want that jacket so badly

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❝No matter how many times I’m broken, extinguished or fallen, I’ll lead the way

rainy days with Peter Parker would include

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

  • it’s a rule in Parker household that rainy days are equal to lazy days
  • laying in bed together as long as possible
  • making breakfast together
  • which is mostly cereal
  • sometimes Peter will embrace the creative awakening in him and try to make up something
  • like sausage with chocolate souffle and grilled cheese
  • “Peter this looks like a dog poo”
  • OMG IT’S SO DELICIOUS!”
  • dancing out to random songs
  • “show me your moves Parker”
  • playing “let’s dance”
  • prank calling the avengers
  • “am i talking to Steve Rogers?”
    “yes….”
    “i’m sorry to break it to you, sir, but you’re going to hell … FOR KILLING ALL THE LADIES WITH THAT BOOTY”
  • hanging up
  • him calling you back
  • “oh god!”
  • randomly drawing on each other with sharpies to “give each other tattoos”
  • taking 5 naps a day
  • trying to put on his spidey costume
  • “mr stark, notice me, notice me senpai”
  • “y/n, i don’t talk like that”
  • movie marathons
  • taking aesthetically pleasing photos
  • ordering pizza
  • “is Steve still calling?”
    “yup!”
  • watching Deadpool
  • reciting the whole movie
  • “you two would look cute together”
  • “i ship spidypool”
  • going to park while it’s still raining
  • wearing his jacket
  • “what did you want to go out so badly tonight, Pete?”
  • him taking you in his arms and pulling you in a passionate and magical kiss
  • pressing his forehead against yours
  • “this is why”
  • him scrapping “kissing in the rain” of his bucketlist
Brendon Urie Smut - Punished pt 1

*trigger warning - name calling*

“Miss y/l/n are you on your phone?!” Mr Urie stopped the class to question you.
You quickly hid it in your bra. “I will need to confiscate it until the end of the day” he walked towards you intimidatingly, but also in a way that made you want him.
“Well, you can’t take it, it’s in my bra, I’m pretty sure you’d get in a lot of trouble sir” you winked and sat back in your seat.
He moved closer to you, his lips to your ear “try me” he whispered, sending chills down your spine and turning you on.
He straightened back up and went back to the front of the room. “Fine, I’ll see you after class y/n” his authoritative tone came back, almost shouting. You sank back down.
You thought you’d maybe Horton somewhere with him, he’d been your fantasy for ages. But it just looked like you’ll get shouted at and a phone call him, which is really not want you needed. At least if he did shout at you it was the end of the day and a weekend so you didn’t need to be anywhere if it got too much.
You counted down the seconds as you waited for the lesson to end, you wanted it all over and done with.
“Right guys, I’ll see you next week, have a great weekend, stay safe” Mr Urie said as the room was surrounded with the sound of shuffling of feet and people talking.
You put the hood of your jacket up and tried walking out with the crowd.
“Hang on there y/n we’re not done” Mr Urie said sternly.
You turned around and walked to his desk, you handed him your phone
“Take a seat, you can stay here for an hour, get some work out” he said and sat with your phone in his hand.
You heard the click of it unlocking, suddenly you remembered what you were doing before you were caught. You immediately stood up to take it from him, he moved it out of reach and started talking
“He’s so hot, honestly, I don’t care what happened, I want to fuck him so bad” he locked the phone back up “well, well, well, you’re a bit of a slut aren’t you? Who was that about? Was it me? And don’t lie to me”
You were like a rabbit caught in headlights, you just stood there with nothing to say, of course it was about him, but how were you meant to tell him that.
“I thought so, y'know that’s very inappropriate of you, I don’t know what to do with you” he walked up to you and pushed your chin up with his finger.
“Fuck me” you whispered in reply to him.
“What did you say?” He got closer.
“Fuck me sir, fuck me till I can’t walk” you stood up moving yourself closer to him and away from your desk.
He grabbed you the closest he could.
“What a vile little mouth you have miss, oh I’ll fuck you believe me, but not until you’ve been punished first” you lips parted and his smash against yours.
You took your jacket off, and kicked your shoes away as his arms still held you and lips still me yours.
You wanted his body so badly. You tried to push his suit jacket off and he flipped you over instead making you lean against his desk “you are not in charge, I am” he growled in your ear, he quickly took your leggings off, leaving you exposed with lacy panties on bent over. Ready for him.
“Perfect little slut aren’t you really, it’s like you new this was going to happen” he said slapping your ass with a ruler, it drove you crazy, you were nearly wet through already, this was just making it worse.
He knelt behind you and spanked you again but this time softer with his hand “so perfect” he said as he rubbed it better.
You moaned as his hand slipped over your panties “my, my you’re very wet aren’t you” he growled and flipped you over so you were now facing him. He stood up, you could finally see how hard he was, as his impressive bulge showed through his trousers. It rubbed against your body as he picked you up and sat you on the desk. In a passionate kiss he began taking his clothes of revealing his tattoo covered arms, in a matter of seconds he was left with just his boxers on. You couldn’t take it anymore, you took your top and bra off before he could tell you not to, and with your legs wrapped around him you removed his boxers with your feet, as the fabric rubbed against his cock he moaned slightly.
“So, you’re just as desperate to be fucked as I am by the sounds of it, sir” you spoke gently into his ear.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time” he replied, ripping your panties off your body.
“So have I” you said, breathless. At that point he put his arms around your body again and embraced you into a kiss, he worked from your lips to your neck, down to your left breast, you threw your head back in pleasure, moaning as he gently pulled on your nipple.
He didn’t say a word, he just continued, you were losing you little self control you had left “Brendon, fuck me” you didn’t care, you didn’t care if you got punished for using his first name, you just wanted him, you needed him. You took his cock and lined him it up with you, he didn’t hesitate to push himself into you. He grunted and he thrusted in and out of you. “Fuck you feel so good y/n” he moaned pulling your legs tighter around him, you couldn’t reply your moans were too loud.
“Shh baby, there are still teachers here, we’ll get caught” he muffled your sound with his lips, one of his hands was now rubbing your clit the other supporting you. Despite his effort of keeping you quiet you were still nearly screaming, you had never felt this way before, you were close to coming. He pulled out suddenly, you were a dripping, breathless mess on his desk, confused what was going on. “Please don’t stop” you whispered, not sure what to do with yourself. He was still fully hard and naked in front of you.
“Hang on, I can hear footsteps” he began putting his clothes on. “Get dressed y/n!” He shouted across the room in a panicked tone. You shoved your clothes on a quickly as possible not worrying about your bra or panties you just wanted to get covered up. There was a knock on the door, you sat at your desk.
“Mr Urie” a muffled female voice asked behind the door, Brendon sat back at his desk, hiding your underwear in the his drawer “Come in” he replied shuffling in his seat, clearly uncomfortable from his still had dick.
“Oh, sorry sir I didn’t realise you had company” one of you classmates walked in and glared at you.
“Why does that make a difference?” He snapped at her not liking the way she looked at you.
“Well I was wondering if there was anything I could do to get my grades up” she leaned over the desk.
“Yes, work harder and stop partying every weekend would help” he looked at her not breaking eye contact.
“Well, I mean are you sure there’s nothing else” she wiggles her body and moved her hand closer to his along the desk.
“What do you expect me to say?! you don’t do the work, so you’re not going to get the grades, now I’d be grateful if you left my classroom I have things to do” he snapped ushering her out with his arm. She looked at you as she left, you pretended not to see her.
Brendon stood up after she slammed the door and locked it behind her “she can’t come back even if she wanted to now” he walked back to your desk, pushing your hair out of your face.
“Why didn’t you give her what she wanted? She clearly wanted to fuck you, I thought you’d want that” you blurted out in uncontrolled emotion.
“Stand up” he commanded, you stood “look me in the eyes” you walked forward and looked up at him. His lips slammed against yours once again, hands exploring each other’s body’s. He broke away.
“I don’t want her, I want you, I need you y/n, now lets go back to mine and finish what we started baby” he took your hand and you went back to the car.

This gives me emotions I’m not sure I can articulate, but I made a go at it in the tags. 

anonymous asked:

WHY IS EVERYONE IN YOUR ART SO DAMN ATTRACTIVE but also so real? Even the clothes??? Hoe I never wanted to steal a jacket so badly before. And your Pidge is a flirty nerd masterpiece, where do I propose?

Ohh, yes, I have a weakness for a jacket with  inscriptions too)))
Thank you a lot, I’m glad to hear that)
Oh, I don’t know where, but let me know if you found out about it. Necessarily. 

anonymous asked:

Stucky - 13

  • “Kiss me.”

(This became a dorky hipster AU.)

“What?” Steve asks. A minute ago he was sorting records, and now Bucky is looking at him with wide eyes, chest hair peeping out through the flannel he’s wearing. He’s sitting on top of the counter, legs spread wide.

“Think you heard me,” Bucky says, but he’s smiling. “You don’t gotta if you don’t wanna, but I thought I’d give you the option.”

“Option?”

“Of kissing me.”

They’ve been hanging out a few weeks, since Natasha introduced them at a concert. But it’s been friendly up until now, just Bucky coming to the store and helping Steve out sorting records, maybe grabbing a sandwich together after. Bucky works at a garage a few blocks over, but lately he’s been ending his shifts and heading straight over to the shop, freshly washed and smelling like soap. Like he is right now.

“That’s technically an order, not an option,” Steve says, setting the record he’s been holding down.

“Are you really arguing with me?” Bucky asks, wide smile a little guarded. “If you don’t wanna kiss me then–”

“I never said I didn’t wanna kiss you,” Steve retorts, moving a little closer to Bucky, slotting himself between his legs.

“Then why aren’t you kissin’ me?” Bucky asks, reaching out and touching the cuff of Steve’s denim jacket. He looks almost sweet, and Steve wants so badly to give him what he wants, to kiss him and to run his fingers through his long hair. But–

“I don’t like doing things people tell me to. You know me well enough to know that.”

But rather than roll his eyes, or to give up, Bucky moves his hand down to intertwine his fingers with Steve’s, and gently wraps his legs around Steve’s. “Then please,” Bucky says. “Kiss me Steve. End my agony.”

“Dramatic,” Steve says, moving close. He can feel Bucky chuckling underneath his lips before Steve leans in and kisses him good.

Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write you a drabble!

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Love Kills) Part 7

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

Summary: You are one of Hydra’s Winter Soldiers. You remember nothing of your past or who you even used to be. But that all changes when Bucky comes and rescues you. You both over time develop a close bond, but will it turn into something more? Or will your love kill you both.

Word Count: 1,204

Warning: little angst, but that’s about it. 

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy part 7! If so, tell me if you want to be tagged in future parts! I’m sorry if I forgot to tag you. If I did, just message me! I’m really trying to get up to 400 followers by the end of August and I’m at 287 right now, so if you don’t already follow me please do. I’d really appreciate it!  Thank you guys so much! Love ya <3

Part Six Here: 

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You looked around at the hide out Steve had set up months ago. It wasn’t how you would’ve imagined it, but it still wasn’t too shabby. The hide out was in the middle of the woods, with a couple of tents and logs to sit on. The logs surrounded a fire pit, to help you keep warm doing the coldness of the night. Steve and Sam set down their bags in their tents. You grumbled, as you neglected to bring your own bag.

“What’s the matter?” Bucky asked, sitting down on one of the logs. He placed a baseball cap on his head as he began to work with the fir pit, trying to create some sort of spark. 

You slumped down on the space next him. “What’s the matter?” You scoffed. “This is what’s the matter. Steve says this is a safe place, but he said the same thing about the Avengers Facility. How do we know they haven’t already found out where we are? That they’re just waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on us.”

“You just have to trust him.”

“I don’t trust anyone.” You quipped, turning your head away from Bucky. You rubbed your nose, already feeling the cold air hit you. You hadn’t brought a coat either, which caused you to become even more irritated at yourself. You just sat there shivering, moving your hands up and down your arms, trying to create some friction to warm your body up. Bucky sighed. pulling his arms out of the sleeves of his jacket. Once he had his jacket completely off, he swooped it around and draped it carefully over your shoulders. You were surprised at the gesture, as you looked up at him in disbelief.

“If you’re gonna complain. Might as well not complain about being cold.” You bit your lip, trying to hide your obvious smile. 

“Thank you.”

“No problem, Doll.” He winked at you, causing you to shove him in the arm.

“What did I say about calling me that?” You huffed, pulling the jacket tighter around you. You exhaled sharply as he gave you his well-known puppy eyes, begging for forgiveness. “Fine, I’ll let it slide just this once but don’t call me that anymore.”

Bucky smirked, raising an eyebrow. “If you don’t mind me asking-”

“I do mind.”

“Why don’t you like it when I call you ‘Doll’?” He asked, completely ignoring your comment. 

“I just don’t.” You replied. He dropped the subject knowing that you didn’t want to talk about it anymore. He began to talk to you more about the war. He had picked up that you were interested in his stories, which made him happy. He hadn’t really had anyone to tell them to except for Steve. Even then, they were both just reminiscing of the fun times they had together. But it great to talk to someone who had never heard the stories before, and them be so interested in them. 

The sun had already gone down and you two were the only ones left awake. You both just decided to stay up talking and telling stories.

“I can’t believe you did that!” You exclaimed.

“Hey, how else was I supposed to get the bad guy?” He teased. You gripped his arm, just in case to keep yourself from falling in laughter. Bucky laughed as well. But not at the story, but the way you would snort between your giggles. How you face turned as bright red as the lipstick you were wearing. He looked at your lips. All he wanted to do then and there, was to his lips on your. To feel how you would kiss him. How he would kiss you. How your mouths would mold together in perfect synchrony. 

“(y/f/n)?”

“Yes?” You hollered, gasping for air. 

“Can I kiss you?” You stopped moving and gazed up at Bucky, wide eyed. Did he just say what you think he said?     

“What?” was all you could muster as a response.

“Please? When I’m with you, I feel something. When I’m with you, I’m not as lost as I used to be. I feel like a person again. You’re beautiful, strong, independent. I knew that the minute I laid eyes on you. The real you. And I know deep down, you feel the same way.” He reached over to cup your cheek, but you smacked him away.

“You know me?! I don’t even know myself, and you think you know me?!” You sat there flabbergasted. 

“No, (y/f/n). I didn’t mean it like that. I-”

“I don’t trust anyone. I don’t get close to anyone. I’m fine on my own.” You scowled, backing even further away from Bucky.

“But why? Why must you always be alone. I used to think like you. I used to think being alone was the best option. But it’s not. Why are you so scared of someone getting close to you?”

“Because love kills!” You choked out. Your eyes were now starting to water. Your vision was blurry, as you wiped the tears off your cheeks. You glanced down at the fire pit. “It’s like fire. You stay away from it, otherwise you get burned.”

“Doll, I-”

“Don’t ‘Doll’ me!” you poked a finger at him. “Don’t you dare come close to me again!” You huffed walking towards your tent. Harsh memories flooded through brain, Causing you to cry even harder. You wanted the pain to stop. You wanted it all to stop. You hated yourself for getting so close to Bucky. You promised yourself you wouldn’t. But he tricked you. Everyone tricked you. You looked through the tent flap to see Bucky had already gone into his tent. You tried to muffle your cries as you crawled out of your tent. You slung Bucky’s jacket across the log you both were sitting on. You flinched at the cold hitting your back, wanting you to so badly put the jacket back on you. But you just stood there in silence, looking up at the night sky. You liked Bucky, and it hurt you. 

You liked him. 

But never again.

Suddenly, you heard a sound in the bushes. You spun your head around, looking them in the distance. Your chin trembled from the cold, as you slowly strolled towards it. Foot by foot. Inch by inch, the noise got louder. You looked down at the shrub. There was now movement in it, but still heard a noise. You knitted your brow, as you stuck your hand out to touch it. Nothing was there. Then, you felt something grab onto your wrist. The figure whirled you around to face them. He stuck his other hand over your mouth, to keep your screams quiet. You punched and kicked but the men never lent up. You felt something small, pierce you in the side, making you wince. You started to loose feeling in that side, as the numbness grew to the other. Your eyes felt droopy. You tried to stay awake as long as you possibly could. You no longer were able to scream. All there was, was just quiet muffles. You could no longer keep your eyes open. You felt everything start to grow dark and darker.

Then nothing. 




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