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Mark changed his hair and I can smell the comeback and am ready to fight sm for putting our angel baby boy Mark in another unit. Fuck you sm our boy needs to rest! He has been in every single nct subunit, he was on highschool rapper, he didn’t get to rest at all and had to go to school at the same timE FUVK YOU SM! Now tell me where the hell is John- oh my god they cut his hair, sm what is going on? It’s a comeback, is t it? Oh god, what about Ten though? Where’s Ten, has anyone seen Ten, I swear to god if Johnny and Ten aren’t in the same sub unit I’ll burn sm down! And where the fuck is Hansol? WHY ISNT HE WITH THE SMROOKIES?! Sm he better be practicing for the comeback otherwise my fists Jeffrey and Chittaprrrrr will say hi to your face! Now, where is Hansol?No sm, fuck you, it’s not hand sope! Goddamnit sm, what the- where is Jae- WHERE IS JAEMIN! WHERE IS MY SUNSHINE SUN WHE- NO SM YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! WHERE IS JI HANSOL AND NA JAEMIN?! How are they? How is Jaemin’s back? SM GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!! You better debut Kun, istg I’ll fight you! You ripped Win- yes the woop woop boy you buttcheek! You ripped him apart from Kun, just like you did with Yusol and Johnten! BRING KUN AND HANSOL BACK YOU SHIT! Also Yukhei, yes Lucas, and Jungwoo- what no, not Jungle Worm! Jungwoo!! Debut them! We love them, we want them, and we need them! But seriously where the fuck is Ten? PUT HIM IN THE NEXT SUBUNIT!!!!!

‘’Why is she wearing my hoodie?’’

A/N: Here is just another fluff bomb for you all, hope you it! Please let me know what you think. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to? 

Warnings: Fluff overload

Word count: 3745

Originally posted by snowfox934

It all started out innocently enough, on a monday evening after a return home from a particularly difficult mission. Your feet brushed against the cold kitchen tiles, a shiver trailing through your body as you made your way to the fridge for a late night snack. You grabbed a plate of brownies, showing the fridge close with your elbow before making your way to the television room.

You were surprised to find it empty, smiling to yourself as you relished in the idea of being able to pick a movie for once as you planted yourself on the couch. You placed the plate on the sofa table, bringing a brownie to your mouth as you browsed through the selection available on Netflix until you found something of your liking. Another shiver trailed down your spine, your body being tired and drained of energy from the mission and you reached over to the blanket at and brought it over your legs. Your eyes landed on a grey hoodie, figuring it was Steve’s you contently threw it over your shoulders and enjoyed the warmth and smell of the large garment that covered your figure.

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Locker Room*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: There’s no real plot, maybe Reader wants to fool around in a locker room. Once again, this poor summary does not reflect my writing in general, I hope. Bear with me, please.
Words Count: 2.7k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT - 18+
Warnings: Smutty gifs, swearing, dirty talking, oral sex (both receiving), Chris being a butt guy (?), fingering and protected sex in a locker room, I guess.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

    “Seriously Chris, why would you work out so late?” You whined, throwing your gym bag at the back of the car as you popped in, sitting next to him.

    “Listen, we both like this gym and this hour is the best time slot.” Your boyfriend huffed out a laugh, pecking your cheek and you buckled up the passenger seat belt.

    “There are other interesting ways to do exercises,” you wiggled your eyebrows, wandering your fingertips along his thigh and he rolled his eyes, starting the car. “If you do this to preserve your privacy then think about wearing something else than a cap. This became so obvious it’s Chris Evans hiding under.”

    “Always hilarious, Y/N,” he looked at the road, driving through Los  Angeles and you leaned your head against the seat, setting your running shoes on the dash. “You know it’s the job, I’m starting to film Infinity War in a couple of months now.”

    “Really, I had no idea… Captain Fucking Obvious.” Your eyes stared straight through the window as he glanced at you with his eyebrows furrowed, giving you his special look he used whenever you used sarcasm and a small laugh slipped through your lips.

    Once you’d finally reached the gym club opened at night, you both headed towards the different locker rooms and you got rid of your bag and jacket. You finally joined your boyfriend in the room - with some other people - and you saw him already working out as he focused on the upper part of his body.

    You smiled and as Chris sent you a wink, you tried to leave this glorious sight of him flexing his biceps, grunting lightly or tensing his back so much that you could’ve drawn the muscles through his T-shirt. You couldn’t help but internally gush over how very handsome he looked like this and how sexy his athletic outfit embraced all his muscles tightening then relaxing.

    Shaking your head slightly, you chose to concentrate the hard work on your legs for the night and you climbed on your favorite device, trying to forget the thoughts flying above your mind.

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    Bring It On, Winchester.

    Written for @celticfire21​  for donating to my Supernatural Seattle 2017 gift!

    Pairing: Sam x Reader

    Word Count: 3,437

    Warnings: sexual harassment, language, rough sex, squirting, overstimulation, edging, biting!kink, slight pain!kink, oral sex (male receiving), dom!Sam, dirty talk

    Summary: The reader is a badass hunter that oys have run into many times over the years. There has always been a certain spark between her and Sam. While they flirt shamelessly nothing has ever come of it… until now.

    Author’s Note: the biting kink thing is me dipping my toes in the water about writing a/b/o.

    It had been a little over two years since you’d seen the Winchesters.

    The last time you’d met up was on a witch case in Wisconsin, and that had only taken a couple days. You’d parted ways on a cold, stormy night, and since then you’d only spoken on the phone a few times, twice with Dean, once with Sam.

    Now, there was a werewolf wreaking havoc in Hamden, Connecticut and the boys had called you to help out.

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    epiphany pt.2 | jungkook

    Pairing: Jungkook + Reader

    Genre: Fluff/Angst + college au

    Word Count: 3k

    Summary: You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?

    —–

    Reader’s POV

    As your eyes fluttered open, the bright light from your window piercing through making you squint, you felt something heavy strayed against your body. Finally adjusting to the light, a gasp left your mouth when you saw Jungkook in front of you, his chest rising up and down softly, as his arm was draped around your waist, having you flush against him.

    Wha- OMG!” You exclaimed loudly, as you threw his arm off of you, scrambling away when your sudden movement caused Jungkook to fall off the bed with a large thud.

    “What the hell…” he grumbled, his voice low and raspy as he got up on his feet, rubbing the side of his head as he stared at you through his lidded eyes.

    “Y-You! You were–Why were you in my bed?!” You shrieked as you quickly looked down at yourself, the clothes you wore last night still donned on your body, a sigh of relief escaping you.

    Jungkook’s eyes widened in alarm when a look of realization dawned upon him, as he stared at you, words spluttering from his mouth in a frenzy.

    “Wai–It’s not what it looks like! I swear, I didn’t do anything! Y-you’re the one that grabbed me and asked me not to go and-”

    “I did what?!” you exclaimed, your own eyes widening to the size of saucers, when Jungkook added, “Last night, you grabbed my wrist and told me not to go in your sleep and I tried but you just wouldn’t let me go so I thought I’d stay till you let me go but then I fell asleep an-”

    Moaning, you fell to your knees in dramatic fashion, your head in your hands as you groaned in embarrassment, “Oh my god, I’m such an idiot. This is so embarrassing, this is so embarrassing!!!”

    “Y/N–” Jungkook started when you lifted a hand up, pointing towards the door without lifting your head, feeling too ashamed too look him in the eyes.

    “Please, just leave Jungkook-ah…I can’t. This is too embarrassing.” you begged as you saw his feet shuffle around, before he grabbed his stuff and made his way out the door, a breath of relief leaving you as you sunk against the wall.

    “You’re kidding me?!” Seulgi repeated again while you were walking next to her, your shoulders slumped as your trudged down the sidewalk.

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    Lads here I know this is completely unrelated to the blog but this is a plea because I’ve noticed a lot of people asking about it in work.

    PLEASE DON’T USE THOSE BLACK CHARCOAL FACE MASKS. The peely-off ones all over Facebook. Please.

    Charcoal is not bad for your face (unless you’re sensitive maybe). The problem comes about when you have charcoal and peel-off in the same room, especially when the ingredients to make the peel off mask aren’t clearly stated (or a bit cryptic). From what I’m seeing there are even DIY black charcoal masks which include glue as an ingredient. nO
    The masks are unreasonably harsh on the skin, and while your skin might feel great and smooth for a while after using them, it’s seriously damaging your skin’s natural moisture barrier and it’s probably pulling out a lot of the very fine hair on your face. That’s not a good thing. 

    While the results and after photos of the peeled mask look impressive, most of what comes off on those “miracle masks” aren’t blackheads, but sebaceous filaments which are completely natural and healthy. You don’t need to pull them out. Everyone has them. There’s nothing wrong with them. They’re actually responsible for controlling the release of oil onto your skin. 

    We’ve had people as young as 13 coming in to work asking if we make them. I’ve seen videos of adults crying trying to take them off, imagine how much they’re going to affect considerably younger, possibly sensitive skin?

    Please, this isn’t even a plug for my work like honestly I’d rather if you got a fist of muck from the garden and put it on your face than use the black masks.

    BTS Reaction - Their gf gets clingy when she’s sleepy

    Anonymous said: I was wondering if you could do a bts reaction where you get really clingy when you’re sleepy? Thank you in advance 🌌💚

    SO MUCH FLUFFFFF

    Suga:

    When Yoongi wants to sleep, he just wants to sleep. So when it’s late, and the two of you are sitting on the couch watching a movie that completely disinterests you, you’re hoping it just ends so you can sleep already.

    “Yoongi,” you say as he intently watches the movie, where bombs are going off and men are shouting. You tug on his shirt and move your body closer to him, so your cheek is pressed against his shoulder. Making a face, it’s not close enough for you, so you climb onto his lap and rest your head on his shoulder while wrapping your arms around his waist.

    Yoongi just makes a face, “Really, Y/N.” But when you don’t move, he just sighs and turns the movie off before bringing you upstairs. You don’t even waste time being apart from him, because as soon as he lies down you’re clinging to him again.

    Namjoon:

    He knew how you got when you were sleepy, so when you had accompanied your boyfriend to the studio one day and ended up staying there late into the night, you couldn’t help yourself. Laying on the couch in the studio, you sat there on your phone, trying not to be annoying while Namjoon continued to write lyrics and mess with the soundboard.

    Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. You got up and walked behind him, your head resting on his shoulder. “Namjoon,” you whispered, your lips against his neck but your eyes closed, already half asleep. “I’m sleepy,” you said, louder. 

    “Baby, you know I’m trying to -” He began, but seeing as you weren’t going to move unless he came with you, Namjoon sighed before standing up and taking you into his warm embrace, where he dragged you to the car and drove home where you clung to him even more.

    J-Hope:

    It was 5 AM - and you just weren’t having it. After a long day the night before, you couldn’t believe you had agreed to come with Hoseok to the studio this morning. You had been putting it off because of how early he had to go in and practice, and he was beginning to nag you about it.

    “Hoseok,” you drawled, grabbing onto the back of his sweatshirt as he walked down the hallway of the dimly lit company building. You caught him by surprise, and he slowed down to wrap an arm around your shoulders as you involuntarily dragged your feet down the carpet. 

    “Wake up,” your boyfriend said, laughing as you tripped over your own two feet. You just grappled at his hoodie again, breathing in his scent and then automatically wrapping your arms around his waist. “Aish, Y/N, I have to go practice…”

    Jungkook:

    “Y/N, I gotta go get something,” Jungkook said, detaching himself from your grip as you clung to him like a koala to a tree. He jogged down the hallway, looking back to laugh at your annoyed, sleepy face. 

    You wouldn’t let him get away from you that easily, so you shuffled after him and slammed right into his back, burying your face in the soft fabric of his t-shirt. You heard him laugh again, this time an arm coming back to drape over your shoulders.

    “Hey,” you began to say as he pulled you closer to him, sure he would abandon you like he did a few weeks ago, but as he dragged you down the hallway with him to the waiting room, you felt his lips press themselves firmly against your forehead. “Why are you so sleepy, baby?” He murmured.

    Taehyung:

    You flopped onto the couch as soon as you walked in the door, shoes and all. The day you had was insane - meetings and clients and too much standing wore you out completely. Taehyung just looked at you with a small smile playing on his lips, his eyes cast downwards to your tired face.

    “Today was the worst,” you said, slipping your heels off and curling up against your boyfriend, who was watching We Got Married on the television. “Oh, yeah? Wanna tell me about it?” He responded, focused on the TV. Your hand went up to curl around his neck, and you pulled yourself up so your body was pushed against his chest.

    “I guess not,” he laughed, turning his head to kiss your cheek as you drifted off, and you felt his hand come up and rub your back while he continued to watch his show.

    Jin:

    He continued to let out his windshield laugh as you clung to him like a teddy bear. It was 6 AM, and you swear you were more tired than you had ever been in your life that morning. Combined with the other early starts you were beginning to hat, the effects of sleep hadn’t wore off yet in the slightest.

    “Jagi, come on,” Jin would laugh, lifting his arms to show the other boys how clingy you were being. You heard him say, “She gets like this when it’s early.” Your boyfriend would look down at you, your head hung as your eyes remained closed. 

    He would pull you towards the couch, and sit down with you in his lap. “Just go without me, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He explained waving the other boys off as his attention was finally focused on you. “I don’t want you to leave, you’re nice and warm,” you mumbled, borrowing into his chest. “Aish…”

    Jimin:

    Poor Jimin, you’d be clinging to him so badly. It would be in the middle of the day, but you had been tossing and turning all night the night before because you kept waking up.  He’d beg you to just let him go to the bathroom for five minutes, but you just kept clinging to him.

    Your hand would have his shirt in between your fists and your face would be buried in his neck, while his arms snaked around you. His hands would rub your back while you hid against him, and he just casually talked to the other boys while you held onto your boyfriend.

    “Y/N…come on, I think its time for you to lay down.” Jimin would say quietly, walking you to the sofa where he’d pull a blanket up to your chin. Right as he was about to leave the room, your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. “Y/N,” he sighed, coming back towards you and eventually giving in, where he lied down next to you. Your noses were touching as you drifted off, his hand gently rubbing your back.

    Haunting Me (Chap. 2)

    A/N: eeeeek! chapter 2 is here and it gets wild as heck guys! This chapter was so freakin’ fun to write, I kind of remixed the whole winter soldier movie plot to fit this in just right and I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️


    Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

    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?

    Warnings: Violence. Angst. Some people get shot. Kidnapping. Feels. 


    You sat in the backseat of Natasha’s Porsche, listening as Steve explained the plan to you.

    It wasn’t very thorough as you imagined it would be, but it was way better than Sam’s plan, which was to get Tony Stark involved. Apparently, this was a super top secret mission, one the millionaire had no business knowing about. You rolled your eyes as Steve explained to you that you would leave the minute the fighting started.

    “I don’t see why,” Natasha chimed in, smirking over at Steve. “She’s a big girl.”

    “Last I checked everyone in this car had military training except for Y/N.” He pressed, buckling the buckle on his helmet.

    You scoffed; you were more than capable of handling your own, but as much as you hated to admit, this Winter Soldier had the same serum as Steve. Which meant he could probably break you in half with minimal to no effort. You liked being able to walk, thank you very much.

    You gazed out of the window next to you, watching the scenery go by with each turn. Steve was doing better, which put you at ease for now. You still had no idea what would happen once the four of you arrived at the base. You were beyond concerned now. 

    You looked back over to Steve, who was preoccupied by the shield in his hands, fiddling with it anxiously. When you turned back around, you were met with a pair of black goggles and a heavily masked face. 

    Before you could scream, the man brought his fist forward and busted through the window. 

    Natasha swerved erratically, trying to avoid the many cars in front of her as the man began punching holes through the roof of the car. You screamed when you felt a metal hand grab ahold of your shirt and tug forcefully, ripping the material. 

    “Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, his eyes wide with fear. 

    Natasha slammed on the breaks, causing the man to fly off the hood and tumble onto the concrete. 

    “Everybody out!” she screamed, gathering her pistols. You exited the car, holding the small pistol in your hand. You’ve never shot a gun before, and you were mentally kicking yourself for never asking Steve to teach you. Sam expanded his wings and began soaring into the air towards the masked man. 

    You watched as Natasha and Steve sprinted towards the man, dodging the spray of bullets gracefully. You, on the other hand, ducked behind a car and aimed your pistol. 

    “It’s not that hard, right?” you whispered to yourself, your legs trembling as you closed one of your eyes and aligned the barrel of the gun with the man’s head. “It’s just like Call of Duty!” you laughed nervously. 

    One of the hydra agents pulled out a missile launcher and aimed it right at the car. Steve immediately ran towards you, holding his shield in his front of him. The missile hit the shield directly, sending him flying over the edge of the bride. Once you saw Natasha get hit violently by the man’s metal arm, sending her flying into the side of a car, you closed your eyes. 

    And you fired. 

    When you opened them again, the masked man was on the ground. You perked up from behind the car, your eyes wide with shock and your mouth turned upward into a triumphant grin. You felt your heart beating wildly in your chest as you stared at the man from afar. Your smile faded as soon as you saw the man moving. 

    He sat up, rolling onto his hands and knees, before standing up completely. From where you stood, you could see the bullet lodged in the lense of his goggles that were shielding his eyes. 

    Uh oh. 

    You backed away slowly as he glared at you. His eyes focused on yours, taking in your features. His head slowly cocked to the side as he stared you down. You stood frozen in the middle of the street, completely unsure what to do. 

    “Cолдат!” Soldier!

    The hydra agent behind him shouted at him angrily in Russian, aiming his own gun at you as well. You felt your heart skipping beats in your chest as you watched the man approach the soldier. 

    Fucking shit!” you cursed, taking a step back. 

    Instantly, the man’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice. His eyes became frantic, his breaths came out in short, rapid huffs. He shook his head, as if to rid himself of some evil-like thoughts. The gun in his hand dropped to the ground as he clutched his head. 

    “Солдат, закончи свою миссию!” Soldier, finish your mission!

    You watched in horror as the masked man unsheathed a black blade and in one move, slit the man’s throat. He turned back around, staring at you with his dead eyes.

    And began walking towards you. 


    The bullets barely missed your head as you sprinted down the sidewalk.  

    You scurried around the many panicked people as they ran beside you. The bullets hit multiple people around you, but thankfully, they managed to miss you every single time. You made a sharp turn down a dark alley, hoping he’d get distracted for a moment.

    As you ran, you could hear the faint footsteps growing closer and closer. You huffed, feeling your sides begin to ache from the sprinting, but you refused to slow down. 

    You were almost to the end of the alley, when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist and haul you back into the alley. You began screaming, kicking everywhere you could with all your might. He managed to get you far enough away from the street before spinning you around and planting a hard slap onto your face. 

    You cried out, feeling your cheek burn from the harsh contact. Blinking through the tears, you noticed the man was staring at you oddly once again. You watched as his head cocked to the side, his gaze set on the tears running down your face. 

    Realizing he was distracted, you swung your fist into his face as hard as you could.

    Big mistake. 

    His head jerked back violently and you watched as the black mask flew from his face and landed onto the concrete with a small plop.

    He turned around and you were hit with the strongest sensation of déjà vu. 

    You swore up and down on everything you own, that you’ve seen this man before. You didn’t know how or when or where, but you’ve seen him. 

    He was gorgeous. Really gorgeous. You probably would’ve developed a small crush on him if he weren’t a raging psychopath and trying to murder you and your friends. 

    Who the hell are you?” he spat, his eyes wild with fear. They burned into your fearful ones as you stared back, your mouth hanging open. With a deep breath, you brought your leg up to his ribs and kicked with all your might.  

    He grunted, jolting back from the force of your kick. But to your dismay, you didn’t do any kind of damage. His grip on your wrist tightened painfully, you cried out as you felt your wrist seering with pain. 

    His eyes dilated, his brows furrowed as he scowled. In one move, he launched his fist forward, hitting you directly in the face. 

    Then everything went black. 


    When you woke, the only thing you could hear was silence and the soft sounds of what sounded like a metal clinking together. 

    You opened your eyes, wincing at the brightness of the light above you. Especially the ache in your eye. You blinked, trying to fully comprehend what had just happened, most importantly, where the hell you were. 

    “Who are you?” a deep voice pulled you from your thoughts.

    It came out more of a demand. His voice was completely monotone, but still deep with authority. There he was, The Winter Soldier. The man who punched your lights out a while ago. Steve’s best friend, only, he didn’t look friendly at all. 

    He looked terrifying.You peered around the room, taking in your surroundings. Somehow, he managed to take you to a shady little motel. From what you could peek from under the blinds as you lie on the bed, you were far from New York. The familiar sounds of traffic and civilians passing by was completely gone, leaving you in eerie silence instead.

    “Are you fucking deaf?” he spat, his face twisting into a scowl. You shook your head, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes. You were trembling as well.

    “N-No,” you answered timidly.

    “Then answer my damn question. Who are you?”

    “I’m Y/N,” you replied, feeling the tears running down your face. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

    He stared off into the distance, as if he were processing the information in his head. Was he really a human computer like Sam said? You were terrified as it was, but being around a terminator was even more horrific. You waited for him to ask another question, but it never came. Instead, he leaned back into his chair, placing the pistol back onto the table.

    “Are you going to kill me?” you heard yourself ask. Immediately, you shut your mouth. Why would you give him the idea? From what you knew, he was crazy, probably from all the brainwashing.

    His blue eyes flickered back over to you, and you swore by everything, you saw them soften momentarily before they were back at to their original coldness from before.

    “Are you going to hurt me?” you asked, this time with more volume in your voice. Immediately, he stood from the chair and you jumped, backing away as far as you were allowed. He slowly made his way over to you, his dark gaze burning into your teary eyes in a predatory manner. You flinched as he sat beside your legs.

    “The man on the bridge,” he spoke, his voice still in the same nonchalant tone. “Who was he?”

    “His name is Steve,” you answered, watching his expression change. “Steve Rogers, he was your best friend since childhood.”

    He didn’t respond, instead, he ran his hands over his face. You watched as he ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. Despite being insane, he was extremely handsome, you’d give him that. His jawline looked like it could cut glass, and those eyes. They were twice as blue as Steve’s, twice as beautiful, too.

    You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, mentally scolding yourself. This man was probably going to kill you, maybe after he did god knows what with you before, yet here you were ogling over him like some A list celebrity.

    He turned towards you, his face set in a frown.

    “I knew him,” he admitted, his eyes full of a mixture of confusion and hurt. “I knew him a long time ago.” You nodded, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Why were you acting this way?

    “But you…” He whispered, staring into your eyes fiercely. 

    “I knew you, too.”

    -Fin!  

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    baby, my baby | 02

    Originally posted by kookmin

    “Raise my child, just for twelve months”

    ◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
    ◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
    ◇ word count:  3.2 k
    ◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!

    part onepart two part three part four (coming next week!)

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    Good Little Angel

    Word count: 2,034

    Warning: smut, little bit of fluff, teasing, dom!Lucifer, sub!Lucifer

    Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

    Summary/Request: Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request!

    Lucifer has to help the Winchesters but there is some awkwardness when Y/N realises that he is an old hook up of hers. Leads to some passionate sex and a lot of teasing and self-denial.

    Originally posted by lucifersagents

    “We’re working with you, not because we want to, but because we have to.” Dean sighed.

    You were currently sitting beside an agitated Sam who was trying his best not to look over the table at none other than Lucifer himself.

    “It’s good to see you guys too.” Lucifer grinned. You scoffed. Immediately his head spun round to see you, now trying to sink into your seat subtly. “Oh I know you love having me around Y/N. You find me irresistible.” He almost sneered at you.

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    New Perspective - Peter Parker

    Request from Anonymous: Hey! Can you do a Peter Parker imagine during civil war (reader is in team cap.) in which the reader is a class mate of Peter, and a Avanger with ‘sort of’ the things that 'Mistique’ can do (with all the shape shifting), which gives gives reader a lot of advantages while fighting against poor Peter, and she just makes a lot of fun of him for just not getting anything on her. Sry I Just imagine it pretty cute and funny ^^

    Words: 1255

    Warnings: None :)

    A/N: I hope I’ve got everything in here that you wanted (I didn’t really know what I was doing so I just played with the shape shifting part but I hope it’s okay). I’m team Tony so writing about the reader on team Cap was certainly interesting. I hope it’s funny :)

    You weren’t exactly scared, but you were definitely nervous. You knew what everyone on the team could do and the thought of fighting half of them was not on the list of things you wanted to do in life.

    This was even going to have an effect on your school work. Going to Germany so close to finals had also not been on the list of things you wanted to do.

    “Ready?” Steve asked everyone.

    You nodded and soon you were out in the middle of the airport with your team, facing the people that you had considered to be people you would never fight with, in front of you.

    Honestly, you had hoped that this wouldn’t come to a fight - you thought everyone was better than this. But if it came to a fight, like it had, you knew that you had to stand up for what you believed in.

    Steve spoke to Tony. You noticed that they both really didn’t want to fight like this. But seen as they both had conflicting ideas, there wasn’t any other option.

    All of a sudden Tony called “Underoos!” and someone in a red and blue suit flipped in and grabbed Steve’s shield. You were glad you had one more person on your team but now everything was even if this person, whoever they were, was on Tony’s.

    “Hey everyone.” They said. It was a guy, you noticed, and not an old one.

    “Who’s that?” You whispered to Wanda.

    “I don’t know.” She said, “But give him hell.”

    You grinned at this and then turned back to the opposing team.

    You saw this new guy looking at you with his head tilted slightly as if he was trying to work out something. When he saw you looking back at him he returned his attention back to Tony. You were now starting to question what you had gotten yourself into. Maybe homework would have been better.

    Now the niceties were over and done with, the proper fight started. It really did hurt to see your friends fighting each other.

    You ran over to behind a wheel of one of the planes and looked out of what was going on. Everyone seemed to be engaged in little fights of their own. You didn’t know where that new guy had gone but you knew it wouldn’t be long until you ran into him again.

    You had decided on going to help Clint fight Natasha and ran out of your hiding place when something dropped down in front of you.

    “Going somewhere?” This new guy was just asking for it.

    “Not anymore.” You said and spun round and tried to kick him but he quickly moved out of the way using a string-like substance to pull on.

    “That stuff coming out of you?” You asked.

    “Not really, Y/N.” He answered and you stopped dead.

    “How do you know my name?” That was probably the fastest reaction you had ever had to anything.

    “Uh… I don’t.” He said lamely.

    “Who are you?” You demanded.

    “Spider-Man.”

    “No really?”

    “Doesn’t matter.”

    “Yes it does.” You ran at him and kicked his legs out from underneath him. While he was on the floor you grabbed at his mask and pulled it off.

    What you saw was something you never thought you’d ever see.

    “Peter!?” You exclaimed wondering what the hell he was doing here. “What the-?”

    “I could ask you the same question.” He said and grabbed his mask back and quickly put it back on.

    “Don’t think this means I’ll go easy on you.” You said getting into a guard stance with your hands in fists by your face.

    Peter chuckled. He really didn’t know what he’d got himself into.  

    Right in front of him you used your power to morph into his Aunt May that you had seen a couple of times.

    Peter took a step back in surprise.

    “Yes, Peter, I’m not going easy on you.”

    He didn’t have anything to say to this and you understood that.

    After he had paused to decide what to do he fired one of his webs towards your legs but you moved quickly.

    “You won’t want to hurt your Aunt now Peter would you?” You teased as you dodged another one of his webs. You crouched down behind one of the big crates.

    You could tell Peter was struggling. And you weren’t planning on making it any easier for him.

    You shifted into the form of Liz Allen and rolled out into the open.

    “I know it’s still you, Y/N.” Peter said.

    “Yes but at the moment I’m Liz and she’s about to kick your ass.”

    Peter didn’t move out of the way in time as you brought your leg up and firmly kicked him in the chest. He fell to the floor and landed on his back. You sauntered over to him stood over him.

    “Bet this is where you want Liz to be.” You said as you lent down and properly straddled him now.

    This was definitely turning into a weird day - you were basically straddling Peter Parker, the guy who you saw in Physics class, in the middle of a fight, in an airport.

    If this was the effect that the Avengers were having on you, then you didn’t want to know what the future had to hold.

    Peter brought his knee up and it connected with your side so you had no choice but to role off him.

    You shifted again into his best friend Ned.

    “Having fun?” You joked. “It’s hard trying to hurt the people you love.”

    “Yeah but I don’t want to hurt you either.” Peter said.

    “What because I’m a girl, Parker? It’s 2016 - let that go.” (Because Civil War happened in 2016)

    “No because I don’t want to hurt you.” Peter repeated.

    You were about to throw another punch but stopped. “Why then?”

    “Just don’t want to hurt you.”

    “Peter, at the moment Spider-Man isn’t being pitched to me very well so let me see what you’ve got.” You stood in a relaxed position with your hands by your sides waiting to see what he did. You decided to make it even easier for him by turning back into yourself.

    Without warning, Peter shot two webs at both of your arms and pulled you quickly over to him. You fell into his chest and you knew you couldn’t get out of this.

    “I think you’ve fallen for me.” Peter stated.

    You rolled your eyes. “So this is what Spider-Man does huh? Hits on girls in the middle of fights.”

    “It’s been known to happen.”

    “Not anymore I hope.”

    You didn’t even know why you were flirting back with Peter. It was just an unconscious decision. He was cute, you had to admit, and the fact you were thinking that as well just changed your perspective on the whole thing.

    “Ok I’ll let you off punching me, if you take me out one night next week.”  

    “Are you blackmailing me into asking you out?” He laughed back.

    “It’s been known to happen.” You grinned.

    You pulled your arms out of the webs and Peter’s hold and stepped away from him.

    “It’s been fun, Spidey!” You called as you ran off to re-join the proper fight.

    “So I’ll see you next week?” Peter called after you.

    “Yes if one of us doesn’t get killed before!”

    You didn’t hang around to see Peter’s reaction but you were pretty sure you knew that he was smiling, almost as much as you were.  

    @l-tay said: Would you write an AU where Jeff is a nerd and Y/N is a jock or just a really popular girl who never dates or hooks up with everyone? Tony and Clay discourage Jeff from asking you out, but he does it anyway. All your friends try to humiliate him, but Y/N surprises everyone by accepting his offer and admitting that she’s had a crush on him for years, but had been nervous to ask him out.

    Originally posted by gymbunnyamber

    NERD!JEFF X READER

    Jeff POV

    “Why do we even have boxing equipment in the gym on school grounds?” Clay frowns. “I thought the school looked down upon physical violence?”

    Tony shrugs. “It’s great for fitness.”

    “I swear on my collection of comics, Jensen,” Jeff mumbles, “that if you get this lovely sight taken away from me, I will beat you to death with your bike.” The sight in question is Y/N, clad in a sports bra and leggings with her feet constantly moving as she throws punches, elbows and kicks at a swinging punching bag. Her usual group of friends are crowded around, some getting in a quick workout of their own while others just lounge around to kill some time. “Appreciate the heavenly sight, Clay, or just go away so I can ogle in peace.”

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    anonymous asked:

    OMG PLZ DO 12

    12. “Bed. Now.”


    Harry’s been basically living at the studio for the past few days. He’s so close to finishing a new song, and he’s been working in overdrive. You, on the other hand, have been home, cuddled up on the couch, bundled in blankets and watching movies. But you’re getting bored.

    You’re sure he’s busy, and he hasn’t replied at all, but you’ve been sending him texts for the past few hours. It’s just that the movies you’ve been watching are romances and are filled with sex scenes, ones that have you twisting in your seat and craving a body next to you. So, your texts have been a bit filthy, and maybe a little over-the-top. What you didn’t expect, though, was for Harry to come home and slam the front door behind him.

    You jump from the couch, heart racing and limbs tingling with adrenaline at the sudden noise. He stalks into the living room, licking his lips as his eyes skim your body, clothed in your little tank top and sleep shorts.

    “Harry, what are you-”

    “Bed. Now.” He gives you a pointed look, shifting on his feet and drawing attention to the bulge in his jeans. Your mouth falls open, but he raises an eyebrow, daring you to speak.

    You take the hint, casting your eyes downward and brushing past him on your way to the bedroom. You hear the TV click off in the living room and then you hear his footsteps as he follows behind you. You’ve barely climbed on the bed when you hear the zipper of his jeans.

    “Strip,” he orders you shortly. You turn around to find him shedding his own clothes, dropping each article into a single pile.

    “Never answered my texts,” you inform him, peeling your tank top up your torso to reveal your naked chest. His eyes are devouring you already, jaw set in a hard line.

    “Yeh think you’re funny?” He reaches for you impatiently after he’s fully naked, cock hard against his abdomen, and yanks your shorts and panties down your legs. “Had t’ make up some rubbish excuse fo’ the band b’fore they saw me hard.” He grips your ankles when you’re bare and flips you over, settling you up on your knees, ass in the air and cheek pressed to the mattress. “’S not very nice o’ yeh t’ send me those things when I’m busy.”

    “I was missing you.” A small gasp sounds from your lips when you feel his fingers swipe through your folds.

    “Can tell,” he rasps. You hear the wet suckling of his mouth around his fingers and you pull your lip between your teeth. “All ready fo’ me.” There’s barely a moment before he’s pushing into you, hand gripping tightly at your hip to pull you back onto him.

    “There w’go,” he mutters, sliding his other hand up your back. “Was doin’ really well at the studio,” he tells you as he pulls back and rocks into you again, stretching you around his girth. “Was almost finished, actually.”

    You bury your face into the sheets and let out a cry when he gives another, much harder thrust. His fingers grab at a fistful of your hair, pulling it taut and yanking your face from the mattress.

    “Ruined my flow, pet.” He fucks into you again, hips smacking against your bum, cock driving deep inside of you. “Thought I might ruin yeh, too.”

    “Harry, I-” You shout when he slams forward again, sending your body up the bed.

    “Hush, now. No talkin’.”

    You press your lips together roughly, letting out whimpers as he continues to fuck into you. His hand yanks up on your hair again, pulling you up on your hands and straining your neck. His fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your hip and you can feel each thrust in the deepest depths of you.

    “Need yeh t’ come fo’ me, yeh hear? Need yeh t’ come hard.”

    You whine in response, pussy already fluttering around him. His hand falls from your hair to dip around your wait, finding your clit and rubbing at it with rough fingers. A heavy breath leaves your lungs as your face drops back down on the bed. Your hands scratch at the sheets, gathering up the material and squeezing it with clenched fists.

    “Now, pet. Come fo’ me. C’mon.”

    “Harry, Harry, Harry.” His name leaves your lips in a chant as your high washes over you. Stars burst behind your eyelids and you have to reach back to grab onto his wrist as a way to ground yourself in the moment.

    Harry keeps fucking into you until he’s groaning and coming in hot spurts. He drops his sweaty forehead to your back, warm breath rolling over your skin. His hips jerk forward twice until he’s completely finished, but your body is still feeling waves of pleasure when he pulls out of you. You whine, fingers tightening around his wrist.

    “Need t’ let go o’ me, darlin’,” he urges you with a chuckle, prying your fingers from him. “Let me get yeh cleaned up so I can get back t’ the studio.”

    “You’re going back?” You demand in disbelief, head lifting up from the bed to look at him.

    “’Course,” he answers with a smirk, setting his feet down on the floor. “Got some new inspiration.”

    I’ll Always Come Back

    Fandom: Gotham

    Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader

    Forever Tag: @angelicshinigami @tothetardissterek (if you’d like to be added to this list, please notify me)

    Prompt: “Ok but Jerome coming back to life and having to rescue his gf who is locked up in Arkham, cause when he died, she was crying over him and the cops took this chance to cuff her. He finds her tortured(like HQ in SS)and insane. He takes her back and When she recovers, maybe some smut can happen with dom!reader, which takes Jerome by surprise cause this is new. Hope this isn’t too long 😂” - Anon

    Summary: The prompt says it all.

    Word Count: 738 (I guess the 700s is the normal length now)

    Warnings: Jerome’s death, torture, some angst, some semi-fluff.

    A/N: I’m sorry but I felt going down the fluff road instead of the smut road for this imagine. I hope that was okay with you, Anon. Btw, the Arkham Asylum I was imagining here was the one in Batman: The Telltale Series.

    Originally posted by rxven-clxw

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    Siniy (Chap. 1)

    A/N: yaaay! I finally posted part 2! :D The time line will be slightly different than the original CACW, but only by a bit, especially in the next chapter! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah  ❤️

    P.S. How do you think alien sex would go with Bucky? ;) 

    Siniy: Reader is an Avenger with her good friends, but unlike them, she’s not a demi god, millionaire, super soldier, or a science experiment. She’s got a whole other dilemma: she’s not of this world. Things happen, and she finds herself on the run with Team Cap in Bucharest, along with catching the eye of Bucky Barnes.

    Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Alien Reader

    Warnings: Swearing. Slight angst. Slight suicidal thoughts. Teasing. Emo Steve lol. Sassy Sam. 


    Do you know who I am?” 

    You’re Steve,” Bucky replied with a small, nostalgic smile. “Your mom’s name was Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes.”

    You gently ran your tongue over your busted lip, tasting the saltiness of the blood that formed there each time you did so. You could feel the bruise forming underneath your eye and you were positive it was swelling now. You didn’t mind it, though, you would heal soon. You always did.

    Today, you had found out that Bucky Barnes was strong; really fucking strong. Strong enough to catch you in mid-teleportation and slam you into various objects, including T’challa. Somehow, he’d managed to go into full Winter Soldier mode after speaking to a therapist, which resulted in numerous casualties. You were the first one in his way, which meant you got the full package.

    You were able to stun him though; you didn’t even have to touch him. Your appearance alone was enough to throw him off. You let out a snort as you realized he’d probably never knew about the modern hair styles, only, yours wasn’t from a dye job. You were an actual alien.

    But your appearance wasn’t enough apparently, as he drove his flesh fist into your face, amongst other things. You weren’t going to hold that against him or anything and you would get over it soon.  

    “What did I do?” Bucky asked as he avoided everyone’s eyes.

    “A lot.” Sam sassed, crossing his arms in disappointment. He hadn’t seen the man for more than three hours, and he hated him already.

    He’s a lunatic. 

    You heard his thoughts as if they were being spoken aloud.

    Perhaps he was right, but that wasn’t what concerned you at the moment. Usually, you could hear any person’s thoughts, no matter how big or small they were. You could hear every single word clearly, but for some reason- you had no idea why -you couldn’t read Bucky Barnes’ thoughts even if your life depended on it. And that scared the living shit out of you.

    All you could gather was single words, but the one he was thinking of was extremely eerie.

    The only thing you could pick up was: kill 

    And he was talking about himself.

    You found yourself staring at him shamelessly. you had no idea who this man really was, but if Steve was willing to flat out trust him after what had just happened, then you were putting this all on him. You had no intentions of involving any other people, but the way this was going, and the way Sam whispered to Steve that he “knew a guy”, you weren’t so sure about keeping a low profile. 

    “We should get a car at some point.” You chimed in, causing everyone to look over at you. Immediately, as soon as Bucky’s eyes landed on you, his jaw nearly hit the floor. His eyes focused on your face, his brows furrowing. You had no idea why he was staring, but it was making you so self conscious. 

    Steve nodded, grabbing his leather jacket and slipping it over his shoulders. 

    “Alright guys,” he spoke, his voice echoing along the walls of the warehouse. 

    “Let’s get moving.”



    The gentle rumbling of the small car you were in was the only audible thing. Along with Sam’s game of Tetris on his phone. 

    You specifically asked Steve to find a low profile car, but one with leg room so that you could breathe without feeling like you were being suffocated. But nope, as soon as he returned in the little navy blue beetle, you made a mental note to never trust him with cars again. 

    You let out a sigh as you heard the same lousy word over and over again, clouding your mind and breaking your train of thought: blue.

    And it was coming from one person. 

    It was being repeated over and over to the point where you were growing highly agitated. You peered over the seat at Steve, who was focused on the road ahead of him. Sam was playing Tetris on his phone silently, his face set in a concentrated frown. Bucky was staring out the window, but occasionally, he’d send you side glances before looking away quickly. If you weren’t annoyed, you’d find his actions a bit cute, just like him.

    It was so wrong, you knew that. However, it was pretty much a scientific fact. Bucky Barnes was really handsome for someone who’s an ex brainwashed hydra assassin of seventy years and you were just looking. That’s all. The way he looked at you in the warehouse confirmed that he didn’t find you attractive one bit. 

    But you didn’t blame him. Who would like some girl with unnatural blue hair and matching eyebrows. You were a giant target for bullying. 

    But now, the word was growing louder and his looks were becoming less cautious and more frequent, which was pushing all the wrong buttons. Why couldn’t he think about the weather like Steve or chicken nuggets like Sam?

    You felt the last of your restraint leave you as you heard another word from his mind.

    Weird.

    You ripped off the little navy blue cap from your head and turned so that you were staring directly at Bucky. The man jumped slightly and turned to you, his face in a small frown.

    Yes, my hair is blue!” you snapped, your brows furrowing with annoyance. “Just fucking look at it and get it over with, okay?” You took a strand of hair and placed it in his face dramatically and flailed it around. Bucky let out a grunt and craned his head in the opposite direction.

    His metal hand reached out and grabbed a hold of your hand with a little too much force.

    “What’s going on back there?” Steve eyed the both of you in the rear view mirror, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

    “Tell your friend to stop staring at me!” you exclaimed.

    “I wasn’t staring, I was admiring. There’s a difference!” He responded with the same amount of malice as he pushed you away from him. You grabbed another piece of hair and jammed it in his face, forcing him to look at it. You were so fed up with everything. This entire week had been extremely tiring for you and you were at your breaking point.

    “Oh my god,” Sam groaned as he ran his hands over his face. You could hear his thoughts, which consisted of nothing but insults and complaints that were aimed towards you and Bucky, also Steve for not driving fast enough. He hastily reached over to the small radio and cranked up the volume button as high as it could go, much to you and Bucky’s annoyance. You squeaked, covering your ears with your hands as the loud rock music blared through the speakers and vibrated throughout the car.

    “What is wrong with you three?” Steve exclaimed, before turning the radio down until it was at a normal frequency. “You’re acting like children right now!” When you realized that you were still leaned up on Bucky, you blushed and scooted as far as you could. He, on the other hand, seemed slightly bothered.

    From then on, the three of you were completely silent, with the exceptional complaint from Sam and the occasional sigh from yourself. You were aching all over, but Steve made it clear at the beginning of the drive that there would be no stops unless it was an absolute emergency.

    As you leaned against the window, watching the scenery pass you by, you perked up once you heard the familiar sounds of a weather broadcast. Unfortunately, it was only in German, which you had absolutely no idea how to speak, much less understand.

    “What’s going on?” you asked as you peered over and rested your chin on the leather shoulder of Steve’s seat. He shrugged before turning the radio louder. Once again, you had no idea what was happening. What if there was a tornado or something?

    “I have no clue. I can’t speak German.” Steve confessed with a small sheepish smile.

    “I can only speak profanity,” Sam chimed as he gave you a small thumbs up.

    You frowned as you sat back into your seat. You were staring up at the sky as you listened to the German forecast. You couldn’t help but notice how dark the sky was getting and it was bothering you quite a bit. What if there was an actual emergency? You didn’t want to get sucked into a tornado or get caught in a hurricane. You couldn’t swim to save your life.

    “They’re saying that there’s a thunderstorm coming.” Bucky chimed, causing the three of you to turn and look at him in surprise. “There’s a high chance of softball sized hail and thirty mile per hour winds as well. Also, we should get to safety. It’s not a good idea to drive during something like that.” He included with a small nod.  


    After arguing with Sam about the German directions on the map, you plucked it from his hands and set it in Bucky’s lap, asking him to show you all to the nearest motel. 

    And to your luck, there was a small, run down little motel just a mile away. 

    But to your dismay, it was practically filled. 

    “All the other rooms were filled,” Bucky explained as he handed Steve a motel key. A single hotel key, might you add. “All they had was this one, but there’s only two beds.”

    The four of you were standing outside the motel room. You managed to grab some snacks and sodas from the vending machine, which you may or may not have picked the lock to get. Desperate times called for desperate measures. 

    You raised your eyebrow as you stared at the man. You weren’t shy, not at all, but you didn’t know him at all. From what you experienced earlier, he wasn’t as crazy as everyone made him out to be, but still, you were cautious. You’ll admit now, you liked how he was staring at you, but this was a mission, not one of those bachelorette series from TV.

    “That’s fine,” Steve said with a tired smile. “Let’s just get some rest. We’ll leave in the morning.”

    What Bucky failed to mention, was that the room was the smoking room, which would’ve been nice if he had given you guys a heads up. You hated how cigarettes smelled, it made you nauseous.

    The two king sized beds were covered with stiff sheets and comforters, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to shower and get whatever rest you could before tomorrow. That is, if Tony didn’t come busting in here in the middle of the night and arrest all of you.

    Steve unlocked the hotel door and opened it, immediately you were bombarded with the stench of cigarette smoke. You felt a wave of nausea hit you at full force. You covered your mouth, trying to block out the smell, but it was practically everywhere now and you couldn’t stop the bile that slowly began rising up your throat.

    You felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder and gently shake you.

    “Y/N?” he asked, the wariness was evident in his voice. “Are you alright?”

    You felt yourself heaving as you headed straight for the bathroom. You slammed the door shut with a loud boom and fell to your knees, emptying your stomach into the porcelain bowl. 

    “On second thought,” Sam called from the other side of the door. “You can have the first shower. Just please don’t puke in there either, kiddo.” 

    You let out a small groan, placing your elbows onto the toilet bowl and running your hands through your hair. How you were going to sleep in this mess was beyond you. Maybe if you slept with the window open, that would help? But given the two highly paranoid super soldiers, that was probably unlikely.

    With a small, defeated sigh, you gathered enough strength to stand and began stripping off all of your clothes. 

    You pulled back the plastic shower curtain and turned the knob, filling the room with the sounds of water cascading down the tiles. 

    This was going to be a long night. 


    “I am not sharing a bed with him!” Sam spoke, crossing his arms as he stood at the edge of the bed.

    You and Steve both let out matching groans, only yours was full of rage instead of annoyance. It was a bed, for Christ’s sake! Bucky wasn’t going to fondle him in his sleep, if that’s what he was afraid of. And Sam, bless his soul, the worst he could do was fart in his sleep, because there had been many times where the team had both witnessed and heard it happen. 

    You agrily kicked off the covers, sending them flying off of Steve in the process. You had no kind of sleeping shorts, which meant you were left only in litlte white cotton panties and one of Steve’s oversized shirts, which seemed to only cause more of a hassle. Your clothes were currently in the small washing machine down the hall, which meant you were having to borrow Steve’s, which practically went down to your thighs.

    Bucky and Steve practically had heart attacks when they came back room from their gas station run and saw you sprawled out on the bed, watching the the news channel. Steve immediately shielded his eyes, while Bucky avoided yours with any means. 

    You hastily shoved past Sam as you ripped the covers back from the second bed and plopped down with an angry sigh. You were so done with his shit. How was he allowed to be an Avenger even though he acted like a pre-teen girl? You had no clue.

    “Thank you, Y/N.” Sam sung as he settled into bed with Steve, sending you a shit eating grin and batting those eyelashes of his. You responded with a silent middle finger, one that you wished you could poke him in the eye with.

    Slowly, as time inched on, everyone began falling asleep. 

    Except for you, you were wide awake. 

    You stared up at the ceiling, watching as the ceiling fan whizzed in rapid circles. The only light was coming from the giant neon motel sign, which just so happened to be positioned right by your room. It filled the entire room with eerie purple streaks of light. 

    With a sigh, you rolled onto your side. You expected to see Bucky asleep like the others, but to your surprise, he was wide awake. And staring directly at you. 

    “Why are you awake?” you whispered to him. Your eyes were focused on his as he stared back with an unreadable expression. The way he stared at you, made you feel so vulnerable and it brought out all your insecurities.

    “I can’t sleep.” He confessed with a low voice. You felt yourself growing hot and bothered by the way his voice sounded; deep and full of sleepiness. You felt a wave of arousal grow between your legs as you watched his eyes shift to your lips.

    “We’re probably going to prison tomorrow,” you whispered, along with a bitter laugh. “You should enjoy being comfortable while you can.” His brows furrowed as he watched your reaction. You would give anything to know what he was thinking right now. Was he interested in you? Did he think you were pretty? Most men didn’t unless they were into some fetish-y type of stuff.

    “If that happens,” he said, his voice growing deeper. His eyes burning into yours. You fought your inner instincts to lean in closer to him. “I’ll take the blame for everything. This has nothing to do with you.”

    Just like that, that’s when you heard it.

    Beautiful.

    You blinked, feeling your cheeks heat up. You had never been called beautiful before, much less through someones thoughts and it scared you a bit. Here was a strange man you’ve only known for a a few hours, yet he was calling you beautiful. He was pressing all the right buttons.

    You let out a small, but obviously fake yawn. “We should try and get some sleep now,” you whispered, turning onto your opposite side. “Night, Bucky.” You were far from sleepy now, in fact, you’ve never been more awake. You felt as though every cell in your body was humming with some foreign feeling you had no idea how to express.    

    But just as you swore you were going to pull an all nighter, you felt your mind becoming fuzzy, your eyes drooping with tiredness. 

    The last thing on your mind as you felt yourself being taken away by slumber, was the word repeating one last time in your brain. 

    Beautiful. 


    - Fin!

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    frostbittemyheart  asked:

    Omfg I love coming on your blog! Makes my experience in Kpop much more fun! Can I request a Jackson scenario? Where a fight turns into sexual tension. #dadsykinks4thewin thank you kindly!

    I love you

    In trouble:

    “Jackson don’t touch me.” You snarled wrenching your wrist from the male’s grip walking into your shared house.

    “Really Y/N? You’re going to be like this?” Jackson questioned slamming the door to house kicking off his shoes.

    “You know what, screw you Jackson. Why don’t you just go find the girl you were eye fucking and talk it out with her.” You said angrily moving towards the kitchen to rummage through the fridge finding a bottle water to chug down your parched mouth. Sighing Jackson came in the same space as you balling his hands up lightly he eyed you.

    “Y/N it’s not like that and you know it.” He urged as he stare at you.

    “Really baby?” You asked blinking your eyelashes and of course he fell for it smiling lightly thinking he was off the hook.

    “Really baby girl.” He said gently pressing close to you.

    “I have words.” You said sweetly smiling. “Piss. Off.” You barked chugging the rest of the water down before you made your way towards the room down the hallway. You heard Jackson growl and punch the way before he came chasing after you into the room.

    “Don’t you dare walk away from me!” He commanded staring at your frame his own body shaking and red.

    “I do whatever I want. I don’t see anyone here who owns me.” You snapped at him moving to walk into your closet. “And quite frankly I don’t want any excuses. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight buddy.” You pushed a pillow at him starting to strip your clothes slowly.

    “Because you think I was looking at another woman?” Jackson asked with his voice raising and bless the poor neighbors if they heard you. It wasn’t the fact that Jackson had been looking at another woman shit happens and sometimes you do it. You’re human. But that was over the limit. He kept staring at her while you were talking and holding his hand. It was embarrassing to see others look at you and judge your relationship.

    “Jackson.. Please. Just get out.” You said softly pointing at the door. Voice quivering and eyes welling up you sighed softly. More than anything you felt your pride being hurt. You weren’t good enough for him. Not sexy enough and if a woman could so easily take his attention then what were you.

    “Don’t you fucking dare.” Jackson shouted. He hated seeing you cry he hated himself for what he had done. It wasn’t like she was all that, she was just different curvy like you but she wasn’t you and he knew in his heart he only wanted to be with you. But how to prove it? “Don’t you cry behind another female or male.”

    “HOW CAN I NOT?!” You yelled out tears streaking down our face as you balled up your fist tighter. “You looked at her like how you used to look at me! When did you stop caring Jackson? When did I not become enough for you? When wasn’t I sexy enough or beautiful enough to make your heart melt?! Will you leave me.. Daddy?” You said the name softly looking down at your feet as the running tears made soft dark puddle droplets beside your feet into the light brown carpet. Hearing you call him daddy broke everything in his mind. He only could focus on one thing, his cock stirring in his pants. He knew he had to make it up to you and this was step one. Sex didn’t change everything but it could make you see how needy he was for just you.

    Sighing when he didn’t answer you walked out the room wanting to leave the tension filled space but Jackson snapped out of it. Following you he roughly pushed you against the wall causing you to gasp. You were going to scream at him but he silenced you with a kiss his hands ripping at your shirt. He tore the fabric wide open causing you to gasp giving him access to your mouth. He sucked on your tongue with his own dominating the kiss as his hands shoved up your skirt. His fingers found your panties and almost tearing them he roughly moved them to the side plunging two fingers inside of your damp pussy. Jackson pulled back to eye you with intensity and need.

    “Do you really think I’d ever leave you for another fucking girl? Do you ever think I can’t fucking live without you? Huh! Your sassy ass mouth and charming ways. And let’s not forget this sweet pussy that I just love cumming in so much. You’re my princess and nobody else will fucking lay hands on you.” His words were almost a growl causing your stomach to tighten up as your pussy got wetter. He quickly gripped at your hips with one hand using his strength to lift you until he was wrapping only one of your legs around his neck and the other around his waist. Pulling back his drenched fingers he tongue fucked you sucking on your pussy harshly. Head moving side to side he made sure to run his tongue over everything once. Curving it and thrusting it rapidly against your spot causing you to cry out and pull at his hair trying to get him away from you but it didn’t work. His free hand gripped at your breast kneading the flesh one by one until he felt you tightening up on his tongue. Pulling out from you he sat you on your feet and spun you around to face the wall pinning you there. His free hand moved to yank down his zipper freeing his shaft. He kept his pants on gripping at the base of his cock to rub it up and down your dripping folds. In one go without warning he slammed into you pushing you both against the wall so that he could feel you up and you could take all of him. You cried out hands bracing on the wall for support but it didn’t last. Jackson pulled your body back a bit so that he could grab at your hips and pound into you. He growled out at how you started to scream for him, your juices sliding out of your wet cunt and onto his shaft. He spread your legs wide pressing a hand down your back making you arch so that he could angle his hips and abuse your spot. Again, and again he plowed into your pussy his hands switching from leaving bruises in your hips to grabbing at your breast and playing with them. Occasionally he slapped at them and pulled on your nipples causing you to damn near sob against the wall from the pleasure and pain. A hand drifted down to your clit and he rubbed at the bud quickly not giving you any time to prepare for his assault on your pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched more. Legs shaking you were resting your head against the wall so that you could hold yourself up in some kind of way. You couldn’t even warn Jackson of how close you were because all that left your lips were gibberish mixed in with his name but in a few more thrusts he had you shouting for mercy, cumming on his cock and going limp in his hold. Jackson pressed you back against the wall continuing to abuse your clit and fuck into you from behind slamming his hips against yours. You tried to pull away your body was sensitive and buzzing but he didn’t have that. Causing you to squirt as you came again Jackson filled you up to the brim his cock releasing long thick ropes of cum inside of you. Jackson felt his own legs buck and he held you against the wall letting both of your breathing calm down before he spoke.

    “The fact that you think I would leave you. For anyone amazes me. I may look but I know what I have, or I wouldn’t be with you. You’re an amazing woman and I was an asshole for checking her out like that. And I could blame it on being a man or I can just man up and say I’m sorry. So, I apologize and if it happens again I will take whatever repercussion you give me. But I love you Y/N. Your pussy, your body and your smart-ass mouth and attitude. You’re my world and no matter what no woman will be able to change that.” He waited for an answer but when you didn’t say anything he looked at you frowning seeing more tears.

    “I’m not crying.. You’re crying.” You teased shoving at him. “I love you too. But you’re still sleeping on the couch. After you carry me and bathe me.” You teased him but he only thrusted his hips forward wrapping his arms around your waist.

    “Or we could both stay here and fuck like rabbits until I get it right.”

    Imagine being the Daughter of these two.....

    Originally posted by harleyquinnandpuddin

    -When Harley told her Puddin she was pregnant, he was not happy. He actully growled at her to get rid of it. She got so mad at his request she walked out on him, and planned on never talking to him again. 

    -He had completely forgotten about Harley’s reasoning for leaving, convinced she left to be with another man. That was until the day you were born, when she broke her own promise and sent him on picture of you, sleeping in the nursery. 

    -It was love at first sight, and he immediately got in the lambo, speeding to the hospital, and shooting anyone who tried to stop him as he advanced towards the nursery. When he saw you laying there, he broke the glass, took you in his arms and left. He later texted Harley telling her to meet him at the condo they once shared. She was there in 15 minutes.

    -Harley was pissed that he took you, but when she saw him cradling you in his arms, looking at you with nothing but affection, all the anger melted away.

    -When you were little the duo went on less crime sprees, the dirty work was mostly left for the henchmen to do, with one of the two attending every once in a while. However it wasn’t until you were 17 that they went back to their normal routines of mischief. 

    -You were Daddy’s little monster, no matter what you wanted Joker always tried to get it for you, he even took you to the park once a week. 

    -You were Mommy’s little vexor. You defiantly had her tongue, and sense of humor. Her proudest moment was when you were six and scared a girl in your class by saying, “The voice told me to ruin your tower, since you stole my crayons.” 

    -Most of the staff at the school knew who your parents were, and not to mess with either of them. So most of the stuff you did was overlooked, and you always got good grades (Which you did earn, since you were one of the smartest kids in the class)

    -When Harley and Joker would fight, Joker would lock you in your room. They would scream and throw shit and sometimes one of them would leave. You would be sitting on your bed and listening to everything, until one of them (Normally Harley) opened the door, and scooped you into her lap to wipe your tears. 

    -Harley tried to leave with you once after a fight, you just remember seeing broken dishes on the floor, holes in the wall from gun fire, and punches, the whole house was a mess. When Joker saw her carrying you out though he sharply hissed, “Oh no no no Kitten, you aren’t taking my princess.” 

    “Oh no Mr. J I am, and you will leave us alone.” And then Harley ran from the condo, hot wired a car and drove you both to a hotel in a neighboring town. 

    -Of course Joker came looking for you both, and it was agreed after that fight, that he would be the one leaving the house if it got that bad, and Harley would stay home with you. He didn’t like the idea of an emotional Harley taking you into the dangers of Gotham without protection

    Originally posted by tentamos-ser-tumbler

    -Your mother used to tell you the story of her falling in love with Joker as a bed time story sometimes. She told it as different characters, like sometimes they were royalty, other times mythical gods, but it was always the same plot.

    -Your Father told you tales of his crimes for bed, sparing no detail from them. He left nothing out, and enjoyed how when he talked about killing people your eyes would light up slightly. He also told you his adventures with Batman, but those were only told when Harley was in the room with him. (His bedtime stories were your little secrets)

    -Everyone in your school was scared to be friends with you, mostly because you were the princess of Gotham, and everyone knew that your parents would not hesitate killing them if they didn’t like the kid, or hurt you. 

    -Your first boyfriend refused to take you on a date, because he was embarrassed that he agreed to date you. 

    -When he shared this with you, you decked him. The impact of your fist to his face left a bruise over his eye, then proceeded to bruise, cut and bloody the rest of his face. You went home that day with bruised knuckles, an attitude, and a 3 day suspension. Joker had never been prouder.

    -You wore the shortest, most low cut dress to your prom, courtesy of Harley, who also did your makeup and hair. Joker protested at first however you interjected, “My father is the most scary man in Gotham, trust me, no boy, or girl or professor wants to fuck with me.” 

    -Just to ease his fears, you hid a small pistol in your bra. Harley laughing slightly when you pulled the small weapon from your black lace bra. 

    -You once told Joker you hated him while arguing. He was so offended he left the house for three weeks. When he came back you ran into his arms, tears running down your face as you apologized. He forgave you

    -You always had quiet nights in on your birthday, even though Joker always wanted to throw you the largest parties. 

    -Most times you would retire the normal action movie for a comedy movie, and the condo would quickly fill with the evil laughter of all three of you. 

    -Joker would still carry you to bed if you were to fall asleep on the couch, or in their bed, even when you were a teenager. He also would tuck you in and when you woke up, you always found a red lipstick shape on your head. It was proof of the rare affection your father would show.

    -Harley always let you dye your hair crazy colors, and she would do your makeup and nails whenever she had free time.

    Originally posted by mysparklinginsanity

    -When you were 17 you became the new villain of Gotham. Of course your parents had no idea, and you never planned on them finding out. 

    -That was until your father ran into you while on a heist. His normal smile feel as he growled deeper then he ever had, “Car…now”

    -When you got home your father called for Harley and told her everything. Harley just smiled and gave you a high five, for keeping up the family name. Joker was furious.

    -So he accepted the fact that you were now a villain, and soon started inviting you on his heist,

    -Even though both of your parents were certifiably insane, and the most wanted couple in Gotham, you would have wanted no one else in the city to be your parents. 

    Not So Boring (Riverdale & Teen Wolf) ~ Jughead Jones

    “Isaac get off of me!”


    “What do you mean you idiot?


    You’re on top of me!”


    “Am not!”


    “Am to!”


    “Not!”


    “To!”


    “Would you two both shut up before I scream!” I finally yelled, hushing the two dorks I call my best friends immediately as they thought to my banshee scream that I shared with my cousin Lydia.


    Luckily, Stiles and Isaac stopped arguing verbally at my threat, but continued jabbing each other in the ribs, which ended up jabbing me considering all three of us were tucked into a very small space…other wise known as a dumpster.


    Long story short, Scott heard about some weird stuff going in on this town called Riverdale, and while he was touring his college choices, he sent Isaac, Stiles, and I to the small town to figure out what was going on, and more specifically what was behind it.


    I blamed Stiles for all this considering whenever something strange or out of place happens, the Stilinski boy’s mind instantly jumps to the land of the supernatural bring the cause. And Scott, of course has to be Save-Everyone-McCall, even if they live on another freaking planet…or in this case, a really boring town.


    Back to the dumpster situation, we needed somewhere to hide that was close enough to the scene of the crime where Jason Blossom was murdered, apparently by the supernatural. The plan was to hide out in here, then have Isaac use his super-hearing to clue us in one what was going on.


    “What do you hear?” Stiles whispers after a few seconds of Isaac homing in on his werewolf powers causing the Lahey boy to glare at the human.


    “The sound of my fist about to collide with your face.” He replied venomously, before getting back to business. “They’re saying something about how the cause of death wasn’t drowning, but a gunshot, right between the eyes.”


    I sighed, leaning my head against the rusty wall of the dumpster. We had come all the way out here for nothing.


    “It could still be supernatural.” Stiles tried to add in optimistically, causing me to turn and send a death glare his way, causing him to take a gulp in fear.


    “What kind of supernatural creature uses a gun?” Isaac growled through his teeth.


    “One with guns for hands?” Stiles suggested, though he knew he was screwed.


    “You know what?” I sighed, “The both of you just shut up, and let’s get out of this boring little town.”


    Stiles and Isaac nodded, opening up the lid of the dumpster before all of us hopped out and landed on the sandy ground.


    “You’ve got a little something right..” Stiles trailed off as he reached up to grab something from my hair, but stopped short as he noticed something behind me. “Oh, hi.”


    I turned on my heels to see a boy our age with a strange beanie on his head, and a camera around his neck, standing a few feet away. I had to admit he was pretty cool, in a kind of creepy-way.


    Isaac pushed his shoulder against mine to bring me back to the real world, probably so I could explain to the guy why he had just seen three strangers climbing out of a dumpster.


    The guy looked at me, his green eyes shining, “You’re not from here.”


    I nodded, “Nope. We’re here to find the killer.”


    The boy studied me for a moment before speaking again, “I’m Jughead. Jughead Jones.”


    Stiles snorted from my left, “Strange name.”


    Isaac rolled his eyes, “Coming from the guy who goes by Stiles. And don’t get me started on your real name, Mi-” Isaac was cut off by Stiles running at him pathetically.


    “Don’t you dare, wolf boy!”


    I rolled my eyes at the two boys fighting in the background, “Don’t mind them, they’re idiots. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”


    Jughead smirked slightly, “Well, (Y/N) welcome to Riverdale.”

    I smiled lightly, maybe this town wasn’t so boring after all.

    ~~~~

    “Wait. Did he say wolf boy?”


    “Stiles!”