and all of the sudden charming slams his hands down and his eyes get wide




warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, spanking, oral sex, fingering, rough sex, asphyxiation (choking), dom!jungkook + sub!reader

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masterlist | ask | song

Slamming the front door behind him Jungkook twisted your body round to face him, his jaw clenched impossibly tight with anger as his eyes searched your face. Despite the fact you’d been together almost four years now, he still became irrationally jealous over the smallest of interactions with other men. You’d met Jungkook one Saturday night in your favourite club in Seoul, a middle aged man had tried to flirt with you and buy you a drink but to tell you the truth his presence had you on edge; and a tall, dark and handsome stranger managed to salvage the situation; acting as your jealous boyfriend who demanded to talk to you outside.

Of course when the two of you made it outside the club he lit up a cigarette and admitted he was watching you most of the night, and couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable you looked around the older man. Any normal woman would feel invaded if someone had admitted to visually stalking them all night, but he seemed harmless. He was beautiful, mysterious and frankly the most charming man you’d ever encountered. The strangers name was Jeon Jungkook, the maknae and lead vocalist of the famous Kpop group BTS; you couldn’t believe your luck when he asked you out that night, he was possibly everything you’d ever wanted in a significant other.

But the jealous boyfriend act wasn’t just an act anymore.

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hit and run
  • I stole ur car to outrun these assholes but we got t-boned and now both of us are staring down 7 gun barrels-–don’t worry babe ok I totally have this handled

modern criminal au. part 1/3
fandom: inuyasha // inukag
inukag week day 1: protect
words: 1238
summary: “It’s not like I did it because I like you or anything. When this is over, you’re probably dead meat, and I won’t care a fucking bit!”
“You know, I’d maybe believe you if you hadn’t just taken a bullet for me, you jerk!”

Hello hello, I return to the Inuyasha fandom once more. Coincidentally, right in time for Inukag week! Twas fate. Enjoy this little adventure. <3

It wasn’t every day you found yourself staring down the barrel of a gun. Multiple guns, to be exact. It wasn’t every day, either, to have your car stolen, along with yourself, by an angry, screaming lunatic with a bag full of ramen cup noodles. To have both these things happen in a day was so unlikely that Kagome was ready to sue whoever was in charge of Probability. All she had wanted was to buy some harmless groceries.  

Now here she was, frozen with fear inside her car, while her kidnapper stood in front of the hood with his hands held high. He’d left the car door open, and the smell of gasoline and garbage wafted inside. Not the best part of town. Their persecutors had caught up with them all too quickly, and sadly they had not been the police. Whoever this ramen thief was, he was knee-deep in trouble of the worst kind, and it probably didn’t have to do exclusively with the theft of instant noodles. Then again, who was she to know the workings of criminals? Maybe there was a ramen cup noodle mafia.

But no matter how much Kagome disliked her car-napper, she did not want to see him shot. And, from the looks of it, that was exactly what was going to happen. So Kagome did the only stupid thing she could think of: she jumped out of her car, screamed at an angry mob with guns to please stop and protectively stepped in front of the asshole.

They wouldn’t shoot an innocent woman, right?

Except, she realized a little belatedly, they would. Of course they would.

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Breaking The Rules | Teacher!Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 1213

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Angst (?)

Summary: Mr Park, one of the most important people at your high school. He’s a charmer, a ladies man. Uses his charm to make the ladies do what he likes. Whether it’s to clean the school grounds or deliver a message every lady does as he commands. Except one.

Dedicated to and Requested by: @blessjiminnie


You furiously tapped the school desk, waiting impatiently for the school bell to ring for lunch. You had been stuck in a double period of Chemistry, and you really weren’t in the mood. It was like any other day, you would walk to class, in silence, ear phones in and glancing at some of the students who passed you on the way there.

But instead Mr Park, the deputy head teacher called you to his office to have a ‘word’


“Miss (L/N),” a husky voice from behind you spoke. Surprised you pulled out both of your earphones and turned around wide eyed to come face to face with your P.E (and deputy head) teacher Mr Park. His midnight hair brushed out of his face making his eyes visible to you, white shirt which has the top two buttons undone with a black jacket over, and a pair or tight black jeans to finish off his look with a pair of black dress shoes. He cleared his throat before continuing. “If you could come to my office now please, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.” With that he turned on his heel and began to walk off to his office, you following closely behind.

“Mr Park, if you don’t mind me asking, why must you speak with me? And for how long because I don’t want to be late to Maths,” you muttered under your breath.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), I’ll go over everything when we get to my office,” he spoke finishing the topic. There was a comfortable silence for the rest of the way there until he stood in front of his office door. “Please,” Mr Park, gestured for you to enter once he had opened the door.

“Thanks,” you replied quickly as you made your way into the room and took a seat on one of the chairs. “So, uhm… Mr Park, why am I here?”

“Well, Miss (L/N), I have a problem, a problem you caused-” you were confused at his words. You hadn’t done anything wrong, so why was he accusing you for ‘his’ problem.

“Go on,” you uttered. He cleared his throat and continued.

“My problem is you,” he spoke, a sly smirk visible on his lips. He walked around so he stood behind your chair and placed his hands on your shoulders, making you tense at the sudden contact.

“H-How am I your problem?” you stuttered, still hopelessly confused.

“Tch, you just don’t get it do you? Since all my time of working here, you are the only female who hasn’t fallen under my charming spell. Which is why I have gained a very great interest in you,” Mr Park confessed. Your eyes widened in surprise and he lowered his head down to your ear, his lips barely touching your earlobe and he whispered in your ear. “And don’t try to deny how you feel about me. I’ve seen the way you look at me, the lust in your eyes as you undress me with them,” Mr Park let out a low chuckle, as his hands traveled down your shoulders and wrapped themselves around your wrist as he hauled you up and lifted you up onto his desk, making you instantly close your legs, so he couldn’t see up your skirt.

“M-Mr Park!” you squeaked out as his hands traveled to your waist and squeezed lightly.

“Please… Call me Jimin,” he whispered out in a low voice making you shiver. You were enjoying this, a little too much, and you couldn’t lie when he said that you felt the same way. After a moment you finally realized this was wrong and shoved him off of you.

“Mr Park, we’re in school ground, and you’re a teacher, I’m a student, it’s illegal to have any relationship whether it be for love or for sex. If this is all you needed me for I’ll take my leave,” you replied with a frown.

“I think breaking one or two rules isn’t too bad right?” Jimin asked as he stepped forward again and placed his head in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. “Fuck, you smell amazing, I’m just imagining all the things I could do to you,” he muttered, his hands making their way up your thighs.

“Mr Park. Stop it. Now!” you yelled as you pushed him away hard and grabbed your bag. “Don’t fucking come near me you pervert!” With that you left, slamming the door behind you and made your way to math class.


Lunch finally came by as you sat in the library once again, munching on your bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich. You had finally calmed down a bit, but every time you thought of Jimin, it just pissed you off or ruined your mood. Normally you’d be good at concealing your emotions within school, but today, after what Mr. Park did, that just set you off. 

You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when a hand wrapped around your mouth stopping you from screaming, while the other hand was tight around your waist, making you unable to move. You were pulled into the janitors closet where you were let go. Turning around as quickly as possible, you went to slap your kidnapper, only for your wrist to be caught.

“Now now, Miss (L/N), I wouldn’t want to give you a detention for hitting a teacher now, would I?” his smooth voice spoke. He let go of your wrist and locked the closet where he turned back around to face you.

“What do you want?” you snapped, rubbing your wrist, as if he hurt you. “Why the hell did you kidnap me!” you almost yelled.

“Because, your reactions are always so cute,” Mr. Park teased back. Rolling your eyes, you went for the door again, until Mr. Park grabbed you by the wrist and slammed you again the door.

“Mr. Park! Please let me go!” you cried out. You were terrified, trapped like a bird in a cage, helpless, and unable to fly away. When Jimin noticed the hurt in your eyes, his own widened. He had been so determined to make you his, he hadn’t taken your feelings into consideration. He instantly let you go where you sunk down to the ground and hugged your knees.

“(Y/N), I’m really sorry, I let my feeling get the better of me, and I lost control. I understand if you want to be left alone right now, so I’ll take my leave,” Jimin spoke as he slowly went to pick you up and move you away from the door. As he picked you up though, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down. 

When your lips met, time seemed to of stopped. It was just you too, as your lips moved in perfect sync. Jimin’s hands traveled along your sides as he brought you closer, deepening the kiss slightly. As things began to move a little more quickly, the bell rang, indicating lunch was over. Jimin mutter a quiet ‘fuck’ and pulled away from you.

“Seems like we ran out of time huh? After school, meet me at my office at 5pm, we’ll continue then,” Jimin winked as he left the closet leaving you in complete shock.

“I KISSED PARK JIMIN!” you almost yelled. “Maybe, some rules are worth breaking,” you smirked as you too left the closet to go to class.

Amarte Es Un Placer (Part 9)

Summary: Soulmate AU. You and Draco share each mark, bruise, and marring on your skin. As life progresses and each mutual marking is worse, you grieve for your hurting soulmate. And he steps into your life when you least expect it.

Word Count: 2,491

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/N: Part 9 and this shows no signs of ending lol. I’m so excited, though!

Originally posted by nellaey

The man fell to the ground, stiff as a board as the crowd gasped. Murmurs began to go around the crowd and you even heard the word ‘sorcery’ being mentioned. Draco towered over the petrified man, whose eyes were the only thing that moved, and wildly at that. He glowered and lifted his foot over the man’s face.

“Draco!” you screeched, desperately grabbing his arms and pulling him back.

He was seething, you could feel it. All Draco wanted to do was kill the man and you knew that the unforgivable killing spell had been at the tip of his tongue. Draco curled his lips into an angry snarl. “He deserves more than a petrification spell,” he declared, making to stomp on the guy’s face again.

“Draco, stop!” You dug your nails into his biceps, hoping that would knock him out of his ire and realize what he had done. Magic in front of No-Maj’s was absolutely prohibited and to just think what the Ministry of Magic was going to do, you shuddered.

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Lunch Date (Mick x Plus Size! Reader) Imagines - Anonymous Request

Mick has always had a thing for you, and finally grows a pair to ask you out for lunch…


“Hey, Glasses - you got a minute?”

You jumped, startled by Mick’s loud, boisterous voice.

While you could normally hear the pyromaniac approach you from miles away, he had somehow snuck up on you like some kind of ninja. From across the library, Nate and Ray exchanged looks of surprise amongst them before turning to you.

You merely shrugged.

Setting down the stack of encyclopedias you had on the nearest table, you pushed up your glasses and immediately straightened your sweater. You always hated how they bunched up around your love handles and made you appear bigger than you really were…

“Yeah, Mick,” you answered back. “You need something?”

“Like hell I do,” came his response.

His brows furrowed, his mouth set into a hard line, the pyromaniac entered the library, quickly made his way towards you and invaded your personal space. The distinct smell of soot and bourbon invaded your senses and made you unexpectedly lightheaded.

“Um…” You stumbled back a half step, just to put some distance between you two. “What - uh, what do you need exactly?”

“Lunch,” he gestured towards your stomach, making you flush. “Thought a gal like you could spend it with me. You like chicken, right?”

You could hardly process anything he was saying due to shock. “What?”

“Chicken,” Mick grumbled. “For some reason, I remembered Hawkgal and that hussy of hers. Got a sudden craving for chicken after.”

He held up a bucket of legs - crips and steaming - before setting it on the table.

The pyromaniac paused as if remembering something.

“You drink too?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You squeaked. “I guess…?”


He raised his other hand and slammed down a 6-pack of Rogue Dead Guy Ale. A high-end convenience store beer that was appropriate in both name and taste.

“I thought we could split it,” he suggested, a flush of pink dancing on his cheeks. “One for you, five for me. Since, you know…you’re not a heavy drinker…”

Your eyes grew wide.

“Oh, um…” You fidgeted with the hem of your sweater. “That sounds appealing and all, but…”

What about the other guys? As sweet as he was being, Mick still failed to realize that you two weren’t alone in the library.

Your eyes darted towards Nate and Ray, who were watching the scene unfold, mouths agape. In the midst of his shocked state, Nate unintentionally let a hefty textbook slip through his fingers. Fortunately, he managed to catch it before it hit the ground; though, not without injuring Ray.

The pyromaniac pursed his lips. “What’s wrong?”

“Well…” you gestured towards the other guests in the room. “Is there enough for them too?”

Turning so slightly, Mick looked over to the other half of the library and came face-to-face with the additional members of Team Legend. The two cringed awkwardly as he pinned them underneath his dark, piercing stare.

Huh…” Mick frowned. “You nerds are here.”

Ray smiled uneasily. “Haha, yeah…”

“Us nerds…” Nate added.

There was an uncomfortable silence that festered between the trio. And while everyone’s attention was turned away from you, there was a strong need to dig a hole and bury yourself in it. I mean, you could practically touch and massage the awkwardness in here and it drove you insane.

Thankfully, Nate got the message.

“We were just…” he jabbed both of his thumbs over his shoulder. “Yeah, we were just going. You know, to get food.”

“Not your food though,” the A.T.O.M. user interjected. “Your food is yours.”

“We’ll be in the kitchen.”

“Away from you.”

“So you can be alone.”

“And we won’t make things awkward.”

…Too late for that, you thought, blazing bright red with embarrassment, as the Bro-Duo was slowly forced the situation downhill. Mick glared at them in a butt-out-of-this-piggies kind of way. Both of them wilted under his stare.

“Get out.” he growled.

They didn’t need to be told twice.

Nate and Ray dashed out of the room before they pyro could get his hands on his Heat Gun. For a while, he kept his eyes trained on the entrance; but, was finally able to relax when he heard a distant door close off.

Shutting his eyes, Mick reached up and rubbed his shaved head impassively. “Listen, Glasses…”

You straightened up when he addressed you.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said bluntly, as he avoided your gaze. “I’m not your type, and I sure as hell ain’t no prince charming. But…”

He took a deep breath.

“I like you. A lot.” he admitted. “So, what do you say, you be my babes and we just do lunch here and now?”

The pyromaniac stood straight and proud, showing you that he had nothing to fear; yet, with the way he was pounding at his thigh with a fist told you otherwise.

Mick Rory - tough-as-nails, sharp-tongued, uncensored Mick Rory - was nervous.

In a way, he reminded you of a little kindergartener who was trying to confess his feelings for the first time; though, with his given personality, the metaphor wasn’t too far off.

That fact alone rocked you to your core.

You released a sigh in awe. “I don’t know what to say…”

He was sweet and charming and, while you’ve never thought of him any other way until now, there was a part of him that you found lovable.

Despite his less than sophisticated demeanor.

Still rapping his fist against his thigh, Mick sneaked quick glances at you. “You could say yes,” he suggested awkwardly. “You know, just to get this over with.”

You smiled once more.

“Okay,” you squeaked shyly. “Then, I guess that’s a yes.”

He blinked. “Really?”

You nodded.

At that moment, Mick looked like he wanted to smile - which was apparent from the number of times his mouth broadened considerably - but every time it did, he would look away force himself to scowl. A gesture that you found quite adorable.

“So, uh…” he started, clearing his throat. “Lunch then?”


Taking mercy upon his uncomfortably affectionate soul, you moved the encyclopedias off the desk and gestured towards the two seats.

He settled himself in the nearest chair.

Before you could take a seat of your own, Mick reached over, grabbed onto your wrist and gave a quick jerk. The gesture was so unexpected that you found yourself tumbling over to him…right in his lap…


Of course, being the uncoordinated doof that you were, you landed in the most unsophisticated, unrefined position you could ever think of. Scrambling to place your hands on his broad chest, you attempted to pull away; only to find that you couldn’t.

Mick had snaked a strong, sinewy arm around your waist and kept you firmly in place. You could feel his heartbeat against his - a strong indication that he was just as nervous as you were.

With one hand, Mick reached across the table and grabbed a beer. He popped the cap off using the corner of the desk, releasing a small ‘pffft’ sound in the process, before handing it to you.

“Beer?” he asked.

Flushing brightly, you nodded. “Okay…”

For the rest of the afternoon, the two of you remained in the library and spent a quiet - yet, increasingly enjoyable - lunch. 

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Prompt: im the last anon and. think itd be really cute to see mick being a bit soft with the (plus sized) reader infront of the team and stuff☺ makes a change from his rough demeanour….

Tags: @lumiereclifford 

An excuse to give a certain Jedi all the hugs

Ok, this is entirely @forcearama ’s fault - her recaps not only got me into TCW, but gave me all sorts of Kenobi feels. I’m not completely happy with this, but It’s been hanging around on my drive unfinished for long enough, so here, have a silly Mortis AU created purely to ensure Obi-Wan gets a well deserved hug.

Outside the thunder roars, a cacophony of light and noise as the planet tears itself apart in an orgy of chaos and destruction. Inside the cave however it is quiet, the silence only broken by the  crackling of the fire and occasional rustle of clothing as Ahsoka shifts in her sleep. Obi-Wan should be sleeping too. Who knows what new impossibility Mortis will throw at them in the morning?  But rest eludes him. The visions have left him unsettled, his mind turning itself over and over in an attempt to make sense of it all. Ahsoka had refused to speak of what she had seen, but if it was anything like his own experience… ( “you must realise with his power this is a very dangerous place to be” says a ghost ) 

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Henry huffed out a sigh, drumming his fingers on the table. He was eating lunch. Alone. Again.

He bit into his bright red apple, cringing as the sour taste. Clearly it was passed it best, he went over to put it in the classroom bin. He hadn’t been getting on with the other people in his class, so he snuck away most lunch times, eating inside the classroom and not with the other students outside. His teacher was nice but still, it wasn’t the same he needed a friend. A person his age.

Just as he was about to sit back down someone charged into his classroom, closing the door quickly behind them as they slide down the wood. She motioned for the boy to say anything, one hand clasping at her heart whilst the other held a finger up to her lips.

She was maybe a year older than him with (Y/hc) hair and (Y/ec) eyes that were currently wide with fear.

“Where did she go?”

“I dunno, she can’t have just disappeared”

“This way, I think I saw her go this way”

She let out a sigh of relief as the voices passed by the door, on their way down the corridor. She was safe.

“Eh, sorry” she apologised quietly, brushing off her hands on her jeans as she stood up “Were you trying to study or something”

“Um, no I was- I was just” he stumbled, still trying to get over the shock of her sudden appearance.

“Ah, I see” she grinned, peeking out the door to double check no one was waiting to catch her.

Henry shook his head before walking back toward his table, pulling a large book out of his bag.

“What’s that?” the girl asked, turning around to see what had hit the table so hard.

“A book” He shrugged, flicking through the pages in a bored way.

The girl nodded, debating whether to run outside. But something about this awkward lonely boy made her want to stay.

“Mind if I take a look?” she asked, edging closer toward him, scared to frighten him. He seemed quiet tentative, he probably didn’t have many friends.

Henry shook his head quickly, budging over so she could sit next to him.

“Wow” she smiled, brushing her fingers over the beautiful artwork.

“Hey, that kinda looks like Miss Blanche” Henry mumbled.

“You’re right” she gasped, catching his eye.


“Operation cobra is a go” Henry whispered, pulling out his lunchbox as he sat next down next to (Y/n).

“Henry, I don’t think you should be doing this” she sighed, running a hand through her (Y/hc) messy hair.

“But I have to (Y/n)” he replied “How else are we going to break the-“

“Shh” she hissed, covering his mouth quickly “There might be others listening”

Henry smirked, sticking out his tongue and running it up her hand.

“Eww” she grumbled, quickly cleaning her hand on her jeans “You animal”

He gave her a toothy grin which she returned in earnest.

“Just come home safe, okay?” she grumbled.

“I promise”


(Y/n) smiled running her hand over her new top. She had saved up for weeks to get it and she was very pleased with how she looked in it. Henry however, had different feelings.

He didn’t even knock on her door, simply opened it carelessly. When he noticed she was still getting ready he blushed slightly, adverting his eyes to the ground.

“What do you think?” she asked eagerly, playing with her hair nervously.

“Why are you dressed like that?” he frowned, eyeing her up and down. It wasn’t a disgusted look, more and uncomfortable one.

“Because I want to be” she replied smartly, turning back toward the mirror “Why? Is it ugly?”

“No…” he shook his head, trying to decide his feelings on the outfit “It looks, good”

“You really think so?”

Henry nodded, trying to hide his blush.

(Y/n) grinned, grabbing her bag.

“Come on, Charming promised to show us sword fighting today!”


“What are you most afraid of?”

The two sat in his bed with the ocvers thrown over their heads, a torch giving away their current hiding spot. If his mother were to walk in there was no denying that the two were awake. But neither could sleep, so they sat up with each other, like always.

“Losing people” he confessed.

“Like who?”

“My mum, both my mums. Mary Margaret, Charming” he paused, staring her right in the eye “You”


(Y/n) rapidly knocked on the door, biting her lip nervously. Maybe he was sick. He couldn’t have been avoiding her. That wasn’t Henry. He was her best friend.

“Eh, hello” she waved awkward to a very agitated Regina.

“Ah, (Y/n). Why did you bother knocking, normally you just barge in”

The girl gulped but held her ground.

“I was wondering if Henry would like to come round to mine for pizza”

“Let me go ask him” she slammed the door on the girl’s face, making her jump back in surprise.

A few moments later she came back with a sad look in her eye.

“Um, sorry” she apologised, scratching her head “He’s busy right now”

“Oh, okay” (Y/n) nodded, turning and walking away slowly. She paused to look at the boy’s bedroom window, her heart pulling slightly.

He was her best friend.





He had been ignoring her all week, so why should she answer him. The girl crossed the street quickly, fumbling with her keys.

“(Y/n) stop!” he yelled, jumping in front of her door before she could open it “Please just answer me”

“Move” she replied coldly, shoving him out of the way.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Hmm, let me think” she drummed on her chin sarcastically “Maybe it’s because you’ve been ignoring and avoiding me for the past I dunno, month!”

Henry gulped lightly, watching as her (Y/ec) filled with tears.

“Do you have any idea how that feels?” she asked quietly, rubbing at her eyes “To have your best friend act as if you don’t exist”


“Save it for someone who cares” she slipped inside her house, breaking down into tears as she listened to him pounding against her door.

“Leave Dammit!” she screamed, throwing her school bag down violently.

“I’m not gonna go away just cause you told me to!” he yelled, kicking at the wood that blocked him from getting to her.

(Y/n) was about to yell back when she heard a low throated growl. She turned around slowly, ignoring as Henry repeatedly tried to get inside.

There it was - a huge, panting bear. Its face was scarred and chunks of brown fur were missing from various parts of its body, but it didn’t make it any less frightening.

She felt her heart shudder as it growled once again. Henry seemed to hear it also, stopping with his never ending attack on the door to listen.

“(Y/n)?” he asked, trying to see inside through the small window. He needed to know if she was in danger, but she was too shocked to answer.

The bear roared and the girl leapt to life, throwing a nearby vase at the animal before sprinting upstairs.

“(Y/n)!” Henry yelled, listening the feral growls of the animal inside. He had to get to her but how- her bedroom window. He sprinted to the back of the house, scraping his hands as he climbed over the garden gate.

(Y/n) on the other hand was fighting for her life. She had managed to break off a leg of a chair in her bedroom in a scuffle with the beast and was now using it as a weapon. She let out a fierce battle cry, jabbing it right in the shoulder just as Henry appeared at her window.

“(Y/n), this way” he called, grabbing her upper arm. Quickly she made a dash for her windowsill, avoiding any mad swipes the bear made at her. Henry helped her slide down her roof tiles quickly, making sure she didn’t break anything as they jumped from the roof and into the bushes from her garden below.

The two lay there breathless, still shamelessly holding onto each other.

“That was a close one, Goldilocks” he joked, trying to make her smile.

It worked.


Stress- Clint Barton

Character: Clint Barton


61. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

96. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

Warnings: None, just some cute Clint Barton and lots of fluff!! Thank you for the Clint request…next to Captain, he’s my fav so I love being able to show him some lovin! xD Keep ‘em coming! Steve, Bucky, Clint, Tony…whoever! 

I stood on my tiptoes, trying to open and close the cupboards in the kitchen as quietly as possible. While I was wide awake, I know no one would be happy if they woke up to the sounds of me slamming doors and sorting through pots and pans at three in the morning.

“Flour, flour, where’s the flour.” I mumbled under my breath.

I reached up to tug on a promising looking white paper bag when there was a sudden shooting pain down my leg. I let out a hiss of pain and clapped a hand over my thigh. Damn pulled muscle. I knew I should’ve listened to Nat when she told me to ice it, but with everything else on my mind, I’d never gotten around to it. I’d probably be regretting it even more by tomorrow. I massaged the muscles in my leg gently until the pain seemed to dwindle. Then I was back on my tippy toes, reaching for what I hoped was flour.

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Chapter 4~ A Detonating Catastrophe

  Ffionn shivered in his arms whining quietly getting a sticky mucus from his nose into the bunny’s golden fur. Stephan walked back upstairs placing the fox onto his bed surrounding him with a makeshift wall of his stuffed ragdolls. He picked one up and made it nuzzle his nose attempting to at least make his best friend smile. It was the fox’s favorite teddy bear. It had two large, black button eyes, with a black bow smooth as silk. He always seemed to look somber however..

  As the fox sat crying quietly to himself, he remembered the grand ship his parents promised to take him on after his birthday, mostly for his childhood fantasy of being a pirate. The “RMS Titanic” it was called was set to sail in April, and it was already November of the year 1911. He had waited over a whole year to sit in the fancy embroidered chairs looking at the gold chandeliers of first class. Happy march tunes would be playing as he ate divine meals and smelled the salt water air of the ocean.

  But all of that was now gone.

  Stephan looked away hastily before inhaling deeply saying:


   The fox looked up at the older bunny. “whatever happens in the future is unknown; but we’ll always be together as friends. I promise you that, okay my darling?” He pulled the young fox close into a hug. Foxy dropped his stuffed bear to the old, creaky wood floor of the dollhouse not expecting Stephan’s sudden movements. He nuzzled his tiny nose into his soft fur purring calmly. The bunny didn’t want to get too close- So he quickly pushed the fox away before getting too comfy. He stood his tall, lengthy figure up before the fox brushing himself off and straightening his bow and kneeled down to hand Foxy his teddy bear.

   “How about we help ourselves to a nice cup of tea?” Offered Stephan. Before Foxy could reply the bunny had already left the room. As his ears fell to the sides of his head, he turned to slide his small body off of the bed and hurriedly stumbled down the stairs to catch up with the bunny. By the time he reached the kitchen, he heard the loud squeals of a tea kettle as steam evaporated into the air becoming lost forever. The curious fox wondered what it was like to be that puff of steam. It was almost like running away but being lost and destroyed by the outside world..or evaporating in the steam’s case.

 Foxy broke out of his trance as Stephan suddenly pulled the kettle off of the stove. He took two hand painted mugs from the cupboard and poured the boiling water ever so carefully into each. The kettle sighed and relaxed as the water spilled into each mug. The bunny then reached into a small wooden box grabbing herbs and leaves tossing them into the mugs.

  “Sugar?“ Asked the bunny. Foxy nodded as he watched Stephan add two spoonfuls of sugar into the mug mixing it.

  "Be careful now not to burn yourself,” Stated the bunny. “We don’t want any nasty scalds or burns on our tongues now do we?” He carefully pushed the mug towards the fox. Foxy took the cup blowing at it in order to cool it down faster. He watched the steam pirouette and glissade up, up, up into the air. Stephan sat next to the fox calmly sipping at his tea.

  "Why did mother have to die..“ Whispered Foxy. Stephan jumped at his words and choked on his tea mid swallow. Sighing loudly, he said;

  "Do not speak or even think of her. She’s gone.” The fox slammed his fist upon the table with tears beginning to well in his eyes.

  "n O-“ he exclaimed. "Why?” He questioned. “W H Y?”

  “Sit down you’re beginning to cause a ruckus.” Stated Stephan rolling his eyes. Before the flustered fox could get too out of hand, he picked him up placing him in his bed.

 “It’s half past the first hour, you need your rest.” He said as he dressed Foxy into his nightwear. After several minutes of kicking and screaming, his eyes sunk and became droopy as the older bunny tucked him in gently and handed him the teddy bear.

 “Now how about a story?” Exclaimed Stephan. The young fox tiredly looked over at Stephan wanting to just simply sleep.

 “Once upon a time,” started Stephan. The young fox’s eyes widened. “there was a bunny.” Foxy shot an annoyed look at the older bunny as he resumed. “He liked adventuring. One day he was happily exploring about among the rose petals and bushes when suddenly right before his eye-” Stephan stood up taller and taller making the scene more dramatic.

 “Drops of demon ink hugged the bushes. The bunny walked towards not believing his eyes.” Foxy looked up in awe as Stephan continued on with his story. “Want to know the best part of the story?” Questioned Stephan as the fox looked up with wide eyes.

  "It’s real.“

  Foxy jumped back as he heard the words spill from the bunny’s mouth.

 "R-real?” He exclaimed excitedly but also slightly nervously as well.

  "Ah but of course!“ Beamed Stephan. He revealed a jar full of sticky, black ink that seemed to curdle from within. Foxy cowered down under the sheets.

  "No no, it’s alright. It can’t hurt you. For it’s simply in this here jar of mine. As long as it’s safely secured, nothing can happen to you.” The fox cautiously crawled back from the sheets and made his way to the jar.

  "How did you manage to get it?“ Asked Foxy.

  "Well I uh- heh..” Spat out Stephan nervously. “I had to brush it off the branches into the jar of course, some dripped down to my arm b-but I’m fine- do not question me you imp” Foxy looked at the bunny’s left arm, which was wrapped in gauze bandaging. He noticed he has been covered more lately. Specifically in his torso region. The bunny had been seeming to act in strange manners as well being quite more stern and short tempered than his usual quirky, charming self.

  "Steph..“ Started the fox. Stephan’s ear twitched as he seemed to cringe grinding his teeth together clenching his fists.

 "What” he choked out.

 “Are you feeling alright? You’ve been acting rather strange latel-” the fox was cut off to the bunny suddenly pushing him down in the sheets covering him. He tucked him in tightly as if it would keep him from getting up to annoy him any further.

  "I must be on my way now-“ he started. "I’m very…busy.” He said slightly whispering.

  As Stephan sauntered off back to his room where the prototypes were, he almost ran face first into the last person he wanted contact with.

  "M-marinella-“ squeaked Stephan. He clutched the jar close hiding it behind his back as she slightly scowled at him.

 "Where are you off to so quickly-” she said impatiently tapping her foot at the ground.

  "What do you mean my darling?“ Questioned the bunny slightly sweating. The keen fox narrowed her eyes inspecting the bunny. She leaned to the side getting a quick glimpse of the jar hiding behind Stephan’s back and growled unapprovingly.

 "You better be careful with that-” she snapped “before someone gets dreadfully hurt.” She was a beautiful sight. Elegant white fur with the most delicate dress and embroidery with a cunning personality

  "Oh but of course my darling,“ said the bunny quickly pecking her on the cheek. "I assure you, it’s in good hands.”

 When he finally reached his room, He opened the toy chest taking the artificial dolls out gently. As he placed them on the table, they fell limp, lying still. He picked up the doll staring deep into it’s black, button eyes.

  “A true hellfire and damnation this is!” Cursed the bunny to himself as he threw the dead doll on the ground forcefully.

 Angrily dragging up a chair and slumping down in it, he sat thinking of a new way to approach his experiment. Gears spun as clocks ticked while Stephan stared into space thinking. Blood seeped out of the stuffing from the dead doll on the ground sinking deep into the floorboards. The bunny’s ear twitched as he rubbed his arms which ached from being pricked so many times

  “Hooking the prototype to an electric generator would create a surge of power throughout it’s body.” Thought the bunny. But he didn’t have to appropriate tools, or safety wear. He pulled out a dusty generator from underneath the desk and plugged the cord into an old socket in the wall. He leaned down once more to grab a tin box full of multiple items the bunny had invented just for his own needs. He pulled out strange, bandage-like squares attached to thin wires placing them down before him.

 As he began to unbutton his delicate pinstriped flannel, he took each square and began placing them to various parts of his torso region, and face. His undernourished looking chest had multiple rashes and tiny scars, almost as if he was attacked by some sort of plant or beast.

 But surely that’d be nonsense,


 As he hooked himself up to the generator, a spark jumped on his hand causing him to flinch. Shaking slightly, he tried to focus. But to no avail as another jumped in his eye, blinding him. Letting out a troubled cry, the bunny began to panic falling back in his chair  With his right eye now scarred and blind, his clumsiness and stumbling made him catch his ear into the flame of a small fire that had started. Seeing the fire quickly spread he stumbled up with all his energy ignoring the flames to warn the others. He called everyone telling them to exit the building. Using all of his force to push them out.

 Suddenly the sound dribbled out of the young bunny’s ears he breathed rapidly and hard. His vision grew blurry and the world began to fall dark. Growing weaker by the second, Stephan continued to use all his energy to help evacuate each and every last doll from the building.

 Finally being able to bear no more, he fell to the hard floor in pain clutching his eye.

“Get up you fool!” his mind yelled at him.

 “Haven’t you forgotten about something?”

  Those were the last words Stephan S. Bunny heard.

 Before the world went dark.

The Moon and the Sun- A Suho Wolf!Au (part 2)

Part 1, Part 3

He got in the car quickly, and roared the engine awake, driving off rapidly. He made his way back home without paying any attention to the road, his senses just taking him back. He was lucky the road was fairly empty, because he hadn’t yet calmed down from his encounter with you, and his mind was racing with thoughts of you.

He could almost smell you in the car with him, your sweet scent overpowering his senses. He remembered the beautiful color of your irises, and the way you lips moved as you breathed in and out. He couldn’t shake you out of his mind. His chest was heaving; his hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white. His eyes shifted color, from the usually warm brown, to the frightening wolfy yellow color they became once he transformed.

He sped down the road, ready to get back home, to their house in the countryside, back to safety, where it would be okay if he transformed, or lost his mind, or just  broke down, because there would be no strangers to stare at him, or question him. His eyes found his reflection in the rearview mirror, and he closed them tightly for a second, trying to get them to regain their natural pigmentation. He hated himself. He hated what he was, he hated not being normal.

If he had been a normal guy, just like the rest of the men out in the street today, he could have stopped you, and handed you your handkerchief with a smile, possibly asking for your number, and offering to walk you to whatever destination you had in mind. If he was a normal guy, he would have tried to charm you with his wit, and his manners, and would have offered to take you out on a date, to get to know you better. If he was a normal guy, he would have surely caused a much better first impression, and that was something he would never get back.

But instead, he was stuck on being wolf boy, the idiot who had panicked the moment he caught a whiff of your scent, his whole body going on overdrive, unable to contain himself. He couldn’t even ask you for your name, and now it wasn’t likely that he’d ever see you again, and all you would think of him was that he was a creep who was scared of talking to girls. Why couldn’t he just be normal?

He forcefully opened the door to the house that used to be his grandfather’s and now he shared with other 11 men, and slammed it shut behind him. Kris’ head popped up by the door.

“Everything alright?” He asked, eyeing his alpha curiously. His eyebrows raised in question.

“Hey Suho! Did you bring our pastries?” Asked Sehun as he jumped up from the sofa, and chased the older boy to the kitchen. Tao followed him closely behind.

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t get them.” Suho replied through gritted teeth. The younger kids moaned and complained.

“I said I was sorry, okay? Something came up” He replied, his eyes narrowing, and for the very first time in a long time, the younger boys stopped yapping, the full force of the alpha influence coming upon them. Suho sighed. Kris noticed this, and ushered the boys out of the kitchen, closing the door behind their complaining bodies, before turning to his alpha.

“What happened out there? Why did you come back looking like you’d seen a ghost?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest, as he leaned on the door. Suho turned to him, one eye brown, the other one a bright yellow, his chest heaving.

“It’s true Kris. The legends, they are all true.” He whispered, his words fast and harsh, as he grabbed the other boy’s arms, with eyes open wide in bewilderment. Kris looked at him with confusion plastered all over his face.

“What are you talking about Suho?” He questioned, looking at his alpha deep in the eyes, his bicolored eyes.

“The legends! About finding a mate, a partner. I think they are true… Today downtown, I saw  a girl, her scent drew me towards her, I was at the bakery, but all I could smell was her, her sweet scent. And then when our eyes met…. When our eyes met it was like instead of gravity, what held me on the ground was the pull on her. Kris… I think I bonded with this girl. I think we bonded Kris…”  Suho spoke, staring at his friend with eyes wide open, his heart pumping so harshly against his chest he thought it would pop right through.

“You bonded?” Kris whispered back harshly, mouth hanging open.

“SUHO HYUNG BONDED?!” They heard Jongdae and Baekhyun scream behind the door. Kris sighed, and stood away from the door, which was flung open. Suddenly the small kitchen was filled with the remaining 10 guys of the pack. Suho rolled his eyes.

“So it’s true, the legends are all true. It is possible to bond with someone?” Chanyeol asked, looking around, both excited and confused. Suho nodded looking at the ground.

“It seems so, yeah” Kris replied seriously, suddenly all 12 wolf boys seemed a little revolutionized, this was a whole new concept none of them had ever believed in.

“What is she like hyung? When will you bring her here to us?” Asked Tao, staring at the alpha with sparkly eyes full of  wonder and curiosity.

“I don’t know…” Suho mumbled. 11 faces turned to look at him with similar confused expressions, even Kris struggled to keep his cool as they all stared at their alpha like he had said something completely ridiculous.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Luhan snapped, questioningly, as he folded his arms over his chest.

“I ran away from her okay? I was overwhelmed. It completely dominated all of my senses! Our eyes met, and I was astounded. It was too much for me. How did you expect me to react?! I didn’t even believe things like these could happen and all of a sudden there I am standing like the world was shaking underneath me, and all I could see was her face. I was mortified!” Suho exclaimed, flailing his arms around as he turned away from the 11 prying stares. Kris chuckled, and placed his hand over the alpha’s shoulder. The other guys all shared a similar amused expression. Tao and Sehun looked at each other, silently speaking of how they both wished to experiment the same sensation soon.

“I’m sure you’ll meet her again. You’ve bonded after all… It’s only a matter of time before you meet her again.” Kris comforted his friend, with a small smile on his face. Suho smiled weakly at him, but deep down, he had lost all hopes to see you again.

They were all turning around to go back to the living room to continue watching a movie before dinner, when the bell rang, echoing through the house, bouncing off the walls. They all froze in place, sniffing the air for a familiar scent. The younger pups looked at each other questioningly; the scent didn’t belong to any of their neighbors, or any of the police officers. Kris turned towards Suho, whose pupils had dilated once again. His body began shaking, as he made his way towards the door.

His hand trembled as he stretched it over towards the handle. He opened the door as he took a deep breath. He felt his heart skip a beat. Time stopped for him. His breath hitched in his throat, and suddenly the only thing he could focus was your body at the door.

“Hi…” You whispered, your eyes glued to him, completely ignoring the fact that there were 11 other boys jumping on top of each other, and pushing each other around right behind him.

I Told You So

Group & Member: EXO’s Baekhyun

Genre: Highschool AU/Fluffish

Warnings: none

Your eyes were fixed on the auditorium stage as you lean into Baekhyuns ear. 

“How long do you think this assembly will last? I have to pee so bad” You whine in a low whisper. 

Baekhyun snorts in surprise, turning his face to you. 

“Remind me when we reached that point in our friendship in which you think it’s okay to share with me the status and updates of your bodily functions?” He whispers back, his voice low but teasing. 

A smirk spread across your face as you recall the moment. 

“Last week when you thought it would be funny to fart in the car and then lock the windows” 

Baekhyun erupted into laughter at the memory, causing a handful of confused faces to turn around to look at what the commotion was. 

You looked past him to see the angry glare of a teacher. Sinking low in your seat, you try and focus on the assembly. 

“I hope they know that this whole ‘no sex is safe sex’ mumbo jumbo never works” he says, rolling his eyes as the presenter droned on. 

“teen pregnancy rates are high, I guess this is their way of trying to combat that” you whisper back. 

You feel his knee nudge yours. You look at him to see a smirk spread across his face. 

“Well you’d need to have to sex to get pregnant so you have nothing to worry about” He says, winking. 

You feel your jaw clench at his joke. You narrow your eyes at him as he tries to muffle his laughter. 

You continued to glare at him, mouthing the words “I hate you” as his eyes crinkled from his smile. 

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Laundry Day

Prompt: Toys

Rating: M (NSFW)

She should have known he’d catch her red-handed.

Postponing laundry day was a mistake. 

It was a huge mistake. 

The worst mistake she has made by far. 

There was no reason outside of pure, unfiltered laziness. Well, and busy with the steady influx of job requests that kept the whole guild busy. Still, she had made a terrible mistake.

Her lax attentions have left her with one too-tight shirt, shorts that she had sworn she got rid of because of their scandalousness, and a bra that was classified as seductive lingerie. All of these she handled. It was the panties that posed the biggest problem.

The only pair of panties left for her while she waited for the wash were black and lacy, not really out of the ordinary for her. The problem was in the design of them…and the battery operated pad that was stitched in along her cleft and down between her folds.

Alas, her negligence had left her with a single pair of vibrating panties until the washer and dryer completed cycles.

She was walking on glass, trying to ignore the fact that she was indeed secretly wearing a sex toy around the entire guild.

It wasn’t like she could do her own laundry at her apartment. The landlady had claimed the machines first and with mountains of clothes; Lucy had no time to wait. There was only this day before the team left for a job tomorrow morning. She’d have to wash, dry, fold, and put away all before the train pulled out of the station.

The only other option was to brave the embarrassment and wash an emergency load at the guild. At least she could try and save face by acting normal. The key was to pretend she wasn’t doing something scandalous.

“Hey Elfman! Have the new jobs been posted?” she asked as casually as she could, approaching the muscled man that was towering over the cork board.

The man glanced at her with a grin, flashing a sheet of parchment that he had just ripped from the board. “It has! Are you man enough for another round of work?” he bellowed, letting her scan the request for a team to run off a flock of bats that were terrorizing a town.

She grinned back, “Aye sir!”

He nodded in satisfaction before turning away, pumping his fists as he went. “Alright! Let’s do this Fairy Tail!” he cried out, the guild echoing cheers in unison.

Laughing, Lucy returned the cheer, feeling that she gained some form of normality. That was, until a light buzz of the vibrator to her cleft stole the breath from her lungs, crippling her legs with pleasure. She crumpled down with a heavy gasp, fingers gripping her thighs harshly.

‘Whoa! Are you okay, Lucy?!” Gray yelped, leaping to her side from the table he sat at, hands hovering carefully over her shoulders. Even Jet and Droy pressed forward in concern, them being the second closest to her.

Aside from the suffocating horror that her panties were probably malfunctioning, Lucy desperately grasped for any lie to escape the truth. “I-I’m f-fine!” Her hands struggled to even move from her legs and accept the help the men were offering. “I t-think I tripped!”

She staggered up, smiling at the concerned looks, “Seriously, it was an accident! I’m fine!”

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More Than Colleagues (Public Request- Shusei’s smut)

Title: More Than Colleagues 
Fandom: Our Two Bedroom Story
Character: Shusei x Mieke (Reader, Smutqueen @smutmylifeup)
Genre: Smut
Notes: Request from my Smutqueen, hehe. I notice you use first person pov for your smut so I’ve done the same, hope u like this. 


“Oh I’m a lucky man to have you all lovely ladies to come visit me.”

Is he for real?! I have been working my ass off for this article as Shusei’s sent to hospital from a minor car accident. After another long day with Minato mockery and Tsumugu criticism all day, visiting Shusei is something I’ve been looking forward to and this is what I see: my man being surrounded by a bunch of girls from other departments and he’s obviously enjoying it!!!!!

Instead of spoiling his fun, I head to the bathroom with a more fun idea in mind, oh someone’s going to be sorry!!!!  Fortunately the bathroom is empty, putting an out of order sign in front and carefully locking the entrance door, making myself comfortable in one of the stalls and begin my naughty little game. Too bad I only have one hand free as the other is holding my phone for recording, I smile sweetly and blow a kiss to the camera before tilting the angle downwards to my cleavage, slowly unbuttoning my blouse and pushes the bra up a little as I give my left a nice firm squeeze, gently playing with my nipple and twitching it slightly to heat up.

The camera follows my hand downwards to my already rolled up skirt with a soaked panties, impatiently sliding it to the side I start rubbing my nub with my index finger. As my breathing increase, I can’t help but moan. “Hmmmm, babe… ” Then soon picking up the pace with two more fingers, causing enough friction to make me whimper, “Ahhh faster … Min…Minato….” With Shusei’s shock and jealous expressions in my mind, my high arrive pretty quickly.

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G/t OT3 Drabble: Together

((Ship warning: Contains Lewvithur (Lewis x Arthur x Vivi)

Small content warning: contains a small amount of blood and mention of a hand injury.

Hhhhh, greetings friends, sorry about my lack of consistent activity. Commencement is this weekend, and family stuff keeps happening on top of that/other things, so I’m not quite as active as I should be.

Anyway, this started off as a little idea I wanted to do for fun, and, in typical fashion, I ended up making it wayyyyy too long.

Anyway, here’s a drabble where two borrowers, Arthur and Vivi, scope out a restaurant named Pepper Paradiso, and end up getting discovered by a man working there named Lewis…

And things end up a lot better and lovey-dovey than any of them could have expected.

Anyway, have a self-indulgent thing, and apologies if this is a little awkward/different from my usual writing: this is my first time writing about the Peppers at great length/writing a more canon-ish Lewis/I have very little experience writing OT3 stuff/I’m rambling now, ignore me…

Have a thing.))

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Lando Levels of Betrayal

[Part 1 here]

At the Beacon Hills Christmas Market in his final year of college, Stiles isn’t expecting to bump into his high school crush. 2016w | AO3

For @stacinadia for the @stereksecretsanta 2016.

Note: This is an alternate universe of the first part where Stiles didn’t start baking for Derek and kept quiet about his crush instead. It will make more sense if you read the other part first!

The Beacon Hills Christmas market is a lot smaller than Stiles remembers it. It’s been four years since he was here last, four years since his final year of high school, and he nearly chokes on a wave of nostalgia as he traverses the rows of stalls beneath the failing light of late Sunday afternoon. Despite being smaller, the crowd turnout doesn’t seem to have changed, but the sorest difference is the empty space where Mandy Miller’s hot chocolate stall should have been, left empty out of respect for her sudden passing earlier in the year.

He shoves his hands in his pockets as he walks and doesn’t buy anything, half-feeling like an outsider viewing a scene of the past that he doesn’t have the ability to interact with. It isn’t until he gets to Mrs. Acker’s pie stall that he pauses, eyeing her cinnamon-sugar glazed apple pie. No matter how many years pass, any apple pie will always remind him of Derek Hale and the market in Stiles’ sophomore year when he’d spotted his crush eating a slice in private behind the stalls.

He’d entertained visions of having his own stall at the next year’s and dazzling him with his own baked goods for all of two seconds until he realised Derek was a senior and would be going off to college. It was a blow Stiles had taken almost the rest of his years of high school to get over and he hasn’t seen him since despite hearing the occasional tidbit from his dad that he was back in town for the holidays.

For old times’ sake, Stiles buys himself a slice to savour as he meanders through the rest of the market, trying to shake the mentality of an old man looking back on his greener years.

The Hale’s stall is in its usual spot, and Stiles freezes a good distance away, but it’s only manned by Mrs. Hale and her eldest daughter, while the back of Mr. Hale’s broad shoulders are just visible where he’s crouched down to unload more stock. With no sign of Derek, his urge to run fades, so Stiles steps up, squeezing through the crowd and soaking in the warmth radiating from the heated cabinets lining their space.

The Hale women are barely able to keep up with the stream of customers vying for their attention, so Stiles manages to go unnoticed. He’s just looking over their selection when Mr. Hale returns, stepping up to the counter space opposite.

“Can I help?”

Stiles is about to wave him on to the next customer, but his eyes flicker up to find it’s not Mr. Hale. It’s Derek.

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Glance Your Way (Tao Smut)

You begin walking to your car after a long day of work. You let out a heavy sigh as you realize you had to park in the back of the lot today. As your tired feet trek across the parking lot you feel a set of eyes on your back. You glance back but don’t see anyone. 

You are almost to your car when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you let out a small squeal. But as soon as you look into the most amazing pair of eyes the startled feeling subsides immediately. 

“I’m Zitao, Tao for short,” he introduces himself. “Sorry for scaring you. I just couldn’t stop staring at you,” he smoothly tells you. You barely hear what he is saying because you are in awe of his charm and good looks. 

“Oh, I’m, uh, I’m okay. Nice to meet you, I’m (insert name here),” you fumble with the words. He grins sexily. “I just wanted to catch you before you left. I know this is sudden but would you mind if I took you out? I promise to be a gentleman,” he slipped the joke in. You were now in shock. He wanted to take you out. And he had been the one who you felt watching you. What a pleasant surprise. You look at him, breaking your thoughts, and nod willingly. “Yes, sure, I’d love to,” your smile spreading widely across your face. 

You turn and open your car door, grabbing your spare shoes. Throwing off the uncomfortable heels. Meanwhile Tao just smirks. “You are short, but I like it,” he chuckles adorably. You feel your cheeks start to flush. You look at him. He is tall. Tall and so handsome. You shake your head and smile at him. “I’m ready, where are we going,” you push your nervousness back. 

He takes your hand lightly, “It’s a surprise,” he teases. Your heart skips a bit. You two walk back across the parking lot and down to the VIP level. You are speechless as you pass dozens of expensive cars. Why were we down here? He stops and opens the door to a red drop top Ferrari. You just stare blankly for a second. “This is yours,” you ask in disbelief. He laughs and nods. You get in carefully, still in disbelief. Tao hops into the driver side and soon the two of you are zooming down the street.

You enjoy the car ride. The wind whipping your hair and the sense of freedom you now felt. Tao repeatedly glanced over at you. A permanent smile on his face. He pulls up to a secluded spot overlooking the city. “It’s lovely,” you say out loud without thinking. Tao walks up and opens your door, staring intently into your eyes. “It’s not as lovely as you,” he whispers calmly. Your heart pounds in your chest as the nervousness creeps back up. 

He holds your hand as you walk closer to see the lights of the city. He turns you towards him. “Was this a good enough spot,” he asked, now seeming a bit timid. You grin widely. “Yes, it is amazing,” you admit happily. Without another word he presses his mouth on yours. Sliding his hand down to your waist, pulling you close. You tense up a bit and then let all of your worries go as you give into the sensations coursing through your body. Your hand rests on his chest now.

He suddenly pushes you onto the hood of the car. You are now turned on by the sudden force he is giving. He climbs smoothly onto the hood, hovering on top of you. You let out a small moan as you feel his breath on your neck. He pulls off his shirt and exposes his glorious body. You are now bursting with tension. “Fuck me,” you command. He blinks quickly, in shock of your aggressiveness. He pulls your dress up with no effort and slides your panties to the side not bothering to even take them off. He rubs you with one hand as he pulls himself out of his pants with the other. Without warning he slams into you and you scream as you feel him inside of you. “Oh Tao,” you moan, making him quicken his strokes. 

He pumps in and out with so much force that you nearly knock your head against the windshield. “Fuck you feel good,” he groans, gripping your hair a bit. You feel like you are about to cum but he abruptly pulls out and buries his head between your thighs unexpectedly. “Oh shit,” you moan so loud that you’re sure the whole city below can hear you. You cum so hard that your whole body shakes and Tao wastes no time, pulling you up, bending you over the hood, and fucking you from behind. He rapidly thrusts into you, sending you to a place you had never been before. He groans that he is about to come and you drop to your knees sucking every drop out of him as he releases. You both feel completely satisfied and in utter bliss. He helps you up and traces a circle around your lips. He smiles seductively and growls, “If you enjoyed this, then you’ll love what I have planned for our second date.”

Fight Song ~ Part 5 ~ Because Of You

Originally posted by himynameiskobe

Warnings: Drug use, abandonment, depression.

Pairings: Bucky X Reader X Steve

Word Count: 1893


Part 1 ~ The Other Stark

Part 2 ~ Uncharted Territory

Part 3 ~ Horse Uno

Part 4 ~ Dum Dum Dugan


The next morning I open my eyes to see that somehow I had ended up lying face to face with Bucky. My head was lying gently on his fleshy tricep, while the front of my body was pressed up against his. His metal hand was surprising holding mine, our fingers intertwined together. I feel something move behind me and I glance down to see Steve’s right arm wrapped around my waist. His broad chest pressed firmly against my back. How the hell did this happen? I remember falling out on Steve’s shoulder and that’s it. Sighing inwardly I continue to lay there not wanting to wake them up.

HEHE I’m the filling of a Super soldier sandwich. I bite my lips to keep from laughing. This was fine right? The sun hasn’t come up yet so I can enjoy this a little longer right? Enjoy it? Was that what I was doing? I had spent many nights with random men but this was different. I didn’t ‘screw’ them but even just sleeping side by side was enough to keep the nightmares and Devlin away. I glance toward the window and let out a sigh of relief to see that he wasn’t there. I look back over to the man lying face to face with me and smile.

Up close and personal he was even more handsome then I originally thought. Of course he was a smartass cocky little shit but that just added to his charm. I wanted to trace the line of his jaw with my finger but decided against it when I realized my free hand was pretty much underneath me. I smile as I close my eyes and try to get a few more hours of sleep before the inevitable thing happened and they both were awake.

Apparently though, it was too much to ask for; as I just laid there my mind racing. Last night I had told them more than I has ever told anyone ever before. Why? Was it because I felt safe with them? I hadn’t felt that way since I was little. Could I trust them? I feel Steve stir behind me and I quickly fake that I’m still asleep. I feel his body tense once he realizes that he is in fact holding me. He slowly starts to pull away making me suddenly aware that it is in fact really cold.

I shiver at the sudden chill and suddenly feel Bucky pull his hand from mine and pull me in closer causing my heart to race. He was warm, his body radiated heat. “Bucky, come on wake up.” Steve says causing Bucky to groan at him in annoyance. “Come on Buck, the storm hit while we were asleep; the powers out.”

“Just a few more minutes.” He groans out as he buries his face in my chest. OH MY GOD!

“Come on Buck, you’re gonna wake ____ up,” Steve says as quietly as he can.

“Alright, I’m getting up.” Bucky says as he rolls over onto his back and lets out a yawn.

“I’ll be downstairs trying to get a fire going.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I hear Steve’s footsteps leave the room and before I can do anything I hear Bucky say, “You gonna pretend to sleep all day or what?”

Yup, not moving.

“Alright then since you wanna play that game.” He says and then seconds later I feel soft lips on mine making my eyes widen. I quickly push away from him and end up slamming my butt on the floor as I fall off the bed.

“What the hell was that?!” I yell out at him as I stare wide eyed.

“Punishment for faking it.”

“You ass!”

“Come on, you know you liked it.”

“I absolutely did not like it!” I yell out as I jump to my feet and run into my bathroom slamming the door behind me. What the hell was he thinking? Taking a deep breath I realize my heart is racing in my chest. I reach up and gently place my fingers on my lips. Well this is a new feeling. I had been kissed many times but this was an entirely new feeling. Why? I hear the door to my room open and close and I let out a sigh of relief. I walk over to the mirror and looking at my reflection let out another sigh. I reach down to turn on the water letting the cool liquid run over my hands I silently thank god that I had hooked the well up to an alternative power source.

I walk over to the window and a bright smile crosses my lips as I realize that not only was their ice but a lot of snow. I run back into my room and making sure to lock my door, I quickly change my clothes into something warmer. I settled for a pair of blue jeans, some knee high argyle socks, my always keep fighting supernatural shirt, and black leather coat. I grab my gloves and beanie and head for the front door. I stop momentarily to put on my work boots before running out the door and into the snow.

Once I am far enough from the porch I throw myself down into the snow and laugh out loud as I make a snow angel. As I move my arms back and forth creating the wings a lost memory creeps into my mind.

“Do you like snow _____?”

“Yes mommy! It’s so pretty!”

“Snow is very pretty my beautiful baby girl, It’s even magical.”


“Uh huh,” She wraps her arms around me tightly and smiles as she continues, “Anything can happen when it snows. I met your father for the first time when it was snowing.”

“You did?” I say an excited look on my face.

“I did, he was really handsome. You know he’s a genius just like you my flower.”


“No sweetie Genius, like really smart.” She says her long red hair flowing in the breeze.


“You know whatever may happen in the future, I want you to remember me every time it snows; can you do that for me?”

“But won’t you always be with me?” I ask my eyes staring into her green ones. I suddenly realize that her eyes look sad.

“Everyone leaves at some point baby, but even when that happens we still remember them.”

“I don’t want you to leave me!” I cry out as I grip tightly to her arms.

“______,” She says her eyes staring at me with worry.

“No, don’t leave me like grandpa did!” I cry out as I thrash against her chest.

“_____ that’s enough!” She yells out making me shrink back away from her. “I-I’m sorry sweetie. I’m so sorry.”

Then as always it drifts into a different scene a more painful scene.

“Mommy! Please I’m sorry I was bad! Don’t send me away! MOMMY!” I cry out as tears stream down my face. She stares at me with sad eyes as she clutches tightly to the bag of drugs in her arms.

“Please take care of her; I will definitely be back for her.” She says to the man holding me back.

“Sure thing Lily, now run along. I’ve got more business to attend to.” Devlin says as his grip tightens on my arm causing it to bruise.

“MOMMY NO!” I scream out as she turns and runs away leaving me alone with Devlin. Once she is gone he reaches down and lifts me into his arms saying, “Well aren’t you a pretty girl?”

I quickly shake my head as I force the memories out of my mind. My back starts to numb at the coldness seeping through. I sit up and letting out a sigh push myself to my feet and head toward the barn. When I reach it I pull open the door and am instantly hit in the face with warm air. Well I’m glad JARVIS kept the horses warm. I hear a growl to my right and turn to see Baldr staring behind me back toward the house. I let out a sigh as I gently pat his head and say, “They’re friend’s boy,”

I turn back to look into the barn and smile as five horse heads pop out and whinny at me. “Good morning ladies and gents! Who’s hungry?” I smile as I hear their whinnies and cracking my knuckles say, “Good Morning JARVIS,”

“Good morning miss, do you wish utilize the auto feeders?”

“Yes sir, and can you open the closet so I can grab the horse blankets?”

“Of course miss. Do you intend to release them out into the paddock?”

“I do, everyone deserves to play in the snow today.”

“Do you need the mach 52 miss?”

“Nope I plan on doing it all by myself today.”

“Very well miss, oh you have an incoming call from Agent Barton would you like me to patch him through?”

“Of course,” I say as I reach into the now open blanket closet and start pulling them out.

“Hey Peanut, how was the sleepover with Cap and Bucky?” Clint says making you narrow your eyes.

“Your lucky I like you so much or the fact that you just called me Peanut would get you shot.”

“Promises promises, how many times have you said that now? 4? 5?”

“Twenty-seven and counting.”

“You really have no life do you?”

“Nope, now what did you need?”

“I was just curious how things went after Tony left last night,”

“They went fine, although I got a little drunk and almost threw up on Bucky. Other than that it was pretty fun.”

“I heard you had an incident, do you wanna talk about it?” He says and I clench my jaw.

“I’m fine now, I promise. I just needed a moment,”

“You still seeing Devlin?” Barton asks making my heart stop.

“Unfortunately yes, it was really bad last night; but thanks to Cap and Bucky I slept pretty well.”

“Oh come on you three didn’t!”

“NO! God, why does your mind always go there?!”

“Well you said-”

“Jesus Barton, that’s not what I meant you dirty old man.”

“My bad, geez, so what did you mean?”

“Promise you won’t tell the old man.”

“Agent’s honor,”

“I was so freaked out and I kept seeing Devlin so I asked the two of them to stay the night with me. We shared a bed and that’s it.”

“You hear that Nat?” Clint says and my eyes widen.

“Sure did, you do realize that now I get to torment the hell out of you right?” She says and I roll my eyes.

“Of course you were listening, when are you not?” I say as I start walking toward the nearest stall.

“You know I love you _____,”

“Lies, lies, lies.” I say as a smirk crosses my lips.

“So are we still on for the weekend?” Nat asks and I pause.

“What’s supposed to happen this weekend?” I ask as I set the blanket down and reach out to grab the stall door.

“Please don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday?” She says a long annoyed sigh think on her voice.

“Oh well apparently I did,” I say as I reach out and gently reach for the line back dun mare’s halter. She turns to me and gently places her head in my hand before snorting. I smile as I reach down and lifting up the blanket gently place it on her back.

“Not good ____, you know we have a big party planned for you. I am so disappointed.”

“You can’t always get your way Nat.” I say as I quickly clip the latches and walking over to the wall press on a hidden board making a door open to the outside. The mare sniffs the snow before she instantly runs outside to play in it.

“Of course I can,” She says as I do the same with the other horses. “Any who, your old man’s got something special planned so don’t go anywhere okay?”

“Yeah yeah,” I say as I let the last horse outside.

“Alright peanut, duty calls.”

“Okay you two be safe and I want souvenirs dammit!” I yell out as I start to walk back to the front of the barn.

“Sure thing Stark.” Nat says before the line goes dead. I smirk as I close the blanket closet.

“Would you like to start the cleaning process miss?” JARVIS asks and I nod.

“If you wouldn’t mind. I’m gonna utilize the hot water in the apartment upstairs. If either Steve or Bucky asks where I am tell them I’ll be down in a few.”

“Yes miss.” He says and I look down at Baldr who is staring at me his icy eyes searching mine for any hint of sadness.

“I’m alright Baldr,” I say as I lean down and gently rub his head making him lean into my touch. “Now go on, I need you to watch the horses; can you do that for me?” He barks and I smile. “Then off with you,” He instantly turns and runs outside. I shake my head as I head for the stairs and up to the spare apartment I had built when I was still building my house. Thankfully it had hot water unlike my house which had no electricity at all at the moment. I was gonna enjoy this shower no matter what.

Will Continue in ~ Hallucinations 

Just a cutesy Pinescone confession fic, with dorks bein’ dorks

Rated T
1,200 words

“You tired?” Dipper asked after seeing Wirt yawn yet again. It, like many things about Wirt, was totally endearing and it brought a smile to Dipper’s face.

“Well, yeah. Alas, not all of us can learn the ways of the night owl like you can, Dip.” Wirt leaned his head on his hand and smiled at the computer. “I mean, if…maybe if I was in California and you were in Massachusetts, this would be easier since it’s earlier over there, but, then, well, it would be easier if we were both living in one of those places and that—that’s not a thing, um, sadly.” Wirt frowned. Maybe he was more tired than he realised, rambling on like that.

“Mmmm. You should probably, like, go to sleep…at some point…” He considered this. “But if you can stay up later…that would be…you know, cool.”

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