Molly Weasley watched her third oldest son turning his back to their family but never gave up on him.
Molly Weasley saw her husband at his weakest moment as he laid wounded in St. Mungo’s hospital. She never understood what muggles thought when they started praying to their god(s): But that night as she sat at her husband’s hospital bed she couldn’t help but fold her hands, close her eyes and just hope that there was indeed a greater deity that could bring her husband back to her family.
Molly Weasley put a bandage around her fifth son’s head when he was bleeding onto her sofa, his ear ripped away. She did not let her heart and actions be ruled by panic and fear. She would not risk her son’s life like that.
Molly Weasley saw her son that wasn’t her son dead in Hagrid’s arms and did not show how she broke inside. Instead, she gripped her wand a little tighter, bit her lip a little stronger and started to fight a lot grimmer.
Molly Weasley cried over her fourth son’s cold body, his last laugh still etched into his face. She witnessed her fifth son crumbling right then and there. She saw her family grieving and crying. She went through hell but reminded herself to keep going.
Molly Weasly got up and stared straight into the eyes of Narcissa Malfoy.
Proud woman, blonde hair, pale skin.
Split lips, bloody cloak, sad eyes.
They did not exchange one word.
But one glance was enough.
Narcissa’s eyes darted to Fred, to Harry, then back to Molly. Her lean finger’s tightened indiscernibly around her son’s bony shoulder.
The war had taken enough lifes. Enough children.
And as one mother to another, Molly Weasley nodded back.
WARNINGS: graphicsmut, very angsty, vulgar words, riding, overstimulation, kitten kink, friends with benefits
genre: smut / angst
Summary: He had a tough day at work, and needs you to help him blow off some steam. But maybe being friends with benefits was never a good idea.
There was something off.
You couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but you knew there was something wrong. By the way Yoongi called you at an odd hour of the day, his voice laced with anger. You did your best to talk to him, and calm him down. But he just wasn’t budging. And you weren’t sure what happened.
You bit your lip, anticipating for him to walk through the door.
He abruptly hung up on you, muttering a loud ‘I’m coming over, wait for me’. You weren’t sure what he meant, or what he was going to do. But you knew it was going to be exciting.
This was how Yoongi was.
Whenever he had a stressful day, he went to you and blew off some steam. You didn’t mind, in fact, you enjoyed it. It proved that he saw you as someone he trusted.
Yoongi didn’t just have sex with anyone. He chose his partners very carefully, and you knew that. So when he first kissed you, you found it quite a surprise. But, over time, you both turned into friends with benefits. You said you wouldn’t catch feelings, and neither would he.
But time changes, right?
You never imagined yourself with someone like Yoongi. Someone so self-collected on the outside, but dying on the inside. You knew how much he was hurting himself over the small things, how much he stressed himself out just to make others happy. But, over time, he really started to grow on you.
You saw the small things in him. The way he would scratch the back of his ear when he got nervous. The way he would would scrunch his nose when he did something embarrassing. The way his laugh was cut into pieces, and only sometimes let out a sound.
Just thinking about him made your heart hurt.
Yoongi never imagined being with someone like you either. Someone so kind-hearted, and honest. He always thought he would end up with someone cold, just like him. But, instead, he found you. Someone so warm on the inside, and someone so beautiful that he swore it hurt his own heart when he saw you.
You saw things in him that no one else could, and that’s why he chose you out of everyone else. You understood him, even during his worst times. You got where he came from, and respected him as, not only an idol but also, a human being in general. You understood his passion for music, and you supported him through everything. You were there when he fell apart, or when he was stressing over small, or big, things.
He envied you.
On how you could be so understanding of everyone around you, and still keep yourself sane.
But one thing he didn’t know was that you were actually driving yourself towards the edge. You were suffering in more ways than one. You had no one to support you the way you support everyone else. Sure, you had Yoongi. But he was never around. But you knew how much music meant to him, so you painted a smile on your face. You couldn’t take away the one thing keeping him sane for your own selfish reasons.
You sat on your bed, letting out a sigh as the thought of Yoongi barging through the door filled your mind. As you still remembered how he felt against your skin. As you still knew just the exact way he smelt when he held you.
You weren’t sure you could do it anymore.
You couldn’t be friends with benefits with a man you were in love with.
You heard the door swing open, and your eyes shot open as you sat up in your bed. His eyes were dark, and he looked absolutely angered. But, even then, you still saw the beauty in him. You still saw a man you knew you loved.
You swore to yourself that this was it.
This would be the last time you would ever be with him, or even see him for that matter.
He ushered towards you, kissing you roughly as your back hit the bed. His hands were roaming over your body, lifting up his loose shirt that you were wearing that you found in your closet. He loved it when you wore his t-shirts, he thought you looked absolutely wonderful in them.
Y/n freezes as she hears Harry’s voice ask her the question she’s been dreading to answer.
It’s been two weeks since she’s heard that voice. It may sound rougher now, more stern and harsh than it normally is as it growls behind her at the counter of Lexi’s bar, but it’s still the first time she’s heard it in two weeks.
After her sober confessions to a very tipsy, slumberous Harry, Y/n had to understand what it truly meant to move on.
At first, she thought she would still be able to be around him as she searched for ways to rid her feelings. She distracted herself, mostly. She would interact more with Savannah than she would Harry, and even started picking up new habits whenever she felt her emotions creeping in. Anything that reminded her of him was disregarded entirely so that the only time he was able to consume her thoughts was whenever he was near her.
For the first couple weeks, she was holding up quite well, considering the circumstances. She was able to contain her emotions and take her mind off of the raging heartache that kept burning in her chest.
But it wasn’t much long after that night when Savannah and Harry finally became official, and if Y/n wasn’t anguished before, she surely was then. She was forced to witness the transition of their relationship in hindsight. What was once casual flirting and innocent touches turned into secretive giggles and loving hand gestures.
It was as if her heart broke all over again. What seemed to be almost completely mended was destructed all at once. The chase between Harry and Savannah was over, and reality set in that Harry was happy and in love with someone that wasn’t Y/n.
Watching them together was Y/n’s most devastating nightmare, and the thought of that alone meant she couldn’t mentally handle being alone anymore. With all of the emotions built up inside of her, being alone for Y/n meant enduring the pain and suffering she didn’t want to feel anymore. She just wanted it all to end, everything.
The earliest hours of the morning wrecked her the most. With only the moon illuminating the room and the radio silence throughout her house gave Y/n no choice but to be alone with her thoughts. She wasn’t loved, and no matter how many nights she’s tried to convince herself that this wasn’t the end, it was.
She had to let Harry go, completely this time. She gave up on him entirely because she couldn’t keep loving him when he didn’t love her. Not anymore, not like that.
She keeps her back to him as he heaves heavy breaths, eyes sending daggers and teeth clenched from his crippling frustration.
“It’s Thursday, I see,” Harry grumbles before giving her the chance to answer, jaw locked as his fingers grip harshly around a stray, unfinished glass of alcohol. “You never work Thursdays. ’S this where your Friday shifts went?”
There’s an unpleasantly rough tone in his voice that makes Y/n’s breath hitch in her throat. She’s never witnessed this side of him, filled with anger and exasperation. He’s always been so soft and gentle, never having the heart to speak down to someone. But here he is, eyes dark with anger and words spewing venomously from his lips.
And as much she hates to admit it, she can’t blame him for being so angry with her. She knows she means the most to him—even if it’s not in a romantic sense—she’s become such an important part of his life. Ever since they met, she took in the truth about his past, understood the feelings and thoughts he’s carried all through his years, and was able to provide him with anything she was able to when he needed her most. She was one of the very few people he trusted and felt most comfortable with in his life. She was irreplaceable, he’d always tell her, nobody could compare to her. She meant everything.
And then, she left him. She distanced herself so far away from him until it was as if she was never apart of his life. She ignored him and all his attempts to reach out to her again. It hurt her tremendously, knowing that what they had together was completely and utterly helpless, but she never questioned how Harry felt about it. She did what was easiest for her and never thought about it twice. She left him so that he can be happy, but as he stands so tensely and confused before her, she can’t help but blame herself what’s happened between them.
She nods her head softly, still refusing to look up at him as she gathers all the used glasses in front of her, making herself seem distracted so she doesn’t have to make much effort into speaking to him.
“I—uh, yeah. Friday nights were getting hectic and I couldn’t keep up with the late hours. I thought Savannah told you.”
It’s a lie. A shitty, impulsive lie that Harry almost finds humorous. Of course, Y/n switched her Friday night shift. She felt as if she had no choice. She couldn’t bare to look at him with Savannah another goddamn second, and he thought of spending Friday nights with Harry without being alone with him and going to the 24-hour movie theater together was enough to make her sick to her stomach.
“She did,” he clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing as he watches her scramble around the bar, “didn’t have to, though. I knew she was lying.”
Y/n’s actions halt for a moment, a feeling of dread flowing in her veins before she goes back to cleaning off the bar, disregarded his statement completely.
Harry knows Y/n’s been avoiding him, she hasn’t exactly made it as subtle as she thought. Their entire friendship changed, and Harry knows he wasn’t the one ruining it.
The morning after Y/n drove Harry back from the bar, all he could really remember clearly was falling asleep with Y/n. There were other bits he remembered, but that was really the only moment that came to him when he woke up. And he was confused when he woke up alone because, in all honesty, he was looking forward to waking up next to her. It was all his drunk mind thought of, and that terrified him.
When Y/n started distancing herself from him, Harry kept wondering what he had done wrong. She was fine with Savannah, keeping up with their lives as usual. But she was different with Harry—closed off, in a way, and it made him feel something he’s never felt in his life before.
He was confused, to say the least. Because when he was kissing down the bare chest of the woman of his dreams, he couldn’t stop daydreaming about Y/n, and how he hasn’t heard her voice and how he hasn’t felt her in so long.
He had Savannah wrapped around his finger, yet he still felt as if everything about it was wrong. He changed when Y/n left him, because even when he was around the most loving company, he felt alone.
He was helpless. As much as he tried to love Savannah, Y/n was always in the back of his head. She was there, all the time, trapped in his mind with no escape route.
At first, he was confused—upset and lost without Y/n. He didn’t know life without her would feel so lonely, so empty and incomplete. It was strange, not knowing how to live his life without her. He’d never expected her disappearance to be such a hindrance to him, but it was. Oh, how it was.
Then, he was angry—angry because as many times as he tried to get her to speak to him again, she never came back. She was gone, forever.
Now, he’s hurt. So damaged by her leaving his side, so incomplete and destroyed without her with him anymore. His heart is heavy with sadness and he couldn’t let himself feel this way anymore.
He needs her, no matter how wrong and pathetic it sounds, he needs her.
“So you gonna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me, or am I gonna have to force it out of you?” he seethes, nose flaring as he tries to steady his uneven breath.
Y/n shakes her head ignorantly, a flash on innocence in her eyes as she does so. But she damn knows well what he’s talking about, and her oblivion drives him crazy.
“I don’t—I don’t know what you’re talking ab—“
“Oh, fuck off with it!” Harry spits, slamming his closed fist down on the wooden counter.
He doesn’t seem to care about how sudden the bar falls silent, or the glisten of fear in Y/n’s eyes when she finally looks up at him. All he can seem to care about is how much pain he feels, all over. All he can think about is how now, after the last two weeks of not being able to understand why he cares so goddamn much, he’s finally able to feel some sense of sanity being in front of her now.
“You know what you’re doing to me, Y/n! You know damn fucking well what you’re fucking doing and—“
“Harry, please.” Y/n whispers and she isn’t sure as to whether or not she’s begging him to lower his voice or begging for him to understand.
“And it’s not fair!” he cries out, tears of frustration overflowing from his eyes as he grips tightly onto his hair.
His breaking point is approaching, he feels it. He feels it with every breath he takes and every word that emits from his mouth. His heart twists and breaks as he expresses every feeling that’s been consuming him for the past two weeks. He needs her to know what she’s doing to him, needs her to know how he feels in this moment.
“I did nothing to you and you keep pushing me away and that’s not fair because I don’t know how to live without you. Isn’t that something?! I don’t know what to do without you, and you know that!”
Suddenly, his head falls in his hands as he begins to sob. Complete heart-wrenching sobs, making his chest tight and breathing shallow.
Y/n reaches her hand out for him, her fingers clasping harshly around his wrist. Her own eyes start to brim with tears as she watches him sob below her, his body shaking with undying cries. She swallows harshly when he grabs ahold of her hand, bringing her palm against his forehead. His lips reach to kiss her wrist softly, quickly refraining from keeping them there longer.
To touch her, for the first time, is every answer he needs. She’s the only one to make him feel this way—she’s the only one to drive him to the brink of insanity and resurface him back to clarity. She has power over him he never understood until now, after he’s lost her.
“I don’t know why it hurts this much, Y/n,” He cries, his eyes squeezing shut as he inhales sharply, “I’ve never been more confused in my life.”
She chokes on her cries as she nods her head softly, her free hand reaching up to rake her fingers through his hair. Her lips shake from their craving to touch him, watching as he weakens beneath her.
She’s missed him, in the most desperate of ways. She’s missed every part of him, and every atom in her body yearned to feel him again. Whether it was to feel the warmth of him from a distance or to feel his skin ignite her, she wanted every part of him against her. If she wasn’t with him, she was missing him, and craving him with every breath she took.
Her lips press tentatively to his forehead, her breath fanning through his hair as she does so. The action is quick, leaving just as quickly as it comes, but it carries sentimental meaning for the both of them.
Harry frowns, his heart thumping in his chest. He looks up into her eyes, filled with concern and sanity as she maps his features.
“It’s been ever since me and Savannah got together.” He mumbles, eyes watching her face as it pales slightly at his words. “You haven’t spoken to me since.”
Her eyes flutter shut as he speaks, finding it completely pointless to try and make him believe otherwise. He deserves to know, one way or another, and even if it’s now, she feels like she’s already lost him. There isn’t much she’d be losing now, anyways. He was never hers.
“Please leave, Harry.” She whispers.
She backs away from him, her touch leaving him was like a gunshot to his chest. It’s a feeling he’s felt all too much that he can’t bare to feel again.
His heart breaks as he watches her begin to cry, her usual glistening eyes now filled with tears of sorrow. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he tentatively takes a step closer to her.
He’s desperate, and he doesn’t care how weak he seems. He’s desperate to see where he’s missed it all along, to know how long he’s been making her feel this way. He’ll never forgive himself for all the pain he’s caused her, for all her nights alone when all she wanted was to be with him.
He could have done so much to change this. If he had just listened to his heart from the beginning, this would all be different now. If he hadn’t been so blind, they would both be happy right now.
“Don’t.” she whispers, her voice cracking as she speaks, “Please, don’t.“
She isn’t exactly sure what she’s saying—isn’t quite sure what she’s begging him not to do. Maybe it’s the nickname he’s always called her that makes her stomach twist a bit more, or how he’s trying to make her feel better that makes her eyes sting with a fresh new wave of tears, or how he looks at her now the way he never did before that makes her throat tighten around a sob. Whatever it is that makes her beg, she can’t handle it anymore.
“I’m trying, Y/n,” He whispers, “please.”
“Please just—“ her eyes flutter shut as she speaks, “just leave me alone.”
Harry lets out an unsteady breath, his green eyes brimmed with red as he watches her begin to sob.
He nods, because he can’t let himself keep doing this to her. If he keeps trying with her in her current state of mind, she won’t be able to think properly. She’ll be a wreck, more so than she is now, and he can’t find it in his heart to do that. Even if it means fighting for her.
“It’s not worth it, you know.” He whispers, his eyes staring lovingly into hers, “Being with her, it’s not worth it if it means losing you.”
Finally updated!Shoutout to @rieriebee for making the lovely banners!
This is episode list shows what episodes Gray & Juvia are in together or have moments in. I made this for all the Gruvia lovers out there like me, that would like to go back and re-watch certain moments between Gray & Juvia to see their overall development. I fixed the errors I found but may have forgot a few little things here and there but overall this is 99% of it. So please no hating, this took me a while (too long actually….) Enjoy ◕‿◕!
Gray and Juvia Episode List:
Episode 25: Gray & Juvia meet. They battle then later on Gray saves Juvia.
Episode 33: Gray & Juvia at the Casino, Juvia protects Gray from an attack.
Episode 48: Juvia & Gray on a float together during the festival. They put on a show together with their water and ice magic.
Episode 50: Juvia buys a love potion to use on Gray, it doesn’t work. He ends up going insane and trying to compete with everyone.
Episode 71: Juvia defends Gray while everyone is bashing him of his actions against FairyTail.
Episode 72: Gray & Juvia do their 1st Unison raid together.
Episode 75: Gray & Juvia participate in the FairyTail race. Juvia waits by a stream for Gray but accidentally turns into water and flows down the stream.
Episode 77: Gray shows Juvia how to eat a caramelized frank. (Fav)
Episode 78: Juvia & Gray in Edolas form.
Episode 97: Gray & Juvia participate with others for a S class mission.
Episode 110: Juvia VS Meredy. Meredy sensory links Gray & Juvia together from their strong feelings towards one another.
Episode 115: Gray protects Juvia from Ultear’s attack.
Episode 116: Gray tells Juvia to go after Meredy and Zeref.
Episode 122: Gray carries Juvia on his back, protecting her from Acnologia.
Episode 124: Lyon falls in love with Juvia. Gray says this is going to get complicated.
Episode 129: Juvia follows Gray and Erza while on a mission to make sure nothing happens between them.
Episode 133: Juvia, Gray and Lyon get paired to go on a mission.
Episode 134: Juvia, Gray and Lyon looking for the missing piece of the clock. Lyon flirts with Juvia a lot and she gets creeped out while Gray gets mad.
Episode 141: Juvia cheers for Gray, while him and Natsu argue.
Episode 151: Juvia pushes away Sugarboy for trying to get close to Gray.
Episode 153: Juvia and Gray go with other members to train for the Magic Games on an Island. They all end up going to Celestial World.
Episode 154: Still on the Island, Juvia tries to steal Gray away from the others for alone time. Meredy notices Juvia hasn’t made any romantic progress. Juvia, Gray and the others unlock their second Origin.
Episode 155: Juvia asks Gray out to dinner, and he agrees but, Lyon intrudes in and take Juvia away. Lyon then makes a deal with Gray, whoever that wins the Magic Games gets to have Juvia in their Guild.
Episode 157: Juvia is in FairyTail B team and Gray is in FairyTail A team.
Episode 158: Juvia and Gray participate in the same game, Juvia tells Gray she has no intention of loosing to him and he tells her to hit him with everything she’s got. Juvia ends up falling in love with all the Gray statues around her. Juvia attacks Lyon when he gets close to Gray. Lyon and Gray see Juvia’s panties.
Episode 161: Juvia had an imagination of Gray and Lucy together. Gray tells Juvia its not true.
Episode 165: Lyon and Juvia talk to Gray about who wants who. Erza talks to Gray about Juvia’s feeling towards him.
Episode 171: Juvia goes into the “Naval Battle” at the magic games. Erza tells Gray that Juvia is worried how he sees her. Juvia uses a move called “Wings of Love” the move was a declaration of her love to Gray. Gray Blushes and yells knock if off.
Episode 176: Juvia cheers on Gray while he argues with Natsu.
Episode 177: Juvia replaces Natsu’s spot on FairyTail’s A team. Gray doesn’t mind, and Lyon blushes and is surprised.
Episode 188: Gray & Juvia fight together against Lyon and Chelia.
Episode 189: Gray & Juvia do a unison raid together to defeat Lyon and Chelia. When finished Juvia tells Gray she’s gong to hold his hand forever. Juvia helps carry Gray because he is weak. (fav)
Episode 193: Juvia & Gray do a unison raid together on a fire dragon. Juvia gets Gray all flustered.
Episode 196: Gray touches Juvia’s butt on accident. Gray pushes Juvia out of the way of a dragon and sacrifices his life for hers. (fav)
Episode 197: Juvia cries over Gray’s body. Gray comes back to life, saves Juvia again.
Episode 199: Juvia & Gray at the grand banquet. Juvia shows Gray her new self and he rejects her. She doesn’t stop trying and he calls her crazy.
Episode 201: Juvia can tell Gray is upset. She tells him to smile.
Episode 202: Juvia & Gray are out together in town when they meet up with Frosch.
Episode 203: Juvia & Gray brought back a billiard table to the guild from a mission they went on together.
Episode 205: Gray & Juvia go on a mission in their swimsuits to cool down a town from heat waves.
Episode 208: Juvia blushes and calls Gray courageous for striping.
Episode 214: Juvia is upset because she felt like she missed something important in Gray’s life.
Episode 217: Juvia & Gray with the others, are working to defeat the celestial beast. Juvia gets turned into a consolation, Gray screams her name.
Episode 218: Juvia & Gray are reunited. Juvia hugs Gray’s arm and he smiles.
Episode 220: Juvia & Gray 413 days. (FAV)
Episode 223: Gray and Lyon argue about when is Gray getting married to Juvia.
Episode 226: Juvia tries to find Gray when the Ichihya disease hit the town. She finds him and hugs him, but Gray hugs her back and was already affected by the disease.
Episode 234: Juvia made Gray “Gray buns” and “Juvia buns”. Gray decides to eat a bun and blushes before eating it.
Episode 237: Gray & Juvia riding on a wild cat to the council member’s house. Juvia and Gray in the broken town together.
Episode 239: Gray & Juvia on their way back to the guild. Juvia tells Gray she upset. Gray holds Juvia’s hand and says “Im here with you”. Gray promises Juvia that they will win like always.
Episode 241: Juvia & Gray with the others fight off enemies at Tartaros Guild. Juvia attacks an enemy behind Gray’s back and says she won’t let anyone embrace Gray’s back.
Episode 242: Juvia & Gray with the other jump into Tartarus’s Guild and fight together for a battle.
Episode 249: Gray blocks Silver’s attack on Juvia.
Episode 250: Juvia is concerned when Silver takes away Gray.
Episode 251: Keyes talks to Juvia about Gray’s past.
Episode 252: Gray fights Silver while Juvia fights Keyes. Juvia talks to Keyes about Gray. Gray has a flashback of Juvia before he cast Ice Shell.
Episode 253: Silver talks to Juvia and tells her to “take care of Gray”.
Episode 254: Juvia defeats Keyes and cries that she wants to see Gray.
Episode 265: Juvia follows Grays to his parents grave. She tells him she killed his father and has no right loving him anymore. Gray thanks her and falls into her chest crying. They embrace.
Please Enjoy this list! Like and reblog too but please DO NOT REPOST. I will update again when the anime starts up again. ◕‿◕
You turned around to give Jimin a
hug, but instead was met with emptiness, the warmth of his spot was all that
lingered, signs that he had just gotten up. Groggily, you got up to survey the
house, wanting nothing but to hug your boyfriend, who’d just gotten back late
that night from a long tour, and found him making some coffee in the kitchen.
To your unknowing luck, he only had on
a pair of black and red plaid pajama pants that hung just right around his
waist. The hug you had wanted earlier turned into something more as his strong, chiseled back muscles that flexed with every small
movement, so you walked up behind him, running your hands up his warm back and around his waist.
A/N: I’m blown away by your enthusiasm! Thank you guys, I hope it won’t disappoint. This is loosely based on Hercules, also used a few quotes. The glowing heart thing is from Once Upon A Time.
Rotten Judgement - Masterpage
You hurried along the busy streets of New York City, clutching
your bag to your chest. The soft red glow of the beating heart you stole seeped
through the small leather bag. Stealing hearts wasn’t something you were proud
of, but you didn’t have a choice. You had sold your soul to the devil and agreed
to serve him.
You hugged the bag closer as two people walked past you, afraid they might try to steal it. The heart beat steadily against your
belly, making you feel nervous. Someone in Brooklyn was unknowingly living without his heart.
Looking over your shoulder to make sure that no one was watching, you rounded
the corner and entered the alleyway.
Who would have guessed that the passage to the Underworld was
in the alley behind a bar? You opened the door hidden behind a trash dumpster
and took a step forward, leaving the city and its noises behind.
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Kidnapping. Major feels.
72 Hours Earlier
Bucky was a hundred percent sure that he had seen the girl in front of him before. Maybe it wasn’t from face to face encounters, but he had in fact seen you. It started with the mission briefing he was given two days ago.
Pierce sat in front of him with that sly, devilish smile of his that made Bucky’s skin crawl. He opened the manilla folder in his hands and began reading everything about his mission, especially his target.
“The man you saw on the bridge earlier is a menace and needs to be terminated as soon as possible. Do you understand, soldier?” Bucky nodded silently. His eyes were focused on the picture in front of him, memorizing any necessary details. It was crucial for him, as he was expected to complete his missions without any unnecessary casualties.
“You see this woman, James?” Pierce pulled out another picture and held it in his face. It wasn’t a formal photograph by any means, it looked as if someone had snapped the picture of you as you walked about, doing your day to day things. The older man’s eyes watched Bucky’s closely, studying his face for any signs of reactions.
Bucky’s brows furrowed as he took in all of your features, especially your skin tone. You were quite beautiful, no doubt. Hydra had attempted numerous times to purge out any sort of unnecessary ways of thinking, especially the sense of attraction. Fortunately, as much as he was tortured, they failed to do just that he guesses.
“After you get rid of him, I want you do something…a bit unorthodox. A bit different from what you’ve done in the past.”
His eyes flickered between the picture and the man. Every time he asked him to do something “unorthodox” it usually meant something along the sadistic lines. The only time he was asked to do this was when he tortured a target. He didn’t enjoy that one bit.
“I want you to find this girl, James,” he explained, peering down at him.
“And I want you to impregnate her. By any means necessary.”
You shifted awkwardly as he studied your face.
You felt like he was staring into your soul, into your very being and you felt so exposed. You were used to men staring at you sometimes, even if they were just giving you side glances, but the way this man was staring at you made you feel so hot in the face.
“I think you must be mistaken, s-sir,” you stuttered. They must’ve really brainwashed him for him to believe something like that. You felt a pang of guiltiness as you thought about it. The poor man must have been abused in so many horrible ways for him to be having the delusions.
“But I-I’m only twenty two years old. Maybe you knew someone who looked like m-”
His eye twitched at your words and he ran a hand over his face in frustration. You immediately shut your mouth at his actions. He let out a growl before looking back at you.
“I knew you,” he demanded. “I don’t know how, but I did. I saw you in my head after you cursed at me on the bridge.”
Your eyes widened once again. You didn’t say it out loud, but he was probably having hallucinations. It was the only reasonable answer, but something struck you that he wasn’t the reasonable type. Not by a long shot.
“Okay then…” you trailed off, looking around the room. You felt yourself shiver uncontrollably. It was freezing in the room, especially since the heat hadn’t been turned on yet and it was cold as ice outside by now. The sun had gone down all the way now and you were for sure that you were in the middle of nowhere.
That’s when the sudden realization kicked in and you found yourself slowly starting to panic. You were trapped in here with this man, far away from the protection of Steve and the police. You didn’t see your purse anywhere in the room, meaning your phone was gone, along with your medication.
You felt your chest begin to tighten, followed by the feeling of lightheadedness. Little black dots began to dance around your eyes, causing everything to blur. You mentally scolded yourself as you felt your breathing becoming uneven. You had struggled with anemia your entire life. Especially now, as an adult, you were having so many issues with battling it. Your doctor had prescribed you Iron pills which you were to take in cases like these, but of course, your pills were in your purse.
Which was probably sitting in a random person’s possession right now.
Bucky, noticing your state, leaned forward and placed the back of his hand onto your forehead. You weren’t running a fever, but you were reacting in a strange manner. He had no clue what was happening, he hoped you weren’t in any mortal trouble.
“Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes wide as he watched you sway from side to side. You slumped over, but immediately, he caught you in his arms. Your head lolled onto his shoulder.
He placed a hand onto your back, feeling along your clothed body until it was resting in a specific position. “Shit!” he muttered, before lying you on your back. He began untying your shoes, pulling the strings from the lace until they were loose enough for him to slide off of your feet. Once they were off, he reached froward and began unbuttoning your jeans.
“N-No!” you gasped, causing him to jump and shift his gaze over to your horrified expression. “Get away!” you cried, pushing his hands away from your body. You tried to wiggle your legs in hopes of kicking him back, but in one move, he held your legs still with his metal arm.
Bucky looked over at you, his face set in an extremely unhappy frown. “I’m not going to…” he trailed off, suddenly realizing why you were panicking. It wasn’t usual for him to feel guilt, but he felt it at that moment and it frightened him to no end. Who was this mysterious girl that caused him to react this way?
“You’re anemic,” he explained, although he was positive you already knew. “You need to get as much air as possible, along with any source of iron. You’re having an attack right now, which can last no more than thirty minutes without medical attention.”
You were beyond shocked at his words. How did he know all these things? Anemia was a bit hard to spot unless you were a doctor. That meant, among the many things they taught him, they wired some medical training as well.
You felt your chest tightening, sending you into a further panic. You hated feeling this way, the last attack you had was in fourth grade and it was borderline traumatizing.
Bucky reached forward again, slower this time, and began unbuttoning your jeans slowly. You whimpered as he slowly tugged the material down your thighs, before discarding them to the side. He then made his way to the flannel you were wearing and began unbuttoning each of the little buttons and sliding the material off your body, leaving you in a small under tank top.
He gently placed his hands on your side and rolled you over until you were lying on your side. You tried to inhale as much as possible, but without the medication, you knew you weren’t getting much rest tonight.
Another shiver crept through your body, goosebumps forming along your body as the fall temperatures filled the room. You felt Bucky place the bed comforter onto your body, before standing once again.
You had no idea what he was doing. You thought that maybe he was just going back to the table and occupy himself, but instead you felt the bed beside you dip from the weight of him. You felt your hands being pulled in front of you, causing you to open your eyes.
“What are you doing?” you tugged your arms, trying to free yourself from his iron grip. He wrapped his flesh hand around your wrists as he placed one of your shoelaces around them and tied them into a knot. You winced, staring up at him in shock.
“I’m making sure you don’t leave,” he said nonchalantly, his face void of all emotion. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
You let out an angry sigh and yanked your wrists away with as much force as you could muster. “Well, I’m finished with your bullshit!” you spat. His eyes widened at your sudden courage.
“I’ve been kidnapped, shot at, beaten and held captive against my will by you! The least you could do is treat me with some kind of decency! Why are you such a prick?” you couldn’t stop the string of insults that poured from your mouth no matter how hard you tried. You knew you messed up as soon as you saw his eye twitch.
For some reason, he didn’t move. Or speak.
He only stared at you, his eyes wide.
“Why are you such a prick?”
You picked up the nearest object closest to you and launched it at your boyfriend’s head. The small container of blush landed right in his face, shattering all over his suit. You turned around in search of something else to throw, but you felt yourself being spun around forcefully.
“Y/N, I swear on my life, I wasn’t flirting with that girl!” Bucky exclaimed. He tried to touch your cheek, but you moved away quickly.
“Really?” you spat, your eyes narrowed. “Then why was she all over you? Why didn’t you stop her?”
You and he had just come back from your first date, which consisted of the two of you driving out of town to another city and going to a drive-in. You knew there would be some friction because of your skin color, but when you pulled into the driveway, people started staring shamelessly. No matter how much you begged Bucky, he refused to leave.
And to make matters worse, when he left the car to get snacks, he was immediately stopped by some brunette who was shamelessly hanging on his arm. Instead of turning her down, you watched as he laughed at all her little jokes and even gave her a hug.
You were pissed.
“Is that what this is about?” he asked, his tone becoming significantly softer. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him. He hated when you shut him out, especially since you two were together now.
Bucky let out a small laugh, walking towards you with a dorky grin. You scoffed, eyeing him out the corner of your eye. Was he serious? Did he really think that little of your relationship?
“What is so funny?” you asked, glaring at him.
Bucky bit back the grin that threatened to form on his face as he placed both of his hands on your shoulders. He bent down so that he was eye level with you and looked deep into your eyes.
“Sugar,” he chuckled. “That girl was my sister, Rebecca.”
Immediately, you felt so embarrassed. You covered your face with your hands and let out a groan. You tended to overreact at times, your mother always told you it would be the death of you. She was right.
Bucky let out another laugh at your flushed face and pulled you into a hug. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you close.
“I’m so sorry!” You mumbled into his chest.
“Don’t be, doll,” he replied, pulling away from you. He peered down at your smaller self and smiled down at you. He pried your hands away from your face, revealing you.
“If it makes you feel any better,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.
“Rebecca really, really wants to meet you.”
“Are you alright?” you asked, waving your hand in front of Bucky’s face.
He inhaled sharply, blinking away the memory that burned into his brain. He was right, he knew you. Just like he knew Steve. But the real question was, how on earth did you get here?
Were you frozen as well? That was highly unlikely, as he would’ve known about it at one point. It was highly illogical, but maybe -just maybe- you were immortal. But that didn’t explain your memory loss. How were you not remembering as well.
“Bucky?” you found yourself saying. His eyes snapped back to you at the sound of his name leaving your lips for the first time. You looked the same, from the frown on your face, to the length of your hair. How was this possible?
“You’re really starting to worry me-”
“Jane,” Bucky spoke, his voice full of emotion. You cocked your head to the side.
“Your name was Jane and you loved to wear red lipstick.”
Alexander Pierce knew many things in this world.
He knew that President Kennedy would’ve shaped the century if he had lived, he would’ve created a revolution for mutants. He knew that aliens did exist, also that there was life among other galaxies. He knew every dirty little secret the United States had swept under the rug, far away from the public’s knowledge.
But one thing he didn’t know, was how on earth Y/N Y/L/N was not only alive, but the same exact age as 1942. To his knowledge, you weren’t put in a cryo chamber, or even accidentally frozen with Rogers. You died of lung cancer, for fuck’s sake. How the hell did you manage to leapfrog through time as well as Rogers and Barnes?
Looking back on your medical history, you had nothing out of the ordinary. You were anemic, allergic to strawberries, and suffered from mild headaches sometimes, but that was it. Hell, you hadn’t been to the doctor in a few years, that’s how good your health was. So what gives?
That’s when he started flipping through your family history. Your family wasn’t anything special, archives went all the way to the late 1800′s before they stopped. Pierce rubbed his temples as he stared down at the many papers scattered before him.
The mission he gave Barnes was simple, but now that he went rogue and completely went MIA, he wasn’t so sure if his decisions were adequate. If he succeeded, you would be with child in no time.
In the past Hydra had failed to create another Winter Soldier with lab work. The serum only worked in every one in a million chance, which was far too risky for him. Instead, he figured, maybe Hydra wouldn’t have to create another soldier. Barnes could.
Not just any woman could be chosen. It had to be you. It was odd that you had popped up just in time, but your DNA was somewhat abnormal than others. Pierce was absolutely sure of it, but you had no idea as of now.
Archie Andrews x reader fluffy first time smut based on 9. “I am not losing you again.” and 24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” 💗💗
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this”
Warnings: NSFW, first time fluff smut.
Word count: 3,102 words sorry I got carried away
Authors note: Tysm for the request, I couldn’t really think of a way to write a plot for this so it pretty much jumps right in, I also couldn’t fit the first quote into the scenes, sorry! I hope you enjoy this sorry if it isn’t the best with the smut it isn’t something that I have every wrote before and I don’t have much experience so if there is anything happening that is incorrect please tell me so I can avoid it in further imagines! If you enjoy this and would like to be tagged in future posts then please just ask below or message me! :) Also please send more requests! Isabelle
You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed it, you knew that he needed it so you decided to take matters into his own hands as he didn’t want to scare you into thinking that it was all he cared about in your relationship.
Archie had been patient. He hadn’t pressured you or tried to guilt you into having sex with him. If you were completely naive, you’d assume he had no problem with not having sex (though his showers had gotten longer lately and you weren’t stupid). Overall, he was very understanding that you were still a virgin and you weren’t ready.
But now you were ready.
“Are you sure?” Archie asked you for the billionth time as he hovered over you.
You rolled your eyes. It was cute the first few times, knowing that he wanted to make sure that you were ready and weren’t feeling pressured. But now you were just getting kind of sick of it. “Archie?” you whispered. He raised his eyebrows and you took that as your chance to flip the two of you over, you straddling his hips. “You’re the only person I trust enough to do this, I’m ready.”
He chuckled as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, sliding your hands down his bare torso. You pulled away from his mouth and focused on unbuttoning his jeans. But you were nervous and your fingers were shaky and you were struggling. “Baby,” he cooed, his hands finding your cheeks and making you look at him. “It’s just me, okay? I’m the same idiot you’ve been dating for eight months now, there’s no need to be nervous.”
You took a deep breath, nodding. He gave you a gentle smile before dropping his hands and letting you get back to work. Finally, you were able to unbutton his jeans and pull them down when he lifted his hips. You threw them to the side and then pulled your own shirt over your head, fighting the urge to cover yourself. It wasn’t like he’d never seen you in your bra before but this was different.
Before you could do anything else, Archie had flipped the two of you again. He settled between your legs, one arm holding him up and the other hand resting beneath your jawline. “You’re beautiful,” he told you, staring into your eyes. You blushed, biting your lip as his hand traveled down. Slowly; along your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach.
It gave you goosebumps but you couldn’t ignore the shakiness of his hands. You forced out a laugh. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you were nervous too,” you said.
He rested his hand on your hip, his thumb running along the bone. “I’m not,” he defended but he couldn’t meet your eyes. “It’s just- it’s your first time. And you’ve decided you want it to be with me and I-” He sighed, his forehead falling to your shoulder as he exhaled deeply. “What if I hurt you? What if I make this horrible for you and I just ruin everything?”
You ran your finger through his hair, tugging lightly so he’d lift his head. “You’re not going to ruin anything, okay?” you assured. “I trust you and I know you’re not going to hurt me.”
He stared at you for a few seconds before chuckling nervously. “This is backwards, isn’t it? You shouldn’t be consoling me,” he commented.
“Archie? Just shut up and kiss me.”
He obliged, pressing his lips to yours with force. His fingers worked your shorts, unbuttoning them and then struggling with the zipper. You heard a popping noise, causing him to pull away. “Oops,” he said bashfully, his cheeks turning pink as he held your broken zipper between his fingers.
You giggled, telling him it’s okay and urging him to pull your shorts off, along with your underwear. “Tell me if something hurts or even if you just don’t like it, okay? I want this to be good for you,” he told you seriously, gazing into your eyes as his fingers lightly brushed your folds.
You nodded and he lowered his head to your neck, pressing kisses along your skin as his middle finger met your clit, slowly beginning to draw circles. “Oh,” you sighed, your lower region tingling.
He raised his head, looking at you with boyish pride as he bit his lip. “Is that okay?” he asked, adding a bit more pressure.
“It’s way more than okay,” you admitted.
He grinned. “Good,” he said. He continued for a few more seconds before lowering his fingers to your entrance, dipping his finger in and you swore you heard a noise from the bad of his throat. “I’m gonna add a finger now, okay?”
You nodded, bracing yourself for the pain but once he did it, you didn’t feel any pain. It was a foreign feeling - and didn’t feel nearly as good as what he was doing before - but it didn’t hurt. “That doesn’t real- oh!” you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling his finger hit a spot that caused a bolt of pleasure to shoot through you.
The amount of pride on Archie’s face was unbelievable. “Right there?” he asked, hitting that spot again and causing you to clench your legs on his waist. “Relax, Y/N,” he instructed but there was a bit of amusement in his voice. “I’m gonna add another finger. Let me know if it hurts.”
He pulled out and you missed the feeling, before he pushed back into you with both fingers, immediately hitting that spot again and making you grip the bed sheets as you moaned. “Holy shit,” you mumbled, your eyes falling shut.
“I want you to come before we actually do this, hopefully it’ll make it easier for you,” he said, his fingers slowing down. “And to make that happen, I’m gonna try something, alright?”
You nodded, curious. But when he began lowering himself down your body, you panicked. “Um, wait!” you said, grabbing his hair to stop him. You must’ve pulled a little too hard because you heard him yelp. You let go, your cheeks heating up. “Sorry,” you apologized.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I- um, I’ve never had, uh, that done to me and just- you don’t really have to do that, you know?”
Archie bit the inside of his cheek, trying to fight the smile. You were just so damn innocent. “I don’t have to, I want to. Like I said, I want to make you feel as good as possible,” he explained. “But if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”
“I’m just really nervous,” you said, letting out a big breath.
“I know,” he said, squeezing your hip reassuringly. “I’m a lot more nervous than I thought I’d be, too. But I’d really like to take care of you.”
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. “Okay,” you said.
He grinned, pressing a kiss next to your belly button before he continued to his destination. He slowly pushed two fingers back into you, staring up at you to gauge your reaction. He curled his fingers and heard a little gasp come from your lips, making him grin. Not taking his eyes off of you, he lowered his mouth to your clit, gently sucking.
“Archie!” you gasped, your hands finding his hair as you clenched your thighs. Pleased by your reaction, he sucked a little rougher, his tongue playing with your clit. His free hand gripped your thigh, holding it to the bed as he quickened his fingers. “Archie, I think I’m-” you cut yourself off with a moan.
He knew you were close. “Shh, I know,” he cooed. Curling his fingers one last time, he felt you tighten around his fingers before you cried out, your body convulsing around his fingers. He kept with the pace but watched you in amazement. Seeing you come was the most beautiful thing he’d even seen, hands down. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he asked once you’d come down, wiping his fingers on his boxers instead of with his mouth like he wanted to. He didn’t want to freak you out.
“That was great, thank you,” you told him, your eyes falling shut.
He giggled, kissing your forehead as he watched you relax in pure bliss. “We can stop here, you know,” he reminded you.
“I don’t think that’s what you really want,” you pointed out, glancing at his boner, dying to get out of his boxers.
His cheeks turned pink. “I want whatever you want,” he answered.
“Smooth, Arch,” you commented. You fingered the hem of his boxers, slipping your hand inside and grabbing his cock, pumping slowly the way you read about. “I want this.”
He exhaled through his nose, burying his face in your neck. He loved how soft your hand was and how firm you held him - it felt amazing but he could sense that you were still nervous, unsure about what you were doing. “That feels really good,” he whispered, leaving a slow kiss on your neck.
“You’re not just lying to me so I’ll feel better, are you?” you asked nervously, a small bit of happiness forming in your stomach.
He let out a breathy laugh. “Baby, you’re gripping the proof,” he said. “Really good is actually an understatement.”
“Oh,” you replied, swearing that your face was going to turn permanently red.
He let it continue for a little bit longer before he let out a whimper, his hand finding yours over his boxers and stopping you. “You have to stop that,” he instructed.
“Why?” you asked, eyes wide in fear that you did something wrong. He raised an eyebrow and it took you a few moments to realize the reason. “Oh.”
“Yeah,”He replied with a small chuckle. Now that he was ready to burst any second, they only had two ways to go with this. No more stalling. Archie felt his heart bang in his chest, butterflies filling his stomach. “It’s your call now.”
You stared into his Hazel eyes, darker than usual. His ginger hair was matted against his forehead, his lips pink and plump against his flushed, olive skin. He had nothing but love and adoration playing in his features and you knew. You knew you loved this boy and made no mistake deciding that you want him to be your first. “I want these off,” you said, pulling your hand out of his boxers and tugging at the fabric. You kept your voice strong because, even though you were nervous, you knew he’d treat you right.
He swallowed, nodding and let you push them down his legs as far as you could, until he just kicked them off. He reached underneath his bed, grabbing the box he kept there and pulling out a condom. He opened it with his teeth, putting it on slowly. He licked his lips, using one hand to make sure you were still wet enough. Dipping his fingers into you, he found that you were. “God, you’re still so fucking wet,” he mumbled without thought. He heard you let out a little giggle and his eyes widened, realizing he’d said it out loud. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he apologized. He’d been doing his best to refrain himself so he didn’t freak you out and he’d been doing a great job until them.
“It’s okay,” you assured, finding yourself even more turned on by his vocalization.
“Are you ready?” he asked. He knew you physically were but that meant nothing if you weren’t mentally there. You nodded but that wasn’t enough. “I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say that you’re ready and you want this.”
“I want this more than anything, Archie” you told him, not even blinking an eye as you met his gaze.
He searched for any sign of doubt or anything that could be a danger sign. Half of him was hoping you’d back out; it was less pressure. He could continue taking half hour showers so he could jack off to thought of you and he’d have to worry about nothing. All he could think about was doing this and losing control and hurting you or doing something that made you regret it and break up with him and he couldn’t stand the thought of that.
But he found nothing but honesty. Honesty and love and that made even more butterflies fill his stomach. “Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. I’m gonna go slow but don’t let me hurt you. If you don’t-”
“I know, Arch. If I don’t like it, tell you and you’ll stop,” you recited. “You’re almost as nervous as I am.”
He scoffed, resisting the urge to tell you that he was pretty sure he was more nervous. He laced his fingers with yours holding your intertwined hands on the bed by your head while he free hand guided himself to you. He breathed in before pushing in slowly, feeling himself get even harder at the sight of him disappearing inside of you.
He moved his eyes to meet yours, waiting for any sign of pain but he only saw a thoughtful look as he was halfway inside of you. “Does it hurt?” he asked.
You pursed your lips and he fought the urge to kiss them. “No, it just feels… weird. Like I’ve never had a penis inside me before,” you blurted out without thinking.
Archie couldn’t hold in his laughter. He laughed loudly and comfortably, resting his forehead on yours once he calmed down. He brushed his thumb along your darkened cheeks. “You’re so fucking cute,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to yours. “I’m gonna go the rest of the way now, okay?”
Your eyes widened. “You’re not all the way in yet?” you asked, swearing that you felt full enough as it was.
The boy beamed, his ego growing by the second. “Remember, let me know if it hurts,” he reminded before slowly pushing in the rest of the way. You gasped, your hand squeezing his. He paused. “Does it hurt?”
“Not really,” you admitted. “A little but it just… like I said, it’s a new feeling.”
Now that he was all the way in, he decided to give her a few moments to adjust. “I’m really glad you let me be your first,” Archie admitted, trying to distract you from whatever non positive feeling you felt. “It scared me at first but I’m glad I’m the one that gets to take care of you for this.”
You smiled, closing the few inches between the two of you and kissing him, slowly moving your lips together. It was slow and deep and passionate and full of love. You pulled away first. “You can move now,” you whispered.
He nodded, slowly pulling out a suppressing a groan. He’d missed how good it felt when he pushed inside, too distracted by your well being to feel it, but he definitely felt it - felt you - when he pulled out. You were so tight and warm and he knew he needed to be careful before he lost himself.
He went slow, rocking in and out of you. It began to feel better but you weren’t expecting to come, knowing it wasn’t likely that you’d come your first time.
He sped up a bit and was biting his lip, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He angled his hips a little differently, hitting a spot that made you gasp loudly and he froze. “What happened? What’d I do?” he asked, breathing heavily.
“Nothing, that just felt really good,” you told him, surprised.
A slow grin formed on his lips. “Where was it?” he asked, beginning to move his hips again.
It took a few seconds but he finally hit the spot again. “Right there?”
“Yeah,” you gasped out.
He nodded, a whole new level of determination in him. He held off his orgasm, focusing on trying to get you to come. He knew the chances were slim but he was gonna try until he couldn’t hold off anymore.
Your legs wrapped around his waist
And your hand had left his, instead gripping the sheets. You felt the knot forming in your stomach again, your breath shallowing. Achie felt you quivering around him. “Are you close?” he asked gruffly.
You nodded. “Yeah, I think so,” you said.
“Me too,” he responded, burying his face in your neck and leaving sloppy kisses. “Just let go.”
You nodded and it took a few more thrusts before your hands flew to his hair, your nail scraping his scalp as you cried out, seeing stars. It wasn’t as powerful as your first one but it felt just as good.
As you came down, you felt Archie’s thrusts get sloppier. You tried moving your hips to meet his thrusts but you weren’t even sure what you were doing, so you gave up. You grabbed his face, trying to kiss him but he stilled inside of you, his forehead falling to yours. His eyelids lowered and his jaw slacked, a deep groan leaving his throat as he filled the condom.
He almost fell on top of you, but thought otherwise the last second and fell beside you. He took off the condom, tossing it away before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and laid down beside you again, cleaning you up the best he could. He fought his smile when you twitched a little, still sensitive from your orgasm.
“So you don’t regret it?” He questioned, bringing the blanket over the two of you. He pulled you to him, you resting your head on his chest.
“Not at all,” you answered honestly. “Though, I might later when I wake up sore,” you joked.
He chuckled. “What do you wanna do now?” he murmured, running his fingers through your hair.
“A nap sounds amazing,” you admitted with a tired giggle.
“I love you Archie” You made sure the boy was aware of just how strong your feelings were for him.
“I love you too, Y/N” he replied. It wasn’t long before he heard your soft snores and he was able to be as giddy as he wants, glad that you finally trusted him enough to be with him.
Hopefully this was good enough for you guys, please please please leave more requests because I really enjoy writing, I will do all characters from Riverdale and all characters from Teen Wolf c:
It was a couple of days later when Dean had just gotten ready for bed, his eyes closed in hopes for a couple of hours of sleep when Y/N knocked on his door softly, opening the frame, and calling his name at the same time.
At the sound of her voice, Dean all but leaped into alertness. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
She didn’t say anything as she made her way to his bed, sitting on the space he left with her legs crossed. She ignored his watchful gaze as she chewed on her lips. No words could describe her time in hell, but she knew she needed to accept the memory. Without realizing it her breathing became shallower, and just as Dean opened his mouth, she burst into tears.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Dean’s heart ached at the sound of her cries. He circled his arms around her, and pulled her against his chest, his legs resting around her figure. “It’s okay. I’m here. Nothing’s gonna hurt you anymore, you hear?” Tears were stinging his eyes as she cried even louder, despair and grief in every teardrop. He had to physically bite his bottom lip to stop himself from crying as well. “Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Dean drew small circles on her bottom hip, his other hand stroking the back of her hair.
It felt like hours later, and it probably was when Y/N had finally stopped completely crying. She sniffled continuously, using the collar of her shirt to clean up the mess on her face.
“I’m gonna get you a glass of water,” Dean said, seeing her finally calming down.
Y/N scrambled to grab his arm, shaking her head, pleading for him not to leave her.
Warnings: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. and swearing, light smut.
A/N: wooo it took me two days to write this. this my entry for @whothehellisbella‘s Cool Times Summer Jamz Mix Writing Challenge! My song was Final Song by MØ and I hope I did it justice
You never noticed how the grey clouds highlighted the sky. How through their shadows and darker outlines only made the white, the purity, stand out.
The rubble that had fallen on you had no effect anymore. Your body had become numb a long time ago, something you assumed was the last gift the world presented you with. Making sure your death wasn’t that painful.
You were aware of the body next to you, groaning and crying out in pain, in despair for some kind of help, but that’s all it was. Despair.
He too had been there with you, he too had been under the rubble, but his strength prevented him from giving up. His lower body was probably as crushed as yours was, but all you could do was watch the sky.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Winchester, Sam Winchester, Lady Toni Bevel
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: season 12.22 spoilers (if that’s still spoilers), not much. SPN stuff. If you can watch the show you can read this.
Word Count: 2100ish
A/N: This is my entry for @percywinchester27 aka Ana’s PJO Quote Challenge and my prompt was: “It’s okay,” he said. “We’re together.” He didn’t say you’re okay, or we’re alive. After all they’d been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying that. - I changed the prompt a little bit to fit the fic. I hope that is okay.
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
You fell to the floor with your back pushed to the wall and your legs folded up under you as you watched your husband run up the steps to try to catch the door before it closed between the four of you and the world outside.
The moment you heard him scream was the moment you gave up all hope. It was the moment you started believing this was the beginning of the end. It had all happened so sudden. Over the past year you had started believing everything was going to be perfect. Or at least as perfect as it would ever get for hunters.
Lucifer’s baby was still about to be born and you had, like your husband, never trusted the Brits, but Dean was okay. The mark was gone. Amara was gone. For the first time in years you felt as if you had the man you married back. Fully and completely. Dean was himself and as long as you had him, there had never been anything you hadn’t been able to struggle through.
A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>
Word count: 2,239
My back was resting against
the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I
felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was
all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always
made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I
was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single
Honestly, I just needed
something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in
anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.
The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Nine- Dean x Reader
The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Nine
finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your
pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love. Word Count: 2,110 Warnings: Sexual Content (Very gentle smut. But still smut.) Language.
SERIES MASTERLIST I’m so addicted to all the things you do When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me… From Addicted by Saving Abel
Dean gently kissed his way up your body before stopping to admire you. Your body flushed under his gaze as he drank in every inch of you. You let out a little gasp and shook from the nerves that were threatening to overtake you again. He knelt between your parted legs, hovering dangerously close. Dean’s mouth kissing at your collarbone made you sigh lowly and contently. His hands roaming over the curve of your hips as he let out a moan.
“Goddamn. Every inch of you is beautiful.” He murmured as he pressed his forehead over yours. You hummed lovingly as your hands moved to roam over his clothed back. Your fingers slipping under the fabric and giving it a tug.
“Off.” You demanded with a giggle. Your body quaking as you tried to be bold for him. You always giggled when you were nervous. You bit your bottom lips back to stifle them and Dean took the opportunity to kiss the tip of your nose.
“Please don’t be nervous. I promise that this will be perfect, baby.” He whispered to you the reassuring words again. You nodded slowly and tried to make yourself calm down. This was overwhelming to every sense you had and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Dean’s touches were light and loving as he pressed his lips to yours softly. The fourth kiss was longing and benevolent. His lips lingering there as he worked through the emotions that came with it. When he pulled away, he smiled at you a bit mischievously as he sat up to yank his shirt over his head.
You sighed lowly as he looked down over you adoringly. This man was almost too perfect to be real. You finally allowed yourself to enjoy him fully as your eyes roamed over his body. Hissing through your teeth, as the shock of desire shot through you. His harden cock stood straining against his boxer as his breath became more ragged. You couldn’t help but take in how his abdominal muscles clenched and flexed with the pace of his breath.
“Are you even real?.” You murmured as you grunted lowly. The pain from the throbbing at your core was pronouncing itself loudly. Your hand moving to sweep down his bare stomach and gently running a finger above the waistband of his boxers.
Dean moaned lowly at the touch and couldn’t help but to pump himself slowly. You looked on at him curiously and wonder just what it would be like to touch him. Sitting up, you brought both hands to him as you brushed them down his bare torso. Hooking both sets of fingers into his boxers, you pulled them down to his knees. You blushed hotly when you came face to face with his freed member. It was long, thick, and stood pressed against his stomach. Your eyes flew open and the panic you had felt earlier was back with vengeance. How in the world was that going to fit? You sank back to sit on your feet as you looked at him questionably.
“Ummm. Ehhhh. Hehehehehehe.” You giggled out as your hand hovered over him. Dean automatically leaned forward as he prayed you would finally touched him. Nearly choking on your nerves, you reached out and gently took him into your hand. Your fingers curling around him as you slowly slide your hand over his full length. He was hot to the touch and you moaned when you felt just how hard he was.
“Is this ok?” You murmured completely unsure of yourself. With Dean’s eager nod of approval you continued to allow your fingers to move up and down him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Dean groaned as you fingers slowly creeped up and down him. You seemed curious and your touch was so soft it was almost painful. By now, with any other woman, he would have been half-way through the process. He would have been getting what he was looking for. A cheap thrill for the night. Then there was you. The way you shuddered under a simple look. How sweet but daring you were. He wanted so much more from you. He could only hope that you would be willing to give him that.
The ever so light touch from your curled fingers was going to send him over the edge. He had been dreaming of this touch since that first night at the bar. Everything he had been feeling was wrapped up in the way you were looking into him. Your eyes hadn’t left his and he felt his breath becoming shorter with each stroke of your hand.
You smiled so painfully sweetly before you bent over and place a kiss on his tip. It was red and swollen as a bitter liquid leaked onto your lips. Your tongue darted out to taste it in curiosity. The moan that came from deep within Dean cut straight through you. Your sex throbbed between your legs and you decided that for right now that was enough exploring. You needed him. You need Dean to make you all his.
Moving away from him, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra. Allowing it to fall away, you laid back and your legs spread wide. Your fingers running down your own body and stopping at your swollen clit. Pressing there, like Dean had a few night ago, you swirl your finger there. Dean quickly got rid of his boxers and moved to lay beside you. His hand gently ghosting over your arms before settling on your hand. Moaning when you let out a cry, his hand gently removed yours. “Let me sweetheart.” He murmured as gently moved you to lay with your back against him. You groaned lowly when his thumb began to circle over your nub slowly at first. When you began to muttered increasingly dirty words, the pressure and frequency increased. The waves of pleasure that spiraled through you made you cry his name. Dean’s touch putting the perfect amount of out of control into your mind. You whimpered when he gave you a harsher swirl of his thumb while kissing your shoulder. He smiled against it as your cries of his name made him twitch in anticipation.
You shook a bit when his other hand skimmed down to your breast. He gently pinched and rolled your nipple in time with his touches of your clit. His fingers began to flick with an increased fever as your hips begin to lift off the bed. You cried lowly as the coil in your belly grew tighter and tighter. His fingers worked quickly to bring you to your undoing. Pressing harshly and almost frantically a few more times, Dean moaned against your ear.
“Cum for me, Y/N. I need you to cum for me.”
The coil in your belly clenched and seized from his words- warmth washing over you as you cried out his name in climax. Your hand landed on top of his as he help you ride out your first orgasm. You swayed under him as he pressed himself against. You opened your legs and allowed for him to slipped his cock between your thighs. He thrust gently forward and grunted at the contact.
Dean’s heart was swelling as he watched you coming down from your high. Your body flushed pink while you parted your lips. Little moans continued to tumble out of you and Dean couldn’t help but wish for this to never end. He could spend the rest of his life giving you everything. Not understanding the feelings fully, he simply accepted them as they were. He was tired of fighting every damn good thing to happen to him. Maybe just this fucking once he would let the Fates have their way.
Kissing the top of your head, he gently rolled away from you. Standing up, he went to his duffel bag to rummage through the side zipper. You turned to look at him and took in the sight. He leaned over the office table in the room with his back to you. You could see every ripple and movement of his back muscle and you groaned. You prayed to whomever was listening and thank them for sending him to you. Your feelings were undeniable now. You wanted to be with Dean Winchester. You needed to be with Dean Winchester.
Dean sighed in relief as he finally found the condom at the bottom of his bag. He turned slowly to look at you and he nearly lost it. You sat looking at him with a look that made his stomach twist into a knot. You looked so lost as you looked to him unsure.
The thoughts that ran through your mind weren’t what you thought they would be. They weren’t dirty and you had no desire to call him daddy. You just wanted him to make you his. You wanted him to hold you close and take what was meant to be his all along.
“Ummmm. Dean. Dean. I need you. Please.” You muttered innocently. Though you didn’t understand the feelings fully. You craved the connection that you felt this would bring.
Your words hit Dean straight in the cock and he moaned your name. He could no longer wait and your sweet words were all the encouragement he needed. Ripping the wrapper open and rolling on the condom, he moved to the bed again. You laid back onto your back and allowed for him to spread your legs apart. Dean kissed your lips for a fifth time and this time it was full of desire. His tongue dragging across your bottom lip as he gently brought the tip of his cock to your dripping entrance.
He moved his hand down to your weeping womanhood as prepared you. His ran down to your slicked slit and gently spread you open. The sensation caused your body to jerk against his and you cried into the kiss. Breaking away he whispered loving words to you.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. This might hurt.” He sighed against your ear. Slowly he began to rock forward, allowing you to stretch around him. His mind reeled from the intensity of the pleasure as he slipped forward into you. You were so tight and sweet that it took all his restraint not to fuck you into the mattress. He knew well that this was going to be at least uncomfortable for you.
You hadn’t expected the sharp pain that knife its way through you. As Dean stretched you, all you could do was hissed in pain. The same pain snaked its way up and into your belly. Tears stung your eyes and you bite your lip to keep from crying as Dean sunk all the way to the hilt. His lips moving to rain kisses onto your face. He kissed your forehead, nose, and finally your lips. His words were soft, adoring, and doting. He shook with the resistant it took to pump slowly into you. His lips kissed away your tears as he move into you again and again. The pain fading into a dull ache as you stretch with each gentle thrust. His hips moving into you in a rhythmic pattern.
Groaning as you squeezed him so deliciously and he tried his damnedest to be gentle. He bent down and caught your nipple in his mouth. When he sucked softly, you moaned as the sensation rippled through you. Dean’s tongue swirled around the tip before grazing it with his teeth. Your hands tangled into his hair as you pressed yourself closer to him. The feeling of being filled to the brim made your soul sing. You hadn’t understood what everyone was always going on about until Dean Winchester came along. Even back five years ago, you had known there was something about him. Something that made your heart happy. You would have never guessed that he might be the one.
The one to help you feel love again. As Dean’s hips rocked forward and his lips pressed to yours for a seventh kiss, you couldn’t help but hope that this would never stop. You had never felt something more incredible than to share yourself with someone like him.
Dean’s own feelings had shifted quickly through this experience. When the first meet you, there had been an instant attraction. Then throughout the years, he had found himself developing a crush on you. It hadn’t made much since to tell you at the time. Too much shit was happening when it had finally occurred to him. But now?
Now he was going to fall in love.
AN: This was painful to write guys. I just hope its half decent. T_T Like it took me days to just sit down and write this. I was just not feelin it. I hope it came out to your liking. Feeback for this chapter would really help. I will be
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