and pick up on the hints

Imagine being Ivar’s woman and Ubbe ininsuating to Ivar thay he would like him to share you with him. Ivar doesn’t pick up on the hints until one day and he is pissed. “You can’t be serious?! Y/N is mine!!!” You get some extra possessive and rough sex from him that evening.

Gif credit goes to @imdancingintherain07

Small update, ‘cause I want to do more with the blog than just post art/lore/screenshots. Workload has been lightening (kinda), and I’ve been finding myself with a bit more time to write and generally relax enough to be creative, even pick up some threads.

I might start reblogging some ask memes again and answering them with a different OC every week. Not sure. Still working on that one since I sorta have another OC in development, maybe, kinda.

Also been thinking about potentially doing a tutorial post on my screenshot edits and how I normally go about the more intensive ones, but I don’t know if there’s any actual interest… shrugs

Thoughts are appreciated!

I love this voiceline so much, I wanted to write a little reader insert about it. So Hanzo/reader insert ahoy

“Your concern… Touches me.”

His voice was heavy, almost rustic, no doubt exhausted with aching lungs, but certainly nothing ached more than his ankle. From what you could tell, it was a sprain and Hanzo had been trying his best to simply walk it off, but you knew better. Being Blackwatch’s onsite medic tended to turn your already keen medical eye into something impeccable and impossible to escape. If there was even so much as a scratch on one of the agents, you were there to fix it up. Your meticulous nature was why you’d been picked for the job anyhow.

Your face remained still, the very faint hint of a smile on your lips as his words and the tone within replayed in your mind. It was a surprisingly soft bout of words to leave the man’s mouth.

“It’s just what I do,” you finally answered, wrapping the supporting bandage tighter around his ankle, climbing the material upward around his calf and back down to surround his foot. “You don’t expect me to let you go around with an unattended sprain, do you?

The question, mostly rhetorical, caused you to raised an eyebrow up at him as you chanced a glance. He looked– peculiar. Caught between some string of emotions you couldn’t put your finger on. It left a moment of hesitation upon the air.

His thin lips pursed tightly before he settled, “No, I suppose not. But it is not a serious injury. It could have healed on its own.”

It’s as if this man was trying to brush off your medical attention, chalking it up as some kind of useless tending. You frowned at that.

Finally, you brought the clip of the bandage around, securing it snugly into itself, “It could, you’re right. But it’ll heal faster this way. You’ve got more training tomorrow morning, don’t you?”

He huffed, humming a bit. Silence consumed the atmosphere before his voice was rumbling, hints of appreciation within, “That is true. It will be a much more tedious course as well.”

“Then maybe you should take it easy,” you suggested hopefully, your eyes returning to his ankle for a moment, hands resting idly on his bandaged leg. “You’d only make it worse if you put too much strain on it so soon.”

Yet again, he hummed a deep hum, “We shall see.”

You looked up once more, shaking your head, “Actually, as your doctor, I’m seriously advising you to rest. But if you absolutely have to do something, make sure it’s– minimal.”

His expression was hard, stubborn, yet there were hints of acknowledgement there. As though he were considering your proposal. He sighed.

“I can make no promises,” he finally settled.

A slow smile began to pull at your lips as your fingers (almost reluctantly) pulled away from his leg, “Well, that’s better than nothing..”

artrmeblog  asked:

How would you imagine each daddy acting when they are extremely jealous?

i live for this. i love putting characters through angst guESS IM evil ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   -dad alex

Robert- He has a habit of falling in love too easily and getting carried away with the feeling. Robert can’t express his emotions all too well, either. So when he sees you hang out with another dad one day, and watches you through the window as you hug him goodbye, he immediately hits your phone up and asks you to come over. When you do, he’s already a little drunk, and he goes through the same destructive habits he’s had for years. He throws you against the wall and bites your neck until the skin beneath his teeth burns with angry red. He leaves several bruises like that on you, and when he decides he’s done, he tries to go down on you. You’ve known him long enough to know when he’s upset, and you grab his shoulders to stop him from going any further. By the end of the night he’s shaking in your arms, sobbing into your chest and saying the same words over and over again: “I don’t want to lose you. Please. Don’t leave me.

Damien- He doesn’t realize what that twisted feeling in his gut is till it’s in too deep. Guilt mixes with his jealousy, and he can’t find it in his heart to tell you. It eats away at him slowly, and over time, he starts throwing more and more subtle hints at you. It started with a bouquet of I love you flowers with a lone, purple I’m sorry hyacinth buried in there, and ended with a bouquet of yellow at your doorstep one night. Yellow hyacinths, christmas roses with long, yellow centers, and a single yellow rose. The overwhelming joy of the color contrasted sharply with the meaning of the flowers themselves. Damien laid in his bed when he arrived home, believing you wouldn’t pick up on the meaning of the bouquet for a while- but to his surprise, you show up at his door and envelope him in a soft embrace. Damien feels embarrassed because he’s only wearing PJs and his hair is messy, but you tell him you don’t mind, laying in his bed and reassuring him that he’s the one you love.

Craig- He did increasingly stupid things to get your attention , like taking fast U turns and giving you bad whiplash. The dumbest thing he did happened on a late night after the girls won a big softball game. Most of the people in the stands were gone, and only a few members of the team were still there. Craig was… talking to the moms? Talking to them? You feel a lump form in your throat as you watch a mom feel Craig’s bicep, and he… doesn’t shake her off. Your jaw tightens. The moms make increasingly flirty advances and, after five minutes of him ignoring you, you take off and drive home. Craig shows up at your door exactly a minute after you walked through it. You get in an argument right there at your doorstep. All he can do is say, “How does it feel to be the jealous one this time?” Your heart aches when you hear his voice crack. He steps inside and he holds on to you like you’re a rock and he’s trying not to be swept away. You lay in your bed with him just like that, pressing kisses to his forehead, calling him an idiot, and reassuringly massaging his head.

Joseph- Not really a jealous person, or… at least that’s what he thought. He remembers the day he dumped you vividly in his mind- he said he wanted to work on his marriage. In all honesty, nothing had changed since then except you. After a week or so of hiding yourself in your house, you started to go out again. You started seeing one of the other Dads. Joseph didn’t realize how much it bothered him until he saw you kiss him- open armed, trusting- trust that you could never give Joseph again. You moved on. He hasn’t.

Mat- He tries very, very, very hard not to be aggressive or assertive when people hit on you at concerts. Mat tries to be understanding. It happens. People get drunk, see someone attractive, and try to pry them away from their boyfriend that they are holding hands with. They flirt with people even though they are totally, completely taken. Very obviously taken. Up until this point, he’s been passive enough to calmly walk away and take you home. But this? He can’t take it anymore. This has to be the third person that’s hit on you today. You’re helping him out at the Coffee Spoon because Pablo couldn’t make it. As soon as the person you’re taking orders from asks for your phone number, Mat walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You turn around and kiss his forehead. As small as the gesture was, it made his heart leap.

Hugo- It happens at a wrestling match. By some kind of black magic coincidence, you end up on the kiss cam. Again. It happens almost every time you go, because every time you go, you end up buying the same seats in the same section. This time, though, Hugo looks up to the camera and sees… you… and the girl sitting next to you. His heart drops when he sees the girl smile and look at you, then it promptly explodes when you lean over your arm rest and kiss him on the cheek instead. For the entire rest of the match, Hugo’s face is bright red. You’re walking outside the venue and into the mostly empty parking lot now. When you get to the car, Hugo pulls you into an embrace. He tells you how upset that made him feel, seeing you and the girl like that, but you reassure him- he’s not just any genuine wrestle boy. He’s your genuine wrestle boy.

Brian- There aren’t very many cases where people flirt with you. Brian is almost always by your side, arm slung around your shoulders or your waist. He’s a very outgoing person, and because of that, he tends to intimidate people enough to ward them off. One night, though, you’re at a barbecue at Joseph’s place. There’s several women there that you don’t recognize. Once they get shot down by Craig, a few of them make their way over to you. You have no idea they’re flirting until Brian comes up next to you and places his hand on your back. He starts talking in the way that he does, except he’s talking about you. How good you are at fishing. How your brownie recipe is the best in the world. How much Maxwell, his dog, loves you. You’ve never seen people excuse themselves so fast before.

  • Kevin: I can't believe I asked Jeremy on a date and absolutely nothing happened on it. Not even a kiss.
  • Andrew: Inviting him to scrimmage with you isn't a date.
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A;N: Things and people you meet are not always what they seem. 

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: .9,612

Listen to me.

Originally posted by stilinskisvoid

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FULL CREDIT to u/0leila on reddit for this one.

At the end of this weeks episode in Mona’s lair we see a photo in Mona’s lair of what looks like a male and female kissing: 

The camera panned over the image on purpose, and it was definitely a clue for fans to start speculating. The photo is a picture of WREN and SPENCER! See for yourself: 

As I have a read through the comments it actually got quite interesting. The photo is from episode 104 when Wren and Spencer kissed outside the Edgewood Motor Court. The number 1 and 4 represents A and D, respectively. Another pick up is the Edgewood Motor Court has links to Jenna, where we’ve seen her link to the number 214, a number that is prominently reappearing. 

I know this could be fans reading into it way too much, but I TRULY think that these subtle clues have been given for a reason! Is Mona onto something and is Wren Uber A/AD? 

Made of Metal

Note: this took way longer than it should have aka a week, at least. also, I’m not too familiar with how physical therapy goes or losing a limb, so I hope this is alright! thank you for the request, darling. I hope you like it. feedback is always welcome, I love reading your comments! .c

Request: Could you do a bucky x reader where the reader recently lost one of her limbs on a mission and he sees that she isn’t coping well, Tony and Bruce make her an artificial limb, and Bucky ends up falling for the reader as he helps her adjust to her new life. Just some fluff and angst please and thank you if you do. - @kazekagegirl

Originally posted by retardell


“All clear!” Steve called out to you and Bucky. You and the two super soldiers were sent on a mission to gather intel and do a sweep. The sweep was easy, there weren’t too many guards since it was a small base, but the hard part was finding the damned information you needed. With a heavy sigh, you trailed beside Bucky and met with Steve in a dark room.

You stepped in and looked around, seeing an empty room.“I’ve never seen so much information in my life.” You sarcastically muttered, earning a breathy laugh from Bucky. Steve, however, thought it was unfit for this situation.

“Just look for a hidden passage. Those are becoming more common with Hydra.” Steve said, trailing his hand along the wall. He listened carefully and Bucky started searching on the opposite wall, but used his metal hand so he could feel any sort of vibrations.

You sighed and made your way along another wall. Coming closer to the corner of the wall, your finger slid across a small slit. You tugged on it with the pads of your fingers, hearing the granite rub against each other.

“Cap!” You called over your shoulder, pulling the passage door open. The super soldiers sighed in relief as you had the door pulled all the way open now. It was dark inside and you could hear faint beeping. And so could Bucky and Steve.

“Y/N, don’t-” Before Bucky could finish his sentence, you stepped forward and felt something under your boot. Your eyebrows creased and you moved away, only regretting it when the beeping got louder and faster.

“Shit! Y/N, move!” Bucky ran over to grab you but the bomb exploded, shooting you and the soldiers across the room and destroying the entire space.The ceiling and the walls started to crumble down and all you could hear was ringing in your ears. Above anything else, your left leg was in excruciating pain.

You tried to open your eyes, but they wouldn’t open. You tried to speak but you couldn’t find your voice. Slowly, everything turned black and your thoughts were silenced.


“Why isn’t she awake yet?”

The voice was far away it seemed, muffled by your hazy mind. Everything felt weird, your eyes wouldn’t even open as you started to wake up. A faint ringing sounded through your ears, or was it beeping? You heard shuffling feet moving to your right.  

“Her body is tired. Be patient.”

Bruce. His voice got clearer as the fog left your mind. The beeping was a heart monitor, a steady rhythm of your heartbeat. You could feel the heaviness in your head much more as you came to your senses. Your whole body hurt and you couldn’t feel your left leg. It was numb, almost like it wasn’t even there.

Your eyes fluttered a little, the light above was bright and you wished someone would just turn it off. “You’re going to have to tell her what happened.” Bruce said softly to the other person.

A sigh left their lips and you opened your eyes, turning your head to look at them. Bucky was beside Bruce. He was in pajamas. When did he change out of his suit? How long had you been asleep? And what did Bucky have to tell you?

“T-tell me what?” You asked, wincing at the dryness in your throat. It felt like you hadn’t spoken in years. The two men turned around quickly, relief shot through them and they rushed over to you.

"Y/N! You’re awake!” Bucky smiled though his eyes were starting to water as he looked at you. You looked exhausted and dare he say lifeless. He and Steve kept checking on you any moment they could when Bruce wasn’t giving you check-up’s. They made it out with minimal injuries so they were released the same day you all got back.

Bucky’s hand rest on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing it. “How do you feel?” He asked when you didn’t say anything in return. You swallowed and moved to sit up, only to have Bucky’s metal hand carefully push your shoulder down. "What happened to me?” You looked between Bucky and Bruce.

Nervousness crossed their features and it made your stomach drop. Licking your dry lips, you became aware of the numbness in your left leg again. "Y/N, do you remember what happened?” Bruce asked, taking off his glasses and hooking them on his lab coat pocket.

Your eyebrows creased as you searched through your brain. You remembered being on a mission with Steve and Bucky. Something went wrong. “The mission. Where is Steve?” You whispered, looking at Bucky. You analyzed him, noticing a bandage on his right forearm. A small cut was healing on his cheek and he looked worn out.

Bucky’s throat bobbed as he tried to speak, but words like the ones he needed to say were choking him up. Bruce picked up the hint and spoke to you instead. “Steve is alright, Y/N. His and Bucky’s injuries were… They were minimal. But yours-” Bruce cleared his throat and Bucky looked away, his hair framing the side of his face so you couldn’t see him. Your heart started to race, the sound carrying through from the monitor. Bucky quickly grabbed your hand and brushed your knuckles; he was trying to comfort you.

Impatience was bubbling in your stomach. "Well?” You asked timidly, damn near afraid to hear the answer. Bruce rubbed his chin and looked into your eyes. “Your left leg was.. It’s…gone.” He whispered. If your eyes could fall out of their sockets, they would have. The numbness you felt wasn’t numbness. It was absence.

Your eyes filled with tears as you made sense of what Bruce just told you. "What do you mean gone?” You shook your head as your breathing picked up. Bucky squeezed your hand when you tried to move the blankets off of you. “Y/N, the explosion,” Bucky rasped, “You need to be ready to see it. Bruce stitched you up but it’s only been two days.” His lip quivered and you covered your face with your hands, sobbing uncontrollably now.

You lost your leg. How were you going to fight now? How would you adjust to a totally different life, just like that?

Bruce let you and Bucky have a moment alone. He gave Bucky a saddened look and turned to leave the medic lab. "I’m so sorry.” Bucky leaned down to hold you in his arms - one real, one metal. His heart ached for you; he knew what you felt right now, and he’d make sure he’d be here to help you through every second of it.


It’s been three weeks since you were released from the med bay. Tony had made you an artificial leg made from the same material as Bucky’s arm was made of. It has been an emotional roller coaster for you, that’s for sure. You wouldn’t even look at your left leg - or what’s left of it - for a few days.

When you got too tired for physical therapy, Bucky would bring you your crutches for you to walk on, and he would help you with exercises. He’s always arms length away from you. You enjoyed the time spent together. It formed an even tighter bond between the both of you, much stronger than before your accident.

"Y/N?” Your head snapped up and cleared of your thoughts as you watched Bucky walk over with a glass of water. He smiled softly and sat beside you, careful not to jostle your leg as he moved. “You looked a little lost there.” He commented, a ghost of worry in his eyes.

You smiled at him, taking the glass from his hand. You sipped at it slowly and hummed. "Just thinking is all.” Bucky nodded and looked down at your leg that was propped up on a cushion on the table. He thought you looked pretty badass with the metal leg. And a little sexier.

In another way, he absolutely adored it. It made him feel like he had someone to connect with. Even before you had this accident, he felt a connection with you. But now, helping you and seeing you push yourself and even grab onto him for support, it sparked a flame within his heart.

"Bucky,” Your hand waved in front of his eyes after you set your now empty glass down on the carpet. He hummed, raising his eyebrows. “You were spacing this time.” You laughed softly, watching his cheeks heat up just a little.

“S-sorry. Um, are you ready?” He stood to his feet and looked down at you. Another half hour of walking around and holding onto Bucky’s hand was now in motion. "Ready as I’ll ever be.” You grunted as you sat up, reaching for Bucky’s hand.

He bent down and picked most of your weight up so you could stand on both of your feet – one real, one made of metal. It was starting to feel a little more comfortable. Tony made it so it’s about the same weight as your right leg, so you weren’t pulling a huge piece of metal around. Rather it felt smooth, like you could cross it over your opposite knee normally. But it’s also strong enough to use during missions when you’ve healed completely.

Bucky walked beside you, keeping his metal hand on the small of your back and his right one underneath yours. You huffed as you walked, still a little wobbly. Before you left the common room, you stopped.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked with concern, his hand squeezing yours. You nodded shyly. “I want- can I hold your metal hand?” You asked quietly. If Bucky wasn’t in love with you before, he definitely was now. His heart skipped in his chest and he smiled widely. “Yeah! Y-yeah, of course-yeah.” He switched sides and now let his left hand rest underneath yours, his right hand holding the small of your back.

You smiled, feeling yourself become bashful. You just couldn’t help it. You wanted him to feel how he made you feel. Like having a missing body part, replaced with something that lacked blood flow and feeling, was okay. Bucky walked with you down hallways, into different rooms, keeping his patience with you when you needed to stop for a break.

"That’s good, Doll.” Bucky praised you as you slowed to a stop to rest for a moment. You smiled a little and Bucky turned to faced you. He looked down at your leg and hummed. “What if you try to walk on your own now? Just a few steps.” He offered, rubbing his hand along your arm soothingly as you gripped onto them for support.

You were getting better and this had started to feel easy enough. A little challenge would be fine, you thought to yourself. "Yeah, I’ll try it. You’ll be close, right?” You kept your eyes on Bucky’s chest, too scared to meet his eyes. He smiled and blushed lightly at your question. The thought of you wanting him close was endearing to him.

"I won’t leave.” He promised, slowly backing away from you. Bucky’s hand slipped from your grasp and you let out a shaky breath as you stood on your own. He stood a few steps away from you, ready to catch you if you started to fall. You can do this, it’s just a few steps.

Bucky took notice of your hesitation as he held his hand out for you to grab once you’ve made it to him. He waited patiently for you to move. Taking a steady breath, you began to walk. “Hold your hands out by your sides for more balance control, Y/N.” You did as Bucky said and started with your right foot. Your left foot followed, only a little more wobbly.

"That’s it, Doll.” Bucky’s smile was small but it grew bigger as you took another step. Your weight wasn’t as supported before, but you knew you’d have to walk without Bucky by your side eventually. "You’re almost here.” Bucky breathed, noticing your thigh beginning to shake.

Keeping your balance and your mind focused on the last two steps, you reached out for Bucky’s hand. You finally slipped yours into his as you stood in front of him. You laughed softly and felt your eyes fill with tears. "I did it, Bucky!” You felt happy and proud of yourself for accomplishing your goal. Bucky held you closer and pressed his lips to your forehead.

"That’s my girl.”


You woke up in a sweat, the throbbing pain in your leg had pulled you out of your sleep. It was becoming unbearable and you just wanted to scream. Turning to the clock on your bedside table, you checked the time. 5:23am. You groaned both out of pain and exhaustion.

Sleeping wasn’t too bad, but the pain you were starting to feel was just too much. You slipped out of bed and took deep breaths, grabbing your crutches so you could go see Bruce.

The tower was silent, but Bruce was always awake this early. You just hoped he would know how to help.

“Phantom pains.” He muttered, writing down some information on a clipboard. Your eyebrows creased as you sat on the table. “What?” You whispered, still trying to speak through the odd sensation of still having the rest of your leg there. Bruce sighed and before he could continue, Bucky walked into the lab.

He rushed over to you, not even acknowledging Bruce. “Are you alright? I wanted to check on you, but you weren’t in bed.” He was worried, holding both your cheeks in his palms. He noticed the discomfort in your features. “Phantom pains.” Bruce repeated. Bucky knew this all too well.

Bucky nodded in understanding and rubbed your back. “I recommend massages and I can give you simple anesthetic injections to ease the pain. It’s mostly psychological, so you’ll mentally have to overcome this.” Bruce explained while searching through his cabinet for an injection to give you.

You sighed and leaned your head on Bucky’s shoulder. He kissed your head and you looked away as Bruce flicked the end of the needle. “You ready?” You nodded and bit your lip as your brain now re-focused on the pain you were feeling. It was odd, feeling pain when you didn’t even have that part of you anymore.

Bruce injected you with the medicine and you breathed out, squeezing your eyes until he was finished. “For now, you can put a heating pad on top of it. It’s fine with the metal. It’ll aid in the pain while the medicine works its way into your system.” Bruce smiled softly at you, handing you a heating pad, and you quietly thanked him.

Bucky picked you up and you held your crutches to your chest along with the heating pad, allowing Bucky to carry you to your room.

Once there, Bucky helped you situate yourself in your bed, plugging in the heating pad, and gently placing it over where skin met metal. “You didn’t have to carry me.” You pointed out, causing Bucky to look up at you. “I know those pains all too well. You wouldn’t have made it back yourself this time.” Bucky mumbled, his eyes drooping a tad.

“Get some rest, Bucky.” You yawned, feeling better already. With a kiss to your forehead, Bucky left you to sleep.


After waking up again that morning, the day consisted of more physical therapy, another phantom pain injection, and Bucky helping you in any way he could. Night had fallen and you were feeling emotional as you stared at yourself in your full length mirror that hung from your closet door.

There were scar abrasions rising above the metal on your skin. You suddenly felt abnormal, insecure, and the tears you tried to hold back for the past five minutes were nearly filling over.

There was no way anyone would want to be with you when you looked like this. A small, broken and pained sob broke through your mouth. Just then, a soft knock sounded on your bedroom door.

"Go away!” You choked through your sobs, taking a seat on your bed. The knocking stopped and you hoped you hadn’t upset whoever it was. But you just didn’t want anyone to see you right now. Instead of the person leaving, they opened your door slowly.

“It’s me, Doll.” Bucky whispered, his eyes found you on your bed, in a t-shirt you stole from him at least a year ago. It was his favorite shirt, but it was yours now, there’s no way he’d take it from you – not after seeing you in it. He shut your door behind him and walked over to your bed, sitting down beside you. “Y/N?” His hand lifted your chin and your lip quivered. Tears stained your cheeks and he gasped quietly.

"Hey hey, what’s the matter?” His thumb wiped at your cheeks and you shook your head, another sob falling from your lips. Bucky was starting to worry now. Seeing you like was making his heart clench in his chest. “Doll, you gotta talk to me. Please.” He begged, making you meet his worried blue eyes. You controlled your crying and took deep breaths before you wiped at your nose.

“Bucky, I hate it.” His eyebrows creased and he instantly looked down at your leg. Surely you couldn’t mean that. His thoughts were correct when you looked down as well. Bucky sighed and he knew exactly what you were feeling. He stood up and moved towards your bedside table and grabbed the soothing cream Bruce had given you.

It helped with healing the skin a bit more where the metal rest against it. Bucky bent down onto his knees and you shied away from him. His hands reached for your leg and you whimpered, pushing his hand away. “Don’t touch it.” You whispered, trying to scoot away from him, to put distance between him and your leg.

Bucky’s eyes watered and he sat back on his haunches, trying to find the right words to say. “Y/N, I had the hardest time accepting my… arm. I knew what I did with it, how many terrible things it’s capable of, how many…people..I’ve-” His words got lost in the lump in his throat.

You bit your lip to keep from crying again. “Y/N, this doesn’t make you any less beautiful than before; any less stronger.” He spoke softly and he reached for your leg again. "I’m sorry.” You sniffled, letting him rub some cream where metal met skin. His fingers were slightly trembling and he glanced up at you.

“I’ll help you through this, Doll. If I can accept mine, you can accept yours.” You nodded and swallowed thickly, watching as he rubbed your leg, allowing the medicine to settle in before setting the tube aside. "I’m glad you’re here for me, Bucky.” Your hand reached out to his hair, trailing your fingers through it and you rubbed your thumb along his cheek. Bucky looked up at you and he was speechless.

Your touch sent shivers down his spine. He leaned forward and was closer to your face now, his torso rest against your knees. He let his forehead rest on yours and you held both of his cheeks now. “I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you.” Bucky’s eyes closed and you shook your head gently.

"It was my fault for not paying attention. I’m just glad you, Steve, and I made it out alive. I’m just, I feel so…ugly with this. And I don’t mean to make you feel bad about yours, but…it’s just so difficult.” Bucky pulled away slightly and you felt his metal hand trail down your thigh, then you only felt a little vibration when he let his metal hand rest against the inside of your metal leg.

He bent down and placed his lips along your flesh, causing your heart to skip in your chest. His lips were gentle on your skin and you became more aware of the feelings you had for this man. He was strong and was able to overcome the most horrible past. You felt guilty for feeling like this about your leg, when his arm held so much more angst and heart wrenching pain.

"Bucky.” You breathed as you pulled him up gently and looked into his eyes. He looked at you as if you placed the stars in the sky, as if you were the only two people on earth. He glanced at your lips and you slowly leaned in. Bucky was a tad bit more impatient. He closed the distance between your lips and your eyes immediately closed. His felt even softer against yours and you felt him hum into the kiss. Your lips molded perfectly together.

Your hand rest against his metal shoulder and you pulled away, gasping for air. Bucky looked at you with such intensity, you had to look away or else you’d be a sobbing mess again. But instead of meeting your lips with his once more, you pulled the collar of his shirt down enough to place your lips against his scars.

He was breathing shakily as he nuzzled his face into your hair, wrapping his flesh arm around your body.

You two stayed wrapped in each others embrace that night, both of your legs wrapped in his, and both of his arms wrapped around you. One real, one made of metal.

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BTS Reaction | Begging them to choke you during sex

Seokjin

Trails of soft kisses were left down your jawline and neck, hips fluidly rolling against your own while Seokjin hit your deepest spots. Your arms flew around his neck, pulling him even closer to you, if possible. He looked completely sinful ー his hair messy, forehead damp with perspiration while his hot breath fanned against your collarbone. Between your uneven moans, you whispered your request. Jin came to a slow halt of his thrusts, and looked at you rather skeptically. He was afraid that you’ve got a little carried away because of the heat of the moment, but after you reassured him lovingly that it’s something you’ve been wanting to try for a while, he gave you a smile while rolling his eyes playfully. He planted a soft kiss against your lips and told you that when it starts to hurt too much, you must tell him to stop.

Jin started to move his hips again as his hands stroked your stomach, then went up to your chest, carefully landing on your throat. You placed your hand on his wrist reassuringly, beginning to feel the pressure making its effect while your pleasure doubled.

“God, babygirl, you look so hot with my hands around your neck..”, he huffed as he pressed further, earning a naughty smile from you.

Yoongi

Yoongi was taking you from behind. You felt every hard thrust he made around your pulsing nerves, his hands gripping tightly on your hips, promising more bruises for the next days. You couldn’t help but trace your hand above his, placing it softly and giving him a loving glance. He licked his lips as he made eye contact with you and his thrusts became harder and deeper inside your wet core. You couldn’t hold your uneven moans from spilling and with your free hand you held yourself from falling on the headboard. Your request for him to choke you left your lips unconsciously as your head was clouded with pleasure. Yoongi hissed at the thought and chuckled quietly at your naughtiness, making you sweat a little more.

He suddenly pulled your hair roughly for better access and crept his hand from your chest up to your throat, gripping rather tightly. You couldn’t help but moan in anticipation, your voice vibrating in your throat as Yoongi picked up his pace. His fingertips carved into your sensitive skin, while his grip began to tighten, blocking your respiration. With his deep thrusts and pressure on your throat, you felt your climax getting nearer and nearer.

“Shit, such a naughty girl you are..”, he mumbled against your shoulder, holding you close to his sweaty body.

Hoseok

His lips were pressed against yours, moving passionately as he held your thighs apart to hit your deepest spots. Your hands wandered to his waist, making him move faster and harder against you. He placed a hand at the back of your head, deepening the kiss as he started to pound a little faster, leaving you a moaning mess underneath him. Slowly, you placed your own hand over his larger one, guiding it lower until it reached your neck, dampened with sweat. Hoseok got the hint, but hesitated a little bit at first, wanting to make sure if you really want to initiate this act, since he was a little afraid of hurting you. But when you told him that you are 100% sure and that you trust him entirely, he placed a loving kiss on your neck, his thrusts into you never slowing.

You felt his warm hands wander from your jawline, down to your neck again, slowly starting to grip on it. Hoseok’s moves began picking up pace, leaving you shuddering slightly under him. The sloppy sound of skin on skin began echoing the room, along with your choked moans and pants.

“Fuck, Y/N.. I don’t think I can last any longer..”, Hoseok grunted from above you, as you gripped his wrists, pushing him a little deeper on your burning throat and adding more pleasure to the both of you.

Namjoon

You felt Namjoon’s hard cock stretching out your walls with every motion he’d make. He went roughly in and out of you as you held yourself steady on his shoulders. Your moans were music to his ears everytime he hit that sweet spot of yours. His expression was entirely messed up, eyebrows scrunched together as he bit his lip. It was a great view, you could say. And you couldn’t help your naughty hands to grip for him and pull him closer to you. After you managed to choke out a breathy ‘choke me, daddy’, he grunted and smirked lightly in response, seeming to like your request, and the way you asked for it. His hands greedily traveled up your chest, arriving at your throat and, without warning, he began adding pressure.

You gripped his wrists tightly, wanting to double the pleasure. Parting your thighs even more for him to thrust deeper, you let out choked breaths and moans. His fingernails began sinking into your sensitive flesh, mixing it all with a little pain. But you wouldn’t mind. You enjoyed this moment entirely.

“Let me hear you, babygirl..”, Namjoon teased and gripped a little harder on your vibrating throat. You couldn’t help but choke out several high-pitched moans.

Jimin

You felt Jimin’s warmth radiate as you shuddered under him with pleasure. His cock smoothly sliding in and out of you, as he intertwined your fingers with his. It felt heavenly, but tonight, you wanted to spice things up a bit. Jimin pressed his sticky forehead against yours, whispering your name repeatedly, moving to leave some hickeys down your neck afterwards. You took this chance and suddenly called his name, breathlessly asking for him to choke you. It was quite sudden, indeed. He began slowing down his motions, as he eyed you carefully, seeing that you were very serious about this, since you began saying it repeatedly. He carefully told you that he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way, even though he couldn’t hold back the naughty grin that crept up his gorgeous face. You reassured him with a soft kiss that everything is just fine, and that you wanted to try it this once.

You earned a shy smile from him, as he unlaced his fingers from yours. His hands were making their way up to your collarbone, caressing it gently. He then seductively made his way directly to your throat, as his movements began picking up again. Jimin gently encircled his hands securely around your neck, pressuring it further. You couldn’t help but get goosebumps at the mixture.

“You’re so naughty, princess, I can’t believe you..”, he smiled teasingly as he moved hard against your hips, making you choke out a high-pitched moan.

Taehyung

Your legs were swung around Taehyung’s hips, as they rolled languidly against yours. He was a sweaty mess above you while he held your thighs apart, wanting to reach your deepest spots. His grip was tight, moving to your hips to pull you even closer to him. Loud grunts and pants left his lips, combined with your mewls of pleasure. Your hands cupped his own, moving them to your throat. As you told him to choke you, barely audible because of your sounds of pleasure, he gave you a surprised look, wondering if you were serious right then. His motions came to a slow halt as he mouthed a breathless ‘are you crazy?’, to which you shook your head and huffed. You began moving your hips against his, recreating the previous friction, and guided his palms to your throat. You could see Tae was a little unsure, but when you pressed his sweaty hands against your neck, all his insecurities vanished away and a new layer of lust made its way into his pupils.

Taehyung was gentle, he let himself guided by you and added pressure everytime you moved his hands further. You watched his fucked up expression as he licked his lips every now and then. He knew that he might have discovered a new kink now.

“Y/N.. Y/N.. God, you look so good like this”, he breathed and smirked as he listened to your choked out moans everytime he’d thrust deep into you.

Jeongguk

You were on top of Jeongguk, holding yourself steady on his sculpted chest as he pounded deep into you from underneath. His face was partly hidden beneath the soft cushions, but you could still manage to see his flustered face, sweat dripping from his temples. You slowly traced your fingers over the veins on his arms, gripping his wrists. He eyed you cautiously from between the coverings as you guided his hands from your tummy, up to your breasts when he started groping softly on them. You left out a quiet mewl and drew his hands more in the upper area, arriving at the crook of your neck. Kookie bit his lip and grunted as he started to move his hips faster. You breathed out your wish about him choking you, and you felt him shift beneath you.

After giving Jeongguk a reassuring smile, telling him that you’re entirely sure about this, he slipped from underneath you, pinning you to the bed. His hands instantly flew around your neck as his hips picked up pace again, thrusting deep into you. You felt your whole body overcoming with pleasure and choked moans erupted from your lips. Kookie’s biceps strained everytime he pounded into you, since he added more and more pressure to your throat, bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“Such a kinky slut you are, Y/N..”, he muttered as he studied your fucked up state and slid his hard cock in and out of you, feeling your walls slowly clenching around him.

A very kinky request from a very kinky person 😉💖 Love you, boo ~ Also, I kindly apologise for any mistakes, misinterpretations and/or OOCness. Love you all!!💞🏹 • Min-Seo

NSFW Eren headcanons

A/N: IT FINALLY HAPPENED.

Originally posted by fudayk

+ Inexperienced but this boy has stamina. Eren surprisingly has a high sex drive and can last for a while.
+ He’s very naive. Like when his s/o is horny and dropping hints that they want to have sex, it goes completely over Eren’s head. He doesn’t pick up on the hints, his s/o has to tell him that they want to fuck.
+ Eren prefers his s/o to take control most of the time because he’s not very confident to take over yet.
+ But he’s definitely not submissive. Does that make sense?
+ He’s a loud moaner like holy shit. One night his s/o was riding him and Eren was a moaning mess. His s/o covered his mouth in attempt to reduce the sounds before someone got suspicious.
+ Eren isn’t picky when it comes to sex really. Any position is fine, he just wants to make his partner feel good.
+ I see him being really good at fingering. Like he’s holding his s/o close to his with one of their legs held up while Eren’s fingers pump into you at his discretion.
+ He really likes seeing facial expressions and hearing moans. Its the quickest way to get him off.
+ I feel like Eren wouldn’t notice he was dirty talking. He would just be describing how amazing his s/o felt around him and its literally the hottest thing ever.
+ He’s open minded when it comes to sex so he’s always up for something new.
+ After long days of experiments and he’s wore out his s/o gives him a blow job or a hand job to make him feel better.
+ I also see Eren having really big cum shots. Like one day his s/o was giving him a blow job for the first time and he didn’t warm they and huge ropes of white came from within him. His s/o was shocked and very turned on.
+ He seems to have a small kink for overstimulation because when he cums he doesn’t stop until he’s extremely sensitive and whimpering. Also when he’s fingering his s/o, Eren doesn’t stop pumping his fingers inside of you until you’re shaking and pushing his hand away.
+ Aftercare? For the most part yes. Its usually consists of cuddling and sweet talk.

Reaction to thigh riding

Jin-

He would be super intrigued with the idea of thigh riding, especially since you and him were almost always vanilla people. He would scoot closer and whisper in your ear, “Climb on love.” You did as he said and began moving back and forth on his clothed thigh. The friction was enough to send your head back with many moans. He clenched his thigh which sent a new sensation through your body. You kept moaning as he grabbed onto you and pulled you closer to him capturing you in a kiss. You became moving faster and faster and soon you sent yourself over the edge. As you looked at Jin he said, “We should try new things more often” as he picked you up bridal style and brought you to the bedroom.

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

Namjoon-

As soon as you even hinted to thigh riding this boy was all for it. You two would be in the Mon Studio when he noticed you getting more and more impatient and needy. “Babygirl what’s wrong?” He asked damn well knowing what was wrong. “You’re always so busy and i just want to hang out, but you’re so caught up in work, and uhhgg just forget it…” You said trailing off. He got up and grabbed your hands. He lead you back to his desk and he sat down in his chair placing you straddling his thigh. “I know want you want babygirl, but I’m busy and this is the best I can do right now…now move.” He said in your ear as he flexed his thigh against your core sending an amazing feeling through your body. You began to move faster and you threw your head back at the sensation. Soon you were thrown into your high and gripping onto Namjoon’s shoulders as he chuckled. You continued to sit with him until he had finished his work.

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

Yoongi-

He would be the least into thigh riding, although if his princess wanted to try it he would be down. When he was relaxing in the living room of your guys shared apartment you walked in and laid on top of him waking him slightly. He looked at you a little confused, but when you sat up and straddled yourself on his thigh he knew exactly where this was going. He sat up with you and grabbed your waist as he did you bounced his leg which made you gasp. He gave you a smirk as he continued while you began to move as well. You leaned into his neck and moaned. This movement soon brought you closer and closer to your high until you finally achieved it. With one final moan into Yoongi’s neck you slowed your movements as he laid back down with you. “Maybe your suggestions aren’t always a ad idea princess.” He said and placed a kiss on top of your head.

Originally posted by nnochu

Hoseok-

You two were practicing a dance that he had choreographed when an especially daring part came up. By daring I mean you were completely pressed against Hoseok and he had his leg in between yours. You looked up at him blushing when he dragged his leg against your core with a smirk on his face, as you let out a surprised moan. This was all Hoseok needed to hear for him to push you up against one of the wall mirrors and place his thigh once again against you core. He flexed and grabbed your hips and made you moved up and down his thigh. This new sensation left you a moaning mess. “That’s it baby let me hear your glorious moans.” Hoseok said speeding up the pace your hip went. Your moans became louder as he whispered in your ear, “Just let go baby.” After all this stimulation you were sent over the edge as Hoseok giggled and helped you keep your balance as he said, “Maybe we should go home and finish what we started.”

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Jimin-

This boy and his thigh he would be so down for anything that had to do with thighs. So when you two were in an intense makeout session and you told him you wanted to try thigh riding he agreed instantly. Readjusting his position so you could rest comfortably on his thigh he reached up and grabbed your hands. You slowly began to move and moan quietly. He was content with this for a little while, but he wanted to make you feel more pleasure, so he began to flex and move his thigh which cause you to let out a surprised gasp. he smiled to himself and kept up his movements. You were soon moaning his name, and leaning into his chest as you reached your high instantly. You were breathing heavy on his chest when he picked you up with ease and began walking to the bedroom. “Oh babygirl we’re just getting started.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Taehyung-

This boy would be somewhat apprehensive, although when you stated that you really wanted to try it he happily agreed. You two were laying down together in bed when he grabbed your waist and positioned you over his thigh. You looked down at him with a surprised and happy look as he said, “Go ahead princess, this is what you wanted right?” You happily agreed as you began moving. He started at you intently as your face showed pure pleasure. As your moans began getting louder he lifted his thigh off the bed slightly cause a different, but amazing feeling deep in your ore. Soon you hit your high and collapsed on the bed next to him. He sat up on his elbows and looked down at you. “Rest for now princess, but that was only the beginning of the night.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook-

This boy would have no questions when it came to you wanting to ride his thigh. In fact he had been waiting for this day for a long time. He wanted everything to be perfect for this amazing time he was going to give you so he straightened up the bedroom, lit a few candles, and played some sexy music. When you came home from work you walked into the bedroom to find him laying there almost asleep. You noticed the room and though he was being so cute, even if it was a little cheesy. You walked over to him and woke him up with a kiss. “Good morning sleeping beauty.” You said giggling. “What’s all this for?” You asked. “The time of you life baby.” He said as he grabbed you and pulled you unto the bed. You were giggling so much until he placed you on his thigh. You knew what this meant so you began to move easily as he flexed and bounced his thigh for you. All of this was to much and it easily sent you overboard. You stopped moving and began giggling again. “Kookie you’re such a romantic.” You said placing a kiss on his cheek. “Oh baby you think we’re done? Hahaha! We’re just getting started.” He said in a serious tone.

Originally posted by purelyjimin

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Have you ever found yourself in a class or lecture so madly and rapidly writing notes that you miss a tonne of what the teacher is saying? And you sometimes have to ask the person next to you so you can ‘get with the program’ …. At this most ordinary juncture, you can forget trying to capture exam hints dropped by the teacher, you are simply in ‘survival mode’!

Apparently learning in class is more effective with the 80/20 rule. That is listen 80% and write 20% of the time. And you’re thinking ‘yeah, right, dream on…’ It is ‘kinda’ challenging and semi-unrealistic to achieve this, but if you actually read-up before class about the topic and prepare your notes (see last posts), you CAN be more chilled, and perhaps achieve a little of the 80/20 rule, in order to pick up on hints and material for exam questions.  Some teachers inadvertently drop hints without realising, but if you’re so focused on writing chicken scratch, you would sooo miss those hints.  Try this hack and see… 

TV Guide SDCC Flash Quotes

- With so many speedsters present in the season finale, executive producer Andrew Kreisberg decided to put a hold on Violett Beane’s Jesse Quick. “But she has been such a great addition to the show,” Kreisberg says. “We’ll see what happens in Season 4.”

- Things in Season 4 will pick up six months after the finale with Cisco’s Vibe (Carlos Valdes) and Wally’s Kid Flash (Keiynan Lonsdale) on crime-fighting duty. “Then a threat arises that they can’t handle,” Kreisberg says, “and Cisco admits he’s secretly been working on a way to retrieve Barry.”

- While saying goodbye, Barry asked his fiancée to keep running, and she is going next-level with that one. “Iris is running Team Flash,” Kreisberg says, hinting at some major growth for Ms. West this year. In fact, “the season premiere is all about Iris and Cisco, not Barry.”

- “We actually just made a deal with Jessica to appear on the show next season in a recurring role,” Kreisberg confirms. Cisco is probably really thrilled about that one.

- Conceding that the “Savitar kills Iris” storyline “did get very dark,” Kreisberg promises a little more sun in Central City. “We really wanted to brighten the show up and have it be unabashed fun and excitement next year,” he says.

Other notes: Harry Wells is back, Devoe is the world’s fastest man versus the world’s fastest mind, and Caitlin returns with some new secrets regarding what she’s been doing for six months.

One night // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: you’re in a relationship but you’re in love with Shawn- the only reason you’re not with him is because you’re scared of being hurt. One night things get heated between you and Shawn and feelings are confessed.

Requested: YASSS

Authors note: sooooo this is new


“So how’s Jeff?” his eyes glint mischievously as he turns to look at me, our attention quickly focusing on the other rather then the movie.

“Jeff?” I hum, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You know, your boyfriend?” the way he says it makes shivers crawl up my spine.

“He’s good,” I murmur, turning away from him.

“Just good?” he prods, nudging my side with his elbow making me squirm.

“He’s amazing,” I sigh, looking back a him. “He’s so kind and patient, never rushes me into anything I don’t want to do.” I pause, my eyes locked onto Shawn’s, his face blank of emotions.

“He listens to me, I listen to him. We work well together,” 

“Do you think he might be the one?” Shawn questions just above a whisper.

No words come out my mouth as I stare at him. Was my relationship with Jeff endgame? I had no clue.

“Why would you ask me that?” Instead comes out my mouth.

“Curious,” he whispers and in that moment it felt like the room heated up. It felt like the skin of my thigh that was resting against Shawn’s was on fire.

“I don’t know, its too soon,” I whisper back, unaware that I was moving closer to him.

“You’ve been dating for 7 months,” Shawn states, reciprocating my movement.

“Does that mean I have to know now?” I asks sarcastically and Shawn smirks.

“Its usually a good clue for a relationship,” Shawn looks like he wants to say something else.

“Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t,” I shrug. There was tension in the room, something that was unsaid between our friendship that was bound to come out soon. That time seemed to be now.

“Do you love him?” Shawn’s eyes blaze at the question, passion glowing in them.

“I don’t know,” I breathe the words, my face inches from his. I hadn’t even realize we’d gotten this close. The last time I’d been in a position like this with him was 9 months ago- before Jeff- where Shawn and I had kissed.

Deep in my soul, I knew I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to feel his heated lips pressed against my own as my hands trailed up his back to tangle in his hair. I shouldn’t want this- crave this, especially when I had Jeff.

“Why did you run away from me last time?” Shawn asks me quietly, immediately I know he’s thinking about the same thing I am.

“I..” I can’t find the words again. “I was scared,” 

He freezes, his nose brushing the tip of mine and my cheeks burn at the contact, his presence did things to my body that never occurred when I was with Jeff. 

“Of me?” his eyes drop to my lips before flicking back up.

“I don’t think I could ever be scared of you Shawn,” the thought making a smile appear on my face at the absurd question.

“Then what?” His tone is soft, weary. This is the most we’ve ever talked about it. After our moment of passion I had fled- not wanting to see Shawn. After that searing kiss I had buried my emotions in fear of being hurt by him. 

“I didn’t want you to break my heart,” I gulp, the truth finally out in the open.

“Y/n, I would never dream of breaking your heart,” Shawn whispers, his hands reaching up to cup my face.

“I know,” For some weird reason I’m crying. Shawn however, simply wipes away the fallen tears.

“The last thing I want is to see you hurt because of me,” he whispers. Jeff doesn’t even cross my mind as my best friend inches closer to me until his lips are about to brush mine.

“I wish that what I knew now, I knew ages ago,” he says and its like time has frozen, its just me and him.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble and he smiles but it looks fake.

“I wish you were mine, I know I’m selfish to want this when you have a boyfriend but you do crazy things to me,” His words pull me in until its like I’m drowning in them.

“There’s nothing wrong-” I don’t even bother finishing my sentence, my breathing rugged as his hands crawl to hold my waist, my skin feeling hot where his thumb lazily rubs the exposed area.

“One night,” he mutters, to himself or me I’m unsure. “I want you for one night, all mine,” 

Then his lips are upon mine and its everything I’ve imagined from last time. He tastes the same, minty with a slight hint of the tea he always seems to be drinking.

My hands are in his hair as he’s pulling me closer, his lips feverishly pressing into mine and I’m shaking from the feeling of his body against mine. 

Not once do I think of my boyfriend as Shawn picks me up, carrying me to his bedroom to place me on the bed. 

I don’t think about how he’s at home right now, trusting me, as my shirt is being discarded on the floor. 

I don’t think about how he’s been perfect in every aspect that a boyfriend could be as my jeans are peeled off my legs and Shawn crawls between them, his skin flush against mine.

All that crosses my mind is how Shawn is here, right now, kissing me, holding me, touching me. Friends don’t do this. Friends don’t feel this way about each other. A girlfriend doesn’t feel this way when she’s in a relationship with someone else.

Shawn’s damp forehead presses against mine as he raises his arms to press my hands against the mattress, entwining our fingers together as I cry out softly at the feeling of Shawn.

“I’m in love with you,” My eyes snap to meet his in the dimly lit room, his eyes filled with adoration and love. Just like Jeff’s.

“I love you,” I can’t help but whimper back at him. He murmurs it again, repeating it over and over as the night slowly fades away and the morning approaches.

When I wake up, he’s not next to me. I sit up, my stomach a mess of emotions. I slept with Shawn. That same sentence on loop inside my head.

Chucking a shirt over my head I make my way to the kitchen where I hear Shawn’s voice.

“Yeah no sorry she’s still here, she fell asleep and it was late,” his tone is impassive and I feel my stomach drop to the floor.

“Yeah I’ll tell her you called, bye,” He puts his phone on the bench, running his hands through his hair and tugging on the ends in a stressful manor.

“Shawn?” I ask softly. He turns around at my voice.

“Hey,” He smiles at me.

“Who was that?” My voice tremors, both of us knowing that I already knew the answer.

“Jeff,” I still take a sharp intake of breath at the name.

“Y/n,” Shawn breaks the silence. “I want you to know that not for one second last night that anything I said was a lie, I meant every word,” he’s searching my face, looking for a sign that I feel the same.

“Shawn,” I whisper, I’m scared I’ve stuffed everything up.

“Y/n please, no, don’t tell me last night was a mistake,” He’s tearing up quickly and it makes my heart clench. “You told me you loved me,” His voice wobbles and it tips me over the edge.

“I’m sorry,” I sob, my hand wiping my watery eyes. “I’m so sorry,”

“No, no,” I’ve never seen Shawn cry until now. “Please don’t tell me you’re going back to him,”

“I never lied last night Shawn,” He tries to smile but fails miserably. “But I cheated Shawn, Jeff never deserved that.”

“I should have stopped it when I could have,” He turns away from me, his shoulders shaking slightly.

“Hey,” I walk over to him, placing a hand on his bare shoulder.

He turns slightly to me and I wipe away one of his tears and he sniffles, smiling, doing the same to me.

“Last night wasn’t a mistake for me, it was a mistake in a sense that we shouldn’t have done that when I was in a relationship but our feelings couldn’t stay hidden forever,” he pulls me into his chest as I comfort him with my words.

“I’m sorry about how it happened,” He mutters into my hair.

“I’m going to go home and talk to Jeff about everything, I just hope I haven’t ruined his trust in relationships,” I trail off, the guilt simmering in my stomach.

“We all make mistakes,” Shawn leans back to look at me, holding my face in hands. “You’re human and it happens, we can’t take it back,” A silence fills the room.

“I’m going to come back here tomorrow, we’re going to talk about us,” I tell him softly.

“There’s an us?” Shawn asks, shock written across his features.

“I love you, remember?”

Fuel to Fire (2)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f), some vague hinting to a troubled past, swearing, alcohol 

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.

Fuel to Fire (intro)

A/N: The way Bucky and Steve met is cute, okay? I think it’s adorable. 

“So, what’s up with you and the tattoo dude?” Clint says around a mouth full of pizza, spilling cheese on his shirt. He looks down, lower lip pushed out in a pout. “Aw, cheese”

“Real charming, Barton” Y/N rolls her eyes, throwing the hand towel at him that she saves especially for these occasions. “And there’s nothing going on, if you hadn’t noticed,” she puts the crust of her pizza slice back on her plate and sets it aside, “he’s married to that other ‘tattoo dude’, Steve”

Clint shrugs, “There’s couples who do that”

Y/N furrows her brow, only acting to be oblivious. “Do what?”

“Add a third party to the-.. well, party” Clint takes another bite, miraculously avoiding spilling more cheese, yet still looking like a bum as he slouches low on the couch.

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Warmth || Peter Parker Imagine

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,498 words

Request by anon:  hello i would like to request a peter parker x reader imagine where there dating and he has a nightmare about her dying and he goes to her apartment and cuddles her and the next day he’s all clingy but she doesn’t mind it at all? can you make it really cute please?

No Homecoming Spoilers (I mean, I mentioned Adrian Toomes as the villain but I mean, that’s kind of implied)

A/N: RIP Tom’s curls. i edited it but my computer did something weird so some words could be scrambled.

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Originally posted by clutterbucky


“No, please! Please don’t hurt her.” Peter screamed at the top of his lungs as he was in his Spider-Man suit with his mask off, chained to the wall behind him. He was pulling and tugging the chains, trying to get out of them to hold his girlfriend.

Y/N sat before him, leaning against a wall not chained down due to the hours of torture she endured that made her body too weak to do anything. Tear streaks laced her cheeks as a man, with his back to Peter, was leaning over a trey of tools. ​"Now, Mr. Parker,“ the man turned around with a knife in one hand and electrically charged wires in the other, the man was the Vulture, “which one should I use?”

Peter screamed while he pulled at the chains again, his wrists bleeding profoundly. “You don’t have to do this Adrian. You don’t have to. Please don’t hurt her. You want me remember?! So, just hurt me!” Sweat was sticking to his forehead and tears were falling from his eyes.

“We won’t tell anyone. No one has to know what happened, if that’s what you want, just please stop hurting her.” Peter begged, wanting to end the pain that Y/N was feeling so intensely. Adrian sighed, putting the knife down on the trey, placing the wires in both of his hands. “Sorry Peter, but you know I can’t do that.” He stated with a hint of sarcasm. He then placed the wires onto her abdomen, smiling wickedly at her screams of pain.

Peter screamed with her, his eyes filling with more and more tears. Adrian pulled the wires away, tossing them recklessly onto the ground. He picked up two more weapons, turning to Peter once again, “I think you should answer me this time, kid. Which should I use to kill her?”  He pulled one hand out from behind his back, “this one?” directing Peter’s attention to the knife. “Or this one?” He asked, revealing his other hand to show the silver gun.

He heard Y/N sob, making Peter pinch his eyes closed. “Please don’t do this,” He whispered, looking up at the man with watery eyes as he looked at him from where he was kneeling.

Adrian ‘tsk'ed as he put the knife down again. “Why don’t you ever answer me? I hate having to decide these things on my own. You have no idea how hard it is.” He pointed the gun at Y/N’s temple, making her sobs turn even more frantic. “Please! Just stop this!” Peter shouted, pulling and tugging at the chains.

Adrian glared at him, shaking his head slightly as he looked back at the gun in his hand, “Too late.” Before Peter knew it, Adrian pulled the trigger and Y/N’s eyes closed for the last lime.

Peter screamed at the top of his lungs when he saw her body fall on its side. “I’ll kill you you son of a bitch! You here me?! I’m gonna fucking kill you!” He shouted while Adrian laughed menacingly. Before Peter knew what was happening, the man came closer and closer to him, everything suddenly turning black.

He sat up, sweat drenching has back with the pale moonlight shining through his window. Peter was letting out quick and jagged breaths as he threw the covers off his body. He stumbled out of his bed, searching for a pair of pants to wear. He pulled the grey sweatpants over his legs before throwing on his Midtown sweatshirt and stepping into his shoes.

Grabbing his phone and stuffing it in his pocket, Peter opened his bedroom window. Climbing out of the warm, cozy room and into the dark,cold night.

The walk, or run, to Y/N’s apartment felt like it took hours, even if it was only around 10 minutes. The entire way there, tears kept flying out of his eyes. Peter just wanted to see her, hold her and never let go. He arrived at her building, climbing up the fire escape that was by her window. He pulled the glass upwards, enough to get his body through.

As he steadied himself in her room, he was able to see her asleep on her bed. Her chest rising and falling as she let out short breaths. Peter sighed, taking off his shoes and climbing into the bed behind her. He held her body closed to his chest, placing his forehead in between her shoulders.

“You’re okay,” He whispered, closing his eyes as a few tears escaped. Soon, sleep met Peter’s mind, along with peaceful and happy dreams.

Y/N woke up the next morning when her alarm started blaring. She moved her body to turn of the noise but she wasn’t able to move far due to arms wrapped around her body. She looked over her body to see Peter, his soft curls covering his eyes while he snuggled closer to the pillow under him.

She stretched her arm further to turn off her alarm. She didn’t want to disturb Peter, but she had to wake him up for school. “Peter,” she whispered softly, shaking his shoulders a little bit. He stirred, pinching his eyes before slowly opening them. A soft smile appeared on his lips, “Hey Y/N.”

“Hey, Peter,” She chuckled, running a hand through his curls, “Why are you here? Not that I don’t want you here. His smile dimmed, "I just really needed to see you.” Y/N stood up off her bed, holding his hand to drag her with him.

“I have to go home, and uh, get ready for school.” He stood up and held her in his arms. She turned her head up, standing on her tippy toes to connect their lips together. Peter relaxed at the feeling, not ever wanting to leave her grasp. She pulled away, patting his arm lightly. “See ya later Spidey.”

The entire day, Peter couldn’t keep his hands off of Y/N. On the subway to school, he kept falling asleep on her shoulder. At lunch, he had his arm around her waist to keep her closer to him. When he walked her to class his lips lingered on hers longer than they usually did. He even gave her his grey sweater so that she could have a small piece of him while he wasn’t in her classes. In the classes they had together, he had his hand clasped around hers.

As much as Y/N loved the small acts of his affection, she knew that Peter was acting weird ever since she saw him this morning.

After school, Y/N went over to his place to watch movies, do homework and just hang out. It felt like the perfect time to ask him about how strange he’s been acting. “Hey Peter?” Y/N asked, laying on the couch with her head on his chest as he was playing with her hair. He mumbled a small, ‘hm’ admiring her while she turned down the volume on the T.V.

She sat up a little, turning her body so that she could make eye contact with him. “Is everything okay? You’ve been acting super weird today.” She asked as she was playing with his fingers as their hands were held together. Peter sighed, sitting up on the sofa, with his legs crossed. Y/N sat in front of him with the same posture.

He held both of her hands in his, rubbing his thumbs across the back of her hands, not looking into her eyes. “Last night,” he started, but cleared his throat, “I had a nightmare. A-A terrible nightmare. Vulture, he came back. And I don’t know how we go there but we were both in this small room. I was chained to a wall while he-he was torturing you.” Peter sniffled, and Y/N’s eyes softened.

“He held a gun to your head, Y/N. And he pulled the trigger before I could stop him,” he looked up at Y/N with tears filling up his eyes, “That’s why I went to your house last night. I was scared and I thought I actually lost you, Y/N.”

Y/N moved from her position to configure herself in his arms. His tears soaked her shirt as he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. “You didn’t lose me Peter and you never will.”

He leaned back, pressing his forehead against hers. “I love you so much.” He whispered, pressing their lips together. He loved the feeling of their lips together. It made him feel content with to world. It made him feel like he could do anything he wanted. They pulled away at the same time. “I love you too, Pete.” She smiled, joining their lips together again.

The Jealous Boss;

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Summary: Being Jennie Kim’s assistant had its pros and cons. the biggest con being that she’s the jealous type  

Disclaimer: All the things that are mentioned in this are words of fiction aka it’s not real. I’ve literally just made this up and as always credits to @dazzlingkai for the gif

Member: Jennie from Blackpink x female reader

Rating: Mature

Words: 3910

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You Don’t Know Me | 3

Summary: Yoongi gets you pregnant and chickens out

Originally posted by yoongiyi

Word Count: 2077

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: swearing, strong opinions on abortion

Part 1 | Part 2


“(Y/N) please-”, Yoongi rushed to your side as he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks but you stepped back, holding your free hand in front of yourself. You didn’t want to feel his touch. It always made you weak, weak for him, weak for his excuses, but you needed to stay sane in that moment. You needed him to realize how bad he screwed up. He needed to see how mad and hurt you were. If he touched you, all those feelings would vanish in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t touch me Yoongi”, you choked out and he stood still. His eyes that usually didn’t hold much emotions, were full of brokenness, regret and a hint of something you couldn’t quite make out. His shoulders had sunken forward while his hands were in his pockets.

“Why now? Why, out of all days, you picked today to talk to me?”, you sniffed and wiped over your face with the back of your hand. Today had been a rather good day for you but now you were a mess like any other day before. Just with the slight difference that today you were a mess because Yoongi was talking to you. The other days you were a mess because he didn’t talk to you.

“I-I don’t know”, he stammered, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t know you were here but as soon as I saw you, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. The last month has been horrible. I felt as if I was going through hell every single time I heard your ringtone or saw your messages. Every time I heard you in our living room or saw you leave the dorms. I wanted to hold you, tell you everything will be okay. I wanted to be the one to bring you food over and take you to your appointments. I wanted to hold you in my arms until you fell asleep like we used to. Feel your heartbeat against my body and having your smell linger in my studio. I wanted to tell you cheesy lines that reminded me of you just to hear your beautiful laugh”, he had stepped closer as his index finger gently caressed the side of your face, his eyes moving over yours.

Loneliness.

The thing in his eyes, you couldn’t make out at first - it was loneliness.

“Then why did you ignore me? Why did you hurt me like that when you felt that way?”, you stared at him, pleading for an explanation. “Why did you leave me?”

Yoongi closed his eyes and swallowed hard, before shaking his head. “Because I was scared. You know how hard I work to make our dreams come true and with a baby all this hard work would have been for nothing.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Having a baby doesn’t mean that everything is ruined Yoongi. Yes, you have more responsibility but it doesn’t ruin your career. You’re very talented and everybody knows that.”

He let his hand fall down and bit down on his lip. “No, you don’t get it (Y/N). I’d have to make more time for you and the baby because obviously I can’t let you raise it alone. I wouldn’t be able to tour because I have you and the baby at home - touring would mean leaving you behind like a single mother for several months. That’s horrible. A baby would mean getting less sleep than I already do, bringing me closer to a burn-out than I already am, which I cannot afford. There are just so many negative points in this (Y/N), talent alone doesn’t make them go away.”

Confusion was written all over your face as Yoongi’s words sunk in. Realization hit you, making your jaw drop.

“Hold on - what exactly do you want Yoongi?”, you glared at him skeptically, hoping that your thoughts were wrong, silently praying to God that you were simply being overly paranoid.

He gently grabbed your hands, letting his fingers play with yours as his eyes softened. “I want you. I want you to take me back and be my girlfriend again (Y/N), please. I love you.”

These were the words you had waited for, for so long. Dreamed of every night since he left and cried over to exhaustion. But now that Yoongi had said them, an uncertain feeling spread throughout your chest area, making sickness approach you.

“But you just said that you didn’t want a baby, Yoongi”, you raised one eyebrow at him as he giggled at your words.

You didn’t understand what was so funny.

“Yeah, I don’t want a baby. I want you.”

Silence. The only noise you registered was a floor creaking somewhere in the dorm and your thoughts telling you to run. 

You were right.

Your heart beating increased and sweat formed on your palms. An enormous feeling of having to protect the little human inside of you, made your body shake.

“You’re expecting me to get an abortion?”, you asked hesitantly, afraid to hear the answer. He couldn’t be this heartless. He just couldn’t. Not the Yoongi that you knew and loved. He wouldn’t do that.

“Exactly”, he answered shortly, giving your hands a tight squeeze and smiling warmly at you. “It’s not like the baby is an actual human yet, we’re not killing anybody. We’re just doing the right thing.”

Never in all those years of knowing Yoongi, you would have thought that he’d be capable of suggesting something like that. You couldn’t even picture him thinking about such a cruelty.

He wanted to kill your baby. 

He wanted to get rid of it to be able to keep on dating you secretly again and not lose his job. He didn’t care about the baby, nor you. It was all about his job, his career, his image.

“You can’t be serious right now, Yoongi”, you slowly withdrew your hands from his touch, placing them on your tummy and slightly stepped back. 

His eyebrows raised in confusion. “Of course I am (Y/N). That’s the best solution for all of us.”

Crazily, you started shaking your head, disbelief numbing your body. “This is the best solution for you! What about the baby? You’re just gonna kill it off because it’s an inconvenience to you? What if I’m an inconvenience at some point, huh? Are you gonna kill me then, too?”

At this point, you were screaming at him, forgetting about all the pain you had gone through because of him. All you could think of was he wants my baby dead, repeating in your head like a deadly mantra.

“What? No, of course not. Are you crazy? That’s different! This baby isn’t even born yet”, he screamed back, trying to come closer to you but you pushed him away with one hand while the other one was still holding onto your tiny tummy. Jungkook was right, you weren’t fat but you did have a little noticeable tummy by now and you were going to protect it, no matter what. Or who.

“How is this different Min Yoongi? This baby is a living creature just like you and me. It might not be fully developed yet but it’s still a little person. It’s still a little person that we”, you signaled in between the two of you, “created. It has our DNA, our blood, our everything. It is growing inside of me and God have mercy, I will do anything and everything to protect this little creature from anything and anyone.”

Your fists were balled and your body was shaking angrily. Yoongi’s expression turned from confused to attentive.

“Babe listen, that’s just your motherly instincts. It’s nothing-”, Yoongi tried to explain but you held up a hand, not believing what you were about to say.

“Yoongi, if you don’t want this baby then fine. I’ll leave you alone. You don’t have to raise this baby with me. But I’m not going to abort it. Never. I might be a broke college student with a shitty part-time job that really does not pay me enough but I’ll get through it. I have the boys and Jin who are supporting me so much, unlike you. Especially Jin. So you don’t have to worry, he’ll take care of me and the baby and help me whenever I need help”, you tried to look at him with a straight face but you were never that good in hiding your emotions. He could read you like an open book and he knew that it hurt you to say those words to him.

“So what, Jin is going to replace me and raise that baby instead? Jin, who is secretly in love with you and has been for years is going to be its dad while me - the actual father - will be “Uncle Yoongi” is this how it’s going to be? Wow what a great choice (Y/N), really. You have to be kidding me”, he clenched his teeth and tilted his head in annoyance. “I won’t let him take you away from me. We’ve been through too much (Y/N). I love you and want to be with you! Why can’t you see that? Why isn’t that enough?”

You stopped in your tracks. What did Yoongi just say?

“What did you say?”

“Why isn’t my love enough-”, he started but you shook your head. 

“No, the other thing about Jin. He’s what?”, there’s no way you had heard right. He was just a friend, nothing more.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and bit onto his lower lip, moving from one foot to another. He was anxious and you could tell. “He has been in love with you since I introduced you to the boys. He confessed it to me maybe a year after we started dating. It was so obvious, I thought you’d be able to tell.”

Again, you shook your head. This time more slowly. 

That’s why he always went the extra mile to make sure you were doing fine.

It all makes sense now.

Slowly, you took a deep breath and exhaled in order to calm yourself. You couldn’t afford to make any irrational decision right now.

Looking up at Yoongi, you noticed his sunken figure and your heart shattered into even tinier pieces than it had been before. “Jin will not be their dad and you won’t be the uncle. You’re the father Yoongi and nothing’s going to change that. I will raise this kid because I always hoped for a future with you, a future where we’d be happily married with our own family and I love you so much Min Yoongi, I do. You’re the love of my life and even if I have to raise our baby alone, he or she should know that at least their mom believed in love”, you cleared your throat before continuing. “Also, Jin won’t take me away from you because”, another deep inhale, “I don’t belong to you and we’re not together anymore. You left me and you don’t want this baby. So, no Yoongi, your love is not enough for me. If you loved me like you say you do, we’d be making up already and talking about our future with the baby. Not discussing your wish for its abortion and fathomless jealousy of Jin.”

“Babe, I-”, his face fell and tears welled up in his eyes.

You turned your back to him and walked towards the front door, unable to take in his broken state anymore because in your opinion, he wasn’t allowed to feel that way. You were the broken one. Not him. He didn’t have any right to be this upset and helpless.

“No Yoongi, that’s it. You don’t want the baby, okay. I get it. I should have understood that earlier and not bother you with all my calls and texts and randomly show up at your house, imagining that I knew you well enough to think you were only being stubborn”, you clumsily put on your shoes while Yoongi simply stood behind you, looking like a lost boy.

“Please don’t go”, he whispered under tears, voice cracking, making you look up. It broke your heart and new tears rolled down your cheeks as well, as you saw his heartache displayed on his face. Gently, you wiped some tears off his cheeks.

“I have to”, you replied, turning around before he could do or say anything, closing the door behind you.

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