hands on own cheeks

Two weeks. They had only been together for two weeks before people had found out.

 Draco paused before the entrance to the Great Hall and pressed his forehead against the cool stone wall. He could do this. So everyone knew that he was dating Harry Potter. So what? He had ignored the sneers when he had returned to Hogwarts for his 8th year, he had suffered through the occasional hex and had pointedly ignored any waspish comments that had floated his way. Somehow, he had endured all of this with his chin up and a disinterested look on his face.

He straightened determinedly, took a deep breath and walked in. Keeping his eyes on the wall above the Slytherin table, he still couldn’t miss how the noise of people chattering tapered off. Undeterred, he marched on. Pansy and Blaise, who had their heads close together in conversation, looked up. They glanced quickly at one another and then slid apart making space for Draco. He didn’t let the relief show on his face. Pansy was smart enough to wait until he was settled in and had filled his plate before asking, “Really, Draco? You didn’t think to tell us before we found out from a shrieking Weasley?”

Draco huffed out a sigh. “Of course I did. When we were ready you were the first people I was going to tell. It’s not my fault Weasley and Granger had the same idea we did and happened upon our broom closet.”

After giving him a searching look Pansy nodded, satisfied. She leaned in and whispered, “Tell us how it happened.”

Sneering, Draco was about to tell her to mind her own business when a hand fell on the back of his neck. He turned and found himself mouth to mouth with Harry. Whistles and cheers, and a few other less pleasant sounds, rose from around them. Panic rose thickly up his throat. He used both hands to shove Harry off of him. “What are you doing, Potter?” he whispered harshly.

Harry was looking rather taken aback and more than a little confused. He glanced at the surrounding Slytherins who were all watching with interest. Clearing his throat he answered, “I came to say good morning. I thought that since everyone knows..” He trailed off. The uncertainty in his bright green eyes made Draco uneasy, but he couldn’t ignore the panic he felt or the blush blooming on his cheeks.

“So because they know we are seeing each other it’s alright for you to maul me in front of everyone?” Draco asked.

A hint of amusement lit in Harry’s eyes. “Maul? Really, Draco. By now you should be able to tell the difference between a chaste kiss and when I’m trying to maul you.”

There were snickers around the table and a delighted laugh from Pansy. She moved over and patted the seat between her and Draco. “Potter, please do sit and tell us more.”

Draco made a choking noise. “I think that’s rather too much already. Potter, why are you sitting down?”

Harry reached for some toast and buttered it. “I’m having breakfast with my boyfriend.” He looked around at the many Slytherins still staring at him. He tilted his head to the side and added, “And all of Slytherin apparently.” More snickers.

This was too much. Far too much. And when Harry extended his hand for Draco to take a bite of his toast, he couldn’t believe it. He looked down at the toast and up at Harry again. Harry raised an eyebrow. “I am not eating toast from your hand, Potter!” Draco sneered.

Harry sighed, put the toast down and turned to face him. “What’s wrong?”

Draco huffed and looked down at his untouched plate. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure? Is it because I mentioned mauling and didn’t follow through? Because tonight-”

Horrified, Draco could do nothing but cover his eyes with a hand and weakly say, “Harry..”

Which, thankfully, was enough to shut him up.

With a sigh, Pansy offered. “Purebloods aren’t very affectionate in public, Potter. Or possibly at all, I really couldn’t say for sure since I don’t think I have even seen my parents kiss.”

There was a drawn out silence and Draco couldn’t take it anymore. He lowered his hand to find Harry was staring at Pansy in shock. He looked at Draco and quickly shuttered his expression. “Right. Sorry. I guess we didn’t really have time to prepare for this.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll just go back to the Gryffindor table.”
“No!” Draco said. “I don’t want you to leave. Just.. behave?” He smiled tentatively and was relieved when Harry grinned at him before he resumed eating.

One month later.

Harry watched Draco roll his eyes at Ron. They were sitting in the Three Broomsticks on a Saturday night with Ron, Hermione, Pansy and Blaise. Looking back at the past month, Harry couldn’t believe how smoothly it had gone and how well everyone was getting on. After that first awful morning when he had kissed Draco in the Great Hall, Harry had learned to keep his hands to himself when they weren’t alone. He was enormously relieved to find out that Draco still wanted to spend as much time as possible together in and out of their rooms. He was not embarrassed that people knew that they were together; he just did not want people to see them being intimate.

Something that Harry, several times a day, thought was a great pity. In fact, he was thinking it right this very second as he watched his beautiful boyfriend smirk at Hermione and that now familiar feeling rushed through him and all he wanted to do was kiss those smirking lips. Draco glanced at him and he must have had a dopey smile on his face because he saw the smirk fall away as Draco gave a soft smile meant just for him. The feeling grew along with Harry’s smile and he knew he should tell Draco that he loved him soon.

“Harry, Mrs Weasley wants to know if you’ll be having Christmas with us at the Burrow. She says she asked Ron to ask you ages ago, but we both figured he hadn’t said anything yet.” Hermione said, eyeing Ron who was sheepishly avoiding her gaze.

Harry laughed and quickly looked at Draco who was watching him carefully. Turning back to Hermione he answered, “I haven’t actually thought about Christmas yet. I’ll be sure to let you know my plans soon.” There was warmth and pressure on the side of his leg as Draco scooted closer to him on the bench. Harry glanced up but Draco was focused on the Butterbeer that he was busy sipping.

The conversation continued and Harry was laughing at Pansy’s impression of Filch when he felt warm fingers on his wrist. He looked down at his lap underneath the table and saw Draco’s pale hand flip over his own and intertwine their fingers. Looking up, he found Draco engaged in a potions conversation with Hermione. The only proof he had that Draco’s hand hadn’t acted of its own volition was the pink staining Draco’s cheeks. He recovered rather slowly but managed to rip his eyes away from Draco and look around the table to see if anyone else had noticed. They hadn’t. Nobody questioned the big goofy grin that stole across his features when Draco squeezed his hand either. He risked another glance at Draco and their eyes met. Draco’s cheeks were becoming pinker and he rolled his eyes at Harry, but Harry still saw the quirk of his lips.

“Wait,” Pansy interrupted them loudly. “Are you two holding hands under the table?”

Harry’s smile vanished and he made to let go of Draco’s hand, but Draco held on.
“Yes, Pansy. We are holding hands. So what?” He drawled.

“No, I don’t mean it like it’s a bad thing, Draco. I was just surprised. What made you change your mind?” she asked.

Harry was also particularly interested in this answer. He watched as Draco’s blush deepened. “Well, I thought about it and I don’t really understand why purebloods are so opposed to showing affection. The only thing I could think of was that a lot of the marriages are arranged, so maybe there was no affection there.”

Hermione was smiling and nodding at Draco while Pansy looked pensive. Blaise on the other hand, was grinning slyly. “So, Draco.” He started. ”You finally decided there was nothing wrong with showing the world that you’re in love?”

Everyone was silent, so Harry could clearly hear his heart thumping in his chest. He watched as Draco chewed on his bottom lip, face aflame. Slowly he turned to Harry, his grey eyes cautious but full. “Yes,” he cleared his throat. “I did.”

And finally, Harry got to kiss his boyfriend in front of other people. And he did. Thoroughly. Even when their friends started to laugh and groan. Draco was laughing against his mouth when he pulled away and said, “Thank Merlin, because I have a lot to show.”

– AN I’ve changed accounts in order to make my Drarry/fanfiction account my primary! Please follow https://deathbyfanfictioning.tumblr.com/ instead! Haven’t deleted all my old stuff (will be changing all future content to the same as this one) but will make sure there is more Drarry and other fandom love on there soon :) -xxx-
1. I’m scared. I’m scared that everything I felt for you will never go away and I’m scared that I made our love story up in my head. I know I’m a bit of an exaggerater and I like the pain, but I’m sick of waking up to a bloody mouth every morning. I can’t stop biting my tongue in my sleep, but it’s the only way to keep me from screaming your name in the middle of the night.
2. I take every chance I get to wish for your name to pop up on my phone. But I wish for a lot more than just that. I wish I would have answered your call. I wish I would have asked you to lay down with me. I wish you wouldn’t have left.
3. I’m suffocating in my own skin. I can’t breathe without feeling your hand on my cheek, your lips on mine, your head on my shoulder. They say it takes two weeks for your skin cells to replace themselves, but it’s been two months and I can still feel you.
4. Sometimes I think that if I had seen you one more time, things would be different. Maybe I’d be falling asleep to the sound of your voice on the phone instead of choking on my tears. Maybe I’d be sneaking out to kiss you goodnight instead of sneaking out to kiss a stranger so I could forget you. Maybe you wouldn’t have left.
—  I know heartbreak hurts, but I didn’t think it would be this bad
There’s My Girl (Tom Holland Imagine)

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

request: “Would you mind writing an imagine where tom comes home late to find the reader asleep in the office from studying and so he carries the reader up the stairs and they wake up in his arms and it’s just cute and fluffy and leads to cuddling or something?? Thank you so much!!!! Love your writing btw!!” (requested by anon)

short summary: ^^

length: 941 words

warnings: none

A/N: just a quick/short little thing, i was feeling a bit inspired last night tbh sorry it’s shit (also ik i’m doing requests out of order i’m also sorry for that too)


Tom had had a particularly long day, as both of his flights back home had been delayed for several hours each. He was a bit peeved considering how excited he was to see you earlier in the day and take you out for dinner, but those plans came to a halt seeing as it was currently 2:15AM.

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BTS Reaction to You Flinching During an Argument

Requested by Anonymous, “bts reacts to you flinching? ive seen this one a lot but i want to know how my favorite writer will have this down ((:”


Jin ➳ He didn’t mean it at all, the words slipping from his lips and his tone maximizing as each second passed by wasn’t what he had intended to happen, and especially when you clenched your eyes shut as he had hastily grabbed onto your shoulder — he instantly felt despair wash him over as his limb was quickly retracted. “No, no, no” he quickly said, eyes painted in a thin layer of mist as he gulped, “I could never bring you physical pain, you believe me, yeah?”

You didn’t respond, looking away as you bit your lip whilst sniffling; and when his hand reached up slowly above your frame, it froze, wondering if the moment he decided to lay a finger on you, your image would disappear like the ripples erupting inside the sea.

Originally posted by akaishinkirou


Suga ➳ He was cold, black wispy bangs covering his obsidian orbs like a sheer curtain, but, you could still see the gems gleaming in lividity as his impassive tone was soon laced with a ferocious growl, and even though he had only threw his hand up in the air to point towards the direction the man that had confessed to you had walked down after trying to kiss you inside your own home, you stagger in fear of being hit by the swinging arm — soon landing on your bottom as you let out a weak cry.

“Babe, I'm–” but he stopped, only staring to you in remorse as he believed it wasn’t his place to apologize, wondering how he could have let the argument go so far to the point that you believed he could hurt you.

Originally posted by yoongiyi


J-Hope ➳ It was just a teeny fragment that had chipped from his heart the moment a teardrop of translucent crystals had slithered a trail down your skin, but when you had brought up both arms to hug your face when he had only took a step forward; his heart blasted, immediately causing the man to burst into silent tears. Using the sleeve of his shirt, he wiped the tears away because he knew he didn’t deserve to cry or try to explain himself, yet, his emotions still spoke for him.

“Do you really think that little of me?” He cracked out, reaching over hesitantly as he pulled you into his chest, his other hand lifting your chin up to lock eyes with him, “never will I hurt the one I love, (y/n), never.”

Originally posted by d-boy93


RapMonster“Please!” He yelled, turning to you in a frenzy as you stood at the door with an expression slowly morphing into sadness, “just get out!”

He didn’t know what had overcame him, he didn’t even realize when he had abruptly got up from his revolving chair just to charge towards you and before he could softly push you out from the bedroom, you had squeaked as you nearly toppled over your own footing as he quickly grasped your arm, apologizing to Namjoon in fear that he would hurt you and he knew it. He was heartbroken, letting go of you in the speed of light as he knew he couldn’t trust his own self, slapping his cheeks with his hands to calm his feelings down.

“I would never lay a finger on you,” he muttered, “the day I do, I’d be way past dead.”

Originally posted by just-namjooned


Jimin ➳ It was just a small, stupid argument over something so innocent, yet, he had let his jealousy get the better of him. He wasn’t yelling, only laughing sadistically as he looked to the floor with his fingers softly tapping the marble kitchen table and a small smirk adorning his features which scared you to bits. His kind demeanor was nowhere in sight, and when his head snapped towards your build with his fist slamming against the table and making you yelp — his eyes widened once your back stumbled into the wall just to get away from him.

“I’m sorry.” His whispered, quickly walking away because he knew he was in the wrong, and he also knew he didn’t want to see the expression you made ever again because that was enough to nearly burst his heart in pain and regret.

Originally posted by jinmini


V ➳ He saw the tears trickling down your skin, he noticed the way your pupils blasted with terror but he didn’t care, his anger painted him in colors so morbid that the moment he took a step closer to you, you couldn’t help but raise your arms up in defense as you flinched away. It was in a matter of seconds that the lone gesture had him apologizing immediately, quickly walking away from you to cool down and try to erase the image that would soon haunt him in his dreams.

“I love you, you know that, right?” He whispered into the spacey room later that night, slowly pulling you into his chest. Digging his face into your neck, he pressed a soft kiss as he waited for you to slowly fall into slumber.


Jungkook ➳ He was boiling with rage, his anger threatening to scald you as your yelling only further cackled the fire simmering the large pot of water that was slowly evaporating into thin air. Here he was slamming his fists onto the table, against the walls and once he stepped towards your frame as his hand reached for your shoulders — you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut as a tear slid down your cheek.

Jungkook froze, previous emotions flying from his mind as his heart began to shatter in many pieces, quickly pulling you into a hug and running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry,” he said, and although you could only laugh at the situation, his arms tightened around you, “I would never hurt you, please, believe me..”

Originally posted by kookiesforjimin


Masterlist

so i was thinking how much people seemed to overlook Lance listening to music in season 1 may or may not be because i always do the same and then this popped out. This takes place sometime during season two. (WC: 1208)


Keith lays down in bed, curling himself against Lance’s side, who is putting on Pidge’s headphones. He breathes in, relishing in the scent of pure Lance

They’re in “Lance’s” room, but in all honesty, it’s both of theirs. Their clothes are both here, they both sleep here, they both brush their teeth and shower here. It’s theirs, and that little word change has never made his heart flutter so often.

But there’s only one thing that Keith is really thinking about. The one thing he always thinks about before they go to bed.

“Hey, Lance?” says Keith, wrapping an arm around Lance’s bare waist.

Lance pauses mid-motion. “Yeah?”

“Why do you always wear those in bed?” asks Keith. He lifts his head, resting his chin on Lance’s chest to face him.

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Secret Admirer

Note: I’ve been sick so I haven’t been able to get too many requests done. but I really enjoyed writing this! I do hope you like it! feedback is welcome! thanks for the request, sweetie .c

Request: Bucky gets jealous and protective when he finds out that a man has been showering you, his wife, with gifts and presents and letters and confronts that man :-D

Originally posted by caps-bucky


If one thing about Bucky was for certain: he despises another male giving you attention. He spent years and years believing nobody could ever love him, and he’d be damned if he let another man swoop in and steal you away, the one who loves him dearly. Though, countless times you’ve assured Bucky that he’s the only man you have eyes on, and you’d never leave him, he was still protective of you. 


Bucky was startled out of his deep slumber early in the morning, to find the postman holding a bouquet of roses, asking for him to sign for them. His stomach twisted and his eyes squinted at the brightly colored flowers.  

“Are you sure this is the right address? I didn’t order flowers.” Bucky always hand picked your flowers, never bought, except on special occasions. You preferred handpicked, enjoying the special meaning behind them a lot more than a floral shop arrangement. But sometimes Bucky would surprise you. This was not one of those times.

The postman nodded and gave Bucky a friendly smile. “Yep! Y/N Y/L/N still lives here, right?” The postman asks, noticing Bucky’s eyes flitting back and forth across his face. “What’s it to you?” Bucky snaps, angrily taking the vase from the postman’s hand.

The postman’s eyes widen and he stands there, shocked. “Just making sure. The floral shop has no time for mistakes.” He said before turning on his heel and rushing away to finish his route.

Bucky sighed heavily as he looked for a note attached to the roses. He wanted to throw them away, maybe even stomp on them and hunt the asshole down and give him a piece of his mind. But instead, he waited patiently for you to finish showering before he acted on his emotions.

He sat them on the kitchen island in your shared apartment, wracking his brain as to who would send you, his wife, such an intimate gift. It couldn’t have been someone from your family; sadly so, you lost connections after being recruited. The guys on the team knew better to pull a prank like this; trying to woo his woman, they knew he’d stop at nothing to make sure every last flower was shoved so far up-

“Ooo, pretty!” Your voice rang through the kitchen as you skipped over to Bucky. Bucky’s heart sank at the sound of the excitement coming from your pretty mouth he loves to kiss so much. “Bucky, you shouldn’t have!” You smiled brightly, leaning over to him and placing a kiss to his cheek.

He frowned at your reaction, knowing how happy you got anytime he ever got you flowers. “I didn’t.” Bucky mumbled with a frown, his tired eyes falling to your hand on his arm. Your eyebrows creased with confusion. Your eyes scanned the bouquet, searching for a card as you twisted the vase around. Only then did you realize there wasn’t one.

“Well, who would’ve sent me these?” You asked softly, nobody coming to mind. Bucky shrugged and you tapped your fingers against the kitchen island. “I don’t like this.” Bucky grumbled before getting off the seat and pacing the kitchen.

You sighed and almost rolled your eyes at him, but even this confused you. “Well, why don’t I take them to the little old lady down the street later?” You offered with a small smile, wanting to get these away from Bucky before the vase was thrown into the wall. Or worse, into the head of the person that sent them.

Bucky nodded and looked over at you, his heart warming at the sight of your still wet hair and bright eyes. He never understood how someone could look so beautiful without even trying. So no, he was not about to let someone else see you this way.

You walked over to him and pulled him into you, your arms wrapping around his waist. Bucky held you close and he pressed his lips on the top of your head. His metal hand grasped at your shirt, the desperation to keep you in his arms evident in his actions. “I know you’re worrying. Don’t.” You whispered, looking up at Bucky, your chin resting on his torso.

His hand caressed your cheek and you smiled, causing one of his own to form on his lips.


It had been a week since the flower situation. Bucky didn’t dwell on it, but he was still alert when the postman would stop by. Bucky had been gone all morning, meeting up with Steve for the day. You were lounging around at home, working on a painting for your local art class, before you heard the doorbell ring.

You smiled and set down your paintbrush, wiping the paint on your hands onto your smock. You ran to the door and half expected to see Bucky, but knew he wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, and you were met with the postman.

“Hi Charlie!” You said with a smile, taking your letters from his outstretched hand. Charlie then pulled out a box, handing it to you. “What’s this?” You asked, inspecting the small box. “Not sure, sweetie. Sign here.” He said with a smile, offering you his pen and his clipboard. You quickly signed for the box and waved to Charlie before going back inside.

The box felt light and didn’t have any information on it except for your address. Placing the letters in the small mail slot near your door, you examined the box, lifting it to your ear as you gently shook it.

You couldn’t hear anything so you went to the kitchen to carefully open it with a knife. Light blue gift paper stuck out as you lifted the flaps open and you creased your eyebrows. This paper looks familiar.

You pulled it out and gasped, seeing a Tiffany & Co. business card on top of a light blue box with white satin ribbon tied around it, a bow sitting on the lid. You grasped the box and opened it, seeing a bracelet catching the sunlight through the windows, shining brightly in a ray of rainbow colors.

“Who are you?” You whispered. First the roses and now an expensive piece of jewelry? You had no clue who would be sending you things like this. You were sure Bucky was going to freak out after seeing this. Gently placing the bracelet back inside of the box, you left it there so you could finish painting.

A few hours passed, and you had finished your project. The door suddenly opened, heavy boots being taken off made you smile.

Bucky stepped into view and you squealed, running up to him. You always felt so happy when he got home. “Bucky!” You giggled, running straight into his arms. Bucky chuckled and caught you, twirling you around before capturing your lips with his.

You smiled into the kiss as Bucky held you closer. He smelled like shampoo and aftershave from his shower this morning, with a hint of vanilla. Bucky set you down and held your cheeks in his hands, smiling down at you.

“You’ve got paint in your hair.” Bucky said with a laugh, his fingers trying to clean it off. You flapped his hands away and giggled. You suddenly remembered the little box you got earlier and you gasped. “Oh yeah! A box came today.” You said, walking away from Bucky. His demeanor changed immediately, jealousy and anger settling into his chest.

“What is it? Who is it from? Did they leave a note?” He bombarded you with questions as he ganged up on your heels into the kitchen. You grabbed the box and opened it, getting the bracelet out again.

You held it out for Bucky to see and he looked at it, his eyebrows creasing. “Okay, this it getting out of hand already. I’m gonna find this punk and give him a piece of my mind.” Bucky growled, taking the bracelet from you. “This is the last fucking straw!“ He yelled, his loud voice echoing through the hallway before he turned into the living room.

You sighed and looked up at him. “Bucky, it could be harmless.” You explained, trying to catch up to Bucky as he turned away from you, his shoulders visibly tensing. He scoffed and shook his head. “Harmless? Another man is sending you gifts, Y/N!” Bucky exclaimed, turning to you and you got into the room.

Another sigh fell from your lips and you walked over to Bucky, pulling him into your arms. He stood still, his hand gripping tightly onto the bracelet. “I will figure out who this is, and I can’t promise I’ll be nice about it.” Bucky grumbled, his arms moving to wrap around your shoulders.


It’s been two weeks now and you’ve received another bouquet of roses and another piece of expensive jewelry, without a note of who it could be from. Bucky made many attempts at tracking the person down, but you hoped they would stop before he could hurt someone.

Suddenly, you heard the postman at the door. You rushed to the door, beating Bucky to it so he wouldn’t take any of this out on someone innocent. Luckily he was still in the kitchen. You opened the door and smiled at the postman, asking him how his morning has been so far.

“Rather lovely! Here’s your mail!” Charlie said with a chipper voice, his hand holding a few letters out to you. You took them with a smile and said goodbye. Charlie returned your smile before heading back down the walkway, his bag slung over his shoulder.

You shifted through the letters as you walked back inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Most of the letters were simple bills, but a purple colored envelope with your name written in cursive on it caught your attention.

You were nervous to open it, you never really got any letters from anyone personally. You used to when you first became an Avenger, but now, it was rare. Maybe this was one of those times. You only hoped so, so Bucky wouldn’t freak out. But as you opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, your eyes raking down the message, your accusations were wrong.

Bucky walked in with an unreadable expression as he crossed over and behind you, looking down at the letter over your shoulder.

Dear Y/N, I hope you’ve enjoyed the gifts! I was scared to face you, but I’d like to meet up with you! If it’s okay with you, you can meet me at-” Bucky ripped the letter from your hands as he read the address and he laughed. “Is this idiot serious right now!?” He shouted as he stared down at you. You gave him a small shrug.

Whoever wrote the letter wanted you to meet them at noon at some coffee shop. “Bucky, please, don’t do anything you’ll regret.” You pleaded, looking up at a rather angry man. Bucky’s jaw clenched and he slipped on his baseball cap.

“I don’t know who this is, you are not coming with me. It could be a trap and they could hurt you, they could-” Bucky rushed and you quickly stepped onto your toes and shut him up with a kiss. “I’m going with you. I’ll be okay.” You said with a small smile.

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed heavily. He looked back at you and shook his head gently. “I swear, he’s dead.” Bucky grumbled, grabbing your hand and making his way to the destination.

You took your time looking around the city, the sun shining brightly and a few birds flying around every now and then. Other than all of this, it was a nice day out. As you walked towards the coffee shop, you saw a familiar face standing outside, the man looking down at his watch.

You gasped as you realized who it was. It was your art partner, Riley. Was he the one that was sending you all of those gifts? “No way.” You whispered, catching Bucky’s attention. “Is that him?” Bucky asked as he caught sight of the man and immediately bolted towards him. “Hey! Punk!” Bucky yelled out, his metal hand whirring as he tightened his fist.

Riley’s head snapped towards you and Bucky, his eyes widening just in time for Bucky to lunge at him. Bucky grabbed Riley by his shirt and lifted him off of the ground. “So you’re the guy that’s been sending my wife gifts and love letters!?” Bucky yelled at Riley, moving to shove him against the brick building.

You stood back as you watched, your heart racing fast. “Bucky!” You yelled after him, noticing a few people slowly walk by as they took in the scene. The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to end up on the news channel for lashing out on someone in the public eye, so you knew you had to do something.

Rushing over to Bucky, you grabbed his arm. He was breathing heavily as he dropped Riley to the ground. Riley was pretty shaken up and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. “Bucky, let me talk to him. He’s from my art class.“ You said softly, moving to help Riley up. Bucky scoffed and looked at you bewildered. “Are you serious, Y/N!?” Bucky yelled out.

Riley stood back up and looked between you and Bucky. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. I didn’t mean any harm. She never mentioned a boyfriend.” Riley explained nervously. You let out a sigh. “I told you about Bucky, remember? He’s my husband.” You said, moving towards Bucky again. He pulled you into his side protectively.

Riley’s eyebrows creased. “I’ve never seen a ring.” He commented. You lifted up your left hand, the diamond shining in the sunlight. A soft ‘oh’ fell from his lips. Bucky pushed you behind him as he walked forward. Riley took a cautious step backward. “Listen, man, it’s only a misunderstanding.” He squeaked, holding his hands up.

Bucky snarled at him and turned back to you, quickly pulling you away without another word. You didn’t dare look back at Riley, no matter how bad you felt. He was really nice and welcomed you into the art class with a warm gesture. But you never thought he’d be your secret admirer.

You never wore your ring to art class after the first day, you almost had it snagged off by your smock. Bucky was silent most of the way home and you weren’t sure what to say. He left your side as soon as you stepped into the door, and went straight to the bedroom.

You followed after him, watching him closely. Bucky didn’t look angry anymore. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes held a sadness you’ve never seen before.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly as you moved to stand in front of Bucky. His head was hanging low and he shook it, his hair framing his face under his cap. You lifted his chin up with your finger and looked into his eyes. “Talk to me, baby.” You whispered, noticing his blue eyes had grown a light shade of grey.

Bucky sighed and moved his hands to your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin. “It’s just-the thought of someone else feeling how I feel about you-it scares me.” Bucky mumbled, leaning into your hand on his cheek. You smiled gently and took off his cap, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, come on, I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.” You said, pressing more kisses to his face.

After a few more, Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled you onto him and fell onto his back on the mattress as you straddled him. You looked down at Bucky, letting your noses graze one another’s in an eskimo kiss. “You know I love you, James.” You said, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Even when you’re jealous.” You added with a sly smirk.

Bucky pulled you closer, his metal hand keeping you in place. “I love you, too. Wait- no, I am not jealous.” He deadpanned, a hint of truth behind his words. You giggled and kissed his lips. You pulled away too soon for his liking and he groaned, rubbing his hands along your lower back. “You are.” You said, kissing his lips again.

“Am not.” Kiss. “Are too.” Kiss. “Am not.” Kiss. “Fuck, can you blame me?” Bucky asked as he rolled on top of you, moving his hands underneath your shirt. You smiled and let out a breathy giggle. “Just kiss me.” You whispered, pulling him down by his collar. “Gladly.” He mumbled against your lips.

Note: yikes, I hope this doesn’t suck! .c

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A concept: Yuuri affectionately calling Victor “Vitya” while being tickled and pinned to the bed. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is messy, and he can’t stop laughing no matter how hard he tries. Victor kisses his cheek as his fiancé’s hands playfully push on his own. He thinks of how far they’ve come since they’d met so many years ago, how glad he is that they’re comfortable with each other and that his overwhelming, unconditional love is requited.

Reliable

Originally posted by alinok

► Summary: Jughead has been the reader’s best friend for three years. One day, during a biology study session, the true bond between them both will see the light (I know I’m terrible at doing summarys)

► Pair: Jughead Jones x Reader

►  Word Count: 1,071

► Warnings: Mentions of death

More Jughead Jones x reader HERE


“Do you trust me?” the question left your lips as a sweet and soft whisper. Jughead remained silent but he nodded with his head.

 ~~ 

After a hard, boring and usual day at the Riverdale high school you and your friend Jughead walked to your home for a study session.

Of course Pop’s was the first option but the football team was there celebrating last night’s victory and you both didn’t want to hear and stand them more than you had to at school.

It really started as a study session because of the enormous tone of pages you have to study for that exam the biology teacher decided to put from one day to another, but the books and pens were left aside when suddenly Jug asked about you and your aunt’s relationship and how it was going.

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BTS REACTION to S/O trying to act cute but accidentally turns them on

Jin

Jin wasn’t giving you any attention as he talked to the members instead of you. You didn’t mind him bonding with them, but when it got to the point of him ignoring you? That’s when you started to mind. You pouted, planning to act cute just to get his attention. You knew he loved it when you tried to act cute. You gave him a small pout, your eyes wide as you sat on his lap. He was taken aback by your action, his focus no longer on the conversation in front of him. He wrapped his arms around you as you started to act cute, making small noises as you twisted in his lap. He grunted, quickly leaning towards you to grip your hips so they stopped moving around. He rested his head on your shoulder, and you gave him a confused look as you stopped trying to act cute. He bit your shoulder, making you gasp in surprise as you realized why he made you stop moving your hips.

“Your cute noises reminded me too much of last time I fucked you so good.. And your wiggling hips aren’t helping, baby.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi

You wanted to dress up as a cute school girl for halloween and wanted to show him your new outfit. He only nodded his head once, not really paying attention as he continued to work on a new track. You smiled widely, changing into the outfit. The skirt was a little short, and the shirt showed off a little bit of your stomach, but you didn’t think much of it as you put your hair up in a ponytail. You sighed, calling for Yoongi to turn around in his chair. He obilged, planning to only give you a quick glance before returning back to his work after he complimented you. But once he caught sight of you in that short skirt, he could only imagine what was underneath it all. Your knee high socks only topped it all off, making him shift in his seat slightly. You asked if he liked it, giving him a twirl as you smiled innocently. He groaned when he saw that the skirt lifted up more, showing your ass perfectly. He tapped his thigh, biting his lip as he tugged on the hem of your skirt, pulling you towards him.

“You look good, kitten. But I think you would look better riding me while I pull that ponytail of yours and fuck you senseless.”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Namjoon

You stared at him with wide eyes, smiling innocently. At first, he thought nothing of it, just admiring how cute and pretty you looked. You grabbed the grapes from the counter, placing it between your lips and telling Namjoon to look. You sucked in the grape as it made a weird sucking noise as you laughed. You chewed the grape, still smiling innocently. But the sucking sound made him think of last nights events where you gave him a blowjob, and him cumming in your mouth while you moaned. You sweet giggles weren’t helping either as you stood there, about to grab another grape to make that sucking noise. It was supposed to be a cute moment, and you only then noticed that Joon wasn’t laughing at how ‘cute’ you were trying to be. You pouted, watching as his eyes darkened when you walked towards him and placed yourself on his knee whil looking at him. His arms immediately wrapped around you, resting his head on your shoulder before kissing your neck softly.

“Those sucking sounds you were making were just too good, kitten.”

Originally posted by slapmon

Hoseok

You were playing with Hoseok’s hair as he laid himself on your chest. He loved falling asleep in your arms while you held him and ran your fingers through his hair. He hummed softly in appreciation, and you smiled as you looked down at him. He looked so perfect; with closed eyes and pouty lips. Suddenly, though, you pulled at his hair too tightly when trying to cutely poke his nose with your other hand. He growled, his eyes immediately shooting open to look up at you. Your eyes went wide as you started to apologize, saying that you didn’t mean to tug that hard. He ignored your apologies as he leaned himself up so that he was hovering over you, kissing you sloppily. Your eyes went wide, before you started to hastily kiss him back. You pulled at his hair again, causing another low growl to escape his throat. He bit your bottom lip, making you gasp as he slid his tongue in your mouth, making sure you felt every aspect of him. He wanted to taste you, feel you. When you pulled at his hair, it seemed to tug at one of his strings. It reminded him of all the times he fucked you while you screamed his name, and pulled at his hair as he pounded into you.

“Fuck, baby.. You know what that does to me, Y/N..”

Originally posted by meanyoongis

Jimin

You were pinching his cheeks, telling him on how cute he looked. He pouted for only a few seconds, before beginning to smile along with you. You were straddling his hips with his hands on your hips as you continued to pinch his cheeks cutely. The adorable expression on your face when you admired him was worth all of the torture, if he even considered this torture. He removed his hands from your hips to pinch your own cheeks, when you let out a squeal of surprise. The noise sounded too much like a moan of pleasure, and it made his ears perk up. Your eyes were as innocent as ever as you smiled at him. He didn’t want to ruin the cute moment, but the sound you made was just too fucking good for him not to do anything. He pulled your face down for a kiss, to which you moaned in his mouth again. This encouraged him to trail his hands down your body onto your hips, urging you to move.

“Shit, you’re so beautiful.. So pretty.”

Originally posted by boo-t-s

Taehyung

The both of you were in the kitchen, listening to music as you cooked together. You were humming a song, until your favorite song came on. You made a gasping noise as he looked at you with a smile on his face. He knew very well this was your favorite song by the way your eyes lit up and you started to sing the lyrics. He watched as you started to dance cutely, but only then did he notice how short his shirt actually was on you. His white shirt hung just above your knees, but the way you were moving your hips caused it to ride up to where he could see your black lace panties. He gulped in his throat, his gaze immediately turning dark. You hadn’t noticed until you finally looked over at him again, and that’s when you stopped your dancing. Just as you were about to say something, he turned off the stove before pushing your back against the counter and kissing you feverishly. He tugged at the hem of the shirt you were wearing, pulling it up just above your hips so that he could touch you, rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb.

“You look so good in my shirts, kitten..”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook

He knew you were just trying to be cute. The way you mocked his dancing, being as extra as ever. At first, he laughed deeply at how adorable and cute you looked trying to imitate the way he danced. But then one of your favorite parts came on, making you roll your hips sensually. You still tried your best to stay innocent and cute so that he could laugh, but the movements only made a choke come out. He coughed, making you stop your movements as you laughed breathily. You chuckled, but he only bit his lip, staring up and down your body. You were wearing his favorite shorts and favorite top that he loved on you. You noticed his gaze change, making your gulp as you stood there in front of him. He tapped his thigh, suggesting for you to sit. You silently obliged, making him smirk. The second you straddled his hips, he was quick to attack your mouth with kisses.

“Fuck, that was too good, baby.. You looked so good, maybe even better than me.”

Originally posted by jeonify

- admin storm

anonymous asked:

can you maybe write something about richie and eddie's first kiss where edddie takes richie's glasses off right before? im dying of feels for these boys who'd get so nervous around each other

He wanted to kiss him.

Hi, i hope this is okay! Sorry for any mistakes.



During summer Sunday afternoons, the Derry theater was the place to be. For most days, all the losers would come running into the dark building to escape the outside heat, and find their seats where they’d take up half the row and kick their feet up.

The Derry Theater always had a summer deal, or ‘steal’ as Richie liked to call it. They’d play classic hits for 3.00 per ticket, and snacks would be down a dollar.

“We should see E.T.,” Mike suggests.

Richie argued back, “No way! Gremlins is the way to go.”

“We saw that two weeks ago, Richie.”

It would usually take about 15 minutes before everyone either gave up or finally all decided on one film they could agree on.

But today was a rainy, dark Sunday.

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Clothes( Sope threesome)

So it was brought to my attention that I have no Yoongi and Jhope story. I DON’T KNOW WHY I never did it, maybe because one is a bias and the other is my bias wrecker?? I’ve tried to suppress it. But I think I came up with a good enough idea for you guys. I hope you all enjoy it. And yes everyone is touching everyone. 

“Are you ready?” Hoseok asked once the car was parked. His thumb ghosting across the knuckles of your hand that was currently laced with his. Smiling softly, you looked up and around the outside of the store before you looked back at him nodding your head and biting on your bottom lip.

“Let’s go in baby.” You were nervous, but then again that was the reason you both did this. You moved to get out of the car, pulling down the short dress strapless dress over your thighs making sure that your flesh wasn’t too exposed. Hoseok moved around the car after shutting it off only to grab your hand again walking with you towards the store. It was more like he was subtle tugging you towards the store a bit too eagerly. You pressed your body against his, and the male was all but bursting through the seams with excitement. His eager eyes staring down at your body with a bit of mischief in them.

As soon as the doors opened automatically for the both of you, Hoseok moved towards the men’s section and you let his hand go putting on your best smile for the workers. You found yourself walking towards the shirts first. Your hands roamed over the different types of fabrics that each shirt held, the different designs and stitch patterns all became pleasing to your fingertips. Shuddering lightly, you quickly started to grab at things you thought would look pleasing against your skin. Once you had a hand full of as much as you could fit in one hand you moved around towards the pants and started up once again, grabbing at different items, even if they appeared to be a size too small you still grabbed at them to try them on. Looking around for Hoseok, you saw his eyes meet yours, the way that he checked you out from head to toe made a needy whine slip past your lips. You needed to hurry up; almost stumbling over your own feet with how fast you moved, you walked towards a changing room, smiling at one of the female workers as she gave you the okay to go back into a changing room.

The name of the game was to be sneaky, but to be smart about it and not get caught. Walking into one of the middle changing rooms, you started to slowly hang up your clothes on the rails used for the hangers. You were eager, slowly stripping out of your dress with nothing underneath it but your lace panties. Changing into tight form fitting jeans, you put on a mesh see through top smirking as you played with your locks of hair. Moving to sit down on the bench. One hand reached up to fondle your breast through the top as the other hand unsnapped the buttons on the pants slowly, dipping your hand inside you started to press your middle finger against your clit. Hissing at the pleasure that seemed to creep up your back, you let your hand work on your neither regions. Your head rolled back as your pussy got wetter. All it took was a thought of your lover, how he was touch and kiss on you. His large hands roaming up your sides and occasionally gripping at your hips. How he would press his dick into you and slowly fuck you despite your growing need to have him. Your mouth fell open as you slid your finger down your slit, dipping it into your entrance to feel the wetness seeping out.

The door opened and your eyes popped open wide. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest but you kept moving your fingers slowly putting on a show for whoever entered. Thankfully it was none other than your boyfriend, his dark eyes fixed on the position that you were in. A smirk danced across his lips as he pushed the stall door shut walking to stand in front of you. A pile of clothes in his hand he watched you touch yourself before he held up two fingers. You knew that code by now. Sliding two fingers inside of your pussy, you thrust them in and out slowly. Your mouth falling open to release silent cries and small whimpers because you couldn’t do it too loud. Your hips bucked up against your fingers as Hoseok lined up the clothes he had chosen, slowly stripping for you he changed into tight leather jeans and a button-down shirt leaving it open half way to reveal his tanned skin and built abs.

Hoseok moved towards you, fingers stopping in your core, your hand moved slow as you scooped inside of your pussy making sure to collect juices. Hoseok gripped at your wrist bringing your hand from your pants to suck on your fingers. He let his dark brown eyes bare into yours as his tongue danced across the pads of your fingers. Sighing in content you watched him before he was lifting you up in the air wrapping your legs around his waist. He was pushing you against the wall, slowly grinding his hips against yours, both eyes locked as his lips pressed against yours. You moved to grip at his hair, tugging on the locks as you let your hips roll back slightly against his. You could feel the friction of the jeans mixing together right against your core. The roughness of it, the heat that was slowly pooling in your stomach. Hoseok started to rut his hips against yours, his tongue forcing its way inside of your mouth, a sloppy kiss between the both of you were shared. His tongue trying to shove down your throat, his large hands winding around your shoulders to slip into the tight pants and knead at your ass cheeks as he broke the kiss pressing his forehead against yours. Hoseok started to dry hump your pussy faster in the clothes, watching how your breast bounced under the shirt, he built you up on purpose. His own manhood was staining against the leather fabric, pressing right against your soaked-out cunt. You could feel the dampness in your panties and you knew that it was going to leave a stain. Hoseok sucked on your bottom lip as he let your breath mix together. You were getting close; the friction was pressing right against your clit and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were soiling your panties. You could hear other voices fill into the surroundings areas.

“Imagine if they mistakenly opened this door and saw you. My dirty little slut getting off by just some mere friction. How shocked they would look. How their eyes would roam over your body hungrily. Seeing these perfect breast bounce for me. I know some of them would wish it was them instead of you, or maybe even me.” Hoseok breathed against your skin pressing warm kisses that aroused you against your skin. Whining softly, you gripped onto his shirt, his hips stopped as he stood tall. You moved your legs to get comfortable and locked them using your hips to bounce yourself up and down creating your own friction as he watched you, his hands spread your ass cheeks wide, the plump flesh fitting the panties snuggly between them. Hoseok looked between the both of you watching your hips move. You were relentless with your own pace, your stomach coiling as your hands moved to wrap around his neck and you ground harder against him, biting down on his neck you stifled a cry of his name as your hips jerked and pressed roughly against him, your orgasm making your limbs feel almost slack. Hoseok pressed you against the wall letting you calm down before he sat you on your feet. Switching out of those pants and into a skirt instead, Hoseok did a wardrobe change before it once again started up.

A couple of hours had passed, and you were browsing the bra and panty section. You had lost count of how many things the both of you had did in almost every changing room. Looking at the panties you started picking lace form fitting panties. Any type of thongs you could find, your hands just eagerly picking at the items. Your eyes skimmed the bra section, going for the pushup bras you knew you didn’t really need them but it was nice to have them every now and then. A little extra cushion especially with how Hoseok would mark your chest.

It was his turn to wait for you in the dresser room. He shuddered lightly a sadistic smirk panting his lips. Thankfully he hadn’t fucked you in the clothes yet but if he wanted to, he could considering you both ended up buying all the clothes you fucked around in. His hand gripped at his shaft, stroking his girth he moaned out in pleasure, thinking about you. Your perfect lips wrapping around his cock sucking him off with your pretty lips. How you loved to sit in his lap and go for a ride. Bouncing your ass cheeks so hard against his hips, the sound of skin smacking against each other made his ears and imprinting in his mind. Hoseok let his hand stroke his thick girth a bit faster, leaning over to spit on it and get it wet, he shut his eyes as your footsteps got closer, imagining that you were some stranger catching him touching himself.

You opened the door seeing him there, His heavy cock in his hand as his head was thrown back. His mouth hanging open as his chest heaved slightly. He was so beautiful in your eyes and knowing he loved it you kept the door open for a bit. Your nerves becoming on edge as you moved out of the way. Hoseok opened his eyes looking at the empty space of no one walking by to another dressing room. After a couple of minutes, he nodded to you and you shut the door smiling down at him. Holding up the panties, it was amazing how you had become so good at sneaking panties past the people who worked that section but part of it was the simple fact that they were so bored with their lives or talking to someone that they didn’t notice what you were holding up if you walked as if you didn’t have a secret or two.

Stripping off your dress, you looked at Hoseok as you took off your panties next, standing in front of him bare and in heels. Smirking slightly, you started to slide a pair of pink lace panties on your legs and up your thighs. Letting the fabric rest snug against your pussy and your clit piercing. You felt a tingle run down your spin. Your hands throwing the other panties at him, he caught them with a smirk seeing only three bras in your hand. You started to press a matching pink lace bra to your chest, snapping it behind your back you smiled at him biting on your lips. He sucked in air, his eyes roaming your flawless skin. Walking towards him as if you were on a cat walk you straddled one of his thighs. Hoseok slouched slightly on the bench, one hand gripping at your ass cheeks. Slowly you started to grind against him, within minutes your lips were connected as you kissed. Hoseok sliding his hand up to cup at your breast squeezing them through the bra as his free hand moved to grip at your thigh. He flexed his own thigh muscles giving you something a bit thicker to ride. One of your hands moved to grip on his dick, stroking it slowly you teased the tip until beads of precum was bubbling up at the tip and running onto your hand. You two were so caught up in the kissing and heat of the moment that you failed to hear the footsteps that were quickly ascending upon your room.

Not locking the door wasn’t that smart but usually no person bothered you, so when the door was opened you both froze. Standing at the threshold were two buff looking security guards. Your cheeks flushed pink, your hand trying to cover your lovers shaft.

“You’ve both been asked to follow us. Do not try to run or it will only make your punishment more secure. The police have been called.” One male said, he had dark hair and almost black like eyes. He looked like he worked out twice a day. Nodding your head, you released your lover and went to grab your dress, sliding it on as Hoseok fixed his weeping member in his pants. He gripped your hand tightly pulling you protectively against him.

The walk towards the back of the store had your nerves jumping. You were scared beyond belief. What was going to happen to Hoseok? To you? This was going to go on your record if you couldn’t get out of it. And honestly no matter how you looked at it, the situation didn’t look good. You were covered in hickeys and to make matters worse your lover was hard as a rock, people were looking at the both of you but the security guards tried to ease the tension as much as they cold. Walking towards a big silver door, one of the men pushed it open revealing an office. You saw one single male sitting behind a brown desk, his dark eyes meeting yours as soon as the door was opened. His face wasn’t friendly, his eyes were cold but for some reason you couldn’t stop the shudder that ran down your spine. He had blue hair that was fading into silver. Hoseok gripped tighter at your hand as he watched the male inspect you both. Slowly the male leaned back, his tie loosened around his neck, his shirt unbuttoned at the top. The security guard moved back so that you could both enter and Hoseok went first tugging you behind him. You were so scared, you pressed your body against his arm feeling as if your heart was beating into his biceps.

“Take a seat.” The male said, his deep voice cutting the awkward air between all of you. Hoseok debated on a moment but the male’s next words showed him there was no room for negotiation. “Sit your asses down or the police can escort you out of here now.” Hoseok was never one to be scared but he let your hand go scrambling towards a seat and you followed his lead. The male behind the desk looked at the both of you, almost as if he hated you before he looked at his security guards. “Well?” He asked them ignoring the two of you.

“Sir when we caught them, they were uh- in a compromising position.” One male stated. The redness of your embarrassed state started at your neck and worked its way up towards your ears.

“What do you mean?” The male asked, clearly his agitation with the situation was growing.

“Sir-“

“Tell me or you can kiss your jobs goodbye as well. This is what you trained for, to be able to brief me about any and everything that goes on in this store. Let’s keep in mind I know both of your families personally and I don’t think they would like the fact that their sons are slacking off. Now tell me what were they doing?” He asked again as he leaned forward on his desk. His elbows pressed down against the sleek surface as his face rested on the palms of his hands.

“Mr. Min. The female was on top of the male, he was well, touching her and she was.. Touching him as well sir, she was also grinding against his thighs.” One of the men trailed off and if you weren’t in trouble you would have found this hysterical. They seemed so shy to tell the male what was going on as if they were the ones that were fucking around. But one look at the male behind the desk and you could tell this was anything but funny. Maybe it was because he was so attractive but you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. You tried too though for the sake of your boyfriend who was slouched into the chair looking at the male ahead as if he had lost his mind. The male behind the desk stare back at him before he drifted his eyes over to you sighing in frustration.

“What gives you both the right to waltz in my store and just. Play around in clothes? Clothes that are meant to be tried on and brought before you decided to be fucking disgusting inside of them.” He growled.

“Don’t talk to us like we are children.” Hoseok snapped rather quickly and your eyes opened wide. He was never one to speak back so abruptly but this must have greatly affected him. “We were going to buy the clothes-“

“When? When were you going to buy these clothes? After your dirty slut of a girlfriend got off in every single pair? Or what about you? You wanted to cum all my merchandise before you brought it. Is that so?” The male asked and you could feel your own anger rising, it wasn’t like that at all. Yes, you fucked around in the clothes but you were going to do the right thing and buy them, even if you just washed them and gave them away later at least you were making sure they were still clean. Sighing, you shook your head watching the two of them go back and forth with each other. You sat back against the chair just watching the two of them, hearing their voices rise in volume.

“Well fine then, let’s see if you like it when I touch what’s yours. And maybe I will purchase her later.” The male stood up and walked over towards you looking down at you he let one finger reach out towards your body running down from your jaw to between your plump mounds.

“Stop touching her! She isn’t property!” Hoseok growled about to attack the male from his seat but the security guards went and held him down. He was yelling out for you, your eyes looking over at him before backing up at the male who watched you with curiosity, and lust.

“Will we go to jail if I don’t do this?” You asked softly biting on your bottom lip. He was attractive hell yes, everything about this situation was a kink of yours fucking yes. But above all, you couldn’t have Hoseok getting in trouble behind this. His family already thought you were bad for him and this would just push the ice berg to a breaking point. Anything for Hoseok, especially if another hot male is involved.

“Yes, and as much evidence as I have against you both it will go to trial. You could face jail time sweet cheeks and I know you don’t want to be separated from your darling love, do you? Who knows what they may.. Do to you or him behind bars.” As he spoke his fingers drifted down towards your nipples that were becoming puckered, his eyes slowly watching your whole body. Though he was horny he wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do. Maybe part of the reason Yoongi decided to even negotiate such things was the way you simply looked at him. But of course, looks could be deceiving. He moved to pull his hand back from your body, his eyes casting down on your sweet face that held a vixen behind it. He had to admit seeing the show you had both put on for him was entertaining, it was the last time he watched you both as well. But this was his store, and if word got out that things like this was happening, his father would strip him of a title he worked so hard for.

“What’s your answer doll face?” He asked softly, loosening his tie all the way letting his tie hang on both sides as he watched you.

“I want to do it.” You spoke quickly, not leaving any room for yourself to second guess it.

“Y/N..” Hoseok urged looking at you with worried eyes, he wasn’t one for sharing and that you knew, he looked pained. You gave him a soft smile before shaking your head.

“We aren’t going to jail baby, it’s just sex. Besides you like watching me, don’t you? Just watch me.” You spoke to him softly as the male gripped at your hips picking you up and placing you on the desk.

“Yeah, watch me devour her.” The male said with a smug grin before he turned towards you about to lean in and kiss you when you stopped him, his eyebrows furrowed and the moment he was going to speak you cut him off.

“What’s your name?” You asked softly gripping at his shirt slowly starting to undo the rest of his buttons, showing off a toned stomach with a hint of abs. His pink buds becoming hard from the air pressing against them. You waited for his answer, your fingertips eagerly exploring his chest, drifting lower as you bit on your bottom lip focusing on him.

“Why?” He grunted softly, his own eyes following the movement of your fingertips as the ghosted back up to press against his pert nipples pinching and pulling on them.

“Because I want to know what I’m going to be moaning out.” You stated leaning close to flick your tongue across his bottom lip.

“Y-Yoongi.” He almost whispered as he let you play with him, you were working him up a teasing little minx indeed. Your hands undid the last button before you pushed at his shirt some leaving it on his body just exposing him. Taking his tie, you pressed it down onto the desk beside you, your arms wrapping around his neck as you inched closer. The buildup was too much for everyone in the room. Your lips were mere centimeters away from the male’s own pink tiers but you still sat there a twitching smirk on your lips before you pressed them against his in a soft kiss. Yoongi seemed to snap after that, wrapping your legs around his waist, he moved back from the desk a bit to tower over you, his lips pressing searing kisses against yours repeatedly. Your hands moved up to grip at his hair at the nape of his neck, your wetness starting to slowly press against your panties creating another wet stop. Yoongi devoured your mouth nipping and sucking on your lips earning soft mewls of pleasure from you as you let him take over. His eager hands moving to grope at your breast through the bra, his fingers pulling and tugging different parts of the dress. Your hips started to press against his, swirling them in a circle you both started to grind against one another.

Yoongi was already hard, you could feel the poking of his manhood against your clothed pussy, causing you to moan out in pleasure. Yoongi slipped his tongue past your lips as he dry humped you into the desk. The sounds of his breathing and yours mixed in with your moans was all that could be heard in the room. He sucked on your tongue eagerly, pulling it in his mouth as if he was trying to take your tongue captive. He shoved his down your throat as far as it could go before he pulled back to press sloppy kisses along your jaw nipping and biting on the flesh he marked you as his lips moved down to your neck. Your head rolled to the side, watching Hoseok as Yoongi continued to press the outline of his hardened dick against your pussy. Yoongi was growing addicted already, you smelt like honey mixed with light musk and he could feel the heat radiating off your body just for him. His hands gripping at the top of your dress yanking it down under your breast, a groan left your lips as he took your mounds out of your bra pinching and pulling on your nipples. You let your head roll back as you shouted out for him, his lips soon finding each pert nipple sucking on the supple flesh until the hardened flesh was just that, painfully hard and seeking attention.

His hands slapped at your breast and groped them, squeezing them together as he buried his face between them licking every ounce of skin that he could. You bit on your bottom lip, your hand pressing against the desk watching him as he pushed the dress up over your ass towards the middle of your stomach, gripping the flimsy dress with one hand at the middle of your stomach he kissed lower until he was getting on his knees spreading your legs wide. You couldn’t help but feel exposed, all eyes were on you, but something about it only caused you to become needier for attention and release.

“Look at how wet you are. Just fucking soiling my clothes. You need to be taught a lesson girl, I need to clean that pussy up.” Yoongi teased as he slipped your panties to the side. You tried to close your legs but one slap and stern look had you opening them slowly. Yoongi used his free hand to spread your pussy wide, looking at the pink insides before lifting an eyebrow and dropping his mouth open into what appeared to be the first smile of the day. He let his finger press against the object of his interest causing your lips to quiver as your eyes rolled back. Your head pressed back against the desk gripping onto the edges.

“No- please Yoongi.” You shook your head as he played with your clit piercing. His fingers tugging on it lightly, moving it side to side and up and down. He was enjoying himself, watching the wetness seem to well up at your entrance and slowly trickle down to the edge of his desk.

“You really are a dirty slut, aren’t you? That innocent smile, hides too much. You like this a lot huh? I bet you just love running your lips all over her pretty little cunt, don’t you? How long does it take for you to eat her before she’s crying out your name?” Yoongi had turned his attention to your lover now, his thumb and first finger gripping onto your slit moving his hand up and down you let out a yell of pleasure arching your back. Hoseok’s eyes narrowed not answering the question, the shit eating grin on the male’s face as he touched you really pissed Hoseok off. But even he had to admit that seeing another man turn you into a pathetic mess was too much for him. “Won’t tell me? Well, I’ll find out anyway.” Yoongi shrugged winking at the male before turning his face back forward to let the heat fan across his features. He leaned close sniffing at your pussy causing you to feel completely exposed if you didn’t already. Yoongi shuddered and let his tongue dart out to lick up and down your pussy slowly. Flicking against the slit he couldn’t help but let his mouth close around your clit piercing playing with it. His tongue lapping at it eagerly as he made slurping noises against your core. You were a complete mess, your hands tangled into his hair pushing him closer to your cunt as you begged for more. He ate it all up as well.

Your eyes moved to Hoseok as you face fucked Yoongi, your hips rutting against that sinful mouth and plump lips that made sure you were feeling everything he did to you. Your hands combed through his hair slowly, but Yoongi wasn’t satisfied. He wanted you completely losing your mind. He pressed a slender long middle finger inside of your dripping pussy, your juices allowing his digit to slide right in without any difficulty. He moaned against your pussy starting to kiss all over it, allowing his tongue to go crazy touching and tasting all, he could. His finger started to thrust in and out of your pussy, the slick lewd sounds of you being fingered being heard throughout the walls. He added a second finger curving them once as he nibbled a spot right next to your clit causing you to cum without warning. Your body was writhing against the desk under him, your hips bucking up against his fingers and he continued to ride out your high building you up again. He made love to your pussy with his tongue, slowly he dropped it lower and brought it back up. Repeating this for each inch until he was pressing his fat tongue inside of your pussy. The long muscle feeling your up as his fingers made come hither motions before he pulled them out and lifted them up towards you. Getting the hint, you grabbed at his wrist sucking of his fingers as he thrust his tongue in and out of your pussy. Yoongi locked eyes with you as your hips slightly rocked against his face. He let his tongue roll and flick against every spot against you he could reach. Curving his tongue and starting to angle it at different spots his hands gripped your hips down as he buried himself more into you. His head shaking from side to side as his chin started to drip from your juices. Your cries were music to his ears, and though you came again and tried to push his head away he made it known that he wasn’t done yet.

Your pussy felt overstimulated but in a good way. You had been worked up all day, and you were so shocked that you could even still cum. Yoongi moved his arm to rest against your hips as his fingers started to pinch and pull against your piercing. Slapping at it from time to time your hips were spasming out until you were meeting another orgasm spilling out your juices on his tongue. Yoongi moaned drinking from you as if he was a starved man.

He pulled back from you slowly as your hips twitched and your locked-up body slowly started to relax. Yoongi looked at you, his face wet from your juices, his chin and cheeks covered with a thin film of your juices and you whined softly. He looked feral like this and it was so hot to you. Turning his attention towards Hoseok he stalked towards him, tilting his head.

“Taste your girl. Unless you’re too scared.” Yoongi taunted as he leaned his face inches from Hoseok’s own reddened face. Hoseok narrowed his eyes before looking at how your body was still shaking against the desk. Without a second thought he moved forward as soon as the guard’s released him to let his and Yoongi’s lips meet in a rough sloppy kiss. Yoongi kept the male in his seat, as they shared a heated kiss, and before you knew it Yoongi’s tongue was entering Hoseok’s mouth who couldn’t help but admit a groan as the male palmed him through his tight pants. Hoseok’s hips slowly worked up against the hand but even from his movements you could tell that it felt foreign and he wasn’t used to it. You and Hoseok never talked about past relationships too much but you knew he found some guys attractive he just never acted on it.

Yoongi broke the kiss, gripping at Hoseok’s jaw he used his free hand to slowly unzip his pants, his fingers working on the button to free the male’s thick stiff dick from his pants. Yoongi let his hand dip inside of his boxers, pulling him out as their eyes stayed locked on each other. Yoongi moved his head towards his guards as he leaned his head down to swipe his tongue across the tip of the reddened shaft. Hoseok’s eyes drift closed for a second before he opened them again to look at you.

“Nope eyes on me. It’s my turn to taste you. Wouldn’t be fair if I did one and not the other, right?” Yoongi asked as he moved to get on his knees. His guards shuffled against the door from side and your guess from seeing the tint in their pants is that they were horny but maybe not into most of the things Yoongi was doing.

“Go outside and tell the police it’s handled. Patrol the areas and make sure nothing else goes wrong, or I really will have your asses.” Yoongi snapped at the pair of men. Both bowed their head before opening and shutting the door. Hoseok seemed to relax a bit, his eyes dropping down to see the male on his knees in front of him. Yoongi moved to grip at his pants removing them from his body as well as the boxers Hoseok was wearing. Seeing the cock standing tall and in attention you wanted no more than to give it, run your tongue up and down all his most sensitive spots. Your mouth watered as you watched the sight unfold in front of you. Yoongi gripped Hoseok’s shaft at the base, the air between them being one of tension and it was hot as fuck. Yoongi wasted no time sucking on the tip of Hoseok’s shaft causing his breath to hitch as he watched the male play with his tip. Yoongi was skilled with his mouth, letting his tongue press against the slits of the top, his tongue dropping down to flick against the underside of his cock. Soon Yoongi was letting his lips wrap around the thick girth lowering his mouth on the male’s member bobbing his head up and down as he started to suck on his cock. Hoseok rolled his head back moaning in pleasure as his hands gripped the sides of the chair, he was trying to not become too aroused of the handsome male on his knees blowing him.

Yoongi wanted his praise however, staring to vibrate his tongue and roll it against every vein he could find he had Hoseok gripping his hair in no time forcing him down farther onto his cock. Yoongi moaned having no gag reflex he could deepthroat the male without becoming hurt as he was face fucked. Hoseok got more comfortable grunting out the male’s name slightly as his eyes moved back to rest on your figure. Your fingers back teasing your clit and piercing as you watched both men, you were already close to another orgasm but you moved your soaked hand away licking at your fingers as you winked at Hoseok. After a few more bobs, Hoseok was holding Yoongi’s head down as he came down his throat. Surprised at how the male swallowed around his shaft so well. Yoongi pulled back once he was done, licking over his lips he stood up and walked towards you crashing your lips together letting you taste him. You mewled softly, the idea of both you and your lovers cum on this man’s tongue had your body trembling.

Hoseok watched the two of you make out as Yoongi’s fingers entered you again, he stripped off his shirt and made his way towards the both of you pushing Yoongi lightly against the desk causing you both to question him. Hoseok smirked getting on his knees, undoing the pants quickly letting them drop to his ankles. He saw the male’s hardened cock hanging proudly as he watched him, the tip was angry and swelled. Hoseok moved his hands to start playing with his balls as his lips wrapped around his head and he started to bob his mouth up and down. Yoongi let his fingers stay buried inside of you as his hips fucked Hoseok’s face. You were whimpering against his lips, taking up to four fingers as he stretched you out more. A bright idea popped in your head and you moved away from Yoongi taking his fingers from your cunt you sucked his digits clean before you got on your knees beside your lover. Hoseok looked over at you with lust filled curious eyes. Winking at him you slapped his hand away from Yoongi’s balls moving to press your lips against his sack instead. Yoongi growled out throwing his head back. Both of you working on his shaft and balls together had his legs shaking as he gripped at both of your hair. You occasionally moved your mouth up to flick against the base of his cock, even at one-point trading places with Hoseok to bob your head up and down against his shaft as Hoseok played with his balls. Yoongi nutted inside of your mouth holding your head down to the base and you sucked on it eagerly until you were cleaning all of him off.

You pulled back and Yoongi looked at the both of you two chest heaving. “Fuck her.” He instructed Hoseok to do who had no problem doing it. You gripped at his hands looking up at him.

“Let me ride you, sir.” You spoke softly using your nickname for him when it was just the two of you. Hoseok could feel his cock becoming painfully erect hearing you say such words but he agreed. Moving to sit down in a chair he gripped at your hips as you moved to straddle his waist. Gripping at the base of his cock you ground it against your sleek slit before you pressed it against your entrance and lowered yourself onto him. Both of you moaning in pleasure, your hands moved to grip at his shoulders as you steadied yourself. It didn’t take you long to adjust considering all the foreplay you were given. You started to rock your hips against Hoseok’s bouncing up and down on his member while he watched you. His hands moved to spread your ass cheeks apart, slapping against them and pressing his middle finger against your asshole. It clenched as well as your pussy, you looked down at him as he slid his finger inside of you slowly opening both of your holes up slowly. Your hips planted down onto the floor as you fucked yourself hard on his cock listening to the sounds of your hips meeting one another. Hoseok gripped at your hair pulling your lips close to his neck since he loved it when you bit and marked him, but this also served for another purpose. Hoseok let his eyes meet Yoongi’s who was sitting there stroking his shaft in time with your thrusts. Hoseok let go of your hair to signal Yoongi to move closer.

Yoongi took the hint without a second thought, and Hoseok added another finger, curling them slightly he continued to scissor you open until he felt you were ready to take Yoongi as well. Removing his fingers slowly he gripped at your hips keeping them still. Your heart started to pound in your chest as you felt Yoongi’s cock pressing against your tight asshole. It had been a while since you were double penetrated and the last time was with a toy not the real thing.

Yoongi slowly pushed himself inside of you moaning at the tight hot heat that wrapped around his shaft. You hissed slightly in the throbbing that was starting to pick up but it wasn’t anything that you couldn’t handle. Yoongi snapped his hips until he was filling you up, all three of you waiting a moment. “Let her fuck us.” Hoseok said to Yoongi as he kissed up your chest. You nodded your head staring to pick yourself up and slam back down on both cock’s that were buried deep inside of your holes. Hoseok lifted his fingers to slip in your mouth as you rode both men at the same time. It was hard for Yoongi to keep his hips still slightly rutting against you every time your hips met. Hoseok let his free hand move to wrap around Yoongi grabbing at his ass groping and spanking the flesh once, a crooked smirk on his lips as Yoongi narrowed his eyes.

“If you fucked her harder I wouldn’t have to do that.” Hoseok stated.

“Harder you say? Fuck this asshole harder?” He said as he started to snap his hips against yours in a brutal pace. “What about you? Not fucking that pretty little pussy how you should. Fuck her harder.” Yoongi countered causing Hoseok’s hips to snap up against you. Both men smirking as you crumpled against Hoseok’s body reduced to a moaning incoherent mess. Your hands were gripping onto Hoseok’s shoulders and slipping slightly. A layer of thin sweat covered all your bodies and your hair stuck towards your forehead. Yoongi lifted one hand up to yank your head back by your hair pressing his lips against yours into a heated kiss. Hoseok started to play with your clit again, causing your pussy to tighten up around them both painfully tight as your stomach clenched and flipped. You were close, moaning against Yoongi’s mouth you let them both pound at your walls until you were cumming on Hoseok’s shaft tightly wrapped around him. Hoseok came next, spilling his white seed into your womb with an erratic pace. Yoongi lasted for a little while longer, but feeling the squeezing of your tightness around his shaft was too much and he was soon cumming inside of you. He held onto your hips as some of his white semen started to seep from your asshole, sliding down the back of your legs.

After calming down, Yoongi pulled away first and then both you and Hoseok untangled from each other. You got dressed slowly the room becoming quiet as everyone tried to think about what just happened. Once you were all set, Hoseok gave Yoongi money to pay for the clothes and Yoongi gave it back to him. The three of you talked a bit before exchanging numbers with the male before you left the store. The clothes in your bags as Hoseok led you towards the front seat and inside driving you home.

~

“Hey.. Are you ready to come over?” You asked Yoongi softly playing with your hair as you nibbled on your bottom lip.

“Yeah give me a second.. I just got off but you better be ready for me, both of you.” Yoongi stated and hung up the call once you agreed.

“He’s on his way love.” You stated to Hoseok as he went down on you kissing on your pussy.

“Good that means I can’t get us both warmed up with a pre-game.” Hoseok stated as he kissed around your pussy, the both of you fucking around waiting for your favorite fuck buddy and new friend to return.

Oh My

Pairings: Avengers x fem! Reader

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: Bad pick-up lines (that I did not come up with), bad language, kinda dirty? Really lame. Idk?

(A/N): I have no idea why I came up with this, but I did. So, yeah. If you see a pick-up line/ dirty remark that belongs to you, message me and I´ll gladly credit you.

Summary: Seven times that you´ve flustered your teammates just for the fun of it and that one time it all backfired on you.

Originally posted by models-in-motion-gifs

“It’s amazing how you don’t even have to open your mouth to give me a headache, Stark.”

Wanda sighs, burying her head in her hands at the kitchen aisle as the brunette steps into the room with a loud whistle and a teasing smirk at the sight of you in a sports bra and the ridiculously expensive and, quite frankly, short shorts he got you for Christmas as a joke.

You chuckle from where you sit on the counter by the stove, waiting for your coffee to brew as you watch the exchange.

He looks mildly offended at her statement, but is quick to regain his cheerfulness once he catches whiff of the freshly brewed coffee and the pancakes Clint made earlier.

“Whatever you say”

He strolls out of the kitchen once more and she smiles, feeling your fingers as they find their way to her chin to coax her to look up at you. Your half-lidded eyes are dark, and she feels her stomach do a flip.

“You said you have a headache?”

“Did I now?”

She quirks a delicate brow at you and you laugh.

“Did you know that sex is an utterly delightful way to cure a headache?”

She bites back a gasp, gaze briefly straying from your own pair of eyes to your lips before she schools her features once more and leans back in her chair.

She was not going to go down without a fight

“Not happening”

“The training room is empty”

You waggle your eyebrows at her suggestively, chuckling lowly at the blush that coloured her cheeks before you decide to turn back towards the counter and pour yourself some well-deserved coffee.


Incredible speed and stamina were part of the Super Soldier package Steve signed up for decades back, you know so much.

So, naturally, you didn’t worry much when your target decided to make a run for it and dashed towards the nearest highway.

And, instead of chasing after the duo, you set into a casual stroll towards a nearby parked car, fully intend to borrow it for one hour or another.

By the time you found your partner, at the other end of the considerably large city, he had tackled the wheezing man to the ground and was cuffing his hands behind his back.

“Well done, Captain”

You smile at him as he shoves the male into the back seat, grounding out a slightly breathless “You couldn’t have driven any faster?” when he settled in the passenger seat himself.

“Why, Captain, I didn’t want to break the law on sacred American soil.”

His groan is accompanied by him rolling his brilliant blue eyes, a wave and a dismissive

“Just drive”

It’s a request you comply with, yet not before you send a charming smirk his way.

“As you desire, Captain. Although I must say that when I leave people out of breath, it is by far more pleasant​.”

Your coy smile and wink do nothing but worsen the flush that spreads across his cheeks like a wildfire, the delightful, embarrassed silence that reigns the car after that, lifting your spirits considerably for the rest of the day.


Bruce was frustrated, his jaw in a tight lock and his short-clipped nails digging into the palms of his hands as he stared at the unfinished work before him.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Your warm breath flutters across his neck and he shivers, leaning forward slightly​ in a futile attempt to hide the goosebumps that sprung up all over his arms, from you.

“I’m just frustrated that I still can’t figure out how to solve this problem”

He points at the papers before him, sitting still as you peer over his shoulder to inspect his notes.

“Well, I am afraid I cannot help you with that, darling. I can however offer you some delicious coffee and donuts”

You outstretch your hand and place both the box with the donuts and the coffee onto the table, careful not to spill any onto his work.

As much as you loved to wander the line between absolutely deadly and mildly dangerous on missions, even you knew that vexing Bruce of all people was an incredibly stupid idea.

He carefully pries the box open with a grateful nod, a smile reaching his face when he discovers his favourites inside.

“Do you want one?”

He keeps his eyes trained on you and the box tilted as you step closer to the table and into his line of sight, smile on your lips.

“You sure?”

“They're​ best shared”

His answer is as short as it is sweet, and you cannot help but agree as you take one.

“Some of the best things in life are”

Your lip twitches teasingly, your eyes twinkling with amusement as you lean in slightly closer.

“I figured you wouldn’t take kindly to me borrowing one of Tony’s suits to drag you out of your lab-cave to eat with me, so I decided to bring the food to you.”

You set your trap, now you just had to wait for a response

“I would probably tase you”

He states calmly, taking a bite

Perfect

“Of all the things I partake in, darling, anything to do with electric shocks is not one of them”

You grin charmingly his way, silently daring him to make a move and carry the conversation further.

“I’ll keep it in mind”

He laughs, nervously scratching at his cheek while your grin only widens.

“I do, however, fancy the occasional cuffing, if you’re keeping note of my pleasures for further use.”

You snort a laugh at his deep flush, quickly finishing your donut and making your way out of his lab, already in search of your next victim.


“Did you shoot someone today, Katniss?”

“No”

His gaze doesn’t stray from the target as he fires, hitting bullseye with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Are you certain?”

“Positive”

“Really?”

He sends you a confused look over his shoulder, watching the smirk on your face with furrowed brows.

“ ´Cause you hit my heart with one of those arrows right from the moment I saw you.”

“This one sucked bad, [Y/N]!”

He laughs

“Indeed, it did. Although I have to say that I would prefer a completely different scenario where you suck.”

His barking laugh is as amused as it is flustered, his hand reaching out to scratch at the back of his head.

“I set myself up for this one, didn’t I?”

“Kind of, yeah.”


“This is lame…”

Tony groans, burying his head in his folded arms while Fury sends a pointed glare his way.

“I’d rather drive a bullet through my leg than do that!”

The billionaire points at the screen behind the director and groans again for emphasis, while you take your chance and lean in closer to his ear.

“I could thrill you in different ways if you desire, Stark”

He chokes on air and you smirk, ignoring Fury’s unamused expression entirely.

Too easy


“Closer, [Y/N]”

“I’ve been waiting decades for you to say that, Romanoff.”

“I need you-”

“You need me?” You lick your lips, teasingly shifting closer to give her her desired distance.

“I swear to god, [Y/N], I will kill you”

She avoids her green eyes from the lightbulb she was changing, from her position on your shoulders, and sends a glare your way.

You meet her gaze with your steady, unwaveringly teasing one and she finds it ridiculous how you manage to give her a smouldering look even from your current position.

“You are no fun”

“I can be plenty fun

She retorts half-heartedly, sliding down your back gracefully, while you turn to regard her with darkening eyes.

“My, my, Romanoff. Is that so?”

You lean in closer, mildly surprised when she copies the motion and meets your amused pair of [E/C] eyes.

“I can give you a show and tell later”

Two can play that game, huh?

“Why tell”

You inch impossibly closer, voice regressing into but a seductive purr.

“When you can show me just fine”

Your lips skim her earlobe and she shivers, a blush tinting her cheeks for the friction of a second before the look of defeat sets upon her features.

I win


“That was kind of lame, Barnes”

You throw a water bottle his way and watch him catch it with a small shrug of his shoulders.

“Sorry I didn’t go hard on you, doll.”

You smirk into your own bottle

“Is that the first time you had to say that?”

He looks puzzled for a second before realization sets in and he chuckles, deep and throatily in a way that only brightens your already good mood.

“What do you think?”

“I think we should fix your problem”

“Oh, is that so?”

You inch closer

“My room is nearby, James

“Who said I need a room?”

“Smooth, Barnes.”

The smirk on his face is wide and daring, mirroring your own so perfectly you actually wonder whether you will be able to crack him.

“Part of the package, doll.”

Brilliant

“Mind showing me the whole package in my room?”

You let your eyes wander to his lips for emphasis, catching a glimpse of the flush that crawls up his neck with barely contained self-satisfaction.

Bingo


“Sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come.”

You sigh and settle down next to Natasha, momentary surprised to see a smirk cross her face.

“I could have sworn that’s what you said yesterday in Stark’s room”

You choke on the coffee you had been nursing in your hands and face her with a disbelieving look, while Tony scoffs.

“Speak for yourself, Romanoff. If she´d complain, she´d complain about Capsicle or his buddy. I bet those two veterans can´t even get it up anymore.”

His crude joke is shot down by Bucky´s barking laugh

“That´s brilliant coming from you, Stark! Do I need to mention that we´ve got 80 years of practice and can literally rock her world?”

Ever so calmly you put down your cup of coffee and reach out to cover Peter´s ears. The poor boy was but a blushing mess by now, his current predicament going completely unnoticed by the team.

“Please, boys! I think we all know that none of you hold a candle to me! I mean, I don´t even have to touch her!”

Wanda cuts in, smirking triumphantly at the sputtering males. Your own cheeks flare up, Peter´s cool hands pleasant on your burning skin when he reaches out to return the favour and cover your own ears.

“Oh, please! [Y/N] would much rather be with someone who never misses, if you know what I mean!”

Clint chirps in with a grin, sending you a wink over the table.

You take it as your cue to leave, dragging a flustered Peter along and completely missing the team´s self-satisfied smirks on your way out.

“That´ll teach her…”

peeping steve.

Originally posted by luvinchris

authors note: this is my first try at smut and im hoping it isn’t too embarrassing. 

reader x bucky, (steve)

 warnings; daddy kink, steve watching without them knowing, swearing, smut.

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Prompt: (Prinxiety) Can you do something with like Prince going and doing his thang you know fighting and stuff and he said hed come back in like 2 days but he downst come back until like a week later am it’s just a bunch of fluff and yeah please? Thank you :) ~Anon

Notes: Yep. Yep I can. 

Pairing: Prinxiety

Warnings: Pure romantic sappy fluff with a side dose of angst

“Virgil? Sweetie?” 

Virgil lifted his head and blinked up at Patton. The other side was peering down at him, concern and sympathy on his kind face, and Virgil realized he’d drifted off again. He cringed, sitting up in the chair and stretching. His spine popped loudly in protest, and he winced. “Time s’it?” 

Patton sighed. “It’s after midnight. Sweetheart, I’m sorry, but I…I don’t think it’s going to be tonight.” 

Virgil slumped, looking back out of the window beside which he’d stationed his chair. The world beyond was dark, the only sound the wind whispering through the dry leaves, and Patton was right. It was late, and the night was chilly, and…and if Roman was on his way back, he had probably stopped for the evening to take shelter, like any good adventurer would know to do. Traveling at night was dangerous, after all. 

Virgil swallowed, and huddled deeper into his hoodie. “He said a couple days, Patton. A couple of days, max.” 

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Originally posted by lachicadeloslibros-y-lasboybands


A/N:
Honestly thought this would be longer and better than it is but I hope y’all like it nonetheless. Dad!Shawn is always good for the soul, so is feedback x


You sat on the couch watching your son set himself up on the window ledge with a blanket and a pillow, he didn’t want to miss Shawn coming home and you weren’t going to argue with him; in fact you’d set yourself up on the couch with full intentions to move your eager four-year-old beside you when he fell asleep. You sipped on your coffee and watched as he laid his blanket out, trying to cover every inch of the ledge, and put his pillow down before tucking the stuffed monkey Shawn brought him, Mr. Keggles, into bed. You giggled as you watched him carry down his toy guitar and set it at the end of the bed so he’d remember to show his dad that he was a rock star too.
When he finally got under the covers himself, you brought him a warm cup of hot chocolate and played the waiting game till he fell asleep, but not before he made you check that there was enough for when Shawn came home because they always had hot chocolate on cold days.

You woke up to your son tossing and turning beside you, you looked up to see the daylight shining through the living room curtains and looked to your phone to see what time it was.
A bright 10 am shined on your phone in white but it was a message Shawn left that really woke you up.

Shawn: Hopping on the plane now, I love you so much baby. Can’t wait to see you both xx’

You weren’t too sure when it was sent but it was enough to get you excited. You slowly climbed off the couch, careful not to wake the peacefully sleeping boy beside you and made a cup of coffee, nervously playing out scenarios of Shawn in your head. You went into the bathroom and did a look over your appearance, you decided to stay in your sweats and one of Shawn’s old t-shirts because the first day Shawn came home were always lazy days but also because you didn’t want to make it too obvious that you wanted to look good for him. You ruffled your hair in the mirror and assessed the overall look before hearing a car pull up. Your eyes widened, you turned to wake your son but he was already bright-eyed and up at the window with a smile spread across his cheeks, “Daddy is home!” he bounced up and down.

You heard his voice outside thank the driver and it took you a minute to realize that the voice wasn’t coming from your phone. Your son ran to the door and pulled at the handle, finding it difficult to turn and pull at the same time until finally the light shone through the opening crack and he dropped from the doorknob and ran out to Shawn. Shawn immediately dropped his bags and landed on his knees to catch his excited son and pull him into a tight hug. His small head nestled into Shawn’s neck and you watched as Shawn breathed in relief and smiled “I missed you so much buddy!” he kissed the top of his head. “I’ve got so much to show you” your son wormed his way out of Shawn’s arms and pulled at Shawn’s hand to get him inside but Shawn swept his tiny feet off the ground and pulled him into another hug making his son giggle wildly, “I’m going to say hi to mummy, how about you go get it ready and then I’ll come make the hot chocolate” he nodded and jumped from his father, running inside excited to show Shawn his loot. You and Shawn stood there, looking around and waiting for someone to make the first move but he quickly gave up on the joke and pulled you in for a hug, kissing your cheek over and over. “Holy fuck I missed you so much” he breathed heavily, putting his hand under you to support you as you jumped on his waist. Your lips joined and neither of you wanted to ever pull away “So, so much” he mumbled “not yet” he smiled as your lips connected again “okay that’s it I’m just never leaving again” he shrugged, smiling as you pulled back. “I love you so much” you looked up at his eyes, not realizing how much you’d actually missed them the last two months, he connected your lips together once more before you jumped down and he reached for your hand to go inside.

You walked in and were straight away bombarded with your four-year-old holding his stuffed monkey, you rested your head on Shawn’s chest, trying to take in as much of the moment as you can. Shawn picked him up and put him on his hip, “Hello Mr. Keggles, is this your guitar?” his voice was slightly higher when talking to the inanimate object “no daddy, this is my guitar I’m a rock star like you” he laughed and tried to wiggle down from Shawn’s grip so he could show him how he plays it. You looked over at Shawn as your son put the guitar strap over his shoulder and noticed Shawn’s eyes watering up, “babe” you breathed a smile wiping at his eyes. He smiled back at you and kissed you again “he’s so big” he put his forehead on yours, laughing as happy tears began to fall from his eyes, “you’re not watching?” a small voice came from beside you. “Why are you crying?” he dropped the guitar onto the floor and climbed up his parents to see their faces. He held onto your face and wiped the tears that had begun to gather before then doing the same for his dad “what’s wrong?” his voice saddened, you sniffled and kissed your son’s head, “it’s okay baby, they’re happy tears”.

When it was bath time, Shawn insisted on taking him which you knew was a disaster for trouble because the bathroom was always a mess by the time they were done. You heard a big splash of water hit the floor and ran up to see Shawn soaked from head to toe with your four-year-old laughing hysterically, Shawn looked up at you like he’d been caught in the act and you just laughed and turned around. You later snuck up and watched them at the sink as they brushed their teeth, both of them having a towel wrapped around their waist and their hair sticking up as Shawn instructed him to brush in circles. You brought them both a change of clothes and watched your son get excited when he saw his captain America shirt, “who’s your favorite superhero?” he looked up at his dad as Shawn dressed him and waited for an answer “your mum” he whispered in his ear before putting a finger to his lips as to signal that it was a secret. “Go sit on the couch buddy, I’m coming” you called out as your little one ran down the hall, ready to watch the first Harry Potter movie like they always did when it was Shawn’s first day home. He waited till your son was far away enough to not see or hear you before he pulled on your waist to bring you closer and began kissing your neck, “wanna dress me?” he raised an eyebrow to which you laughed “I know you’ve been away a while but you really gotta work on your dirty ta—“ he tickled at your sides making you squeak. Your eyes when wide in a way of telling him to stop “not now” you whispered and motioned to walk out of the bathroom “oh honey” he called you back and you peeked your head around the corner expecting to get another one-liner “I haven’t said it yet but you look gorgeous” you blushed “I’m a mess” you corrected making him walk over to you and hold you around the lower of your back like he previously had been “you. Look. Beautiful” he kissed your lips “you always do”

When your son crashed halfway through the first Harry Potter movie, you and Shawn sat together barely watching what was left because you were so distracted by each other. “I feel like I’m missing out on so much” he whispered, running his thumb along your cheek as you laid on his chest looking up at him. “Shawn, you’re a good dad and a good husband”, you softly smacked at his chest for doubting himself, “you’re here as much as you possibly can be and that’s okay” you assured him but you could still see the worry in his eyes “I haven’t even been here long enough to put this in concrete” you popped yourself up to look at him better “what do you mean?” you smiled having an idea at what he was hinting at. He put his head to one side “c’mon,” he rolled his eyes “I’ve asked a million times but I want to ask you seriously, I want to do the whole romantic gesture thing that takes your breath away you deserve better than me just asking in the moment” you boosted yourself up and sat across his lap so that you now sat taller than him. “The moments that you’re talking about are some of my favorites and just because it isn’t a big, all-out-there gesture doesn’t take away any of its meaning” your eyebrows furrowed, “it still doesn’t take away the fact that he’s four years old and we still aren’t married” “Shawn, there isn’t a time limit on this” you leaned down “I know that you and I are forever and that that little man of ours sleeping beside us is the best thing that we’ve ever done. I don’t need a ring or a certificate to tell me how you feel about me, okay?” you kissed him, putting your hand on his cheek “we’ll do it all in our own time but don’t go making yourself feel bad because you can’t be in two places at once” he looked down shaking his head before he looked back up at you with a hearty smile on his face “how, after all this time, are you still the only thing that can make me feel better when I’ve felt like shit?” you softened your posture and laid back down on his chest “because I’m your savior” you joked making you both softly chuckle in attempt to not wake your son. 

“Come on, we should go to bed” you slid yourself off his lap and watched as Shawn picked up your son and carried him to his bed. He leaned over and tucked him in with his stuffed monkey and turned on his star night light before stepping back and pulling you into his arms, giving you a small kiss on top of your head “he really is amazing” “we did a good job” you agreed before he turned you around, reaching out for your arms “c’mon let’s go to bed”

Did this with number 1 from those post break up prompts I reblogged a few days back! 

Character A is on their way to sell the engagement ring they once bough for Character B (but the never got to propose) when they run into Character B again.

Wolfstar of course :)


Sirius wished the universe had at least had the decency to make it a cloudy, dreary, possibly miserable but that might be taking it a bit far, day. If this was what it had led him too, it was the least it could do, really.

He stared at the blue sky through the small front window of James and Lily’s flat, then back down at the small, velvet box in his hand. His thumb was poised to open it, nail in the soft crease between the top and bottom… and he couldn’t.  He couldn’t. If he saw it again he’d never get rid of it. And it was of no use to him. Not anymore. He’d spent enough hours staring at it, the gold rim, the small inside engraving. It had promised him everything and, now that everything had been lost, it was just a heart breaking reminder. It was worthless. He knew this. But he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see it sitting there, cold in the box still. It should be with him. A sudden image of Remus kissing him, palms to his cheeks, and feeling the cool pressure of the ring on his left flooded through his mind. He pushed it away with difficulty.

He shoved the box into his pocket, grabbing a jumper from the back of the couch and pulling it roughly over his head while calling to James.

“Going out!”

“Okay!” A beat, and then, “Actually, wait, wait!”

Sirius turned from the direction of the door as James appeared in the kitchen doorway, tea in hand. His other rubbed the back of his neck.

“Are you, um…” He coughed, eyes flicking down to Sirius’ hands, searching, “Are you going…”

“Yeah.” Sirius said too quickly. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, and?”

James shook his head a little, shrugging and bringing his tea to his lips, “Nothing. Nothing, alright. Right…”

He shuffled his feet a little and Sirius rolled his eyes, “I’m fine,” He definitely wasn’t fine, “I’ll be back in a bit, yeah?”

James didn’t look any more at ease but he nodded, “Yeah.”



The day felt just as nice as it looked and Sirius scowled at the sun, defiantly putting his hood up and his head down.

The feeling of the box knocking against his thigh with every step was excruciating, a constant reminder of what he was about to do.

It should be with him.

His feet felt heavier with every step, every bump, and he found himself staring at the lump in his pocket. He clenched his fists tighter and tighter at his sides until his nails felt like pin pricks and the box felt like a scorching iron across his skin.

“Fucking hell-“ He dug it out of his pocket roughly, just as he collided with something— someone. Sirius’ head knocked right into a rather bony shoulder making his swear again, only to have the word mix with another curse.

“Shit, sorry, didn’t see.. you.. oh.”

Sirius’ heart started thrumming painfully in his chest. Remus straightened up in front of him.

Sirius went straight back to cursing the universe. Not now. God, please not today.

Sirius just stood there, unable to open his mouth. Remus looked… thin. His hair fell in messy curls over his forehead, as apposed to the usual neat swoop to the side. Really, Sirius couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. They were rimmed with soft purple, and as golden as ever. He thought he might drop to his knees, right there in the middle of the sidewalk, under the weight of the sheer longing that was coating his heart.

Remus opened and closed his mouth a few times before, “It’s a bit hot for a hood.”

Sirius blinked because what? “Wh- What?”

Remus’ cheeks flushed, “I- I don’t know why I said that. But- I- don’t you think?”

Sirius stared a moment more, then slowly raised his hand, swiping his hood from his head, “Right. The sun was just feeling a bit too…” He shook his head, still caught too off guard by how—normal—this conversation sounded.

Remus just nodded distractedly, eyes suddenly not on Sirius’, but trained on Sirius’ hand that was still resting on Sirius’ shoulder from removing his hood. He looked uneasy, panicked even.

Sirius watched as he swallowed thickly, voice coming out horse, “Meeting someone?”

Sirius knit his brows, cocking his head slightly at the sudden question, and the look crossing Remus’ face. How could I be meeting someone when that look is out there somewhere needing someone to kiss it away?

“No. ‘m not, why?”

When Remus’ eyes didn’t move to his, Sirius followed his gaze. His stomach dropped at what he found on the other end. The small, velvet box was still grasped in his hand. In plain sight.

“I- Oh. Fuck, no-” He realized what this must look like to Remus and it only made his heart tighten further. The mere thought that Remus could have it in his head that Sirius would ever, ever be with anyone else right now drove a knife in and twisted it, “No, Re- Remus,” Sirius corrected himself quickly at the way Remus winced.

“It’s fine.” Remus mumbled, “I- I don’t know why I asked. I guess I just…” He trailed off, “Dunno.”

Sirius’ mind whirled, desperately trying to find some lie to tell. He definitely wasn’t about to give Remus the truth, not with the way he wouldn’t even look at him.

“I- This is- I mean, I bought this for— these.” He corrected himself as a thought formed in his head, “I’m going to sell. This is- these are… cuff links. For James’ birthday. He- He didn’t like them.”

Remus’s eyes, which had still been fixed on the box, found Sirius’, “Oh.”

Sirius, gripped the box tightly in his palms, thumb, out of habit, wedging the opening but unwilling to follow through, “Y-Yeah.”

Remus’s expression suddenly changed. His eyes shifted from glazed over, and seemed to fill with a flicker of… something.

“Sirius…” Remus took a step forward.

Sirius’ eyes nearly closed at the way Remus said his name. Like he used to.

“Yeah…” Sirius breathed.

Remus’ eyes flit over his face as he stares down at him, “James’ birthday is in March.”

“I..” Fuck. “Yeah. It is.”

“It’s July.”

Sirius closed his eyes, taking in the close proximity of Remus’ presence and being silently furious with himself at the same time, “Yeah.” He sighed, defeated, “It is.”

Remus’ voice came out soft, “Can I see?”

Sirius’ eyes flashed back to the pools of bronze, panicked, “They’re really not much. Pretty plain. I mean-“ You never saw it. You didn’t want it. “They aren’t- It doesn’t really matter. He didn’t want them.”

Remus cocked his head, “How do you know?”

“Because he kind left before I could give them to y- him.” Sirius sighed, feeling heat bubble in his chest. He wasn’t sure what emotion it was, there were too many flowing through him.

Remus’ brow furrowed, “Well if you had stopped him maybe you could have found out. Let me see.”

Sirius flushed. They definitely weren’t talking about James anymore. “How was I suppose to know he wanted to be stopped?”

“Of course I wanted to be stopped!”

The silence that followed left what little space there was between them now heavy with Remus’ words. They were both breathing hard. Remus’ hand had somehow made its way over Sirius’ on the box. Sirius was burning at the touch.

Remus closed his eyes, letting a breath out through his nose, “Of course I wanted to be stopped.” He repeated.

Sirius stared at him, the crease between his eyebrows, the frown on his mouth, the tightness of his jaw. He swallowed hard, voice coming out shaky, “You can’t expect me to know that, that’s- that isn’t fair. You were so.. You were so angry with me, I thought-”

Remus opened his eyes, fixing them on the ground. The sun cast eyelash shadows on his cheeks. He looked more tired and thin than he had when they started. He shook his head, “No, it isn’t fair.”

Sirius’ heart tugged when Remus let his hand slip away.

Remus still wouldn’t look at him, “‘m sorry, I… I don’t know.”

He turned, carefully avoiding brushing against Sirius again, and started to walk away. Sirius reeled at the loss of contact, the sudden empty space in front of him. He was thrown back in time, standing in their old flat. He was staring into Remus’ tear stricken face one moment and was hearing the door slam the next. There was a velvet box in his pocket and he was very, very alone.

Not again. He decided. Not again.

“Remus.”

Sirius turned at the same time Remus did, eyes meeting. He was sure his looked wild. Remus’ looked just as untamed. He tried to slow his breathing, fingers tightening around the box.

He took a step forward.

“It isn’t cufflinks.”

Remus let out a breath, “No?”

“No.” He took another step, slowly closing the distance between them, “It’s-“ His eyes flitted over Remus’ face, hating ever worry marked there, every frown, each tired rim around his eyes, “God. It’s what I should have stopped you with.”

“You couldn’t have known-“

“I should have known.” He took the final step, thumb finally flicking the box open, “I should have let you know how much I…” He didn’t look down at the ring. Instead, he watched Remus’ eyes widen, he watched his lips part. He watched what he had wished he had watched for months. What he could watch for years. Remus’ eyes went back to his and they were glassy. He looked so tired. Sirius needed to fix it.

“Re..” Remus’ brows knit, eyes shutting at the nickname. He let out a soft noise when he felt Sirius’ hand on his cheek, holding him together.

“Re, I should’ve know. I- I know now, okay?” He ducked his head a little, desperately needed Remus to look at him, “Please, Re-“

But Remus was kissing him, hands on Sirius’ cheeks, a few tears on his own. And Sirius was melting, nearly dropping the box, the ring, as his arms made their way around Remus’ waist.

He closed the box as he kissed Remus. He had a lifetime to give him that ring. He needed this now, they needed this now. He slipped it into Remus’ back pocket, causing him to let out a watery laugh against his lips, and smiled as he wound his fingers in Remus’ hair, pulling their mouths back together.

And with Remus against him, laughing into his kiss, Sirius thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad the sun was out today after all.

5 times Stiles took care of Derek’s injuries and 1 time he didn’t have to

1.

It’s ridiculous how often Derek gets hurt. And it’s also very sad.

He’s always jumping in front of bullets and going to fight vampires without telling anyone and there was this one time he literally knocked Scott out so he could go fight a deadly kelpie by himself.

“This is bullshit.” Stiles yells. No one will listen to him anyway, least of all Derek who’s lying unconscious on the ground.

Again.

“So much bullshit.” He presses his jacket against the wound, glares at Derek’s stupid face. Even passed out he looks in pain. “You’re ridiculous, did you know that? You just have to keep sacrificing yourself. I don’t like it.”

“Here!” Scott throws the hunter’s gun towards Stiles and he reaches out for it immediately, taking the bullet and pressing the burnt wolfsbane against Derek’s shoulder – for the second time this month.

“I’m going to lock you up.” Stiles groans, watching as the wound begins to heal itself. “You’re going to be safe. You’re going to be really safe. The safest.” Derek begins to stir just as Scott sends the last hunter away. “Asshole.” Stiles adds for good measure and Derek slowly opens his eyes.

“Wha –”

“You can’t do that anymore.” Stiles points his finger at Derek’s face, heart pounding as he feels himself tear up. Why can’t Derek just stop? He’s going to get himself killed and that’s going to end up killing Stiles too. “I won’t let you.”

He ignores the fear, the shame and his own self-preservation instincts. Derek needs to know that someone cares about him, that someone loves him. Someone wants him to be happy.

“Stiles,” Derek blinks, tries to sit up. Stiles only pushes him down again.

“Stop it.” Stiles says, runs a hand through Derek’s hair. “Stop trying to die.” He sniffs, ignoring Derek’s shocked expression. “You’re not alone anymore. You have people that care about you.” He takes a deep breath and adds. “That love you.” Derek lets out a quiet ‘oh’ and Stiles smiles sadly. He presses a kiss to Derek’s temple and stands up. “Please.” He adds softly.

He shares a meaningful look with Scott before turning to his Jeep and driving away, tears spilling down his face as he goes home.

2.

Stiles has been in love with Derek for five years. Well, at least that’s what he tells himself. It could be seven, eight, maybe. He can’t be sure – too much happened when he was still a teenager for him to pay attention to his feelings.

So the point is – Stiles loves Derek. A lot. Maybe too much to be healthy. Enough to be a pain in his ass. Because there isn’t a thing Stiles wouldn’t do when he gets a text from Derek two days after his embarrassing love confession saying 'help’ and 'at the loft’.

He really didn’t know what to expect, but opening the door to find Derek covered in scratch marks didn’t even make the top ten.

“What?” Stiles blinks. “A kelpie again?”

“A cat.” Derek answers, gesturing to the tiny ball of fluff curled up on the couch.

What.” Stiles repeats, staring at the cat dubiously. “But –”

“I found her in the woods after –” Derek cuts himself, pointedly avoiding Stiles’ eyes. So he remembers, Stiles takes a deep breath. “Anyway, I need to buy some stuff for her and I don’t want to leave her alone.”

“Oh.” Stiles nods. So they are just going to ignore it, apparently. He swallows, tells himself it doesn’t matter. He wasn’t expecting Derek to feel the same, he just wanted him to know. Just needed him to understand. “Okay, I guess.” He walks towards the couch, smiles softly when the black kitten meows at him. “Hi, baby.” He pets her head softly, laughs when she leans into it happily.

“Deaton said she’s two months.” Derek says, suddenly next to him.

Stiles holds back a shiver. “She’s so teeny-tiny.” He forces a smile and looks up at Derek, meaning to reassure him he’ll take care of the kitten, only to frown when he notices a cut on his left cheek. “You’re bleeding.” He reaches out without thinking, wipes the blood with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Yeah.” Derek whispers, eyes never leaving Stiles’.

“Why?” Stiles bites at his bottom lip, heart beating fast.

“Because I felt guilty.” Derek answers. “Because I wanted to say I love you too, but you ran and now…” he reaches out for Stiles’ hand, presses it back against his own cheek.

“Now?” Stiles insists, bringing his other hand to rest on Derek’s chest where he can feel Derek’s heart beating as fast as his. They are so close, breaths mingling, and if Stiles only leaned in –

“Now you’re here. And I can tell you.” Derek smiles softly. “That I will live for you.” Stiles lets out a shuddering breath as he throws his arms over Derek’s shoulders and buries his face against his neck. He never thought he could feel this happy. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Stiles sniffs, presses a kiss against Derek’s neck, feels the cuts and scratches healing under his hands.

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Daddy Negan {Part 2}

Word count: 3.1k (OF DIRTY DIRTY FUN!)
**Rated MA for mature audiences only!**
Notes: I think Negan will speak for himself in this fic. <3
Gifs are not mine.
Summary: Negan loves teasing you to the point of no return, but tonight he’ll be rewarding his princess. 
{Part One} | {Part Three}


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A New Life

♥ Hi Guys, so here we have another fulfilled request with Loki, This one is especially for @moderndeathsblog (were would I be without you :D) I hope you guys enjoy. Feel free to leave some feedback, drop an ask, send me a message whatever is on you your mind. Requests are open. Found any mistakes? Tell me I would love to fix them. Deutsch Version auf meiner Masterlist.


RequestAngry Smut with Loki after a massive fight (he thinks reader doesn’t really care for him, maybe believes she is with him because she wants to make Thor jealous). After that she finds out that she is pregnant and doesn’t know how to tell him, because he is not speaking with her. And when he finds out he is all happy, telling her how much it means to him that she is carrying his child, because it means she love him? And then maybe another smut? Yes? No? I love you


  • Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
  • Summary: Loki and you fight after he doubt your feelings, and soon you face the consequences of angry sex.
  • Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, angry sex, fighting,langage, pregnancy, pregnant!reader 
  • Words: 2249

You stood together with Thor on the huge balcony of the palace, looking down on the beautiful Asgard.
Loki was unfortunately not home he had royal duties to fulfill and that’s why Thor kept you company. Which happened really often. One of your hands rested on his biceps as you laughed at one of his innumerable stories. You loved to listen to Thor. He often told you stories from Loki’s and his childhood, which often made you smile. Your husband, unfortunately, didn’t liked to talk about his past, so it was always a pleasure to find out more about him, thanks to Thor.

You took a sip of your wine when you heard the door to your room shut loudly and your husband entered. “You seem to have plenty of fun when I’m not around!” Loki said, and you could clearly hear the anger in his voice.“Brother, I’ve only talked with Lady Y/N” Loki sniffed contemptuously and you turned to the blonde.“Thank you for your time, Thor, please leave us alone?” He nodded and left the room, as you heard the door closed again, you turned to your God!

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I slid the first picture from his grasp...

Revealing the snapshot of Brianna, uproariously festooned with the icing of her first birthday cake, a four-toothed smile of fiendish triumph on her face as she waved a new plush rabbit overhead. 

Jamie made a small inarticulate sound, and his fingers loosened. I took the small stack of photographs from him and gave them back, one at a time. 

Brianna at two, stubby in her snowsuit, cheeks round and flushed as apples, feathery hair wisping from under her hood. 

Bree at four, hair a smooth bell-shaped gleam as she sat, one ankle propped on the opposite knee as she smiled for the photographer, proper and poised in a white pinafore. 

At five, in proud possession of her first lunchbox, waiting to board the school bus to kindergarten. 

“She wouldn’t let me go with her; she wanted to go alone. She’s very b-brave, not afraid of anything …” I felt half-choked as I explained, displayed, pointed to the changing images that fell from his hands and slid down to the floor as he began to snatch each new picture. 

“Oh, God!” he said, at the picture of Bree at ten, sitting on the kitchen floor with her arms around Smoky, the big Newfoundland. That one was in color; her hair a brilliant shimmer against the dog’s shiny black coat. 

His hands were shaking so badly that he couldn’t hold the pictures anymore; I had to show him the last few—Bree full-grown, laughing at a string of fish she’d caught; standing at a window in secretive contemplation; red-faced and tousled, leaning on the handle of the ax she had been using to split kindling. These showed her face in all the moods I could capture, always that face, long-nosed and wide-mouthed, with those high, broad, flat Viking cheekbones and slanted eyes—a finer-boned, more delicate version of her father’s, of the man who sat on the cot beside me, mouth working wordlessly, and the tears running soundless down his own cheeks. 

He splayed a hand out over the photographs, trembling fingers not quite touching the shiny surfaces, and then he turned and leaned toward me, slowly, with the improbable grace of a tall tree falling. He buried his face in my shoulder and went very quietly and thoroughly to pieces. 

I held him to my breast, arms tight around the broad, shaking shoulders, and my own tears fell on his hair, making small dark patches in the ruddy waves. I pressed my cheek against the top of his head, and murmured small incoherent things to him as though he were Brianna. I thought to myself that perhaps it was like surgery—even when an operation is done to repair existing damage, the healing still is painful.