hint of his face

Songbird-Ch. 5

Mystic Messenger Mafia AU 

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Word Count: 2,407

[Violence/Murder]

~A/N: I was going to add the smut in this chapter but I decided I would separate it into it’s own, that way people that don’t want to read the NSFW can just skip it! Sorry it’s been soooo long, guys! My life is just hectic so it’s hard for me rn but I hope you enjoy this chapter! 


     "I heard you the first time, Saeyoung,” V spoke softly, his hand gripping the head of his cane as he sat unmoving in the chair.

     “Y’know, a good way to indicate you’ve heard someone is to actually reply. Just a tip,” Saeyoung snapped. “You’re being alarmingly calm about this, considering the shit storm that’s decided to roll it’s way through us.”

     V sighed, though his vacant gaze was unwavering. “I’m anything but calm. However… acting out in hysterics isn’t going to solve our problem. Talking like adults…deciding our next course of action. That’s what gets things done. Point a finger at me again, Saeyoung, and I’ll pop you in the mouth myself.”

     Though they both knew he would never, but still Saeyoung slumped down in the nearest chair with a sour face. V could barely make it out, but he knew the expression well. It had been the same since he was a child. The corners of his mouth pulled down and his brow pinched together with fury, like it’s the last face he’ll ever make, and V tried to hold back a fond smile.

     “Do you have any inkling on who it might be?” Jumin finally spoke up.

     “If I did, I wouldn’t be here talking to you, now, would I?” Saeyoung huffed, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

     “Sorry to interrupt,” an unexpected voice found its way into the room.

     “Jaehee, what is it?” Jumin straightened up as she closed the door behind her.

     Her face held hesitancy and she cleared her throat before finally speaking.

     “It’s about the latest bootleg shipment. Apparently, it’s gone missing,” she reported.

     “What the fuck do you mean, missing?” Saeyoung sat up from his chair.

     “I don’t know how to make it any more clear…” she made a quick glance at Saeyoung before returning her eyes to V. “The truck never made it to the drop point. No one has seen it or heard from the driver.”

     “This is not good,” Jumin hinted.

     “No shit,” Saeyoung said, the look on his face making it clear that his gears were turning.

     The room was silent as a church, everyones eyes on each other as if thinking the same thoughts. They were in good standing with the neighboring families. Everyone knew their territories and happily stuck to them. Plenty of police force names lined their payroll…so why now?

     “It could be the coppers,” Saeyoung said with a serious face.

     “It could,” said V, “it could be a number of things.” Jumin nodded in agreement. “ First things first. Jaehee, bring me more info on this missing shipment. I don’t care if you have to knock down the drivers’ mothers’ door, I want info. Find Frank, see if he’s heard of any recent booze busts.”

     “Of course,” Jaehee nodded and left the room as quickly as she could.

     “Saeyoung,” V continued, “you know what to do. I have my hands full as it is with this wedding situation.”

     “Oh yeah,” Saeyoung peeked through the blinds onto the courtyard. A crew of men were still setting up tents and tables in preparation. “Is this really the best time for this?”

     “It’s Marcos daughter, of course it’s a good time. When things get rough…that’s when we need celebration. There’s no better time to boost morale. Besides, he’s one of our best, and I seem to remember him saving your ass from a pinch more than a few times,” V smiled.

     Jumin decided to chime in. “Like his first soup job?” Both V and Jumin gave a hearty laugh. “Driving around the whole damned city with the safe in the struggle buggy,” Jumin continued, “before Marco showed up to save your ass. And how much did you end up cracking for, again?”

     “You know damn well how much,” Saeyoung sneered.

     “Then there’s no reason you can’t say it. Go ahead, hot shot. Remind us how much you swiped.”

     Saeyoung’s face turned sour, like the words were bile in his throat. “…Ten dollars,” he finally barked.

     Both of the men roared with laughter for a moment at the memory, so much so that Jumin seemed to wipe a tear from his eye.

     “Okay, okay,” V breathed in deeply when he stood from his chair, “leave the poor kid alone. Come on, let’s get some dinner.”

     He began to trail behind Jumin but paused for a moment, placing his hand firmly on the shoulder of Saeyoung and squeezing just once. His body was stiff and serious.

     “I’m trusting in you, Saeyoung. Find that son of a bitch,” V’s voice was almost a whisper, and as quickly as he had faced him he was now turned around, satisfied with his message.

     Saeyoung watched as they left, taking note of the fact that V seemed to be favoring his cane a lot more in the last few days. The weight of what that could mean fixed heavily on his shoulders, but his body remained stiff and strong with his resolve.

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     There were joyous smiles all around as the sound of Zen’s singing filled the tent. Suddenly everyone was a hoofer, even the tough burly men could be found rolling up their sleeves and dancing with their gals to the music. It was strange to see the cities most dangerous criminals laughing and jabber-jawing, seemingly carefree. You had to admit, even you couldn’t help but get out there, taking Yoosung for a time as your partner. Now you took a break, fondly overlooking the bride with her done-up chestnut hair, her and her groom with goofy smiles as he spun her around.

     “How about that food,” Jaehee walked up beside you.

     “Look at you, all dolled up!” you smiled as you grabbed at the lace of her dress, “is it because…” you gestured with your eyes to Zen.

     “It’s a wedding,” she huffed but a pink tint spread on her face, “last I heard, you were supposed to dress nice,” she said matter-of-factly. “Besides, you don’t look half bad yourself.”

     You gave her a shy thanks before she thrust a bottle into your hands.

     “Say, do me a favor and bring that bottle to my table? They’re dry but…I wanna sit and listen to the rest of this song,” she mused.

     “Whatever you say, boss.”

     The table was half empty, two women you didn’t recognize and a guy you’d seen before on various jobs. He was portly with a kind face, practically jumping for joy when you placed the bottle on the table.

     “Join us, have a drink!” he shouted and poured you a glass quickly, sliding it in front of you as you sat.

     “I’m Betty,” the blonde girl to your left produced a perfect smile. “Isn’t this party just swanky? I’d love to get a look inside that house,” she sighed, sloshing the liquid in her glass before taking a sip.

     “She means inside the bedroom, particularly,” the brunette piped up. She had quite a bit of rouge on, or perhaps she was just that drunk, you couldn’t quite tell. The waves of her hair pressed neatly against her oval face.

     “Will you quit razzing me, already,” the blonde stuck her tongue out.

     “Anthony!”

     The source of the voice was none other than Saeyoung. He and two other men approached the table in earnest.

     “Boss,” Anthony stood from his seat at once.

     Saeyoung gave him a few enthusiastic taps on the cheek as a greeting.

     “You haven’t come to say hi! Now I see why,” he laughed and winked at the ladies sitting in their seats, their bodies leaning in interest at the exchange.

     Saeyoung snatched the glass from Anthony’s hand, draining the contents into his mouth with one solid gulp. He gave an immediate look of disgust, shaking his head as he placed the cup on the table.

     “How can you drink this foot juice,” he pat the man’s broad back, “come on. I got the good stuff inside. You don’t mind if I steal him away, do you, ladies?”

     “Rhatz! No…go ahead,” they both nodded despite their pouty expressions. They were clearly hoping to be invited.  

     “Excuse me, then,” Anthony remarked before being led off by the men.

     Saeyoung tipped his hat to you before joining the other three in a laugh about something you hadn’t quite heard, their voices trailing as they made their way to the house. Something about the way that went made you feel cold. You’d never seen them interact much before. So, while everyone got lined up, occupied with giving their gifts to the happy couple, you decided to sneak off and see what they were up to. You couldn’t miss and opportunity to hear important information, and if anyone caught you, you’d just say you were looking for the powder room.

     Sure you had seen them go around this exact corner, but the grounds among the house were vast and confusing. You’d been here less than a handful of times, and never were you allowed to just wander around V’s house. The sounds of the music and chatter faded more and more, until you found a door slightly ajar.

     Your chest tightened with adrenaline and you stilled your breathing before peeking in the crack. The first thing you saw was Anthony, bloody faced and curled over on the floor, followed by a low hum of voices. A swift kick landed on his chest, the foot belonging to none other than Saeyoung.

     “It’s just like I said,” Antony hacked between his words, “the c-cop is my neighbor…our…our daughters play together…that’s all,” his hand gripped at his chest and his large frame began to shiver with pain. “I don’t know n-nothin about-“

     Saeyoung cut him off, bending down and grabbing Anthony by the collar.

     “You know what I think? I think you’re a fucking liar. I think you know a lot of things, things you might have told that cop friend of yours. And I just can’t have that,” he puffed a heavy breath of air before bringing his fist down thrice on the side of the mans face. “You fucked with my money.”

     It was a pain like no other creeping inside of you. Watching another person get beat, knowing it could be…should be you, instead. The guilt of it all was too much to handle. This man had a wife…a daughter. Sickness threatened to rise up and spill from your mouth.

     Saeyoung pulled a gun, his fingers readying it with a harsh click. Piss soiled the front of Anthony’s pants, streams of pleading words jumbled together through tears. However, the gun pointed swiftly towards the door. Towards you. All you could manage was a gasp before the trigger was pulled.

     The bullet blast through the door just above your head, raining shards of wood into your hair. After taking a moment to remember how to breathe, you kicked the door open, letting your rage take over.

     “Did you seriously just fucking shoot at me?!” you let out an exasperated scream.

     “Depends,” he stood up, dropping a now passed out Anthony back onto the floor and facing you with a calm expression, “did you seriously just fucking eavesdrop.”

     “Are you out of your fucking mind?” you said shakily.

     “Relax,” he drew the word out in a joking manner, “it’s not like I hit you,” he said casually, shrugging his shoulders.

     “She’s right,” another man spoke up, “what if V heard…we’d be in a shit load of-“

     “Ugh,” Saeyoung groaned, “you guys are too serious. No one heard, the music is too loud and they’re all drunk anyway.”

     He nudged at Anthony with his foot, the body still limp and unmoving.

     “Get him out of here and finish him, he smells like piss,” Saeyoung said.

     The two men each carried an end, hastily removing him from the room. And then it was silent for a moment.

     “Are you gunna keep staring at me or you gunna say what you wanna say?” Saeyoung broke the silence.

     “You have blood on your sleeves,” you quietly pointed out.

     Saeyoung inspected his arms. “So I do,” he rolled them up to conceal the stains before grabbing a towel to wipe his knuckles.

     More silence hung heavy in the room.

     “What if you’re wrong?”

     “About?” Saeyoung replied curtly.

     “Anthony. What if you’re wrong…won’t you feel bad?”

     “Now why would I go and feel something like that?” he smiled quizzically.

     “You can’t possibly be that cruel.”

     “And how do you know what I’m like,” he threw the towel before turning to you. “One mans life means nothing in comparison to what we have built. I’ll do what I have to to keep us alive.”

     “Even if that means killing the innocent?”

     “Doll, none of us are innocent.”

     That may be true, but it didn’t mean someone deserved to die. Laws are in place for a reason. The way they operated was barbaric, but of course you couldn’t say that. Not unless you wanted to end up in the same body bag as Anthony.

     “You’re too trusting. That’s how you end up dead, don’t forget that. Why do you care so much how I feel, anyway?” Saeyoung asked, stepping a bit closer to you.

     “I…I don’t know,” you admitted.

     Why did you care? You had a desperate need to know he had some good in him. Something about his character drew you in. Sometimes, when you were together, you could even forget that you both were on opposing sides.

     “Why are you here?” his voice was bold, his feet carrying him even closer to you.

     “I don’t know,” you said once again.

     His hand brushed the soft skin of your cheek, wiping at the rouge. “Are you stuck on me?”

     His face softened and the corners of his mouth formed a small smile. He held still, waiting for you to say something, anything. As much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the rapid beating of your heart at his touch. The look on your face must have said it all.

     Ever so slowly he pressed his lips against yours into a surprisingly gentle kiss. When you didn’t pull away, each kiss became rougher, all the built up tension releasing into this single act. He pressed himself against you and you moaned softly, realizing you had wrapped your hands around his neck at some point and pulled him closer.

Field Trip

Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I went with a more normal storyline, I hope that’s okay!

I don’t have any younger siblings or cousins, so I don’t know how tall 10 year olds are, so just, sorry.

I also don’t know anyone that’s autistic, so I hope I portrayed the child okay.

If you were being honest, you were having as much fun as the school kids were. You had to keep reminding yourself that you were just a teacher’s assistant, not a 5th grader yourself, but you were enthralled with Stark Industries. The teacher you were helping, Mrs. Robins, had told the kids that none of the Avengers would be making an appearance at today’s field trip, but they had all hoped they’d catch a glimpse, as did you.

The kids squealed when Tony Stark casually strolled up to you and Mrs. Robins, introducing himself and informing you both that he was just dropping by to say hello. It was a frenzy, all the kids descended on Tony Stark like a tidal wave, clamouring for photos and autographs. You were dazzled too, but something in your gut told you to look for Lucas. He was autistic and Mrs. Robins told you that he had a tendency to wander away from the group on previous trips.

Your stomach sinks through the floor as you notice he’s missing. You check and re-check the crowd of kids a dozen times, you were starting to panic.

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Up Close and Personal part 2

so due to the wonderful response on part 1 of this story I decided to continue! Thanks again to @gellbellshead for the ask! And thanks to everyone who read it, liked it and left lovely comments x

you can find part 1 here- https://wordsonpages1.tumblr.com/post/161090281902/person-a-is-walking-down-the-hallway-at

WARNING: smut, smut, smut, smut, smut…. god so much smut I am going to hell 


By the time lunch rolled around Betty liked to think she had regained her composure. After her little encounter- and by little she does not mean little because it was freakin intense-with Jughead Jones Serpent addition in the hallway she had spent her morning thoroughly dazed and out of it.

She had been a flustered mess in her morning classes, caught out for day dreaming on multiple occasions. Her teachers had been shocked at her lack of attentiveness, something that was extremely unBetty. Same blonde girl sat in her same seat, dressed in the typical jeans and knitted sweater, yet her thoughts were on an entirely different trajectory than usual. Today her brain was clouded by a lustful haze subjected upon her by Jughead Jones. Said boy had seemingly taken great pleasure in her reprimand during English, shooting her a smirk that let her know he knew exactly what was preoccupying her thoughts. It was funny how not even a full day ago she would have associated thoughts of Jughead with concern and friendship. Yet now after getting up close and personal with the marvel that was his body, face and lips all she could think about was his touch and when she could have it again. Part of her brain shifted back and recognised that she had always been attracted to him- his sharp tongue and 50’s bad boy looks- but she had never gotten close enough to indulge in that attraction until today. The thought made her stomach flutter with butterflies as she reeled back to his promise of “to be continued”.

The crisp air hit her cheeks as she and Veronica made their way to their normal lunch table by the track. Their conversation medial. The chill of the late autumn air was refreshing against her skin that was still slightly flushed from her whirlwind of a morning. Archie was already at the table and Betty sat down across from him.

“Why didn’t you tell me Jug was coming back today?” The blonde asked her long time neighbour, mostly curiously but a hint of offence lay beneath her words.

Archie’s smile slipped from his face and was exchanged with a look of remorse.

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Hello Neighbour

Characters: Tony x Reader

Summary: Living next door to Tony Stark is, unsurprisingly, a little bit of a nightmare but how much could you take before you are seriously planning to sneak in and murder the inconsiderate ass in his sleep?

Word Count: 2041 words

Prompt “You’re my new neighbor, but I know you’re stealing my wifi to watch porn. Can you not?”

A/N:  This is for @bionic-buckyb and her fabulous challenge.  Thanks for the prompt sweetie. xx

You weren’t usually a passive aggressive note kinda person and as you found yourself scribbling yet another post-it note for the inconsiderate asshole who had moved into the apartment next door you let out a frustrated growl.  It had started innocently enough.  The wonderful, amazing gay couple that you adored moved out into a gorgeous, much larger condo and you had waited the arrival of your new neighbour with a little trepidation but general hope.  You had been at work when they moved in and upon entering the hall you’d had to climb over several boxes just strewn about the place with a frown.  It was okay though, perhaps they were moving in by themselves and with the parking restrictions had to get everything in the building as quickly as possible.  You got how stressful moving was so you let it slide.  When the thumping bass caused your bed to vibrate so much it woke you at 3am you had simply taken a steadying breath and tried to focus on the fact that your new neighbour was still unpacking at this hour and deserved your pity, the music was probably just to keep them awake to finish what they could.

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8

Q: What do you think was going through Flint’s mind when Madi & Silver reunited in 4x3? Your face expresses so much. 

Toby Stephens: A bittersweet happiness for Silver, mixed [with] a sense of his own isolation.

thin lines (m)

pairing: reader x park jimin

summary: park jimin was famous for being a fratboy, a cutie with a booty, and for being a pain in the ass. yet, somehow, you still ended up in his bed. 

genre/count: smut and fluff [ nc-17 ]   |   7.8k words

a/n: i started writing this at work and enjoyed it way too much :’)

Jimin liked to think himself easygoing. He could sweet talk anyone, worm his way into people’s lives and fit himself all snug in their hearts. It was just a charm of his, he supposed. He wasn’t too judgmental or strict, liked to be the good cop to everyone’s bad cop (especially Yoongi in the frat).

But there was something about you that just irritated the fuck out of him. It wasn’t as if you were unpleasant, no. You were pleasant to everyone except him. You were always so effortlessly fucking gorgeous. You never looked snobby or pretentious and he would do you ten out of ten. So he wasn’t quite sure what it was that nagged at the back of his mind about you.

It was during one of his fraternity’s house parties, Hoseok’s this time because he had just gotten the opportunity to perform his choreography in the department’s annual showcase, hence making it a good cause to celebrate. Jimin had entered, tipsy from the pre-game at Taehyung’s place with a handful of new pledges and Taehyung had announced his entrance as he always did. “Your party god and savior, Kim Taehyung, is finally here!” A few of the guys who were all too familiar with his antics waved him off. Jimin just laughed.

It was a little over midnight when Jimin found the music a little too loud, so he staggered over to the kitchen in search of a glass of water to relieve the dryness in the back of his throat. He’s found a few potential girls he could hook up with tonight but none he was too interested in.

However, the sight of another figure halted his footsteps. You stood there nursing your own drink, clad in the shortest pair of leather shorts that curved around your ass nicely, a top that was tantalizing enough to have his dick twitching in his pants but elegant enough to keep it classy. Not to mention that choker that wrapped around your neck. Fuck. You were laughing with a new pledge from his frat and he could already tell that the kid was interested but he couldn’t help the asshole in him when it came to you.

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instant gratification (m)

Originally posted by pjmksj

fuccboii jk x cheerleader! reader ft sex in an instant photobooth

7k, smut

WARNING: this is just pure smut no plot whatsoever lmao and it’s filthy as hell read at ur own risk


11.57am [Jeon Jeongguk]: Quad. Now.

The brevity of his text should annoy you, but it only ignites a desire that burns insistently till it’s quenched. With your screen brightness turned down this low, it should be hard for anyone but you to decipher the words on your screen, but you still jump in surprise and guilt when your roommate, Sejong taps you on the shoulder.

“Hey, don’t forget practice is at 12.30pm today, don’t be late!! Coach already seemed near the end of her rope the last time and the team sure as hell doesn’t need her cracking down any harder. Got it?” Sejong might be your dearest roommate, but as captain of the cheer team she definitely takes her duties very seriously.

Swallowing back nervous laughter, you attempt to flash her an easy smile. “Yes, I promise I’ll be there on time!! It won’t happen anymore, I swear.”

You quickly stash away your phone in your bag and finish adjusting your knee socks before standing and bidding her a hasty goodbye.

“Wait, you’re leaving now? There’s still like half an hour before we start!” Sejong narrows her eyes at you just as your hand lands upon the door handle. Even facing away from her you can feel her scrutinising gaze on your back, and your urgency to leave the room increases.

“Uhh… yeah, you said my splits needed some work last time right? I think I’m gonna go in early and get some practice in.” To your own ears your excuse sounds flimsy and coupled with the slight tremor in your voice, you’re almost definitely sure that Sejong will call you out.

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Parallels

Originally posted by donewithjeon

 Taehyung x Reader

soulmate au, angst, sort of historical au?

 5.1K words

If there was one thing you were certain of, it was that the purpose or your existence was to love Kim Taehyung, and his was to love you. Throughout countless lifetimes the two of you have longed for each other, but just like parallel lines, though your souls always seemed to be travelling in the same direction, it was impossible that they could ever meet and become one.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by the Fallen series which I read when I was like 12 lmao


You were no longer sure who, or where, you had been the very first time you laid your eyes on Kim Taehyung.

So many lifetimes blurred together into one, your existence was so scattered throughout time you had begun to lose track of it.  But in each life, no matter who you were, regardless of whether you lived a life of luxury or one of extreme poverty, he was always there. Your existences were irreversibly intertwined.

You didn’t know why. You didn’t know how. You had no clue if there were others in the world who lived through multiple existences, or if any of them remembered each individual life the way you did. In no life had you ever dared ask, for fear of sounding crazy or being whisked away to the closest asylum.

In some lives you were close to him. In a few, you even grew up as childhood friends. You remembered those lives more clearly than most. One in particular that you remembered with a shocking clarity was England in the 1600s. Your family lived on and ran a small farm out in a tiny rural village. It had been a tough life, getting up at the brink of dawn every morning and not returning from the fields until the sun finally dropped behind the earth, but the hard work paid off and there was always a sufficient amount of food. You could still feel the wonderful sensation of the cool, crisp early morning air against your skin, even now.

Taehyung’s family had owned a bakery and every morning, just as you set out to work the fields, his mother would send him round to deliver bread in exchange for milk.

Even from a young age, you’d felt the pull towards him, that feeling which was now so painfully familiar. He was like a magnet, he could only be resisted for so long before you had no choice but to give in.

For some reason, you’d thought in that life that perhaps things would be different, perhaps it wouldn’t end in the same fashion that all the others had. You were no longer sure what had caused you to think this, maybe getting to spend so long by his side had lured you into a false sense of safeness. You weren’t as foolish now as you had been then. You’d learnt the hard way that there were never any exceptions.

You still dreamt about that life sometimes. You dreamt about the way the long honey coloured strands of wheat matched his eyes and the sound of his laughter getting caught between trees in the nearby forest as you played together. But more vividly, you were haunted by the shy, gentle first touch of your lips to his, you were tormented by that fleeting moment of happiness that had existed just before everything crumbled away to dust.

In other lives, however, Kim Taehyung was painfully out of reach. One of you would be of a much higher status than the other, meaning any attraction you felt was forbidden. You could recall a few lives where you ended up being born into a wealthy family and Taehyung had been employed by your family in some way. He had once been a gardener, and another time a cook, and you were fairly sure he had also been a stable boy at some point. But you hated those lives the most. Any interaction with him was dialled down to a minimum and it made your chest ache awfully. Those lives were made of nothing but longing glances and sad smiles.

Kim Taehyung never seemed to remember you. Unlike you, he seemed blissfully unaware of the fact that he had lived hundreds of times before, and that you had been present in each and every one of those existences.

Needless to say, it was heartbreaking to look into the eyes of the man you’d loved for centuries and for him to have absolutely no clue who you were. But it was even more heartbreaking to watch as he fell hopelessly in love with you. The dreadful cycle was doomed to repeat over and over, possibly for eternity.

Because the two of you could never be together.

In every life, without fail, the first kiss with Kim Taehyung was also always the last. You’d spent so many days and nights in complete anguish, wondering why the two of you had been cursed with such a cruel fate.

Because after every first kiss with Kim Taehyung, your body would burst into flames.

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Skewered

Summary: You’re a doctor for the avengers and when Bucky comes in with a hunk of metal in his side you find that it’s not his injury that’s making you sweat.

Warnings: Description of wounds/blood, Bucky being shameless

Note: I’m overwhelmed by the feedback I got on my last fic! You guys are great! So for my second fic I though I’d try out Bucky, again I’d love any constructive comments/criticism.


“Incoming! Incoming!” Odette, the surgical tech assigned to you rushes into the room.

“How many?” you ask, looking up from the table where you’ve laid out your tools.The tech flushes. You sigh. “What type of injuries?” 

“Uh-hm..” the tech stutters. You turn around so you can hide your eye roll. “Dr.Cho’s been called in..” Odette says. 

“Thank you, Odette” You say and head to the sink to scrub your hands again. You are a top scientist working for Fury, and besides having your degree in engineering you’re an MD who specializes in general surgery. So whenever the reinstated avengers go on mission you’re put on call, which basically consists of you waiting in the med bay in case anyone needs to be treated. Usually the injuries are minor, the team are unparalleled in what they do, and you just end up patching up deep scrapes or bullet grazes. Because of this and the fact you have daily work at the Avenger’s compound you’ve become very friendly with the team.

Your palms start to sweat. Today’s mission was supposed to be high risk and it’s a bad sign that Helen’s been called in. With you and one other doctor on call her and her technology are only called in for severe injuries. The door opens and a battered looking Steve supporting an even more battered looking Bucky walks in. Steve helps Bucky sit on the examination table.

“Any more injured?” You ask, pulling on gloves.

“Scrapes all around, except for Sam. He’s badly burned.” Steve blows air out of his mouth. You look at him, his brow is creased in worry. 

“How badly?” You look at Bucky, he has a chunk of what seems to be jagged metal in his side, about two inches thick, protruding several inches from his gear. It seems to be a simple extraction job.

“Badly. But Park’s seeing to him”  Samuel Park is the other doctor in the compound “Dr.Cho’s supposed to put him in the new Cradle.I hope she gets here soon.”

You walk to the table and pick up scissors and a knife. “Odette, You should go assist Dr.Park.” the tech nods, and scurries out the door. Steve goes to follow but looks back at Bucky.

“He’ll be fine, go,” You say, and with that Steve leaves.


You look at Bucky. His eyes are already trained on you. It reminds you of the time Steve came in for stitches. His forearm had been split open. Bucky leaned against the wall in the corner of the room, he remained silent but his eyes followed your every move. Even when you looked at him he didn’t break his gaze. You assumed he was just being protective over his best friend. Bucky hasn’t said more than two words to you in the time that you’ve known him. Even after he started opening up and joking around with the team he remained oddly silent around you. You assumed you annoyed him. He had no problem talking with the others and even flirting with the research techs. 

You step up to him and start cutting away his gear. ‘Oops probably should have asked before I started cutting off his clothes’.Heat flushes down your neck and you stop your actions.

“Sorry, do you mind  if I cut away your gear?” 

“ ‘S fine” he says, voice low. You look up and you swear there’s a hint of smile on his face. You nod and continue. He smells of something metallic mixed with blood and sweat and a hint of….cologne…? As you cut away more of his gear you catch more of it. You try not to think about it. He’s handsome, the type of handsome that makes people do a double take. You try to ignore the broadness of his shoulders as his gear falls away, leaving him in a damp wife-beater. 

“Ain’t even the first date and you’re already tryna get me outta my clothes.” He rasps, startling you. You stutter and stammer, before deciding not to respond.

“Okay,” you say, taking a breath. “I’m just going to  take a look at this” You step in between his legs and inspect the metal shard. It looks worse than what you first thought it was. The shard is about the size of your hand and sticks out right below his rib cage, there’s a possibility that it might have hit some organs. There’s no exit point. Your heart rate goes up. Can a super soldier die if his major organs fail before his body can repair them? 

You wheel over your table of tools. You wish you hadn’t sent away Odette.

“Can you lay down for me?,” You ask.

“Of course sugar.” He says, piercing you with his stare.

You take a deep breath, feeling flustered. Did this man want to die on the operating table?

You cut away his undershirt and prepare some local anesthesia.

“I’m going to try to numb the area, but I don’t know how well this will work. I’m sorry I don’t have anything else on hand.” You don’t even know if anesthesia would work on him.

“ ‘S alright, darling I’ve been through worse,” He says giving you a small smile. You feel your face fall as you think about how true his statement is. You numb him and take a deep breath.You move to start extracting the shard when his hand shoots out and grabs yours. You stop yourself from jumping.

“You know there is something that would make me feel better.” Bucky says, voice gravelly.

“Of course, what is it?” You place your tools back on the table. ‘Maybe a special painkiller?’ you think.

“A kiss,” Bucky’s face stretches into a wide smirk.

You splutter “James…!”

“Bucky.” he supplies, smirk not leaving his face.

“Bucky….I uh….I don’t think that would be necessary for minimizing your pain.”

Oh I beg to differ darlin’“ He says.

You clear your throat and start to grab your tools again. Bucky says your name, pleadingly.

“Come on, ya really gonna deny a dyin’ man his final wish.” You roll your eyes at his dramatic tone. You fix him with your gaze.

 “You’re not gonna die Bucky.” 

“Here I am,bleeding out on your table, and all I’m askin’ for is one little kiss. Just one little kiss, from the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He looks at you from the corner of his eye “….before she slices me open.”

You sigh. One thing you know about Bucky Barnes is that he’s stubborn as a bull. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, his stubble prickling you in a not unpleasant way.

For a moment Bucky just looks at you, it seems like he’s crawling underneath your skin with that stare. Then he groans “Really sugar? Ya gonna try and cheat a man with a chunk of metal in his side?”

“I-I, uh” You stammer

“You really are heartless.” He sighs dramatically, closing his eyes.

You war with yourself for a split second, before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. As you start to pull away Bucky’s hand comes up and stops you, and he deepens the kiss. His lips are surprisingly soft, his stubble scratches your face deliciously. Remembering the fact that he has a piece of metal in his side, you slowly withdraw. Bucky tugs on your lip with his teeth as you do so, which makes you have to turn around in order to regain your composure. When you turn back around, Bucky’s face is split in an ear to ear grin.

“Alright beautiful, cut me open, I can now die a happy man.”

You swallow, “Shut up James,” you snap, hating how your voice shakes. You pick up your tools and start to remove the metal. It comes out surprisingly smoothly, except for the last few inches. As you pull them free, Bucky starts to bleed. Way too much. The end of the shard is jagged. You try to contain the blood. But there’s just so much, you call for assistance and try to repair the damage.

By the time you finish you’re covered in blood. “Bucky, Bucky can you hear me?” You say, stepping close and touching his face, he looks drawn, pale.

“His pulse is faint. But it’s there.” Odette says. You jump, you forgot she had come in.

“Alright,” you sigh, blowing hair back from your forehead. “Guess we’ll wait.”


Bucky’s moved to a different hospital bed in another one of the rooms, and fitted with IVs. Steve understandably freaks out, with two close friends gravely injured within 24 hours it’s no wonder. Sam’s healed now, resting. You tell Steve to do the same and sit in a chair in Bucky’s room. The others wander in and out of the room.You know with his regenerative properties he’ll recover, but when six hours pass you can’t help but worry. ‘Why hasn’t he woken up by now?’ .


You blink your eyes open as a sliver of sunlight passes across your face. You squint, looking at the clock on the wall: 7 am. Damn. You finished patching Bucky up at about 4 pm last night. You had fallen asleep in his room. ‘I’m terrible at keeping watch’ you scold yourself. ‘What if he had worsened during the night?’ You look over at Bucky, only to find him watching you. You jump.

“Man you need to stop doing that.” Your voice is thick with sleep. You lick your dry lips, feeling self conscious. Standing you hear your joints cracking as you walk over.

“How can I help it when you’re always lookin’ so gorgeous?” He smirks.

“Shut up,” You say, pulling back the covers and inspecting his wound. It looks nearly healed. “How do you feel?” you murmur.

“Alright,” He says wincing slightly as you put pressure on his wound. He sits up, and you try to ignore the way the muscles in his chest and stomach flex. “I’d feel better if you’d let me buy you dinner, though” He looks up at you through his lashes. You click your tongue.

“You really are shameless,”

“Come on, it’s the least I can do after bleedin’ all over ya.” You look down at yourself, your scrubs are crusted in dried blood. You start replacing the dressing on his wound.

“You say that to all the girls who stitch you up?” You quip, avoiding his gaze.

“Nope. But then again I don’t spend six months building up the courage to ask those girls out either.” You look at him for a long while,saying nothing, and notice how red starts to tinge his ears and creep up his neck.

“Alright,” You answer finally giving him a smirk of your own.

Bucky lets out a huge breath, and chuckles  “Damn sugar, you really know how to make a man sweat, don’t ya?”


Tags : @stephie-senpai

don’t think about allura deep in thought — eyes focused on a map of constellations before her, brows furrowed, tip of a pencil on her lips, hair tied back except for that one silver strand that’s slipped out of her bun. 

don’t think about shiro checking on her in the middle of the night — finding her in the command room, sighing softly to himself when he sees her standing in the same spot as when he left her two hours ago, slipping his arms around her to embrace her from behind, stepping close against her to catch the little jump she makes when she realizes he’s there.

don’t think about his breath on her neck as he turns his nose toward her, her arm slowly lowering the pencil in her hand down to the table — the hint of a smile stretching over her face as his lips graze the point of her ear as he murmurs,

“hey, princess.”

All Or Nothing - Smut

Originally posted by dylanmysunshine

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 6,244
AN: College AU, all human. This was never meant to be published tbh but you can thank @writing-obrien​ for it getting done. Also shout out to @hardladyheart​ for her late night motivation and @sarcasticallystilinski​ for spitballing title ideas with me.

The song that’s sung is obviously not mine, it’s by State Champs. Listen HERE.



You transferred into Berkeley college in the beginning of your sophomore year. You hated starting a new school, but at least it was college and not high school. You’d been here a few weeks. You hadn’t made any friends yet, just your roommate, but you were more acquaintances. She was an art major and a little quirky, plus her boyfriend lived off campus so she wasn’t around much.

Being a music major had it perks. There were a lot of hot guys in the music department, but most of them were too involved with their own projects to notice you. You were pretty quiet, always lost in your own head. No one would have guessed that you weren’t the least bit shy. And you liked to keep it that way.

However, life had become boring. You finally had the hang of your classes and schedule but you needed to find something else to do with your time. Which is why you found yourself in the music building, standing in front of the bulletin board. Most of the notices were the same, people selling instruments or looking for them, people looking for practice space, advertisements for open mic nights. But one flier in particular caught your eye.

It wasn’t fancy at all, maybe a little creased and wrinkled from being in someone’s pocket. It was plain white, written on with black Sharpie.

GUITARIST WANTED

FOR COVER BAND

MUST LIKE/PLAY ROCK MUSIC, POP PUNK.

CALL SCOTT

310-422-1124

There was a crudely drawn Chewbacca next to it, holding what looked to be a guitar. You chewed your bottom lip in thought. You could do that. You fit the qualifications. You pulled out your phone, typing the number in and saving it to your contacts for later.

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Stolen Moments (M)

Characters: Jungkook x reader (ft maknae line & mention of Yugyeom)

Warnings: Mentions of war/death, implications of PTSD, angst & smut

Word count: 19,993

A/N: My best friend @sungvin97 convinced me to share my fanfic so please let me know what you think!


Originally posted by jengkook

June 1941.

You’d counted the days until you’d see him again.


The ocean breeze felt nice against your skin, a cool contrast to the sun hanging high in the afternoon sky. You looked up, shielding your eyes with your hand, as you watched a couple of seagulls fighting against the wind, one gliding in front of the other to hold back the full weight of the wind. You smiled, finding something beautiful about the act, and you lowered your gaze back to the ocean, immediately bringing your hands up to form a makeshift picture frame. There was nothing but blue, blue skies, blue clouds, blue water, blue everything, and it was beautiful to you. You wanted to hold onto it forever, the idea that there were infinite possibilities swimming in the depths of all that blue—infinite possibilities to reach beyond the sky, and infinite possibilities to scavenge beneath the sea—and all you had to do was imagine it, or take hold of it; it didn’t matter, it was yours for the taking.

You hummed to yourself, letting your hands fall to your sides just as a voice sounded behind you. You looked over your shoulders, towards the grassy hills beyond the beach, weaving along the pathway to the woman shouting over the howling wind. You could barely hear her as she continued to call to you, waving her hands in a circular motion for you to come to her. You stared at her, finding no reason to go to her when you were at peace right where you were. By the looks, you could tell she was rolling her eyes at you, annoyed that you remained as stubborn as you had been as a child, and she cusped her hands in a circle around her mouth, calling out to you for the final time.

“Y/N, he’s back!”

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Bloom — Part I — Summer

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower


Started writing this oneshot and it turned into four oneshots. I changed it up a bit, but I hope you enjoy. x


The first time that Harry came to her shop, she barely said a word to him.

She knew when she opened her flower shop that Harry Styles lived nearby. It’s basically all that her friends back home could talk about when she announced where she was moving—they were diehard fans, and a few of them even begged her to take them with her so that they could meet the infamous Harry Styles.

She wasn’t shy, and she wasn’t one to get starstruck when face to face with a celebrity (not that she’d ever really met one). But the first time of many that Harry Styles walked into her flower shop, he was on a date.

His date wasn’t a big name or anything, and didn’t look familiar at all. But he was very much enthralled with her—he seemed like the kind of man to give you all his attention when he’s set aside time for you, and that was something she rarely ever really saw. She busied herself behind the counter of the shop, counting receipts and moving some stuff around so that she didn’t look like she was eavesdropping, which she wasn’t.

The shop that she owned wasn’t very big at all—it was just big enough to hold a small greenhouse garden in the back that she used to grow her flowers, as well as the storefront where she sold them (among the shipments she received from other greenhouses that were much larger than her own). It wasn’t exactly LARGE by any standards but she enjoyed it that way. Except it meant that there really wasn’t anywhere to hide, so when Harry Styles and his date decided to walk around and look at her bouquets, she couldn’t help but overhear.

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Got7: First kiss.

~Request: Can you make a got7 boyfriend first kiss please ? 

~Also, this is kinda long.

Jaebum:  

It happened on your second date with Jaebum. As he walked you to your door, you noticed he had this big grin on his face (gif).

“Why are you smiling like that?” you asked.

“I just..I really like you Y/N,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You smiled widely and blushed. He breathed deeply and stepped closer to you. He ran his hands down your arms and took yours in his when he reached them. You looked up at him just before he leaned in and kissed your lips firmly. He pulled away after a few seconds and stroked your cheek with his right hand.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he chuckled, letting his hand slip as he turned and walked away. You shook your head, grinning like an idiot.

Jaebum doesn’t seem like the type of guy to wait around, so I definitely see him going for the first kiss on like the second or third date. He’d be gentle but firm. He’d either hold your hands, cup your face or rest his hands on your waist. He’d make it memorable though by saying something cutesy before it or maybe after it. It’d be a really good kiss.

Mark:

You’d been dating for a little over a month and hadn’t kissed yet. You were getting a bit impatient but didn’t want to push him in case he thought it was too soon. You were in the dorms one day and the two of you decided to watch a movie and you offered to go make popcorn. As you were getting up, you leaned down and pecked Mark’s cheek then continued walking to the kitchen like nothing happened. You peaked around the doorframe and laughed at how blushy and shy he was. You got the popcorn and made your way back to your previous spot on the couch beside Mark. 

“Em..what was that for?” he asked shyly and glanced up at you.

“What was what for?” you countered innocently and shoved a handful of popcorn into your mouth.

“The kiss,” he said quietly. You swallowed what was in your mouth and shrugged.

“What, am I not allowed to kiss you?” you teased.

“It’s not that. I just wanted to kiss you before you kissed me,” he said and you smiled, putting the popcorn on the table and moving closer to him.

“Mark that wasn’t a kiss, it was a peck. So technically, neither of us have ‘kissed’ the other yet,” you reassured him with a small smile that he mirrored. His eyes fell down to your lips then back up to meet yours. You raised your eyebrows expectantly and he leaned in slowly, cupping your right cheek with his hand. Your eyes fluttered shut simultaneously and your lips met his in a soft, sweet kiss. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped an arm around his neck. Seconds passed and he pulled away reluctantly.

“Well that was certainly worth the wait,” you laughed as you leaned in to kiss him again.

Mark would take his time. He’d have you thinking he’d never kiss you. You might have to take matters into your own hands but he’d probably prefer to be the one to initiate the kiss. It’d be a really sweet, soft and gentle kiss with a slight hint of hesitation. Mark would either cup your cheek or face with his hand(s) or have a hand on the back of your neck. It’d be such a cute kiss and would leave both of you feeling all warm and fuzzy.

Jackson:

5th date of your courtship with Jackson Wang and he took you out for ice cream. You were sitting across from each other, laughing and talking as you ate. He suddenly started giggling quietly to himself, his eyes fixed on your face. You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“What?” you asked.

“You’ve got some ice cream there,” he said gesturing to the corner of your mouth. You blushed and reached up to wipe it away but Jackson grabbed your hand.

“I’ve got a better idea,” he said with a cheeky grin and mischievous glint in his eye. He leaned across the table, grabbing your chin gently and tilting your head upwards slightly. He kissed you and moved his lips against yours, thus removing the ice cream from the corner of your mouth. He pulled away and immediately fell into a fit of giggles at your rose tinted cheeks and red tipped ears.

“Ah Y/N! You’re so cute,” he giggled as he kissed your forehead. 

Jackson would want to wait for the right moment. Whether that came early on or later didn’t really matter to him. He’d find an excuse or ‘logical’ reason to kiss you. It’d be sweet and playful but firm. He’d grab your chin or the back of your neck or pull you flush against him by your waist. It’d be a good kiss and would certainly leave you a bit dazed afterwards.

Jinyoung: 

The two of you were laying next to each other on your bed, just talking about everything and anything. You were laughing at a story he’d told you about his members and he was looking over at you adoringly. You glanced at him and blushed when you found him looking at you. Before you could say anything, Jinyoung had his left hand on your hip and his right by your head supporting him as he loomed over you. Your eyes met and you both grinned sheepishly. He leaned down and captured your lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. Your arms wound around his neck and the kiss deepened. Time slipped by and eventually you broke apart purely for the reason that you both needed oxygen. He smiled down at you sweetly then kissed your forehead before rolling back onto the bed. 

Timing wouldn’t really be a thing that Jinyoung would think about. When it happened, it happened. He’d be more passionate about it than the others and would let it carry on so the kiss wouldn’t be just a peck. His hands would be either on your waist or the small of your back or maybe one on your waist and one cupping your cheek. It’d start off as a soft kiss but would soon deepen and get more passionate. It’d be the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless.

Youngjae: 

You’d always found Youngjae’s shyness endearing and cute but you also knew you’d have to take the lead when it came to any form of skinship or relationship stuff, well most of it at least. After Youngjae attempted to kiss your cheek but just ended up laughing awkwardly in your ear instead, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You were in a park, walking hand in hand and talking about everything that had happened in your respective lives since that last time you’d spoken. As you were walking, Youngjae caught sight of a playground. He headed straight for it with you in tow. You laughed fondly as you watched him make a mad dash for the swing set and launch himself onto one of the swings. He looked over at you with his signature sunshine smile.

“Y/N! Hurry up!” he called and you jogged over to him. You sat on the swing beside him and you two resumed talking as you both started swinging. The day had faded into evening and you’d both stilled your swings. ‘Well now’s as good a time as any,’ you thought to yourself as you got off your swing. You walked over to Youngjae and stood in front of him, your hands on the chains of the swing. He continued talking but blushed profusely. You smiled softly and leaned down to his level. Youngjae immediately started giggling.

“What are you doing Y/N?” he asked between giggles.

“You’ll see,” you smirked and leaned in. Youngjae’s eyes widened as yours closed and you kissed him gently. He smiled and closed his eyes, moving his hands to your waist. When you pulled away, he looked up at you with adoring eyes and the biggest smile humanly possible.

“Thank you,” he whispered softly and you both laughed.

“Did you really just thank me for kissing you Choi Youngjae?” you laughed and he poked your sides gently, laughing with you. Now a bit more confident, he leaned up and kissed you, pulling you closer by your waist.

Youngjae is so adorably shy and awkward, there’s very little chance of him being able to work up the nerve to kiss you without you having kissed him first. Initiating the kiss would be kinda awkward but the kiss itself would be really sweet and gentle. He’d probably only put his hands on your waist at first and would just let you take the lead. It’d be one cute kiss though and you’d both be shy afterwards.  

BamBam: 

You always found it funny how Bambam acted so arrogant and self-assured when you knew how he really was. You knew he was just an adorable goofy dork. And today was no exception. You were sitting next to him on your couch, smiling adoringly at him as he animatedly described something one of the 97′ liners had done. He was getting so into telling the story and you found it so cute that you couldn’t resist leaning over and pecking his cheek. He froze mid-sentence (gif) and turned to you with wide eyes and a slightly smug smile.

“I’m just too irresistible aren’t I?” he smirked as you blushed slightly and rolled your eyes.

“Wow Bambam, great job. You’ve ruined the mo-” You were cut off by his kiss. His hands ghosted down your sides and came to rest on your hips. He pulled you closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your fingers found their way his hair and you entwined them with his locks. Bambam smiled softly into the kiss then pulled away but kept a firm hold on you.

“You really like my hair, don’t you?” he laughed as you scoffed and shook your head with a smile. You merely nodded then looked back at him. The way he was looking at you made you feel like you were the most precious thing on earth and you felt your heart swell as he blushed before looking away shyly. A blushing Bambam was a rare sight and you loved that you had that affect on him. 

The kiss would happen when it happens. Whether it was initiated by him or his partner wouldn’t really matter to him all that much. It would be a sweet and playful kiss, that would definitely bring out his shyer side. His hands would probably be at your waist or he might wrap his arms around you. It would be accompanied by a cute lead up and a cuddle session afterwards, all contributing to a memorable first kiss.

Yugyeom:

Yugyeom decided that today was the day. After weeks of his hyungs hyping him up, he’d finally decided it was about time he kissed you. And sweet Jesus he was nervous. You’d noticed he seemed a little off during dinner but put it down to tiredness and stress. You knew something was up when he walked straight past the café where you always went for dessert.

“Yugyeom, where are you going?” you asked in confusion. He grinned at you sheepishly as he slid his hand into yours and wove your fingers together. Okay, now you were really confused. Yugyeom hadn’t held your hand like that in public before. You looked up at him and he winked at you cheekily before he began walking again, pulling you along behind him by your hand. You walked on for a while and soon you recognised your surroundings. ‘Why is he taking me to the dorms?’ you wondered, more intrigued than before. Eventually, you reached the dorm and Yugyeom pulled you inside then shut the door behind you. The first thing you noticed was the soft music that replaced the usual bustle of the place. You turned away from the door and gasped. 

The living room was illuminated by soft fairy lights strung from the ceiling’s corners. The coffee table had been replaced by a fluffy blanket and a multitude of throw pillows. The blanket was littered with boxes of your favourite pastries and cakes from the café, accompanied by your usual drink and Yugeom’s side by side in the centre of the blanket. You smiled, almost giddy with happiness.

“Happy one month anniversary Y/N,” Yugyeom said from behind you. You turned back to him and hugged him. He giggled at your cuteness and hugged you back. You pulled away slightly to look at him.

“This is so sweet Yugyeom. You really didn’t have to do all this,” you said softly and Yugyeom’s bright smile dimmed slightly.

“Do you not like it?” he asked worriedly.

“I love it Yugyeom. Really, I do. Thank you,” you reassured as his face light up instantly and he blushed. He led you over to the blanket and you sat down next to each other.

*** 

After eating one to many baked goods, you and Yugyeom were telling each other random childhood stories. You both leaned towards each other as you laughed. The laughter died down when you realised how close you were. Yugyeom’s eyes darted from yours to your lips and he licked his nervously. He took a deep breath and leaned in closer to you. Your breath hitched as his became uneven.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered and you nodded more eagerly than you meant to. He chuckled lowly then closed the short distance between you two, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

Yugyeom would be the one to plan it out. He’d do something really cute and romantic to set the mood before the kiss. He would want to make it perfect as it would very likely be his first but mainly because it would be his first with his partner. After having an amazing date beforehand, the kiss itself would just happen naturally. It would be a very sweet kiss. 

~A/N~ I really loved writing this. I love these kinds of requests; they’re so cute. Requests for ships are now closed but requests for everything else are open so, feed the inbox!

Out of the Blue 02

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk. 

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: in a world where shower sex is Effortless. LOLLL also plz enjoy the stereotypical dogs love peanut butter thing in this it brought me joy

Words: 5k

01 | 02


It was silent, save for the light clinking of the spoon Seokjin was using to stir his tea. Namjoon sat at the island in the middle of the large kitchen, staring down at his cup of tea which was untouched, worrying about one thing and one thing only.

“So what do you think they’re doing?”

Seokjin promptly stopped stirring his tea at the question and turned around away from the counter to look at Namjoon, his eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at his lips. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He sauntered over to the island where Namjoon was seated, taking a sip of his tea on the way over.

Sheepishly, Namjoon chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks turning red from the slight embarrassment and scratching the back of his neck. What a foolish question he had asked. “Oh- um, yeah, I guess not.”

“Yeah, they’ll be doing that for awhile,” Seokjin explained in amusement, taking a seat at the island across from him. “But later on, they’ll take a break.. Come downstairs, eat and drink something - recharge, perhaps. Don’t get it twisted though, you won’t be able to…. touch her, if you know what I mean. Not even a rub on the arm. Jungkook will be attached at her hip. He’s very territorial and possessive of his clients, I’m afraid. Well, I’m sure you know that well enough.”

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Warm

Originally posted by montedelacruz


Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader
Request: No.
Word Count: 1,307
A/N: Hola! This took me while but I wanted to show Monty’s ‘softer’ side because I feel everyone bashes him for being an asshole but I believe he can be a total sweetheart. There are some suggestive themes, nothing too bad, but please do not read if you’re not comfortable! Enjoy! :)
Warnings: Sexual themes! Please do not read if you’re not comfortable!
Italics = You, Bold = Monty

When you heard that your boyfriend Montgomery De La Cruz had gotten into another fight, you weren’t really that surprised at all. Monty was a natural born troublemaker but you couldn’t really blame him for that. Usually you’d be mad at him, but recently he’s been going through some things so you’d decided to cut him some slack. He was having a tough time with his grades and his parent constantly got on him about that. You were feeling really bad for your boyfriend, and wished you could do something for him. You’d tried tutoring him before, but it just didn’t work for him as good as you had hoped. He was beginning to feel like he’d never truly get the help he needed.
   You were waiting for Monty outside of the counselor’s office, you’d decided that you were going to spend the rest of the day with him. He was probably going to get suspended and his parents were definitely gonna give him hell for that, but there was nothing wrong in trying to cheer him up. You heard the doorknob next to you twist, and Monty stepped out of the office. He looked at you, his hands tightening around the straps laying on his shoulders. His face was bruised, and his lip was busted but of course he would always be handsome to you no matter what.
   Monty looked down at his feet waiting for you to scold him, but you didn’t. Instead your hand caressed his cheek as you softly spoke, “Hey.” He lifted his head from the floor and looked at you, raising his eyebrow. “You should be yelling at me by now, are you okay?” You chuckled, and moved to grab his hand. “I’m fine I just…I just wanted to spend the rest of my day with you.” Smiling, you tugged on his hand moving toward the main doors. He didn’t say anything while you guys walked, and you wondered if maybe he felt disappointed in himself. The two of you had chose to walk back to your house, which was good because your parents were out of town and you wanted it to be quiet to just really focus on Monty. Even though you’ve been dating him for a while, you couldn’t really think of anything to cheer your boyfriend up.
“Ice cream?” You asked him as you started making your way to the kitchen. You looked back to catch his nod, then went to take the vanilla ice cream out of the freezer. Grabbing two spoons you ran them under some water to rinse them off, then jogged back to the living room. You handed Monty the tub of ice cream, and walked over to your parents liquor cabinet. Generally you weren’t the type to drink, but it helped calm Monty’s nerves. Bringing a few glasses with you, you set the items onto the table and poured the alcohol into the cups. “First ditching school, now drinking? Maybe I am a bad influence on you. But seriously, what’s up with you?” You shook your head at his words, “Nothing, I just want to make you feel good…calm you down a bit. Now drink.”
Flipping through the channels, you settled on a random movie and started to dig into the ice cream. It didn’t take long for you both to finish the whole carton, which you just placed on the table instead of throwing out. “I’m gonna run a bath, okay?” Because of Monty’s hard exterior you’d normally think he wasn’t into stuff like this, but in reality he enjoyed doing these romantic, cliché things with you. You could see the hint of a smile smeared on his face before you ran upstairs to get the water running.
   It didn’t take long for the bath tub to fill with the clear liquid, and you quickly went to get Monty. When he got into the bathroom, he tugged on the edge of his shirt and you watched as he took it off. You stopped him as he fiddled with his belt, and unbuckled it for him. Tugging his pants down, he quickly stepped out of them and played with the band of his underwear. Neither of you were strangers to sex, but you weren’t really sure if you wanted that tonight. Monty moved closer to you and started to take your clothes off until you were in just your underwear. Normally you were confident in your body, but suddenly you started to feel shy. Your arms went up to cover the cleavage you had showing but Monty grabbed your wrists before you could do so. He started to leave sloppy kisses along your jawline, then moved to nip on the skin of your neck. Your hands traveled down his chest, and he let out a groan. He found your lips and captured them into a heated kiss, while reaching behind you to unclip your bra. Pulling away, he dropped kisses down the front of your body stopping and the band of your panties. “You’re so beautiful (Y/N)…” He dipped his head to lick the skin of your thighs before yanking your panties down. Slowly, Monty got up off of the floor and took off his underwear too. You pouted because he had left you hot and bothered and he knew that. That stupid smirk of his painted his face as he sat in the bathtub. Glaring at him, you followed in, and sat in his lap. His hand quickly found your thigh, rubbing the inside, teasing you a bit. You sighed both in frustration and in pleasure, “God Monty if you’re gonna do something then do it.” Nibbling on the skin of your shoulder his deep voice whispered in your ear as he rubbed on your clit, “How bad do you want it?” “Really bad, Monty please.” You could feel his length harden beneath you just at the sound of your voice. His fingers slipped into you throbbing core and you leaned back, moaning. You rocked your hips a little trying to please him at the same time, but he put a hand on your waist to stop you. “No baby, none of that. I just want to please you.” The speed his fingers were working at increased, and they curled inside of you, leaving you a mess. You moved so that one leg was draped over the edge of the tub, it gave Monty some room to move faster and he did. Your breath quickened as you continued to moan Monty’s name. You mewled as he added in another finger, not stopping to let you adjust to the feeling. He was stretching your walls, but the slight pain didn’t really bother you.
You were quickly approaching your high and you tried to move your hips, begging and pleading for Monty to give you something more. He chuckled moving his hand and letting you buck your hips into his fingers. “God you’re so beautiful, cum for me baby.” His low, sexy voice pushed you over the edge. You let out a loud moan as you came to your high, your back arching against Monty and some of the water spilling out of the tub. Out of breath, you grabbed onto his arm and closed you eyes.
You felt the cold air hit your body and you shivered. Monty carried you into your bedroom and threw one of his shirts over you. He threw on his clothes from earlier and climbed into the bed. Bringing you into his chest, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled the covers up to your chin. “You’re so warm,” you said, smiling while sighing in satisfaction. He kissed your temple and laid his head back on his pillow. You closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, proud that you’d calmed your hotheaded boyfriend down for the day.

THE T-SHIRT THIEF | M

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 9,812

Description: In the midst of your loneliness due to Taehyung’s absence, you decide that you need a distraction, which somehow manifests itself as going over to his apartment and stealing a t-shirt or two… or three… 

Anonymous Requested: Being in a relationship with Taehyung, and stealing all of his t-shirts while he’s busy with bts’ latest comeback + smut

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You watched with a prominent downward quirk of your lips as Taehyung ran around the apartment, quickly stuffing clothes into a duffel bag as he scurried in every direction to gather his things before he had to head off to the dorms. It was time for a comeback, and all of the members agreed that it would be much easier on everyone to just stay at the dorms together during the busy hype of the first couple of weeks. This cut down the annoyances of people showing up to schedules at different times, or getting caught in traffic, so you completely understood the point of it… You just wished it didn’t mean having to stay back at your apartment all alone.

At this point in your relationship with Taehyung, you probably should have been used to the notion of him having to leave for a few weeks, or sometimes even a few months, every once in a while… but just because you were used to it, didn’t mean you had to like it.

You fell back against the mattress, your mind heavy with thoughts, and you weren’t exactly trying your hardest to mask the disdain you had for him leaving, so it wasn’t surprising when you felt the slight sink of someone taking the spot next to you on the bed. You opened your eyes, a concerned looking Taehyung coming into view.

“Please don’t pout. You know I don’t want to leave.” He reached forward, lightly pinching at your bottom lip that was sticking out.

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