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Harvey Dent on Gotham Tonight (TDK Special Features)

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Tied Up

Prompt: “It’s Sam.”
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word count: 534
Warnings: Dom!Sam, Sub!Reader, smut, light bondage, edging, orgasm denial


You moaned out, looking back over your shoulder at Sam. He always was riled up after a hunt. You tugged at the tie that bound your wrists to the headboard when you felt his fingers curl inside of you, knowing exactly where to press to make you squirm. He’s kept you on the verge of cumming for a good thirty minutes’ now. You hated that you loved being edged for so long. You hated the wait, but knowing how good it’d be when you came was worth waiting for.

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You Are My Heaven Pt 1 (Steve Rogers Fic)

Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Tony (mentioned), Clint (mentioned) Maria Hill

Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. Does the reader have the courage to find out if he feels the same way? What if he doesn’t? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)

Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry. 

Word Count: 2.8k

Song Inspiration: A Drop in the Ocean by Ron Pope

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A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? Part 2 will be out in a few days, I promise! It’s already written and will be the last, with a possible epilogue. Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for reading this over! You’re a darling! 

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Originally posted by rdytocmply

Stupid heart.

Stupid feelings.

Stupid brain for putting you in this situation.

Stupid gorgeous, muscled Super Soldier who just had to be working out right in front of you with his God-like physique and sweat glistening on his handsome brow.

At this point, you had no choice in the matter. You were too far gone. Resistance was futile.

“You know, you could just tell him,” muttered the red-headed former assassin beside you.

You scoffed, “Who? About what? I mean, I don’t…what’re you…”

Unimpressed by your less-than-convincing response, Natasha caught your eye and raised an eyebrow. She knew.

Huffing out a frustrated sigh, you conceded. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

A snort of laughter escaped you, “Why? Because he’s Steve Rogers! Captain Freaking America. It’s not gonna happen.”

She shrugged, “You never know unless you try.”

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The Tenth Floor pt 1

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times


You certainly looked the part. Dress slacks, light-blue blouse, a blazer with the sleeves rolled up once. You were even wearing heels, much to your distaste. You had bought your slacks at a consignment store cheap, and they fit other than the length. You planned to either have them hemmed or buy new ones as soon as you got your first pay check, but for now you would have to survive without practical shoes.

The elevator you were standing in was basically a box of mirrors, and everywhere you looked you saw yourself. It was a little disconcerting, so you tried to focus on your phone. You felt the elevator stop, and you glanced up at the numbers on the wall. You were only on the fifth floor, so you guessed someone else must be going up as well.

You were right, and watched as two young men stepped into the elevator with you. The taller of the two gave you a smile as the other almost pressed the button for the tenth floor, noticed it was already lit up, and dropped his hand.

“You must be the new secretary.” He commented, and you raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah, how did you—“

“We know everyone on the tenth floor.” The taller man replied. “My name’s Seokjin, by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, giving them both a smile. “I look forward to getting to know you both.”

“Don’t count on it.” The second man snorted.

Seokjin shot the other man a look, and hit his arm lightly. “Jimin, don’t scare the girl off on her first day.” Jimin shrugged, unperturbed.

“What do you mean, ‘don’t count on it’?” You asked, and Jimin smiled.

“I mean, you won’t be around long enough to get to know us.” He looked over to Seokjin. “I’d give her a week, tops.”

Seokjin sighed. “Such a pessimist.” He chided before sizing you up. “She’ll last a month.”

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In Training Part 2 (NSFW)

Requested: Yes
Request: Pls more black canary apprentice and Damian Wayne? Maybe Damian takes her to her first Wayne charity ball and she like wows him in what she’s wearing and yadyadayada and since we’ve established that she’s a flirt, she just riles him up the entire time. And because he’s inheriting the Wayne company he has to be present and serious but as soon as he is able to step away, things get steamy. (Also I think black sparrow or just sparrow would be a cute super hero name)
Summary: Things get hot after Damian catches you flirting at a gala.
Word Count: 1387

Warnings: Smutty sex, hickies/lovebites, and very little actual plot… enjoy!

Dating Damian was surprisingly natural. He was a perfect gentleman. He took you out on a date at least once a week. He seemed to like physical contact, always stealing your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist whenever you were in close proximity. It made the days fly by until six months went out the window and the two of you were caught off guard by the paparazzi. The pictures of you were plastered all over Gotham’s tabloids, labeling you as Damian’s newest fling to the public.

“I suppose it is time for the public to know I’m unavailable,” Damian shrugged when you pointed them out to him. You felt your brows furrow together. “There’s a gala coming up this weekend, would you attend it with me?” he asked with that signature Wayne smirk that made you weak.

I would love to,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around him. Damian was an incredibly lover. He seemed to know exactly where and how to touch you. He never failed to turn you into a puddle in his bed.

You spent as much time as you could afford shopping for the perfect dress. Damian had insisted on paying, but that didn’t help you find the dress that you wanted. Between training and patrols, you couldn’t get away for long enough to try on more than two dresses at a time. You were beginning to lose hope. Then you found it. It was a little black dress. It hugged you so perfectly, it seemed it was made exactly for your body. It was low cut, revealing your cleavage, but it was in good taste.

The night of the gala, you donned the dress instead of your uniform. You fixed your hair into a flawless style that revealed your neck and made you look luxurious and sexy. Your makeup was perfect and you looked knock dead gorgeous. Damian was going to have a hard time keeping his hands off of you.

The ride to gala was thick with sexual tension as Damian spent the entire time looking you over with a hunger in his blue eyes. His jaw was tense as he struggled with whatever he wanted to say. You felt smug and confident that you could leave the Prince of Gotham in such as state.

As soon as you stepped out of the limo, cameras began flashing you. You put on the smile Damian had taught you. He draped his arm around your waist possessively and led you towards the front doors. You looked up at him, he was smiling and giving the crowd what they wanted. He looked stunning himself.

Inside the gala was in full swing. Everyone was mingling or dancing. Damian led you around gently and you just got to smile and look pretty while the high rollers questioned Damian about Wayne Enterprises. No one had any interest in the pretty face on the rich boy’s arm. After two hours, your face hurt from all the fake grinning . It wasn’t until a wealthy man and his son approached the group you were mingling with that anyone addressed you directly.

What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a boring place like this?” the son asked while his father began questioning Damian. You glanced at Damian to see his jaw flex, his hand around your waist tightened slightly. He had heard the stranger.

“Well, I think it just got interesting,” you smirked flirtatiously. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was taking your bait.

I can think of a few things you might like,” he winked his dull brown eyes. You wanted to roll yours but you felt Damian’s arm tighten again. He was livid.

“Is that right?” you bit your lip playfully. Damian cleared his throat, pulling your gaze back up to him.

Excuse us,” he smiled to the group before practically dragging you to the nearest corridor. He pushed your back against the wall and pinned you there with his strong arms. You smirked up at him.

Is someone jealous?” you teased playfully. He smashed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. It left you breathless and lightheaded.

We’re leaving,” he ordered roughly after he pulled away. You raised a brow.

But what about image, oh, Prince of Gotham?” you questioned teasingly. He growled low in his throat.

I don’t give a damn,” he smirked predatorily before snatching another hot kiss that sent fire through your veins. He pulled away and quickly began leading you towards the door. His pace was brisk with his long legs and you practically had to jog to keep up.

The limo couldn’t get there fast enough. He ran his hands over your sides and kept you on the edge of combusting. He planted kisses on your knuckles and hands while the photographers watched like vultures. As soon as the car pulled around, he pulled open the back door and you climbed inside. As soon as he climbed in and slammed the door closed behind him, his mouth was back on yours.

The ride home consisted of an intense make out session that had your blood boiling. He left purple love marks on your neck and collarbone as he ran his hands through your hair, ruining your styling work. The ride didn’t last long at all before he was helping you out of the limo. He swept you off your feet and carried you up the front steps of Wayne manor.

He carried you all the way to his bedroom, were he set you on the grand king size bed. You looked up at him lustfully and licked your lips before pulling his mouth to meet yours. It was a mad gap to get rid of the clothing between you. You heard a rip and you knew sadly that the dress was history.

Very quickly the two of you were bare and he roughly entered you. You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your throat. Damian pounded into you with a brutal pace, quickly sending you screaming over the edge. He was relentless. As you called out his name and cursed, he nibbled your ear and sucked more hickies on your slender neck. The second orgasm had your whole body shaking with ecstasy.

Do you think anyone else could make you feel this good?” he whispered against the base of your throat. You shook your head, unable to find real words. “I’m the only one who can touch you like this,” he growled deeply as he continued his rough fucking. “You belong to me,” he said bluntly.

Yes!” you screamed as your body was sent hurtling over the edge for a third time. You cried out his name like a prayer and it didn’t take him long to finish. He laid next to you, curling his arms around you to pull you against his chest. Your body felt like pudding, but his touch felt like heaven.

I love you, (Y/N),” he sighed. You smiled and pushed yourself up to kiss him sweetly and gently.

I love you, Damian,” you replied. He smiled up at you, that genuine smile that melted your heart.

“Robin, come in,” a voice spoke up from the communicator in Damian’s nightstand drawer. He sighed before grabbing the thing.

Robin, here,” he answered.

We need you and Sparrow here in the Watchtower, asap,” Jon spoke clearly.

We’ll be there in ten minutes,” he answered and tossed the communicator aside.

You wasted no time digging out the spare uniform you kept in Damian’s room. You pulled it on and groaned as you saw the purple marks all over your neck, shoulders, and chest. There was no possible way to conceal the marks in the time you were given. You narrowed your eyes at Damian as he pulled on his Robin uniform. He noticed the purple marks and smirked proudly.

Now, no one will doubt that you are mine, beloved,” he told you cheekily. You looked back at your reflection and couldn’t help but stare at the marks. “Let’s go before they send Jon after us,” he chuckled and pulled you away from the mirror. You just hoped no one had the guts to mention the marks. You didn’t feel like beating the shit out of one of your teammates.    

Safe & Warm

Summary: Just an insight into your relationship with Bucky. Based on Colbie Caillat’s Bubbly.

Word Count: 1,436

Contains: Excessive amounts of fluff.


Originally posted by enochianess

Bucky stops in his tracks, making Steve retrace his steps back to the flower shop. Bucky is admiring flowers and he grins. “Didn’t know you were into flowers now, Buck.”

Bucky scoffs, digging his elbow into Steve’s ribs. “Shut up. They’re not for me.”

“For Y/N?”

“They remind me of her,” says Bucky.

Steve smiles at him. Bucky is happy, he is actually healing from everything and is smiling more often than not and it makes Steve want to run back to the tower and find you, hug you as tight as he can.

“Buy her the flowers,” offers Steve.

“Should I?” Bucky’s forehead is creased and Steve laughs softly.

“Yeah, she’ll love them, man.”

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Falling In Love In A Coffee Shop

Tony x Reader

Part One:  I’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down. I want to come too.

The title of this series come from this song and it will be central to this series going forward, so as usual please feel free to give it a listen, and this whole idea was born from a request by the ever lovely @wellthatsrandomkek

Set in the aftermath of Civil War when Tony is attempting to heal and forgive, when he meets you at a chance meeting in a small town coffeeshop will both of your lives be affected forever? Also if you have seen the movie We Bought A Zoo (2011), I imagine reader’s fashion sense and general personality to be quite like Scarlet Johansson’s character Kelly. So her setting is going to be a ranger in a wildlife park.


Request: Tony has a lot on his mind and one day leaves the tower. He finds this small, cozy coffee shop and he can’t decide what to order. You (a regular) are behind him and orders for the both of you. You talk, swap numbers and proceed to text a lot. His whole mood lights up when he gets a text from you and he slowly falls in love with you. He loves the calm you give him and your gentle ways when he spends time with you.

Warnings: Sad Tony. Sad Reader.

Words: c, 1,600


The place was empty with half the team missing. Vision was miserable and even if Rhodey had told him a hundred times not to be so hard on him Tony couldn’t quite bring himself to forgive him.

But he couldn’t help but pause to wonder if Vision was who he was really angry at.

Or was it Steve?

Or himself?

Or all of the above?

He sighed and ran his hands over his face, he felt exhausted and a lot older than he actually was.

He had to get out of this place, and everything it reminded him of and so rising from his office chair, he grabbed his coat and drove until he reached some small town he didn’t quite catch the name of, and then pulling into a parking space on the side of the road he spotted  a small coffee shop and wearily made his way inside.

He stood in line but he felt numb, and his mind was certainly elsewhere by the time he heard the barista ask him his order.

He looked panicked up at the order boards, and for some reason he couldn’t get his brain to work. He begged his brain for help but he realised with a startle that he must have said it out loud when a gentle hand reached for his arm.

“Are you alright?” you asked him gently.

“I can’t!” he was shaking his head gently “I have no idea what to order.”

“Any allergies to nuts?” you asked and he shook his head slowly.

“Two hazelnut lattes,” you told the barista and watched the man before you visibly relax, you had planned on simply getting your coffee to go and driving back out to your ranch, but in that instant your plans had changed and you knew you were going to sit with this terrified stranger until he no longer looked quite so terrified.


One sip of his coffee and his brown eyes locked with yours in concurrence.

“It’s good right?” you smiled gently, stirring the contents of your own cup and he hmmed in agreement.

“Thanks, by the way,” he said softly “back there I just sort of went blank and freaked out.”

“It happens,” you answered kindly and offered him a warm smile, that he returned wearily, but genuinely.

“Did you get lost on the highway?” you gently pressed and he looked at you questionly and you couldn’t help but smile, he was in expensive jeans and you were pretty sure his sweater was designer, you and everyone around you for that matter were in jeans, and yours were slightly faded you’d had them so long.

“I mean you’re dressed a little too well to be from anywhere around here.”

Catching your drift he chuckled slightly, “I guess you could say that I did get a little lost,” in more ways than one he thought bitterly and ran a hand over his face for good measure.

“Well then I guess of all places to get lost, I’m glad you washed up here. You’ve saved me from a horrendously boring afternoon.”

“Is that right?” he perked up ever so slightly “and why is that?”

You leaned in closer for emphasis, “you have saved me from an afternoon of mowing grass, and potting plants.”

Tony smiled, “You know that doesn’t sound so awful, it sounds quite therapeutic actually.”

“Ok now I really know you must be a city boy!” you chuckled and he looked at you with an amused expression on his face.

“You don’t know who I am?” he asked with a quirk of his head and you looked at him utterly perplexed, before shaking your head.

“Should I know?”

“No, no you shouldn’t,” he exclaimed and looked almost delighted that you didn’t, “My name is Tony,” he offered with a genuine smile and you couldn’t help but smile back, “y/n.”

“So what brought you out here to the middle of nowhere?” you tried gently and he looked at you for a moment as if he was sizing you up.

“I had to get away for a bit. Things were.. well everything’s sort of a mess really,” he looked so tired and so dejected, that your heart caught a little in your chest.

“Can these things be fixed?” you coaxed gently “If you try, can they be fixed?”

“I think so,” he answered with a pained expression.

“Then try,” you almost whispered “The only way to fail is by not trying and if whatever it is is making you this unhappy then you owe it to yourself to try.”

He didn’t answer for a moment and you thought maybe for a moment you had overstepped your mark.

“It’s just,” he began, but paused until he looked at your expectant expression and something about you, your aura, your whole being made him feel like it was safe to talk to you and he found himself increasingly wishing he could just offload everything he had been carrying for weeks upon you.

“What if you get hurt again?” you finished for him softly and he damn near almost choked up as he nodded to you.

“Am I that obvious?” he tried to joke but it fell flat.

You looked at him honestly for a moment “I would recognise that look in your eyes anywhere.”

“I’m just. so. tired,” he told you honestly “and I can’t face staying in that place any longer. It’s just too empty, so I hit the road and I just drove until I couldn’t drive anymore and here I am.”

“Well I’m glad of all the coffeeshops, in all the towns you passed that this was the one that you chose.”

“Me too,” he told you honestly.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed between you and when you looked up from your cup he was looking right at you, really looking at you for the first time since he had sat down and it made your cheeks heat up.

He opened his mouth to speak when his ringtone interrupted the moment and when he saw Rhodey’s name on the screen he panickly answered.

“Yes, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he answer hurriedly and then rising from the table so quickly he almost knocked it over, you struggled to keep up with the sudden change of pace and as soon as he hung up he rounded on you in a rush and pulled you to him in a quick hug.

“I’m sorry I have to go, you’ve been so lovely and wonderful, but I have to go.”

You barely got a chance to answer him when he was rushing out the door and disappearing out of sight, and you collapsed back into your seat dazed, whispering “goodbye Tony,” under your breath and mourning the loss of a man you didn’t even know.


As you turned off the road into your driveway that evening, you were met by the head groundskeeper of the nature park you worked and lived at and you smiled because just like that your life was back to normal, almost as if you had never met a handsome stranger in the middle of your local coffeeshop only a few hours before.

“I thought you’d never get back,” he joked and you climbed out of your truck, pulling the various animal feeds you had purchased in town on your way home.

“Eliza had to mow the lawns so you’re officially in her bad books,” he joked and when you half smiled at him he patted you reassuringly, “I know it’s been tough, I know you’re really going through it right now, but hang in there. This place, the animals, all of us, we really need you.”

You smiled then genuinely, and he smiled back as he helped you carry some of the larger sacks up to the barn, and as the sun set your mind wandered back to Tony, you hoped he could mend whatever, whoever, was eating him up.

As for you, you would keep trying to do the same thing.



Tony lay awake listening to the silence. Can you even listen to silence he wondered, perhaps you could he decided after all. You definitely could if the sound of silence was what was keeping you awake. Right?

His mind wandered back to you for the thousandth time since he got back home..could he even call it home anymore?

What you had said to him about trying to fix things with Steve had struck a chord he didn’t even know he needed to hear, how had you known he was afraid of being hurt and why did he feel like you knew his pain a little too well? Why hadn’t he asked you that? Why hadn’t he caught onto that at the time?

Would he ever get a chance to ask you that now? 

Would he ever even see you again?

He turned over and sighed deeply, he was idiot for not taking your number, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about you, shutting his eyes one more time in a futile attempt to get some sleep, he vowed to himself to track you down again. He simply could not live the rest of his life without talking to you again, the only person who had seen straight through him in years. 

Getting out of bed he got up to throw some clothes into a small carry bag, he was going back to the small town he had accidentally stumbled upon earlier and he was going to find you. He had decided. 


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You were sat on the couch watching BTS’ latest interview, staring at your boyfriend who was seated happily on the screen. It was normal for the two of you now. Whenever he was doing a live broadcast you would sit and wait at home.

The woman on screen was smiling widely as she asked each of the members a question. Once she got to your boyfriend, you felt a smile come across you face.

“So. All the other guys are very vocal about what they look for in a girl, what about you? What’s your ideal girl?”

It was a secret about the two of you being together. The company knew about it and they approved it but they wanted it to stay quiet so that BTS would still be looked at and lusted after to increase sales. You understood this and didn’t object as it helped with their career.

You knew what you were expecting him to say, but the words that came out of his mouth were a shock to you.

“I look for a small girl, someone who I can easily hold in my arms and cradle. She has to be sweet and funny and always make me smile.”

You felt something akin to a gunshot go through your chest as you thought about what he said. You looked down at yourself and noticed what you had been trying to block out. You had never thought being a little bigger had been a bad thing, but as the words left his mouth you realized that maybe you weren’t what he wanted.

The other guys on the screen looked at him with disbelief as the words left his mouth. They knew that who he was describing wasn’t you, and that hurt more than anything.

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anonymous asked:

That hard concentrated look on his face while he's drinking just does something for me. Like imagining him getting a bit serious with you after all your teasing and he's just giving you that look that tells you 'just wait till we get back to the room'...

Punishment

A/N: This blurb involves consensual spanking.  If you are not comfortable with that, please do not continue.

Pub nights went one of two ways with Niall and his friends.  Sometimes they were long, drawn out affairs where pints were nursed and conversation was low and easy.  More often than not though, they were frenetic affairs that quickly devolved into drinking games, and general debauchery.  You’d become accustomed to dealing with Niall and his gaggle of “lads”, once referring to them as “my own lost boys”.  Niall had wrapped his arm around you and with a lopsided grin corrected your assessment. “No no love, haven’t you seen Twitter? Louis is Peter Pan, not me.”  You’d shoved his chest lightly and rolled your eyes at him. “You’re right babe”, you nodded sagely, “you’re more like Tinkerbell.”  Niall had scowled deeply and spent the rest of the night pouting into his drink while . It hadn’t helped that Bressie was out with you that night and repeatedly picked Niall up by the scruff of his coat and shook him while yelling “Where’s tha fairy dust, Chief?”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Yakuza AU (if you're not comfortable with that than just normal) with hand x reader where their home is raided and reader is held hostage and hanzo has to watch a little as she is beat up or groped or something before he can save her and kill them? And then a lil fluffy smut along the lines of like "I could've lost you" or "I'll never let them hurt you"

((Yakuza Hanzo…is like my greatest weakness…holyshit thaaaank you for this request you lovely person you))

Japanese summers were absolutely stifling; the suffocating humidity combined with the sweltering heat left people in a constant state of lethargy and irritability. But in the same hand, they were incredibly beautiful in their uniqueness to only Japan; the festivals, fireworks, seasonal delicacies, variety of vibrant and unique yukatas all accompanied by the singing of cicadas. It made suffering through the intense weather worth it. But something was wrong…the cicadas around the Shimada-gumi’s summer estate had gone silent.

“Hanzo?”

Your voice was soft, still thick with sleep as you felt your husband’s arms untangle from around your waist, your body instantly rousing when the comforting heaviness of his touch was gone. Confused wakefulness began to course through you as your bleary eyes cleared, watching as your shirtless husband pulled one of his gun’s from his nightstand, hands quickly loading the weapon and pointing it at the door. You felt your heart begin to thunder in your chest as you pushed yourself up, Hanzo flashing one finger back at you as he took a half step towards the bedroom door. He was still shirtless, his raven hair hastily pushed back from his face but not tied up, the muscles of his back and shoulders tense. Your own body went tense as you heard a crash from downstairs, a muffled curse followed by the sound of more crashing.

Someone had gotten into the estate.

This was not the first time this had happened and you were sure that it wouldn’t be the last; the Shimada-gumi may not have been the biggest Yakuza faction in Japan but they were one of the strongest. That painted a very pretty target on any and all Shimada or Shimada associates’ back. Assassins, kidnappers, blackmailers, hell, even the occasional paparazzi had managed to sneak onto the estate, all looking for something that could bring the Yakuza faction to their knees. Still, none had made it into the main house. Most ended up snuffed out by their small army of Shimada hired bodyguards or security bots near the front gates, the more insistent trespasser making it to the gardens before being shut down. They weren’t in the main Shimada estate, however.

Hanzo had surprised you with a month-long trip to Hokkaido; the two of you visiting the various estates, onsens and even small castles that the Shimadas’ owned in the northern region, handling business on the side but mostly enjoying one another’s company. While your travel security detail had been with the both of you, it was light compared to the amount that stayed around on the main estate. Still, the travel schedule had been strictly need to know, meaning that someone had either hacked their itinerary or one of your trusted employees had divulged that information. Regardless, it appeared that you and Hanzo were on your own for the time being.

As quietly and quickly as you could, you groped at the nightstand until your fingers wrapped around your phone. You forced yourself to look away from your husband’s back, fingers dancing across the touchscreen in a practiced manner, activating the panic feature that had been built into the device. It sent a notification out to the elders, Genji, the entirety of the Shimada security detail and several police stations that were in the pocket of the family. Because of your location, you knew it would be at least two hours before someone arrived, the both of you just had to manage until then. You moved as silently as you could, Hanzo not turning to look at you as you lightly placed your hand on his back.

“I called”, you murmured, voice barely rising above a whisper, taking a half step closer and pressing your body against his back. Touching him calmed you, the heat from his body easily bleeding through the lace and chiffon of the cream negligee you wore, ebbing the racing of your heart. “Two hours…should we–?”

Your body jumped as you felt Hanzo go stock still against you, the sound of someone right outside the door making your blood run cold. The small estate you were in tonight had been upgraded back in 2050 to be more automated; biometric-based security systems, HD security cameras, holo-pad controlled HVAC and appliances and hidden lights that responded to physiological changes in the rooms they were installed in. The security system in the home was, or was supposed to be, heavily encrypted. But you watched as Hanzo adjusted his hold on the gun, the soft, electronic sounds of beeping sounding off through the door before several tiny clicks sounded. The biometric pad next to the door turned from red to green, Hanzo taking several steps back, arm reaching and pushing you further behind him.

“Ah ah, I would put the weapon down! Unless you want your pretty little wife to watch us blow a hole in you.”

Your hand curled into a fist against Hanzo’s back, feeling the angered growl that rumbled through his frame as he sized up the threat in front of the both of you. You could feel the vicious, snarling energy of his twin dragons rippling from beneath his tattoo, sending waves of warning heat through your left arm and your own white ink tattoo. All Shimadas’ were marked with a sign of the dragons, whether by becoming of age if you were blood related or marriage once you had been proven worthy. While unable to actually summon a dragon, the tattoo tied you to your husband and symbolized you were to be protected by his dragons. You didn’t need to see his face to know that his mind was running through every possible scenario that could play out, silently assessing their chances of getting out of here through brute force alone. Gulping thickly, you could see the slight twitch in his shoulders as his hand tightened around his gun before lowering it, the weapon clattering to the floor loudly as he raised his hand.

“Name your demands”, Hanzo said smoothly, his deep voice even despite the danger. His words were sharp, commanding, taking charge despite the fact that he was at a disadvantage; just as the head of the Shimada-gumi should. His right arm remained raised but his left was behind him, keeping you safely tucked behind his body, shielding your both from seeing and being seen by them.

“Oh we will”, the obvious leader remarked snidely, his voice nasally and grating. There was a chorus of laughter that sounded from behind him before he snapped. “Grab ‘em!”

Your husband snarled at the men, stepping back and trying to guard you before the butt of a pistol swung out and connected with his left temple, stunning the man.

“Hanzo!”

Your arms wrapped around Hanzo’s middle as his body wavered, squeaking softly as you and Hanzo fell. Pulling him tight against your body, you were finally able to see the men that dared to attack the Shimada-gumi. There were five of them clustered around the door, the red oni tattooed on the side of their neck clearly indicating what faction they were from. Dogs from the Horikoshi-gumi. The Shimada and Horikoshi factions had been locked in a bloody battle, the latest fight taking out the second lieutenant from the Horikoshi gang. Last you heard though, was Hanzo and Ryota, their leader, had come to an agreement, a truce to end the bloodshed. Apparently his men hadn’t heeded the memo. The scrawny man in front leered at you, a wide grin breaking across his face, revealing a mouth full of golden teeth.

“You heard me boys, grab ‘em! Let’s take them downstair so we can put on a real show.”


It felt as if a nail had been driven through the left side of his head, Hanzo biting back the groan of pain that threatened to fall from his lips. The throbbing in his skull was only matched by thrum of heat beating in his arms, the dragons twisting and snarling, waiting to lash out for their master.

“Real shame you had to go and marry a Shimada. You’re real pretty. Sweet little thing like you would look real nice on my arm.”

“The only shameful thing right now is being touched by the likes of you”, you stated coldly, venom in your calmly spoken words.

Hanzo forced his eyes open, his lip curling up in a silent snarl of pain as light flooded his senses, lids fluttering until he could see clearly. His wrists had been bound together and he had been left in a kneeling position while unconscious. Hanzo barely tilted his face, assessing the room quickly before he lost the advantage of no one knowing he was awake. It appeared that they had dragged the both of you into the tea room, the size of the room comfortably seating the dozen or so men that appeared to have been stationed in there. Hanzo felt his stomach twist tight in both anger and worry as his eyes connected with you, his fists clenching tight as he resisted the urge to lash out.

Your face had settled into a stony mask, full lips drawn in a tight line of anger, eyes staring directly ahead at the wall. You sat in seiza, shoulders rolled back and head held high, back ramrod straight with your hands curled tightly in your lap. The right sleeve of your gown had been torn, your hair was disheveled and several strands hung in your face, your braid almost completely loosed. Despite the leering men around you and the precarious situation the two of you were in, you still gave off the aura of a perfect lady. Two men stood on either side of you, the man that had struck Hanzo before was walking back and forth in front of you.

“Think you’re so high and mighty don’t you bitch? You think we don’t know you were one of them little hostess sluts?”

“I may have been a hostess but I had class unlike you”, you scoffed, gaze still refusing to meet his. The man growled hand flying out and grabbing you by the hair, fingers tangling deep into your locks and yanking your head up.

“Get your hands off of her!”

The man’s hold on your hair slackened for a brief second before tightening, a manic titter lifting from his throat. Your eyes flew to Hanzo’s, the mask of fearless indifference cracking into unadulterated relief and abject distress as the man holding your hair shook you with a leering grin. Your lips pursed tight, refusing to reward the man with a cry of pain, a shameful blush burning across your cheeks as the cretin moved behind you and grabbed your throat with his free hand.

“Well good morning sunshine”, the man exclaimed, a sneer settling on his lips as he glared down at Hanzo. Chuckles followed from around the room, the low-ranking lackeys smirking wickedly at their eyes darted from their boss and you to the bound Hanzo. “Woke up just in time to see me play with your pretty little whore! If anything happens to her, it’s all on you buddy! Shouldn’t have fucked with us!”

Hanzo made a move to stand only to have two hands clap down on his shoulders and yank him back to the floor. Your eyes went round, struggling against the hold, a raucous laugh rising as the both of you protested the treatment of the other. A cry was finally wrested from your lips as you felt the hand of the man drag down from your throat, playing with the edge of your gown brusquely. Your eyes frantically locked with your husband, seeing the discernable rage in his gaze, his body struggling against the men before going completely still. His brow was furrowed, more in concentration now rather than anger as he stared at you, silently exuding calm your way. He was telling you to ‘focus on him’. You blinked several times, the tears that rested in your eyes rolling down your cheeks, as you gave a fraction of a nod to your head.

“Is this all of them”, Hanzo asked simply, ignoring the incredulous bark of laughter that bounced through the room.

“Y-yes”, you answered, your eyes darting around before looking back to your husband’s as realization began to dawn on you. A soft astonished laughed fell from your lips as the gangster yanked at your hair once more, earning yet another laugh from you.

“What the fuck is so funny?!”

“You and your men”, you started, voice slightly strained in pain as he tugged harder at your hair, confidence returning to your face. “You are foolish men who have made a grave error. You never corner a dragon.”

“Just what the fu–”

“Ryū ga waga teki wo kurau!”

You winced, not allowing your eyes to fully shut, as the room filled with bright, brilliant bursts of cyan light. Hanzo’s twin dragons burst forth from his arm, a deafening roar filling the small space as Yuuki and Ame tore their way through the men, circling around the room and hitting every target. The dragons, like their master, were thorough in their ferocity; ripping through the bodies of the men and completely disintegrating them with their magic energy. A reassured smiled tugged at your lips as the dragons reached you, the hand holding your hair finally releasing you and allowing you to drop back to the ground fully. It felt like a summer breeze was blowing around you, warm and soothing and peaceful, your own tattoo thrumming as the dragons danced around you briefly before surging back to their master. Your eyes fluttered open, briefly looking around the emptied before connecting with Hanzo.

“Hanzo!”

You cried out for your husband, scrambling forward and hastily untying the ropes that bound his wrists. As soon as his arms were freed, you threw your arms around his neck, the man’s strong arms wrapping around you as he fell back onto his rear. Your hands shook as you pulled back slightly, finger touching the bruise to the side of his face gingerly a sympathetic whimper rumbling in your throat. Your fingers continued to dance over his skin, he doing the same to you in return, both of you worriedly examining one another. You flinched as you felt Hanzo’s hand graze the top of your negligee, gulping hard as your eyes locked back onto his anger darkened amber eyes.

“I was so scared”, you forced out, leaning forward to press your forehead against his, tears springing to your eyes. He pressed back, his hands lifting to hold either side of your face gently, thumbs rubbing in slow circles. “They hit you and you were out…and they dragged us down here and you weren’t moving Han. You weren’t moving…and they…they said…I could’ve lost you…”

“I am so sorry beloved”, he breathed out, tilting his head up and pressing a hard kiss to your lips to silence your anxious rambling, a soft sob falling against his lips. “I will never let them hurt you. I will never let anyone hurt you again. I will protect you til my dying breath.”

“No dying”, you corrected, your sob and laugh morphing together as you kissed him back hard.

Kissing him made everything feel better, your arms wrapping hard around his neck as you tried to press yourself closer to him. You needed to touch him, feel him and it seemed that the feeling was mutual, the both of you drawing consolation from one another. Hanzo’s hands pulled away from your face, trailing downwards in a soothing manner, thumbs lightly massaging at your throat then at your collarbone and shoulders before dropping to the neckline of your negligee. His touch was gentle, tender, pushing away the mental remnants of that cretin’s hands on you. You whined as he broke away from your lips, softly shushing you as he kissed the corner of your lips then your jaw and your jaw. He gently nudged your face with his nose, a silent query for permission that you quickly granted by tilting your head up for him. He kissed where the man’s hand had been so tightly wrapped around, drawing soft sighs from your lips before dipping lower.

“Han…”

Your hands tightened on his shoulder, in no way stopping the man but steadying yourself in his lap as his beard grazed the swell of your breast. He softly shooshed you again, hand coming up to run over your cheek before it moved to undo the button at the nap of your neck. The gown slackened slightly around your shoulders, Hanzo pausing to run his fingers over and through your hair, completely undoing your braid before his hands dragged back up to your shoulders. He pushed your nightgown down, your arms dropping, the soft, translucent fabric to pool at your waist. Soft sighs and whimpers of appreciation tumbled from your lips as his lips drew downwards, back arching as he captured one of your nipples in his mouth. Your hands dragged to the back of his head, pushing him closer, fingers tangling into his hair.

His touch, his lips, the soft words of endearment spoken against your skin drove away the fear of losing him, the thoughts of being touched by another. Your fingers scratched lightly at his scalp, his calloused hands running up and down your sides and over whichever breast wasn’t currently in his mouth. He lowered you gently to the floor, his mouth leaving your sensitive nub, eyes boring into yours lovingly. Gently cupping his cheek you smiled, other hand gently coaxing him back to your lips and kissing him earnestly. Heat was rolling lazily in your core, the emotional need to be coupled with your husband winning out over the physical demand for it.

“Please”, you breathed out as the both of you broke away, stars in your eyes as you looked at him. You peppered soft, adoring kisses to his lips through your words, unrushed, tender shows of affection and want. “Hanzo, please?”

He smiled at you, a rare expression that you hoarded greedily and proudly, his gaze soft yet hungry for you. He assented, nodding and gently nudging his forehead against yours, placing one more kiss against your lips. You loosed your hold around his neck as he pulled back, his hands pushing his silk night trousers and underwear down. Eyes dipping downward, you shivered as your eyes took in the sight of his thick cock, already dripping with precum. Hanzo’s hand lightly tilted your chin up, your eyes locking as he slowly crawled over your body. You laid back with him over you, shivering hard as his lips pressed into yours, whimpering softly as his hands pushed your gown up. The warmth of his hands made your skin tingle wherever they roamed, sighing needily as he gently massaged at your bare hips, spreading your legs for him as his hands dragged to your thighs.

“Hm!”

You whined against his lips, back arching as his hand grinded insistently at your mound, fingers slowly rolling around your sensitive nub. He smiled against your lips, catching your moans as her rubbed your wet slit, fingers barely dipping into your core. Your arms wrapped tight around his neck, pulling him closer to you and whining piteously at his teasing motions.

“Han please”, you breathed against his lips as he dragged his hand over your clit once more, gently clawing at his shoulders.

“Of course beloved”, Hanzo murmured, pulling his hand away from your cunt before moving further your legs.

The both of you groaned as Hanzo lightly brushed his cock against your entrance, your hands tightening against his shoulders once more. Your breath hitched as he began to push into you, toes curling and hips rolling as the head slipped inside. Hanzo’s head fell to your shoulder as he set a steady, lazy pace, his lips and tongue pressing gently into the skin of your neck. There was no rush in either of your movements, hands falling to either side of your head, Hanzo’s hands intertwining with yours.

“You are mine”, he moaned against your skin as he nibbled at your pulse points. You gave a loan moan of agreement, nodding your head dazedly as he gave a slight snap of his hip. “Made just for me beloved. Only mine to touch, dearest. Mine to protect.”

His words were possessive but not aggressive, waves of pleasure lapping hungrily at your senses each time he spoke. The words were intimate, loving, his grinding hips and thrusts filled with a need to show you how much he needed you, cared for you. One of his hands released yours, his thrusts getting faster, sloppier as you tightened around him. Butterflies flew in your stomach their numbers expanding as his hands caressed your face tenderly, combing through your hair and moaning your name in such a sweet, loving voice.

“H-Hanzo”, you whimpered, body being carted towards.a.point of no return. Your mind was filled with thoughts of him, your darling husband, of his words and his caresses, of the sweet nothings the slurred together as he hungrily kissed and nipped at your skin. Nothing from earlier remained, only him and his affections and his cock coaxing you towards your edge. Your eyes slipped closed, fireworks dancing behind your lids as you came, Hanzo’s strokes picking up as he fell right along with you. You could feel the warmth of his seed fill you, your walls milking him hungrily, taking all of him in. All you could do was squeeze his hands tight, free hand wrapping around his neck to press him close and sobbing words of agreement to him. “Yours, all yours dear husband. Just for you. You just for me. Oh Hanzo I love you, I love you I love you.”

“I love you too my beloved wife”, he said through gentle kisses, body still shivering as he fell atop you, his weight a welcomed warmth.

It took several moment for the both of you to regain your bearings; Hanzo redressing you and himself, picking you up bridal style (despite your insistence you could walk) and laying you in the bed while telling you to sleep, that he would take care of the rest. You assented to him this time, only requiring one stipulation: that he stay until you fell asleep. And so he did, brushing your hair and face until you were lulled into dreamland comfortably.

Princess

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: smut  |  Word Count: 4,987

Summary: Reader hates that Bucky calls her names, but the latest one he’s come up with has her fuming.

Warnings: public sex (?), unprotected sex, swearing, Bucky being an annoying little shit.

Author’s Note: This idea came to mind a long time ago when there was an audio going on on tumblr of Seb’s voice. In it, there was a part where he says Princess, and the idea just popped up in my head like that. The audio can be found here. Be warned though, it’s pure porn. As always, let me know if there’s any typo.

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Originally posted by effy-west

you’re Kirk’s wife and is close to all the crew, especially Spock, Bones and Scotty. Jim is worried about your safety on the Enterprise so he gets an officer to teach you self-defence. However the officer has a grudge on Kirk and takes it out on the reader who has too much pride to admit what’s going on. So when the boys find out, they go into overprotective mode.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Jim asked, holding your elbow as you stood outside the door to the gym. Jim had been worrying over you since you had first stepped foot onto the Enterprise.

“I’ll be fine. Now will you please get back to the bridge before this ship falls into disrepair” you teased, kissing his cheek and pushing him away. 

“Alright! Alright! I’m going! Comm me when you’ve finished” Jim chuckled, watching you go through into the gym before heading to the bridge. He did have work to do, no matter how much he’d be distracted until you came back. 

“Officer LaRue? I’m Ensign Kirk, the Captain said you would be able to teach me some self-defence classes” you introduced, walking up to the rather large officer. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit apprehensive about the class. He was so much bigger than you. 

“You’re the Captain’s wife?” he asked, running his eyes up and down you, sizing you up. It did nothing to help soothe the butterflies in your stomach. 

“Technically yes but I think you’re meant to call me Ensign” you corrected, bouncing on the balls of your feet. You always felt embarrassed when people found out your connection to Jim. No embarrassed was the wrong word, nervous. Yes that was it, nervous in case they thought you had gotten into the Enterprise because of your husband. When instead it was because of all your hard work. 

LaRue shrugged, beginning to get out some equipment. “I don’t care. We should get started. I expect you to work hard and keep up with me. I’m not going to go easy on you because you’re a girl” LaRue grumbled, as you bristled at that. It was fair though, you wanted to prove that you could handle being on the Enterprise. So if LaRue was your best chance, you would take it.


“So why aren’t you teaching her Captain?” Scotty asked, poking at his salad. Bones had put him on a diet, much to the irritation of the engineer. 

“Because the Captain would hate to see Ensign Kirk hurt” Spock replied, going through his data pad. 

“More like he’d get distracted too much” Bones scoffed, eating his sandwich with relish as he stared at a gaping Scotty. 

Jim rolled his eyes, glancing at his comm link in hope he had a message. “Shut up Bones! I just want to make sure Y/N is going to be okay on the ship. Especially as everyone knows that she’s my wife” Jim shrugged, putting him comm down a little bit too forcefully. 

“No one would harm Y/N Captain” Spock assured, typing away. 

“Hey!” You greeted, sitting beside Jim in the canteen. Honestly you were exhausted and you felt so sore. LaRue did not go easy on you at all, even considering that this was your first time. 

“Hey how was it?” Jim grinned, kissing your cheek as he wrapped an arm round you to bring you closer to him. 

You groaned, resting your head on his shoulder. “Good but I’m aching all over. Like in places I didn’t know should ever hurt” you grumbled, shaking your head. Honestly your arms ached, your legs were killing and you didn’t even want to know what was going on with your back. 

“Maybe you should have a medical” Bones suggested, reaching for his drink. 

“No thanks, Bones! I’m pretty sure I’m fine” you quickly cried, making Jim scoff into his lunch. It always amused him of your aversion for Bones when he was in doctor mode. It was probably due to how many times you had seen the doctor sticking a hypospray in Jim’s neck. 

“Perhaps it would be better for you to keep practicing Ensign. To become more used to the demands of the lessons” Spock advised, raising an eyebrow at your dramatics.

“I know that Spock, it doesn’t make my muscles hurt any less” you groaned, rolling your eyes at him. “Anyway, I should probably be getting back to work. I’ll see you tonight. See you later guys” you murmured, pecking Jim’s lips before waving at the others. 

As the weeks went on, you were becoming more and more covered in bruises. You hid yourself from everybody, especially Jim. All your skin was covered to make sure that no one could see the bruises. 

You had worked out a while ago that something wasn’t right. That no matter how much self-defence LaRue was teaching you, it didn’t make sense as to the level of force he used on you. So that was why you had stopped becoming intimate with Jim, scared in case he would find the bruises on your body and think you couldn’t handle yourself. Well you could. You just needed to find out a way to knock LaRue the fuck out.

“Ensign Kirk” a voice called from behind you, making you grimace. At the moment all you wanted to do was get on with your work so you could go to your quarters and have a nice warm bath. 

“Hey Spock, what are you doing down here?” you greeted, waiting for him to fall instep with you. 

“I was wondering if you and the Captain are alright. The Captain seems very tense lately and I wished to know if there was anything I could do to help” Spock told me, following me down the corridor to my work station. 

“We’re fine Spock, don’t worry. Jim’s just feeling stressed. Maybe you and Bones should take him for a drink next time we’re on a planet. It might cheer him up” you suggested, feeling guilt whirl in your stomach. You knew the reason Jim was so tense lately was because of you. So to offer a suggestion that you knew would not help, it made you feel 10 times worse about the situation.

“Of course. Maybe you could join us Y/N” Spock offered, handing you your datapad for you to use.

“Thanks Spock, but I don’t think that would help. Besides, it’s a boy’s night out. The clue is kind of in the name” you smiled, pulling up your work before looking up at Spock. It was so good to be surrounded by friends, even if you couldn’t tell them everything. 


“Is that seriously all you got? I’ve seen more fight in a Klingon, you’re pathetic!” LaRue sneered, kicking you in the ribs as you tried to pull yourself up for what felt like the 100th time. In fact you were pretty sure it was.

“Well maybe I should have a better teacher” you hissed between gritted teeth as you clutched onto your ribs. Before you had time to say or do anything else, LaRue was gripping onto your elbow and pulling you up onto your feet again.

“You’re the one who wanted this, Princess! Why don’t you stop acting like a pathetic wimp and actually give me a fight” he growled, before punching you in your stomach. The pain almost had you throwing up as you tried to remember how to breathe again. Your mind became fuzzy as you concentrated on standing on your own two feet rather than collapsing at LaRue’s.

Turning to face him, you swung a punch at him but he ducked, landing a blow to your side. You grunted out in pain, landing on your knees. Already your bruised ribs were going to turn into a darker colour, you just knew it.

Dragging yourself up, you faced him, slightly unsteady on your feet. He smirked at you, enjoying seeing you so weak and in pain. Waiting for him to come at you, you timed it just right so you could punch him clear in the jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks and you felt a sigh of relief escape you. You had managed to knock that frustrating little smirk off his face.

However your victory was short lived as LaRue grabbed you around the waist and tackled you onto the mat. All your breath left you as you were winded, groaning out slightly at how much pain you was in. It felt like you had been hit with a starship.

“That’s enough for today! I’d say learn some better moves but it’s obviously a waste of my time and oxygen” he grunted, holding his bloodied lip. It still made you feel a tiny bit proud of yourself though.

Making your way down to your quarter for a shower, you couldn’t help but notice yourself struggling to breathe. Even though your ribs ached like they normally did, this time it felt like you were getting stabbed with every inhale and exhale. This time you couldn’t ignore it, especially when an ensign accidentally bumped into you and nearly sent your vision white with a burst of pain.

Grunting in both annoyance and pain, you realised that you’d have to go down to Medbay. 

Poking your head around the door, you could sigh in relief if it didn’t feel so bad when you didn’t see Bones in the vicinity. That meant he was either in his office doing work or that he was with Jim. Stepping properly into the room, you went to grab the attention of a nurse when you saw your luck go up in smoke. Bones had walked in from his office directly in front of you and had spotted you. Cursing your luck and Bones’s untimely appearance, you turned on your heel before he could call you.

“Y/N? What are you doing in here? That idiot hasn’t got himself hurt again has he?” Bones greeted, reaching out for your shoulder to spin you around. You flinched away, instantly regretting it as you had to breathe out through gritted teeth. “Y/N?” he frowned in concern, eyes raking over you.

“I’m fine, sore shoulder. I was just looking for Jim. Thought he’d be here. I’d better go though” you muttered, keeping your sentences short so you didn’t have to take in as much breath. 

Bones took in your hunched posture, clenched fists and slightly sweaty forehead, realising that something was wrong. “Yeah that’s not a sore shoulder. Come on” Bones stated, leading me to a bed. 

“Honestly Bones, it’s fine! You don’t need to worry, it’ll be fine once I have a shower and a good night’s rest” you protested, trying to think of some excuse to get you out of this. If they found out about this you knew they would become overprotective of you, not let it rest until they found out who was doing this to you. And Jim would feel so guilty about getting LaRue to teach you self defence.

“You can’t even stand up straight. Now shut up and get on the bed!” Bones ordered, preparing the tricorder he would need to scan you. 

“Your bedside manner is atrocious doctor” you complained as you did what you was told. Maybe you could just get away with it being a bruised rib. Yeah… that was the best you could hope for. 

“Well I don’t do this job to get friends, darlin’. Now sit still while I actually do my job” Bones muttered, beginning to scan you. He frowned, noticing the incredible amount of white blood cells in your blood stream but no actual cause of illness. He lowered the tricorder over your chest cavity before he stopped, staring at the result. What the hell?

“May I?” he asked gently, hands reaching for your regulation shirt. 

You gulped, jaw tightening before nodding. He lifted up your shirt, staring at the expanse of bruises that littered all over your body. There was various colours, indicating the age of the bruises: blues, blacks, greens and browns. The worst was over your ribs and even from here he could see the slight misshape of your lower ribs. 

“Who did this?” Bones growled, eyes shooting up to yours. 

“Bones, it’s nothing. I can handle-” you started, knowing exactly how this was going to work. 

“Like hell you can! You’ve broken a rib Y/N! It’s why you can’t breathe without it hurting. Now who’s done this to ya or do I have to call Jim?” he demanded, getting a hypospray ready to give you some painkillers. Sighing heavily, you told him to call Jim. It would be better if they were all here so you could tell them. You didn’t really want to have to repeat it to everybody.


“Y/N! Hey, what’s wrong? Bones said to come down to medbay at once” Jim frowned, hurrying to your side as Spock followed in after him. Bones quickly shut the divider firmly behind them. You sighed, resting yourself against Jim, grimacing as you did so.

“I uh… I need to tell you something. I didn’t mean to keep it from you but… uh… I mean” you stuttered, nerves eating at your stomach. What if they were mad at you? What if they blamed you in some way? All these questions ran through your head as you tried to find the right words.

“She’s got a broken rib, extensive bruising and she’s lucky to have missed out on internal bleeding” Bones reported, interrupting your stuttering to tell everybody his diagnosis.

“What? How? Are you okay?” Jim questioned, hands coming to skim over your sides and pull up your shirt. He stopped at seeing your bruised body, unable to take in the sight. This is why you had been so distant. Why you didn’t want him to touch you or even see you undress. “Who did this?” Jim whispered, voice deceptively calm.

“Jim, just listen for a minute okay. Don’t get mad” you sighed, holding onto your ribs. 

“Don’t get mad?! It looks like you’ve been beaten to within an inch of your life! Who did this to you? Y/N, you have to tell me” Jim shouted, gripping onto your shoulders. 

“LaRue.”

“I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him” Jim growled, jumping up from the bed and storming towards the exit. You knew without doubt that Jim would, the conviction in his voice and the anger which strum through his body would make sure of it. But you didn’t want Jim to do that. It would destroy him if it did. He would lose his Captaincy, get thrown out of Starfleet and lose all that he had worked so hard for. You knew it would kill him to go through that.

“Jim! Stop!” you cried, trying to follow him but you couldn’t. The movement had caused your whole chest and back muscles to spasm, making you crumple to the floor. You would have hit your head on the bed if it wasn’t for Bones catching you and trying to hold you back.

Jim stopped, looking torn between helping you and making sure you were alright. Or paying a visit to LaRue and throwing him out of an airlock. 

“Captain, maybe it is best to listen to Y/N. If you try and go after LaRue, I fear that Y/N may injure herself further by running after you” Spock objected, glancing at Jim as Bones helped me back onto the bed.

“Definitely agreeing with you there Spock…Jim, will you please just leave it. If you kill him, he’ll make sure you’ll lose everything you love. Including this ship” you told him, grimacing as you lay back down on the bed. 

“He already hurt the thing I love the most” Jim sighed, coming to sit on the side of your bed and take your hand.

“I’m going to give you a painkiller and then I’ll give you something for your ribs. It might knock you out for a few hours but you’ll be as good as new when you wake up” Bones informed, getting everything prepared.

“Does this mean he’s going to stab me with a hypospray again?” you whinged, pouting up at your husband who smiled reassuringly. However, before he could reply back, you felt a flare of pain in your arm as Bones pressed a hypospray into you. “OUCH!” you cried, pulling away as he reached for the spray that would mend your ribs. 

“Don’t be such an infant!” Bones scoffed, stabbing you again.

“Jim… you need to fire him!” you breathed, already feeling the medication work. You tried your best to fight it as you could blearily see Jim lean over and kiss your head. The last thing you saw before you fell asleep was Jim smiling at you softly as he cupped your cheek.


Kirk found LaRue just finishing up his shift when he cornered him in a practice room. “So let me guess? You thought it would be a good idea to hurt Y/N, the woman I love, because of something I did” Jim announced, making LaRue jump and spin around in fear. Jim felt a streak of pleasure at seeing the man who had hurt his wife now terrified of him.

“Captain… uh… what are you talking about?” LaRue murmured, glancing behind Jim at Spock and Bones who was blocking the door. They were furious, faces cold and hard with no hint of kindness at all. They loved Y/N like their own sister and they would not tolerate anyone hurting her.

“Of course not! Spock, why don’t you shut the door, this might take a while” Jim suggested, lips quirking up at LaRue. 

“Captain! Please! It’s a misunderstanding! I was teaching her self-defence!” LaRue protested, stepping back against the wall.

“Ensign Kirk had a broken rib and multiple bruises over her body. I fail to see how that is efficiently teaching her self-defence” Spock rebuked, raising an eyebrow at the officer in front of him.

“She was bound to get hurt while I was teaching her!” LaRue objected, trying anything to get himself out of this. Surely they wouldn’t hurt him right? I mean after all, there was protocol. 

“Good god man! You were meant to be teaching her, not beating her until she could barely breath! What kind of man are you to take advantage of her like that?” Bones snarled, stepping forward, fist clenched. 

“Let me see, it was because I passed the promotion to someone else wasn’t it?” Jim smirked, punching LaRue with a right hook on his jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks, clutching his jaw tightly as he groaned. “Or was it when I refused to pick you for a expedition when you had been drinking? Oh, is it because I had you court-martial because you were drunk on duty?” Jim growled, hitting him again and breaking LaRue’s nose. It sent blood spurting out over the floor. 

Jim grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and slammed him into the wall, hearing the dull metal clunk at the impact. “Or was it because I embarrassed you back at the Academy because I beat you in all our classes? Huh? Is that it?” Jim snarled, kneeing LaRue in the side. LaRue groaned, doubling over onto the floor, clutching his side.

“So when you had the chance to hurt my wife, I bet you jumped at it. I bet there was a place deep inside your sick mind that couldn’t wait to make her feel the pain, the embarrassment that you felt” Jim hissed, crouching down to LaRue’s side. Jim gripped LaRue’s hair, making sure he was looking at him. “Well, just so you know. You’re going to be responsible for getting kicked off this ship, a court-martial back on Earth and knowing you’ll never be working on a starship ever again. Not if I can help it anyway” Jim growled, shoving him away.

“Jim, that’s enough. Come on!” Bones interfered, pulling Jim away from the gasping man. “I’ll get someone to bring him to medbay before he’s transported back to Starfleet” Bones told him, leading Jim away.

“Oh, if you ever touch Y/N again, I swear I will find you and I will kill you” Jim promised, holding onto his bloodied fist. 

“Captain, come. Y/N will be awake soon” Spock instructed, ushering Jim out the room while Bones called for some help to take LaRue down to the medbay for a check over.


When you woke up, you felt groggy and confused for a few moments, the medication still in your bloodstream. But at least you could breathe better now, the pain in your body gone. Looking to the side of you, you spotted Jim sitting in a chair next to yours. He had fallen asleep with his head on the bed, snoring slightly. Running your fingers through his soft blonde hair, you looked back at the bright ceiling before looking to your other side.

You gaped, shocked at what you saw. There in the bed next to you was LaRue. He was surrounded by security but he looked like he had been knocked out. Shaking your head, you realised what had happened.

Tugging on Jim’s hair to wake him up, you heard his cries of pain as you spun your head to scowl at him. “Ow what was that for?!” he complained, rubbing his head as he gaped at you.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, idiot!” you glowered, pointing to the bed next to you.

“Oh that… don’t pretend you don’t like my protectiveness Y/N” he smirked, leaning back in his chair.

“Jim Kirk, you are nothing but trouble” you sighed, shaking your head as you couldn’t help but smile at him. Because it was true. You did love how protective he was of you. Even if he didn’t listen to you.

Alrighty Darlings, Here it is Mating Season

Originally posted by thedailyquibbler

Originally posted by sweetly87

WARNINGS: NSFW AND SMUT

Newt and Fem Reader

You were at a night club with Queenie, Jacob and Newt called the Hawks Nest. Queenie had suggested that you all go out and celebrate the release of Newts new book. 

The two of you had been travelling together for months now and had grown quite close. To your embarrassment and hilarity you had even witnessed some amusing mating rituals performed by Newt and the animals in response. It always left you laughing and curious about how he’d be. You had known him to gaze at you a little too long once in a while or hold you in a hug slightly longer than usual.

One day Queenie picked up on this and suggested you all go out. She ordered a whole bottle of Firewhiskey and a pitcher of Butterbeer to mark the occasion. 

Somehow Jacob got to telling the hilarious tales of watching Newt do a mating dance for an Arumpant and how it had saved his life. To which Queenie had responded with 

“Well than Mr.Scamander should have an equal effect on women then huh honey?” she winked looking at you. You blushed furiously and excused yourself. Newt noticing this got up and followed you sensing your distress.

“Don’t let Queenie get to you (y/n) she means well.”

You sighed. “I know, I just wished she’d stay out of my head.” you ran a hand through your hair pacing.

Newt raised an eyebrow at you. “ And what exactly was going on in your head (y/n)?”

You stopped and looked at him. “Nothing.” you said brushing off the topic and trying to head back to the table. But Newt gently grabbed your arm.

“(Y/n) you can tell me, we’ve been together for over 11 months now.” he pulled you off to a side room to give you some privacy.

“It’s just…ugh how do i even begin to explain this?” you threw your hands up in the air.

“Queenie please get out of my head.” Newt whispered.

She peaked her head around the corner. “Sorry to interrupt but Jacob and I are going to have some…..alone time so we’re heading out. The bills been paid for but you’ll have to sleep in the case tonight I’m afraid hun.” She winked at you. 

“Don’t wait up and don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.” she winked and giggled with Jacob as they waved.

“What did she mean by don’t do anything i wouldn’t do?” Newt said blushing.

You took another shot of Firewhiskey. You examined the other men in the bar but none held a flame to the Zoologist. Newt leaned his back against the wall taking a shot and propping his one leg out. He looked irresistible. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. 

“Nothing, you know what happens when Queenie and Jacob get together.” you mused downing another shot.

:”They have nothing but mating on their minds” he laughed taking another shot. Then something clicked in his mind and he started to choke on his drink.

He was laughing as you handed him a hanker-chief. 

“Yes it seems they’re an ideal match.” you laughed.

“Everyone’s a match for someone, all you have to do is find the right mate and impress them.” he said looking at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“And tell me Mr. Scamander how would you initiate a mating ritual?” you turned to him and asked seductively wandering about the back of the bar.

“Well” he cleared his throat, his face went beat red and he tried to address you in his most professional voice.

“For starters I would examine what you like best in a suitor, and from what I know from examining you here is that you like them to be tall, well mannered, kind and relaxed. So I would approach you like this.”

He threw his jacket off followed by his vest. He undid his bow tie and threw it on the pile as well. Shrugging out of his suspenders he loosened a few buttons on his shirt so it hung open, revealing a few scars. He rolled up his sleeves and ever so slightly brushed a small bit of hair from his eyes. You bit your bottom lip. He was in his element now.

You took a sip of your Firewhiskey eyeing him but trying not to look more intrigued than you felt. “Go on then, impress me Scamander.:” 

He locked eyes with you, grinning at the challenge.

“And I also know that scars both intrigue and arouse you. You also like seeing peoples little quirks. Here he folded his arms and had begun pacing, studying you. 

“For example you always bite your bottom lip whenever you see me roll up my sleeves or whenever I get focused and do little things like stick my wand in my mouth when i’m juggling with animals or potion vials” He walked towards you He brushed your cheek with his thumb.  “How’d you-” but he cut you off.

“i keep telling you love, we’ve been together 11 months.i know you by now” He easily towered over you and your breath caught in your throat as he placed a hand above the wall behind you. You’d been travelling together for 11 months, but up until now your relationship had always been platonic, because you didn’t dare ask him in case he didn’t feel the same.  

“I also know you love the scent of cedar and freshly fallen rain which is why I went out and fed Frank and the Bowtruckles before I came in here.”  He smiled amused. Still studying you.

“And what would your ideal mate be Mr.Scamander.” He put a finger up to your lips to silence you.

“Newt” you said correcting yourself.

He smiled hearing his name from your lips. “Well she would have to have lovely (h/l) (h/c) hair and entrancing (e/c) eyes. And a beautiful smile. She must have a deep love for animals and….”

He turned around and handed you a shot of firewhiskey “A knack for surprises and adventure.” He downed his fast. You took it and eagerly drank it your head rushing with his sudden seductive nature.

“There’s something else I’ve noticed about you too (y/n) you have a very sensitive spot just here on the back of your neck.” He smiled whispering into the spot, his breath tingling your neck as he moved your hair aside and placed a gentle kiss on it. You turned away trying to hide the massive blush spreading.

“And you also have one here on the small of your back, and he gently ran a hand down the back of your dress the slip dipping low enough that his fingertips brushed against your bare skin, giving you goosebumps. 

As if by reaction you leaned back into him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and held you close gently placing kisses from your cheek to your neck to your collarbone to your shoulder, then to that delicious spot on the back of your neck. You gave a small moan and Newt knew he was winning you over.

But he wasn’t finished with you just yet. And you weren’t finished with him either.Months had been building up to this. Months of sexual tension and feelings and stolen glimpses. He turned you back to face him and he ran both hands up to rest on your neck and ran his fingers through your hair. He looked you in the eyes, his green eyes boring into your (e/c) ones.

”And I would follow with telling her just how much she truly means to me. That she makes me a better person. That before I met her I was in my own shell, observing the world but never getting to know it. And now from sunrise to sunset all I can think of is her warm smile and her kind heart and her laugh. All I can think of is what I can do to get her to speak to me to get her to look at me, to spark her interest and see her eyes light up with just a hint of mischief and longing. To see that she desires me as much as I do her. And then I would kiss her like she’s never been kissed before.”

He pulled you into a side closet and pushed you back shutting the door behind him. He hovered over you just for a moment. His sheer height towering over you and you could feel his breath. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him kissing you passionately. Slow at first but then the need to explore overcame both of you. You also wanted to tease him and ran your tongue along his bottom lip to which he eagerly opened his mouth and the two of you began exploring. You gently began biting his bottom lip, eager for more. He slipped off your dress and it fell to the floor as you began unbuttoning his shirt, he then pulled off your slip and pressed you close to him. Your now bare chests pressed together.

“Then I’d pull her even closer if she so desired me too.” He whispered seductively. You nodded and ripped off his shirt and began unbuckling his trousers. He threw them off and kissed down your neck to your breasts, gently caressing your nipples, he then kissed his way between them well still fondling your breasts with his hands.

Kissing down your stomach, your hips your inner thigh and back up again and only when you pleaded did he slowly remove your panties. He ran a hand down from your breast tracing his fingertips as he went along down your body until he reached that wonderful sweet spot. He gently began rubbing up and down causing you to moan and become wet. It was then that you noticed his arousal.

“And when she was ready, only then would I penetrate her, for I want her full attention as we mate.” And here he grabbed you by the hips and lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around him and he leaned you back against the shelf. You then pulled off his briefs and saw in full pleasure his arousal. He was wonderfully sized and he gently and very slowly slid himself into you, Filling up any available space inside you. He slowly began to rock back and forth. Both of you letting out a small sigh from the wonderful sensation that had been nagging you inside for months.

“Then what would you do Newt.” You moaned his name as he picked up his pace. Without speaking he pinned your arms up above you with one hand and pulled your hips forward with the other. You both moaned at the wonderful new sensation rippling through your cores and it caused you to arch your back which only made Newt moan more.

“Are you ready for the finishing move my love?” he whispered.

You only nodded silently begging him for more as he kissed you urgently. Pressing himself deep within you he started pumping harder and faster as your climaxes started to peak. “N-Newt.” You gasped. He pulled you onto him and you held on tight as he pushed you over the edge both moaning loudly. You ran your nails up his back and into his messy hair and he kissed you and spun you around still out of breathe as he continued to ride you, you were gasping for air.

The two of you sat down as you semi dressed yourself again. Catching your breathe he leaned over and gently kissed you, placing his fingertips on that sweet spot on your neck causing you to giggle into his kiss. He gave you that adorable smile blushing. “Sorry, I’m not normally that……confidant.” He smiled at you. You laughed lightly. “That’s alright darling you can just blame it on mating season.” He laughed and kissed you again.

BTS REACTIONS: Them finding you crying in the dressing room, because nothing fits right. *REQUEST*

Dear requester, 
Hope you like it. I didn’t understand what long gif reaction meant. Sorry  :/ <3 Not much of a writer. Also the present and past tense is all over the place in this…

JIN knocked on the dressing room door several times, but you didn’t answer. He waited a few more minutes for an answer, but still you did not reply. 

“Y/N. what is taking you so long? The women out here are staring at me! Do you know how embarrassing this is for me?”

He decided to go inside once the women had turned their heads. He sees you on the floor crying with nothing but your underwear on. After you tell him that nothing fits, he takes his coat off and wraps it around you. Then he sits next to you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry that nothing fits right. We can always try another store, or maybe try a size up? I love you no matter what though. You still loved me when I cut my hair and it took forever to grow back out. Do you remember? You had to distract me all day, because I couldn’t stop obsessing over my hair. You helped me through a rough time. So I want to help you through a rough time.”

You both sit there for a good minute or two. He tries to think of a solution to your problem.

“Hey! How about we start eating healthier? I’ve been wanting to start a new dietary change and with you by my side I know I won’t fail. What do you say, Y/N? Be my partner in crime?”

Originally posted by bwibelle

RAP MONSTER heard you crying from outside the dressing room, but didn’t think it was his place to ask what was wrong. So he continued to wait outside. Then he heard your cries getting louder. So he took out his pen and notepad where he kept his lyrics and ripped off a page. He scribbled something down and slipped it under the door with the pen.

You wiped off your tears and opened the piece of paper:

Is something the matter? Yes or No…

You circled Yes and cracked the door so you could give him the paper and pen back.

“You mind if I come in?”

He could see that you were half naked through the cracked door. When he helped himself in, he also noticed that there was a pile of clothing on the bench.

“Are those the clothes you wanted to try on?”

You nodded, but didn’t say a word.

“Are you going to buy them?”

You shook your head.

“Why not, Y/N? Didn’t you just say that you were going to buy them, you just needed to see if you wanted them for sure?”

You told him your situation and sat on the bench next to the clothes.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t let these things bother you. You’re more than your weight and just because these clothes don’t fit doesn’t mean other awesome clothes won’t fit. I think the lesson to learn here is to not focus so much on what doesn’t fit and focus on the things that do or could fit. Now put back on your clothes and lets go back outside and find you something else.”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

SUGA came back from the photography store next door to find you crying with the door wide open. You were fully clothed and waiting for him to come back so he could help you put the clothes back. He looked mildly concerned, because he thought you might of been crying because of the clothes being overpriced.

“Y/N, I told you the clothes were too expensive. Lets put them back and try a different store.”

You told him that the clothing price is just fine, its the fact that they don’t fit that is upsetting you.

“You look good in anything, don’t let some stupid clothes get to you. You could walk out with a dress covered in dog shit and would still make it work. You could wear nothing but dirty gym socks and would somehow start a global trend. I guess what I’m trying to get at is… YOU’RE HOT NO MATTER WHAT. Lets buy these clothes so we can burn them outside. C’mon, lets go before I come to my senses and change my mind.”

Originally posted by eun-ae

J-HOPE was busy chatting with the sales clerk to decide what to get you as a surprise when suddenly a woman came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. The woman asked if his girlfriend was in the dressing room closest to the wall. J-hope confirmed and asked why she wanted to know. The lady told him that you were crying and it sounded like you were having a hard time putting on clothes. J-hope knew that it was his cue to get up and see if you were okay. 

“Y/N are you okay? Some lady told me you were crying. You need Hobi to help with anything?”

You cried from the dressing room that the clothes don’t fit and threw them over the door. 

What should I do? J-hope thinks to himself. *light bulb lights up in his head*

“Y/N, open the door. Please, I need to show you something.”

You open the door expecting something serious from the tone of his voice. Instead you got a Hobi with the clothing that didn’t fit you around his thighs and barely fitting going over his shoulders.

“They don’t fit me either, Y/N!”

Yep, he’s a dork.

Originally posted by goldseok

JIMIN asked if you were okay several times and every time you replied saying you were fine. Even though you clearly weren’t, because you were crying to yourself about how nothing fit. He picked up on what might be the problem and went back into the storefront to find some cool clothes that were a size up. He searched for a whole hour, while you were in the dressing room freaking out and crying to yourself.

“Y/N, here I looked at every section of the store for clothes that I think you’ll like. Just try them on for me please. Don’t worry I’ll keep looking until you find something you like that fits on you.”

You try some of the clothes on, but only a few fit that you like. You tell Jimin that you’re still upset that the clothes you wanted didn’t fit.

“Let me search some more, I bet I could find something that looks close to what you wanted to buy. Sweetie, I just want you to be happy. When you’re not happy, I’m not happy and if I’m not happy then I’m taking everything out on V and Jungkook. WE SEARCH UNTIL WE FIND EVERYTHING YOU WANTED IN THE RIGHT SIZE. Also you look really cute when you’re crying. Okay, I’m going back to the front of the store now.”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

V kept sneaking in your dressing room as a joke. Every time you would giggle and tell him to leave so you could try the clothes on. He decided to sneak in one last time, but when he came in he saw you on the floor in fetal position crying. He smirked and tried to grab your hand to be playful, but instead you jerked away.

“Y/N, please tell me what I can do. You don’t even have to tell me what’s wrong, just let me help.”

You told him anyways, which made you cry even more. You felt embarrassed and ashamed.

“So what should we do about that? Do you want to leave? Y/N whatever you do, just know that I’m here for you. Honestly speaking you look just fine to me, so don’t let these clothes not fitting make you feel ugly. If I had a penny for every time I looked at you and had dirty thoughts, I’d have a million dollars. I’M SERIOUS!…”

You giggled and rolled your eyes. He doesn’t know how to comfort people does he? Also he’s being super pervy when I’m having a mental breakdown. 

“I mean your butt is all I see when I close my eyes. I close them often.”

Originally posted by hellosarang

JUNGKOOK noticed your feet hanging out under the dressing room door. He leaned down and playfully tickled your feet. You used your exposed feet to kick him in the shin and moved them back into the dressing room.

“Ouch, Y/N that was too much. I was only playing around with you.”

You didn’t answer, so he grabbed for the door to open it. He turned the knob, but you were holding the door shut so he couldn’t come in. She’s stronger than I thought, he thought to himself.

“Let me in or I’m going to leave you here.”

You backed away from the door and Jungkook stepped it. You were crying with a shirt that looked too tight and pants that couldn’t zip up. You explain to him that nothing would fit.

“So you locked me out, because some clothes don’t fit? Y/N you just need a bigger size and that’s okay. It’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. Lets not ruin this awesome day. Lets finish shopping and go home and cuddle…naked…maybe….if you want to….no? Okay.”

Originally posted by myfriendswouldntunderstand

2

Sodapop gets drunk for the first time…

You stood in front of your best friend, disappointment clear in your eyes as you watched him make a fool of himself. He had a slutty girl clinging to his side, her well endowed chest was clear in his face… and he was gawking shamelessly at them with lush clear in his eyes. All notions of gentlemanly ways and chivalry were clear out of the window. 

“Soda, I think it’s time we go home.” You said in the sternest voice you could muster. “Darry will be worried about you-”

“To hell with Darry!” He chortled, taking a swig of beer. “If you wanna leave, then go, I don’t need you here to babysit me, I’m hear with Nancy-” 

“Naomi” She corrected with a small giggle. 

“Same thing.” He grinned, his lips connecting to her neck, he kissed it lazily, sloppily… 

Two-Bit had brought him here, he shoved drinks in his face and Sodapop had obliged without a second though- you knew he was still in pain over Sandy, you knew he was still shaken over nearly losing his brother… he wanted to let off some steam, and no matter how many times you convinced him to go home, he wouldn’t. He wasn’t acting like the Sodapop you knew. 

“Please, Soda, come home with me.” You tried once more. You just wanted to make sure he got home in once piece. 

“Listen sweetheart!” Said Naomi, a glare on her face as she sized you up. “He said beat it, so do us a favour and fuck off.” 

You had expected Sodapop to lose it, instead he laughed once more before kissing her lips savagely, hunger dancing in the irises of his eyes. 

“Soda…” You whispered, feeling betrayed. 

“Just leave, Y/N, you don’t have to follow me around like a love sick puppy, I don’t want you here. Just go.” 

“Okay.” You murmured, you didn’t dare to let any of your tears fall even though you knew there was going to be an avalanche of tears cascading down the mountains of your cheeks. 

You walked out the door of Buck’s house and into the cool and crisp winter winds. You walked down the street, hoping to make the short distance to your car without any kinds of hassle from the troublesome kids that liked to prowl these parts of the neighbourhood. 

When you heard footsteps behind you, your heart rate picked up as your heart hammered away. 

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” You heard Two-Bit’s voice from behind you, his hand grasping your forearm gently. 

“What do you want?” You muttered as you stopped in your tracks. 

“He’s a jerk.” 

Jerk. That has never been a word anyone has ever used to describe your best friend. Kind, chivalrous, charming… mild mannered, but jerk? Never. 

“I’m sorry that he treated you that way.” Two-Bit said softly. “But that’s not him in there.” 

“I know.” 

You should be angry with Two-Bit, furious even for getting him that drunk… but you realized it hadn’t taken much coaxing from him. Sodapop came here knowing full well how he was going to be leaving. 

“Can I walk you to your car?” He asked, his eyes scouring the neighbourhood as he looked at all the shifty looking guys. 

“Please, you had scared me half to death.” He chuckled softly as he linked his arm through yours. 

But it should’ve been Sodapop walking you to your car. It should’ve been him making sure you got to it safe.

Devil Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary (Request) :(Anon) OMG I saw the Sebastian pic you reblogged, and baaaam an idea popped up haha. Would you write something where Bucky is a mechanic and one time you go there cause your motorcycle broke down and you’ve heard he’s good. So when you get there he’s wearing a muscle Shirt, is all dirty and Looks pretty hot with his metal arm. So after you watch him fix your bike you can’t resist the way he also Looks at you, so it happens that you end up in shower together. Later then he asks you for a proper date? :)

Warnings: Smut. You know the drill. ;)

A/N: I am so sorry to the anon that sent me this weeks ago and it took me FOREVER to write. I’ve been going through some stuff these past few weeks and it was really tough to get focused on my writing. But I promise to all of my followers that I will start posting more often, both reader inserts, and more chapters for Ineffable. I love you guys. <3

This is the photo. 

“So, how long have you been doing this?” You asked, trying not to sound as if you were salivating at the flawless form in front of you trying to fix your motorcycle. His skin was glistening in the strong light he had shining over him, (Or the motorcycle, but no need to get into details) so that he could have proper sight of the structure before him in the dark garage.

           “I don’t know, a couple of months.” He replied, looking up at you for a moment before grabbing for another one of his tools.

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Stroke

Originally posted by dearbyun

Rating: M

Summary: Your boyfriend is on tour and missing you very much, so he sends you a very “touching” video. ;)

Warnings: Graphic detail, mutual masturbation, exhibitionism, and scarf kink. (Yes, seriously, scarf kink. I think I’m just making up new kinks now. *facepalm*) Read at your own risk! 


You were lying across your bed in your fuzzy cat pajamas, listening to Exo and doing some homework when you got a text from your boyfriend, Baekhyun. You smiled to yourself, figuring it was one of his usual good night messages. He always sent you a text right before bed, wishing you to sleep well and saying that he loved you. However, he had been texting you even more frequently ever since he left for a short tour overseas.

He kept saying that he missed you. This didn’t surprise you, since Baekhyun was a really thoughtful guy. You considered meeting him to be the best thing that had ever happened to you. He was so loving and sweet, truly an angel on Earth. He shared everything with you, so even though you had only been together for a few months so far, you felt like you had known him forever.

After a string of bad boyfriends who had clearly only wanted sex from you, Baekhyun was like a breath of fresh air. He had single-handedly restored your faith in the male gender by never ogling your body but always being the one to look after your heart with such tender love and care. 

In fact, you realized that he had never even mentioned sex to you once. You were sure that he had no such thoughts about you. You were totally fine with that, since you didn’t have interest in such things at all. After all, true love was pure and innocent, right? Of course! That was what made it so romantic and exciting! 

You squealed to yourself gleefully, hugging the Baekhyun-shaped pillow on your bed (which he had given to you) with both arms, then you picked up your phone to check his message.

Upon clicking it, a video started to download and you noticed the words “video message” which you had missed before entirely in your excitement. 

This seemed even more interesting to you, since seeing Baekhyun was always the best option, but what would he be doing in this video? You figured he would probably sing. He sometimes sent you videos of him singing, either because he just felt like it, or because he wanted to sing you to sleep.

After loading, the video launched and the face of your beloved filled the screen of your phone. You squealed and fanned your face because, as always, he was incredibly handsome and it made you feel like your heart would leap out of your chest and sail out of your throat, exiting your body entirely and thus killing you instantaneously. It was an overwhelming and exhausting sensation, sure, but such was the feeling of dating Byun Baekhyun.

“Jagiya, annyeong!” he sang adorably, making finger hearts at you and causing you to squeal some more. He then began to just talk to you comfortably, filming himself with his phone as he walked around his hotel room. Apparently he was getting ready for bed.

“So I’m stuck in this hotel room right now and it’s so boring. I’d much rather be there with you, but I can’t.” he pouted dramatically, and you grinned at your phone. “So I thought I would send you a special message. Are you ready? Okay, let’s start!”

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(y/n)’s Song (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Summary: A song fic based on Taylor Swift’s “Mary’s Song (Oh My My My)” watch you relationship grow starting from the time you first met.

Time Period: Modern

Warnings: None really. There is one part that has arguing in it, but it’s not terrible.

Words: 3,400

A/N: Hello! So it’s been so long since I’ve posted, but I’m glad to be posting this story for the first day of my 1k celebration. Anyway, as mentioned, this is inspired by a Taylor Swift Song, so I don’t own any of the lyrics. I hope you enjoy this and have a fabulous day!

Bolded/Italics: Song Lyrics

Italics: Memories

She said, I was seven and you were nine. I looked at you like the stars that shined in the sky, the pretty lights.

You stood behind your parents, trying to make yourself invisible, as your parents spoke to their good friend Rachel Hamilton. A young boy, two years older than you, stood beside and he looked quite bored.

“Mom, can’t I go back inside?” he complained.

“Oh, Alex, why don’t you take (y/n) to the backyard. The two of you can play while the adults talk.” she suggested, giving Alex a push towards you as your parents pushed you to Alex.

Alex grabbed your hand and dragged you to the backyard where a life-long friendship formed. He looked at you and sized you up and hoped you didn’t mind running around and getting dirty. You didn’t.

“I just want you to know that if you try to make me do anything girly, I’ll beat you up.” Alex threatened, as he tried act menacing.

“No you won’t.” you stated, looking into his eyes.

He started at you in shock. “Oh yeah? What makes you think that?”

“You don’t seem mean or icky like the boys at school.” you admitted, smiling slightly.

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love, and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said oh my my my.

While you and Alex ran around, playing hide and seek, your parents watched fondly from afar. It was silent until your father spoke up.

“You know, I think I see the beginning of a relationship. I’ll bet you that those two grow up and get married.” you father promised, a fingered pointed at your mother and Alexander’s.

The two women just rolled their eyes and laughed, but they thought about the possibility. It would be a could match. Right?

Take me back when our world was one block wide. I dared you kissed me and ran when you tried.

As that week progressed, you and Alex spent every free minute together. It wasn’t uncommon if you ended up staying for dinner at his house or vice-versa.

One day, the two of you sat inside and were talking about school. Since Alex was in fourth grade, and you were only in second grade, you loved to here the stories of what went on in his classroom. Today, he was telling you had this girl Jasmine kissed a boy named Anthony.

“And then-”

“Alex.” you interrupted and looked straight into his eyes. “Kiss me.” you dared and wondered if he would actually do so.

He sat down for a moment and you thought he wasn’t going to accept the dare. However, you were caught off guard when Alex stepped closer to you, lips puckered. You squealed and ran away from him.

“No, Alex, don’t. Please.” you laughed, while running outside, trying to escape the boy trying to kiss you.

Oh if you could have only stayed in that time when your entire world was a block wide.

Well, I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn’t that little girl you used to see.

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Lips Like Liquor


Scenario: Your friend really should’ve taken your phone. Now you’ve drunk texted Yoongi and there’s no turning back.

A/N: @zicosbabymamma here it is, boo. As pure usual, I’m a grumpy Gus about this. At first I liked it, but now I’m not so sure. It is what it is and I at least hope you enjoyed it.

Genre: Suga x Reader

Words: 6009

Disclaimers: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!

Warnings: Smut. Smutty Smut Smut.

Originally posted by gotjimin

You hadn’t regretted the dozens of texts you sent as much as you did when you saw him enter the bar. A dark blue baseball cap pulled low over his eyes as they scanned the dozens of faces. No doubt looking for a hint of your location inside the crowded room.  

You were trying to become one with the pleather booth. Not giving a damn about the food crumbs stuck between the headboard and seat or the old smell of sweat and booze stained inside the broken cracks. The only thing your drunk ass cared about was not being spotted; groaning inwardly at your idiotic idea to keep your phone on you.  

The regret not weighing enough to stop you from sending him that first text:

Let’s fuck.

You’d received “Kekekeke” almost seconds later. Only to send him another message that informed him what you’d implied wasn’t a joke. You wanted him, and wanted him for months, but you were just his friend. Your texts back of, “Yoongi, I just want to feel you one time. Just once. Please. We don’t have to mention it after…” Making him call you seconds after you sent it.

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