you should really put some pants on

student! taehyung smut

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby

word count: too bad to even bother knowing 

tags: fingering, exhibitionism(?), public stimulation, bathroom sex


maths class bored you to tears. your teacher droned on continuously. it was like being stuck in a horrible weekly loop of monotonous voices.

but today’s class had peaked your interest as a new kid had joined the class.

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Elevator Music: Everywhere

Wednesday’s are like every other day, because it’s not just Wednesday’s that you make out with Jaehyun anymore. But, of course, that bliss can’t last forever. Or could it?

Part 1 | Part 2 |

this didn’t go the way i planned, but oddly i… like it?? so. you know. enjoy?

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Stop Moving

Summery: Bucky wakes up from a nightmare to fin that you’re up too

Triggers: Nightmares

Word Count: 1100+

A/N: I just wanted to get something out, Im sorry I haven’t really been active. Exams and shit

Key: Italics is Bucky’s thoughts

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Originally posted by dailyevanstan

<Your work had been a gift to mankind. You shaped the->

He woke up, panting, dripping with cold sweat. Some of his hair covered his eyes so he brought his right hand up to brush it out the way, leaning on his left. He managed to complete his task through his shaking. I’ll just get a glass of water and try again. He told himself.

Pulling the blanket off himself, he turned so his feet touched the floor. I should put some clothes on. Since he spent so much time in Russia everything was too hot for him. It didn’t help that the chunk of metal was there permanently and he had to hid it under long sleeves. He wore almost nothing to bed, just a pair of briefs to cover himself when Steve stormed in.

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jayalaw  asked:

In the role reversal au, how do you think the storm the castle would play out, with the monsters taking Star hostage and Marco being asked to come alone and save his bestie? (Such a cool blog!)

Most everything is gonna be similar save for some slight differences. They run afoul of a dangerous beast during on adventure and the magical character hurts the non-magical one’s feelings.  

Of course an apologies comes later but by then it’s too late. The Earth friend has been kidnapped as part of a larger scheme. 

A temporary alliance is made.

Small encounter gives birth to many “Is Starla really a MEWMAN??” theories. 

FIGHT! Not sure if it’s noticeable or not but basically Heinous brainwashed the minions. She had gotten their loyalty already after expelling their cruel leader Buff, but you can never be too sure with monsters. 

Dipping down? I dunno what it would be called in this setting. Inner power? whatever it is it won’t be fully explained until the next season.

Instead of accidentally shoving her back in, Starla and Mars just kinda get over excited about what just happened. In the original STC Toffee’s arm growing back was a big wtf moment. I figure I would make it ‘Heinous using magic’ would be it here, since up until this point she only been shown using tech. Also confirmation that she’s Mewman–magic folk Mar’s ancestors ‘wiped out’. 

Mars didn’t have the energy left to repeat his feat, so goes with his only option. Unfortunately for generations of Mexan royal history, Heinous wants the ring destroyed. Mars complies but the ancient jaguar spirit bares no grudge. 

Yvgeny pounces on a chance of the lifetime as his former allies escape. Bird from start of episode interrupts cute(?) hug to power/create a new ring. In-meta-universe Fandom collectively scratches its head on where the heck it came from, and curse it for interrupting the aforementioned hug. 

Starla is faced with the fact that her mom really DOES care for her. River should put on some pants. Sweet family hugs, Sensei expresses worry over missing pieces. Yvgeny finally gets what he always wanted.–power. 

Then there’s a 8-10 month long hiatus until the next season :)

Thank you for your patience.

Embarrassing brother

Originally posted by everlasting-xo-wonderland

Fandom: The Outsiders
Relationship: SodapopxSister!reader
Prompt: #2: “Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.”


Being the youngest Curtis wasn’t always easy, especially when you had seven guys around at all times. So when you found out you could no longer go to your lab partner’s house and he had to come to your, you freaked. You spent the next two days cleaning and warning the boys not to mess this up. Soda and Darry were meant to be at work and Pony was going to be at track practice. You threatened Dally and Two to not come over until after Pony comes home, but you made it clear to Johnny that he was always welcome. So when you came home with Michael and saw Steve lying on your couch, Two-bit eating on the floor and you could hear the shower running you were ready to have a fit. You .did your best to keep your composure as you led Michael to the kitchen.
“I’m really sorry about .all of the ruckus, they weren’t supposed to be here. Do you want to set up while I gather a few things?” Michael nodded and smiled the smile that made every girl but you weak at the knees. You flashed him a fake smile back. He was a Soc, you were sure on the inside he was disgusted by the place you lived. You ran to the closet at the edge of the hallway grabbing the bag full of the supplies you had bought for this. Before you went back into the kitchen you decided you had to whisper-yell at the boys. You made a mental note to make it worse after Michael had left. “Turn off the Tv,” You whispered as you pushed Steve’s disgusting feet off of the coffee table. “Stop eating the cake Two-bits, I’m making dinner right after Michael leaves. C’mon guys, at least act civilly if you are going to stay.”
“Aww, cmon baby Curtis we ain’t doing nothing.” Steve groaned
“Yeah that’s the problem, do your homework or I won’t make you any dessert and I was making my triple chocolate cake with triple chocolate frosting.” The boys both jumped up.
“That’s evil baby Curtis, well played,” Two-bit whispered glaring. You sent them the hated look and walked into the kitchen.
“Sorry about that,” You said smiling
“It’s fine, can we just get this volcano done? I got an hour before my mom wants me home, and if she finds out I’m at a grea-” You tried to hide the hurt look on your face. “Y/N you know I don’t care about your social status, I’m not my older brother.” You softly smiled though you were still kind of hurt.
“Why don’t we get started.”
The two of you worked for a little while longer before you older brother walked into the kitchen in just a towel.
“Hey, Y/N have you seen my clothes that were in the laundry.”
“Jesus Christ Soda, please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.” You felt your face turning bright red.
“Well, I can’t really do that until you tell me where my pants are.”
“In the same place, they always are after school, on your bed.” You glared at him before turning back to Michael as he left the room. “ I am so sorry, I didn’t think it would be this hectic.”
“No need to apologize, we never have this much fun at my house.” You smiled and he smiled back.
“Maybe you should come over more often.”
“I’d like that Y/N”

Put Some Pants On, Honey

Requests: hey please could you write an imagine with Dan Howell from the prompt list (“Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.”) where he’s ran out of clean underwear and his belt does nothing to hold his trousers up when he bends over lmao

- hiii, could you write prompt #2 with dan? thank you so much!

Hi! Can I have a Dan Howell fic with the prompt n. 2 “Please put some pants on, you’re embarassing me”? Thank you love ❤

- 2 please xx

Requested by: all anonymous.

A/N: Woah! A lot of you really wanted this prompt for Dan Howell (though I understand why) so thank you all for the requests! 

Warnings: butts?


Originally posted by resplendent-phan

You blushed in embarrassment, standing at the doorway of Dan Howell’s room, your roommate and girlfriend, not sure if you should walk away like you saw nothing or say something.

You decided the latter, realizing the boy needed to learn how to wear a damn belt or by a size bigger of pants. Or even just pull up his pants a bit. Though, you were his girlfriend, this did not mean you didn’t get flustered by seeing your boyfriends ass practically hanging out of his pants.

“Dan, honey…” You started, alerting him of the fact you were here. He jumped up, startled by your sudden voice. And turning, he immediately smiled at the sight of you.

“Oh, hey, love.” He winked, walking up to you and giving you a hug. You had been out getting groceries and had come back to the flat with Phil’s help, and immediately Phil had rushed you off, saying he would put away the food and you could go find Dan. You’d thanked him, smiling sincerely at him before walking off to find Dan.

What you didn’t expect was to see him bent over, his gray underwear the first thing you saw as you turned the corner into his room.

“How was grocery shopping?” He asked, smiling down at you as you gazed up at him.

You smiled, despite the awkward feeling that settled in you stomach. “Good.” You answered.

Dan’s brows furrowed, “is everything okay?”

You shook your head, your cheeks going ready again. “Please put some pants on, you’re embarassing me” You mumbled.

Dan blinked, his eyes narrowing in confusion. He patted his thighs as if to confirm he’d put pants on this morning. “I do though… Y/N, is everything okay?”

“Sorry, wrong words. But your ass is practically hanging out of your pants, Dan. It’s embarrassing.”

Dan suddenly broke out into a grin, he laughed loudly at you as you glared in even more embarrassment. He hugged you suddenly, and you reluctantly allowed him to, not liking being laughed at.

“It’s a part of me, Y/N.” He joked.

“Will you at least buy a belt?”

“If it’ll make you happy, love.”

Tumblr-Girl (Part 2)

Tumblr – Girl (Series)

Part 1
Part 3
Part 4

Pairing: Misha Collins x reader
Summary: the day after the first conversation
Word Count: 1.913
Warnings: panic attack, angst, depression, mental illness, self doubt

Notes: it is my first ever fanfic and I am not a English native speaker so please don’t hate me, I hope you like the idea, there at least some more parts to come. :) 
IMPORTANT: I’m looking for someone like a beta-reader (since I’m not an English-native-speaker there are (probably) loads of mistakes in my texts as well as some ideas seem better in my mind than in the text, so you know what a beta-reader does, don’t you? Just shoot me a message if you want to help me with my texts 

Now enjoy the second chapter ;)

Your POV

The next day you woke up, your body in pain and extremely tired, you swore you would never again trust a single human being who wants to help and certainly not some guy on tumblr. Yesterday you thought this guy really cared, that you have finally found someone to get this weight from your shoulders, but as everyone else he just let you down. Just wanted to play a knight until he read this few lines and recognized your unappealing character, until the game got boring, as it always does when you were involved. 

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Bob’s Burgers Sentence Meme

  • “Enjoy your goldfish, wild man.”
  • “If a deer sees me naked, you can’t get jealous.”
  • “Should one of us go check it out, not me?”
  • “Second wind! *falls down* Didn’t work.”
  • “Why ya gotta be such a wang?”
  • “I missed your stinky face.”
  • “This isn’t my underwear.”
  • “You don’t have to be good, you just have to be fast.”
  • “Old grapes aren’t candy!”
  • “It’s hard for me to think when my pants are off.”
  • “Put some lotion on that!”
  • “Sorry about your marriage.”
  • “Real life comes up and hits you in the face.”
  • “My island name will be Daiquiri Zachary.”
  • “You punched my butt.”
  • “Go suck on a crouton.”
  • “What the cuss word!”
  • “I really do need that deodorant.”
  • “Put your face in it.”
  • “Whatever you’re planning, do not do it.”
  • “I’m straight - I mean I’m mostly straight.”
  • “Double oh-so-sad.”
  • “I have pepper spray in my purse, and I will use it!”
  • “Do you need a hug?”
  • "Hey, I don’t appreciate your lack of sarcasm.”
  • “We’re busier than a monkey with six dingalings.”
  • “While we’re at it, what’s wrong with diarrhea, huh?”
  • “Forecast calls for fabulous!”
  • “Little King Trashmouth found himself a piece of pizza.”
  • “Someday a cleansing rain will come.”
  • "I lured him in with some cold cuts.”
Stickers

Anthony Ramos x Reader
Words: 580
Requests:

anon: Can you write a Anthony Ramos x Reader where Reader is just sitting in a cafe or starbucks with their laptop and their laptop is COVERED with hamilton stickers and Anthony notices and starts to talk to Reader? This seems really- strict but if you could do it thank you so much! I hope I’m not bothering you - CB101 

anon: any cast member that you choose, and it’s where reader is gushing about Hamilton on Twitter n’ one of the cast mates see it ? :33 

i probably shouldn’t have combined them but i thought it was sweet. anywayyyy we have guests over right now so i probably should put on some pants and go pretend to be social! 

so much love for y’all xx

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You sat in the overcrowded cafe, typing away anxiously at your laptop. As usual, you had left your assignment to the last minute, and you were now stressing over the possibility of being able to finish it before the deadline.

You had already downed about three coffees that afternoon, and you were on your fourth. You had to stay awake and be energised if you were going to get the report done.

You let out a soft sigh, slamming your laptop shut and going to the counter to order another coffee. When you returned to your table, a man was standing in front of it and admiring your laptop.

“I really hope you weren’t planning on stealing that. I’ll call the police if I need to,” You said, placing the cup down on the table and sliding back into the booth.

“Oh… oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t have any intentions of doing that… it’s just…”

“Yeah yeah. Can you move along? I’ve got a lot of work to get done,” You said, opening your laptop again and starting to type rapidly. He sat in the seat opposite to you, his eyes still being fixed on the laptop.

“It must have taken you quite a while to collect all of those stickers. Are you a big fan of Hamilton?” He questioned, looking at you quizzically.

“We live in New York City. I don’t think there’s anyone here that isn’t a big fan of Hamilton. But if you must know, yes. Yes I am,” You replied, keeping your eyes fixed on the computer. You let out a huff when the man still hadn’t left. You looked up from your computer screen, freezing.

“You’re Anthony Ramos,” You said quietly, biting your lip. “Oh my…”

“Yeah. I guess I am,” He said, smiling. “Took you a while.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been so stressed with this report. I need sleep, I need coffee… I haven’t been taking in my surroundings that well. Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?”

“You can tell me your name first. Then maybe… maybe I’ll let you buy me a drink,” he said, flashing a big smile in your direction. You blushed, giggling.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Big fan of your music and… well everything you do honestly. I’ve been following you since 21 Chump Street,” You stated.

“Dang, really? Honestly, that’s lit. Wait a second… that’s why you look so familiar! I see you on Twitter all the time! Your tweets make my day honestly,” Anthony said, pulling out his phone and opening the app. “Remind me of your username. I’ll follow you.”

“It’s @(Y/UN). Wait, you really see them? That’s… I figured you’d be too busy. It’s so nice to meet you by the way. I’m amazed I could actually run into you in a city this big,” You stated.

“Well, hopefully the next time we run into each other, it’ll be on purpose. I’ll dm you my number and we can catch up another time! Anyway, I’ve gotta head off because I have a show starting in a few hours, but we’ll talk soon yeah?”

“Oh, um…  yeah! Thank you so much Anthony,” You said.

“My pleasure. It was nice meeting you (Y/N).” With his final words, he stood and left the café, leaving you with a big smile on your face. You jumped when your phone vibrated, pulling it out of your pocket and sighing happily.

“@Anthony_Ramos1 is now following you”

anonymous asked:

Svt scoups with female reader smut w/S

Originally posted by scoupstv

S: “you’re my older brother’s best friend but let’s fuck anyway”

(I was just watching an old Super Panic Frenzy video that directly inspired this one)

It was Friday afternoon.

No homework, your mom had left you money to order a pizza because she was going to be at work late, your brother was staying at his friend’s house for the night. It was your night.

You could give yourself a manicure, have a Friends marathon, do whatever the hell you wanted.

And at the moment, the ideal thing to do seemed to be – ditch your backpack, ditch your pants, plug in your headphones, and have a dance marathon. Tom Cruise had it right when he acted out that famous scene in Risky Business. Dancing is so much more fun without pants on.

You made your way down into the family room and turned something random on the TV – the best Friday afternoon cartoons, obviously, and continued your ass shaking, hip swaying, random arm seizing as you moved into the kitchen to get a snack.

You squealed when you saw a muscled, sweaty man standing at your kitchen counter, scooping a spoon into a jar of peanut butter.

You ripped your headphones out at lightning speed as you stood there in shock.

“Jesus Christ, can you not scream like that?” Your brother Joshua whined, appearing from behind the large refrigerator door as he closed it. “I think you cracked my eardrum.”

“Mom said you weren’t coming home after practice.” You gaped at him, heart still thumping loudly in your chest.

You were trying your hardest to ignore the fact that your long time crush was standing there, now boring into you with his big eyes as he licked his spoon. (It really didn’t help that he was wearing his thin basketball practice jersey, glistening with sweat and showing off his impossible biceps.)

“I wasn’t supposed to. We went to Seungcheol’s house but neither of his parents are home and he forgot his key.” Joshua said all of this quite condescendingly, as if you should have already known.

“I’m really forgetful.” Seungcheol explained. There was a unique glint in his eye and his tone of voice was… suspicious to say the least.

“So we’re gonna go to my room and watch Kill Bill.” Joshua snided. “Don’t bother us. And put some fucking pants on.”

A hot blush swarmed your cheeks as the words hit your ears. You had forgotten your lack of clothing – especially in front of Seungcheol. Joshua grabbed an armful of snacks and his backpack before he was gone. Seungcheol himself didn’t move, just stared at you for a moment. He took the jar of peanut butter in his hand and walked past you, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I think your panties are cute.” He whispered in your ear from behind. You gasped. “And you know… I’m so sweaty from practice that I’m gonna have to take a shower. I’m just so forgetful that I might happen to leave the door unlocked. But you don’t care about that, do you, Princess?”

He left the most tender, fleeting peck on the nape of your neck before he walked away.

You could have passed out right there.

(again, I know this isn’t smut but I got really into the au and I got carried away)

-Tanisha<3

~This one. I love it. I’ve been having slight writers block and this took that away. I think my fave to write in this one was Xanxus. I hope you enjoy these guys and training their s/o~ [Admin E]


Squalo-

“VOII! WOMAN!” Squalo yelled at you, blocking your attack with the sword. He was pleasantly surprised to know that you were open to practice sword fighting with him. You were decent, as in you could barely throw out your own attacks. You just blocked his attacks, trying to stay as grounded as you could.

“I am trying!” You yelled, just ending up hacking your sword at him. You blocked another of his attacks, being pushed back. You smirked when you saw a few stray strands of silver hair fly in the breeze.

“I got you!” You said, triumphantly. Squalo felt his face and arms.

“NO you didn’t!” You yelled, not feeling a mark.

“Yes, I did!” You picked up a couple strands of his hair from the ground. He felt his hair and found the part you had just barely cut. He was about to yell at you, but saw the proud look on your face.

“I guess you did.” Squalo agreed. That was the best that you could manage to do to him, not expecting to actually cut him. You had small cuts all over you, since Squalo did not see the point in going easy on you.

“Alright. I think I’m done now, though.” You panted, sitting down on the ground with a thud. You put the sword across your lap, not wanting Squalo to scream about sword etiquette.

“WHAT?! WE WERE JUST GETTING STARTED!!” Squalo screamed, swinging his sword around. You tilted back, dodging a random sword.

“I’m tired and my wrist is hurting.” You said, rolling it.

“That’s because you were handling the sword wrong with your blows.” Squalo scoffed. You stood up, holding the sword.

“Can you show me how to hold it right?” You asked. Squalo scoffed again, standing behind you and placing your hands on the hilt.

“You swing like this.” He said, showing you the proper wrist movement. You leaned your head back on his shoulder.

“Thanks for going easy on me.” You whispered, making Squalo blush.

“Thanks for joining him.” He grumbled.

Gokudera-

You ducked underneath a log when you heard a small explosive go off. The tree had fallen from a previous attack and you decided to use it as cover. You saw another red puff of smoke and pressed yourself against the ground.

“C’mon, (Y/n)-chan! This isn’t a game of hide and seek!” Gokudera shouted, walking through the training woods. You rolled the blue ball that was in your hand, preparing to throw it. You listened to the footsteps and waited for them to come closer.

“Ha! Got you!” You jumped up and got ready to throw the blue explosive. You paused when you realized no one was there.

“Off guard again!” Gokudera shouted, throwing his red ball. It hit you in the back and exploded, making you fall forward. They were not dangerous. It was like a form of paintball, except the paintballs exploded on contact.

You laid on the ground, groaning. Tied again. Gokudera was about to get you again before he was tackled by a large cat. You laughed when you saw Uri pin him down.

“Uri! That’s not fair! You’re not supposed to take her side!” Gokudera grumbled, trying to pull him out from the cat. She hissed, getting off of him. He smiled, petting the cat gently. You threw your last ball and it hit Gokudera in the chest, sending him back. Your black shirt had red paint all over it.

“I win this time.” You sat on the grass, taking deep breaths. The exercise was definitely exhausting.

“You won because my cat cheated.” Gokudera scoffed, sitting beside you.

“I love Uri. I think she likes me more.” You teased him. Gokudera pouted when you said that.

“Why don’t you just date the cat, then?” Gokudera turned his head away. You leaned over and kissed a blue paint splotch on his cheek.

“Because you’re more fun.” You smiled. Gokudera pecked your cheek quickly, pretending that it did not happen. You grinned in satisfaction.  

Yamamoto-

“C’mon, (Y/n)-chan! You can hit harder than that!” Yamamoto said, encouragingly, holding up the punching pads. You groaned, hitting them as hard as you could. You bring your leg up for a kick, which Yamamoto blocked.

“Good, good. Try for a roundhouse kick!” Yamamoto ordered. You threw your leg up, hitting the pad, but not the right way. You both heard a sudden crack and you yelped, falling back.

“(Y/n)! Are you ok?!” Yamamoto asked frantically, kneeling by your side. You held your ankle, cursing at it.

“I’m fine. I think I just pulled a muscle. Here, help me up.” You clasped hands with him. Yamamoto looked doubtful, helping you up to your feet. You set your foot down, putting pressure on it. You winced, taking a step and almost falling down. Yamamoto’s arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you up.

“Hey, hey, easy now. You definitely hurt your ankle. No more training for today. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.” Yamamoto said, frowning. You shook your head.

“No, no. It’s fine, Takeshi. Trust me, it wasn’t your fault. I kicked wrong.” You insisted, an arm around his neck.

“Let’s get you in to the house. I’m sure I still have some sports bandages somewhere.” Yamamoto walked with you. Your hurt ankle barely touched the ground as you hopped. You crashed on to his couch, putting your leg up. You pulled your pant leg up, looking at the bruised area.

“Ouch. Maybe you should grab an ice pack, too.” You called. Yamamoto came back with the tape, starting to wrap your ankle.

“That looks like it really hurt.” Yamamoto looked at you with a frown, still feeling guilty. You sat up, your legs across his lap.

“Don’t feel bad. This just gives us an excuse not to get off the couch.” You kissed his lips softly.

“I still haven’t done my routine, yet.” Yamamoto reminded you.

“That’s alright.” You put your hand on his chest. “I can wait.” He smiled, kissing your lips before going back outside.

“Wait! Ice pack!” You yelled.

Xanxus-

You blinked. Bam! Blink. Bam!

You took a breath and took another shot, at the picture on the target. You took off your glasses, staring at your shots.

“You’re a terrible shot.” Xanxus grunted, watching you look over your paper. You pouted, hoping that you were getting better. Only two of your shots actually got near the center of the red target.

“You do it again, then.” You crossed your arms. Xanxus brought up his gun, no glasses needed. He shot five times in a row, hitting dead center on the target. There was no way you could become as good a shot as he was.

“So.  .  . remind me again why we’re using pictures of the Varia for target practice?” You held up an annoying picture of Leviathan you had been shooting at. The picture Xanxus was shooting at was Belphegor.

“It’s relaxing.” Xanxus muttered, admiring the holes that were in the center of Bel’s face.

“Can I have a picture of Squalo next?” You asked, reloading your gun. You were very careful not to the drop the bullets. The last time you dropped the bullets Xanxus just walked away. You eyed the glass of whiskey on the edge of the balcony. “Can I have a sip?” You asked.

Xanxus handed you a picture of Squalo before nudging his drink towards you. Taking a sip, Xanxus could not help but feel proud of you. His fiancé, drinking alcohol and shooting with him off his balcony. You clipped a picture of Viper up with clothespins and ran it down the clothesline.

“You shoot again.” You said, wrapping your arms around Xanxus’s waist. He grunted in response, bringing up his gun and taking the shots. You pulled it back and put up your picture of Squalo. You took your shots and Xanxus watched you carefully.

“Your shot still sucks.” Xanxus took a swig of the whiskey. You smiled at the picture, pointing to the hole in what would be Squalo’s chest.

“Still a bad shot.” Xanxus took another sip and you chuckled, still grinning.

There Is No Time For Pants - Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader(kinda)

Originally posted by aestheticimagines

Words: 1038
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x (kinda)Reader
Warnings: swearing
Requested: no
Authors Note: soooo i have writers block. And literally a month and a half ago i had this funny idea with my friend rianna aka @myfandomsarecooler about Stucky so here it is. Technically, there is no x reader, but it is about the reader, so that’s fun. Also, this could turn out to be more cringe than I thought because it is my first Stucky fic. I hope it’s not too bad xD it’s also basically just a big conversation between steve and buck, there literally isn’t much plot besides the point of a laugh.

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Steve was waiting anxiously for Bucky to come into his bedroom. Steve was sat in the middle of his bed, in a long, baggy shirt and pink underwear. He also had a Starbucks latte sitting in between his legs, as it was too much for him to hold the drink and freak out at the same time.

Bucky walked into the room to find his boyfriend looking like an overgrown three-year-old. “Steve, what the hell is going on?” Bucky sighed when he got a good look at Steve.

“Buck!” Steve shouted, a huge smile growing on his face, “You’ll never believe what I just found out!”

“Okay, Steve, but you should really put some pants on. You know we can’t just sit around a base half naked,” Bucky sighed and walked over to the closet to pull out clothes for Steve.

“No, you have to listen! You’ll never believe this!” Steve exploded, catching Bucky’s attention.

Bucky turned around and sighed at his boyfriend. “Steve, please, you have time to put some pants on.”

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30 Minutes or Less

Title: 30 Minutes or Less

Pairing: Aubrey x reader

Based off of this anon request:

Hi could you make an Aubrey x Reader imagine, in which James and y/n live together, and they ordered pizza but they got horny while waiting for the pizzas to arrive, and they were half naked, in the kitchen when the pizza guy arrived and idk can you make it funny and sexy pls???? Thx !!(:

Warnings: Sexual situations

Thanks for requesting! I hope you like it. I know I did 😉


Originally posted by loveisariskthatwetake

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Days With Him

REQUESTED BY ANON: Hi!Can I have a sisfic where the reader is kevins girlfriend (like 18y/o) and just make some cute scenes with a lot of fluff? Maybe also something like she got kidnaped and totured and after she gets back he makes sure she’s feeling alright? Thanks💕

“Kevin!” You whine burying your head in the pillow.

Kevin laughs, he is used to this, every morning it is a war to get you up. Though, he learned a few tricks.

“Come on, (Y/N)” Kevin says lying beside you “I promise that I’ll make you some pancakes”.

You look up at him a smile on your face.

“Really?”

“Really” he nodded.

“I’m up!”

You jump out of bed and open your door, but before you can get out, Kevin stops you.

“Maybe you should put pants on and a more suitable shirt, your brothers are here”.

“Oh”.

You grab your clothes from the floor, dressing up so quickly that you put your shirt upside down. You run out the room, but notice that Kevin is not following. So, you go back to the room.

“Kevin! Come on”.

He takes a step towards you and gives you a kiss.

“I want pancakes” you mumble.

“Well this is how you pay for it”.

Kevin has a hard time working on the tablet. Especially when he is so tired and sees you asleep on the bed next to you.

He watches you, finding it cute how you look so peaceful in your sleep. He had to deal with you and the nightmares when they thought Dean was dead. Though, he was sent to purgatory. You had a big fight with Sam, and he left to live normal. You were left alone until Kevin found you.

Kevin finally decides that his eyes can’t stay open much longer. He takes his pants off and joins you in bed. As a reflex, you snuggle closer, you cheek on his chest.

“I love you” he whispered kissing your head “I love you so much”.

You are a hunter and a Winchester, what makes you a victim to danger.

And this is what happened. You got kidnapped by a bunch of demons that wanted to know where Kevin and the tablet was.  

Your older brothers saved you, just in time. You got cut up, beaten… tortured.

They brought you back and cleaned your wounds. Kevin never left your side since you got back. He just sits there, on a chair next to you. He blames himself because the demons were searching for him.

You got hurt because of him.

“Kevin” Dean called out from the door of the room “she’s gonna be okay. It’s late, and you look worn out”.

“No” he shakes his head “I want to be here when she wakes up”.

“Dean’s right” Sam said, walking next to his brother “she just needs a lot of rest”.

Kevin shakes his head again.

Sam and Dean look at each other and decide to leave you two alone.

It is only a few hours later, as Kevin was falling asleep that he hears your weak voice calling his name.

“(Y/N)?”

Kevin sits up and grabs your hand, which you tightly SERT.

“Oh, baby” he sighs relieved “how are you feeling? You need something? Does something hurt? Want me to-”

“I’m fine, Kevin” you smile slightly “I want you to come to bed with me… I missed you”.

Kevin doesn’t have to be told twice. He gently lays beside you, making sure he doesn’t hurt you.

“I’m sorry” he whispered playing with your hair.

“Why?”

“Because I know that they took you to know where I am. Sam and Dean told me, I’m so sorry”.

“It’s not your fault” you assured him “I got worst. I’m just happy I’m here with you”.

“I promise I will protect you” Kevin said “I love you way too much to lose you”.

He places his lips on yours and kisses you, before you both fall asleep.

My Turn

Anon: Hello can you write a smut where Dan has to be submissive and he’s really vocal like she has him begging pls? Love your writing :)

Word Count: 3508

SMUT WARNING

Tonight, in short, was total shit. All I wanted was to stay home, drink a little maybe, and just hangout with Dan, but he decided on some very different plans. Just…let me explain.

It started with him inviting me out with him and some of his You Tuber friends out to a local club. He knows how much I hated human interaction, but I went for him, you see, because I’m a good girlfriend: a good partner. He could learn a few lessons from me.

Anyway, so I went with him. I dressed in a tight-fitted, low cut dress, for him of course, with a pair of high stilettoes. I curled my hair and put on makeup and everything. He dressed up as well, wearing a tie and button up shirt, looking incredibly handsome.

Immediately when we arrived, I headed to the bar, trying to get drunk out of my pants. Don’t get me wrong, Phil and Carrie and Alex and Zoey and Louise and whoever else was there are nice people, I just really don’t like going out on a Saturday I intended to stay at home for.

So, I basically wiped out the bar in my attempt to physiologically escape from the monstrous crowd of people. After a while, I went looking for Dan, because a girl and her boyfriend should be together right? Yeah, not really what Dan thought.

I look over to find some nasty, slutty skank drunk out of her pants, and well pretty much Dan’s. She was feeling him up and flirting, oh and not to mention putting her tongue down my boyfriend’s throat. Wait, did I mention he let her? Hm, don’t you just love boys?

I was about to slap all the piles of makeup and spit off her face, when I stopped myself from looking like a drunken fool. I just stood there in distraught, not heartbreak-just anger. Dan looked up, wearing a stupid oblivious look on his face as he looked at me. I was glued to the floor, wanting and not wanting to move. He started to run towards me but I was already gone. I ran back to our shared apartment, not looking back.

This leaves me to where I am now, sitting here on my couch waiting for Dan to come back with lipstick on his cheek and a perfume stained shirt that wasn’t mine. I’m not crying, not screaming, not even worrying. All I feel is, well possessive. Dan’s mine, not hers. He’s mine and no one else’s. She could never give him what he wants-at least not as good as me. He wants passion? Well, I could give him that, and only me.

Finally, I hear the door open quickly and his heavy footsteps running up the steps.

“Y/N?” He yells, acting as if he’s sorry. “Y/N, please.” When he reaches the top, he finds me there, just sitting on the couch lying back casually. My face isn’t stained with ugly mascara lines and my eyes aren’t red from crying-but from passion. I was mad at him of course, but seeing him there with messy hair and a half buttoned shirt kind of turned me on. That seemed to piss me off more as I tried to control my lust towards him. I decided to play it cool-flirtatious actually.

“Hey sweetheart.” I answer in sweet tone, which catches him off guard. I get up from my spot and slowly start to walk over to him as he stands still. His face is mixed with bewilderment, but still horniness. When I reach him, he is up against the wall, looking down at me with confusion and what I think is fear. He is scared of me. Dan Howell is scared of me, and he should be. “Oh, what’s the matter darling?” I ask, bringing my hand up to his cheek with alcohol-reeked breath blowing into his face. “Did that bitch make you feel good baby?” I paused waiting for an answer. “Hmm?” I ask, trying to get a reaction. He stands there, in shock, probably not even hearing what I’m saying. Still, no response and I can feel the anger slowly contort to lust and euphoria. I move my hand down to his neck and clench my nails into his skin, making him yelp out in pain. “Well, honey, I can make you feel better.”

With that, I crash my lips into his harshly, still attached to his neck. He is surprised at first, but eventually kisses me back. We roam each other’s mouths almost violently as he guides his hands all over my body. I bite his upper lip and he moans. I take the opportunity to stop and bring my lips up to his ear to whisper, “Get to the bedroom.”

He slides himself from under me and walks down the hall, looking back still confused. I laugh to myself as I watch him slip into our bedroom down the hall. I head to the bathroom, excited about the sudden change of plans.

I look in the mirror and can’t recognize the person staring back at me. She is fierce and dark and…sexy. My eyes were burning with anger and jealousy and my body was still, yet stern. I’m beautiful, I think to myself. Look, I’m strong and confident and anyone would be crazy to not want me, anyone like Dan. I didn’t need to prove it, but show it. It’s my turn.

I strip off my own dress leaving me in my lacy black lingerie. The lingerie I wore for Dan; wait no, not Dan, but me. I ruffle up my hair with my hands and spray on some perfume. I’m almost breathless from my appearance. I look confident as I watch my long hair hug my figure and the underwear stretch and decorate my tanned skin. I finally open the bathroom door, walking to my awaiting, and probably horny, boyfriend aching for me. I open the bedroom door slowly and find Dan, sitting on the bed, struggling to unbutton his shirt furiously. He looks up and quickly becomes flabbergasted by me. I make him feel this way, me and only me.

“Do you need help baby?” I ask flirtatiously. He just nods and I giggle. I walk over to him slowly and lower myself onto his lap, making sure to flash him some cleavage. I sit right on top of his crotch and feel how hard he is already. I smile and begin to slowly unbutton his shirt, pulling out each button painfully slow. I see him bite his lip as I go to bite and suck at his neck, leaving my mark. Suddenly, I feel his hands clutch my ass and I pull back in response.

“No touching unless I say so.” I warned, looking straight into his eyes. He nodded, but that wasn’t enough. I tug on his shirt harshly, waiting for a proper response. “Got it?”

“Y-yes.” He stammers.

I continue working at his neck and I can hear him moan and pant at my touch. I start to move my hips against his, developing hot friction between us. I move my body in an elegant s-shape, thankful for my dancing abilities. I grind onto him, playing soft music in my head to match my movements. My panties start to soak through as his hard on rubs against my clit. I finally finish with his shirt and drag my hands up his naked chest to his neck, where his tie is. I detach from his soft, sensitive neck and whip my hair to one side. I take his tie in my hands and stroke it a couple times in thought, not even looking at Dan. “You know what?” I ask rhetorically. “Let’s keep this on.” He smirks at the same time I do so I connect our lips back together again. He moves his kisses down to my neck and I figure this is my cue to take off his pants. I waste no time and in a matter of seconds, his pants and boxers are at his ankles. I spot his erection and smirk at the work I’ve done like a proud artist after completing a painting.

I lower myself down onto my knees as he sits on the bed. He opens up his legs, begging to be touched. I softly stroke his cock, hardly even touching it with my fingertips. He whimpers, but it’s still not enough. “What do you want Dan?” I ask darkly. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to suck me off.” He moans. I put my hands on his knees and pull myself up so we are face to face.

“Beg.” I whisper, as I almost get lost in his dark brown eyes.

“Oh god, please Y/N, I need you. I need you to touch me. I need your soft lips to wrap around my cock and lick me up and down. I need you to take all of me in your mouth and make me cum.” He cries out, falling lower and lower into submission. I can see the satisfying agony in his face and I can hear it in his sultry voice.

I smile, pleased with his words and lower myself back down so I am eye-level with his throbbing cock. I take it again in my hands, gripping it a little tighter than before. I move my hand slowly up and down his length, to get him a little more excited. I dance my fingertips along his smooth thigh, making him beg even more. I start to kiss his thighs softly and lovingly, inching closer and closer there. After what seemed like eternity, I finally connect my lips to his tip, making him moan out and arch his back. He puts his hands behind him, hoisting himself up so he doesn’t break. I kiss up and down, not actually putting him in my mouth yet.

I decide he’s behaved well enough, so I wrap my delicate lips around his tip, making him shudder. I slowly sink my lips down further and further, making his dick disappear into my mouth. I hollow out my cheeks and suck in, tasting his precum against my taste buds. He tastes sweet, and I can’t help but want more. I bob my head up and down on him, making him moan loudly. I watch him grip the sheets so tight; his knuckles turn white in desperation. I bring my long fingers up to his balls, and slowly massage them, something I’ve learned he goes absolutely berserk for. I move my head at a fast pace; making him hit the back of my throat. I moan against him, making the sound vibrate off of him, and he almost annihilates. His pleas and moans become more frequent by the second and I decide he’s had enough for now.

Right before I was about to detach myself from him, he makes a horribly false move. Blinded by the fog of ecstasy, he brings his fingers up to my hair, and grabs tightly, making me pull back in anger. I get face to face with him, and I can tell he knows he’s in trouble.

“What did I say Dan?”

“I-I’m sorry.” He petitions as the fear once again creeps into his eyes.

“Do you know what happens to good boys who don’t behave?” I pause, wondering into his fear-stricken eyes, “They get punished.” I say firmly. I grab his tie from around his neck and untie it, securing his wrists to the bedpost, making him plea in response.

“This is what happens when you are a bad boy Dan. Now, lay down, it’s my turn.” He does as he told, as he lies straight on his back, his wrists still bound to the bed. I take off my underwear and position myself slowly above his mouth. I anchor my legs on either side of his body, making him admire his view. Then finally, I lower myself down onto his awaiting mouth. As soon as I make contact, his tongue begins to explore my folds, making me moan out. He goes slowly at first, covering every inch of my sex, cautious of what will happen if he misbehaves again. I grind on his face, silently begging him to go faster. He understands, and wraps his entire mouth on me while poking his tongue in and out. I hold on to the bedpost, trying to keep myself composed. I grind faster and when he hits my clit, I almost loose it. I cry out, asking him to go faster: deeper. His tongue goes into overdrive, licking at my dripping core making me whimper. Finally, he hits it. That once spot that never fails and I orgasm spontaneously, making a wet mess all over him. I tilt my head back, overwhelmed by the electric current that ripples through my body. My legs feel numb and match the rest of my body, as my senses and adrenaline go fanatic. I move myself up from him, expecting him to want some air, and I lower myself down, so my ass is touching his erection. I rest my bare chest onto his, and I can feel the zealous beating of his heart. We meet face to face, and I kiss him passionately on the lips, awarding him for his actions.

“Good boy Dan.” I whisper to him. “Now…I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight for days.”

Then, with that, I insert him into me, and we both pant in response. I sit up and start to move up then back down, riding him softly. His hands are still above his head, and I know he wants to touch. That he needs to touch me. I can decipher in his eyes, he needs to hold me, to embrace me. The frustration and the crave in his eyes are not difficult to see. I was just about to untie him when I remember that this is his punishment, and nothing less. I place my hands on his chest, and feel the rapid beating of his heart, as I start to bounce up and down on him. He stares at my bouncing breasts and I smile in confidence. We lock eyes, and I figure this is the perfect time to talk dirty.

“Do you like that Dan?” I moan out, and take my breasts in my hands.

“Yeah, my god, I do.” He whispers, hardly able to speak.

“Yeah, you like it when I ride you up and down on your cock, making you feel good huh?”

“Oh god, yes.” He moans out. “Y/N please, let me touch you, I need to.” I knew it.

“Sorry Dan, this is your punishment baby.” I say, trying very hard to speak. The conversation soon sends when he hits my g-spot, making me scream.

“Mhh, god right there.” I whimper. My thighs start to burn and I’m finding it hard to keep going. Dan figures it out, and meets his hips to mine, cueing me for a break. He pumps furiously, desperately trying to reach me to my approaching orgasm. The clap of our bodies entangled together is enough to send me over the edge. I pant and lay my hands back down on his torso, finding that it was the only thing that I can use to let out the passion flowing through my veins. I dig harshly into his pale chest, overwhelmed by the powering feeling finally surfacing to its maximum potential. I lean my head back, letting my hair tickle my lower back as I stare up at the spinning ceiling.

With one final movement, I orgasm again, letting myself loose control and scream at the top of my lungs. My eyes water and my entire body stings from the salacity suffocating the room. My lungs blaze and crave oxygen and I find my breath is literally taken away from me. My whole body shivers and convulses and I swear my legs are twitching. I bite my bottom lip so hard I taste blood. Euphoria courses through my blood, my bones, my skin. Chills elope me, physical proof of the weakening lasciviousness conquering me, killing me softly.

Soon after, Dan peaks to his highest breaking point, grunting and growling in the process. He digs his nails into his palms, leaving crescent shaped marks in his skin. His chest rises and relaxes to the rhythm of his breaths. I find it hard to even sit up but I manage to lower myself onto his chest, resting on him while he is still inside of me. I rest my head right below his chin and turn my head to the side, closing my eyes and trying to decelerate my heartbeat. I close my eyes and loose myself in the world of lust and rest. I soon remember that Dan is still tied up and below me. I pull my self up and out of him and untangle his wrists from the bed. I lay down next to his side, holding on to his wrists. I remove the tie and find red marks on his skin. I run my fingers gently over them, observing yet another mark I’ve made.

“Sorry.” I whisper, still watching his wrists. I decide to look up and find Dan staring at me in fascination and curiosity. I raise my eyebrow and ask,

“What?”

“Why are you apologizing?” He whispers.

I hesitate, and become confused at his question. “Because I hurt you.” I whisper back.

“No, I hurt you.” He whispers back and I can feel the hurt and sincerity in his voice.

“Dan…”

“No-please” He interrupts harshly. “I shouldn’t have done that. I betrayed you and hurt you and, god, I’m such a dick.” He says, scolding himself.

“Dan, come one, no you didn’t-”

He suddenly pulls himself up swiftly, stopping my sentence. “Yes I did! I mean, how could I do that? You are the one and only person who I love more than life itself and I fucking- I mean- I just left and-” He scrambled trying to find words to say to me. I sit up and kiss him straight on his lips, ending the stuttering. I hold his face in my hands and kiss him with not passion or desire, just forgiveness and love. I open my eyes and slowly leave my lips from his and stare straight into his eyes.

“Dan, listen. I love you to the moon and back and there is nothing you could do for me to ever stop. I’ll always be here, and I’ll always love you. Okay?” I say softly.

He reconnects our lips and holds my bare body against his. When he separates, he looks at me and simply answers “Okay.”

He pulls me close as we disappear into the paradise of sheets and love, holding each other like we would never see each other again. After endless kisses and smiles, I explore the deep, wonderful state of sleep, never wanting to leave his side, and never wanting to let go.

I realize that love wouldn’t be anything without the fighting or the jealousy or the anger. It wouldn’t be love, just oblivion. How can you ever experience the good when there is no bad? I don’t want simplicity or clear skies everyday. I needed the screaming and confusion. I needed the fire and tears. Anyone could live with just smiles and warmth, and I didn’t want to just be anyone. I wanted love and everything that comes with it. Because, when you have someone that loves you, there will be someone who hates you. When there is someone who wants you, there will be someone who doesn’t. Life is filled with opposites and without opposites, how would we know what anything feels like, or looks like, or seems like? Without sadness, how could we distinguish happiness? Without left, which way would we know is right? Without one opinion, how could another one be proven wrong or right? Without women, where would man be? It may seem as if opposites didn’t exist, life would be easier. There would be no arguments or differences. But without them, life would not be life. Life would be plain, and one-sided, and closed-minded. There would be no fuel to inspire or desire to change. And change, is the scariest of them all. Whether good or bad, change is one of the most powerful forces on the planet. It can mean the difference between life and death: love or hate. Dan is my opposite; he is my love. He is my change and my anger. He is my hate and my right. Without him, I could not live, or at least know what leaving really means. It is my turn to live and be happy. It is my turn to argue and to change. It is my turn to love and be loved, and I couldn’t be any luckier to find my opposite.

*Woot Woot female domination! Yeah thanks for the request btw, I love female empowerment I’m a huge ass feminist. If you wanna check out my other fics, you can go here, and that would be hella amazing. Also, I’m currently a co-writer for fantasic-smut, so you can check that out if you wish. As always, send me requests, ideas, or just ask me questions and i will love you lots! Bye bye crazies with the daisies (???) and i will see you soon!

anonymous asked:

12 :D

Blissful, oblivious sleep was interrupted by three things in quick succession: A bang on the door downstairs, red and blue reflections on the bedroom ceiling, and a sharp elbow nudging his ribs.

Danny made a sound that was half bear, all grumpy halfa. This was supposed to be his night off. “Whatsappinin,” he mumbled, hoping someone would give a quick reassurance and he could drift off again without really waking up.

“Police, I think.” A soft, sleepy voice out of the dark. Sam. “How about we put on some pants and figure this out?” She elbowed him again. “We meaning you.”

Danny rolled over and moaned into his pillow. “Or I could go back to sleep and you could do it.”

Sam smacked Danny’s bare thigh. “I’m you’re wife, not a doorman. Also not the city’s resident ghost hero. She lay back down and snuggled into the covers. “Therefore entitled to an uninterrupted night’s sleep.”

“I should go on strike,” Danny grumbled.

It was the middle of the summer and neither of them were remotely dressed. Which was fine at all times except when there was a squad car, lights flashing, parked in their driveway and someone banging on their door. Probably the police. Probably some kind of ghost emergency. Or else the HOA had finally called in about Sam’s “natural” yard maintenance.

Sam snickered sleepily. “Ghost union. I’d back that.”

It was so nice here in the dark, with Sam’s warm, bare shoulder snuggled against his chest, her heels resting against his shins, her soft hair tickling his chin. He inhaled the soft scent of her organic cinnamon lavender shampoo. Weird combination, but it had grown on him. It was comforting, familiar, like her body coiled against his, or the soft tic-tic-tic of their faulty ceiling fan.

Maybe if he shut his eyes and drifted off, they’d just go away…

Sam nudged him with the back of her head.“Danny.”

“Fine.” Danny sat up, rubbing at the stubble on his face. He pushed aside the covers, shut his eyes, and a bright flash of light filled the bedroom. He gestured to his ghostly jumpsuit. “Pants. You happy?”

Sam dragged the covers over her head. “Sure, night light. Go get ‘em.”

Okay everybody, it’s been a not-so-fantastic year but I intend to end it fantastically! I’m leaving tomorrow morning and I’m going to be out of town for a bit for my wedding and Christmas vacation stuff. I may pop on occasionally but won’t really be around again until next year. So here’s a preview of what’s on the agenda for when I return…

Prompts/ideas/bunnies that I haven’t forgotten about:

The arranged marriage Malec AU

The dystopian soulmate prompt (still haven’t decided if this should be Malec or Sterek. Maybe I’ll be really self-indulgent and make it both. XD)

The Peter Hale as the Librarian fic

The ABO!Sterek fic

and of course the just came to my mind a few days ago Steter gladiator/hunger games mashup fic

But those are just some prompts that I don’t want to lose in the next year. Now for the real fun stuff! 

Coming in January!

The grindr!Malec fic (which turned out not to involve very much grindr, but that’s not important)

Magnus reaches out for his phone, as Alec pulls his pants on. “You should put your number in my phone,” he says, tapping the screen to unlock it.

Alec freezes a little. He’s always taken a ‘one show only’ approach to this sort of thing. He doesn’t want to see these guys again. Grindr makes that easy for him, and most of the guys are pretty understanding. But Magnus is so hot, and the sex was so good. He hesitates.

Magnus, still not entirely awake, doesn’t notice. “You could show me around town, maybe …? I understand you need a true native to really enjoy New York.”

“I, uh, I can’t really.” Alec clears his throat. “Sorry.”

“Are you sure? I’d love to - ” Magnus sees something shift on Alec’s face, and winces. “I’m sorry. I promised not to make the morning after awkward, and here I am doing precisely that. Number, yes, no?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Alec holds his hand up for the phone, and Magnus tosses it to him. Against his better judgment, he enters his number into Magnus’ contacts. He can always ignore it if Magnus calls him. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you around, maybe,” he says, and leaves the room without looking back.

The new plot-filled section of Live and Learn:

When Alec finished reading Magnus’ letter aloud, the room was silent. Clary was crying quietly, and Jace was holding her. Finally, Alec looked up, found Izzy. “Does Meliorn know where the portal to Edom is?”

“I’ll ask him,” Izzy said, and turned and walked away without argument.

Jace rubbed a hand over the back of his head. “I hate to state the obvious – ”

“Then don’t,” Alec told him.

Jace grimaced, and Lydia spoke up. “Alec, he told you not to come for him. He told you over and over again.”          

“So what? If he can ignore what I would obviously want, I can ignore what he wants.” Alec’s hand tightened on the letter. “He’s my husband. I take those vows seriously. What God has joined, no man can sunder. And I don’t care if that man is the prince of hell. He cannot, and will not, take my husband from me.”

And last, but certainly not least, Adult Wolf: Season Two!

Gerard smiles a hard, mirthless smile. “Well, I wanted to meet the man who murdered my daughter, of course. That would be you, I think.”

Tom doesn’t flinch. “Your daughter aimed a deadly weapon at a civilian. I acted accordingly. You have my condolences.”

“That ‘civilian’ was an alpha werewolf,” Gerard says.

Tom thinks of several snappy retorts, but then decides against them. Instead, he says nothing. Just meets Gerard’s gaze and waits. If Gerard wants to make the point that Peter wasn’t worth protecting, he’s going to have to come right out and say it.

“An alpha werewolf who had murdered five people,” Gerard adds, and Tom still says nothing. “An alpha werewolf that I think you know how to find.”

Seeing that Gerard is going to continue to push, Tom decides to push back. “Let’s get a few things straight. First of all, Kate’s death has been investigated and I have been cleared of any wrongdoing, so although you can have my condolences, you cannot have my remorse. As far as Kate’s death is concerned, my conscience is clear. Perhaps you haven’t seen the picture of her holding a gun to my son’s head. If you haven’t, I’d be happy to show it to you. Secondly, Peter Hale has not been charged with or convicted of any crime. Thirdly, you should probably know that the five deaths you referred to are thought to be Kate’s work, that she was cleaning up after herself by killing anyone who could implicate her in the death of the Hale family. Lastly, since Kate was one hundred percent responsible for that fire, Derek and Peter Hale are both her victims, and I would like to advise you that as the sheriff of this county, I will not tolerate harassment of either of them. So yes, Mr. Argent, I do know where to find Peter Hale, and no, I don’t particularly care that you’d like my help with that.”

Hakobe Resort. Chapter 3

Warning! Rated M for foul language, sexual content (in every chapter), and adult situations. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does. This is my submission for NALULOVEFEST 2016.

Summary: Natsu and Lucy’s two year wedding anniversary is coming up, and Natsu wants to do something to surprise his lovely wife. A weekend alone at the newly built Hakobe Resort should do the trick!

Word count: 6,870

Read chapter: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

Read on FF.net or AO3.


Chapter Three: Bite

Lucy woke up surrounded by heat. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence, so she hardly noticed it. She sat up, looking around the hotel room. At the foot of the bed was their plates from last night, surprisingly still there and not on the floor. She knew they both moved around in their sleep a few times a night.

She glanced down at her sleeping husband, seeing his peaceful face. He always looked cute when he slept. She leaned down, placing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you,” she whispered before pulling away.

Lucy quickly grabbed the dishes and set them outside the room for housekeeping. She brushed the tangles from her blonde hair, then tied it in a ponytail. When she was done with her morning routine, she returned to the bed to see Natsu waking up.

The dragon slayer groaned as he sat up. His pink hair went in every direction, his hazy green eyes scanning the area. It took half a second for him to remember they were in a hotel room at Hakobe Resort.

“Morning,” Lucy sat next to her husband, smiling at his groggy face. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah,” he stretched, his yawn sounding more like a roar than a yawn. “You ready to go to the mountains today?”

Lucy’s face brightened at the thought of seeing all the snow. “Yes!” She suppressed the urge to jump up and down, even though she really wanted to. “When can we leave?”

His hooded eyes scanned her outfit, “Gets cold on the mountain. Sure you wanna wear a skirt?”

She glanced down, seeing her thighs and legs exposed. She was dressed for the beach, not the snow. “Oh, I guess I should change.”

“Probably,” Natsu chuckled, lifting himself from the bed to retrieve some clothes from his suitcase.

As his wife changed in the bathroom, he dressed in the main room. He put on his overcoat with one missing sleeve, then added a pair of white pants tucked into boots. Since he was a fire dragon slayer, he rarely got cold. He didn’t want to overdue it, otherwise he’d be sweating all day.

When the couple was finished, they went down to the lobby to get some breakfast. Lucy munched on a piece of toast while Natsu piled his plate full of all sorts of goodies. She laughed when he stuffed his face, saying he’d get a cramp if he filled himself up too fast. The dragon slayer didn’t heed her warning, instead only adding a waffle to his overstuffed mouth.

After finishing breakfast, they walked hand in hand to the other exit of the hotel. This one faced the mountain. As they started walking, they found a stop that advertised free shuttle rides to the mountain. Lucy asked him if they could take it, just to save time.

Natsu knew he could get affected by his motion sickness, but agreed anyway. Anything to make his wife happy. They boarded the next shuttle, Natsu leaning against her, puffing out ragged breaths as soon as the vehicle began moving. Lucy weaved her hands through his hair, trying to sooth her sick husband as they approached the mountain. He hummed in appreciation at the kind gesture. His stomach was in knots, but he refused to puke, wanting to make today great.

Lucy saw a faint line of light on the ground. Once they passed it, Natsu’s eyes fell open. “Whoa, that’s awesome,” he said as he straightened himself up. They reached the magic circle encasing the resort’s slopes, ending his pesky motion sickness as long as they stayed in the barrier.

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anonymous asked:

Rfa guys convincing MC to have kids if it doesnt close by the time i submit. Thx!!

Jumin: He presents it just as eloquently as you’d imagine. Probably over a nice dinner. He’ll have warned her beforehand that they had something important to discuss that night, so it’s no surprise when he starts out with “This is something I have been considering for quite a while” It’s not completely formal though, he puts emotion into his proposal to convey how serious he is. Something like “Starting a family was never of interest to me. But having a family with you is what I want.”

Zen: He’s likely to bring it up in the bedroom tbh. After some nice love making he just flops back onto the bed and pants out “You should have my babies, _____.” And she’d probably think he just said it in the heat of the moment, and reply with a “That’s so sudden, Zen” but he really means it. And he’ll keep bringing it up until they actually have a meaningful conversation about it. It’s little things here and there, like they see some random kid and he’s like “You see that little kid there? I think that’s what our kid would look like. Maybe with my hair though. Or maybe yours?”

Yoosung: Little timid Yoosung omg he would be soooo nervous. Assuming they’ve never spoken about kids before, he just assumes she’s going to turn him down and that it might possibly upset her. But he’d bring it up randomly one day when he couldn’t hold back any longer. Just something simple like “_____, what do you think about kids?”

Seven: He’ll present it in a trademark Seven way. But inwardly, he’s extremely nervous. He might want to wait until they were married to have children, but the idea would take root far before that. It’ll probably be while they’re snuggling with each other in bed one night and he kind of jokes about it, something like “You know that extra room down the hall? It’s kind of spacious, isn’t it? We should turn it into a nursery. We can get all kinds of stuffed animals and throw them in there… And toys too. I can even build toys! You think our kid would like that?… I think we should have some kids… what do you say we get started now?”

V: He brings it up casually, so that he gets his intent across but also, making certain he doesn’t push it onto her. He’ll just mention how the idea of having a family sounds nice, and will ask her what she thinks about it, mostly wanting to hear what she has to say before he tries to convince her

“You said you loved me”-Jack Gilinsky

You and Jack met at a Christmas party in high school a couple years back. You two hit it off by talking about your dreams and goals. He also won you over with that boyish charm and fuckboy smile. He swept you off your feet and you two fell in love, or what you thought was love.

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You two went on throughout high school going to more parties, smoking weed, having sex, and taking about your future. Jack wanted to do something with media and singing. You wanted to be a writer and photographer. Although your dream wasn’t coming true yet, Jack’s was. Him and Johnson were booming with success, while you were stuck in little Omaha doing little jobs here and there. Graduation day rolled around. You and Jack took many pictures smiling and posing with your diplomas. That night Jack took you on a very special date. He chose a little secluded restaurant in town. When you sat down and ordered, Jack took your hand and put a simple diamond ring on it. He gave you a speech about how he’s going away for a little while, but he’ll be back soon. That he would never forget you and come back to you. That you should go with him and live in California together. That with this promise ring, he’d never stop loving you. But then you learned that was all bullshit.

A few months after graduation, Jack and Jack moved to California to get more jobs and singing opportunities. Jack made sure to keep in touch and call you everyday. Though month after month, the calls dissipated. You missed the sound of his voice, so you decided to surprise him with a visit. You were trying to scrape enough money together to buy a plane ticket. So you had to get two more shifts just to get enough money. 

“Hey this is G, Leave me a message and I’ll get back to you”,Jack voicemail said. “Hey Jack, I know your probably busy with everything, but I just missed your voice. How’s everything in Cali? Nothing is really happening in boring old Omaha. J-just call me back later, I miss you Jack. I lo-”,you said before the voicemail beeped. You locked up and made your way home. It was around 2A.M. and you finally made your home. You scrolled through twitter noticing tons of people were sending you photos of Jack and a fan.

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Many people were saying that Jack and his girl were getting fairly close, but you trusted Jack. You counted your tips and noticed you had enough money to buy a flight to California. You bought your ticket and packed your bag. You went to sleep with a smile on your face, knowing you’ll see Jack tomorrow.

The next day you got ready and headed toward the airport. You finally arrived in California, and you called Johnson. “Hey Johnson, where are you”,you said walking out of LAX. “Cali, you know that. What’s up how’s Omaha”,he said laughing. “I wouldn’t know, I’m not there anymore”,you said smiling. “Wh-Where are you then”,he said. “California! I wanted to surprise Jack at his last show”,you said. “Really, oh um where are you, I’ll come pick you up”,he said. He sounded kinda worried. “Okay, I’ll be here. Bye Johnson”,you said. 

Johnson picked you up and took you to his apartment. “You can stay here tonight”,he said. “Oh, I was gonna stay with Jack. Y’all share a apartment still right?”,you asked. “No, he got his own place”,he said. “If you don’t mind, I might go stay with him”,you said. “Although you are my second favorite guy”,you said hugging him. He hugged back, a little tighter than normal. “Let’s just go to the venue”,he said. 

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We pulled up to the venue, and you saw hundreds of girls lined up in front of the doors. “OMG its (y/n), she here!”,a couple of them cried. “OTP OTP”,more shouted. “Does she know about Madison”,another yelled. “How do you feel about Ratison playing leap frog with all the guys”,another shouted. You looked at Johnson who gave you a sad look. You were confused and also shocked at what they said.”Johnson, who’s madison?”,you asked. “She’s um”,he stuttered. “Let’s go see Jack”,he said smiling. You followed Johnson into the rehearsal room and you heard Jack warming up. “So what do we do now, everything we built we broke it”,he sang. You were mesmerized by his voice. You stood in the hall just listening to the voice who’s dreams had come true. Who left you to fulfill his happiness. Hearing him sing made you happy and feel like everything you two sacrificed wasn’t a mistake. You looked down and saw your promise still on, you smiled and finally made your way inside the room. “(y/n)?”,you heard Jack say. “Jack”,you breathed out and ran to him.

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“(Y/n)? Hi, how’d you get here”,he said holding you tight. “Doesn’t matter, I’m here”,you said kissing him. “Jack, how about we go to lemonade for din”,someone said coming into the room. You turned around and let go of Jack. You saw a brunette girl standing there in nothing but Jack’s shirt. You looked back at Jack then to the girl again. “Who are you?”,she asked. You noticed it was the girl from twitter everyone was warning you about. “This is (y/n), my friend”,Jack said. You looked at him with confused eyes. “Well I’m madison, his girlfriend”,she said attaching herself to his side. “Oh, wow. How long have you two been together”,you said cocking your head to the side. “Well for about 3 months”,she said. “Well congratulations and honey maybe you should put on some pants before you catch another STD”,you said throwing her pants at her. You stormed out of the room and walked outside. You sank to your knees and heard fans yelling at you. “(y/n), I really wanted to tell you”,johnson said. You looked up from your knees. “Then why didn’t you! We are best friends Jack!”,you said. “I know, but I couldn’t have broke you like that”,he said helping you off the ground. Fans were now screaming at you two and trying to get to the back now. “Will you just take me back to your apartment so I can leave?”,you asked. “Yea, let me go get my keys”,he said kissing your forehead. “(y/n) we love you!”,fans screamed. You smiled and waved at them. You blew kisses and pretended nothing happened. “(Y/n), hey look let me explain”,Jack said appearing out of the venue. “No, no I don’t wanna talk. I wanna go home”,you said not looking at him. The fan kept screaming and you and Jack. “Please, you know I love you”,he said. You turned around with tears streaming down your eyes. “What, what could possibly say Jack? That you love me, because that’s bullshit. I didn’t want to believe everything I read on twitter or any social media, but its all true”,you said yelling at him. “Hey, hey c’mon. She’s nothing, you my eveything”,he said trying to hold you. “No, no don’t touch me, Don’t touch me”,you said hitting his arms. “You said you loved me Jack, you promised me you’d always love me and come back for me. So here take this ring, and give it to your illegal slut”,you said handing him the ring back. Johnson then came outside with the keys and saw the tears and hurt from us both. “Ready”,Johnson said giving you a soft smile. You nodded and walked to the car. “Get out of the car, get out of the car”,Jack said beating on the window. “C’mon I love you, I love you. I wanna be together”,he said yelling at you through the window. “Drive Johnson”,you said wiping your tears.

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