I don’t know if anyone else has posted about this but I was rewatching supergirl 2.01 and paused to look at Karas’
“Part-time nanny for the Quinton’s (Summer 2009)” And now all I can think about is late teens Kara babysitting and constantly calling up Eliza or Alex asking questions. One time one of the kids falls over and she can’t use her super-speed to catch them so she calls Alex, “Alex what do I do they fell and now their knee is bleeding and I promised I wouldn’t let them come to any harm” “Kara it’s okay, kids fall all the time. It’s just a graze, they’ll be okay.”
Or one of the kids asks to watch an old cartoon and Kara squeals because it’s the show Alex used to put on when Kara would cry when she first got to Earth and it was her first Earthly special interest and she talks about it animatedly for hours with this little kid. I have so many babysitter!Kara feels now.
Thank you for 2,000! We hope you enjoy! - The Admins
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the leader of a Mafia. He’s a drug lord, rich, and a murderer. And you? You’re just (Y/N). But to Jungkook you’re his everything, and he will do anything he can to keep you safe.
Type: A bit of everything
Warnings for this part: Guns, SMUT!, Blood, shitty fight scenes (i tried bro), language, drugs, angst
You had just gotten off of work and headed over to Jimin’s place. You hadn’t talked to him all day and decided you’d pay him a surprise visit. You used your key to unlock the door and set your bag down on the small table next to it.
You had barely taken a few steps into the house when you heard a moan, Jimin’s moan. ‘He’s probably masturbating’ You thought, it wasn’t the first time you had walked in on him jerking off.
He did it when he was impatient and you’d always come home at just the right time to be able to help him. You smiled to yourself and slipped off your shoes before walking towards his door at the end of the hall.
As you went to grab the handle you heard another moan, a woman’s moan. ‘Is he watching porn?’ You thought and grabbed onto the knob.
“Oh Jimin! Right there!” A woman cried, you could tell he was having sex with her, the noises of skin slapping got louder.
You opened the door and saw a sight that you would never forget. A woman was underneath Jimin, her legs were out and he was thrusting into her quickly while letting out those grunts that made you so wet. But you were just disgusted. Hearing those noises made you want to puke.
You watched in shock as he used a hand to grab onto her breast and squeeze her nipple while the other moved down and he used his thumb to rub her clit. His back was facing you and she had her eyes closed, she was moaning too loudly to even hear you walk into the room.
She was right on the brink of her orgasm when you almost screamed.
“REALLY JIMIN?!” He had one last snap of his hips that made her orgasm before he quickly pulled out and stared at you. You watched as she squirted all over him and the sheets and gagged.
“Wait! (Y/N)!” He got up and followed you as you ran down the hallway. His dick was red and hard, standing against his lower stomach but that was the last of his worries.
“I-I can explain.” He stuttered, surprised that he had been caught. This wasn’t the first time he was fucking another girl, this had been going on for a while. Hell, he had been having sex with multiple girls all at once, he had been getting bored of (Y/N).
You shook your head and said nothing while tears streamed down your face, your hands shook as you grabbed your shoes and slid them on your feet.
“(Y/N), listen.” His hand reached out to grab yours and you flinched and slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch me! Don’t…” You grabbed your bag and he ran a hand through his hair.
“Please! Let me talk.” You could barely see clearly from the tears in your eyes.
“No, I don’t wanna hear it.” You opened the door and ran down the hallway to the elevator, quickly closing the doors before Jimin could make it to you.
You ran out of the apartment complex, barely making it out of the doors before throwing up on the grass. Everything you had eaten came up and you were dizzy while walking to your car.
You took a minute and wiped away your tears and went home, never speaking a word to Park Jimin again.
5 months had passed since you’d said a word to Jimin. You came back the next day, collected all of your things you had left at his place, giving him back the shirts you took from him and walked passed him and didn’t look back.
3 months after he had cheated, you went on a date with Jungkook and things went on from there. You had met Jungkook through Jimin and became your best friend. Whenever you and Jimin argued, you’d step outside and call Jungkook, letting out all of your problems.
You haven’t had sex since the last time you and Jimin had slept together and that was nearly 3 weeks before you caught him cheating.
Jungkook was rich, but you weren’t dating him for the money. When you met him, he looked like complete shit. Hair messy and unwashed, his eyes were bloodshot and he had bags underneath them. His shirt was wrinkled and he had dried up tears on his face. He walked in on you and Jimin watching a movie and told Jimin about how his girlfriend had broken up with him.
He asked you on a date when you were complaining about being tired of being alone. You were tired of staying in bed all the time, crying because of your heartbreak. But Jungkook, he was everything you wanted and more.
Jimin was great at first, but near the end of your relationship, you barely talked to each other anymore.
Jungkook made you feel special, he got you what you want and simply asked for your love in return. You made it clear to him that you didn’t want the money, he was what you wanted.
And now you were here today.
Another day on the job. You lead another family to a table and handed them their menu’s. A dad, and two children. You politely smiled and rejected him when he asked you out on a date, stating you had a boyfriend.
He smiled in understanding and proceeded to talk to his children. ‘If only more people here were like that’ you thought to yourself while going to hand their orders to the chef.
Most of the men that went here were with their girlfriends and snuck over you on their way to the bathroom, trying to cop a feel.
A few girls had even hit on you before, they stared and bit their lips, admiring your body from head to toe. But you also rejected, again stating you had a boyfriend.
When your shift was over, you said goodnight to everyone and made your way home to your apartment. You said hello to the friendly old lady who was working on opening her door, her poor old shaky hands struggling with putting the key in the hole. You watched as she walked in and then walked into your apartment. You turned on the lights and kicked off your shoes, stretching before laying down on your couch.
You pulled your phone out of your pocket and read the text messages from your friends and quickly replied before shooting a text message to Jungkook.
‘Just got off work. How was your day?’
Jungkook was currently at one of his clubs with Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon. Jimin was dealing cocaine, laughing and joking around with one of their clients. Jungkook was sat in a chair, silently watching everyone closely.
Yoongi had a girl on his lap, she was grinding against him while they made out. Music was blaring and some other people were dancing.
Hoseok was in another room, having sex with one of his usual girls. When the DJ would switch the songs, you could hear their moans, she was literally screaming.
Jungkooks phone vibrated when he noticed something odd. One of his clients had a gun tucked into his belt, which was strictly against the rules. No one but Jungkook and a few others were allowed to carry a gun on them while at the clubs.
Jungkook got up and walked over to Jimin, putting his hand on his shoulder and tapping his finger 3 times. This was their signal. Jimin shrugged his arm off of his shoulder and when they made eye contact, Jungkook’s hand made it’s way to his gun.
Jimin’s hand reached into his pocket and wrapped around the handle of a knife and by this time their ‘clients’ had noticed what they were doing.
In a second, guns were raised.
Yoongi and the girl had broken up, he was stood next to her, gun raised and she had one in her hand also. Namjoon was aimed at the one who was aiming at Yoongi.
Jimin made the first move and quickly stabbed his knife into the man’s gut that was standing behind him. His arm shot up, hitting his arm so the gun went off and the bullet went into the ceiling.
Jungkook quickly shot the next two, one of their bullets grazing his shoulder. Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, and the other female shot at a few other people. Jungkook shot at their leader but missed.
He knocked the gun out of Jungkooks hand and he was just left with his hands. The man named Sooyoung stabbed the knife into Jungkook’s thigh, and Jungkook yelled at the pain.
Jungkook punched him in the jaw knocking Sooyoung back. Jimin had just finished pulling his knife out of the chest of another man and threw it at Sooyoung, and it landed in his shoulder.
Blood was soaking Jungkooks pant leg as he pushed Sooyoung down to the ground and straddled his waist so he couldn’t move. He pulled the knife out of his shoulder and stabbed him right in his chest.
Sooyoung’s white dress shirt was soaked with blood and Jungkook got off of him, wiping his forehead but smearing blood on it. Jimin opened the door and yelled for everyone to get out so he and the others stayed behind to clean.
“Jungkook, what happened?” Yoongi asked, looking over his body.
“Stab wound to my thigh, I think that’s it.” He replied while staring at the dying body below him. Sooyoung coughed and tried to reach for a gun that was laying on the ground but Jungkook kicked it away with his foot and the remaining life left in Sooyoung slipped away.
Jungkook took a seat and Namjoon already knew what to do. His hand wrapped around the handle tightly and the other pushed on Jungkook’s thigh.
“Three.. Two..” Namjoon didn’t even get to one before he pulled the knife out and immediately started applying pressure.
“Fuck!” Jungkook yelled and grabbed onto the arms of the chair. Namjoon’s hands were covered with blood and he bit his lip as Jungkook struggled to stay conscious. Yoongi grabbed onto Jungkook’s sleeve and ripped it so he could tie it around his thigh tightly.
“I need to see (Y/N),” Jungkook said standing up and using the wall to stay stable.
“What Jungkook? No, you need medical attention.” Namjoon said, stepping in front of the door.
“Let me see (Y/N)!” He said sternly before pushing Namjoon out of the way and limping out to his ride. He paid someone to drive him to her apartment and by the time he arrived it was 2 in the morning.
A tired (Y/N) opened the door and she was in one of his t-shirts. “Jungkook?” You gasped and pulled him inside quickly.
”(Y/N), I need help.“ He avoided your question and you led him into the bathroom and slowly stripped him of his clothes.
He sat there in his boxers as you wiped away the blood from him and grabbed your first-aid kit from underneath the sink. You used some alcohol to clean where the bullet grazed his shoulder and you almost cried when you saw his thigh.
“Jesus.” You whispered and very slowly dabbed the alcohol onto it in which Jungkook tried his best not to yell.
“I need stitches.” He could barely speak and you nodded and grabbed a needle and thread and tried the best you possibly could.
When you were finished, Jungkook was laid in your bed and you were cleaning the blood in the bathroom.
“You doing okay?” You asked when you stepped back into the room.
“For now.” He nodded, the pain meds were finally kicking in.
“Now, tell me what the fuck happened to you.“
He said nothing.
You crossed your arms over your chest and looked patiently at Jungkook.
Prompt: “Can i request a smutty scenario with werewolf v in heat?”
Word Count: 5,160 Genre: Smut Summary: Around this time of year, Taehyung always advises you to stay away from him, but there’s nothing you want more than to see what he’s like when he’s turned. A/N: So this is a werewolf AU obviously, but I just wanted to mention that there are some “violent” parts when it gets smutty. Also I know it’s hella long and I’m sorry. Please go easy on my gentle soul.
When it was around this time of year, Taehyung always said it was best to stay away from him. Though you had been friends for years, he never wanted you to see that side of him. He said he was too dangerous and that it was best for you to not see him when he wasn’t capable of controlling himself. You understood that he was trying to protect you, but a part of you had always been curious to see what he was like when he turned. You had seen all the movies and read billions of books, but you wanted to see what it was really like. Of course, you respected his decision and tried your best to silence the nagging voice in the back of your mind.
Warnings: sexual harassment, language, rough sex, squirting, overstimulation, edging, biting!kink, slight pain!kink, oral sex (male receiving), dom!Sam, dirty talk
Summary: The reader is a badass hunter that oys have run into many times over the years. There has always been a certain spark between her and Sam. While they flirt shamelessly nothing has ever come of it… until now.
Author’s Note: the biting kink thing is me dipping my toes in the water about writing a/b/o.
It had been a little over two years since you’d seen the Winchesters.
The last time you’d met up was on a witch case in Wisconsin, and that had only taken a couple days. You’d parted ways on a cold, stormy night, and since then you’d only spoken on the phone a few times, twice with Dean, once with Sam.
Now, there was a werewolf wreaking havoc in Hamden, Connecticut and the boys had called you to help out.
Sorry this took so long for me to post, friends. I had a busy (stressful) week and it caused some writer’s block. Thank you all for voting in my poll, though! Here is the prompt that got the most votes. I love hearing from my readers, and finding new prompts in my askbox. It makes me feel amazing as a writer!
Warning: This oneshot is equally smutty and adorable.
Where are you?
I shot the question through the bond as I watched Elain. She
was sitting across from Azriel as he told her yet another story about
Truth-teller. After what had happened with the King of Hybern, Elain had wanted
to hear all about the sword, where it had gone with Azriel through the years,
and the history it had witnessed. Her small frame was turned towards him,
shoulders curved inward as her chin rested in the palm of her hand, her elbow
gently placed on her crossed knees. With wide eyes, she clung onto his every
My eyes shifted to where Nesta sat next to Amren in the long
chairs outside the sparring ring. My sister was watching the Illyrian
intensely, her lips pursed, but her gray-blue eyes longing. Mor and Cassian
danced around one another, jokingly, in their fighting leathers. Mor had
knocked him on his ass three times in the last hour. He had blamed it on his
injuries, claimed he was still healing.
Mor had claimed she was going easy on him for the same
Your missing out on
Cassian getting beat up by Mor, I heard him laugh through the bond as I
continued, it’s pretty amusing. And also
a little bit sad.
He deserves it, he
replied, amusingly. I miss you.
Incognito;bts reaction to after having sex? 😊 LOVE YOUR BLOG BTW ESPECIALLY LUCIDITY I-I JUST LOVE IT BLESS
Note: Thank you cutie! & damn, this is short compared to my other ones lmao. *credit to gif owners*
Dropping down beside you, Jin’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned his head all the way back, releasing a relieved sensual groan. “Damn,” he whispered in the dark room, reaching towards you to pull you into his chest, “you were absolutely beautiful baby.”
He chuckled lightly as he loomed over you, having already released the pent up overwhelming feeling of going to the afterlife, into you. “Fuck, babe,” he muttered, blinking as his bare chest lay against yours. He dug his face into your neck, laying on top of you as he smiled, “that was amazing.”
Digging his fingers into your hips, he stared at the ceiling as he released a groaned in bliss before he fell beside you. He wouldn’t say anything, only giving you a tired smile while his breathing was ragged, his thumb grazing your cheek lovingly before giving you one last kiss.
Having already pulled you into his arms as he gave you mini kisses onto your cheeks, you were amazed with how quickly the man’s soft snores emanated the room. You couldn’t help but smile while he looked so content from how much energy he had used that night as he got to finally relax.
It was like he was possessed, turning into a different man with demanding needs once you two went about your escapades, but once it was over; he was mortified as he laid beside you shyly, his blond hair tousled and his cerulean eyes child like. He would just pull you into his arms with a small “I love you” escaping his lip.
Your fingers were intertwined with his, and as his eyes scanned your shimmery bare body, he bit his lip as his eyes fluttered closed, trying to remember your recent activities as soon as he can with a smile. He then put all his weight on top of you, soon switching positions as your small body lays on top of his large one.
The man was a ball of energy, always wanting to go a second round but knowing you needed to rest. He would give you one last searing kiss before leaving a small peck onto your lips to enclose the night’s session as he pulled you flush against his chest, soon drifting off to sleep.
As you grazed his boner not even aware he had one
by that moment, your embarrassed eyes met his shook yet dark ones
He tilted his head to the side a bit, grinning. „Now
you’re gonna finish what you started baby“ he pulled you onto him so that you
were straddling him. He started kissing and biting your ear as his dick got
harder beneath you, making you moan his name softly.
He was super embarrassed and he started laughing
nervously, covering his face with his hands. You took his arms from his face
and started kissing him all over it. Once you reached his lips he pushed you
softly on the couch and hovered over you, returning the favour plus a little
He was so shook he stared blankly at you. „Oppa it’s
okay“ you said laughing at his dumbfounded face. He was still stiff and shook
and it made you laugh even more. You leaned in and kissed him softly. It didn’t
take long for it to turn into a hot make out session.
He licked his lips and pouted making you blush harder. As
you slightly moved he grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you close to him.
„No running away from me“ he said as he watched you with his dark eyes. He
slowly put your hand down on his hard dick, making you gasp.
He smirked, staring at you with his dark, playful eyes. „Oppa
don't“ you shifted on the couch, knowing exactly what those eyes meant. He made
a low sound almost a growl and he was on top of you in seconds. „What did you
just say?“ his hips thrusted against yours, making you cry out softly.
He smirked playfully at you. In seconds he was standing
in front of you, looking down on you since you were sitting. He grabbed your
hips, pulling you towards him and kissed you needily. He picked you up by your
thighs, not letting you detach your lips from his as he carried you to the
He bit his lip and looked at you with dark eyes. „It was
an accident“ you said with a low, whispery voice. „I knew you’d say that“ he
jumped from one side of the couch to the other where you were. He pinned you
down and whispered in your ear. „Liar“ he growled making you shiver.
xx hope anon is satisfied with both pieces; keep requesting xx
While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely
21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset,
matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a
serum similar to his, wiped you, and instructed the soldier
himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the
two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort,
until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America.
After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned
you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve
seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors
of your facility?
Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *
Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers
Warnings: swearing, torture, violence, sadness
life consists of three things now: killing, obeying, and training.
When you don’t do one of those things, or when you show hesitation,
your mind is wiped clean by your handlers. You don’t know how long
it’s been since you’ve been with Hydra. How could you? You’ve been
wiped so many times you’re surprised you still know how to fight.
Killing, Russian, and taking orders are now burned deeply into your
system. Over the last few months, memories have been slipping through
the cracks of your mind. You’ve managed to hide your reaction
when they appear, not wanting to lose them again from being wiped.
With the memories though comes a sharp pain, as if they are forcing
their way into your mind. They aren’t ever in order; you’ll remember
things from when you were a child and were with your siblings, and
the next minute you’ll be reminded of the parties you attended with
friends in high school. Having your memories back isn’t all good
though; it means your humanity is seeping back in play, making it
that much harder when your superiors send you on a kill mission.
Sometimes you consider asking to be wiped to make things easier since
it doesn’t seem like you’ll ever be free again. Since Winter
escaped, the security around you has been tighter. Hydra is too
afraid to lose another asset.
a particular memory stands out to you: a memory of the Soldier.
body slammed to the ground, as your superiors watched their agents
punish you for being hesitant on a training set. If it wasn’t for the
super soldier serum swimming in your veins, you’d most likely be dead
by now. No human body could or should endure this much pain. By the
time they’d finished with you, you were in the fetal position. You
could feel that your ribs were cracked, your nose was broken, your
arm may have been broken, and your eye was beginning to swell shut.
They left you there, laughing as they exited the room. You didn’t
know how long it had been, but Winter finally made his way into the
room. He gently lifted you into his arms, not saying a word.
finally ended up in the cell where they kept the both of you. They
forced you two to sleep on the concrete floor, supplying an itchy,
thin blanket for each of you, and a bucket. Winter was in cryo more
than you were, but when he wasn’t, you’d sleep curled into his body
with his arms wrapping around you tightly.
laid you down over one of your spread out blankets. Whimpers left
your lips at the hard ground underneath your broken body.
you’ll heal soon. Just give it a day or two, Doll.” He moved a
piece of hair out of your face and left the room. He managed to come
back with a makeshift icepack and towel to clean you up. He stayed
with you for hours, trying to distract you from the pain, promising
one day you would both be free.
memories of Winter always hurt you. Neither of you knew much about
each other, just whatever he remembers (which wasn’t much). He
repeated the name Steve a lot in his sleep, and he remembered that he
fought in a war, but not which one or how old he was. He remembered
falling off a train, and that’s how he lost his arm and gained his
metal one. At night, when the nightmares of his memories from before
Hydra and after hit him, you would pull him to you, trying to calm
him. You never had memory slips when he was around; they didn’t start
happening until after he left you.
request a training session from your superior. Maybe it’ll ease
the pain of the memory away. He agrees, no questions asked. You
make your way to the designated gym. It was small but held the proper
equipment you need. You go straight for the punching bag. It takes a
total of five punches before it flings off the chain and smacks into
the wall. Anger is all you feel; the memory of the soldier just makes
you feel alone, miserable, and hostile towards Hydra. Overtime you’ve
realized Hydra isn’t who they claim to be while they tortured and
morphed you into this soldier. They claim to be doing the world a
favor, that they were the ‘good guys’. Maybe from their standpoint
they are, but from yours? Hell no. You believed in freedom and
justice before all this. Well at least you think you did, based on
your memories. You still weren’t clear on who you were; you just knew
names of people in your memories. The name they used when referring
to you still felt odd to you. You only ever remember being called
Silver Storm ,which, once you started being able to think for yourself
again, sounded so fucking dumb. As you move to hang a new bag from
the ceiling, the red alarm lights start blinking along with the
shrill sound of the alarm. What the hell?
handler burst into the training room. “Silver, the Avengers are
breaching our system, suit up.”
the sound of his voice, you snap into mission mode. You sprint to the
gear room, pulling on your tactical black suit. It matches the one
Winter use to wear, including the red star on the arm. You pull your
hair into the standard braid you wear on missions, and place your
mask over your mouth. As soon as you finish filling all your holsters
with the proper guns and knives, you slip your comm into your ear.
Storm, ready to comply,” You announce coldly.
Avengers are infiltrating your home, soldier. Show them what they’re
dealing with, take them all out.”
move swiftly through the halls, while you’re told of the Avengers
locations through your comms. The closest one to you is Captain
America who’s on the roof taking out agents.
ничего не происходит (here goes nothing),” you
mumble under your breath. You haven’t had to deal with the Avengers,
so you’re not sure what to expect.
slink your way up the stairs to the roof, readying your gun. You kick
down the door, and immediately see your target. You take aim and
begin shooting. He deflects the bullets with his shield, then throws
it towards you. You tuck and roll, dodging his shield. Why
the hell does he have a giant Frisbee?! You switch out your gun
for another from one of you holsters. You take aim again, except
before you shoot, your gun is shot out of your hand by an arrow. What
the hell kinds of weapons do this people have? An arrow, really?
You train your focus and leap straight towards Captain America. You
start throwing punches, and he barely deflects them. You land four
good hits to his abdomen. While he stumbles back, you whip yourself
around and wrap your thighs around his neck. You take him down,
cutting off his oxygen with the pressure from your thighs. You don’t
hold him there long before he manages to flip you off him. You land
on your back with a thud.
сын (son of a bitch)!”
pick yourself back up, only to be thrown backward again by him. You
reach for your knives then whip them quickly at him. Two of them
manage to stick, one in his shoulder and one grazing his side.
slows him down momentarily. You hear steps behind you, causing you to
pull your gun and turn. You’re facing your superior. Oh Shit.
see you need help, Soldier. Your training will be changed accordingly
after we finish this.” I can feel the pain already. The
rest of the Avengers seem to appear out of thin air. You notice it’s
not the entire team, only the Captain, Hawkeye, and Falcon. You begin
shooting at the Falcon, successfully grounding him. Your superior
seems to be in a hand to hand with the Captain, and the other agents
are after Hawkeye. You have your target pinned to the ground wrapped
between your thighs. As you begin applying more pressure around his
neck, you hear a voice that wrecks your concentration.
duck!” Winter? You watch as he throws the Frisbee to the
Captain, aiding his fight against your superior.
Winter. Welcome home.” You hear your handle say. In your
moment of distraction, Falcon gets the upper hand, knocking you off
him, and landing a hard punch to your stomach. You fumble back, mind
still in overdrive at the fact he is here. He finally made it out
of here, and he’s still fighting?
abandon Falcon as your target, letting the lower level agents go for
him. You move to help against the Captain and Winter. A plan starts
swirling around your mind. When you approach the three, you see your
finish them. Winter is against you now,” he says as he battles
Captain America. You turn your gaze to the soldier. A look of
recognition and sadness flashing through his eyes. You turn away,
glancing back at your handler. The same handler that beat you, abused
you, wiped your memory, forced you to kill, and took you away from
your family. This is it. He gains the upper hand in his fight,
and you pull out your last gun from it’s holster. You turn your gaze
back to Winter for a second. If I fail, they will kill me. Is this
worth it? Where would I go if I actually succeed? It’s now or never.
You take the comm from your ear, smashing it under your boot.
Then, before he can move from his spot on top of the man in red,
white and blue, you spin yourself over, taking aim and shooting your
superior in the back of his head. His body falls limp over the
This is a story BASED ON the Lost Lance AU which BELONGS TO @kaxpha which is AMAZING and everyone should check it out. This particular one-shot which is longer than I thought it’d be is based on this post and this animatic.
This is one of my favorite klance AUs ever, because you can just tell the sheer amount of thought and effort that went into it. I hope I was able to do it justice.
aNYWAY here it is. Sorry, I’m posting this later than I originally planned.
leg was bent at an awkward angle, and every time he got the nerve to
look at it just made him feel worse than before.
Hunk had suffered a few bruised ribs at
the very least, and it was likely Pidge received a minor concussion. One of Shiro’s legs had been grazed by a laser, and Keith seemed to be the only one of
the five of them who could still stand on two feet.
But Lance couldn’t remember a time
when he’d ever felt happier. Because they’d finally done it.
They’d taken down Prince Lotor, heir
to the all-powerful Galra empire. He kneeled on the ground, hands
clutching his stomach. Lance couldn’t help but feel a bit smug at
that— he was the one to land a shot there.
Prompt: i just read that you don’t mind writing smut so this one’s gonna be dirty, bare with me. can i request a jughead x reader where the reader and him are dating. jug is pretty inexperienced when it comes to sexual stuff but he really wants to please his girlfriend. so like she guides him through eating her out LOL. i feel like you could make it so hot. thank you!
A/N: I’m making them a bit older in this one as well! Jughead will be classified as Demisexual in this fic which falls under the asexuality spectrum. P.s. I’m pretty sure I sucked at this. Let me know if you liked it! Requests are Welcome!
Summary: Dean’s supposed to be out with Sam, but when he has no luck at the bar, he comes home and you help him out through his dry spell.
Request: Dean being shot down by multiple girls in the bar and he gets dow. later y/n asks him why he’s not out and he says he’s lost his touch. She says thats not possible then he starts flirting with her and it doesn’t work either she just laughs uncomfortable before he walks up to her and kisses her. They get it on. And afterwards she confesses that if his flirtious remarks fail that kissing and pinning to a wall definitely will. *_*
A/N: I know it’s not exact but I cannot control my brain it takes ideas and runs with them
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Language, Oral (female receiving), smut (ps please do not use the pull out method for birth control!!!)
Word Count: 1.7k
It was your ideal Saturday night. You were alone in the bunker, locked in your bedroom with Netflix. You hadn’t got the chance to watch anything lately, and you couldn’t have been more excited. Both Sam and Dean had left to go out and hopefully end their dry spells that you were sick of hearing about, Cas was…wherever, and the internet…wasn’t working.
You bumped your head on your headboard a few times and sighed before standing up and trudging into the war room to check out the routers. You were surprised to see Dean at the map table..reading a book?
Honestly, he was kind of scared when this big, burly guy, covering in tattoos and piercings approached them on the street
The guy walked straight up to MC, she didn’t bat an eye, and Yoosung instinctively stepped between them, but MC greeted the big guy with a smile
It turned out he was a friend of hers from when she was in a gang
He’s like a big brother to her
The guy gives Yoosung a look up and down, then laughs and slaps him on the back, saying that she always had a taste for the cute ones
She rolls her eyes, says it was good to see him, and she and Yoosung go back to their date
Later, Yoosung asks about her gang days and she just tells him about the people, not wanting to talk about the fighting
After they’re married, a gang member breaks into the vet office while it’s just Yoosung and MC in the clinic alone, and tries to threaten them into patching him up, but MC just mentions her gang name, and he runs for it
Yoosung is intimidated, but she assures him that she doesn’t fight anymore, she just had a lot of anger she had to get out when she was younger
Her immediate reaction is actually curiosity of which of them would win in a fight
She doesn’t voice this
She only found out because MC had a few scars left over from those days
It started with, “how did you get that scar on your arm?” “Oh this? I got in a gang fight. Some idiot came at me with a crow bar, the sharp edge grazed me, and I beat him up.”
So one day, when a rowdy customer grabs one of their waitress’ ass, before Jaehee can even move, MC is on him, full “yankee” showing
She grabs him by the hair, bangs his head against the table once, then points to the waitress he grabbed, “Apologize to her.”
He tries to get out of this, throw a punch, something, but MC dodges, casually trips him, and then stands over him threateningly
“I said apologize.”
He does, runs like hell, and Jaehee is a little frightened
However, curiosity overtakes her, and she asks MC to spar with her, so they pay for a little time at a dojo and go a couple of rounds, fairly evenly matched, although MC has more first hand experience on her side and ultimately wins
Jaehee just loves her more
It came up because she had a tattoo on the back of her right hip in the shape of a butterfly
She awkwardly explained that she used to be the leader of an all female gang
Back then, her hair was cut short and she dressed very differently
Zen immediately wants to see pictures
It doesn’t take her long to fish out the photo album and show him some of the pictures a gang member of hers took
Sure enough, she had short hair, in most pictures she’s dressed in pants, a crop top, and a long coat
It’s funny, because Zen finds one set of photos where he realizes his biker gang was hanging out with her gang
Then he finds a picture of the two of them together, with his arm around her while she looks grumpy
They’re kind of shocked and surprised that they actually met each other before, but he makes a half-joke about how they must be meant to be
On the inside, he’s squealing with joy
MC figured it’d be better for him to hear it from her than the press, if anyone managed to fish up her past
So she told Jumin the basics - she was in an all-girl gang in high school, got into a lot of fights, smoked, and probably stole a few things for both fun and necessity
She has a few piercings because of her fashion sense in those days
Jumin goes quiet for a long time after she tells him this, but MC can see he’s just thinking and processing
He ends up asking to see photos, because he tried to imagine her as a delinquent, but couldn’t
This is mostly because she usually dresses in sweaters and skirts, and generally girly, cutesy ways
He’s surprised when she pulls out a picture of herself with short hair, dyed black, her nose and the cartilage of her ears pierced, and scowling at the camera with a lit cigarette in her hand
Jumin stares at the picture for a long time before he says anything else
Mostly, Jumin just asks what her life was like, if she kept anything from those days, and if she keeps in contact with her… less reputable companions from those days
MC makes it clear she left that life a long time ago
But she does say that, if he’s ever interested, she does have some clothes left from those days that she can dress up in for him
Jumin seriously considers her offer, but doesn’t openly respond to it
When he read the police reports about her, he couldn’t stop laughing
All the ridiculous ways she’d escaped being caught by the police were hilarious
One time, she jumped the fence into a yard with a rabid dog and only barely escaped because she hopped across the line of lawn ornaments while the police were trying to calm the dog
Another time, she pretended to be an employee at a perfume store and “accidentally” sprayed perfume in the eyes of the one cop that caught on
Her most famous escape was preforming an epic stunt where she stole a bicycle and jumped a broken bridge the cops couldn’t cross on foot
Saeyoung then manages to get video feed of each of these, makes it into a compilation video that he posts on the internet labeled “the craziest escapes from the police you’ve ever seen”
MC is furious and embarrassed when she finds out
However, Saeyoung also wiped her juvenile records so she’s squeaky clean
Some guys tried to mug them, but MC threw a few punches without hesitation, and they scurried like rats
V was so impressed he asked where she’d learned to fight
MC just said, “oh, you know, the streets. My high school friends were rowdy. Things happen.”
He’s concerned about her young life, but he doesn’t pry
Lets just say she has some questionable tattoos that, just like him, she’s embarrassed of
He knows about her past, knows about the fights she used to get into, knows she was arrested for assault but let out when the guy didn’t want to file charges
Saeran actually kind of likes that she’s so hardened and used to blood and conflict that she barely flinches when it’s right in front of her
However, he didn’t expect her bright and friendly personality
It’s her sense of loyalty to her peers and her interest in their wellbeing that makes him love her
Because MC doesn’t question why or how he might’ve gotten hurt, she just helps him patch himself up and asks if she needs to beat someone up
With a word like agony, do you really think this was going to be anything other than angst? I’ll do a part 2 if I feel nice
(also I unintentionally ended up using the words a lot oops)
Word Count: 500 (no cut)
Jyn sees stars, pain searing through her body. She collapses to the ground, groaning in agony, clutching at the blaster wounds.
“Jyn!” Cassian’s voice breaks in anguish, as if he was physically sharing her pain. “Jyn!” His voice reaches her while he can’t, fending off the impending Imperials.
Blood seeps through her clothing, a sickly warm feeling creeping up her side. She pulls her hand away and the tips of her fingers are stained a dark red. Her head spinning, she manages to drag herself out of the way of blasterfire. I have to hold on until he gets here.
Steadying her breathing as best as she could, Jyn brings herself to peer at the wounds. She inhales sharply. It’s bad. She needed to be in a medbay in an hour at the latest. She tries not to think about what would happen if she wasn’t, attempting to shake Cassian’s agonized face out of her mind. They had fought so hard to stay afloat together, and she wouldn’t drown alone. I promise.
Where’s Cassian? She tries to see the firefight, but she can’t lift her head. Swearing to herself, she leans against the closest wall and waits, undoing her scarf and pressing it against the injury, counting minutes in her head as the warmth of life leaks out between her fingers.
She’s cold, so unbearably cold, icy water lapping against her side. It was if the death that eluded her at Scarif was now breathing down her neck. The thought sends a shiver down her spine.
When Cassian finally reaches her side, face streaked with dirt and eyes wide with concern, she can barely make out his face in the blurry haze of her mind.
“Cass…” she gasps, unable to form his full name, trying to grasp at his face swimming in and out of her vision. Help.
“I’m here, I’m here, don’t worry,” he murmurs, pulling out his medkit and working quickly to temporarily patch up the injury, his face a mask of neutral concentration. His fingers feel warm against her skin and her throat tightens, because wasn’t Cassian usually the cold one?
“Cass,” she tries again. He looks up at her from under his eyelashes, and Jyn catches a glimpse of the pure fear in his eyes. She feels like she’s being dragged underwater, and reaches out to Cassian to pull her up, desperate to keep afloat. Don’t let me go.
He takes his hand in hers, their fingers intertwining together, both stained with blood - her blood. She’s shaking, shivering from cold, shock, and the sheer effort of hanging on to the remaining scraps of life. “I’ve got you,” he says, ready to hoist her up in his arms. “Hold on.”
Jyn tries to nod and give him a reassuring smile - I’m trying - but it’s getting harder to keep her head up. She gives his hand one tight squeeze - I’m sorry - before the waves pull her under.
Summary: You severely misinterpret Bucky’s intentions during your weekly movie night.
Author’s Note: Written for @oneshot-shit‘s Valentine drabbles, with the given prompt “kisses.” This was too cute to pass up. This was taken from a post I saw on here a while ago, and if anyone has the link and can send it to me so I can give credit, that would be nice of you! Tags below the cut.
“It’s a holiday invented by greeting card companies to earn money and make single people feel like shit.”
Bucky snorted from his place in the kitchen, digging through cabinets and the refrigerator. You heard the sound of wrappers and bags as he made his way toward the living room, arms laden with snacks as you scrolled through the Netflix queue, trying to find anything that didn’t look like the cover of a Nicholas Sparks book. Bucky sank into the couch next to you, making you jostle as he arranged everything for your weekly movie night. “I used to love Valentine’s day,” he said, taking a long drink from his glass. “I always had a date.”
“Of course you did,” you grumble, not looking at him. Still scowling, you groan aloud as you hit the ‘Romantic Comedies’ section of Netflix. Bucky opens one of his many snack bags, his arm over the back of the couch behind you. “Must be nice to always have somebody who wants to kiss you. I don’t even care about the chocolate and flowers, I just think it’s dumb that there’s one day a year dedicated to showing someone you love them when, really, you should be doing it any other day of the year too-”
You continue to ramble, finally reaching a category that isn’t centered around romance movies, not realizing that you’ve started leaning into Bucky’s side. Not that either of you would point it out or minded; this happened more often than not, the two of you snuggling together while the screen flickered with the choice of the week.
Last week, Bucky had chosen Lilo and Stitch and Pulp Fiction. With it being your turn, Bucky was fully prepared to sit through a romantic film. It was Valentine’s Day and he was certain that you, like every other woman he’d ever known, were going to force him to sit through something so sappy, he’d throw up. But this wasn’t the case, and he really should have seen it coming because women now were not like women in the ‘40s, at least what he could remember.
“I should have eaten lunch,” you were mumbling, frowning as you clicked the Sci-Fi section.
“Do you wanna kiss?”
Your fingers froze, thumb hovering over the select button. Your eyes were wide, staring at the cover photo for Alien v Predator. Heart hammering in your chest, you swallowed, gaping as you slowly turned toward Bucky.
“Kiss? Do I wanna-” His brow quirked and you mentally slapped yourself when you realized that he was holding out a bag in your direction: Hershey’s kisses. “Oh- you m- You mean, like, the- the candy.”
“What did you think I-” Bucky stopped, the plastic crunching in his grip. His cheeks flushed red and he cleared his throat. Embarrassment washed over you as you wiggled in your seat, trying to put just an extra inch between you and Bucky. But he remained still, glancing from the bag of chocolate to your face. “Or, um, yeah. Th- that, too. We c- we could do that.”
The two of you continued staring at each other, the awkward buzz fizzling until it popped, and you were both leaning toward one another. The bag of chocolate was forgotten when his lips grazed yours, so much warmer than you’d expected them to be.
Bucky pulled away first, his nose brushing against yours as he licked his lips. You inhaled deeply, eyes finding his. He smiled, wearily at first, but it spread into a grin when you smiled back. Slowly, you reached forward and dipped your hand into the bag of chocolate, tore off the wrapper, and popped the candy in your mouth without breaking eye contact. This prompted Bucky to laugh, and he reached for the back of your head, pulling you into another deep kiss. The taste of Hershey’s was more prominent now, and the longer his mouth remained against yours, the more you began to think Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all.
The rain pounded against the windows as Alex lifted you up, hands gripping your thighs firmly, and pressed you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels resting on the curve of his lower back. He gasped as you kissed him harshly, your lips dancing a beautifully intricate dance.
It felt like a lifetime ago that the two of you had been together like this. The last time was three years ago before he had left for the war. But now that he was back and alive all those feelings that had been repressed in an attempt to distance yourself from the thought of him had resurfaced with a newfound tenacity.
He held you as he pulled away from the wall, you still clinging onto him, and walked over to the bed the two of you shared. He set you on the bed gently as he pulled off his t-shirt. You saw all the thin lines of scars from some smaller than others, some deeper than others.
For the first time in years, Alex felt like he could finally have a happy ending. Like everything he fought for and everything he fought through was all to get to this moment.
You smiled and slowly took your nightgown off. He groaned, running his hands up and down your sides as you ran your hands through the hairs brushing the back of his neck.
He had yearned for your touch the three years he was away. You were the only thought that kept him going. His hands wound themselves in your hair and lightly pulled it, causing you to lean your head back. He kissed from the base of your neck to your chest. You moaned as he stopped on top of your breast and nibbled gently.
He stood up and removed his pants and boxers in a fluid motion, his half-hard member freed from its constraints. He slowly moved so he hovered above you, before ducking down to capture your lips with his. Your lips reunited as you opened up for him. He ran his tongue along the roof of your mouth, trailing kisses down the valley between your breasts and stopping just below your navel, all while maintaining eye-contact.
All those months spent in the war and he kept going, kept surviving, knowing that when he came back he would be coming back to this.
In that moment he had no recollection of who Vietnam had turned him into, what he had done. He was just there. Struggling to catch the breath that the beauty in front of him stole when you pressed your lips to his.
He lowered his mouth to the apex of your thighs and began rubbing small circles on your inner thighs, his hot breath hitting your exposed core raising goosebumps.
“Alex,” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip. “Just do some-agh, fuck.” His tongue darted out quickly, pressing against your bundle of nerves, as his hand began to travel further south. Your knuckles turned white as he pushed a finger past your entrance, moving slowly, before adding a second finger.
You clutched his arm like it was the only thing keeping you on earth as you threw your head back. You began to move your hips in sync with his fingers, but he quickly pressed a calloused hand to your hips, holding them still. You gasped, hands gripping the gray sheets. That was all the confidence he needed to move his fingers faster and suck on your clit earnestly. You were writhing under his hand, but he continued to hold your hips down with his free hand. With every motion, every swift movement of his hand, he maintained eye contact. Even with the firm hand on your hips, they bucked, back arching off the bed.
Fire seemed to crawl up your skin and in a flash, you broke. You threw your head back, hips pressing against Alex’s hand. “Alex,” you moaned wantonly.
You greedily inhaled the cool air that had settled around you. He stretched out above you, his head descending to your breast. It took one graze of teeth against flesh and you were clawing at his back. You hooked your legs around him and whimpered as he rubbed against you. “Oh God…” you gasped, feeling his lips meet your neck again.
“Please,” your eyes clouded yet pleading.
That was his undoing.
He grasped his length, positioning it at your entrance. He brushed his lips against your nipple, your neck, your jaw. Finally, his mouth met yours as he slid in. You gasped as you lost yourself in the heat that your bodies emanated.
The feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips, your lips on his neck -
That’s the only way he could describe it. The ultimate high. This was a moment where he felt himself, piece by brittle, broken piece, come back together. He watched as you, like a worn tapestry, unraveled before his eyes. Thread by thread, strand by strand, you were coming undone.
And my God was you gorgeous.
He lifted you up, your legs resting on either side of his hips.
You made him feel complete like he hadn’t just spent three years walking around as an empty shell of the man he once was. You made him feel like every bad thing he went through was just a dream.
You tangled your fingers in your hair, tugging slightly, drawing a moan from his throat. You whimpered as he lightly bit down where your neck meets your shoulder. He rasped your name as you ground your hips against him, guiding yourself up and down his cock. You threw your head back, crying his name.
He grabbed your hips firmly, hastening his thrusts until he met his climax, your name coming out in murmured gasps. You cried out, your nails digging into his biceps, leaving crescent-shaped indentations in his alabaster skin. He carefully removed himself from you and laid there, panting.
He curled around you like he was a question mark and you were the answer he had been searching for. You turned on your side, facing him and smiled tiredly, burying your face in his neck. “I love you, Alex Summers.”
“I love you too, doll.” he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer so you could rest your head on his chest.
It was then, he decided, that without you, he was lost. Without you, he was no one.
Without you, he might as well spend the next eternity at war - it would hurt a lot less than living without you.