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ACTUAL LONG-SUFFERING SINGLE DAD CHRISTOPHER PIKE

Mr. Hemmings

To be honest, you don’t know where this new found confidence is coming from since you’re normally a red face blubbering mess in front of him. Maybe it was the wink he sent you this morning or his eyes constantly roaming down your body, whatever it was made your confidence boost and let your wild side escape.

Originally posted by irweicake

Words: 5.5K

Request: No

Rating: R [A HIGH AMOUNT OF DOMINANCE AND TALKING DIRTY] 


The sound of your bedroom door creaking open and the shutters of your blinds getting pulled up had your eyes beginning to peal open, the sunlight shinning through the curtains had a hiss falling from your lips as you turn your body over to look at whomever decided to disturb you so early in the morning.

“Y/N what time did you go to bed last night?” Your mom questions as you hear her wining your window open. The sound of birds chirping and lawn mowers shaving long strands of grass begin to flutter into your ears.

“I don’t know, two maybe four in the morning?” You respond while groaning and throwing your head into your pillowcase, the softness of the pillow comforting you as you let a please sigh slip from your lips.

“Really Y/N! Why were you up so late?” Your mom ask with such frustration in her voice that your actually scared to look at her, but you’re actually relieved when she sits down at the foot of your bed and begins to rub your calf in her thigh.

“I was binge watching The Vampire Diaries sue me.” You say, voice muffled because of the pillow but your mom lets a tired sigh fall from her lips before pinching your calf gently.

“You shouldn’t be doing that. It’s bad for your body.” Your mom says, only leaving you to blink your eyes open and roll them.

“Ugh.” You groan before turning around in her grasp and looking up at her, the sunlight somewhat blinding your eyes.

“It’s the truth Y/N, anyways freshen up. Breakfast is downstairs and I need to talk to you also.” Your mom states while rising up and off the bed, her warm skin leaving your body, causing you to pout.

“What do we need to talk about?” You ask while raising up, your left hand coming up to cover your eyes from the beaming sun as you watch your mom begin to walk out of your door. “Come downstairs and you’ll find out.” Is the only thing she says, causing another groan to fall from your lips before you hear the door slam shut, making you stand and  walk out your bedroom and straight to the washroom.

You quickly brush your teeth and wash your face before you hop in the shower, the feeling of the warm water hitting your cool body had a please sigh slipping through your lips as you quickly washed up and hopped out.

You made your way into your room and quickly put on your under garments before lotioning your body up, the scent of coconut in the air as you walked over to your window with your towel wrapped around your body just in time to see your beautiful neighbor.

Just a few yards away from you, you saw Mr. Hemmings just getting out of the shower also, his body glistening with water as a white towel was loosely wrapped around his hips. His once blond hair now resting dark amongst his forehead, he brings his hand up and brushes it out of his face, making his body look so lean and slender.

A satisfied moan slipped from your lips as you watch Mr. Hemmings continue to paste around his room, continuously looking around for something that he lost. You watch as his body begins to walk towards the window that reflects yours, his arms reaching out and pulling open a drawer that is conjoined to his desk, his arm moving around like he is searching for the item before pausing and looking up towards you.

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That Awkward Moment When

John Laurens x Female Reader

Requested by @cupcakequeen1999 who was kind enough to compromise, this one goes out to you girl, you’re super rad

In which the reader and Laurens are roommates and very good friends. Jealousy and smut ensues.

Words: 4,573

Warnings: NSFW! SMUT SMUT SMUT and LOTS OF SWEARING (don’t read if this will make you uncomfortable)

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Call Me Kitten | 2

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre:  Fluff | Hybrid!AU

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1405

A/N: I’m falling in love with kitten!Jimin, he’s too cute, so here’s a part two for you all! Find Part 1 here


“Jimin?” You peered out from the bathroom, casually wiping your hands off on a towel as you padded through the quiet apartment, carefully pushing the bedroom door open.

You smiled softly at the sight, Jimin curled up on the bed, his white tail wrapped warmly around him, ears twitching occasionally as he slept, his hair falling into his face as usual. His chest rose and fell steadily, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he stirred, beginning to shake his head from side to side. You pouted a little, realising another dreadful nightmare was likely coming on, confirmed by the scared whimpers that began to slip past his lips as he tossed from side to side.

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Jealousy Induced Hickey Attack (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Title: Jealousy Induced Hickey Attack [ REQUESTED by @no-other-names-available ]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Genre: Fluff

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I am so sorry this is so late. I’ve been swamped with school lately and just started my two weeks long term break so here’s the super overdue request! I hope it’s up to your standards! 

Now, if you thought Bucky was on the down low in the Avengers Tower, (Y/N) was probably even more scarce in this hero-filled compound. She was this quiet girl that was always trying to go under the radar. If she wasn’t summoned, she was hidden.

It isn’t easy to keep secrets or stay hidden in a tower where its residents are not only skilled spies but are also incredibly nosey individuals. But perhaps it was because (Y/N), and Bucky had close to no interactions with each other, that no one thought it was close to probable that the duo was together.


Stark’s over the top parties were no stranger to anyone that were somewhat part of his social circle. Tonight was once again a night of lavish partying and endless flow of food and alcohol.

(Y/N) was off in her little reading nook on the second level that overlooked the entire ongoing party. She was in her usual oversized sweater that fell to the mid of her thighs, her hair in a messy ponytail, her new book in her hands as she thumbed the same page for the past 20 minutes.

Her gaze was fixed on a large figure that was sitting at the open bar, next to Captain America himself. Bucky was nursing his drink while continuing his hushed conversation with his best friend. He was back facing (Y/N) and failed to notice a pretty lady clad in a tight red dress making her way towards the soldier.

Seeing the scene unfolding in front of her, (Y/N)’s brows furrowed and a deep frown settled on her face. The page she was thumbing crumpling slightly as her fists clenched, her gaze not leaving her lover.

The red dress lady has now settled next to Bucky, her long legs crossed, dress sliding up her thighs. She placed her hand on his shoulder, fingers fluttering playful as she leaned over to whisper into Bucky’s somewhat rigid body.

At that scene unfolding before her, (Y/N)’s book fell to the floor with a loud thud and the two super soldiers didn’t miss the dull sound that came echoing from the upper level.

Bucky’s widening eyes met (Y/N)’s glossy ones and that was all it took for the super soldier to hastily get off the bar stool and make his way to her.

He followed his lover with wide steps as the girl rushed to the comforts of her room, not paying mind to his confused best friend he left behind.

Bucky quickly slipped into (Y/N)/s room before her door slammed shut, enveloping the sobbing girl in his warm chest as he sealed her lips with his, tipping her over to king sized bed, mumbles of sorry falling from his lips.


The warm sunlight shined in the room, falling on the faces of the entwined lovers, stirring the girl from her slumber. Blinking her sleepiness away, (Y/N)’s eyes focused on the broad chest her face was resting on during the night.

Her cheeks had a dust of pink as she remembered the ministrations the night before. In a jealous frenzy, the usually shy (Y/N) was more forward than usual. She didn’t want to be that damsel that couldn’t voice out what she wanted, showed people who she cared for.

Despite those thoughts that flitted through her mind the night before, the blush that peppered her cheeks were still a prominent shade of pink.

As she burrowed her heated face into Bucky’s chest, the soldier stirred from his sleep, attention focusing on the girl enclosed in his arms.

“Mornin’ doll.” he murmured, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead, his lips upturned into a satisfied smile.

Her reply came back muffled as her face was still buried in Bucky’s wide chest. At that, Bucky let out a deep chuckle, lightly pulling the embarrassed girl away from him, his other hand tucking her fallen hair behind her ear.

With a sneaky grin on his face, Bucky playfully flipped his body around, pressing (Y/N) against the bed and hovered over her.

Stretching out his body, Bucky said, “So doll, what’s with the hickey attack last night?” a handsome smirk hung on his lips.

(Y/N) grabbed the sheets that have fallen to the side of their bed with lightning speed and wiggled her way out of Bucky’s caged arms. Wrapping her white sheets around her bare body, she lightly pecked Bucky’s cheek and scampered her way to the attached bathroom, leaving a shocked Bucky behind.  


The couple made their separate ways to the dining area of the tower much to Bucky’s dismay, and as he stepped into the kitchen area, his ears picked up the voices of the group of nosy Avengers he called his family.

Bucky was dressed in a white tank top to counter the heat from the summer day and sauntered to his seat next to his secret girlfriend.

He reached over to grab the jug of juice placed away from him causing all the heroes to stop short during their chatter and stare at the super soldier with wide eyes.

Being the first to recover from the shock, Tony smugly called out to Bucky “So Tinman, whats with the purple spots decorating you? Is it that sexy red dress’s work? Where’s the woman of the hour?”

Before Bucky could deny Tony’s claims, the usually quiet (Y/N)’s voice came through quickly “What sexy red dress?! Bucky’s mine!”

Right as that slipped from her lips, (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock, the tips of her ear a bright red as she covered her face with her hands.

Hearing that vocal declaration coming out from his shyer partner, Bucky couldn’t help but push put his chest in pride. All of a sudden, a flurry of comments came at the couple from all corners of the dining table.

Ignoring the group of noisy Avengers, Bucky stood up and turned towards his now not-so-secret girlfriend and scooped her out of her seat.

“I’m bringing my girlfriend back to our room. We’ll be skipping out on dinner and lunch.” Bucky called out, a smug grin on his face, as he takes wide strides back to his bedroom, with a flushed (Y/N) in his arms.



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etsyfindoftheday 3 | 3.2.17

theme thursday: animal friend finds

stargazer fox wrapping paper by prismofstarlings

my animal-themed day continues with shiny gilded fox wrapping paper that’s adorned with stars and botanical decor. beautiful.

Hawaii

Warning: Language, kinda smutty

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The day had been miserably hot. On top of that, It was very humid. But what am I to complain about in Hawaii? It’s absolutely gorgeous. What’s the one thing that could make a place like Hawaii 100 times better? My boyfriend Harry.

Yesterday Harry’s good friend Jon Geller got married. It was a very beautiful ceremony. Harry really let loose and had fun, which is really relieving for me because he’s been pretty stressed out lately.

About an hour ago Harry decided to head down to the gym and work out.

“Are ya sure ya don’ wanna come with me to the gym bug?” He asked tying his shoe laces.

“Harry If I go to the gym I’m going to immediately die of heat stroke.” I say sleepily from under the covers.

“If you say so, I’ll be back in a bit.” He says with a light chuckle.

Once he was all ready to go he came over to my side of the bed, kissed my cheek, then left.

That was an hour ago, and it’s only getting hotter by the minute. I wish I could go to the beach to cool off but Harrys exact words were,

“Stay in the room until I get back petal, don’ want the paps gettin’ pictures of ya.”

So instead of going to the beach, I think of another idea.

Quickly I take off my shirt and shorts, leaving me just in my underwear. I stand up from the bed and make my way over to the huge window in the room and open it. Immediately I’m met by the cool morning breeze. The wind on my skin feels amazing.

After a few moments of letting the breeze nibble at my skin, I lye on my stomach on the bed and doze off.

Suddenly I’m awoken by soft kisses on my ass.

I turn my head to the side to look down at harry. He had just gotten out of the shower and had a white towel wrapped lowly around his hips. I let out a small moan just looking at him, He notices that I’m awake and looks up at me with a smirk on his face.

“Good mornin’ my sleepy one.” He dips his head back down and starts kissing the small of my back.

I let out a quiet morning and bite my lip.

Suddenly Harry flips me over and starts biting my hip bones.

“Is daddy making you feel good pet?” He asked moving up to the dip in between my breasts.

Instantly I can feel my panties soak at the name daddy.

I nod my head and run my fingers through his slightly damp curly hair.

All too quickly he stops and looks at me.

“Answer when I speak.” He says running his thumb across my bottom lip.

“Yes.” I say slightly out of breath.

“Yes what?” Harry asks with lust filled eyes.

“Yes Daddy.” I say and slip his thumb into my mouth lightly sucking.

His eyes snap shut and he lets out a shaky breath.

He regains composure and pulls out his thumb from my mouth causing me to let out a whimper.

“I’m in charge okay pet?” He asks moving his head to my neck.

I moan out a yes as he hits a sensitive spot on my neck.

Harry was just about to take the towel off of his body when there was a knock on the door.

“Bloody hell.” Harry mumbles before yelling

“Who is it?”

“It’s Jeff, someone is on the phone for you and you need to talk to them right now.”

“Can it not wait?” He yells running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“If it could wait Harry I wouldn’t be standing in the hall right now, come open this bloody door!” Jeff yells.

Harry looks at me with a desperate and apologetic look.

“Don’t worry it’s fine, I’ll be here when you get back.” I say lightly smiling.

Harry lightly smiles and kisses me quickly on the lips.

“I promise I’ll be back soon, and then I’m all yours.” He says pulling a shirt over his head.

Once he’s dressed he kisses me again and leaves.

What I thought would be a few minute phone call turns into hours and I’m not sure when he’ll be back.

With every hour that passes I get more and more riled up.

All I know is when Harry gets back, he wont be in charge, I will.

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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! If you want a part 2 for this just let me know! I have some good ideas for a part 2…;)

Rose Glow

Originally posted by kaimikachan

Character(s): Reader X Wonho, Minhyuk

Genre: soulmate!au, cheesy floof, smut

Warning(s): possessive!wonho, praise!kink, edging, kindof!exhibitionism(?)

Length: 5.5 k

Summary: Wonho doesn’t like Minhyuk. Never has, never will.

requested by the sweetest @honeyheonie (aka the softest soft to ever soft the planet)


Your mother tells you stories when you’re young, of spring blossoms and fluttering hearts and ticking clocks on your wrists. Of soulmates and the parts of you they complete.

When you first meet your soulmate, your wrist will show a clock that counts down to your first kiss.

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Guys my age

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: Lots of smut, protected though, but smut. Wrap it before ye tap it.

A/N: My baby @imaginedaily asked me if I could write a little something for her and of course I said yes because she’s my baby and I love her and I’m guessing I’m a bit gay – okay, A LOT hehe <3 Inspired in Hey Violet’s “Guys my Age


Originally posted by mayawolf

You got out of the shower with a white towel wrapped around your body. Andy Black blasting in the background, as loud as your neighbors allowed. Dancing around at the rhythm of the music, you took out clothing from the drawers and started sliding it on your frame.

Your music faded away and in its place, your ringtone rang. You looked at it and ignored the caller. It had been about four weeks since you’d been ignoring your lame ex; he wanted to get back together with you because he missed you very much but you felt completely disgusted by the idea. Someone told you guys your age were idiots and even though he seemed normal at first, he proved to be everything you were told he would.

Zipping up your leather jacket and turning the keys, you hit downtown to see what could the night life offer a single lady such as yourself. You came across a nice-looking place with some live music and seats near the stage to enjoy the music while being seated and drinking. As you made your first order, you couldn’t help but to look at the guy a few tables away from you. He was kinda hot in a rough way.

After exchanging glances at one another, he made the first move of changing seats next to you. His name was Clint, or so he said. Much older than you but not enough to be an old guy.

“And what is a nice girl like you, doing in a place like this?” He asked before sipping from his drink.

“What can I say?” you shrugged, “my ex-man done me wrong and here I am spending my nights talking to hot but old strangers.” A flirty smile drew on your lips.

“Ouch,” Clint took his hand to his heart in an offended manner, “don’t hurt your old man like that, kid.”

After some enriching music, conversation and drinks, you found that that Clint used to work in a circus and that he was more or less skilled at shooting arrows. You were rather impressed with that and you asked him to please show you how to shoot one, and after paying for the drinks, he walked with you back to his place which was not far from the bar.

The night was a bit chilly, but not enough to make you shiver. His conversation was just as fun and as relaxed as he was inside the bar with all the noise and the people around you. At first you thought he was one of those guys who liked pick up young girls because he couldn’t afford to be with one his age, but he seemed more like the guy who actually didn’t care if he was with one or not. Like he didn’t care at all of anything around him, really.

His apartment was entirely neat, and even cleaner than yours. You wandered around his living room while he took out some beers from the fridge for you to drink. You saw some pictures with him and two children, and lots and lots of other people.

“If it’s not too personal, who are the kids in these pictures?” You pointed at one of the pictures.

“My sister’s kids.” He replied, getting closer and handing you your freezing can. “Good kids.”

“And I’m sure they love their uncle Clint, right?” You mocked. “That’s sweet.”

“What can I say?” He shrugged, rising his hands along with him, “all people tend to love me the minute they meet me so… we all win here, right?” He opened his can and took a long sip from it. You saw how his Adam’s apple bobbed and suddenly he became even hotter than how you pictured him. You decided to take a good sip too and let yourself enjoy his company.

Two beers later you were on the rooftop trying to shoot arrows, but it was useless, you were not only bad at it, you were terrible; not a single one hit the bull’s-eye, nonce. He, on the other hand, was incredibly good. He was so damn good that he didn’t need to look at his target. He looked at you and kept talking while shooting.

It was like watching that Brave scene when Merida rejects the sons of the lords, only 10 times cooler.

“You have to relax. You have to be the bow.” He tried to explain. “Try screaming, at the top of your lungs,” you did as he told you but you only ended up with a sore throat, “did that work?” you shook your head. “I didn’t think so,” he rolled his eyes, “ok, now try shaking?” you did, but you only felt even more ridiculous and he tried hard not to laugh at you.

“Oh god, I’m done with this.” You huffed and handed Clint his bow and the arrow he gave you to try.

“No, come on.” He said. “Take my hand–” Clint reached out his free hand and you reluctantly accepted it— “now close your eyes and try to breathe with me.” His voice was soft, and it took you a moment before you started imitating what he was doing. You felt your chest expanding with the air income and with your hands in his, you actually felt much more relaxed.

He slowly got closer and closer, until you had his breath brushing your lips. Your mouth hung a bit open when you felt the proximity of his. It was pure gut instinct that took over your senses, and in a split second you were crashing your lips on his and pulling from his jacket to make the distance disappear.

His strong hands held your waist tightly, and his thumbs circled the uncovered spots of your skin. The bow and quiver fell onto the concrete floor and the night suddenly became hotter. His mouth molded perfectly with yours and his tongue gently slid to intertwine with yours. Somehow, you were not very interested in shooting arrows anymore.

He carried you back to his apartment and closed the door by pushing you onto it. You got rid of your jacket and top and Clint followed in suit, revealing a scarred but ridiculously well-defined torso. You went for his lips again as he walked with you somewhere in his apartment, soon you realized it was his bedroom.

He gently placed you over the mattress and started placing soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He clearly knew what he was doing and you understood why people kept telling that messing around with boys your age was a waste of time. Older men definitely knew what to do, where to do it, when to do it and how to do it. His pace was soft, unlike your ex’s who wanted to get shit done ASAP; oh no, Clint took his time with you, making you enjoy the pleasures of being with a man with experience.

Your breath got caught in your windpipe when you felt a pair of calloused hands near the valley of your breasts, he slowly pulled down the fabric of your bra, giving you enough time to react and tell him to stop, but you said nothing, and your silence only indicated the permission he had. You helped Clint by freeing yourself from the straps and unclasping it from behind. Just a little help.

“I could that on my own, (Y/N).” He teased, keeping his lips glued to the skin of your chest. “I am not like the guys your age.”

“Since you’re a bit older—” you gasped— “I thought you might need a little help, right?”

“Well, I appreciate that.” He looked up at you and nodded.

He kissed and sucked on the hot skin of your breasts; Clint also spread your legs wider to lay comfortable in between them and use them as support once his lips carried on their way down to the hem of your jeans. He quickly unmade the button and pulled the fabric down your legs.

You supported yourself with your elbows on the mattress as he pulled away your wet underwear with his teeth. His hot breathing was a terrible teaser and it was amazing, because in your life someone had taken such care of you. His tongue did wonders and you were sure that you were tearing up his quilt with your tight grip. Hope he didn’t mind.

In a matter of seconds, you were blissfully screaming the Lord’s name and pushing Clint’s head closer to you. It took you a while you fathom how good he was just by eating you out. You stared at the ceiling, trying hard to catch your breath.

“Better than younger guys?” he savored his own lips, smirking wickedly at you.

“Oh, most certainly. Guys my age don’t know how to treat me right.”

“It’s only about to get better.” He unmade his jeans, revealing a glorious shaft under the tight underwear, and before throwing them away, he picked up a condom from his side table. At least he didn’t need to be told to fucking use one. You made a mental note on the various reasons why older guys were better than guys your age.

He positioned himself in between your legs, teasing your entrance with his length and slowly pushed in. He placed his hands on both sides of your head and lowered his upper body to distract you from the terrible stretching feeling by placing soft kisses on your lips. You were rather confused by his love demonstrations, was this a plain fuck or was he… being tender?

You arched your back from the mattress and held on to his broad shoulders as he pounded harder each second. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels on his butt. You loved to hear when he grunted trying to reach a deeper point in you; he was not loud, and compared to you he was a bit silent, but the little moans that spilled on his lips sounded like heaven.

If your previous orgasm was amazing, this one was indescribable. You couldn’t recall coming so loud and so joyfully. You surrendered on the mattress while he helped you ride out the orgasm while reaching his own. You had never been the one to come first, let alone a guy waiting for you. Well, he was not a random guy, he was a man.

After pulling out, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, and headed to the bathroom. You started picking up your clothes to get quickly dressed and leave, but before you could walk away from the bedroom, he appeared in his pajamas (that only included a pair of shorts) and leaned on the door frame.

“You’re not staying for breakfast?” He asked. “I mean, it’s a bit late for you to go out there.”

“I can call an Uber.” You shrugged.

“I’m a bit of a sucker for cuddling,” he admitted, shrugging and walking to the bed, “why don’t you accept my invitation for breakfast and stay the night?” He patted the bed with a huge grin on his face. “You can take a shirt from the drawer; the first one.”

You sighed and did as he told. He was a bit right, it was too late to call an Uber and breakfast sounded like a great idea. You searched for a shirt you liked and that you could keep. A purple one with a red, white and blue bull’s-eye in the middle. It was big enough to cover your butt and you loved the way it looked on you. You even got whistles and cheering from Clint as you did a bit of modeling. When you were about to close the drawer, you found some dark, leather-looking clothing.

“What’s this?” You asked, holding the sort of sleeveless vest.

“Oh, it’s my uniform.”

“Circus uniform?” You asked again, folding the garment and closing for good the drawer. You slid under the covers and cuddled next to Clint.

“No, more like avenging uniform. I’m Clint Barton, by the way.” He smiled, kissed the top of your head and then called it quits by turning off the lights.