and the way he tilts his head

Bad Moon Rising (Part 1)

Originally posted by iwriteaboutdean

Summary: Jensen and the reader are doing some filming out in the Canadian wilderness when they decide to take a short hike during a break. The only problem is they don’t show up for their scene later that day…

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,000ish

Warnings: language, mild injury

A/N: Enjoy!…


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The next time Dean sees Cas, he says his name and kisses him. Sam crosses his arms and smiles.

Sam pulls Dean back enough to allow Lucifer’s son to get close. He’s leaning over looking at Castiel’s lifeless body with a sadness in his eyes. 

“Can you save him?” Dean demands pulling away from Sam. “He believed in you did all of this to protect you! Please. Please save him.” Dean does not like to beg but this is for Cas. 

Jack looks from Dean to Sam and tilts his head in a way that reminds Dean of Castiel when he doesn’t understand something. Then to the surprise of the Winchesters, Jack kneels down next to Castiel and speaks in a voice unsure of itself, “Love.” With that single word he lays his hand on Castiel’s forehead and soon Castiel and Jack are engulfed in blinding gold light that forces the Winchesters to back away and cover their eyes. 

The light fades after a few minutes but Dean can’t bring himself to look back. He’s so afraid Jack failed and Castiel is still dead. But a hand grabs him and he looks down to find Jack who whispers, “Love,” once more pointing back to where Castiel was lying. Jack lets go and nudges Dean before backing away next to Sam. 

Dean approaches Cas who is still on the ground eyes closed. The scorch marks from Cas’ broken wings have vanished but Castiel remains unmoved. Dean drops to his knees and reaches for Cas’ hand and in that moment Cas shoots up to a seating position and takes a gasp of air. Not because he needs to but he wants to feel his vessel’s lungs work just to prove he’s alive. “C..c..cas?” Castiel turns to find Dean on his knees beside him looking pained but a slight hope in his eyes. Castiel will never get tired of looking at Dean Winchester or his beautiful soul. “Hello Dean,” slips from his mouth and the relief that washes over Dean lets Castiel know it was the perfect thing to say. 

“Cas!” Before Castiel can move Dean has Cas’ face cradled in his hands and presses his lips to Cas’. Castiel has limited experience but he eagerly returns the kiss wrapping his arms around Dean. Something warm falls on Cas’ cheek and he pulls away to see Dean’s eyes filled with tears, “Don’t you ever leave me again Castiel! I c..can’t lose you.”

Meanwhile, Sam stands back arms crossed watching his brother finally take the leap he’s been running from for years. Sam turns to Jack who is watching Dean and Castiel with awe, “That’s love, Jack.” Jack smiles with a nod repeating the word that brought Cas back to life, “Love.”

In retrospect, Bitty should have been able to read the subtle signs.

Coach keeps his eyes trained on the TV even when the game cuts to commercial. One hand clutches the remote more firmly than usual, while the other does the same to his beer bottle. The wrinkles across his forehead become momentarily more pronounced.

But Bitty doesn’t notice he should be bracing himself until after it’s already happened.

“So. Your mama says you’ve got a sweetheart.”

Every major organ in Bitty’s body stops for a moment.

“She– What? I–”

“Well. She suspects. But you know how she is.”

Bitty swallows roughly against the desert wasteland his throat has suddenly become. It’s only the first week of his junior year’s summer break. He and Jack celebrated their one year anniversary a handful of days ago, making out like teenagers in the doorway to Jack’s old room for a few precious minutes before anyone could break away from the graduation festivities to come find them.

They’ve talked in loose terms about eventually coming out to people who aren’t a member of the Falcs or the SMH, but they don’t actually have anything resembling a plan.

Especially when it comes to Bitty’s parents.

“I don’t have a sweet–” Bitty starts, and stops at the single raised eyebrow his father shoots him.

“Mama’s wrong,” he insists anyway, breathing in deep and trying not to let his hands shake as he wrings them together.

His fingers itch to text Jack.

Coach tilts his head slightly to the side. “Could be,” he allows. “Thought you and I should have a talk either way.”

This is the longest commercial break in a football game that Bitty has ever sat through.

He purses his lips and furrows his brows. “Mama thought you should–”

I thought,” Coach corrects easily, setting his beer down on the end table and then turning in his recliner to finally face where Bitty is curled up on the sofa. He frowns, lips thin and tight, eyes steady and assessing.

Then, after a lengthy silence: “Do you love him?”

The sharp breath Bitty sucks in nearly chokes him.

What?” he whispers, voice ragged and harsh around what little air he can force from his frozen lungs.

The game starts up again. Coach’s hand squeezes the remote a little tighter, but he doesn’t press pause. And he doesn’t look away from Bitty. “It’s alright if you don’t. I won’t tell your mama either way if you don’t want me to.”

“You… But I thought she…” Bitty feels dazed, pulse pounding, and brain struggling to make sense of whatever alternate universe he’s somehow stumbled into.

“Junior, you know she loves you. No matter what, we both love you. And, again, she… suspects. But I wanted to talk to you first, before I go confirming or denying any of her late-night jam-making musings.” He sighs, and then lifts up the remote so that he can see the buttons well enough to hit Off on the first try.

“Do you love him?” he asks again, once the screen is dark.

Bitty swallows. Then nods.

One side of Coach’s mouth lifts into the beginnings of a rare, soft smile. “Good,” he says, as earnest as Bitty has ever heard him.

“Now. Enough of that.” Coach picks his beer back up and takes a swig as he turns back to the television set, hitting the power button once more so that the game comes back to life on the flat screen before them. “Just so you know, I’ve been keeping up with hockey as much as I can in the off hours, but it was a hell of a lot easier to do when an NHL prodigy was around to go through plays with me on the whiteboard in the den.”

Bitty bites his bottom lip against a smile.

“You still in touch with the Zimmermann kid?” his father asks. And Bitty’s smile collapses in on itself before it’s even begun. “Not that I’d expect you to be. But he’s the kind of athlete every coach dreams of, really. You’re lucky to have had him on your team.”

“…Yeah.” Bitty digs his nervous fingers into the meat of his own thighs, and resists texting Jack for just a few moments longer. Because when he does, he knows that their plans for the future will no longer be defined in loose terms. “I am.”

Kisses {Harry Styles Smut}

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R lol
WORD COUNT: 10k y’all!!!
REQUESTED: nope !

this is my longest one shot, it took up like 20 pages on microsoft word lmfao !! anyways it took me a bit longer than usual bc i went through a slight block (rip) but it is finished and i’m quite proud of it!! feedback is much appreciated, it rly motivates me!! ok that’s it i hope u enjoy :-)

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must’ve been born with two right feet

Nursey doesn’t usually go to these things alone. He can usually find a date - or at least a friend - to make everything a little less awkward. This is Jack and Bitty’s wedding, though, which means that all of his friends are already here. It also means that the only person he would want to bring as a date is already here, too, looking unfairly dapper in his grey suit.

He’s jumping around on the dance floor with Chowder and Farmer when the DJ announces that she’s switching over to a slow song, and he ducks out to sit down at the table.

He doesn’t mind sitting and watching the couples dancing, Chowder lifting Farmer off her feet to spin her around, Ransom with his face tucked into Holster’s neck, Jack leaning down so his forehead rests on Bitty’s, but he’s spent the whole damn day fantasizing about what might’ve been if he had the balls to just ask -

“Do you want to dance?”

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Helplessness is watching a person you care deeply for deteriorate right before your eyes without having the means to help them.

Desperation is shouting for hours and hours at the top of your lungs for help until your voice is raw and throbbing.

Defeat is knowing that there’s nothing you can do. You’re stuck and forced to live day after day in a small, cold cell. Whatever hope of help coming is replaced with a numbness, a slow realization that this is how your life will end.

“Stop…. Pouting….”

Keith blinks back into reality at Lance’s weak, raspy voice. The latter is using his lap as a pillow, and Keith glances down to meet the brunet’s eyes.

“I’m not.” Keith answers, and despite Lance’s ashen face colored only with a deep flush across his cheeks, the brunet’s face lights up as a breathy laugh escapes.

“You literally… pouted when you… said that.”

On instinct, Keith moves to purse his lips out into a pout, but he catches himself and breathes out a low sigh instead.

He tilts his head back up to stare at the stone ceiling. How many days has it been now? Twelve, maybe? He lost track after Lance stopped eating, too worried to care about anything else but the brunet.

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Something about Fate

Dean decides to go to a new psychic in town - just for the hell of it, of course - with his roommate Castiel, and doesn’t get the reading he was expecting.

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“Hey, Cas, have you ever been to a psychic?”

Dean watched as Castiel looked up from his book with his eyebrows pinched together.

“No.” A pause. “Why do you ask?”

Dean shrugged.

“Garth texted me. Apparently there’s one in town that he went to yesterday and he’s obsessed. He said she really knows her stuff.”

Castiel raised an eyebrow before returning his attention to the textbook he had sprawled across their kitchen counter, so he could eat and study at the same time - a sight that was not all that uncommon in their apartment.

“Psychics don’t exists, Dean,” he said, matter-of-factly, as he turned the page. “People who claim to be psychic are scammers hoping to draw in the desperate or the gullible. Garth is the latter, I’m afraid.”

“Hey, he’s not -”

“Remember when Gabriel told him that stop signs with a white rim around them were optional?”

Dean rolled his eyes and pulled out a stool on the opposite side of the counter from his roommate.

“Duh, Cas. I know that they aren’t legit. Everyone does. But at the very least they’re supposed to be super good at reading people and then you essentially pay them to tell you what their first impression of you is.”

A small smile crept its way across Castiel’s face.

“I could tell you that for free, you know.”

Dean flipped him off as he got up and pulled out an apple from the refrigerator, not even bothering to look back as he did so.

“Whatever. I think it could be kind of cool.”

“Then by all means…” Castiel wrote something down in a notepad and flipped to the next page. “I think you should do it. I have free time tomorrow if you’d like to find this psychic then.”

Dean tossed the apple between his hands.

“You’d come with me?”

“Of course. I would never miss the opportunity to witness someone predicting your death.”

Castiel laughed as Dean flipped him off again.

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His Throne [JHS]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jung Hoseok on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Hoseok, dom!Hoseok, thigh riding

Written by: Admin Jifairy

A/N: So I figured since I just turned 18, I should challenge myself and write my first smut! It kinda totally sucks, but what can ya do?  PCs to vikttoria16.

Version: Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Jung Hoseok, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Hoseok demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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NHL!Bitty, Pt. VIII - Teeth

It’s not the first injury, it won’t be the last, but it is the first time Eric’s sacrificed any teeth to the hockey gods. 

Jack’s already down a few pearly whites; not that you’d know with temporary bridge he had put in after his second year with the Falcs. 

TW: injury, blood, lost teeth

NHL!Bitty Master Post!

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“Don’t talk,” Danny warns, barely audible over the furious crowd. “27′s stick fucked up your face real nice.”

That is not what he wants to hear, not even close. Eric shakes off a glove and brings it to his mouth, poking at the aching, bloody place where his mouth guard, and his front teeth used to be. He glides to the bench and shoves Lenny out of the way so their trainer, Mason, can assess the damage. Eric’s vision isn’t blurry and It’s not a concussion he’s worried about.

“..ook ‘ike a ‘ick?” Eric asks around his swollen, clumsy tongue. When Carter snickers ‘yes’, Eric holds up three fingers, their not-so-covert way of avoiding the obscene gesture fine.

Coach leans in to inspect the damage. “Can he play?

“You look like a hockey player, son.” Mason chides. “Tilt your head back.” Eric obeys but keeps his good eye on 27, already sliding into the Avs penalty box. “Doesn’t look like his jaw is broken, just lost a few teeth. He’s fine.”

So much for ‘no surgery in the off-season’, he’s going to need implants like Jack. 

Oh, fuck, Jack

“K’ll the ‘uckers on the p’werpay,” Eric orders around his swollen tongue, “and f’nd my teeff!”

Danny, Eric’s wonderful, sweet, long-suffering rookie, nods emphatically before sending the orders down the bench.

“Your man’s gonna be thrilled, lose any more teeth and you can –” Carter makes a crude gesture with his fist “– wait, does he have fake teeth, too? You guys are going to have so much fun-”

“Gett’n m’re th’n you.” Eric chirps, shaking loose of Mason’s prodding fingers to drop his head and spit a mouthful of blood onto the floor.

“Good, keep spitting, don’t swallow the blood.” Mason chides, applying a butterfly bandage with one hand and aiming a water bottle with the other.  “C’mon, swish and spit. Let me see what we’re working with.”

Carter snickers. “Yeah, Bittle, don’t swallow.”  

This time Eric spits the pink water all over Carter’s skates.

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pairings/characters: myg x reader

genre: smut (with littlle to no context)

word count: around 3.4k?

summary: a little teasing can go a long way, especially if Yoongi can’t control himself out in the open. 

Punk!Yoongi(?) 

Warning: ummm very public sex, explicit descriptions, and images, slight degrading


Originally posted by meandmyopinionss

“Shit”

You thought to yourself, the feeling of his fingers so lewdly close to your core already sending shrills up your spine. It was a bad idea, sure, but you’d never expect him to go this far.

Fuck if anything you were in public, surrounded by thousands of people, right next to you. If anyone wasn’t too dazed by the loud music and flashing lights, they sure as hell would’ve noticed the very overt act that the both of you displayed to the whole lot.

It all started as a joke, what was supposed to be a chill night out with your overly exerted boyfriend turned into something so utterly scandalous that even the raging beats of the drummer up front couldn’t distract you from the way his breath hit the now heated skin of your neck.

“Baby girl you know you shouldn’t have.”

Hell you did, you knew it very well. The very moment you let your hand trail his jaw a second too long, you knew you were in for something tonight.

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Kiss With A Fist

Pairing: BuckyxReader

Warnings:violence, humor, lil bit of smut, lil bit of angst, daddy kink on 10, be ready…

A/N: this fic is inspired by the song Kiss With A Fist by Florence and the Machine

“You dirty fucking bastard!” Bucky’s ears perked up as he heard your footsteps trailing down the hall as you cursed. He can’t help the wide smile that spreads across his face when he sees you approaching him with a face red as a tomato. You stand in front of his chair and scold him.

“Where is it?!?” You cross your arms as you impatiently tap your foot against the hardwood floor of the TV room. Bucky smiles devilishly at you and you know it was him. You know he stole it.

“Hey sugar tits, I don’t even get a hello before you start yelling.” His brow arches, almost as if he’s tempting you.

“Hello, asshole. Now where is it?” You try to calm yourself before you snap.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He grins.

“Cut the shit, Barnes. Where did you put it?” You wondered why he always had to fuck with you. Out of everyone here, why you? You supposed it was because of the fact that you were a bit weirder that everyone else. You like pineapples on your pizza and you mixed your Sprite with lemonade but that didn’t mean that Bucky had to pick on you and only you. It just wasn’t fair.

“I put a lot of things in a lot of places, doll. You’re gonna have to be more specific.” His brows furrowed.

“You know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. Now, drop the act and give me back my damn bear!” Your voice gradually got louder as Bucky continued to try your patience.

“Ohhh that bear that you sleep with every night like a five year old? Yeah it might have accidentally gotten thrown in with the trash after I cleaned the kitchen. You know, you really shouldn’t leave your stuff just lying around all willy nilly.” He surfs the tv channels as your eye twitches with rage. “Could you move, sugar, you’re blocking the television.” He clears his throat and takes a swig from the beer bottle in his hand.

You lose it and yank the bottle from his hand, smashing it against the head rest on his chair, glass falling all over him, causing him to flinch.

“I’m gonna give you five seconds to tell me where the fuck my bear is, Barnes.” You voice shakes.

“Or what?” He smirks, dusting off the broken glass from his lap and standing up, the two of you now standing chest to chest. Or… face to collarbone, considering your smaller height.

You tackle him to the ground, wrapping your hands around his neck and choking him, not planning on stopping until his face turns blue.

Suddenly you hear footsteps and soon Steve is standing above you trying to pull you off of Bucky. It was difficult for him considering you had a strong grip around Bucky’s neck, his eyes beginning to glaze over as his face turns red.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” You shake him in your grasp before Steve finally pulls your hands from around his throat.

“You crazy bitch!” Bucky chokes out, gasping for air as he starts to stand.

“What’s the meaning of all this?!” Steve asks, still holding you back as tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

“He threw away my bear!” You screamed through angry tears.

“All this for a goddam bear? You almost murdered me you fucking psycho!”

“It was not just a bear! That bear has been my safe haven ever since I was a kid! That bear has been there for me when no one else has! That fucking bear kept me from my nightmares and you took it away from me, Bucky why?! Why do you alway have to mess with me I’ve done nothing to you! It’s not fair!” You yank yourself away, pushing Bucky at full force, making him stumble backwards a bit before catching his balance, his mouth agape as you stormed out of the room walking to lord knows where

“What the hell, Buck?” Steve walks towards him. “You can’t just do things like that to people. Not everyone is like us. This generation is soft. They need things like that to keep them going. Let’s not forget that you have nightmares too.” Steve scolds him as he holds his hands on his hips. Bucky knows Steve is right, he just didn’t think it was so serious.

“I… I didn’t know.” Bucky sits there, feeling guilty as he stares at the floor. Steve scoffs and begins to make his way toward the room’s exit.

“Well you better fix this Bucky. Before she burns your room to the ground with you in it.”

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You take a walk around the city, damn near looking in every dumpster you saw to see if your stuffed bear was there, but no luck. So you headed back to the tower and took a shower, hoping the hot water would calm your nerves.

You really didn’t understand why Bucky did these types of things to you and it made you so angry that he hated you, especially when you’d never done a thing to him. Except fight him whenever he messed with you.

You got out of the shower and dried yourself, putting your towel in the hamper and opening the door to enter your room. However, you didn’t see Bucky sitting on your bed until you heard a manly yell fro the center of your room. Your eyes darted over to where he sat, covering his eyes as you screamed and tried to cover what you could with your hands.

“Why are you naked?!?” He screamed, still covering his eyes.

“Why are you in my room?!?” You hurried to your closet and snatched a long sleeved shirt from a hanger, luckily it was Steves and it hit your mid thigh.

“Well I wanted to apologize for stealing your bear and…” You looked see why he trailed off and saw your scuffed up, black teddy bear in his hands.

Without a second thought you ran to your bed snatched the bear from his grasp, hugging it tight before you wrapped Bucky in your arms as well. Bucky was stunned at first but wrapped his strong arms around your body, smiling as your wet hair damped his shirt.

“Thank you!” You held onto him, stuffing your face in his warm chest, inhaling his scent as he held onto you as tight as you did to him.

You stayed like that for a few minutes before you realized that he was the one who took your bear in the first place. With that, you pulled away and slapped the hell out of him with your right hand.

“Why did you lie about throwing it away you bastard? And why did you steal it in the first place?!” You pushed him back, sitting up on the bed with your bear in your left hand. He blinked a few times before answering, almost as if he didn’t really have an explanation.

“I don’t really know…I just… I guess I wanted to see how you’d react, in a way… I wanted you to be mad at me, if that makes sense. The only time you really give attention to me, is when you’re angry at me. I don’t why but, I think you’re so fucking sexy when you’re mad, sugar. Sometimes, I get so damn hard just knowing that you’re pissed at me.” Bucky couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. But in a way, it’s a relief considering he’s never even admitted any of this to himself. “So I guess I just kinda do things to piss you off in hopes that maybe one day you’ll do something about it.” His eyes trail from her eyes to her lips and stay there as he bites his bottom one.

“Oh.” You stare down at the stitches in your bed and think about what he just said, trying not to make it obvious that the sheets under you are soaking slowly.

“Can I kiss you, doll?” You look up at him as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and brings his palm to your cheek as he scoots closer, making your hart beat faster.

You lean forward to place a quick pec on his lips, before you could pull away he grabbed your waist and pulled you against his chest, kissing your jawline and your neck.

You fully straddle him and gently yank him back by his hair, nuzzling your face into his beard before nipping his scruffy cheek.

“Fuck, honey.”

You grab his chin and tilt his head downwards to make him look into your eyes.

“Be quiet.” You begin to unbuckle his belt and tug his pants down his legs before taking off his shirt, leaving him in just his underwear. You reach down to caress his length in your palm, watching as his becomes flustered, staring at your hand, his breathing steady, his cheeks red.

That wasn’t good enough for you.

You pushed his torso back, making him lay down before you planted kisses all the way down his body to his boxers. He sat up on his elbows to watch you, waiting for you to take them off. Instead, you slide your tongue along his clothed bulge, causing Bucky to shiver.

“Fuck, baby stop teasing, please.” His brows furrowed upwards as he bucked his hips up towards your face. You slap his thigh and run your teeth along his bulge, looking him straight in his lust blown eyes as he whimpers silently.

“You’ll get what I give you, James.” He groans, his head tilting back at the name you called him. You like this. A lot. You like having such a powerful man melting in the palm of your hand with just a the simple snap of a finger.

You pulled his stiff cock out of his underwear and took a long ogling look at it before making a move. It was thick and long, had veins protruding out all around the soft, milky shaft. His throbbing red tip, dripping with pre cum. You squeezed his balls, inspecting them as well, feeling just how big and juicy they are, not even realizing that Bucky was staring at you the whole time, with a smirk on his face as you finally locked eyes with him.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He taunts as you clear your throat and get back to the task at hand. You start to tug on his cock slowly, letting the pre cum slick up your movements. You bring your mouth to his tip and circle it with your tongue before sucking on it, licking his dripping slit as you watch his reaction, still cupping his balls in your other hand.

His breathing is getting heavier, his plump lips are parted and his brows are arched, his eyes glazing over as you pull him in deeper, almost letting his tip hit the back of your throat before you pull back up, teasing him just a bit more, letting him know who’s still in charge.

“Goddammit, sugar take me all the way.” He whined, bucking his hips up towards your mouth again.

You finally decide to quit teasing him and sink your mouth all the way down his throbbing cock, taking in a deep breath before you pull him the rest of him into your throat until your nose hits the tuft of hair at his base. His right hand reaches up to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

“Fuckin hell,” he gasps as he feels your throat convulse around him. His eyes roll back as you slowly wrench him from your throat, saliva stringing from his dick to your lips as you lift yourself from him.

You wipe your mouth as you jerk him off at a steady pase, his bucking up into your hand as you lock eyes.

“God, I can’t fuckin do this anymore,” he pulls your hand from his dick and yanks you from your position on the bed to straddle him, his wet cock pressing into your pussy folds. “I need to be inside you, sugar. Can I?” He rubs his dick against your pussy, making it hard for you to say no. You nod your head and that’s all he needs to lift you and take his cock into his hand, pumping it a few times before slowly sinking into you. You wince silently, trying not to show that his size is stretching you to the point where it’s painful.

“Fuck you’re tight.” He growls, laying down and placing his hands on your hips, letting you take control. He sees your eyes prickling with tears as he finally bottoms out, causing you to let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Shit, why didn’t you tell me i was hurting you?” He sits up immediately, bringing his hands to your cheeks, wiping your fallen tears with his thumb before pressing reassuring kisses to your lips. “We need to stop honey, I don’t want you to be in pain.” He rubs your lower back with his metal hand as you take deep breaths, shaking your head. He attempts to pull out before you put your hands on his chest push him to lay down, forcefully, his eyes widening as you start to move.

“No. I like it when it hurts a little.” You slowly lift yourself up and down his cock, hissing because of the prominent sting sprung from your core as he sits there, taken aback by your sudden dominance.

“Fuck, doll.” His head rolls back, his back falling to the bed before he brings his hands to your hips, attempting to push up into you faster than you were riding him.

You grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed, leaning down to kiss his neck, your breasts pressed flushed against his chest, as you sucked hard on his jaw.

“S-shit,” Bucky cursed. You looked up, rolling your hips a bit quicker, watching his red, blissed out face change to furrowed brows and an almost bleeding bottom lip from how hard he was biting it. “Fuck yes,” he whimpered as you changed pace and sped up. “You gonna take over me, sugar? Ride me for all I’m worth? Make me cum inside ya?”

“Yes, daddy!” You whine accidentally, pausing in neck as you stop your hips, releasing his wrists as you sit up you didn’t mean for it to slip but you just couldn’t help it. He just felt so damn good. “I-I’m so sorr-”

You’re cut off by Bucky slamming his lips against yours, flipping the both of you over and rolling his hips against yours, grinding his pelvis against your clit, making you whimper.

“You like it when daddy takes you like this, sugar?” He panted against your neck, pulling his hips all the way back until his tip was the only thing inside you before he slams his hips into yours, triggering your g-spot head on.

“Oh fuck!” You wrap your legs tight around his hips.

“Answer me,” he whispered, biting into your neck. Bucky unwrapped your legs from around his waist, letting your knees bend as he pushed your thighs apart. He wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed a little on the sides.

“I said fucking answer me.” He squeezed a little harder and fucked you a little rougher.

“Yes.” You whispered, your eyes rolling back as your mouth gaped open. He spanked your thigh and slowed down his pace, still slamming into you but not as quick as before.

“Yes what, sweetheart?” Bucky caressed your neck as he waited for your response, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek while he teased you.

“Yes daddy.” You stared him in the eyes and let out a quiet but shaky breath.

“That’s my girl,” he leaned down to kiss your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum daddy harder!” You tangle your hands into his hair. Bucky kissed you softly, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He slows his hips down to at least one soft yet deep thrust every five seconds

“You’ll get what I give you, sugar.” He smirks, his breathing getting heavier. He flips the both of you over and grips your waist, thrusting up into you hard and fast, just how you like it. Bucky’s thumb makes its way to your clit to rub in tight circles.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you whisper, your head pointed towards the ceiling as you lean back and lay your hands on his thighs, spreading yourself out more.

“What was that, sugar?” He reaches up with his metal hand to gently grasp your breast, toying with your nipple while rubbing your clit faster with his flesh and blood hand. You whimper, unable to speak as your high creeps up on you. “You’re gonna cum for me? You’re gonna cum all over my cock?” He grunts, his thrusts getting harder.

And just like that, it hits you. Your vision turned spotty and everything goes slow-mo. Heat rises up through your core and makes its way to your face, causing your cheeks to flush and your back to arch. You squirm and shake against Bucky as you cum, your eyes rolling back as your climax hits it’s full peak. It sprouts through you like a roots would through dirt, slow but beautiful. You cry out Bucky’s name as his thrusts don’t let up, your nails digging into his flexed torso. This is the hardest you’ve ever came and its consuming you, taking you into darkness as you suffocate from the undying pleasure.

You start to shy away as it becomes to much, trying to pull away from him as you tremble. Bucky didn’t like that.

“No.” He growled, pulling you down to lay chest to chest against him. “You don’t get to leave until daddy fills your pretty little pussy with his cum, understand?” You nod your head, hiding your face in his sweaty neck. He smacks your ass with his metal hand, which makes you bite into his collar bone as you let out a whimper.

“Yes.” You whimper, panting as you move your hips against him. You weren’t expecting him to grab you by the hair snd yank you back to look him straight in his
steel blue eyes.

“Yes what?” He slows down the movement of his hips, tightening his grip on your hair.

“Yes daddy.” You whisper. He thrusts into you once, hard but deep. So deep it knocks the air from your lungs.

“Louder,”

“Yes daddy!” Your cracked voice shouts.

“Good girl.” He kisses your lips and let’s go of your hair, lifting you off of him a sitting up on his knees, shifting you to lay on your stomach before he pushes your upper body down towards the bad, letting your back arch. Bucky lines himself up with you once again before laying his hands on your hips and thrusting slow. “You’re my good girl aren'cha? You’re my good little girl.” Hi mumbles as he increases the speed of his thrusts, laying his metal hand on your lower back for support. He leans down to lay on you, lowering you down on the bed, holding himself up on one elbow as the other one stays on your hip.

“Fuuuck,” you growl as he sinks deeper into you, hitting your g-spot.

“You like that baby?” Bucky leans on his forearms, kissing your neck as he talks dirty in your ear. “You like getting fucked slow like this? You like suckin in every inch I give to this greedy little pussy? Dirty little girl.” He pumps into you faster, his breathing picking up as he grunts into your neck.

“Oh fuck, honey your pussy’s so damn good.” He praises you, nibbling on your ear. He reaches underneath you and rubs your clit, trying to get you to cum before he does. “You gonna let me fuck you from now on? Gonna sleep with me? Gonna let me be your teddy bear?” Buck bites into your shoulder.

“Yes daddy.”

“You gonna be my good girl from now on, sugar?” You feel his cock pulse inside of you, signaling that he’s close.

“Yes, daddy.” You promised to him as you came again, moaning out his name as he thrusters into you mercilessly

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby girl you’re squeezin me so damn tight.” He hides his face into your neck, almost whining as he feels you clench around him. “I’m cumming… fuck! Take it, take it, take it!” He chants, growling as he fills your pussy with his release, some spilling out of you as he keeps thrusting. He slows his hips down to a stop after you’ve milked him dry, collapsing on top of you, holding some of his weight on his forearm while he pants heavily against your neck, holding you close as his hips twitch every few seconds.

“You okay, baby?” You ask when your breathing has finally slowed down.

“Yeah… I just need a minute.” You can hear the grin in his words as he kisses the love bites he left all over your neck and shoulders.

“What happened to that super soldier stamina I was promised?” You giggled as he bit you playfully.

“I made you cum twice, sugar, you could at least give a guy a break.” Bucky playfully smacked your ass before he slowly pulled out, backing up a bit to watch his cum leak down your thighs. “Shit,” he cursed as he spread your asscheeks, looking at the way his release mixed with yours and dripped out of you. You smirked as you gently clenched your pussy, pushing some of his cum out of you.

“Dammit, sugar don’t get me goin’ again.” He chuckled as he got up to use the restroom. Your eyes drifted closed as you laid down flat on your stomach and let sleep take over you.

Bucky comes back with a warm wet towel and smiles as he catches you sleeping. He quietly makes his way over to the bed and cleans your thighs and your pussy before putting the towel into the dirty clothes hamper and laying down next to you, pulling the fluffy white comforter over the both of you and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him before kissing your temple, hoping he’ll fall asleep tonight instead of staring at your beautiful sleeping face. He smiles as you wrap your arms around him and hold him in your sleep. Just like a teddy bear.

At that moment Bucky realizes that he’s falling hard for you. He just hopes you’ll feel the same when he finally confesses.

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A/N: Bucky gave her that “go to sleep” dick
Tags: @gaybybirth

His || Jungkook || 0.15

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Night Moves (Part 1)

Originally posted by rocksaroundthesuns

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend, Jess, is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Hope you enjoy part 1!…


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Art Museum

Summary: On your day off, you invite Bucky to an art museum. You’re sure he probably wants to spend his time doing something else besides looking at art, but you soon find that his definition of art might be a bit different than yours.

Word Count: 1,429.

A/N: Just another random idea that came in mind. Special thanks to @bovaria for being a doll and for previously reading this through. <3

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

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over again - zach dempsey

requested: nope, but feel free to request

pairings: zach dempsey x reader 

word count: 1.056

a/n: gif is from http://knightlley.tumblr.com 


here is part 2

It was the end of class so you were sitting in the Library with Alex on the opposite side of the table. You were you busy finishing off some a practice worksheet he handed to you because he was kind enough to tutor you in Maths since you weren’t great at it.

“Hey (y/n), can i ask you a question?” he whispered while tapping your arm. “Uhh, I guess” you said while still answering your worksheet. Alex was hesitant to ask but asked anyways.

“Are you dating or did you date Zach?” Alex asked, you stopped writing for a bit at the though of Zach but continued. “What? Why would I date Zach? he’s way up there” you said as you drew a bar graph and a really tall bar with ‘zach’ labelled on it “and I’m way down here” you drew a little bar with your name labelled on it and frowned a little.

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No Time to Speak

Alright, so, yeah.

The’s one for @lunathewolfwarrior ; so like, buddy, hope u like it, I’m sorry for not killing Keith but I’m weak so yeah. 

The scenario is simple, kay? Based on the titanic’s scene so hey, there it is!

Contains: Hurt/Comfort, slight angst?, Klance, NO ONE DIES OK? Pre-relationship but they are close and mushy, idk man, I told u, there is no logic whatsoever. They were pining and now they are not!

*Twirls fringer* On to the fic already. Enjoy.


Lance puffs another breath and his mouth twitches upward when the faint warm smoke reminds him of ‘dragon breath’, as his nephew would call it.

His not-so-smile drops when another dragon breath comes and mingles with his own, this one fainter and weaker.

Lance’s eyes fall on Keith’s in an instant.

“K-Keith.” He calls quietly, jaw trembling and lower lip quivering along, “K-Keith, come on. It’s - It’s my turn.”

Keith huffs one more time before he shakes his head, shifting in the slightest on the edge of the wooden plank Lance’s laying on top of before tightening his grip on Lance’s hand.

“I’m – I’m okay.” Keith replies after a few seconds in silence, softly and small, “I’m okay, L-Lance.”

He’s not. Lance can see the way his jaw tenses, trying in vain to stop his teeth from clattering. His lips are blue, taking a shade of purple around the corners. His eyelids drop every few seconds, making Lance’s heart to skip a beat every time his eyes stay close for more than a two ticks.

Lance can see the way their intertwined hands shake but he doesn’t feel a thing.

He can’t feel his hand. He can’t feel Keith’s squeeze on his fingers as he tries uselessly to warm him up or the soft brush of Keith’s thumb on the top of his hand.

There’re no more shivers running down his spine, the icy temperature around them taking its hold on them and it doesn’t help that they are not able to get out of the freezing water, thermic suits damaged earlier  and no other way to provide warm but with each other’s bodies.

Lance whimpers quietly, staring helplessly at Keith’s lower body being hidden by the dark waters below them. He leans forward until his forehead bumps against the wooden plank’s surface before raising his eyes once again to meet Keith’s tired ones.

“Keith, pl-please.” Lance pleads, trying to catch the black haired man attention by moving their hands a little, “We - We agreed on switching places –  You can’t just – You need –”

“Hey.” Keith cuts off, gently and softly, “Your leg i-is still wo-wounded. We need it above the - the surface to -to avoid in- infection, ok-okay? We -We agreed on that.”

Lance shakes his head, eyes bright and desperate. “I-I didn’t – You  never said any -anything about you staying on - on the water, Ke - Keith.”

Half of their armor was gone, the thin black suit underneath barely doing any comfort to their cold bodies. Lance had demanded for both of them to be on the only available floating surface around them.

Keith had refused at first, saying that Lance’s leg needed more room and keep it from jolting it too much. The brunet was restless though, something that changed when they tried to balanced each other in the small plank and both of them ended up on the icy waters, aggravating even more Lance’s open wound.

Keith refused to try again, snapping angrily and in concern as he had pushed the brunet up on the plank, ignoring Lance’s complaints, and then he settle himself on the edge of the wood, upper body on the surface while he kicked his legs under water to keep himself afloat.

They haven’t moved since then.

Lance is not aware of how much time has passed; the seconds seem longer, even slower than ticks, and he can’t make his brain to function enough to make sure how long has Keith’s been under the water now. He can’t calculate the damage it will have on him, he doesn’t know how much longer he can survive like this.

“K-Keith.” Lance calls once more time, letting out a sigh when Keith snaps his eyes open at the calling, looking a little disoriented, “You can’t  keep – We don’t know how lo-long – You n-need to – We need to do some- something.”

Keith stays silent and Lance frowns.

“K-Keith –”

“It’s – It’s fine, L-Lance.” Keith reassurance and Lance’s heart aches at the trembling smile on his teammate’s lips, “My –My Galra blood keeps me wa-warm enough. You - You wouldn’t – It’s okay.”

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Understand

MASTERLIST

Request: y/n being insecure about herself and about love.

Word count: 2,534

Cracking noises from the flames in the beige brick fireplace hanging on the wall, filled the otherwise silent living room. These faint but warm noises always made me feel somehow calm.

I loved the heat filling up the room, I loved shutting my eyes and listen to the flames crack slowly, I loved how it all felt like home to me.

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