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Mile High Club - Tom Holland x Reader imagine

Title: Mile High Club
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: legit just pure sin on my part, i’m dragging you all to hell with me
Word Count: 1.6k
WARNING: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT SMUTTY SMUT SMUT and a bit of swearing (i’m from england, it’s what i do)
A/N: so i saw the recent pics of tom in grey sweats, as well as this old video of tom at the airport and jesus, that boy deadass knows what he’s doing to all of us so, this happened. huge creds to @boyfriendtom for helping me out on this one, i love u my angel!! also, please do watch the video because the way he whips that belt off fcks me up big time. anyways, i hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think here!!

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word count: 2,143

genre: ohohoho it’s more nsfw filth.

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larry becoming grandparents

“Dad?” The young boy asked hesitantly, his hand rubbing nervously at the back of his neck from where he stood at the living room door, leaning against the door frame.

“You know, after sixteen years, I still don’t know which one of us you’re referring to when you say that.” Louis spoke first, sprawled out across Harry’s lap on the sofa. Harry folded up his newspaper, softly hitting Louis with it before placing it onto the coffee table in front of him.

“Ignore him. What’s up buttercup?”

Looking at the floor to avoid the two burning gazes, the boy stepped forward, taking a seat on the recliner opposite his two fathers.

“Well um,” he played nervously with his fingers. “You see the term father could apply to both of you…but it could also apply to me too, as of today.”

Louis looked up, lifting himself off of his resting position on top of Harry. “What? What does that mean?”

“Oh god,” Harry murmured in shock. He had understood. He lifted his hand to his mouth. “Son. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?

The two boy’s soon nodded in anticipation, his face somewhat heated. “What? Can someone please tell me what’s going on-”

“Louis. We’re going to be grandfathers.”

Louis’ jaw dropped as he stood up, placing both hands on his head, shaking it in disbelief. Harry merely sat stationary on the sofa, chewing his nails, suppressing a smile by biting his rose pink lip. Lou paced back and forth in front of the curtain as their child sat with his head in his hands.

“How has this happened? You’re so young, you’re only a child yourself! How has this happened?”

“I’m really sorry, Dad,”

“No, no this is our fault! Don’t you see Harry, we are to blame! It’s us!”

“Lou,” Harry stood to reassure his slightly overemotional husband, unable to hide his smirk any longer at the situation.

“Don’t Lou me!” He smacked his hand away, staring at him. “Why aren’t you taking this more seriously? We’ve failed him, Harry! How, in sixteen years, did we not even manage to teach our own son how to avoid a pregnancy?”

“Well, in all fairness…we’ve never really had that problem.”

A giggle came from the other side of the room, and Harry watched his smile be reflected.

“What, you think this is a joke? You’re about to be a Dad! Oh god the responsibilities! Why couldn’t you just pick a boyfriend instead, huh? You had to be complicated!”

“Rule number one of life son,” Harry patted his son on the back softly, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Always wrap it up.”

Louis shook his head as both the boys smiled. “You two are unbelievable, you know that?”

Harry strolled back over to where his highly stressed boyfriend stood, taking his hands from the side of his head and kissing his knuckles softly. “Lou. It’s alright.”

With an exasperated but somewhat significantly calmer tone, Louis responded, his accent incredibly thick; “How on earth is it alright?”

Harry turned to his son. “Well. Do you like her?”

He nodded. 

“Does she make you happy?”

He nodded once again.

“Are you both pretty happy accepting what you’ve done and dealing with the consequences?”

Another nod. Harry turned to his husband once again. 

“I don’t see an issue, babe. Love is love regardless of age and we should celebrate it. We were young when we met, remember.” He pulled on Louis’ arm as he melted into him, his face softening. “We’ll take care of it, yeah? It’s all alright.”

Louis sighed as he rested his head on his hubby’s shoulder. “You better use that same charm on the poor girl’s parents.”

“I will do, babe.”

“You’re still not off the hook you, you know that!” Louis pointed at their child, his face still buried into Harry’s neck. Harry looked up at him.

“You are,” he mouthed. “It’s fine.”

sageoftheages replied to your post “sageoftheages replied to your post “something i can generally…”

Uh, after chapter 49, there is almost nothing but angst and lack of any screen time for either of them that doesn’t involve combat (distracting) or passed out. The closest tender moment we got is her pealing apples for Sasuke. After that, Sasuke leaves we finally get some tenderness from Sasuke and the rest of the series has her crying. By the way, originally Inner Sakura showed Sakura’s real thoughts and personality when she lacked more confidence. So go ahead.

So then I was correct, you can’t show me even just one instance of Sakura giving a “fangirlish squeal” or even behaving like a fangirl in general towards Sasuke after chapter 49. So then why did you say that almost all of her interactions with Sasuke are either fangirlish squeals or anguish? Please don’t make things up.

Secondly, what you’re saying isn’t even true anyway.

  • Their interactions during the Invasion of the sand, where Sakura protected Sasuke with her life, and he described her as dear to him, contained no fangirlish squeals, angst, combat or passing out.
  • Their hug in the hospital contained no fangirlish squeals, angst, combat or passing out.
  • Sakura’s confession in 181 contained no fangirlish squeals, angst, combat or passing out.
  • Sakura saving Sasuke from the other dimension contained no fangirlish squeals, angst, combat or passing out.
  • Sasuke giving Sakura the forehead poke contained no fangirlish squeals, angst, combat or passing out.

Would you also like for me to show you all the different ways in which the novels, Gaiden and the movie prove your comment to be utterly wrong as well? Because believe me I could do this all day.

Lastly, I’ll show you the severe error of using Inner Sakura to justify any of your misguided claims, just as I said I would.

Yes, Inner Sakura did show Sakura’s real thoughts at the time, and the reason that this side to herself gradually disappeared is because Sakura no longer needed to say all those things internally. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and and doesn’t hide her true personality from anyone, especially not to Sasuke.

So bearing this in mind, why on earth are you bringing up Inner Sakura to justify your claims about how Sakura apparently suppresses her personality around Sasuke, when Inner Sakura’s very absence is an indication that Sakura doesn’t suppress her personality for anyone? Honestly, it baffles the mind.

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You had been bedridden for much too long. Even if it tore the stitches and compounded your agony to the point of tears, you could not stay another day beneath the coverlet. Balin sat upon a stool to the side of the bed on his daily visit and you grunted as you pulled yourself up to a sitting position. Sweat formed across your brow from the excess but you merely brushed aside the ache of bone and flesh.

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Running from the Past: Chapter 3

Summary: Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escapes without being seen when the Avengers attack the Hydra compound she’s been kept in for the last 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings (like a chameleon/cuttlefish/octopus) and change her appearance in minor ways (such as hair, skin, and eye color), though the changes are only temporary. She’s been caught by the Avengers and is left alone with the Winter Soldier and the Scarlet Witch. She’s knows they’re keeping secrets from her. It’s time to find out what those secrets are.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (Platonic), Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 2,615

Warnings: language (swearing), violence/fighting, traumatic past, slow burn, angst, some fluff

A/N: Oh god I feel so bad for being mean to Wanda. I lover her so much. It’ll get better between them, I promise. Also, things I never thought I’d be doing: Looking up 40′s slang at midnight. Cookie is apparently a term referring to a cute girl.

Translations: кукла - doll

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“So, where d’you want to start?” Bucky asked, pulling up two chairs for himself and Wanda.

“No,” you said before they had a chance to take their seats.

“No?” Wanda asked, raising her eyebrow quizzically at you. Bucky looked at you questioningly.

“Not you,” you said obstinately, glaring at Wanda. She turned to look at Bucky who shrugged at her, looking just as confused as she did. “I don’t want you here,” you said, putting venom behind your words. You walked up to the glass and stared her down. “I don’t trust someone who would go to Hydra willingly,” you said, nearly spitting with rage. Her face remained impassive, but she looked at Bucky who seemed to deliberate for a moment. Ever so slightly, he nodded his head towards the door, and that was all the cue Wanda needed. She walked towards the exit, but stopped before just leaving

“You don’t know anything about me, (Y/N). You know not of what you speak,” she said sadly before leaving.

And then there were two.

You turned your attention back to the Winter Soldier who you found studying you closely with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

“I don’t trust you, either. Maybe even less than I trust her,” you said, sitting back on your bed and staring down the Soldier. “At least her mind is her own.”

“I’m not like that anymore,” he said quietly, voice tinged with something close to shame.

“How can you be so sure?” you asked incredulously.

He took a deep breath and sighed before speaking. “I suppose I can’t be.”

You sneered at him and were about to speak, but he cut you off.

“Either you trust me to answer your questions or you don’t,” he said. He shifted his sitting position and you noticed the bandages on his thigh.

“You’re up and walking pretty soon after taking a bullet to the leg,” you said, nodding to his bandages.

“Didn’t think you cared,” he said, eyes turning cold and distant.

Something in your chest twisted uncomfortably.

“I…” your words die on your lips, the thought lost somewhere between your brain and your tongue.

He didn’t seem to hear you. “You had questions?” he asked, reclining in his chair.

“Why am I being held captive here?” you said, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Hydra is after you,” he stated simply. You scoffed.

“Please. I can hide from Hydra. The only reason any of you found me was because of that stupid case,” you said angrily. “You’re O for one on the whole ‘telling the truth’ thing so far, Soldat,” You hissed the last word.

“Don’t call me that,” he spat. “I’m not the Asset. I haven’t been for a long time now,” he said leaning forward, tensing up.

“Then start telling the truth,” you said, glaring at him. His anger fueled yours.

He let out a long breath. “Fine, Doll,” he said resignedly. There it was again. The feeling you couldn’t quite place in your chest. It happened whenever he called you that. It scared you.

“Don’t call me that,” you breathed. He looked up at you, eyebrows knitted in confusion. He studied your face carefully and you coached it back into passivity. “I won’t call you Soldat if you don’t call me Doll. Deal?” you said, glaring at him.

He continued to study your face for a moment before nodding. “Deal… кукла,” he said as he grinned mischievously at you from under his long lashes.

You glared daggers at him as the feeling in your chest returned stronger than ever. “I hate you, Soldier.”

He just smirked back at you. “The real reason we’re keeping you here? Well… I suppose you’d have to answer a question for me first,” he said, eyeing you closely as though he already knew you wouldn’t like what he just said.

It just pissed you off more. “That wasn’t part of the deal,” you said as you brought your feet up onto the bed and crossed your legs in front of you.

“It’s easier to figure out what I need to tell you if I know what needs to be filled in first, sweetheart,” he said, barely holding back the exasperation in his tone.

It was your turn to study his face closely. “Fine, ask,” you say and planted your elbows on your knees and rested your head on your interwoven fingers.

“What’s your oldest memory?” He asked quietly.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant,” you said, standing suddenly to glare at him.

“I promise it is, Cookie,” he said evenly.

You flipped him off at the use of the term of endearment. He just snorted and waited for you to decide if you’d speak or not. You stared evenly at him. They had no way of knowing you’d been a Hydra prisoner, but between your outburst at Wanda earlier, the snippets of their conversations you overheard, and the way they were treating you, you had a feeling they knew. You began pacing as you spoke, his eyes following you around the room.

“As far as I know, my oldest memory is waking up in a Hydra facility around six years ago,” you said and fought back a shudder at the thought of your horrid times in the prison. “But it’s hard to tell time in that place. It could have been longer. It could have been shorter,” you looked down at your lap and did your best to suppress the memories.

“I was afraid of that,” he said, running a hand over his face, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. You stopped pacing and stared at him, waiting. “We’re keeping you here in the hopes that you’ll let us help you bring your memories back. Similar to how I got back mine. There’s no guarantee it’ll work, but we’re all willing to try if you are.”

You searched his face for any trace of deceit, but saw none. “Why go so far for me?” you ask, eyeing him suspiciously.

He chuckled. “Well, now, that is a difficult question. I suppose I’ll answer it with a truth you’ll actually believe: You deserve to know about your past if you want to.”

“Delicate phrasing there, Soldier,” you said as you narrowed your eyes at him.

He snorted. “We’re not going to hurt you. We only want to help you, if you want it. I can’t tell you everything… not until you get your memories back. You wouldn’t believe me if I tri-”

“Try me,” you said, cutting him off. It didn’t escape his notice that the last time you’d said that, he’d wound up with a bullet in his leg shortly after.

He studied you closely- silently- for a minute that stretched into a small eternity before speaking.

“I knew you. Before your last known memory. You were an agent of Hydra before you were their guinea pig.” Seeing the horrified look on your face, he raised a hand to stem the flow of the would-be torrent of questions and comments. “No, you weren’t there by choice. You had been brainwashed, just like me.  You were trained to be a spy for them. You specialized in infiltration and information gathering. You were sent on many high-profile cases. Your gifts were powerful even before their… experiments. They paired us together often- you would infiltrate and gather information on my target- make my path to them easier, and I would assassinate them.” His face twisted in regret so strong it looked painful. “You’d get out easily by just changing your appearance. It worked well… Hydra kept us together as a team for that very reason for years.” He finished, regret for his actions clear in his voice.

You fell back down onto your bed in an unsightly heap, world crashing down around you. You’d been a prisoner of Hydra for even longer than you’d known- if not in body, then in mind. You wanted to yell at him and tell him it wasn’t true, but you couldn’t do it. A pressure was building at the base of your skull. It got worse with everything he said. A nagging voice in the back of your mind told you he wasn’t lying. It explained so much about being a P.I. the last year and a half. Why you picked it up so quickly and were so damn good at it. It was second nature to you- it was subconscious. A ringing filled your ears. The pressure in your head was almost unbearable. You barely registered Bucky getting up out of his chair and asking if you were alright.

“Why did I become an experiment?” you barely registered the words as they left your mouth. All at once the ringing stopped and the pressure in your skull left as though it was never there. To your dismay you realized you’d been crying. You swiped the tears away quickly with the sleeve of your long white shirt.

“What?” Bucky asked, looking at you in dismay. He eyed the door to your room and you could tell he was thinking of opening it so he could enter. Something inside you wanted him to. You hoped he didn’t. You didn’t know what that part of you would do if he did.

You stared at your hands. “Why did they start experimenting on me, Bucky?” you asked as you lookup up and into his eyes as you said his name. You swore he stopped breathing when your name left his lips. His metal hand clenched into a fist at his side.

“I don’t know,” he said, his breathing uneven.

He’s lying You thought to yourself as you looked back down into your lap.

But you nodded anyway.

“That explains why you know my name,” you said, sighing.

He nodded again, grateful for the change in subject.

“Everyone else. They know? Is that why The Falcon called me Cuttlefish?” you said, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah,” he said. You glanced back up at him. He had schooled his expression back into a calm demeanor, but you could tell he was still tightly wound under his calm facade.

“You told them.” It wasn’t a question.


“Why?” you asked, not understanding.

He shuffled his feet subconsciously. “Two reasons. One, I know what you’re capable of. I didn’t want my friends to be caught unawares. You weren’t trained for combat like I was, but you’re still deadly. Especially in close quarters. The second reason… I wanted them to understand why I want to help you,” He said, looking at you, his eyes pleading for you to understand.

You sit in silence for a while, mulling over everything he said. “Do you have any proof? That you knew me?” You asked, side-eyeing him from your bed.

“None. You’re a ghost. Even I don’t know the name you used before Hydra abducted you, and your appearance changed enough that suspicion was never thrown your way. Unlike me, your tracks throughout the events of recent history are well covered. Hydra burned your files when we took the base you were being held at- the paranoid bastards didn’t keep digital files.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I thought I was too late to save anyone,” he said so quietly you almost didn’t hear.

“I know. I heard you say that to the Captain that day,” you said, staring at him. 

He looked at you in surprise. “You were there? I saw your name on the door, but… the cell was empty and half torn up by gunfire,” he said, confusion lining his features.

“I was camouflaged,” you said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Camouflaged?” he asked, taking a step towards the glass. “What do you mean?”

“You mean I couldn’t do it when I was working with you?” you asked, head tilting slightly as you stared at him in confusion. “Your story is sounding more fishy by the second, Soldier.”

“Show me,” he said. He sounded grim.

“No,” you said with a snort. 

“Come on, sweetheart. I just wanna know if I’ve ever seen you do it before,” he said in the most persuasive voice he could muster.

You leveled your steely gaze at him, refusing to budge.

“C’mon I’ve seen you change your appearance countless times. This isn’t a huge deal,” he said, leaning a shoulder against the glass and gave you what you assumed he thought was a winning smile.

You groaned inwardly. He would keep this up until you did it, wouldn’t he? Yes, he would, as evidenced by the continuous stream of “please’s” and “C’mon’s” and even an “I’m just curious” thrown in for good measure and “sweetheart’s” sprinkled on top. You focused your power. This would be easy- the entire room, from ceiling to floor, was a sterile white. Your skin, eyes, and hair prickled as you turned as white as the sheet your were on top of. You turned back to your usual coloring half a second later. If he had blinked he would have missed it. You looked up at him, and you knew he hadn’t.

His eyes were almost comically wide, and his mouth was slightly open. He had stopped in mid sentence.

“Yeah, no. That’s new,” he said after what felt like an eternity. “I can see how we missed you at the base… why did you hide?”

You merely snorted in response.

“Right, yeah. The Winter Soldier showed up. But you didn’t show yourself even when Steve showed up? Why?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I heard things while I was being held there. I knew SHIELD had been infiltrated by Hydra. Captain America showing up with the Winter Soldier confirmed any suspicions I had at the time,” you said, thinking back to that day. It was the day you almost died, but also the day you miraculously got your freedom back.

“But… I saved you. You never asked yourself who killed those guards shooting up your cell?” He asked quietly. That gave you pause. No, you’d never questioned who’d shot them. You just knew that they and the horrible doctor who conducted vile experiments on you were dead.

“That was you?” you asked, eyeing him cautiously.

He held your gaze and gave you a single, tight nod.

“… Thank you,” you say, giving him a tiny, genuine smile.

His face lit up in a way you couldn’t comprehend and the light you saw leave earlier came back full force. “Any time, sweetheart,” he said, cracking a cautious but equally genuine smile.

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“Will you let me- us help you?” he said, looking at you hopefully.

You thought about it hard for a moment. “Yes,” you said quietly. His grin turned into a full-blown smile. It was dazzling. You looked away quickly but still felt heat creep up your neck.

“You won’t regret this,” he said, taking a step back from the glass.

You looked over at him. He was still smiling warmly, albeit not as widely as before.

“I’m still stuck in this room though, aren’t I?” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

He had the decency to look sheepish and scratched the back of his head and neck guiltily. “Oh yeah, 100%,” he said, holding back a laugh at your venomous glare.

“Can I at least get a book or something?” you said, gesturing to your tiny, barren room. “And maybe an extra blanket?” you added on as an afterthought.

“Sure thing, Dollface,” he said, grinning wickedly at you. You opened your mouth to protest, but he beat you to it. “Hey, technically, it’s not ‘Doll.’ Or would you prefer кукла?” He asked, watching you closely for your reaction.

It took everything you had to keep your face impassive. The pressure in the base of your skull returned when he used the nickname, and you gritted your teeth.

“Dollface is fine. Just go get my shit, please,” you say, your tone giving away your internal struggle.

He nodded, grinning deviously. “If you have any questions or need anything, ask FRIDAY. If you need me or the team for whatever reason, just tell her and she’ll let us know,” he said, sparing you one last glance over his shoulder before he walked out the doors of the observation room.

Chapter 4

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Mine (requested)

The entire pack had been on high alert for the past week or so, seeing as word that Deucalion and some of his pack were back in town. There were frequent pack meetings that took place in Derek’s loft, where strategies and possibilities of attacks were discussed and planned out. You would always stay behind after everyone left and spend the night with Derek. It was nothing too serious, of course. You weren’t going to get too emotionally invested with your alpha, because that could only cause trouble in the future. Derek knew that too, so the two of you kept it simple, casual. Friends with benefits seemed to be an appropriate term for your situation.

At some point in time, the two packs had agreed to meet on neutral ground and carry on a civil conversation. Derek had no idea what there was to talk about, as they had settled their differences long ago, or at least agreed to ignore them. Agreeing to disagree was a favorable tactic in Derek’s book, so naturally, this idea of a meetup made him extremely nervous. Today was the day it would happen, and you and the rest of the pack waited in a large clearing, putting on a front of ease. However, each one of you were ready to defend yourselves at any time. Eventually, you saw Deucalion and three members of his pack sauntering casually towards you, and you shifted from one foot to the other in anticipation.

“Hello, boys,” Deucalion greeted, as if he were running into old friends at a bar. “And girl,” his eyes fell onto you, and you had to suppress the shiver that wanted to run down your spine. There was something about the way he looked at you, like you were a plate of steak he was ready to devour.

“Deucalion,” Derek greeted, his voice somewhat cold.

“Nice to see you all again.” Deucalion raised his arms to his sides in a large sweeping gesture.

Derek rolled his eyes, completely over his theatric ways. “Get on with it, whatever you want, just tell us. We don’t have all day.”

Deucalion sighed, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Well then, I won’t beat around the bush any longer if that’s what you wish.” He took another step forward, pausing as he once again directed his gaze towards you. You took an involuntary step backwards. “What I want… is her.”

You stood frozen in disbelief, not understanding what was happening. The pack had mixed reactions, including growling, shifting into protective stances, and immediately saying no. Derek scowled at him. “What the hell are you talking about, you want her?”

Deucalion chuckled softly, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue under his breath. “Now, now, no need to get so defensive.” He meandered forward, heading for you. You stayed still, not knowing how to react. You couldn’t read him. “Let me explain.”

He reached out and surprisingly softly pushed away some of your hair from your neck, exposing the skin. “You see, I’ve had my eye on you since I first met you.” You swallowed hard, your eyes following his hand’s movement as it lingered by your neck. “Because I couldn’t help but notice… just how beautiful you were, how graceful and protective you were over your pack. Such dedication and loyalty should be rewarded.”

He walked in a slow circle around you, letting his fingers brush across your neck and through your hair. You uncontrollably shivered, a cold shock travelling down your entire body at his touch.

“And I think that you’d make an excellent addition to not only my pack,” Deucalion continued, moving extremely close to you. “But that you would look excellent by my side, at all times.”

Your breathing hitched at his proximity, and you took a steadying breath. You still weren’t understand exactly what he wanted, but you had a feeling he’d explain whether you wanted to hear it or not. The rest of the pack watched in amazement and confused anxiety, ready to spring at any sign of danger.

“As in,” Deucalion paused, allowing his lips to brush across your earlobe. A small gasp left your lips, and your eyes squeezed shut. “I want you to be mine. Mine and mine alone.”

Your mouth fell open in shock at what he had said, and you watched him walk back to his pack members cockily. He turned back around and flashed an innocent smile. “I’ll give you three days to decide. I’ll come back for your answer. Choose wisely.”

With that, he turned away and made his way back across the clearing, disappearing into the trees at the edge. You continued to stand there in disbelief, still trying to process everything that had just happened. Derek moved to stand in front of you, searching your eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You nodded, feeling dazed. “I’m okay…”

But the only thing you could think about was your answer, what you were going to say when he came back.

Slept in last nights clothes (Luke hemmings)

Request: Can you do one where Luke has a girl friend that’s cheats on him and you comfort him?
{A/N} There’s smut and I’m going to hell for writing it

Word count: 2053

If there was one thing you knew well, it would be a sleepless night. If you weren’t tossing and turning one night then you’d been calling the pharmacy to see how much melatonin was too much melatonin; you suffered from insomnia.
So it was 3 o'clock in the morning and while everyone else was sleeping, you were eating a bowl of captain crunch wrapped in a snuggie as you watched Parks and Recreation.
You had gotten at least half way through your episode when your phone began to light up and play your ring tone from the room so you got up, shuffling your feet across the cold kitchen tile; reacting negatively as you began shivering.

You picked up your phone and squinted your eyes so you could see who was calling.

“Luke” it read in big bold letters, you gave a loud yawn before answering.

“Hello?” You asked groggily, sleep lacing your voice like a red silk ribbon through a corset.

“(Y/N)?” He asked. “You sound sleepy. I didn’t wake you did I?”
You let out another loud yawn before replying.

“No. I was just eating some cereal.” You spoke honestly. If you had actually been one hundred percent woke you wouldn’t have been this calm. Throughout the years you had known Luke you discovered that you had a crush on him, but, he had a girlfriend so there was nothing you could do.
“What are you doing woke this hour?” You asked him, and he let out a low raspy laugh.
“Well to make a long story short, I found out that Mary was cheating on me. Well not really, she was sexting some guy but still.”
It was in that moment, that you woke up enough to notice the sadness dripping from his voice, and you felt bad for not realizing it before.
“Oh Luke, I’m so sorry.” You said with kindness. You had honestly never liked the bitch, and no, it wasn’t because you liked Luke.
“Eh, I don’t think we really had feelings for each other. It was more just to pass the time… I did love her but. I also liked someone else.”
He spoke, and you were surprised. “Hey I know it’s late but, can I come over? I don’t really wanna stay with her and I seriously don’t wanna bother any of the guys this late.”

“Sure.” You yawned. “But if I’m asleep don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You joked, and he laughed through the other line.
“Okay. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” He spoke before the line died.

It couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes before you heard a knock on your door.
“Just a second.” You called out as you peeled yourself from the small love seat that sat in your living room.
You went to the door and checked through the peep hole before swinging it open to be faced with Luke. He looked just as tired as you felt.
“Hi.” He spoke, obviously trying to sound happy.
“Hey there.” You hummed back.
You signaled for him to come in and as you shut the door behind him.
“Take your dirty shoes off.” You spoke. Gaining another laugh from him.
“Yes ma'am.” He replied sarcastically.
“Might I add that your attire for this evening is simply beautiful?”
You looked down at your outfit slowly.
You were wearing a tight white tank top some shorts and large flannel to cover it; you were knew it was his but it was comfortable.
“I swear I thought I gave this back.” You spoke, obviously lying.

“Yeah?” He challenged, taking a step closer to you.
“I think you knew it was here…. Do you know how long I’ve been searching for this?” He asked, and you just smirked.
“Hmmm, a day maybe?” You replied, and he laughed at you.
“Your the worse liar I know.” He spoke as you fell back and plopped down onto the couch; he then followed your actions.
“Is this parks and rec?” He asked as you laid your head on his shoulder.
“Yeah. I fucking love this show.” You spoke.

He just nodded as he watched the screen intently, but you knew something was still eating him up, so you lifted your head off his shoulder and paused the show.
“Okay. What’s wrong Luke? Your never this quite.” You asked, and the smile that you had seen on him earlier was gone.
“I’m fine.” He replied nonchalantly, But that’s not what you wanted to hear.
“Luke. You know you can talk to me.” You edged one and placed a light hand on his wrist.
He looked down at you with caution, like he was about to do something he wasn’t sure about.
“(Y/N). I really want to kiss you.” He spoke randomly and you could have swore you saw his sad eyes being replaced with lust.
But you knew it wasn’t real. You knew he just needed to feel what he his felt with Mary.

“Luke..” You drew out. You knew he didn’t love you, he loved Mary
“You don’t mean that Luke. Your just confused.” You reminded him.
“God (Y/N) you don’t know the half if it. I-I thought I loved Mary, but every time I see you, or we talk on the phone, I can’t help but feel this- this connection. It’s like web that I can’t get out of, no matter how hard I try.. it just leads me back to you.” He spoke, never once taking his eyes off you.
You just sat there. Trying to figure out what to say.
“It’s like Mary and I were two different pieces in the same puzzle we call a world, but we didn’t fit. But (Y/N), I feel the exact opposite when I’m with you. I-I feel like we belong together.”
You had now lost all ability to form words, your mouth wouldn’t allow it.
But without hesitation you pulled his face to yours, crashing your lips to his.

He seemed taken back by the kiss, but in no time your lips were melting together like nothing you’d ever experienced.
He pulled you over top of him so you were stratling his lap.
“God I want you.” He moaned throughout the kiss, and you took that as an opportunity to take control.
You began to rock your hips back and forth onto him, providing a sense of relief for the both of you.
Luke threw his head back, as a low growl escaped through his plump lips.

“Your such a fucking tease.” He spoke as his hand traveled down your back and rested on your bum.
Luke’s moans suddenly heightened to whimpers, and the pleasure he was currently feeling was not not enough.
In need of more friction, Luke began lightly thrusting upwards, causing you to let out a high pitched moan.
You ran your tongue against his and began placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses on his neck, bitting the skin once and a while.
To say that Luke was a mess underneath you wouldn’t be saying enough; he was hysterical.
His normally tossed blonde hair was not matted down onto his face. And for the life of him he couldn’t help but rest his hand on your bum.

You brung your hands down onto his buckle as you neared the bulge forming in his pants, but he grabbed your wrists. Not enough to hurt though, to to stall you.
“You don’t have to do that.” He spoke, looking at you as he panted heavily.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” You smile before pushing him back into the couch.
You removed the belt quickly then undid his pants, dragging his pants down to his ankles to reveal the black Calvin Klein’s.
You had only given one blow job in your entire life and that was with your ex. So you weren’t very ‘experienced’ in the matter.
“Luke.” You spoke softly. “Y-Yes baby.”
He stuttered rapidly.
“I’ve never really given a blow job before…” You admitted shyly. “I still want to give you one, I’m not sure what to do. Can you help me?”
“Mhhh.” He moaned. He lifted his hand and placed it over top of yours, guiding it to cover his length.
“Just. Move your hand up and down.” He spoke, and you nodded.
You did as you were told and placed your small hand over his shaft and began rubbing him through his boxers; watching him intently as you did.
His face was red and his mouth was slightly agape.
“Like this?” You asked
“Yes, oh fuck just like that (Y/N).” He moaned.
You could tell he was feeling pleasure, but you knew his boxers and to come off sooner or later.
“Can I take them off?” You asked. And he nodded wildly.
You slid them down with ease, his shaft springing from them immediately.

You looked down at his length, he was obviously a lot larger than your ex was, and you began to get nervous; Luke noticed that.
“(Y/N) you don’t have to… suck me off if you don’t want to. I know you’ve never done it before.” You smiled at Luke’s kindness, but you still wanted to do it.
Instead of asking Luke for help, you took matters into your own hands.
You got up onto your knees and placed your hand on his bare length and began running your thumb over his swollen red tip.
“Use your spit darling.” He said helpfully.
And you did as he had requested. You spit in your hand, using it as a lubricant.
“Fuck that’s feels so good.” He spoke through a long low moan.
After a few moments of that you had worked up the courage to use your mouth, and began slowly licking a long stripe up the bottom his shaft.
He jolted back a little and bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress any moans.
Without warning you took him in your mouth, sucking what would fit and rubbing the rest.
“Oh my god.” He let out, throwing his head back and he grabbed your hair and pulled it into a makeshift pony tail.

“(Y/N).” He panted. “I’m not-not gonna last much longer.”
You heard him say so you sped up a little. You could feel Luke writhing under you, trying to give himself more pleasure.
In a matter of moments you could feel Luke twitch in your mouth, but you kept going.
You felt Luke pull on your hair to raise you, but you didn’t budge.
“No (Y/N) stop, I don’t wanna co-” His sentence was interrupted by his climax, his head fell back father into the couch and his eyes slammed shut. A string of curse words mixed with your name left his lips and you felt him raise his hips and released in your mouth you didn’t know what to do.
Not even seconds after he immediately pulled your mouth off him, regret in his eyes as he looked at you.
“Did you swallow that?” He asked, and you shook your head.
He pulled his boxers back on and helped you up from the floor.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He spoke, walking you to the bathroom.
Once you got there you spat into the toilet before sitting on the counter.
“I.. Im sorry about that. I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay.” You smiled, and he kissed you.
“I think it’s my turn to repay the favor.” He added, kissing your neck lightly.
You pushed him back a little and shook your head.
“I’m really tired Luke.” You spoke, with a smile.
“Can we pick this back up tomorrow?” You asked. And he nodded.
“Yes. We can.” He laughed.
“Hey.” He asked. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked shyly.
“Eh… I’m more of a 'One time fling’” girl you joked, and he frowned.
“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend Luke.” You laughed, hugging him tightly.
“Oh thank god.” He spoke. “Come on let get you to bed.

Title: Back to Biology (reader x Peter)

Summary: “Just shut up and kiss me” was the prompt! :) 

Word Count: 1170

Warnings: typical teenage awkwardness

A/N: GUYS I LOVE THIS. I related to this level of awkward. I am a special snowflake. I’m so sorry it took so long!! Enjoy!


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Secret Santa

Originally posted by 5sos-place

absolutefandom-trash said:

Hey could I request a Mikey smut? Like Christmasy or like he has a “present” for you?
sure thing b !


Everyone was being greeted or greeting anyone they ran into. The champagne glasses were being passed around as I talked with Becca, “Are you and Michael doing anything special this year?” She asked. “I don’t know, he told me he had a special present for me.” I mentioned. “Exciting.” Becca rolled her eyes. We were interrupted with Michael and Calum.

“Hi baby.” Michael kissed my cheek. “Hi my cute boy.” I smiled at him. “Hey, why don’t I get anything special like that!” Calum pouted. “I’m sorry, do you want a kiss too?” I laughed. “Actually..” Calum started. “Yeah no, she’s mine mate.” Michael pulled me back. “Anyway, you excited for Christmas?” Becca asked, already knowing the obvious answer.

Michael smirked, “Yeah, I have the best gift right here.” Calum and Becca shook their heads, “you and your sex drives, Clifford.” “I agree with Calum, I’m not a toy.” I defended. “Anyway, let’s go get something to eat?” Becca offered.


The party ended, and Michael was rushing me to get home. “I can’t wait to give you your gift when we get home.” Michael growled in my ear. “What is it?” I pushed. “You know I can’t tell you, or else it wouldn’t be a surprise princess.” Michael said. “Okay, give me five minutes to help Becca, and then we can go.” I tugged on his tie. “Ugh, baby girl you know I hate waiting.” He groaned. “C’mon, for me, daddy.” I kissed him. “Fine, five minutes.” Michael conceded.

Those five minutes flew by, and Michael practically dragged me out of Becca’s house. “God I can’t wait for you to put on what I have at home.” Michael smirked. The drive to Michael’s was very short due to the fact that he took every short cut there was. “Upstairs and wait on the bed. I’ll come up with your special gift.” He smirked before kissing me.

I rushed upstairs throwing off my clothes all over the apartment. I made my way up to his room and sat on the edge of the bed. He came in with a black box with a white ribbon tied around it. “Open it.” Michael said handing me the box. I took the box, untied the ribbon and slid the box open. My eyes were met with a solid red lingerie set.

“Go put it on, I’ll be here waiting kitten.” Michael patted my bum towards the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and set the box on my makeup vanity and rid the old set that I’ve had for a while now. The delicate fabric left my skin smooth as it slid up my body. Once I finished setting up for Michael, I ran my hands through my hair roughing it up before walking out.

Michael bit his lip looking me up and down, “Fuck I knew you would look good in it.” He moaned. I strattled his lap, kissing his neck while my fingers ran down his torso. His hands unclipped the red bra, and let it drag off my shoulders. “God you’re so beautiful, I’m so lucky, fuck.” Michael mumbled kissing my collar bones. I snaked my hands up his shirt, feeling his torso before peeling the material off his body.

He started unbuckling his jeans before my hands took over to pull them down. He stood up, pushing his boxers down as he was back at my eye level. His hand grabbed the back of my head, forcing eye contact as he licked his lips.“You’re gonna take those pretty red lips of yours and show me how good you can put them to use.” He demanded before pushing me down to my knees.

I forced most of him in my mouth, grabbing what I couldn’t fit with my hands. He grabbed my head again, shoving himself further into my mouth, causing me to gag. I looked up to see him biting him lip as he guided my head at the pace he wanted. I swirled my tongue around him as I felt his cock throb. He grabbed my shoulders as a string of moans left his mouth as he reached his high, filling my throat with his cum.

He pulled out of my mouth, the rest of the cum left dripping on my chest. I stared at him lustfully, not sure what he would do next. My hands were pulled above my head, being held at the wrists by Michael. He used his free hand to rip my panties off before positioning himself at my entrance. “I don’t want you to make a sound, got it, princess?” Michael growled, his finger trailing down my slit again. I bit my lip to suppress a moan, nodding.

With barely any time to brace myself, Michael slammed into me. I hastily breathed out, forcing the moan at the back of my throat to stay there. He barely let me adjust before continuing. Pain quickly turned into pleasure the longer Michael worked me. I bit my tongue as I felt him hit my g-spot, desperately just wanting to let it all out. My eyes focused on Michael’s lust filled gaze as he licked his lips again. His face lowered back down beside my head, his lips dangerously close to my skin.

“How bad to you wanna just scream out right now?” He asked, biting my ear lightly after he did. He had stopped moving, his pulsing cock staying in my pussy. “So bad.” I squeaked out, earning a chuckle from Michael. “Tell me.” He growled, his finger going down and brushing against my clit.

“Fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. I don’t wanna be able to see straight, destroy me Michael.” I breathed out, my filter non existent anymore. He pulled away, looking at me surprised. I stared at him lustfully, my eyes narrow as I bit my lip and that seemed to do it for him.

“Scream for me baby.” He purred, hitting my g-spot again. His name went from being moaned out to being screamed as I felt a familiar, satisfying warmth building up in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck Michael, I’m gonna-” I was cut off as his lips attaching back to mine. I didn’t realize how much I missed the feeling until it was back.

My walls clenched around him, making me pull away from him, screaming as I reached my high. l was brought into euphoria as Michael screamed right after, reaching his high as well. l rode out our highs, moving my hands to his waist as l caught my breath. As my breathing got back to normal, Michael grabbed my face, not getting enough of my lips. It wasn’t rough and erotic but more passionate and light.

“God I love you,” He whispered. “I love you too,” I smiled back.

MikaYuu  Fic Rec                             yuumika

Gutterflower by Yamiga

For Yuu, life was relatively normal, and he liked it that way. He was a skilled soldier in the JIDA force, even for his age. With one of his adoptive parents being the head of the army, and the other being from a far off foreign land, things are always interesting. However, blind by his own happiness Yuu finds himself one day far into the labs of the JIDA force, stumbling upon a vampire experiment that he simply can’t take his eyes off of.
Yuu finds Mika as a vampire experiment by accident, but it doesn’t take him long to fall for him.

Tinged Gray by XxFleetingEmbracexX

Six years have passed since the end of the war. The world, although left in shambles, is slowly beginning to heal its wounds. The newly appointed General, Kureto Hiiragi, has found a way of keeping the remaining vampires alive and under the control of a few select people. They are now kept as slaves, sold and traded off in auctions designed by the military. Yuichirou Hyakuya, now 26, is in charge of overseeing security measures for one such auction when he is reunited with the boy he once thought was dead.

A sick game of power and greed forces him to question his loyalties as he tries to reclaim the bond he once had with Mikaela Hyakuya.

Mikaela and the Duke by 1AlexLaw7

Set in England, 1846, Yuuichiro is now the Duke of the town of Sanguiem due to the deaths of his late parents Shoichiro and Yuko. His uncle, Guren assumed head of the house to carry out the work that Yuu is too young to handle. His friends, Marquess Shinoa, Earl Kimizuki, Viscount Yoichi go out into town disguised as commoners as per their favorite shared activity. One day, Yuu gets separated from his group of friends and he ends up entering an alleyway where he meets Mika in a rather surprising way.

dreams are made of these by Bonnia

They knew this would happen — what it would mean for Mika to drink Yuu’s blood. Yuu had made the choice years ago, because Mika being alive was the only thing that mattered — damn everything else. But in all honesty, he hadn’t actually thought this far ahead.

(Or: Fifteen years later, Mika watches Yuu turn thirty-two.)

Broken Wings by XxFleetingEmbracexX

“They say an angel’s beauty is enough to drive any man to madness. It tangles that man in words of silk, knotting each delicate string with coy looks. Once they can no longer move, It consumes their souls. Leaving behind the empty husk for it to rot away.”

Suppressed Thoughts by bakuratrash

”Don’t forget, Mika. Demons are worse than vampires and in certain situations humans as well, far more efficient at preying on those weak of mind. They can read any emotion, any thought, any possible struggle and conflict deep within you, understand your deepest secrets, the ones too ugly for you to even acknowledge. And they can and will use them against you. Don’t meddle with demons. Don’t approach them.”

And Mikaela wished that he had listened to Krul’s words, he really did.

The Seraph by Anonymous_Dreamer

Yuu works for JIDA as a guard of a test subject for the Seraph of the End. He just didn’t thought he would end up falling for the boy.

Strangers’s Love by ssamandiriel

Shinoa sets Yuuichirou up on a blind date with a person that she insists is very sweet. Yuuichirou has a hard time buying it, but still goes along with Shinoa to the mall to shop for a new outfit for the date. While she’s away, Yuuichirou meets a very handsome stranger and can’t keep his mind off of him for the rest of the day.

Sympathy by Yamiga

AU. Growing up in an elite family, Yuu’s life wasn’t that exciting. Having things planned out for him, he sadly knew what to expect of his life from day one, and this most likely included an arranged marriage. However, one summer when he’s sent to stay with his cousin Guren, and his new fiancé Ferid, things change drastically. When Ferid’s younger brother, Mika, comes up suddenly after being stuck in an abusive family, Yuu agrees to help Ferid get Mika back. It was just supposed to be a favor, but Yuu can’t avoid falling for Mika, despite the fact that Mika is reluctant to trust him or anyone else at that.
Yuu helps Ferid get Mika from their old abusive family, but saving Mika leads to a lot more than Yuu figured.

Cage by PikaGirl260

Hybrids. Descendants of genetically modified humans who had their genes spliced with those belonging to various animals, giving them the qualities of a many different species, some rarer than others. They were supposed to become the superior race. They were meant to conquer the humans.

Instead, they became the hunted.

One such hybrid currently running for his life is Mika, a part-avian, part-lupus, who’s done nothing but fear humankind from the day he was born. However, this fear’s quickly forced to a halt when he’s captured by a hunter named Yuu Hyakuya, a boy with nothing but a single cabin in the middle of nowhere to his name. Unlike the majority of hunters, Yuu isn’t a mindless killer; what he’s a part of is something a little more civil.

Led by Guren Ichinose, Yuu, as well as a few others, are what people like to call tamers. They capture hybrids, teach them the ways of humanity, and then sell them to the highest bidder once their training is complete. For years, Yuu’s been a part of this system, and has never dared to voice the issues he has with these harsh, cruel ways.

Until he realises that he can’t face the idea of ever letting Mika go, no matter the price. Too bad it isn’t up to him.

MikaYuu Week by XxFleetingEmbracexX

My entries for MikayuusWeek hosted on Tumblr.

The Special Place by bakuratrash

The human pulled back just a bit, showing Mikaela a dazzling smile. Yuuichirou’s hands moved to cup the vampire’s face, cradling it in his gentle hold as his thumbs brushed away the silent tears flowing down his cheeks.

“…And stupid, of course you’re my family as well. No one could replace you. You’re… Well, how do I put it…? Mika is Mika. The other guys are like my second family.”

The blond let out a choked sound between a sob and laughter, holding onto the other teen tighter as Yuuichirou blushed lightly at his own words.

His special place was still there.

Find You by Yamiga

For months following the events of the war, Mika has been living in the human city with Yuu. However, living with Yuu doesn’t mean automatic happiness as both discover this soon enough. Things take a terrible turn one night when Mika voices his negative concerns about Yuu’s “family” . Words are exchanged which later result in Mika feeling as if he has no place in Yuu’s life. In turn, he attempts to make things easier for Yuu by running away.
Yuu and Mika get in a fight that results in Mika leaving. Yuu of course, must fix his stupid mistake and get Mika back. Again.

Forty-Two Days by seredemia

Yuuichirou Amane is a vampire hunter—one of the best there is. He swears that he will destroy every single bloodsucker out there, showing no remorse, no mercy, and definitely no guilt when it comes to killing those monsters.

That is, until he meets Mikaela Shindou. Vampire. And a very, very beautiful one at that.

Entice the Eyes by blushinglily

Set in the modern world where no apocalypse took place, the Hyakuya orphanage is a normal establishment (albeit struggling financially), and the Hiiragi family are part of the 1% that makes up Japan’s upper-crust society.

In the midst of a weakening economy and skyrocketing costs of living in a high-end city like Tokyo, nobody wanted to adopt children nowadays or donate to a puny orphanage like theirs. Regardless, Mikaela was willing to do anything to help with the mounting pile of bills and keep his family off the streets…Yuuichirou just didn’t know how far he would go, until now.

a little death by XxFleetingEmbracexX

Yuu’s touch is all that can calm Mika’s hunger, if only briefly.

Pet Sitting by Channery

Yuu takes a job pet sitting…

The Conqueror Of My Body by blushinglily

When they were children, Yuuichirou vowed that he and Mika would kill every vampire in Sanguinem and make it a human paradise. Now, as the war commences between the vampires and humans in the city, Mikaela desperately searches for his best friend. Recalling the boy’s promise from four years ago, this was beyond anything the blond could have ever imagined.

In which a successful coup d'etat results in a demon-possessed Yuu finally taking his revenge against the vampires…with Mika as his sole witness.

Canon!verse / AU, Yuumika / Yuucifer x Mika, one-shot.

stray by XxFleetingEmbracexX

The one where Yuu picks up a stray cat that turns out to be much more than that.

Perfect, Just Like That by ssamandiriel

Amane Yuuichirou is a stock trader with a hobby of adult photography. A new client comes to his studio to get his photos taken for a new magazine spread featuring him, Shindo Mikaela, an up and coming porn star. The photo shoot starts on a high note, but when it gets to the part where Mikaela must undress, Yuuichirou just can’t hold himself back.

Road Trip by Yamiga

Mika’s first road trip with Yuu and his squad turns out better than expected.

Christmas Party by XxFleetingEmbracexX

“I’ve just one final thing to ask, if you don’t mind.” Mikaela said as they got ready to leave. They’d settled on a follow-up meeting with Sanguinem’s PR agents for the following week. Yet, Mikaela had to satisfy at least one of the questions hounding him.

“Why is it that you refused to speak with an agent?” Mikaela directed the question to both of them. He was surprised to see Yuichirou’s face catch a dull red color and Shinoa’s lips stretch into a smirk.

(Early) Presents Under the Tree by Yamiga

Who would’ve guessed their first kiss would have been under the Christmas tree?

Not Letting You Go by StarryJellyfish

Mikaela has been here for as long as he can rememeber. Though try as he must he honestly can’t remember exactly how he got into this tower or when.

Was he abandoned in the tower?

Was he stolen and forced into the tower for random by a witch of sorts or a theif?

Did his parents get into some dangerous business and kept him in here as a form of protection?

He doesn’t know, and, to be frank, he doesn’t want nor care to know. All he actually wants is to leave this place and gain a life of his own.

Marks and Touches by Yamiga

They happen to come every so often, whenever Yuu and Mika are at the heat of their passion. Sometimes the purple marks vanish before they are done, sometimes, they never come. But that night, as Mika is trapped in Yuu’s arms, he realizes that they haven’t quite vanished yet. Needless to say he is quite curious…

You Stole My Heart by Danganphobia

“Just call me Mika.” Mika mumbled, fidgeting and bouncing his legs a little. Just to get all the attention he received, glaring at Yuu who smirked at the snickering girls. Fucking… Criticizing… playboy. Mika grit his teeth. He hated men like that.

“Alright, Mika, moving on.” The whole around the circle thing continues. The guy next to Mika goes. And Mika was counting down the hour until this session was over. He’s got a bone to pick, and he wants to pick it with a certain raven-haired kleptomaniac right here and right now.

In which Mika and Yuu meet at a support group dealing with two very different problems, that includes each other.

Gentle Eyes by KittieAupa 

Mikaela has a nightmare. Yuuichirou comforts him and brings them closer.

Maybe it’s love that makes me human after all by KittieAupa

It’s raining and Yuuichirou can’t sleep.

In Which Mika is a Lost Boy in a Dress by sacheland

Mika really hates this weekend. Not only his Mama is gone for a week, his guardians also forced him to wear dresses. Now, he’s lost and he doesn’t know what to do.
Good thing is, he meets Yuu-chan and his parents.
Maybe that’s the best thing of this weekend.

Guess Hoe’s Coming to Dinner by YuuMika

Mikaela “Goût de Diamants” Hyakuya is an illustrious prostitute whose virginity was bought for half a billion dollars. Yuichiro Amane is living off his uncle’s fortune and never went to college. Meeting each other, Mika sees an opportunity to take a break from his life. Whereas Yuichiro fights to get his family and friends to see the good in him.

Don’t disturb this love of mine by strikedawn

The callused pad drags over Mika’s lip slowly, his humid skin sticking to it, following the movement, and Mika knows he’s lost the battle.

“Touch me.” He begs.

Fanservice by Taliana

Yuu didn’t expect to run into his favourite porn star in the park that day. He most definitely did not expect to be taken back to the cute twink’s apartment for one hell of a wild ride.

Birthday Boy by KittehBoesternchen

(Written for Yuu’s birthday, 16th of October!)

The squad drags Yuu out on his birthday to celebrate even though he would rather have stayed home with Mika. Mika has to prepare Yuu’s birthday surprise though - freeing him from his “cherry boy” status once and for all.

The Regular Please by 1AlexLaw7

Just read it.

Recovery by ssamandiriel

Amane Yuuichirou is his school’s top soccer player with several trophies to his name. But when he sprains his ankle during a game, everything goes downhill. He’s stuck using crutches, everyone refuses to look at him in the halls, and he has no one to carry his books or backpack for him. That is, until Shindo Mikaela enters the picture.

Laws of Attraction by Northernreign

After years of intense training, Mikaela Shindou is the first omega to finally be recognized and accepted into a beta-dominated law enforcement. To his surprise, he was placed within the newly established and Alpha Apprehension Bureau (AAB) where his omega abilities would excel exponentially. And that they did, for Mika was successful in capturing some of the most wanted alpha criminals with his irresistible charm for the past twelve months.

Too bad all of the experience he’d gained on the job wasn’t enough to prepare him for the situation he’s gotten himself into with a certain idiotic alpha apprehended for a recent string of violent murders.

Sinners by royaletea

A collection of drabbles where I dump all my nsfw one-shots with Mika as a bottom.
First drabble up: alpha!Yuu x omega!Mika

styxetal  asked:

55 l am s

55 “Shut up and kiss me already”
It was late one Saturday night. Alexander had finally built up the courage to confess his feelings for John. He invited him over for dinner, and it was now, when they were both seated on Alex’s burgundy couch, that he held John’s hands and started to speak. “John, we’ve known each other for a while now, nearly a decade actually. We’re the best of friends. I always feel like I can tell you anything and everything. I wouldn’t want to do or say anything to disrupt that, but I can’t hold this in any longer.” Averting his gaze, Alex took a deep breath and continued. “I like you. A lot. Like, I think I’m in lo-” he was interrupted by an extremely flushed John. “Oh, just shut up and kiss me already.” John grabbed the sides of Alex’s face with his hands and kissed him deeply, years of suppressed feelings revealing themselves during this one moment. When they finally parted, John confessed. “Alex, I’ve loved you since the day I met you.“

Ok it’s pretty bad but I’m not used to writing romance stories I just read them


Dean’s beard will be the death of you; especially when you two put it to a good use. You love the feeling of it on your nipples when he sucks on them, or when it grazes over your most sensitive parts when he goes down on you. However, the cutest part is when he gets pie in it and doesn't notice for a long time, so you have to suppress your giggles. When you finally can’t hold it in any longer and burst into laughter, he notices the reason for your behavior and will try and get pie on you as well.


Each time that Sam lets his beard grow, you joke, saying that now he only has to dye his hair blonde, and his Thor cosplay is ready to go. The conversation would then follow with Sam tackling you down and kissing all over your body, lightly scratching his beard over your soft skin, which is a huge turn on for you, especially when he scratches it near your thighs.


You like when Cas doesn’t shave. He doesn’t let his beard grow often, saying that it can get in the way and feels scratchy, but every once in awhile he would let it grow as much as you want, since he sees how it makes you happy. You like to brush your fingers through it when you two are just relaxing, lying in bed or on a sofa in front of a TV. You especially like how it feels when he kisses you; slightly scratchy on your soft skin.

Anonymous said to blueberries-tickle-fanfics:

Can you write a fic where the avengers find out that Clint and Natasha are extremely ticklish and they think it’s adorable and funny since they are known as the top 2 deadliest assassins.  The only person who knew was Coulson, but the team finds out by accident with them.


… as the two most deadliest assassins on the team of the Avengers save the day in New York and hand the thieves over to the police department …

The anchorwoman on the screen stood in front of the crime scene with her huge microphone and the voluminous brown hair that was whipping up and down a little due to the wind. Bad quality clips of Natasha and Clint saving civilians and jumping from rooftops were shown, putting extra emphasis on their “badassness”. Coulson could only roll his eyes and sit back in Clint’s sofa to eat the awful spaghetti the archer had made.

“The two most deadliest assassins!” With the biggest smirk in the history of smirks, Clint plumped down on the sofa next to Coulson with a glass of milk and a bowl of spaghetti. He looked way too satisfied with himself, being the worst cook on the planet and the most unorganized SHIELD agent ever.

Natasha joined them by sitting down on the other side of Coulson, in her bowl another pile of spaghetti hidden under half a tube of ketchup. He immediately wished he’d put the same amount of it on his spaghetti, because Clint’s pesto tasted like old chewing gum.

“It’s actually the deadliest assassin and her archer hubby!” Natasha teased and poked Clint’s thigh with her fork, leaning over Coulson and keeping him from eating. Again he rolled his eyes and sighed.

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R76 Fic, Don’t Run From Me


Tired of fighting and running, Jack gives himself to Gabriel.

Jack held his breath as he hid behind a large metal crate. The huge warehouse was almost completely dark with only few industrial lamps granting dim yellow hued light over the large area.  They cast long and ominous shadows over the closed area, shadows that only granted his hunter an advantage.

“Jack, there is no point in hiding from me,” Reyes’ calm voice told him and by the sounds of it, the black-clothed man was completely relaxed, “all the exits are blocked. It is just you and me here.”

Jack tried his all to stay completely still and silent when he heard Reaper walk some distance away from him, his footsteps echoing slightly in the industrial warehouse. From the sounds of it, the two men had probably few large metal crates between them. 

“You can’t escape me. We both know that it is only a matter of time until I find you,” the assassin continued, like this was all just one big game for him.  The door was way too far away and with his wounded side and destroyed healing equipment; Morrison knew he wouldn’t make it to the exit in time. Reyes would be on him in mere seconds and could kill him swiftly. His pulse rifle didn’t really do much to the man who could turn into smog. 

The only thing was, that Reyes didn’t want to murder him. His old friend wanted to do something potentially much worse.  Gabriel offered a life with him, a joyless existence as his pet and property.

“It will be just you and me, Jack…no Amari or the rest…I’ll lock you inside a cage and throw away the key,” Gabriel mused and Jack could hear him shift into his smog form, hovering over few of the crates, “you’ll be my most prized possession, a trophy, like you should have been from the start.”

I won’t give in, I won’t become Reyes’…pet, Jack thought desperately. His tactical visor was offline, the glass fractured from an earlier attack. Maybe it was for the best since the light would have given away his location to the assassin. Reyes had become like some sort of a bogeyman from his childhood; a creature that never got tired or stopped until he had acquired him.

Reyes landed on one of the crates and looked around him, trying to detect his prey who was hiding among the jungle of metal crates and various industrial equipment. 

“Just give up already. You know you can’t win Jack, why postpone the inevitable?” the masked man laughed, loving every minute if this unfair hunt, “just walk to me and I’ll forgive you and promise to be gentle…”

He is so close now, Jack thought, knowing that he’d have to relocate somehow.
“Watching you play vigilante was fun for a while, Morrison, but like all things, it has come to its end. I can’t have you sabotage my missions any longer,” Reyes purred, trailing his razor sharp metal talons along one crate’s side, making a sickening and threatening sound.

“Give yourself to me willingly while you still can, else I’ll take you by using any means necessary,” Reyes told him calmly and Jack felt anxious, “I won’t be gentle with you…I might have to take your eyes or few fingers…or maybe I should suppress your personality like Talon did with Lacroix?”

There is no escape for me, I’m cornered here, the old vigilante thought desperately. He knew Gabriel to be ruthless when he wanted to be. If he did as Reyes wanted him to and just let him win…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. 

A part of him still loved Gabriel and wished things wouldn’t have turned out this way. It was so painful.  All his life he had fought hard to protect the world and see justice done.  His and Gabriel’s relationship was poisoned, yet they both yearned and lusted for each other. Nothing could break their connection and they were bound by fate itself.

If I give up, maybe we could mend our relationship? Would it be so bad if I spent my remaining years with him…. going by his rules?

Jack felt like he was being torn apart from the inside.  A part of him wanted to keep fighting even if it was a losing battle, yet a stronger portion of him wanted to admit defeat and end this and let himself succumb to Reyes’ will, to let him win.

“Jack…take off your visor and come to me and I’ll promise to be good to you…as long as you do exactly what I want you to,” Reyes chuckled possessively and his words were so inviting and persuading, “We both know this will end with me acquiring you…you just get to decide how. We can be together like we used to.”

Finally Jack felt something inside him break and that ruinous desire took over him. With slow and hesitant movements, the aging vigilante walked into the dim light, letting Reyes see him.  The killer stood in a small clearing among all the equipment. The white mask made it impossible for Jack to read Gabriel’s expressions and the man’s silence felt unnerving. He was waiting for his actions.

With trembling hands, the white haired man reached up to take off his visor and mask, letting them fall onto the cold and dusty concrete floor. He then looked up at his ex lover with his blue eyes that were still sharp, even if slightly lifeless in his moment of defeat.

Gabriel had not pulled out his guns and clearly wasn’t intending to kill him. The soldier let his pulse rifle fall onto the floor in defeat and walked over to the still masked assassin.  When he reached his old lover, Jack let his gaze fall down, only to have it lifted when Reyes lifted his chin up with few fingers; the sharp metal attachments piercing his skin painfully. 

Even with the white mask on, Morrison could feel the pierced and joy Gabriel felt, it almost radiated from him.

“You have no idea how happy you’ve made me Jack…I’m glad to see you still remember who you belong to,” Reyes whispered as he took off his mask, revealing those burning blood red eyes to the ex strike commander, “you were always my dog…still are…and I’m not going to let anyone else have you…or even look at you,” the black-clothed man laughed before claiming his partners lips first time in years.

Bandages (Steve x Reader)

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Fandom: Marvel

Character: Steve Rogers

Word Count: 742

A/N - I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader where the reader is super banged up after a mission and Steve has to patch her up, but he’s really scared of hurting her. And maybe end on a fluffy note? Idk something cute. Love your page btw. You guys are super great!

Thank you sweetheart, I hope you enjoy<3

You lay on the floor, you struggled to make your breaths even. “Agent (L/N) status?” the voice rang out on your earpiece. You felt dizzy as you forced your hand over one of your wounds. “Agent down” you were able to mutter into the earpiece. “(Y/N) where are you?” Steve’s voice questioned you. “I’m in a hallway, by the mainroom” you rasped back. You stared at the ceiling, hoping help would arrive soon. 

You heard footsteps and prayed to the heavens above it wasn’t someone who wanted to kill you. “(Y/N) can you hear me?” a voice sounded. Your eyes shifted to the source of the sound, you smiled when you saw your boyfriend. “Hey Steve” you coughed, trying to sit up. “Don’t move” he commanded you, his soldier-side showing. “Steve it’s just a scratch, see?” you tried to joke, moving your hand away from your wound, only to place it back with a grimace. “That’s big for a scratch” sarcasm dripped from Steve’s words.

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The Siren and the Insomniac

Title: The Siren and the Insomniac

Chapter No./One Shot: Chapter 17

Original Imagine: 

Imagine you’re part siren and you live in the Stark Tower. Your bedroom is next door to Loki’s, and you become annoyed with him because he stays up all hours. So after many futile arguments with the god, you use your power through the walls to put him to sleep. When the time comes for you to move out, Loki begs you to stay, claiming he can no longer sleep without you.

Author: Starrynight35

Rating: M


Chapter 17

Tony opened the door, ushering Loki through, and Loki could almost feel Tony’s eyes roaming up the back of his legs. He suppressed a shiver, reminding himself that he was disguised as Raidne at the moment. He couldn’t understand how any respectable woman could date Stark, knowing how he ogled other women.

“So, did you and the dark one have a fight, or what?”

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Into The Night

Merry Christmas to we-are-bellarke!

A/N: This is completely different to what I had originally planned, but my muse took it here and I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Personal message: Love, joy and peace are the ingredients for a wonderful christmas- I hope you, Nicole, find them all this festive season.

(Three times Bellamy falls asleep in Clarke’s room in Camp Jaha and the one time he doesn’t.)


“You look exhausted,” Clarke noted.

“Your mom kept me busy on patrol all day,” Bellamy said.

She sighed. It had been difficult trying to talk to him alone these past few days. If it wasn’t Bellamy on patrol or her in the med bay, then it was her mom following her around.

Clarke patted him on the shoulder apologetically. “Move over,” she insisted, and Bellamy shifted over to the opposite side of the bed, allowing her space to sit down next to him. “I’m sorry. My mom thinks we’re plotting something, and she thinks that by keeping us busy we will be too distracted to sneak out of camp again.”

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