Summary: There’s nothing wrong with not being the most experienced person in the bedroom. In fact, some people find it rather attractive, particularly James Buchanan Barnes. Although you express how much you want him, Bucky remains distant; he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you. So what do you do? You elicit Sam’s help.
Warnings: jealous!Bucky x inexperienced!Reader, fluff, smut, biting kink
A/N: Inspired after spending some quality time with @mermanbuckybarnes and learning just how jealous Bucky can get.
Bucky’s hands remained firmly on his lap, his eyes glued to the television screen. Black Swan was on and Bucky was entranced by the symbolism, striking colors, phenomenal acting, and the now on screen sex scene between Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman.
Your eyes raked over his body. His breathing had visibly increased, a sheen of sweat beginning to form on his skin, his hands moving ever-so-slightly to cover the growing erection in his pants; his tongue darting out to lick his lips, pulling in his bottom lip and dragging it between his teeth to quiet a moan. His eyes met yours when he felt your attention on him.
“You’re missing the movie, doll.” His voice had dropped an octave.
“Oh, you’re much more interesting than the movie, trust me.” You nibbled on your bottom lip contemplating whether or not to act on your lustful thoughts.
You took a deep breath and reached for the remote, pausing the movie. You tossed it across the room before Bucky could grab it, shifting your position and climbing on top of his lap. His hands found your hips as you started grinding yourself against him; he worked you into an even rhythm.
“What’re you doing?” He whispered in your ear as you trailed kisses up his neck.
“You.” You tangled your fingers in his hair and yanked on the strands. “Fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, Sarge.”
“(Y/N)…” Bucky’s grip tightened on your hips.
“Oh, fuck!” Your clit was getting the attention it needed. “P-Please, Buck.”
“I…” Bucky sighed and stopped his movements, bringing your own to a halt. “I can’t.” He shook his head and lifted you off his lap. “I, uh, I’ll just see you later, doll.”
You tried to call out after him but he was gone in a flash. You plopped onto your back and groaned loudly, ignoring the ringtone symbolizing Sam blasting from your phone. That’s when the idea hit you and you knew exactly what you had to do.
the prompt: Jungkook scenario when your pregnant unplan baby he finds the test when you get home he starts yelling, blaming you throwing things,tells you to gtfo of his life with the baby saying fucked up things. So you leave Korea 3 year later you come back with your daughter and you guys see each other again he tries to win you back angst beginning but fluff ending?
category: heavy angst + fluff ending
author note: it’s time to see how good destinee’s character development skills are. also y/n didn’t leave, jungkook did. hope that’s okay. im so proud of myself for writing this?? I didn’t give up and I’m glad i didn’t. anyway, this took forever to write you can literally see my writing improve as you keep reading its kind of funny anyway let’s go!
Pairing:Jungkook x Reader
Genre:Angst and smut.
“I hate you.” You mumbled again as you bit your lip, trying anything to get him to have a fit and storm off, but of course, that wasn’t it — that just got him angrier. “I’m gonna get you to take that back.” He said in a low tone, pulling his t-shirt over his head before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans quickly.
A/N: ALRIGHTY YALL! This one gets a lil wild!
😭 But it was super fun to write! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah
By the way, I added in a hidden Marvel character, let’s see if you guys can find them! (;
Warnings: Angst. Swearing. Light smut. Violence.
The cry you let out shook Bucky to his core.
The only thing he could think was that maybe this was the universe’s way of finally punishing him for all he’s done. If it was, he’d do anything in his power to rewind these past two days. What he did had absolutely nothing to do with you, but from his experience with life so far, that didn’t really matter.
The sound of the door opening broke his trance.
“What are you doing in here?” Elisa stood in front of the two security guards. “There’s a patient in here! You need to leave.”
One of the guards peered over at you and then Bucky. He pulled out some kind of device and began speaking into it. That send a wave of panic through you.
“We need Ms. Y/L/N to come with us at once.” The other one spoke harshly. He stepped around Elisa and began walking towards you.
Immediately, Bucky ushered you behind him with his arm, placing himself between the two of you.
“You’re not taking her anywhere,” Bucky spat. You could hear the growl rumbling through his chest as he spoke. You wrapped a hand around his arm, peeking around his shoulder.
Elisa was still standing in front of the other security guard. Her hands on her hips as she all but cursed him out. She was livid.
“-my hospital wing and you will not just waltz in here in the middle of a private examination! That is illegal!” She exclaimed. The guard tried to step around her, only for the woman to plant a foot in front of it, blocking him once again.
Bucky slowly began backing away, his flesh hand wrapped around yours protectively. There was no way they could take him out, you knew that. You’ve seen footage of what he could do. But the last thing you wanted was to create a giant ruckus.
“Move aside. Now!” The man barked at Bucky, stepping closer.
Your hand tightened around his hand as he pushed you back even more.
“Y/N,” Bucky said over his shoulder. Your eyes snapped upwards, meeting his blue ones. Somehow, he looked eerily calm. How in the hell could he be?
“Yes?” You squeaked. You could feel your legs shaking underneath you.
“When I count to three, I need you to run as fast as you can out of this room. Do you hear me?” His voice was soft, but you could sense the panic underneath it.
You shook your head rapidly. “No, not without you!”
He gripped your hand tighter. “Y/N, this isn’t a negotiation, sugar.” The guard began walking towards you at full force. Oh no….
“One…” he counted.
“Two….” he pushed you away from him as the guard threw a punch.
“Y/N, run!” Bucky shouted as he caught the man’s punch with ease and twisted his arm in an unnatural position.
Wasting no time, you raced towards the door, only for the other security guard to swipe at you. Elisa picked up one of the medical trays and brought it down on his head with all her might.
“Y/N, Go!” She exclaimed.
You dashed down the hallway as fast as your legs could carry you. Behind you, could could hear heavy footsteps, which only caused you to panic even more. You turned the corner, nearly colliding with the wall.
You felt the fabric of the hospital gown tug harshly, causing you to slow down. Not knowing what else to do, you swung your elbow backwards into the person’s face.
“Ms. Y/L/N, that’s enough!”
You wiggled in their grasp, kicking your legs with all your might. This earned you a violent slap to your face. That was a terrible way of treating a pregnant woman, but then again, they wanted you sterilized. They didn’t give two cares if the baby got hurt.
You shrieked as the man began carrying you away. You immediately went into a full panic. You dragged your nails down his arms, digging into the flesh. You kicked his sides as he tried to haul you away.
“Grab her legs!” The man called to someone. You felt foreign hands grasping your feet, preventing them from moving.
You screamed as loud as you could, flailing your arms. This wasn’t happening! There was no way they could do this legally! This was forced sterilization.
Suddenly, you felt a sharp stabbing pain on your thigh. Looking down, you saw that one of the men had gave you a sedation shot.
Before you could think, you saw the bright light of Tony’s Iron Man. He grabbed one of the men and flung him across the room. You felt the other man’s grip loosen on you, followed by screams.
“Y/N?” Tony’s voice trembled as he knelt down beside you. You could feel yourself slowly fading away, the sedative working quickly throughout your system.
“Steve, get a medical team over here now!” He shouted over his shoulder. The last thing you saw was his worried face above you.
“How is this even legal?” Pepper asked as she re-read the document for the third time. The last she heard of a delta sterilization waiver was in the late eighties and that was in an extreme case. People didn’t do this anymore, so it made her wonder.
What kind of man was your father?
As far as she knew, you were a grown woman. Completely capable of making your own decisions on any aspect. What gave him the right to play doctor in this situation? It was completely insane.
“Her father is one sick bastard.” Sam commented from the kitchen. He popped open the top to his beer and took a sip. “Who agrees to sterilize their child?”
Tony sighed and rubbed his temples. One day. He was gone for one day and somehow the following managed to happen:
Barnes knocked you up.
Natasha tried to knock you up but failed.
You’re scheduled for a forced sterilization and termination.
Bucky literally killed two shield security guards.
How did this even happen? Did he really need to hire a babysitter for these fools? Bucky was a hundred years old, for fuck’s sake. And you were the most mature young adult he’s ever met. But maybe things changed. How was Tony supposed to convince the law Bucky was acting in self defense this time?
Tony felt a bit salty towards this whole thing with you and Barnes.
How could he not? You were -dare he say it- the last piece of family he had, yet somehow Bucky managed to take you as well. God, he hoped the man didn’t have some kind of grudge towards him and did it as retaliation. He didn’t seem that petty.
“Are there any loopholes around this waiver?” Tony asked, taking a sip from his coffee. He might as well inject it, he needed to be as woke as a 9/11 conspiracy theorist today.
“It says here that only Mr. Y/L/N can break the waiver.” Pepper said quietly, completely lost in thought.
“Yeah, we already know that.”
“WAIT!” Wanda suddenly exclaimed, standing up from her spot on the couch. Her eyes were wide as she scurried towards Pepper. She snatched the paper from her and held it up to her face, her brows furrowed as she read carefully.
Everyone eyed each other in confusion.
Tony totally forgot she even lived here now.
“What is it?” Steve asked, peering over her shoulder. She gasped, setting the paper on the desk.
“I think I just found a way to fix this!” She smiled, her eyes shining with hope.
Bucky gently rubbed small circles into the flesh of your stomach. He hadn’t left your side for anything.
You were still asleep beside him, your back pressed against his chest, your body curled against his. It was strangely intimate for two people that weren’t bonded and Bucky had to remind himself that each time he felt like he was getting too comfortable.
This time, he would get your consent above anything else.
Who knows? Maybe you two will end up being great companions? He didn’t want that in the slightest -he wanted you a hundred percent. But if you only wanted to see him once a year, he’d agree just to see you content.
You stirred slightly, shifting your position so that you were facing him. Your hair fell over your face as you opened your eyes, completely oblivious to what happened since going under.
You inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. You really enjoyed that. But your body seemed to enjoy it even more. You placed small kisses along his collarbone, earning a small sigh from him. The arousal between your legs was back, but this time you wanted to let nature take its course. You were too exhausted to fight it off again.
“Y/N,” Bucky spoke, his voice caught you off guard. Peering up at him, you gave him a small smile.
“Hi,” you greeted, your voice rough from all the screaming earlier. You sounded like you had gargled glass.
He ran his metal hand through your hair. You practically purred as he did so. How did he manage to do this to you without even trying?
“What happened after I left?” You asked timidly. It was unclear whether or not you really wanted to know. Was Elisa okay? You hoped so.
Bucky tensed at your question and you could see the panic in his eyes. Oh no, was she okay? Was the baby okay?
“I don’t remember,” he confessed, although he sounded like he didn’t believe that himself. “Steve said I had another episode. And that those guards…”
“Are they okay?” You honestly didn’t give a damn if they were, but you still needed to know if they were at least alive. Bucky could be in serious trouble if he killed people.
“Steve said that one of them is in the ICU. The other…” your eyes widened. You sat up from the bed and pulled the covers back. Immediately, you re-covered yourself.
To your surprise, you were no longer wearing the hospital gown. In fact, you weren’t wearing anything at all except the white cotton panties that was underneath. You heard Bucky’s breath hitch and you blushed.
“We’re screwed aren’t we?” You asked over your shoulder.
“That’s not that very positive, kiddo.” He chuckled. You felt his metal hand rub your back softly, soothing the tension in you once again.
“C’mon, doll,” he whispered, gently pulling your shoulder backwards until you were lying on your back again.
His hand traveled down to your stomach and began rubbing it in small circles. You let out a small sigh at the coolness of his metal hand on your warm flesh. You could get used to this.
Bucky rested his chin on top of your head, humming softly with content. He could get used to this, too. It felt so…right. Like this is supposed to be happening, but did you feel like that?
You closed your eyes. The circles on your stomach slowly lulled you to sleep, until you felt them traveling lower and lower. Your eyes opened, not so much that he could tell, but enough to peer down and see what he was doing.
His fingers slid underneath the waistband of your panties and snaked their way between your legs. Hey ghosted over your lips, barely connecting with the soft flesh. Your breath began to grow uneven. He slowly spread your folds with his fingers, and ran his middle finger over your clit.
Your hand instantly flew to his bicep, clutching it tightly. You felt Bucky place a kiss onto your temple as his middle finger rubbed small circles into your nub. The moan that escaped your lips sent shivers throughout Bucky and he yearned to hear it as many times as possible.
“You like this, baby?” he asked, rubbing harsher circles. You let out a whimper and nodded furiously.
“Yes, alpha.” You moaned, closing your eyes at the feeling of his fingers.
Bucky bent downwards, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it harshly. Your back instantly arched into his mouth. His fingers ceased their circles and teased your entrance slowly, before sliding inside your heat.
“Oh, Bucky…” you mewled, leaning your head back onto the pillows. His fingers felt even better than before and you could feel yourself growing closer to your release. Just a few more strokes of his fingers…
“-found a way to help Y/N- OH MY GOD!” Steve practically kicked the door open, causing it to slam against the wall.
“STEVE, WHAT THE FUCK!” Bucky shouted as he shot up from the bed. With a shriek, you grabbed the sheets and covered your body. God damn it, Steve! Captain America could survive being frozen for seventy years, but he couldn’t use common courtesy?
“I’m sorry!” he apologized, shielding his eyes with his hands. “I didn’t think you would be…fonduing in here!”
You cringed. What was he on about? What did fondue have to do with this? You didn’t even like cheese that much.
“What do you need? I’m kind of preoccupied here.” Bucky snapped. Steve rolled his eyes before looking over his hands.
“We found something, I think it’s a way to get Y/N out of this contract.”
“Y/N?” Elisa asked as she re-read the document in her hands. The entire team was in the common room now, with you seated on the couch next to Bucky. He hadn’t let go of you for more than a few seconds at a time.
“Is this true?” You felt everyone’s eyes on you.
Truth be told, you hadn’t spoken to him in over three years. But you hoped -no prayed, that he’d do this for you, just this once. He hated you, you knew that, but you were practically children the last time you saw each other. However, he did live in Louisiana, on the other side of the country. You doubted he even knew you were in New York after what happened.
With a deep breath, you nodded.
“His name is Remy,” you said, looking around the room at everyone’s shocked faces. “Remy Y/L/N, he’s my older brother.”
“If that’s true,” Peter chimed in from beside Tony. “He’s a blood relative and an alpha. He can break the waiver!”
“There’s a problem,” you pulled out a small file from inside your loose jacket. Everyone’s eyebrows raised. How did you even fit that in there.
“What’s the problem?” Bucky asked, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly.
“He uh…isn’t exactly too fond of the law. In fact,” you open the file to reveal your brother’s picture. Gosh, he hasn’t changed a bit.
So I decided to do a little collaboration with the beautiful @sketchyy-pencil with using her art as inspiration to write HCS for the cute doggies c: I have her permission to use her art. The drawings are hers and you can find the post HERE with their names HERE
Zen’s Dog: Jun the Siberian Husky
He was hungry for love… hungry for being wanted… hungry for someone to run up to him and welcome him home…. but also… someone to be there for him as a friend…..who looks up to him…. THAT IS WHY HE GOT A DOG. Dogs are loyal, love you unconditionally, will welcome you home, will look up to you, THEY ARE A MANS/WOMENS BEST FRIEND COME ON. He went to a breeder, and found this dog who was being ignored by everyone else. All of its brother and sisters were playing without him and when hew white dog tried to play with them, they growled at him and he walked away. THE FEELS WERE HIT OKAY. ZEN WAS GETTING THOSE FLASHBACKS AND HE RAN TO THE DOG AND HUGGED HIM SAYING THAT HE WILL BE HIS NEW FATHER. He took the puppy home and educated himself on how to take care of a husky.
Look, Zen becomes the way Jumin is with Elizabeth the 3rd. Zen practices his lines with the dog. He got a little care seat on his motorcycle so the dog can go with him to his special place. You do not fuck with his dog. The dog is like an exact replica of Zen. White fur with Red eyes making all the other dogs want to be him or want to be with him. The dog is really there for Zen in a emotional level. They both know how it is to be ignored and not loved. Okay TBH, Jun rarely gets dog food, he gets meat, chicken, ham, all that good stuff. Zen makes sure he runs the the fat off so he doesn’t get sick D: He makes sure the dog takes frequent ice baths c: He loves to go to the park and play catch with his doggie. They cant be there for long because of fans wanting to take pictures. BEST BELIEVE THIS DOG IS THERE POSING FOR THE PHOTO
Yoosung’s Dog: Rin the Corgi
Yoosung was tired of feeling lonely all the time and he decided to do something about it. He decided to join a new club at campus and he decided to join the CORGI APPRECIATION SQAUD club. He always wanted to be apart of a squad so he was an active member c: He started to find appreciation to the breed and decided to get one of his own c: The club gave him directions to this adoption center and thats where he met his best friend RIN THE CORGI :,D Rin was Yoosungs hype dog! Yoosung bought LOL shirts for her and everything. He loVES PLAYING WITH HER TINY LITTLE LEGS!!! HE LIKS TO FLICK IT AND SING TO HER WHILE HE RUBS HER BELLY. SHE BRINGS HIM HAPPINESS. LIKE HE BUYS PAJAMAS FOR HER AND EVERYTHING. REASON TO LIVE. REASON TO DO GOOD IN SCHOOL. SHE IS JUST A GOOD GIRL. LOVES TO HUG. SHE TRIPS SOMETIMES BUT ITS OKAY. YOOSUNG PICKS HER UP AND TAPS HER BUT A BIT.
HE TOOK HER A SHOWER. HE FILLED HIS TUB HALF WAY. PLOPPED HER IN WITH GOGGLES AND EVERYTHING. HER BUTT FUCKING FLOATED. HE LEGIT CRIED CAUSE IT WAS TOO CUTE.
Saeran’s Dog: Ciel the Doberman
Saeran actually met Ciel in the worst way possible. Ciel was Saerans personal guardian angel.
When Rika manipulated Saeran to join Mint Eye, he wasn't “conditioned” yet. He didnt know what Rika meant by that but 2 months later he was locked in the basement with little food and water. Men wearing white robes and black masks came in the basement and hosed down Saeran leaving him soaked and wet. They have him eat special food 3 times a day and thats all he gets. He doesn’t have clothes or a blanket. He just has a mattress and a pillow. He couldn’t believe Saeyoung would trade his freedom for his brother. Rika finally was convincing him that Saeyoung left him to die and that he must be cleansed by the lord. “The enemy is the RFA. The stole my happiness away from me. My main target is my own flesh and blood Saeyoung Choi. Mission? To Kill Him.” That was all he was thinking about when he was holding himself in the night trying to spread warmth throughout his body. Later in the night, he heard rapid footsteps around the basement. He thought it was a rat but he rubbed his eyes to try and see better. His vision cleared a bit and he saw a white puppy hiding behind one of the boxes holding bread in its mouth. The puppy looked at Saeran and ran into one of the empty boxes. Saeran went closer to the pups territory and kneeled down extending its hand so the puppy can know Saeran means no harm. The puppy trusted him and from that day on, the dog shared its stolen meal with Saeran and cuddled with him in the night so they both can stay warm.
However one afternoon, the puppy was hiding in its box waiting for nightfall to sneak out and grab food. The puppies nap was rudely interrupted when Rika and her followers barged into the basement to beat up Saeran because they accused him of stealing food. The three masked men were punching and kicking him leaving Saeran defenseless. The puppy didn’t think twice leaving his hidden box and went to attack the men. The puppy was biting their legs as if they were pieces of meat protecting his friend. Rika saw what was happening and was about to attack the puppy till Saeran interfered and protected his friend. Saeran finally decided to fully join her and her cult if they let him and his friend live like decent beings. Rika agreed knowing the medicine was now taking affect. She gave them a room and Chef to feed them and everything. From that day on, they were eachs other ride or die.
Jihyun/V’s Dog: Angel the Australian Shepard
Angel traveled around the world with V. She is a very loyal and friendly dog. The only problem V had with Angel is that for an odd reason, she hated Rika. Whenever Rika walked into the room, Angel growled and walked away. When Rika tried to cuddle with V, Angel jumped on the couch and sat on his lap demanding attention. Rika hated Angel and Angel hated her. She tried to convince V to get rid of Angel because her excuse was it was “damaging the relationship”. He told her no that he rather lose her than Angel. Angel barked and slept with V while Rika was planning on a thing called Mint Eye. Rika told V about her idea and Angel went and laid on top of V and growled at her. A sun can always disappear but an Angel will always be there.
MC’s Dog: Shin the Dalmatian
This dog is legit the worse dog guard ever. Zen convinced MC to get a dog to make sure she is safe and protected. She told Zen she already had a dog and that her name was Shin and that she was your pride and joy. The whole RFA felt better knowing you had a dog there ready to protect its master from any harms way.
V saw the messages and began to freak out thinking the dog could possibly smell the bomb so he just never logged back in LMAO IM SORRY HE HAS IMPORTANT SHIT TO DO
However, MC didnt tell them that Shin is the most friendliest dog ever. She plays with everyone and loves to play little jokes. MC usually smiled because Shin had the same personality as the person who gave MC the adorable Dalmatian, MC’s grandfather c: Whenever she had to make phone calls or answer emails for the party, Shin was mostly annoyed because she wasn’t getting any attention
When MC heard her window shattered she was frighten seeing a white haired man in her home. She knew that was Unknown but before she could say anything, Shin jumped ontop of the man knocking him to the floor. Shin was wagging her tail with a ball in her mouth. Unknown did not expect that reaction.
Unknown started to play fetch with Shin and joined them for dinner eating spaghetti with them.
Seven’s Dog: Chip the Shibu Inou
He was inspired to get this dog because he saw a meme on social media about Doge and he wanted one so bad. Screw Elly, if she didnt want or need his love, he was going to give it to someone who needs it. He decided to go to a shelter hoping he can find famous meme breed and after 8 different shelters, he couldn’t find the meme breed D: He was beginning to lose hope but he decided to try one more shelter. When he entered the shelter, he saw a 7 month year old Shibu Inu and he screeched like a little girl. He ran towards their cage and was beginning to baby talk to it. He paid for the papers and everything. He didnt prepare to have a animal in its home, so he fed it honey buddah chips. When the dog stuck his face inside the bag it got stuck and Seven began laughing. He removed the bag from the puppies face and noticed there was a chip on it heads. He decided to call his perfect companion Chip :) Short for Honey Buddha Chips :) The thing he loves the most is named after his love :,D
Seven decided to wear a Shibu Inu costume and slept on the floor with Chip so Chip wouldn’t feel lonely :,) After a couple of days later, he brought chip to sleep with him in his bed because the floor was getting uncomfortable. When Chip started to sleep with Seven, Sevens nightmare started to fade away. The guilt he carried inside his head and heart was being cured by chip, but it didnt mean his episodes stopped. One night Seven was having episodes when he was coding because he thought he saw a code saying “Saeran” in binary and he totally lost it. He fell to the ground crying grabbing his own hair. Chip grabbed a potato and ran to Seven giving the potato to him. He then went on his lap and cuddle him giving of “I’m here, everything will be okay vibes” :)
Jumin’s Dog: King Charles the German Shepard
Jumin only thought about getting a dog because he was getting tired of Saeyoung trying to sneak into his pent house and grab Elizabeth 3rd.
He knew Saeyoung could get past the guards and fuck up the security system easily, so he decided to tell Assistant Kang to look for breeder that has the highest qualifications to breed guard dogs. He finally got the information from Assistant Kang and personally went with Elizabeth 3rd to find the perfect dog to protect Elizabeth. Of course Elizabeth must come along to help him find the perfect dog that is suitable for her taste. He had Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms with security guards around him because he was paranoid a dog might react aggressively seeing a precious feline.
He entered the training camp and noticed how obedient the dogs where, but they already belong to the trainers. The breeder took him to the 1-2 year old dogs who matured enough to be obedient. He walked in the special area and there was this black German Shepard that has been eyeing Jumin and Elizabeth from far away. Jumin didnt notice because he was noticing how Elizabeth the 3rd was feeling a bit nervous. Jumin didnt notice that there was an untrained angry dog on the lose and it was heading towards Elizabeth the 3rd. Elizabeth knew she was in danger and jumped out of her fathers arm and ran for it, she put Forest Gump to shame, she was having her own kitty Vietnam flashbacks. Jumin notice the angry dog about to attack Elizabeth till a black German Shepard who’ve been observing the whole situation decided to attack the other dog and defend Elizabeth. The two dogs were fighting till the owner of the untrained dog got a hold of the rude dog and took him back to his cage for training. Jumin ran quickly to the fierce black German Shepard and notice it had a bite mark around its neck. He noticed Elizabeth 3rd climb onto the back of the dog and licked the battle wound and Jumin fell in love with the dog. He bought the dog right away and he was preparing paperwork to sue the trainer for almost hurting his precious feline. He welcomed King Charles with open arms because it saved his heart, his everything, Elizabeth 3rd.
Jumin left a camera in the penthouse and camped out in his car to see if King Charles can do his job
1 hour later Seven sneaked in and right when he made it pass the kitchen, King Charles attacked Seven by barking and chasing him off the penthouse.
Jumin trained him to not the hurt the RFA but to scare them LMAO
when he noticed everything on the camera, he bought King Charles a diamond collar.
Jaehee’s Dog: Mocha the Beagle
This precious little Beagle is Jaehees best friend. She is always waiting for Jaehee to come home from a long day of being Jumins slave. She picked up Mocha while she kicked off her shoes and threw her fake as glasses on the couch. She gave Mocha a quick kiss on her adorable forehead and gently flicked her long soft ears. UGH MOCHAS EARS.
Jaehee then went to kitchen and placed Mocha on the chair and began talking to Mocha about her day while making coffee. People may not believe her when she tells them, but Mocha actually responds back by giving different variations of a bark. If she disagrees with something, mostly what Jumin makes her do, Mocha gives a mad bark with a little growl. If she agrees, she barks happily with a little pant.
Jaehee just smiles at her canine thanking the moment she first met Mocha.
It was a heavy rainstorm that on particular night and Mr. Han offered to take Jaehee to her apartment because she took a cab to work. She politely agreed and hold and umbrella over Mr. Hans head so he wouldn’t get wet.
Her whole left shoulder was soaking wet but she had to do it for her boss. They were halfway there to the limo but she heard a faint cry. She stopped and Mr. Han got a bit week and looked annoyed. He was tugging her to continue walking but she didnt. She kept looking for the noise and saw a box with a little head poking outside of it. She dragged Mr. Han to the car and pushed him inside and ran back to help the helpless creature. She almost lost her job but she knows Jumin cant find no one better than her. :)
A/N: I don’t know why I try writing fluffy things, because they’re awful most times. I also changed the lyrics of LOFP a little, sorry.
Word count: 2,066
A faint noise rang in my ears, but not nearly loud
enough to pulled me out of my heavy sleep. Only seconds later, I felt the faint
squeezes on my arms. When I finally managed to open them, the room was too dark
for me to see anything properly.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes, feeling just how sore they
were. I blinked a few times, before finally being able to see shadows in the
“Daddy, daddy” she cried again, forcing down my gaze.
Summary: Dean says “I love you” every single day. He just doesn’t do it with words.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 1248
Warnings: light smut(very light, trust me guys). Fluff, fluff, fluff and fluff.
Author’s Notes: So I was supposed to be working on the second part to “The Promise” (and I’m almost done, guys, I swear) but after a conversation I had with @ravengirl94 last night, this baby happened. It’s entirely written from Dean’s POV (I guess I like doing that *winks*) and it’s in present tense. Frankly, I’ve never done anything like this before but I enjoyed working on it. I hope you all like it. <3
Dean doesn’t like
bombasts and balderdashes. He’s never been particularly good with words and has, at times, trouble expressing his feelings. He has, however, a heart that loves
overwhelmingly and cares deeply, a heart that bleeds and burns but only grows
and flourishes with love for the ones he considers family.
usually say I love you. Not because
he doesn’t feel it or because he’s embarrassed by the sentiment but because he’s
afraid. He’s terrified that the moment he speaks these words the ones he cares
about will be taken away from him.
But he does love. He loves Sam. He loves Cas.
He loves Y/N, the girl with the bright smile and the Y/E/C eyes that came
bursting into his life and made a wonderful mess out of it. And he tells her
that much. In fact, he whispers those three words to her every day with his actions.
Dean says I love you with the way he looks at her,
soft and intense, green orbs always searching for her in the almost empty rooms
of the bunker or in a room full of people. He says it with the way his eyes
twinkle when she smiles at him, with the way he always gravitates towards her
and everything else just fades away because she’s the only
thing that really matters.
this is inspired by
Jim’s in the closet with Joe video and I am not sorry at all. To understand all
the clothes I mention go check out the video!
Word Count: 2250
Rating: R (Smut)
I hope you guys enjoy!
It was nice to have a boyfriend who had a fashion sense,
because it meant your closet doubled in size. You rummaged through the closet
you both shared, trying to pick your outfit for the day.
“Can’t find anything to wear?” Joe grinned, sliding past you
to grab a hat from the top shelf. He was already dressed and ready for the day.
“I vote you just stay in that.” He looked you up and down, eyes narrowed. You
blushed a bit, but you loved it. After buying two bra and panty set options for
valentine’s day, you weren’t about to let one of them go to waste, and it was
so comfy you really would be content to wear it all day.
“Maybe I will,” you grinned. He groaned in exasperation,
grabbing your hip and pulling you closer to him. He pressed a hard kiss to your
lips, one you knew too well. One that meant something a bit more than usual.
“Don’t do this to me baby, you know I’ve got meetings all
day,” his head dropped to your shoulder, his hands tracing your skin.
“The sooner you leave the sooner you’ll get back,” you
whispered, walking him backwards out of the closet, pressing kisses to his lips
along the way.
“Or I could just cancel for the day. There are some things I
would much rather do right now,” he murmured, holding you closely.
“Nope. Go on,” you teased him, pressing one last kiss to his
now swollen lips before pushing him back. He stumbled slightly, rolling his
eyes before they settled to look at you again.
“When I get home then? Please?” He pouted at you. You didn’t
want him to leave, hell, you wanted nothing more than to throw him onto the bed
right that moment and get on with it. But you also knew how fun the day would
be if you drug it out. One of his favorite things was when you had missed him
all day; it made you both desperate to get your hands on each other.
“Depends on if you can make it through all your meetings. If
you make it through the day, then yes.” A smile played on your lips, and his
eyes narrowed again, suspicious.
“What’re you up to?”
“Nothing. Now go on, you’re going to be late.” You danced
over and pressed another kiss to his lips before he turned to leave. He looked
back at you once more before he left, but you only put on your best innocent
smile and gave him a wave.
You waited just long enough to be sure that his meeting had
started, occupying yourself with making breakfast and coffee. You headed back
into the closet, plan in mind. His meeting were usually loose, so you knew he’d
be looking at his phone occasionally.
Plot: Jungkook jokingly makes fun of you and hurts your feels but makes it up to you
Pairing: Jungkook xReader
Words Count: 2,1k+
Genre: Slightly angst/ Fluff
For Anon, I hope you like it cutie!
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥
‘Jagiya!!!’ A voice called through your apartment.
‘In here!’ You called from the lounge.
Your handsome boyfriend came walking in with a smile on his face, ‘And just where I left you.’
‘Ha-ha-ha, very funny.’ You mock, jumping up from the couch and into his arms.
He happily received you into his warm embrace as he wrapped his strong arms around your built and lifted you into the air. With one fluid movement, he spun the both of you as your legs wrapped around his waist. Coming to a stand still, you both looked into each others eyes before he closed the gap between the both of you. You accepted his soft touch, as your lips moulded together and he inserted his tongue when your lips parted for him. He tasted every inch as if it was his first time.
Air being needed, you pulled away and pecked his nose, ‘How was America?’
‘Oh sweetheart,’ He carried the both of you to the couch and sat down, ‘It was amazing. Like the language was slightly hard but Joon hyung helped us every step of the way. I wish you were with me!’
‘You know I would have come if I could.’ You stroked his face, ‘I missed you a lot.’
‘I miss you too.’ He replied, brushing your short hair out of your eyes before a teasing smile spread on his face, ‘Yah! Why can’t you have long hair like normal girls?!’
‘You know that I don’t like long hair.’ You rolled you eyes.
This hadn’t been the first time Jungkook teased you about your choice in having short hair. You liked the way it looked on you and to be honest, it was less admin compared to long hair. It wasn’t as if your hair was cut in a boy hairstyle, but being Jungkook, he didn’t ever take that into consideration. You loved him very much, but his childish qualities made you want to run into the wall sometimes.
‘And why can’t you wear skirts and dresses like other girls?’ He joked around once again.
‘Because shorts and jeans are more comfortable.’ You rolled your eyes.
He placed a hand on your leg and tugged at the material slightly, ‘More like sweatpants and pyjamas.’
‘Only when I am home!’ You retaliated, anger running high and feeling hurt, ‘Did you comeback from America just to point out what it wrong with me?’
’Well n-no Y/N -’
‘If you hate the idea of how I dress and look, then why are you with me?’ You pushed him away, tears brimming your eyes, ‘I am sorry that my comfort and choice of clothing does not suit your ideal type, Jungkook.’
‘I’m sorry that I am not like those female idols and models. I AM SORRY THAT I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!’
With that, you ran towards your bedroom and slammed the door with a swift lock, ‘I was just joking….’
Throwing yourself on the bed, you sobbed into the pillow that still lingered with his scent. Angry and pissed, you threw it towards the chest of drawer located close to the door. The object hit a picture frame that came crashing to the ground, shards of glass decorating around the wooden frame. Clutching your legs to your chest, you cradled yourself as the tears flowed from your eyes. Crying, a knock came from the other side of the door.
‘Go away!’ You shouted, ‘Get out of my apartment right now!’
‘Jagiya, I am sorry.’ He apologised, resting his forehead on the door while his fist still stayed attached to the wood ‘I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just joking.’
‘Well you have a pretty cynical way of joking.’ You sniffed.
‘You are just so cute when you get all upset.’ He tried to lighten the mood.
‘Then I must be fucking adorable right now!’ You seethed, ‘Just get out!’
‘But you tease the ones you love!’ He tried to reason.
Sighing, he walked away from the door. Message after message, he flooded your phone.
I am sorry baby!
Please let me in? I never meant to hurt you, I would never do that on purpose!
BABY PLWEAAASSEEE! You know I will beg until you let me. You are my one and only, I tease you because I love you. Baby please….
Eventually the messages stopped going through and he figured that you switched your phone off. Every now and then, he would knock on your door and you would scream and shout at him all over again. Jungkook teased you a lot, and you were okay with it. This time just made you feel lower of the low. He had just visited a different country with thousands of beautiful woman and was surrounded by dozens on a daily basis. It felt as if he was comparing you to something you knew you could never become. You were a simple girl studying animation, nothing more and nothing less. Just mundane.
‘Baby?’ He knocked for the fiftieth time as two hours passed before an idea kicked in, ‘The spare key!’ Running to the counter, he opened it up and found the treasure, ‘Bingo!’ Back before your door, he unlocked it with a victory ‘Jagiy….’ He faded out at the sight of you passed out on the bed, ‘Aish, why did you cry yourself to sleep?’
Stroking the side of your face with his index finger, he pulled the sheets back and tucked you in. You snuggled into the sheets and all but smiled when you felt a pillow in your arms. It was the one you threw away. Jungkook pecked your forehead and walked to the shattered frame on the floor. Clicking his fingers, he ran a few errands before coming back to your place an hour later. Slowly you shifted and sat up, rubbing your eyes. Blinking, you noticed a bunch of roses on your chest of draws alongside the picture. But it was in a different frame. Slowly the door opened and Jungkook peeked in.
‘You awake.’ He beamed, pushing the door more and entering with a tray,
‘Did I not ask you to leave?’ You crossed your arms, glaring at him.
‘You did,’ He agreed, placing the tray down, ‘But you know I don’t listen, I am the maknae at the of day.’
‘I don’t want to repeat myself, Jungkook.’ Your voice cold.
‘And neither do I. I made your favourite by the way, but it’s hot so be carful.’ He motioned to the cup of steaming hot chocolate on the bedside table.
‘Jungkook…’ You were about to complain before he placed a finger on your lips and silence you.
‘Enough with the threats, okay?’ He stated, ‘Listen I am sorry for what I said. Sometimes I speak and think you will understand what I mean, but this time I was wrong. So wrong that it caused you pain, and to be honest baby, I hate myself more then anything. The fact that I made you cry made me want to run into moving traffic.’ He held your cheek, brushing your hands over the tear stains, ‘Those tears should never be anything but good happy ones.’
‘Let me finish. Yes you aren’t an idol or model, but I do not care! If I wanted those types, I would be dating them. Y/N, we have known each other since junior high and I have never been the happiest when you agreed to be mine.’
‘I’m so plain and boring.’ You sighed, pulling away from his touch.
‘You say that, but I see a girl who is interesting and different.’ He encouraged, ‘A girl that doesn’t care what anything thinks,’ He leaned in and brushed his lips against your, ‘A girl who makes me proud and happy that she is mine…and only mine.’
You leaned in thinking he was going to kiss you but he quickly scooped you in his arms, flinging you over his shoulder ‘Yah!! Kookie, put me down!’
‘No,’ He looked behind him with a warm smile, ‘I am still apologising.’
‘Still?’ You asked him with a raised brow.
‘So first, we are adorned with a bouquet of beautiful roses,’ He walked by the drawers, ‘The scent that lingers on you everyday and makes me feel like I am floating. Second we are confronted with a picture of you and I. The picture taken on your senior dance and one of my favourite moments I have shared with you so far, and with many more to come. The frame is a sleek black one because of the dress you wore.’
‘You are so cheesy.’ You huffed.
‘Oh baby, you don’t even know the half it.’ He walked out the door.
Your nostrils were ambushed by the scent of sweet smelling fumes and was lightly light with fairy lights. The furniture was rearranged and pillows scattered on the ground. In the middle lay a tray of all your favourite foods and drinks. The TV was on and before it laid a bunch of DVD’s which were all animation. Walking in, you still hung on his shoulder before he got into the centre of the room. Placing you down, he circled his arms around your waist and kissed your neck as he stood behind your body.
‘Before us we see the setting of our first day,’ He reminded, ‘The night we made a blanket fort and watched movies all night with laughs and amazing food.’
‘Kookie…’ You whispered, all anger seeping out.
‘The movies on the floor represent you and I.’ He pointed at them as you removed yourself from his hold and picked up the films, ‘And since you learning to be an animator as well.’
‘Lady and the Tramp?’ You asked with a raised brow.
‘You are my lady, elegant and beautiful while I am the run of the mill tramp.’ He pointed out.
‘You aren’t a tramp.’ You chuckled before picking another, ‘Tangled?’
‘What more then an artistic girl and a goofy man who fall in love through adventure. I want to have many with you Jagiya.’
‘Beauty and the Beast?’
‘A little rough around the edges but I have found my beauty who will turn me into the prince.’
Tears slowly began to well in your eyes as you looked at movie after movie, finally looking at one with a cocked head, ‘Big Hero 6?’
‘You will always be my Baymax, to hold and comfort me through the hard and rough,’ He knelt before you and kissed your forehead, ‘Someone who will never give up on me and always make me feel better.’
‘Jungkook….’ You sniffed.
‘No more tears…please.’ He pressed his forehead against yours, ‘I have caused enough pain for one day.’
‘But this isn’t pain,’ You looked at him, ‘This is tears of happiness, the only tears I am allowed to shed remember?’ He nodded in agreement, ‘But why are you doing this?’
‘Showing me all this love after I wanted you out?’
He chuckled with a hearty laugh, ‘Because you are my Princess and I am nothing but the little frog that will make you happy even if you don’t see it quite yet.’
‘Princess and the Frog reference?’ You asked with a raised brow.
‘I would say its my life motto, but sure, movie reference it is.’ He kissed your nose.
‘Neither,’ You said softly, ‘You aren’t a frog. You are the handsome Jungkook whom is my prince and man I love with every ounce of my heart.’ You admitted, ‘I am sorry for snapping at you…’
‘No I deserved it. I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was wrong of me and I am the one sorry for teasing you.’
‘Well you know what they say, you tease the ones you love.’ You smirked
‘Yah! That isn’t fair, I said that and you wanted to throw me out your house!’
‘That shows how much I love you.’ You smiled, brushing your lips against his and closing the deal with a sweet simple kiss.
It was nothing but a pressing of your lips in his. There was no movement at all, just the two of you frozen and soaking up each others presences and warmth . He had done a lot to make it up to you and proved that he was dearly sorry and loved you will every ounce of his heart. You felt his thumb stroking your cheek as you pulled apart and looked into his eyes deeply.
‘You are such a tease.’ He said softly.
‘Says the pot to the kettle.’ You shrugged your shoulders, standing up with him in tow. He laughed as he shook his head and lifted you in a tight hug, ‘You are such an idiot sometimes.’
author’s note: i recieved many requests for a part two of memory found, so here is the next part. i got very carried away with this, it’s literally over 5k words. i got emotional at the end bc the music i was listening to. i am so in love with these two parts. also, one of the many authors i like on tumblr replied to the first part. so shoutout to @minhosmeanhoe(not my gifs)
i got inspiration for this post from a text post about a list of soulmate!au ideas, couldn’t find it though yikes.
Soulmates. A term to describe two people that were born for each other– a term so strong in this world it would be completely unacceptable to call anyone that unless you share the same markings on your skin.
The day you learned what soulmates were exactly and how your world viewed soulmates was the day you first began to notice how once in a while, little doodles that looked like they were made by a ballpoint pen etched their way onto the skin of your arms and hands. You had just turned eight and as all eight year olds are, you was curious. You approached your mother and asked her about it and she squealed in joy. That day, both of your parents sat you down and explained that there was another person somewhere out there, that was drawing that exact design on their skin and that they were your soulmate. At the time, you didn’t exactly understand what they were saying but as you grew older, you began to understand what a soulmate exactly is.
By the age of 15, you would stare at your skin in awe and wonder during class as small but intricate drawings slowly spread across your forearm. You would always look forward to what your assumed soulmate would come up with next. However, you never really thought to draw anything on your own skin as you were so encompassed and enthralled by the little sketches that would decorate your entire left arm.
After many. many years of having doodles fill up your arm, you began to learn about the person that was considered your soulmate. He was right-handed for sure, as the drawings only appeared on your left arm. He was also very creative because no drawing had ever been the same. But, there was almost always a star involved which showed he enjoyed the night sky. He also drew constellations. Slowly, you found myself falling for this boy you had never talked to, but only seen the drawings that he would sketch out.
When you were nearing the end of senior year in high school, your mom began to bug you about writing a time and date and place on your skin so this mysterious boy and you could finally meet up but every time you would tell her that if it really was fate, you both would meet without arranging a meeting.
Once you hit sophomore year of college, the drawings stopped. It was like he had dropped off the face of the earth. After two weeks of no drawings, marks, even just small doodles that used to appear every single day, you began to freak out. You thought that the boy that was your apparent soulmate had died. But then a phone number appeared on your skin at 11 on a Friday evening. And then another one the next day. And then another one the next Friday. And another. And another. Some of them came with hearts and others came with blatant phrases like “let’s fuck another time” or “call me for another round, baby.” It absolutely broke your heart once you saw the first message and you began to realize that maybe, the man that you thought would be your soulmate thought that it was complete bullshit.
After that night, you never dared look at your arms and always wore long sleeve, never wanting to see the amount of phone numbers or “love notes.” Now, you’ve completely blocked your so-called “soulmate” from your mind and began to go out more and hang out with friends.
You woke up one morning and looked at the clock. “Fuck!” you exclaimed as you shot out of bed, realizing that you were an hour late to your morning class. You rushed to get ready, grumbling to yourself about how you need to get a new alarm clock that actually wakes you up on time. You rushed out of the dormitories after grabbing your backpack and began to speed-walk to the building where your classes were on campus. But, of course with your luck, you were stopped by a friend.
“Heyyy! Y/N!” Yoona– your friend– called out once she saw you, grabbing your arm.
You looked over to her in a rush and nodded, “Hi, Yoona, what is it? Sorry, I’m in a big rush.”
She nodded in understanding and got to the point, “Are you still on for coffee at the new cafe downtown at 3″
“Shoot! I totally forgot!” you cursed to yourself, “I’ll be there but I completely forgot what it’s called and I’ll most likely forget the time.”
“Don’t worry! I can just write it on your hand,” she offered, already grabbing a pen and your hand and writing down the name of the cafe and the time to meet before you could protest. She said a quick goodbye and let you be on your way. You read your hand and shrugged, realizing that even if your “soulmate” saw it, he wouldn’t even care. You then rushed into class.
Ever since Jungkook was little and had heard about the whole soulmate thing when he was six, he began to avidly practice drawing on pieces of paper so he could impress what he called his “future wife.” Once he was eight, he finally gained enough courage to begin to draw on his skin to start telling his soulmate that he was alive and here. He continued to draw every single day on his skin for the rest of the week, hoping he would get a drawing back. Sadly, he didn’t. Instead of jumping to the worst conclusion, he was hopeful and thought that it was because she was also practicing her drawing for him. Little did he know that the one who was his soulmate was just so fascinated in his drawings that she never thought to draw any back.
Years passed and Jungkook’s faith in soulmates slowly began to fade away. In high school, he believed that his soulmate was never even born, or had died early and that he didn’t deserve “true love.” But because of hope, he continued all throughout high school. It wasn’t until sophomore year of college did his friend Taehyung tell him to give up, as it was tearing Jungkook up so much. Taehyung began to introduce Jungkook to the party scene so he could forget all about the ‘dumb idea of a soulmate’ as Taehyung put it– although he was a complete believer in true love, he only did it for Jungkook’s sake.
After partying for two weeks and not drawing anything on his skin during that time, he slowly pushed back the thoughts of true love and began to focus on a temporary love.. in other words, a temporary lust. He started with flirting which he had never done before other than to a mirror or his friend to practice for when he met his soulmate and once he was confident enough, he began to invite him home. Many girls wrote numbers on his wrists and no one would ever see him without a girl on his arm whether it be at a party, or on campus. If someone did see him without a girl right next to him, it was when he was in front of them and telling them that they were done, without an expression on his face. He soon developed the nickname “Iceboy” due to his icy and cold appearance and heart.
A couple months later and he was still at it, but this time he had a different girl every night and maybe even two or three a day. While chatting up a girl in the hallway of a class building– having her against the wall as he propped up against the wall with his own arm– he saw something slowly appear on his arm. His eyes widened and he stopped what he was saying to stare at the thick black lines of words on the back of his hand. He realized that the thing written on his hand was a place and time, and it could’ve only been written by– no, no way– his soulmate! He looked at his watch and realized the time written on his hand was only five minutes away and he immediately pushed himself off of the wall and made his way to the parking lot where his car sat. Of course, the girl that he had against the wall called out his named in her whiny, high pitched voice but he ignored it, persistent to see if he really did have a soulmate.
He hopped in the car, pulling out his phone and typing in the destination’s name to get instructions on where to go. He followed the directions into this quaint but modern-type cafe and made his way inside.
He looked around, noting that there was only two girls sitting at a table and a family sitting on the couch. He kept his eyes on the girls and grabbed a Sharpie from his bag. His eyes traveled down to her hand that lied on the desk and began drawing one of his favorite constellations right on the back of his other hand. He watched her glance down at her hand and gasp before slowly bringing her hand up to look at the drawing that began to appear. A smile pushed past his lips as he began to walk towards her quickly. He placed his hands on the table, showing both of the same exact matching markings on their hands. He could feel his heart quicken once their eyes met and he found himself not wanting to look away. He lost his breath before another grin framed his lips.
He took a deep breath before saying the words that he’s wanted to say for a very long time.
summary: dominant!ashton - y/n cheats on ashton because she’s unsatisfied but he proves her wrong
requested?: yes, hope you liked it anon!! this is written by Hannah whoop whoop. Keep your eyes pealed for me and Hannah’s secret project, details will be coming in the near future so keep your snacks on the ready!
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“What do you mean?” Ashton asked me and I saw his face start to quiver.
“I slept with another man.” I looked down, trying to avoid his burning gaze.
“You slept with another man?” He repeated in disbelief and I nodded my head. I looked up and could see the hurt in his eyes before he broke eye contact and looked at the ground. His expression was grim before he turned around and stalked to the kitchen sink, dropping his fork into the sink of soapy water.
I could see his arms clench as he gripped onto the counter and he slumped his head down, making my heart drop. How could I do this to the man I love? Yes, I had been unhappy and unsatisfied, but that gave me no reason to do what I did. I had no excuses.
TW: EVEN SMUTTIER THAN THE LAST ONE, swearing, a whole lot of innuendos
Words: 1,700 ish
Disclaimer: I may edit this a tiny bit more in the future. But enjoy, kiddos!
“Oh here they come,” Alanna groaned to the rest
of your friends, spotting you and Connor walking towards the lunch table.
“Wow, and a whole new gallery of hickeys to go along with it!” Jared nodded
towards the faint purple bruises on Connor’s neck.
“Ugh, seriously, can we stop talking about this? He’s my brother. The last
thing I want to think about is him… doing it,” Zoe basically cringed at her
last words. She folded up her half eaten sandwich, clearly having a loss of
You and Connor sat down, smiling. Your
boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“What were you guys talking about?” You asked curiously.
“Oh, just how you and Connor can’t keep it in your goddamn pants,” Jared
“I mean, I’ve never heard Y/N complain-“
Zoe groaned. “Okay, that’s all I can take.
Come on, Evan, let’s go eat outside,” she stood up and the blue boy followed.
His ears were pink just from listening to the conversation.
“See? Even tree-nut over there can’t be around
you two,” Jared remarked.
“What the hell do you mean, Kleinman?” Connor
rolled his eyes.
“I MEAN that we all know how much you guys fuck. My god, look at you; your neck
could be a Picasso sunrise!” Jared laughed in between his words. Connor’s hand
shot up to his neck immediately, in attempt to hide them.
“Every time we get together, you guys always leave
early to have sex,” Alanna pointed out, taking a bite of a baby carrot.
“Do not! When was the last time we did that?”
You looked at Alanna with disbelief.
“Literally last week we watched Schindler’s List at my house, and you
sucked Connor off in the bathroom,” Alanna stated.
Your face turned bright red. Connor’s ears
changed colour like a chameleon to match.
“Who the fuck gets turned on by dead Jews? You
guys are messed up,” Jared joked.
You rolled your head back and groaned. “Ugh,
you guys are exaggerating! We don’t do it that often.”
Alanna and Jared bounced back and forth.
“Last week. Schindler’s List.”
“Week before that, we went to the arcade. You guys left and had sex at Y/N’s
“Week before that, we
all went out to eat and you guys dashed before dessert came.”
“Ok, ok! I get it. We
have a lot of sex. But what’s wrong with that?” Connor let out an annoyed sigh.
“There’s nothing wrong
with it, scientifically speaking, but it’s just… annoying,” Alanna concluded.
“Yeah, I bet you two
couldn’t go a week without having sex.” Jared took a sip of his juice box,
giving you both a judgemental glare above the rim of his glasses.
“You’re on,” you shook
his hand. Connor choked on his own spit, eyes growing wide.
“Wait, babe, are you
Murphy?” Jared spoke as he reached out his hands to shake yours.
Connor gulped, looking
between the two of you. “Ok. Fine,” he finally sighed.
Alanna checked her
watch, “ok, so this time in exactly a week, you guys cannot have ANY sexual
intercourse. That includes anything in sexual nature.”
You nodded with a
confident smirk on your face.
Two days have already passed, and it’s been a lot harder than
you thought. You have been so used to having little quickies and long nights
with Connor, that you felt… frustrated. It was almost as if your nerves were
just asking to be trampled on. Even worse, Connor was getting antsy.
You were at his house, in an attempt to study. But he
couldn’t sit still. He was full of energy and in a pissed off mood.
“Connor, just come sit down,” you pinched the bridge of your
nose with your fingers.
“I can’t fucking sit down. I can’t just sit, I-I need
something,” he ran his hand through his long hair, pulling at the roots.
Connor had quit smoking after you two started having sex.
When he smoked weed, he felt a release of stress. Then when he became intimate
with you, he didn’t need that other outlet. Of course, you were over-the-moon
when he told you that he had stopped smoking. And the sex wasn’t too bad
either. You stood up from his bed, walking over to him and placed your hand on
“Look, I get that this is all a shitty bet made by Kleinman,
but we have to prove to ourselves that this relationship is more than just
sex,” you gave him an endearing look, searching his eyes.
Connor dropped his hands to his sides, nodding. “Yeah. You’re
right,” he sighed softly.
The two of you were
laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Do you remember that time, we were on a date, and you
laughed so hard that soda came out of your nose?” Connor teases with a grin.
“Oh don’t remind me,”
“I think that’s when I fell in love with you. I mean, who
wouldn’t want a girl who has Dr.Pepper for snot?” He tickled your side softly.
“Ok, seriously, shut up. Remember the time you peed yourself
in second grade? Yeah, don’t start shit, Murphy.” You jokingly growled back
with a laugh.
The two of you continued to joke and share the odd memory or
two. You reminisced on embarrassing moments, your firsts, and plans for the
future. It had been so long since you two had just sat down spoke to each
other. It felt… nice.
Connor must have been thinking the same thing,
because when you looked to your right, he was looking right at you. There was
something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was the look
of genuine care and love. His pupils were enlarged and his eyebrows were
relaxed. His mind looked like it was put at ease with something other than physical
As much as you hated to admit it, Jared might have
actually done something useful.
Time wore on and your patience grew both thick and
thin. A week without sex was a week full of love and frustration. You and
Connor took the extra time you had to get to know each other. But your time
alone was the most frustrating. 3 days into the week, he had tried to sext you.
Sending you teasing messages and pictures of himself that were
not-safe-for-work. By the fourth day, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
When you sat near each other, his hand would run up your leg and be hiked
dangerously north. By the fifth day, Connor’s eyes were glued to your neck. He
stared at the skin that resembled a blank canvas. He wanted to litter it with
bruises created by his lips. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were
his. And by the sixth day, you couldn’t
take it anymore.
Connor growled as he shoved you into his room,
slamming the door closed. You attacked his lips, pressing so hard that he
almost lost balance. Connor yanked your jacket off of your arms, throwing it on
the floor. The zipper hit the floor, making a loud noise. But you didn’t care.
Every sensation that wasn’t caused by Connor – faded into white noise.
He quickly grabbed your thighs, throwing you onto
his double bed. He tucked his head in your neck, biting and finally creating a
piece of art that couldn’t be graded. His hands quickly moved under your shirt,
grabbing onto your breasts roughly.
“God, I fucking missed these,” he breathed out
“Connor, w-what about your parents? W-What about
Zoe?” you whispered in between hot breaths.
His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart
roughly, slipping his torso between them. “At work. I don’t fucking care about
Zoe,” he grumbled against your skin.
You tipped your head backwards, letting your
boyfriend catch up on all the missed time. Every tick, emotion, or outlet he
needed was now all in for your pleasure. His anger built up from the week is
pushed onto his muscles: carrying out the pleasure that he dedicates to you.
Connor sat on his knees. Stripping off his shirt, he
presented the pale torso that you know all-too-well. You placed your hand on
the line of hair beneath his belly button. You wanted to admire his beauty, but
Connor had other plans. He attached his lips to yours and the two of you
continued to remove your clothes, throwing them to the side of his bedroom.
His kisses trailed down your bare body. His
movements resembled a waterfall, graceful and with a plan. He got dangerously
close to where you wanted him the most. Slipping under the covers, he threw
your legs onto his shoulders, burying his face in your thighs. He kissed up
them, his nose nuzzling into the soft skin.
“I’m so lucky. So goddamn lucky,” he murmured.
You sucked in your breath, leaning onto your elbows
as you watched his every move.
Connor kissed up your legs, and placed a soft kiss
to your core. You hissed in delight, mouth hanging agape. Connor licked a
single stride, smirking as you squirmed beneath his touch. He alternated
between his tongue and fingertips, making sure to give you his undivided
“You’re such a pretty girl, so so pretty,” he
murmured against your heat.
You grabbed onto his locks, throwing your head back
with your eyes closed. You could feel him humming the tune to your favourite
song. You felt so close to the brim and then he pulled away.
Whining, you looked at him. Usually, he would give
you 2-3 orgasms a night. But he was too eager to finish what he started.
Throwing open his bedside drawer, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.
“Ride me,” he spoke quickly. You nodded and
straddled him. You slipped him into you and rested your forehead against his.
Zoe walked through the front door of her house. Her
mom and dad were at work, but had texted her to ask Connor what he wanted for
dinner. Running upstairs, she was already dialing the number to her favourite
She swung his bedroom door open, “Hey Connor, what
do you want for- OH DEAR GOD.”
Don’t Let Me Get In The Way (Steve Rogers x reader)
1. BONNIE YAY!!!!! REQUEST
TIME!!!! pls write about Steve starting to blow you off (missed events and
important dates) because of Bucky & the events of civil war. My heart loves
angst but please end happy if at all possible.
2. Hi, can
you please write a little fluffy fic where Steve asks the reader to marry him?
Whenever anyone would ask
how it came to be that you were dating Captain America, you would tell them
that you fell into his arms like it was a dream, and right when their eyes would
gloss over in imagination of the romance in that statement, you’d crush it with
a snicker at their gullibility. It was
definitely like a dream, alright; but more like a nightmare, being chased
across your apartment by some disgusting alien as it shot at you, pushing you
towards the window of your tenth floor home until you crawled out onto the
ledge and prepared for your own end at the mercy of Park Avenue’s asphalt. As if it were planned, or at least by
miraculous intervention, Steve was fighting his own group of alien assailants,
hearing you from above just in time to turn and catch you as you jumped.
You literally fell into his
life, and he loved telling the story as much as you hated to remember it.
WARNINGS: Graphic smut, threesome, breathplay, oral, also a surprise in there that I don’t want to give away tbh (It’s nothing like rape or blood or anything like that, but if you don’t like surprises I’m sorry)
A/N: Shameless, sinning porn with Taekook.Good luck to you all. Sorry there is no description, but there is literally no plot to this what-so-ever. Haha. This is for my good friend and roommate @jeonjeongwhat / @aegyopop
The first time it happens, Derek is seven years old and having a nightmare.
He’s dreaming of the counselor his parents had made him see after the divorce, the mean one, the one who had pushed and pushed and pushed him to talk even after he’d started to cry and said he didn’t want to. He’s pushing in the dream, too, and finally, Derek, in his dream, thinks, with all of his might, I want my mom.
And then he’s not in his dream anymore. He’s somewhere else.
~Y/N and the Winchesters just can’t catch a break.~
Dean x Reader, Sam
Warnings: It’s a roller coaster. Fluff, bit o’Smut, Angst. Flusmangst.
A/N: Thank you to @taste-of-dean for the readover (sorry about the prank) and to @idreamofhazel for her amazing beta skills. Couldn’t do it without you. Hope you enjoy. and remember:
Feedback lets me know you want me to keep writing.
The sun was shining brightly despite the heavy blanket of clouds that drifted across the Kansas sky. Breaks between the heather offered visions of perfect blue, and the air was filled with the promise of summer.
The Impala was speeding down the highway, its freshly washed black exterior gleaming in the sunlight. Tires spun in metallic blurs as Dean pushed her through the sparse mid-morning traffic, leaving Montana in the dust and heading home. The windows were down and wind whipped around the three hunters, lifting their hair and spirits. The rush of air forced them to breathe deeply, filling their lungs with the crisp spring atmosphere, relaxing their bodies and calming their minds.
The case hadn’t been any harder than any case before it, and certainly wouldn’t pale any that came after. But they were tired, muscles sore from lack of sleep and constant movement; their souls in need of restoration. Time off was desperately needed, and as long as Heaven and Hell kept to themselves, maybe they would get some.
As the miles wore on their shoulders settled, their minds calmed, and their smiles returned. Two hours in, laughter returned to the Impala as Sam and Dean argued lightheartedly about the cassette tape Dean had pushed into the stereo.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOONNNNNNNNNN!!! Love of my life, seriously. I have some many feels towards this man, ahhhhh
Anyway! Please enjoy this story! I’m not sure if there will be more following this, but if there is, I’ll be writing it at my own pace, whenever I feel like it, so ^^ fair warning~
In the meantime, please enjoy! It’s been a while since I posted the prologue, so if you need a refresher, or haven’t read it, I suggest you go and do that~ <3
You’re too tipsy to deal with anyone else tonight. Dragging
your friend’s home from the bar had been trouble enough—especially when
multiple male demons had paused you along your route to flirt and offer
companionship for the night. Somehow you’d managed to convince them to turn
down the strange offers, and had finally
managed to shove them through the front door of their apartment building. You
hadn’t even bothered walking them up to their floor, too fed up and tired and horny (you blame it on the alcohol) to
even think about wasting another second on their drunken asses.
Managing to hurriedly walk home to your own apartment, you
tumble inside and lock the door behind you. Third level rarely has many crimes,
but you can never be too safe—especially when the residents of each level are
allowed to travel freely…for the most part.
Dragging yourself through the tiny kitchen of your studio
style flat, you pad into the main area and pull your tight fitting shirt over
your head, shivering as the soft fabric brushes over perky nipples. Despite
your minds weak protests, you’d decided to be a little…adventurous in your
evening out, and had ventured around town without a bra. It excited you—like
your own little secret…unless someone was sharp enough to notice, but at that
point they’d earned the treat of knowing anyways.
Sighing blissfully, you sensually coast your hands across
your chest, gripping the soft mounds. The artificially made moonlight
illuminates every inch of your body, but on the third story of the building
with no one else around, you can’t be bothered to draw the curtains, far too
occupied by the way your vagina aches for more with each tug of your nipples
between your fingers.
Head lolling back, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks,
you continue to pleasure yourself, crafting an imaginary scene behind your
eyelids to aid the growing pool of heat between your legs. Immediately, like
all the other times, a tall, dark figure comes to mind. You can’t see the face
of the man, but his body is sinful—his hands possessive as he grabs at you. You
imagine him feasting on your breasts—all tongue and teeth—his vocabulary sinful
as he stakes his claim, making you his.
“Fuck…,” you breathe hotly, your panties becoming soaked,
and you hurry to undress yourself. Looping your thumbs under the band of your
pants and also your panties, you tug them down in one fell swoop, kicking them
from around your ankles and tossing yourself onto your bed.
One of your hands coasts down the expanse of your chest and
stomach, migrating between your thighs. Your wetness immediately covers your
fingers as you pull apart your folds, clit throbbing with anticipation.
Digging your heels into the messy sheets, you arch upward, a
wanton gasp leaving your lips the second your fingers touch your most sensitive
bud. Rubbing the swollen area slowly, you dip your digits down towards your
opening, coating yourself in your wetness.
However, before you get the chance to touch your clit and
pleasure yourself to your release, you’re interrupted. There’s a tap at your
balcony window, and your eyes shoot open, blood running cold when you see a man
sitting there, smirk on his face.
And not just any man…its Jungkook.
“Yah!” you screech at him as he innocently tugs at the glass
door wall, happiness apparent on his features when he finds that it’s not
locks. Sliding it open, clearly not caring of your state of undress or the fact
that you’re bounding to your feet, haphazardly wrapping the white bed sheet
around yourself, Jungkook steps inside.
“Maybe I should hang around your apartment more often,” he
comments teasingly as he glances you up and down, and you scowl, knowing that
he can tell how red your face has turned.
For the most part, you’re unfamiliar with Jungkook, but you
know him. Everyone does. And for the most part, in return, he knows everyone.
It’s his job to keep track of third level residents, after all, so he’d made a
point to become acquainted with everyone. So, in the most basic sense, you know
him. You’d encountered him maybe about a dozen time during your stay, and none
had been unpleasant—in fact, you’d actually sort of taken a liking to his fun
yet somewhat shy personality. But now—with him approaching you slowly, hidden
intent marking his gaze—you’re wondering where that dash of shyness went, and
if you’d ever known him at all.
“Y/N,” he beckons, voice calm. Jungkook extends his hand
towards you, and your heart thrums, fingers twitching at your side because even
though you have no goddamn clue as to why he’s here, he’s…tempting.
But you hold your ground, not giving in, your eyes narrowing
“Why are you here?”
Jungkook grins and rolls his eyes. “You ask too many
Before you can blink, Jungkook is suddenly chest-to-chest
with you, your nipples poking through the sheet and pressing into his sculpted
“Hey–!” you begin to protest—because that’s the first damn
question you’ve asked!—but Jungkook silences you with his lips, his tongue
lapping up your surprised gasp and contented moan. Sadly, your contentment
doesn’t last long—shattering the moment Jungkook grabs the end of the sheet
you’re using to shield yourself and tugs—hard.
His strength obviously inhuman, you’re sent spinning and are
only saved from sure disaster to yourself and your apartment by the fact that
Jungkook grabs you—his hands steady on your waist as he waits for your head to
“You asshole!” is the first thing you cry, pounding your
fist against his chest, knowing that he probably doesn’t even feel it. Having
the balls to laugh at your futile efforts to detach yourself from him, Jungkook
slips his hands down your sides—causing you to shiver—and grips each of your
ass cheeks. He then proceeds to lift you up, leaning backwards so your chest is
pressed flush to his, and without warning launches backwards and flies from
your apartment window.
“Jungkook!” you scream, goosebumps prickling your skin as
the night air rushes over you. Down below you can see buildings and a few
scarce people in the late hours of the night, but that doesn’t fix your
embarrassment in the least. Jungkook—the goddamn little shit of a guardian—is
holding you by your ass, naked, and flying you over the entire damn city.
“Yes?” he finally responds, humor in his voice, and you
match his gaze, eyes ablaze.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” you hiss in a harsh whisper,
not wanting to be seen or heard, dear god.
“Put me down this instant!”
“Yeah?” he grins, licking his lips, and all of the sudden
his grip on your ass disappears. You startle, eyes going wide as you fall away
Before you can even finish there’s a strong hand on your
ankle, and you squeal as you flip upside down, hair falling down towards the
fading city below.
scream, attempting to clench your legs together, but it seems Jungkook has
already gotten a perfect eyeful of your attributes, his teasing gaze now filled
with undeniable hunger.
“I’m jealous,” he says, flipping you with ease, cradling you
in his arms as if you’re a princess. “But He’s already asked for you, so I
can’t lay my claim.”
You blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is
he talking about?
“What? Who asked for me? What the fuck is going on,
Jungkook. You literally just came into my home and stole me away—while I was
naked, mind you, which is unkind—to me and everyone, considering no one needs
to see what it is I’ve got going on.”
Jungkook snorts a laugh. “What you’ve got going on, Y/N, is
something I wish I’d noticed sooner—”
“Oh hush. You’re a baby.”
Pausing, Jungkook’s gaze darkens, tinting with dominance,
his eyes flashing a hypnotic color of red.
“If you ever come back to third level and are returned to my
domain, I promise I’ll show just how
wrong you are…”
You gulp, thighs tightening as the threat tugs on the orgasm
which you had been unable to reach just a few minutes earlier. You want to ask
him what he’d do—because dear god the thought is suddenly so wonderful to
imagine—but more importantly…
“Why would I not come back to third level?? Jungkook, where
the fuck are you taking me?”