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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 10 ❤️

-A/N: I’M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT BB’S!! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE! i made it extra smutty! (; ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️  

You stared at yourself in the mirror, running your eyes over your current outfit.

The summer dress you wore hugged your curves perfectly, especially around your tummy. You tugged at the material, trying to see how far it would stretch before letting it go against your skin. You usually did that nowadays; trying to get an idea when you’d eventually have to stop wearing it. Bucky had bought you this dress and you loved it with a passion.

The sound of a knock on your door broke your thoughts. With a smile, you turned around to be greeted with an excited Pepper, who held your jacket in her hands.

“It’s gonna get a bit chilly tonight,” she squealed, slipping it over your shoulders.

You giggled, moving your hair to the side as she did so. You turned around, holding out your arms so that she got a view of your outfit. “Do I look okay?” you asked, looking down at your dress.

Pepper placed her hands on her hips, a small impressed smile on her cherry red lips.

“You look amazing, Y/N. Bucky’s gonna be blown away.”

Now that you and Bucky had the waiver out of the way, you could focus on the baby that was growing inside you. After many days spent contemplating on your future, you decided that you did in fact want a future with Bucky by your side. You wanted him to be your alpha. He practically cried when you told him that you wanted to bond with him.

But, you wanted to do it the right way.

It wasn’t traditional by any means, you knew that. Even though you were pretty much going backwards, you both decided to take it slow, which meant doing things people in relationships did. Like go on dates, watch movies together, all that stuff.

And Bucky, being the 40’s gentleman he was, was more than okay with that. He practically jumped at the opportunity to take you on your first date.

That’s how you needed up spending hours on your hair, makeup and outfit. You wanted to look good for your alpha, meaning you’d put in the largest amount of effort possible.

You had no idea where he was taking you.

You honestly had never been courted before, as you would never let any other people anywhere near you. But now, you had found your other half and you wanted to be as perfect as possible.

Bucky stood in the lobby of the tower, nervously waiting for you to arrive. He stared down at the bouquet of roses in his hand.

Man, this was so much different from the last time he did this. In the past, he was hardly ever nervous about the omegas he courted. Well, he didn’t really court them, he just slept with them for a night and then disappeared. That sounded so bad from that point of view.

It should’ve been easy for him. After all, he’s been on countless dates. But for some reason, he felt like he needed to impress you -which is something he hardly did with the other girls he took out.

He was your alpha and he felt the intense feeling to provide for you and give you countless amounts of attention. He felt it the day he met you and it had only gotten stronger.

He wanted you happy and he was willing to do anything to make sure you were.


He spun around, ready to give you the roses, but as soon as his eyes landed on you, his eyes widened.

You looked so damn beautiful.

When his eyes landed on your tummy, taking in the sight of the woman of his dreams carrying his pup, he felt his heart swell. The dress he bought you enhanced every little curve on your body.

“Jesus, doll…” he gawked, taking in your being. There was no way he was going to be able to get through dinner without at least needing a uh…bathroom break once or twice. You just had that effect on him.

You blushed, pulling a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You weren’t used to components, especially from the opposite sex. And Bucky, being the insanely handsome alpha he was, was like getting complimented from a celebrity.

A really sexy celebrity who you’ve been lusting after since middle school.

“Hi,” you giggled, awkwardly fumbling with your hands. Bucky bent down and placed a kiss onto your lips.

And god damn, did that intensify everything.

When you closed your eyes, you immediately felt a slight heat rising in your chest. Your legs began to shake and you went a bit lightheaded.  You dismissed it as heartburn.

When you pulled away, it suddenly stopped. You peered up at Bucky, who stared down at you with a matching confused expression.

“We should get going!” He chimed, wrapping his arm around yours and guiding you to the lobby doors. You could tell he was trying to ignore what had just accused, but…you felt something back there. You didn’t know what, but you did.

And you wanted to know what it was.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Bucky asked you as he took a sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving yours.

You totally hadn’t thought about that.

The baby was going to be due in no less than four months now and you had yet to pick a name. You always had trouble picking things out or simply making decisions; it must’ve been your Delta nature. After all, deltas weren’t the most efficient when it came to make decisions.

But you wanted to pick the name. At least one of them.

“What about…Jane?” He asked, sensing your inner conflict. He raised his eyebrows, searching your face for any signs you liked the name.

You crinkled your nose and shook your head.

“What about Lana?” You asked, a small hopeful smile on your lips. It was a pretty name.

Bucky let out a small snort, causing you to raise an eyebrow. Was it that bad?

“Uh….I don’t know about that one, doll.” You frowned.

“Why not?”

“Spell Lana backwards.”

Instantly, your face broke out into an embarrassed blush. Oh god, your poor baby would be a target for bullying if you named her that.

“Have you thought of any, alpha?” You asked. When he didn’t answer, you raised your eyes to give him a smile. Instead of getting one back, you were met with Bucky’s lustful blue eyes staring back at you.

He cleared his throat before taking another sip of wine.

“Isabel?” He offered. You couldn’t help the grin that grew into your lips.

“Isabel Barnes,” you spoke. Bucky’s eyes lit up when you said that. “I like how it sounds.”

You thought back to what your brother told you before he left. If it was true, you’d have little Isabel running around here in just a few short months. But for some reason…you didn’t feel so sure.

“And what if it’s a boy?” You ask, placing your elbows on the table and resting your chin on your hands. You were eager to hear him say anything, as dumb as that sounded. Just the sound of your alpha’s voice made your heart flutter.

“If it’s a boy…” he began. “I think you ought pick, doll.” Your eyes widened a bit. An alpha letting a delta name their pup? That was completely unheard of.

You thought for a while. There were so many darn names to choose from. You thought about the name Grant, after Steve’s father, but that just didn’t fit. You even thought of naming your son after Tony, but considering Bucky and his past, that was a major no-no. Hell, you even considered Peter.

“I like Noah!” You exclaimed.

“Noah.” Bucky spoke, a small smile on his lips. “I like that.”

“His middle name has to be James, though.” You blushed. Bucky let out a breathy chuckle.

He reached for your hand, running his metal fingers along the soft flesh lightly. That immediately sent shivers down your spine and you were instantly damp between your legs.

“We’re gonna take this slow okay, doll?” He assured, his blue eyes searching yours for any doubt.

“Mhm,” you nodded, biting your lip as you watched him drag his tongue along his bottom lip. You knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose, but Jesus, it was doing so many things to you.

He immediately inhaled sharply, catching the scent of your pheromones. His eyes dilated slightly, just for a second before he shook his head, regaining his composure.

“Damn, sugar,” he let out a breathy laugh. “This is gonna be really hard for me.”

“I know, alpha,” you squeezed his hand. “but we can do this. I know we can.”

Bucky nodded, pressing a small kiss to your hand.

“One step at a time, right?” You smiled, giving him a nod.

“One step at a time.”

You let out a scream as Bucky shook his head rapidly, his tongue creating an amazing sensation onto your clit. That was all it took for him to bring you over the edge once again. This was the third orgasm he’d given you tonight, and you hoped he wouldn’t stop.

So much for taking it slow, right?

Bucky crawled up your body, crashing his mouth onto yours. He placed his hand on your jaw, forcing it open so that his tongue could explore your mouth.

You let out a small whimper, feeling his tongue dominate yours. And you completely let him. You felt Bucky pull away from you and gently flip you onto his back with you straddling his body.

“Fuck, doll,” he groaned, taking in the sight of you completely naked and straddling him. The sight of your barely swollen tummy only tummy only turned him on more.

“Bucky,” you whimpered, slowly grinding your core onto his thigh. You threw your head back, savoring the sweet sensation. It’s been forever since you first had sex with Bucky and you were craving him.

“You wanna ride me, sugar?” He growled, his voice falling deeper with each word. “You wanna make me your alpha?”

You nodded, grinding down harder. You wanted that so bad. Lifting yourself up, you grabbed ahold of his thick length and positioned it at your entrance. You gently ran the tip of it along your dripping folds, circling his head on your clit.

Bucky let out a small groan and ran his hands along your hips, gripping them harshly with this fingers.

“Please, Y/N,” he begged, bucking his hips upwards. The head of his cock pressed against your clit in such a delicious way, you couldn’t help but moan.

You placed your hands on his chest and lowered yourself onto his length. Bucky’s head fell back onto the pillows, his eyes screwed shut. You could see the small veins in his neck as he tried to keep from thrusting into you.

You gave an experimental bounce of your hips, moving them in small circles. Bucky was so big, you could feel every inch of him stretching your walls, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix. You moved faster, grinding your hips onto his.

“F-Fuck, Y/N.” he gasped, his hands travelling behind you to the soft flesh of your behind and kneading it harshly. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”

The mechanical sounds of his metal arm as it flexed added onto the arousal between your legs. You couldn’t wait until Bucky was comfortable to finger fuck you. Shifting so that your knees were better placed on the bed, you began swirling your hips in a figure 8.

“Oh, alpha.” You moaned, removing your hands from his chest and placing them onto your breasts. You pinched your nipples softly, rolling them with your thumb.

“Fuck me, Y/N,” he groaned, his fingers kneading your ass harder. “that’s what you want, right? You wanna make me yours?” 

Those last few words awoken something inside you. You didn’t have a single dominant bone in your body, but you had the burning urge to claim him; Bucky was yours and nobody else could have him. 

You had no idea where this newfound courage came from, but all coyness left you. Your right hand shot out and wrapped around Bucky’s throat, squeezing it harshly. You immediately expected him to give you a warning, or at least some kind of growl, but instead you were welcomed with the hottest thing on this planet. 

Bucky whimpered. 

He trusted upwards into your heat, letting you know that he was still the alpha in this, but you were in complete control of him. 

He was your bitch now. 

And you were never going to let him forget that.

You tightened your grip around his throat, digging your nails into the flesh softly as you bounced onto his throbbing cock. You placed your left hand on his chest and dug your nails into the flesh harshly, dragging them down his body. The marks created angry little red lines, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it only turned him on even more. 

“Ah, baby I’m so fucking close,” he gasped, his eyes fluttering shut. He placed his hands onto your hips again and began thrusting into your throbbing pussy. The sounds of his skin against yours, along with the slick running down your thighs was the only thing you heard, along with Bucky’s whimpers of pleasure. 

“Please come inside me, alpha!” you mewled, feeling his cock nudge against your sweet spot repeatedly. 

In one move, Bucky sat up and flipped you both over. He gave you a quick, passionate kiss before placing his metal hand onto your shoulder and moving you so that you were positioned on your hands and knees. He placed his hand on your lower back, gently pressing downwards.Taking the hint, you arched your back, sticking your ass out for him. 

“P-please, James,” you moaned, reaching behind you and placing your hand on his. “Please make me come.”

The Russian swear he let out was barely audible, but you could feel the tip of his cock gently pressing into your folds, stretching your walls. You gasped, grasping hold of his hand tighter as his hips snapped forward into you. 

Bucky’s pace was almost brutal as he fucked your pulsing pussy. You could feel him hitting your g spot over and over, making you scream. Each time he bottomed out, he let out a groan, and you loved every second of it. 

You felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm building. You began clenching around his cock, milking it with each thrust. 

“Тебе это нравится, принцесса?” he groaned, thrusting harder into you. 

“Я так его обожаю, папочка!” you replied, much to his surprise. 

With one final thrust, your orgasm hit you at full force. You let out a blood curling scream as his cock fucked into you mercilessly. Bucky’s thrusts became sloppy, full of unrelenting force as he chased his orgasm. 

Before you could think, you felt his hand wrap around your throat, pulling you backwards. You gasped as he pulled you back harshly and onto your knees. Y

That’s when you felt it. 

The warmth in your chest, the lightheaded feeling and the shaking of your legs. It was right in front of you, but you just couldn’t understand. Bucky sunk his teeth into the warm flesh of your neck. It should’ve hurt, you knew that, but whether it be from the mind numbing orgasm, you felt the most intense pleasure.

Your eyes shut completely as Bucky spilled his come inside you, painting your walls. You clenched around him once again, wanting every single of it. 

You lay your head on Bucky’s chest, huffing softly as you fought to catch your breath. That was by far the most amazing experience you’d ever had. You just hoped he felt the same. 

“Did I hurt you?” his voice was soft, barely above a whisper. If you hadn’t have caught your breath by now, you wouldn’t have heard it. You peered up at your alpha, your eyes wide. 

“N-No!” you stuttered. “I feel great. A little sore, but I loved every minute of it.” 

His eyes flickered to you, searching for any signs of discomfort. You gave him a small reassuring smile. That’s all it took. He gave you a dorky grin, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead. 

I love her so much 

Your eyes instantly snapped open. You looked up at Bucky, completely flabbergasted. 

“Y-You love me?” You squeaked. Bucky peered down at you with an equally confused expression. 

“I didn’t say anythi- wait what?”

Is he okay?

Bucky sat up, the sheets falling to his waist in the process. He heard you, he was a hundred percent sure…but you hadn’t opened your mouth. 

“Bucky…” you whispered, your eyes filled with tears. You were sure of it now, no a hundred percent. “Did we…?”

Bucky smiled softly, cupping your cheek with his metal hand. “We did it, doll.” 

“We’re one now.”



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Health and Healing Spell

You will need:
- cleansed water, moon water or rain water
- clear quartz
- blue candle, green candle and black candle
- 4 white tea lights
- sage
- thyme
- basil
- saffron

1. arrange your candles in a circle with the three coloured candles at the apex
2. iight your candles in a clockwise rotation
3. add your dry ingredients to your pot (or cauldron if you a fancy witch)
4. add the cleansed/moon/rain water
5. place the clear quartz next to the pot, but still within the circle of candles
6. Drip some of the wax from each of the coloured candles into the pot
7. blow out all candles and finish the spell

— timepiece

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: angst, a tiny bit of fluff

warnings: mentions of depression, sociophobia

word count: 2957

A/N  — so this is something I did a while ago and thought I should post it…well here it is

(credit to owner)

The depths of his mind were but grains of sand on a beach that stretched further than you could even imagine. And you just happened to be the oncoming tsunami of curiosity, awaiting the moment you hit the sand and finally crossed into the land of thoughts; his mind.

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I finally decided to stand up to him.
The one who had bullied me my whole life.
He was going to fight me with his bare hands.
Real men don’t need guns or knives.

But was I really going to fight him?
I heard most bullies are cowards anyway.
If you just show you’re not afraid,
You can overpower them any day.

I’ve always been told to never run,
And to stand up for my beliefs.
Most bullies are misunderstood people,
Who are always searching for peace.

I’ve been told to reason with them,
And find the source of their woes.
Most bullies are really scared people,
Who need more friends than foes.

So there I entered the circle,
My head dripping in sweat.
I was nervous as all hell,
But he was calm I bet.

I walked right up to him,
And looked him in the eye.
That’s when he punched me relentlessly,
But never once did I cry.

I yelled at him to hit me,
And sure enough he gave me his best shots.
To many I might have seemed crazy,
But I assure you this wasn’t all for naught.

After, I laid on the floor.
I was a bloodied, battered mess.
But I felt more confident than ever,
Because I proved he was so much less.

“Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me. Oh and I rush to the start. Running in circles, chasing our tails, coming back as we are. Nobody said it was easy, it’s such a shame for us to part. Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be so hard…I’m going back to the start.”

The Scientist - Coldplay

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The Demons Apprentice 8

…I’m posting this too soon. I’m going to trip over myself again. *rubs face* AGHHHHHhhhh… but ignore me, enjoy yourselves 



[part 8]

[Chapter 4: I’m So Tired:]



Something was wrong.

Cipher sat up, limbs still achey. Where was PineTree? He looked around. Not in the room. He got up from the bed and walked into the hall. Not there. He continued to go down the hallway. 


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Close Part 2

Summary: Part 2. Sam and the reader have a little fun together.

Pairing: SamxReaderxDean (No Wincest)

Warnings: Smut, threesome, NSFW, fingering, upside down 69ing, language, oral sex (both receiving), Sam Winchester because he deserves a warning for being a sexy beast. Basically this is some smutty smut.

Word Count: 1461

A/N: This was supposed to be a 2 parter but I’m in a Sam!Crisis so this kinda turned into a Sam part. So it looks like it’s gonna be at least 3. Hehe. Enjoy! If you wanna be tagged let me know! Tags under the story!!

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Your mouth opened into a perfect ‘O’ shape at Dean’s words. You couldn’t believe what was happening, you kept expecting to wake up from another fantasy but it was all very real. Sam was in front of you now, dipping his head down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth as he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you into the air. Your legs clamped around his waist, kiss never breaking as he lead you to his bedroom. His lips left yours and you inhaled sharply.

“Dean will join us soon, in the meantime you’re mine.” He growled into your ear, kicking the door to his room shut and slamming you up against it.

His mouth was on your neck before you could react, trailing hot kisses over your collarbone as you fisted your hands in his long brown locks. He grunted as you tugged gently, bringing his lips back to yours.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so sexy. Do you have any idea what I wanna do to you?” Sam grunted against your mouth, ripping at the buttons on your plaid nightshirt leaving you bare to him. You hardly cared as the buttons clattered on the floor because all you could focus on was Sam Winchester’s perfect lips on your flesh.

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Request: Little game

Request: Imagine Juice getting teasing dirty pictures from his old lady while he’s on a run. After the job is done he comes home and has his way with her. 

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: smut

Originally posted by travisfimel

Missing Juice was being a constant in your life. This new club business was taking him in long runs often and the house was cold and silent without his laugh and videogame noise.

You missed him annoying while you were cooking and cuddle with him to sleep. Your bed was cold too, without his warm body next to you or the love you made. You shook your head and got out of the bathtub. The water was cold and you were getting hot and bothered thinking about Juice.

“Wait…”, you talk to yourself as you grabbed your phone and laid back on the bathtub. You sank in and took a picture of your legs, making sure he could see your thighs too and sent to Juice.

     Missing you.

You giggled and made more bubbles, covering your breasts with them, taking another picture. You took other ones with your towel and your lingerie, hoping Juice got as bothered as you were, to know what he was missing.


The Sons had left the clubhouse in Tacoma and where heading home. The night had felt around them and it would took another hour to get home. They were parked getting fuel and going to the bathroom when his phone rang on his pocket. Juice picked it up, smiling at your name on the screen. He was missing you so much and was thinking about make a surprise getting home without telling you.

“Jesus!”, he cursed when he opened your message. Not one, but a few pictures of you were making his pants a little tight. Your beautiful legs and thighs in the bathtub; your breasts hidden by the bubbles in the water; your towel letting him see the top of them and your thighs; your lingerie…

He put the phone back in his pocket and walked around, impatient, waiting for his brothers. He was eager to get home before, but now he was desperate. You would pay for that little teasing game.


You couldn’t fall asleep, so you laid in bed with you new book and read, hoping to get tired enough. You had barely turned another page when you heard the roar of a bike outside. You crossed the house, wearing your panties and an old shirt from Juice. Your barefoot felt the cold from the floor, but you didn’t bothered and kept walking until the front door. Someone opened it and you giggled when you saw Juice entering the house.

“You are home!”, you were about to hug him when you saw his serious expression. “Baby, are you okay?”

You slowly walked closer and touched his cheeks. Juice grabbed your wrists and quickly spun you around, pushing you against the door. He lifted you and wrapped your legs around him, making you gasp.

“Juan!”, you squealed and he silenced you with his lips. You melted in his arms and caressed his scalp as his tongue explored your mouth.

“You thought that little game was funny, right?”, he smirked, carrying you around the house, to the bedroom. “Oh you will pay baby, you will”

You hid your face in his neck smiling. Your pictures had the result you wanted and you would finally have your old man all to yourself.

Juice roughly laid you on bed and ripped your shirt and panties, leaving you naked and exposed to him. He smirked and pulled him shirt off. You spread your legs and licked your fingers, touching your pussy while he froze, watching you.

“Yes baby”, he mumbled, unbuckling his belt, his eyes glued at you. “Right there, let me see… Oh I miss you”

You gasped when he let his pants and boxers fall, grabbing his cock. Juice stroked himself, his thumb touching his head as if it was your tongue. You swallowed and knelt on bed, touching his chest. Juice opened his eyes.

“What are you doing?”, his face was close to yours, his lips almost kissing you.

“I need you Juan”, you begged, trying to touch his cock, but Juice grabbed your wrists.

“No baby”, he brought your fingers to his mouth, sucking them. “Tonight you are mine. You have to pay for that little game”

He made you lay down again, pinning your hands on the mattress and kissing your neck. Juice opened his mouth over a breast and sucked it, merciless. You squirmed under his touch and moaned when his fingers slid inside you. He was driving you crazy, fingering your pussy.

“Please baby”, you whined. He thumb pressed your clit, tracing circles. You were dripping wet, desperately needing him. Juice stopped when you got restless, an orgasm building in your body. “No, don’t stop”

He only smirked and held your wrists again, kissing you slowly, calming you down. There was no way you would get calm, but you tried to breathe and waited for his next move.

Juice trailed a path of kisses down your body until your pelvis. He laid between your legs and you bucked your hips in his direction. He grinned and firmly held your thighs. His tongue slid through your folds, spreading your juices.

“Hmm”, he moaned on your skin, kissing your inner thigh. “Tastes good, as always”

You pressed your lips together as he opened you for him, swirling the tip of his tongue on your clit. His lips closed around that spot and you arched your back. He teased your entrance with his finger and opened his mouth over you, giving you oral sex and he loved that.

He stopped again, not letting you cum. “Please, please Juan”, you whined, tossing your head back on the pillow. You gasped when he pushed his cock inside you, hard and deep.

“It feels so good baby”, he groaned. “You shouldn’t tease me like that”

“I won’t do it again” you whined, wrapping your arms around him. “Just please, fuck me… Oh please!”

He set a pace, fucking you like you had waited so much during that damn run of his club. His hands held the headboard, pounding inside you. The sound of bodies slamming against each other and your moans were filling the room. Your pussy was tightening around his cock, your orgasm, held back before, finally running through your body.

“Yes, my girl, cum to me”, Juice said breathless as you screamed his name. He growled, filling you with his cum, calming down over you. Caressing his scalp, you let him held you, breathe in your scent mixed with his own and the sex.

“I’m sorry I teased you”, you said, kissing his shoulder. Juice raised his body on his arms, looking at you.

“No gorgeous”, he smirked. “You should do this more often”

Wars Were Waged

A/N: Because ‘tis the season…. I bumped this one up. Hope you like it! (It got very silly. Like, fluffy silly!)

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Anon said: Would you please write a Derek Hale x female human reader (she’s his same age) - “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” She, Derek (her boyfriend) and the pack are outside in the fresh snow fall. The pack minus Derek are playing in the snow. She throws the snowball at him then runs from him laughing as he gives chase) playful fluff with a hint of smut please?


“It’s snowing!” Stiles practically shouted, running to the floor to ceiling windows of the loft and staring out them slack jawed. “It’s actually freaking snowing!”

You looked up from your book to see all the teenagers moving in a massive herd toward the window, and you laughed. Their energy was infectious, and you rose to your feet quickly, letting the blanket around your legs fall to the floor, snapping your book shut, and quickly striding to join them.

“Man, it’s really coming down!” You said. Turning around, you waved your boyfriend over. “Come on, Der!”

He looked at you over the brim of his book with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s snow. It’s white, fluffy stuff that is cold. What is the big hubbub?”

“Because it’s freaking snow!” Both you and Stiles said in unison, your arms waving exaggeratedly.

Looking between the two of you a few times, Derek said decidedly, “Okay. Don’t ever do that again. It’s creepy.”

Stiles muttered something under his breath as he turned back to the window, and you raised your eyebrows at Derek.

“What?” He asked exasperatedly. “I don’t like it!”

“You don’t like snow? That is the saddest thing I have ever heard.”

Derek snapped his book shut, letting it fall in his lap as he glared at you, the smirk on your face smug.

“No. This is Beacon Hills. In my experience, anything that is so out of the ordinary that it draws this much attention is a bad thing.”

“So you think snow is a sign of impending doom?” You raised your eyebrow in question.


“Did you ever think that maybe possibly it was just because it’s December?”

The snickering behind you brought back your smirk.

“Um, we’re just gonna go outside,” Scott said, looking a little uncomfortable, but amused.

“I’ll join you,” you said, grabbing your coat from over the back of the chair, before looking pointedly at Derek. “Make sure it isn’t evil or anything.”

You could practically feel his eyes boring into the back of your head as you followed everyone else out onto the balcony.

Stiles immediately fell onto his back and made a snow angel, Lydia joining him.

You took in the soundless falling of white fluff when suddenly a wet mass hit your back, and you gasped, doing a stilted walk around in a circle as cold water dripped down your back.

Turning, you saw Isaac snickering, and you immediately bent down, scooping up a handful of the ice. “Oh, Lahey, this is war!”

After several pelts of the white stuff back and forth, teams being forged, and wars being waged, you saw Derek standing behind Isaac, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wall, watching the madness with an amused grin.

Meeting your eyes, he must have been able to sense your intentions, or maybe your smirk was bigger than you realized, but his face began to screw up in impending doom, and you yelled out to Isaac, “Lahey! Duck!”

Derek’s arms were raised as if to shield himself. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” He stood frozen, the terrace suddenly silent, all eyes on the alpha with his eyes screwed shut, snow covering his face.

“I’m gonna kill you,” Derek managed, puffing some of the melting ice off his lips. His eyes were glowing red, and snowflakes stuck to his lashes. He began to stalk towards you.

“That would be a lot more menacing if the snowflakes on your eyelashes and your red eyes didn’t look so festive. Reminds me of a frosted cranberry ornament I had once….”

He began to charge you as you backed up slowly, your grin not going anywhere.

“Plus I know you love me, so….”

“Interference!” Several voices shouted, and all the boys got between you and Derek, flipping him like they would on a lacrosse field. It happened in slow motion, Stiles motioning you around, yelling, “Go, go, go!”

Derek stared up at the sky in shock, having landed on his back, effectively destroying a snowman. He reached behind himself and pulled out two sticks and a carrot, staring at them, his face void of emotion. “Y/N,” Stiles said quietly, looking at you and whispering, “Run.”

Backing up slowly you saw Derek get his feet back under him with very little effort, all the boys stepping back. Sticking his tongue out, Derek caught a snowflake, smacking his lips a few times, and humming in approval. “I see what you mean. Not so bad.”

You began to back up faster. You knew that look in his eye. You were dead. “No, you were right. Impending doom. Snow. Always a sign of impending doom.”

“Run,” he said quietly with a smirk and you turned with a squeal, making a mad dash back through the loft, all too soon feeling warm arms wrap around your waist and spin you around, making you kick your legs in the air.

“Derek! You are soaked! And cold! And it’s making me all soaked and cold and stop!” You began laughing as he threw you over his shoulder like a rag doll. “Derek, put me down!”

He began to carry you up the stairs, your wimpy flailing seeming to amuse him. Looking back out the window, you saw the pack back to waging a war of snow, and you smiled.

“Derek,” you whined, propping your elbow on his back, and cradling your chin as you went limp, giving up. “Where are you taking me?”

“You said you were soaked and cold.”

“Yeah, because of you!”

“So,” he chuckled, “we are going to take a hot shower.”

Your eyes went wide, darting to the window where you saw Lydia get hit in the face with a snowball, the look in her eyes meaning the equivalent of one of her screams. Someone was about to die out there for hitting her in the face.

“What about the pack? We can’t do that with them there!”

Setting you down gently, you both glanced out the window, seeing all the guys with their hands held up in surrender as Lydia advanced, and soon chaos broke loose, the screams and laughter sounding through the glass.

He chuckled. “I think they are occupied for long enough. Besides, they will just go straight for hot chocolate after and crash from the sugar rush.”

“So that’s why you left all those candy canes on the counter.”

He shrugged. “Was worth a shot. Looks like it’ll pay off.”

If it were possible, the fight outside was getting worse, snow just being flung haphazardly around the balcony. “It just might.” You grinned with your finger on your chin in thought. “Good thinking. You saved me on-”

Derek cut you short with a grin as he held up a candy cane, making you smile even bigger.

“I knew there was a reason I loved you.”

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Jungkook X Reader

A/N: Just a little shortie cause I was feelin sinful 😏😏😉😉 And I think we all need a lil more stripper Jungkook cause that cop outfit is on point
Don’t judge too harshly, my smut isn’t the best ;-;

Genre: Smut

AU: Stripper!Jungkook

Word Count: 2429

Short: “You got strippers for your wedding?!”

A little bit lonely perhaps. Maybe that was what you felt.
A little thrill would be nice for you and your boring life. And coincidentally, it happened.

Your best friend Dal Hae from University was getting married to a man you’ve known for years. They were just the perfect couple, everyone referring to them as “Goals”.
It made you feel like the lesser woman, everyone around you was getting married, and here you were, lacking love. You were happy to be a bridesmaid for her -because obviously her sister was going to be the maid of honour.

But of course, you needed a traditional party for the bachelorette’s and Bachelor’s, and that was today. You drove down to Dal Hae’s house to pick her up, watching as she kissed her fiancé goodbye before running to your car. “Hey!” She exclaimed, “You ready to party like never before?” She laughed as she pretended to throw her hands in the air. You giggled back in response, “Sure Dal” As you drove to the destination, Dal Hae fixed up her makeup before looking towards you, “Girl” she elongated, “You look fine as hell today! Who you tryin to impress?” She asked as she slightly hit your shoulder. “Myself!” You laughed, “Gotta look good for those lonely dates with my true, compatible partner”
“Stop it” she giggled, “You’re beautiful, and if guys can’t see that, then they’re blind” You blushed slightly, “Thanks Dal”

You arrived at the club a few minutes later. You parked your car and you and Dal Hae walked inside, greeted by the booming music as you walked towards the private room she booked for all the Bridesmaids. “We’re here!” She exclaimed, watching as the other girls stood up and ran up to hug the two of you, complimenting your dress and makeup that you worked, quite hard on -in your opinion. You chatted away as you swigged down some drinks, the strong burn of Tequila on your throat. You partied and sang Karaoke, laughing when someone messed up the lines or sang the wrong tune. You were all having a great time until you heard three sufficient knocks on the door. Dal Hae smirked widely before she stood up to answer it. All the girls looked in shock as behind the door, revealed four men, each one wearing a uniform.

“Someone call for a show?” The man in the cop uniform asked as he walked inside, eyeing you before turning back to Dal Hae. “You my dear…” He grabbed her hand and kissed it, “Must be the bride”
“I am!” She squealed. “He’s a lucky man” He winked as he let go, taking another glance at you, shooting fire right through you. He whispered something to the other 3 men before appearing at the front of the stage, “My name is Jungkook” he raised his hand to the according member as he pointed them out, “These are my boys. This is Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok. Please treat us well” he smirked, looking directly at you. You felt your knees weaken and a sudden warmth at your core. Why did this man have such a strong affect on you? You’ve never felt like this before when you went to the club. But then again, his perfect hair, his chiseled jawline, and oh god, those lips. You felt like he had some sort of power over you. Some kind of Dominance that made you crave more.

You watched as Jimin walked over to the stereo, plugging in his phone and turning on his music. The girls all squealed as they whispered to each other about how hot they were, even calling Dibs.

“What’s your name, baby?” Jungkook asked, his arms on both sides of your chair, pushing you back into it, his face at least a foot away from yours. “Y-Y/N” you stammered.
“A beautiful name, For a beautiful woman” he said, his hand grazed onto your chin, pulling away slowly. Your head followed automatically, aching for his hot touch on you to linger a bit more. “Watch me” he said as he winked and backed away.

The slow, rocking beat set you in the perfect mood. That Jimin guy really knew his music. They took of their shirts, hearing the other girls holler. You couldn’t help but stare at Jungkook’s toned abdomen. You wanted to reach out and touch them because they were so perfect, so sculpted. Jungkook had you wrapped around his finger. Every one of his doing’s making you weaker and your heat pooling at the threads.

But in all honesty.
You didn’t mind it one bit.

You watched as he felt himself up and down, making sure to glance at you every now and then, like a prey stalking it’s predator. Jungkook made you feel like you were the only one in the room, his moves were just so intoxicating, so breathtaking.

Then he walked up to you.

You bit your lip as you gazed up at him with wide eyes. He rolled himself onto you, you could practically see the sweat on his forehead. “You’re so fucking hot, do you know that?” He whispered hotly into your ear. You felt chills through your spine, goosebumps on your skin. “I’ve got something to show you when we’re done here” he said. He continued with his works, entrancing you with how his body moved.
The only thing on your mind was how he would be in bed. You crossed your legs at the thought of you grinding on him, making love to him until you both fell into ecstasy.

The girls hollered and wooed as the men in front of them did their magic. They breathed heavily, panting even, for all the hard work they’ve been doing. Jungkook kept on biting his lip and licking them as his hot gaze pierced you. But sadly, when the song came to an end, so did they. You didn’t want to believe it, but you were sad to see them go, especially Jungkook. He winked you goodbye as they thanked everyone for having them and exiting the room whilst blowing kisses.

“That. Was something” Mina said as she sat back in her seat, pretending to break a sweat.
“Hey guys” Jihyo interrupted, “guess what” she smirked as she lifted up a small piece of paper in her hand, “He gave me his number” Everyone screamed and jumped around, you included. It kind of made you wish Jungkook gave you his number as well. But alas, maybe everything he did really was just for show. Maybe he didn’t really feel that way about you and that he was just great at acting.

You walked towards the door, informing the girls you were going to get a drink, doubting that they heard you with all the screaming they were doing anyways. You closed the door behind you and as soon as you looked up, you were met face to face by the one and only, Jungkook. He didn’t bother changing back into his clothes, his ripped abs still showing, you could just reach out and-

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” He interrupted, smirking. “I-I was going to get a drink from the bar” you spoke shyly. Then he pinned you to the wall and you felt the blood rush to your face, your heart beating at an incredible pace.
“I don’t think so” He smiled.
He grabbed your arm and practically dragged you upstairs into a hallway. As he pulled you around, you heard erotic sounds of pleasure as you stared at the ‘Do Not Disturb’ signs hanging on the doors.

Jungkook slammed open a door, everything in it was red, the walls, the table, the bed. But you didn’t have enough time to look around before you were pulled into an intense kiss by the man of your dreams. “I told you I had something to show you” he broke apart to say for a mere second before going back in, your tongues entangling with each other, “and you thought you could get away from me?”
You didn’t answer and he smacked your ass, “Answer me Y/N.” He demanded.
“N-No- I- Why are you doing this?” You questioned, wondering why a person like him would do something like this to a person like you. You watched as his eyes turned a shade darker as he slowly pulled off your dress, “Baby girl, when I saw you walk into the club, your face was the only one I remembered. Fuck, you were so beautiful that I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I had a dance on the main stage before going to your private room and it was my best performance. Do you want to know why? He asked as he trailed hot kisses down your neck. You nodded almost too eagerly as a small moan slipped from you, already knowing the answer. “Because I thought of you”.

You took this chance to feel Jungkook’s abs, tracing them as you heard his breath hitch in his throat. Your hands rested on his belt as you continued to kiss him. He lifted you up and pushed you onto the bed, his lips not leaving yours.
“Then when I went to your room and saw your face, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Trust me, I don’t feel these things, but you…” He pulled off his belt buckle and tore off your bra, discarding them onto the floor, “You did something to me. I’ve never felt so horny, and I work at a strip club

You don’t know if it was what he said, or the sound of his voice, but either way, it had you pooling. You pulled off his pants and Jungkook smirked, “Eager now, are we? I love it” He devoured you as he groped your chest, sucking and licking them, making sure each bud got the same attention. But as much as you loved it, you needed him elsewhere right now.
“J-Jungkook! Please” you begged.
“You look so fucking good under me, did you know that?” He grinded against you, allowing you to feel his rock hard, clothed member against your core, causing you to whimper in delight. “Jungkook, more” you moaned out.
“Fuck” he groaned as he took off his last article of clothing alongside with yours. He reached over you, opening the drawer to grab a condom, rolling it onto his length. “God, you’re dripping wet. And all for me?” He lapped up your juices with his mouth, your back arching for more, “You’re so sweet, baby” he smirked, making sure to stare directly at your eyes.

He aligned his dick to your entrance, teasing you as he circled it, your wetness dripping onto his length. You whimpered and impatiently moved your hips, wriggling around to get some sort of pleasure and release.

Apart from the tough look he gave you, he was gentle as he entered you, making sure he didn’t hurt you. You moaned at how big and thick he was, stretching out your walls. “Y-You can move” you spoke as you clenched your walls around him, testing your waters.
“Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m going to come” he slowly started thrusting in and out of you, making sure you weren’t hurt at any point. You cried out as he went faster, the pleasure crashing through you wave by wave.

Jungkook leaned back down to kiss you and you could hear his breathy moans in your ear along with short profanities being spilled from his lips.  "Fuck I’m close" he said. The only sounds that filled the room were the echoes of the people through the walls from all around, and the slapping of skin and wetness combined. You chanted out a series of 'Yes’ as you clenched around him, soon reaching your peak.
“I’m coming!” You cried out, giving Jungkook the energy boost to go even faster than before, making sure to bring you over the edge with his dancer hips. “Come all over my cock baby”.

That’s all you needed to hear as your head fell back and you closed your eyes, seeing nothing but white. Your breathing was erratic as you tried to catch your breath. Jungkook came into the condom and disposed of it before collapsing beside you, sighing in relief.
“Do you do that with every woman you seem to 'Lay eyes on’?” You teased as he pulled you into his chest, holding you close.
“No. I swear I don’t. I mean, I understand if you don’t believe me because I do work in a strip club after all, but you’re the only one since I started here, I promise.” He said.
“Why are you telling me all this?” Then you gasped in realization, “Do you-”
“I do. You want to know why? Because I know how fucking hard it will be to get you out of my mind. I don’t forget people like you. And people like you don’t come by very often here anyways.” He kissed your lips, “I don’t want you to leave here without me claiming some sort of title over you” he said.
“Well…” You circled your finger on his chest, “I guess things can be arranged” you smiled.
You laughed when he fist pumped the air as if he won a marathon. This Jungkook was a lot different from the one you saw a few hours ago, who had perfect hair in his perfect costume, acting all high and mighty. This side of him was cute. And if dating him meant you were going to be able to see all his sides, it was going to be worth it.

“Don’t you have people to please?” You giggled.
“Nah. My shift ended right after your bachelorette party” Then you remembered and you practically jumped up, “Shit shit shit!” You said as you grabbed your clothes off the floor, practically tripping while changing as quickly as you could, fixing your hair in the mirror. Jungkook just calmly sat up on the bed.
You were about to leave but then you remembered the man you still left in the room. You walked back into the room and he was just sitting there, a huge smile on his face, “I think you forgot something” he said as he held out his arms. You just smiled and ran up to him, giving him a hug. He kissed you before giving you his number on a piece of paper.
“Call me when you’re done with the girls, because I’m not done with you yet” he smirked.

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This page was another project from Map Art Lab: 52 Exciting Art Explorations in Mapmaking, Imagination, and Travel by Jill K. Berry & Linden McNeilly, meant to look, in an abstract way, like the view from a plane window over the Great Plains, with all the irrigation circles below.

I started by dripping ink and getting it to run down a piece of watercolor paper. When that dried, I stencilled in a couple of circles with a black watercolor pencil, spritzed the page with water, and filled everything in with pan watercolors. Then I spritzed the page with water and sprinkled a thick layer of salt on it. After the paper was thoroughly dry, I rubbed off the salt and mounted it in my art journal with double-sided tape.


Slippery pink twitches in pearlescence
A tongue slithering salty hors d'oeuvre
Chablis smiles over a bistro table
Faces speak rosy cheeked innuendos

What reputation precedes the oyster?

Bedroom eyes glance at
The steaming main

Memories of a crowded restaurant

Italian ice cream, bought on the way home
Melting sweetness savored sticky fingered
Mouth circling the vanilla dripping cone

- M.A. Tempels © 2016

“I don’t trust you,” Sam breathes. With his fingers resting on dead skin and ancient blood, his head bowed. A circle of wax-dripping candles surrounding his knees as he kneels before a sigil painted with his own blood, carved from his palm. “And I never will. But I need your help.”

Soft susurrus of whispering, half English, half Latin. A sharp frozen tug in the center of Sam’s chest, sensation he hasn’t experienced in half a decade, and he has to close his eyes against the onslaught of his own emotions. Strains to hear the voice just below the surface, hovering in his head, more familiar to him than anything else. The only thing that has ever made him feel complete. 

“You’re the only one I know who might be able to take the Mark off Dean,” Sam says, his hands trembling as he lets the pages of the book fall into the center of the circle. “The only one. I have to do this.” I want to do this, he thinks, knows it’s true, and he hates himself even more for it. 

A low light starts gleaming out from between the lines of blood strewn across the floor. Sam holds his hands out, ready to intercept. The whispering grows louder in his ears, the sharp cold feeling in his chest expanding, and Sam says, “Yes,” and opens his mouth, and lets Lucifer in.