer: hand phases straight through dat ass
  • starsarescreamiing: Sad music plays
  • deceitfulcharmer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAlTOfl9F2w