i answered the door in a towel for this

Baseball (M)

(I can’t get over baseball Jungkook so I had to write something)

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

╳ Genre: smut | One shot

╳ Summary: You hated being dragged to baseball games because your best friends boyfriend was on the team. But maybe this time wasn’t going to be so bad.


“You know I hate baseball” You said, your arm being dragged as your friend pulled you across your lawn.

“Yes, and basically any sport” Your friend Rylee said, unlocking her car door. “But today is his big game and I really want you to come along!”

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stormy nights || stiles stilinski (smut )

word count: 3550

prompt: my smut for lacrosse week!

warnings: smut, swearing

author’s note: this is my first solo smut and i hope you guys like it! let me know if i should keep writing smut. please leave feedback on this!

masterlist

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Stress Relief

Brett x Reader

Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut , slight choking like not really but sort off


“Hey Brett.” One his team mates called to the wolf who followed the direction they were pointing in and spotted you arguing with a boy you’d hooked up with at a party a few nights before.

“Yeah, what?” He asked the team mate who frowned.

“Aren’t you two together.” The question had Brett rolling his eyes. He couldn’t exactly explain that you were both werewolves and used sex as a way to get through each other’s heat or to help each other to get back under control.

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Hunted {BTS Mafia!AU}

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: BTS mafia au
Warning: angst, smut (at some point), violence, mentions of prostitution/drugs, swearing, other dark themes I can’t think of right now

Writer: Bom

Word count: 1815

Originally posted by letsbreaktables

Summary:

Y/n finds out about the mysterious ‘Nightwalker’ situation, and is infuriated when neither Yoongi, Youngji, Taehyung or Jungkook will tell her what it is. To their surprise, a known gang from the north has offered to help them in exchange for their own information and Youngji’s sudden disappearance

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My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: You’re not prepared when your best friend and roommate’s handsome as hell brother shows up on your doorstep, and you quickly realise the attraction isn’t one sided.

Words: 3.4k

Sam x Reader

Warnings: AU (no hunting), smut, reader gender unspecified

A/N: this was written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s Tropes Challenge - my trope was Best Friend’s Brother

“Uh, Dean?” you called over your shoulder into the apartment you shared with your best friend, never taking your eyes off of the man at the door.

He couldn’t be Dean’s little brother. Dean’s little brother was all limbs, a lanky, gangly kid; he had puppy-dog eyes and hand-me-down band tees.

The person in front of you, though… this tall, strong, gorgeous man, couldn’t be Sammy.

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The Girl Next Door [Tom Holland Smut]

Request: “ #695 for tom holland 😛 [[know you’re busy but i feel u, take your time]] “ [anonnymous] 

Words: 1.7+k

Rating: Explicit

Trigger warings: Smut, cheesy romcom story lmao

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower and relax in bed after a rough day.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but I made it into a full imagine to fulfill the thirst of my sweet sinful followers that have been requesting Tom Holland. Y’all give me life. I hope you like this. Also I wanted it to be short but whoops. 


As soon as you walked into your apartment you slipped out of your shoes and started peeling off your clothes. You knew your room mate wouldn’t be home at that time and you couldn’t care less if your creepy neighbor was staring at you through the window. Not today. You were too tired to think about it. Too sweaty to stay on this hideous polo shirt that was the bookstore uniform. All you needed right now was a nice shower and lay in your bed reading one of those erotica books your sister gave you because not even your brain were working right to read anything with depth. You needed to relax.  

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Away Games: Part Three. [Smut]

A/N; Hello lovelies! I am so sorry it took me so long to get to this! I reaaaaally liked this chapter and don’t hate Isaac too much ;)  Enjoy xoxo

Pairing: ScottMccallxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT.

Word count: 6,413

Listen to me.

[Part one.]  [Part two.]

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

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The Wild Elk Lodge

Summary: You’re thoroughly enjoying this 3 star hotel Mick scored. When Dean knocks on your door and asks you come swimming with him, you can’t resist. However, neither of you brought swimsuits, causing things to escalate into more than just swimming. 

A/N: This was inspired by episode 12.16, Ladies Drink Free. No spoilers though! Just skinny dipping :)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, smut (kind of public), oral (male and female receiving), multiple orgasms. 

Word Count 2.8k

Originally posted by jensen-jay

A three star hotel. For you, Sam, and Dean; this was what dreams were made of. You even had your own room. For the first time in, well, ever you didn’t have to bunk with the Winchesters. You may not have been so sure of this Mick Davies character, but you didn’t mind him picking up the hotel bill. Not one bit.

You stretched your arms above your head and stretched your legs out in the soft comfy bed. You rolled over to the cold side of the bed for a moment, just to take in the softness of the pillows and the silkiness of the sheets and blankets before you heard a quiet knock at the door.

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Counterparts

Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

yeee…A/B/O dynamics and Sam ain’t knowing shit. BTW this is my personal take on a certain topic that will follow in this fic. I don’t like the idea of an Omega being the only one being super domestic ;)

Warnings: past lover and death, otherwise fluff

Enjoy 2639 words of pure…whatever you want it to be <3


He ignored it. At first. The endless tearing of fabric, low growling and unholy curses. Nipping on his beer, Sam simply continued reading his book trying not to interfere with his Alpha brother and the problems that came with the title. It was only when Dean emerged in the living room, a slightly crazed look in his eyes Sam sat up nervously, trying to figure his brother out.

“Everything alright?”

Glowing green eyes met his nervous ones.

“Yeah, I just need…” Dean’s voice was airy, the usual hoarse gruff was somewhat softened and he looked like a man who just ran a marathon. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his lungs trying to fill as much air into them as possible.

Footsteps full of intent led Dean to the sofa. Inspecting the piece of furniture for a minute, Sam’s eyes widened when his brother started ripping the cushions from it. He looked comically, almost stupid balancing the soft pillows, practically buried underneath the mountain of cushions. “…I need those.”

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anonymous asked:

winteriron neighbours au bucky is 28 or 29 and tony is 24 or 25, where bucky and tony live next to each other and tony is scared of him. bucky is always grumpy, angry, glaring at everyone. tony thinks bucky is a serial killer. one day he just blurts it out and bucky is very offended. that's how they start talking. later when they start dating steve still can't get over the fact that tony had thought that bucky was an assassin. he still laughs at them because of that. happy ending.

Resting Bitch Face/Bucky will always be one of my top pairings lmao. (Man I had plans for this and then I threw in angst lol I’m a failure.) Look out for under the cut!

You can also find this on Ao3 here.


Tony was pretty sure his neighbor was a serial killer.

Like, he’d done the proper thing his mother had said to do, introduce himself to his new neighbors (he had a standing offer to have coffee with Bruce anytime), but when he’d knocked on the door of 4D, a man had answered looking ready to commit murder. There had been bags under his eyes and his eyes were red and his hair was a mess. He’d grunted out a terse ‘the fuck do you want’ and Tony had been able to do nothing but squeak. And then the door had been slammed shut in his face.

Which, you know, might have been a little rude; no one looked good first thing in the morning and Tony had clearly blind-sided him. But the guy hadn’t had to slam the door in his face. He had planned on just nicknaming him ‘Rudy McTrudy’ and moving on with his life.

Except sometimes Rudy McTrudy came home late at night clutching his left hand with a towel that was stained with blood.

Tony nicknamed him ‘Murder Guy’ instead.

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S A V I O R (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word count: 2688

Warnings: Kissing, some Russian and this is shit, but whatever.


Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight car
Тоска, проржавевший, семнадцать, Рассвет, печи, девять, доброкачественная, встреча выпускников/корпоративы, один, грузовых автомобилей

My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.

Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.

I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.

“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.

“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Thank you.”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.

I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N!”
“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor

“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”

“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.

“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”

“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”

Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.

“There’s no place like home.”

I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.

I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.

The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.

I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.

“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.

“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.

“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Okay.”
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.

He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“You do?”
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”

Thanks Clint, see you soon.“

“Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.

×××

Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.

I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.

“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.

×××

“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.

He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”

Doll.

“Meet Me” Part 4

You wake up the morning after your drunken night out to Harry in your bed. After an awkward encounter in the shower and an even more awkward confession to Harry, how will things play out?

Apologies in advance that this is so short, but don’t worry! There is more to come soon :)

The Morning

The feeling in your head as you jerked awake was a mix between being hit by a bus and a bad cold – neither very pleasant. Your head throbbed with its own pulse, making it difficult to focus on anything but the pain that was now the center of your attention. 

Squinting your eyes against the bright morning sun flooding into your room, you slowly zeroed in on the pile of tissues sitting next to your pillow and a the few that spilled over onto your nightstand. A feeling of panic slowly made its way into your gut as you remembered (hazily) what happened last night. The little hope you had left that it wasn’t true was quickly stomped on as you tried to sit up, a strong arm looped around your waist making it impossible. 

You were trapped. 

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The Boy Next Door

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Summary: Reader wakes up one morning to find her uninvited neighbor in her kitchen…

Pairing: Neighbor!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language, injury

A/N: Love angsty neighbor Dean. Quote for this one was, “Uhmm… it’s not what it looks like…”…


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What Hurts The Most

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 1585

Warnings: NSFW! 18+ SMUT! Swearing, angst, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!)

Request: Anon: Omg nemesis I loved your movie night stories! So well written and detailed! I have a request if you’re taking them, how about an angst filled reader after her break up with Bucky? I’ll let you decide how and why the break up happens and how they handle it. Angst, fluff and maybe a smidgen of smut? Thanks in advance!

A/N: Here you go my dear! Hopefully it is what you are looking for!


Originally posted by gliceria


Everything hurt.

That is the thought that rolled through your mind as you opened your eyes and squinted at the offensive sun shining through the curtains. You looked at the bedside table and saw that the clock read 7:23 a.m. You also noticed two empty bottles of wine sitting behind the clock.

Well… that explained why your head felt like it took a trip through a meat grinder.

With a groan, you propped yourself up on an elbow and fumbled around for your cell phone. The little blue light was flashing, signaling a notification. Bringing it to life, you had three missed calls and five text messages from Steve. You missed your morning workout session. Third time this week. Yada, yada… Whatever.

You attempted to sit up on the side of the bed. “Nope,” you said to yourself before laying back down, staring at the ceiling. How much did you drink last night? Did you eat? Why were you still in your jeans? It was too bright in here.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Can you shut off the sun?” you asked the interface system. She was always quick to answer, her Irish accent filling the room, “I think that is a little out of my realm of expertise, but I can do this.” You jumped at the sound of the metal shutters closing over the windows. Pitch black… it suited your mood.

You picked your phone back up and pulled up the text messages. Hitting Steve’s name, you typed a quick, ‘Not feeling well,’ before checking your emails. Your thumb slid over the gallery tab before you thought better of it. You didn’t know why you were torturing yourself this way…

Bucky’s smiling face appeared. It was the last selfie you two had taken together before the break up. Your heart constricted inside of your chest. The happiness in the picture was hard to look at. “Damnit,” you whispered before throwing your phone to the floor. You felt the familiar sensation of tears forming in your eyes. On a quiet sob, you let them spill. The anguish was crippling. You missed him. His smile, his laugh, his voice… him.

It hurt.

A loud knock at the door startled you out of your reverie. You swiped your hands over your face, erasing the tears before sitting up quickly. Too quickly in fact. Your head spun so hard you almost fainted. “What?” you yelled out harshly.

“It’s Steve, may I come in?” he said through the door. Crap, it was locked. You threw your legs over the side of the bed and tried standing again. Whew, ok… so far, so good. While holding onto everything you encountered, you made it to the door. You clicked the lock and opened the door enough for Steve to walk in. You switched the lamp on and sat at the end of the bed.

You looked up at him standing in front of you. You watched as his eyes surveyed your room. You could tell he took note of the empty bottles of wine on the nightstand and the other empty liquor bottles in the trash can. He bent to pick up the broken picture frame out of the trash. He wiped the glass off the picture of you and Bucky and sighed.

“He got back from his mission late last night,” he said as he placed the picture on the desk. “Sam said it was pretty routine. No problems.”

“Good for him,” you said snidely. You knew you were being pissy, but this mission he went on was the reason behind your break up in the first place. You looked at Steve’s feet as you got lost in thought…

‘Yea doll, fuck… just like that.’ Bucky said while gripping your hips tighter. You placed your hands on his chest for leverage and rolled your hips faster against his. You were in perfect sync together, with every backward roll of your hips, he would thrust up. He was so deep that he would bump your cervix with every pump. The little sting of pain was perfect in combination with your clit hitting his pelvic bone.

‘Bucky… baby…,’ you moaned, over and over. Your nails scraped over his chest when his rough thrust jolted your pleasure up another notch. ‘Oh, my god…’ you sat up straight, placed one hand behind you on Bucky’s thigh and the other slipped between your bodies to rub your clit. Your head fell back on a moan. The sounds leaving your mouth made you sound like a wanton woman.

‘Fuck doll face, you’re so damn beautiful like this,’ Bucky grunted underneath you. His movements became sloppy as he was nearing his finish. His grip on your hips was going to leave finger shaped bruises. His metal hand slid up your body to tweak your nipple. You slammed your hips down on him one last time, screaming out your orgasm. ‘Ah, oh my…FUCK!’ Bucky shouted as he spilled himself inside you. You collapsed onto his chest and nuzzled your face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around your back while letting your heartbeats settle.

‘Do you have to go?’ you whispered after a while. You stacked your hands on his sternum and propped your chin on top to look at him. Bucky’s face was serious as he brushed the hair away from your face.

‘You know I do,’ he sighed.

‘I don’t understand why I can’t go with you,’ you thought you would argue your case one more time. ‘All I need to do is get close enough to the target to touch him. Then I can tell you any information you need to know. Seconds is all I need.’

‘That is the exact reason why I said no to you going.’ He pushed his own hair back, giving you a stern look. ‘These are dangerous people and you don’t need to be that close to them. End of discussion. Besides, you and Wanda have more training exercises to do.’

‘You’re not my keeper Bucky,’ you said while rolling off him and walking to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up and put your robe on. When you went back into the bedroom, Bucky had sat up on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

‘I didn’t say that I was. I just want to keep you safe damnit, and I can’t do that if I have to concentrate on the target and you at the same time.’ He looked up at you, his eyes pleading with you to understand.

‘This is always how it is going to be, isn’t it?’ you asked, leaning against the door jamb. ‘You’re never going to see me as a part of the team.’

‘With a little more training to hone your senses…’ he started to say, but you raised your hand and shook your head. You were past the point of reasoning. You rummaged around for your clothes, hastily putting them on. You opened the door to walk out.

‘We’ll talk about this when I get back,’ Bucky said, standing from the bed. He looked as lost as you felt.

‘No, we won’t,’ you stated as you walked out the door, leaving your heart behind.

You were brought back by a pair of fingers snapping in front of your face. You shook yourself and looked back up at Steve. His brow was furrowed in confusion. You looked away. You needed alcohol.

“He looks awful, if that makes you feel any better.” Steve put his hands on his hips and used his Cap voice. “Just go talk to him. I would shower first though.” With that, he turned and walked out of your room.

You were stunned, but it was effective. You sighed and trudged your way to the bathroom.

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You found him down in the gym. He hadn’t noticed you yet so it gave you time to look him over. Still gorgeous as always. He had lost a little weight, but still looked delicious. Damn the man. Sweat was clinging to his back and his black running shorts were sitting low on his hips as he ran on the treadmill. He was looking straight ahead, pumping his arms, pushing himself. He hit the button to stop the machine, grabbed a towel to wipe his face and stepped down. He dropped the towel, finally noticing you standing near the doorway.

You both just stared at each other. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t know what to say or if he was waiting on you to start the conversation. Your question was answered when all he did was turn and head for the shower room. You sighed, rolling your eyes. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Bucky!” you called out. He came back through the doors and you almost lost your nerve. The man was only wearing a towel around his hips. You gulped, “I heard the mission went smoothly.”

A look you couldn’t decipher passed over his face, “That’s what you want to talk about?” He threw his hands in the air. You didn’t say anything more, at a complete loss for words.

He grabbed his gym bag from the floor and walked over to you, stopping just a breath away. He reached up and ran his thumb across your bottom lip. Then he shook his head and without another word, walked out. The haunted look in his eyes caused a broken sob to escape your throat.

Everything still hurt.


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Mine (M)

gif credits to Smuttyfairy

Summary: When your shower-drying session gets cut short and you’re left with nothing but a towel, Jungkook couldn’t help but indulge in his thoughts when he saw you. He opened his mouth to speak what was on his mind just before you ran off to your room and slammed the door shut, only to have your fretting thoughts interrupted as Jungkook entered the room uninvited with eyes darker than sin.

Genre: smut w/ plenty of dirty talk c:

Insert Versions: Noona | (Y/N)

Word count: 5613

Written by: Admin Smuttyfairy & Admin Kookfairy

A/N: So this scenario is based on a dream I had long ago in which I did tell Admin Kookfairy about to which in turn she made this soft, innocent & somewhat comedic dream into a turn for the dirty. The dream was basically me having friends (BTS & others) over and at some point I go and take a shower, get kicked out of the bathroom by my friend’s older brother (played by Yoongi in this) and find Jungkook sitting outside in front of my room to where I freak out inside because I’m in nothing but a towel and then I go to my room and see the mess that it is and freak out more. Then I wake up. LOL. At the time I didn’t think to write out the dream in any way but since I had almost forgotten it completely I considered the idea of it. So here it is now, my fluff dream + Admin Kookfairy’s rude words inspired this scenario to fully be written. We hope you all enjoy another collaboration of ours. ~ Admin Smuttyfairy

P.S. How many times have you seen “Mine” as a title??? xD (def fitting for this scenario)

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Thursday is Bath Day

Get yourselves ready for some serious fluffy smushy shit. I love a good bath, and couldn’t get this out of my head so I thought I’d type it out.

Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests for future oneshots, you can ask me HERE.

906 words.


Harry hummed as he knelt by the free-standing bath, hands fiddling with the tap as he tried to find the perfect temperature. It was Thursday, and every Thursday his miss would get home at 6pm, tired and grumpy, and sink into the pre-run bath that Harry so carefully set up each week. It was a tradition that had gone on for as long as Harry could remember, and whenever he was at home in their shared apartment, he made sure he followed through.

Normally, his better half was a big snuggler, and the pair would spend every second that they could around each other. They were both keen on physical touch, and it was one of the things that made their relationship so fulfilling. Thursdays however, were sacred. She would always have her bath completely alone, and Harry knew that it was her time to just be with herself and think. So, while she was in the bath, he would go and run on the treadmill. He loved the feeling of running for the sake of running, his heart pounding and limbs covered in a light sheen of sweat. It was his alone time and it was just as sacred as hers.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts as he heard their front door open and closed, and the sound of shoes being kicked off carelessly, and he smiled to himself, shutting off the taps to the full bath and heading out to greet her. “Hey you,” he said, grinning at her, his arms open wide. She gladly accepted his embrace, her arms wrapping loosely around his waist and lips pressing a little kiss to his neck. “Hey,” she mumbled, eyes flickering shut. Harry pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, enjoying the feeling of their bodies against each other. “You had a big day love?” he asked softly, his large hand rubbing over her back. “Mm,” she hummed, her check against his chest. “C’mon then. Ran yer bath… C’mon,” he answered, pulling away gently, his hands finding her shoulders as he guided her to the bathroom.

“Righ’,” he said, fingers finding the zip to her dress. Unzipping her, he smiled, watching as she shivered slightly when his fingers made contact with her bare skin. He gently undid her bra, sliding the straps from her shoulders and tossing it into the laundry basket along with the dress. “There yer go,” he murmured, lips pressing a gentle kiss to her neck. He loved seeing her like this, and it wasn’t even that sexual for him. It was more comforting, and he felt so lucky to be the person she had chosen to share these vulnerable moments with. “’M gunna be runnin’,” he said, meeting her eyes as she turned to face him. “N’then we can make some dinner? Pasta good?” he asked, smiling at her. “Mm,” she answered, nodding and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Love yer,” he stated as moved to leave. “Love you more,” she replied as he shut the bathroom door.

He had only been running for about ten minutes before a familiar hand lightly touched his back. He jumped, stopping the treadmill and turning to look at the figure which had caused his surprise. “Oh! Sorry,” she giggled softly, wrapped up in a big, white towel. “S’ok,” he chuckled. “Tha’ was quick!” he smiled. “I…” she sighed, reaching out for his hand. “Not done. Just… I thought… I just would quite like you to join me.” Butterflies began to flutter in Harry’s stomach and he squeezed her hand, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. So often she caught him off guard like this, turning him back into the nervous, infatuated teenager he’d been for the first few months of their long term relationship. “F’course miss. I’d love to. Y’alright though?” he asked gently, concern causing his forehead to wrinkle. “Yeah. Just want to be close to you,” she answered. “Been one of those days,” she sighed, her shoulders tensing slightly. “Oh little one… C’mon,” he replied, leading her back to the bathroom.

He was quick to discard his sweats, jockeys and tshirt, slipping into the bath, his legs spread to create a space for her. “Ooh…” he exhaled, enjoying the feeling of the warm water against his skin. “In yer get,” he grinned, adjusting slightly as she got in with him, her figure slotting almost impossibly perfectly against his own. “Can see why yer love this so much,” he murmured, his eyes half closed and his fingers trailing lightly up and down her arms. He could feel her relaxing against him, and he hummed happily, enjoying being so close to her. He knew she felt the same way as she nuzzled into him, her own eyes closing and body going almost floppy at his touch.

“I am so grateful for you, Haz,” she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. “Was thinking about it today. How you always seem to be able to give me exactly what I need. I don’t even think you know how much better everything is when you’re around… Mm… I love you,” she finished, pressing a couple of lazy kisses to strong arm that was cradling her. It didn’t take much to get Harry emotional, and her words washed over him, his eyes almost threatening tears. “Love yer to the moon ‘n back,” he murmured, smiling contentedly.

Notice Me [Chapter 4]

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Chapter 4 of Notice Me

Series Genre: Fluff/Smut/Angst at times


“Y/N! Are you awake?” Jackson asked, still knocking at your door.

Mark rolled off the bed and grabbed his clothes from the floor, tiptoeing to hide in your closet.

You quickly threw on a t-shirt and shorts, peeking back to make sure Mark was out of sight. You took a deep breath to try and settle down.

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Say Goodbye

For a month Anti had been trying to take control of the famous Jacksepticeye, that ridiculous screaming YouTuber whose head he was trapped inside ever since the figment was born. He’d glitched videos, written messages, and had the entire fanbase wrapped around his little finger. With each new theory, each new comment he grew in power. And now it’s time. He’s finally strong enough, and he will put an end to Jack once and for all.

He thinks Jack is oblivious. After all, Jack has no memories of the times that Anti grabbed the reins, but of course, Jack has seen the videos. He’s seen the glitches and the fans chattering about it like crazy. He knows that something is amiss, but he doesn’t know what he’s going to do about it. Anti seems to crave attention from the fans, something that he already has plenty of, but what more does Anti want? And what sort of climax is all this building up to?

When Jack picks up the knife to finish his pumpkin, he suddenly realizes. He feels an insane compulsion to cut his own throat, and he can’t understand why until it all clicks in his head. With him out of the way, Anti will have center stage. Jack tries to stop himself. But Anti has control now.

He feels the blade biting into his skin, feels the blood creep down his neck, and at the last moment, he feels Anti draw back. His influence over Jack’s body wavers, and Jack releases the knife while he still has time.

He springs away from the table, his breathing erratic. “Wh-what do ya want?”

Anti, from inside Jack’s mind, growls in a layered fuzz of static, “I want out!”

Jack rushes to the bathroom to grab a towel and presses it against the wound to his neck; fortunately, Anti hadn’t managed to cut a major artery. “You could’a killed us both!”

“Maybe not! Maybe I would finally have a body to myself! And even if it did kill me, too, it would be better than having to live inside another person’s brain all the time!” Anti makes Jack kick the bathroom vanity. “’m tired of having no control!”

Jack rubs his sore toe and keeps pressing the towel to his neck. Can’t let Signe see this, or she’ll have a fit. “Can’t we work something out? Isn’t there another way other than murdering me?”

Anti pauses. “I hadn’t considered that.”

“Yeah, of course ya didn’t,” Jack mutters. “You were just going to make me cut my throat right in front of all my fans.” Jack gasps. “Oh, no! The video… what are we going to do now? I can’t use that footage! Everyone will freak out!”

Anti giggles. “That’s why we should use it!” He claps his hands together and glitches inside of Jack’s mind, “It would be so much fun!”

“Yer horrible,” Jack says with a laugh, but he shrugs. “Think of what a cool ending that would be, though. I mean, you’ve been appearing all month, so why not have this be the grand finale?”

“Exactly!” Anti glitches all over the place inside Jack’s head until he finally stops, “Wait, ‘finale?’ As in, the end? B-but…”

Jack feels Anti’s anxiety in his own stomach. He suddenly understands the figment’s desire to be seen and heard. If he doesn’t get the attention he needs, he’ll fade from existence, slowly and painfully. Jack wouldn’t wish that on anybody. “Hey, Anti. D-do you mind if I call you Anti?”

The glitch shrugs. “That’s what yer fans call me. It’s the only name I know.”

“Well, what if… what if we kind of work together, ya know, to keep ya alive? I’ll find a way to get ya yer own body, and you can be in a couple of videos every now and then. As long as ya promise not to kill anyone, alright?” Jack waits for Anti’s answer, pulling the towel away from his neck and inspecting the cut in the mirror. Maybe it won’t scar, he thinks.

Anti thinks over his host’s offer and nods. “Ok! As long as I get out of this awful place!”

“Hey!” Jack shouts. “It’s not so bad in my head.” Jack hears someone clear their throat behind him, and he turns to see Signe standing in the door of the bathroom.

“Who are you talking to in here?” When she sees the blood on his neck and all over the towel in his hands, she screams. “Sean! What have you done?” She starts to run to go call for an ambulance when Jack grabs her hand.

“No, no, no,” he says quickly. “I’m ok! Anti did this!”

Signe shakes her head. “No, he’s not real! Sean, I’m scared. Please, let go so I can call someone to help you!”

Anti grumbles from deep inside Jack’s brain, “I am real! I am!”

“Shut up,” Jack growls at the glitch, but Signe thinks he’s talking to her. She fights to get out of Jack’s grip on her wrist and runs for the door. “Signe, don’t! I promise, he’s real!”

Signe grabs her phone and purse, heading for the door. “Fine, Sean. Fine. If you want to bleed to death, so be it. I’m leaving. Goodbye.” She slams the door behind her, and Jack feels it like a stab of pain to his heart. Anti curls into the corner of Jack’s mind, feeling that awful sensation pins and needles in his host’s stomach.

“I’m sorry, Jack,” he mutters.

“Let’s just go finish the video.”

anonymous asked:

Shiro and lance FIC where LANCE is really depressed and doesn't want to leave bed and shiro visits him out of concern and shiro is praising him and using nicknames like "sweetheart" and trying to make lance feel like he belongs.

They’d been worrying for a while now. Ever since Lance’s humorous commentary of their adventures seemed to quiet down and he started to blend more and more into the background, fading out like an old photograph until he was barely noticeable as part of their team.
He still piloted the blue lion and took part in their training, his unbreakable sense of duty fighting hard against whatever it was that sucked the spirit out of him a little more each passing day.

He stopped coming to any group activities that weren’t connected to their responsibilities as paladins, didn’t meet up to tinker with Hunk or watch Pidge break down alien technology.
He stopped his stargazing on the bridge during slow, quiet nights and seemed to let himself go regarding his usually rigorous self care routines, skin drying and starting to break out, hair greasy and tangled. He didn’t seem to care or even notice.
Shiro watched all of it unfold with a sense of unease but it was only when Lance stopped coming to meals that he decided to intervene. He wasn’t sure how, only that someone needed to do something.

When another morning came and went without Lance appearing in the kitchen for breakfast Shiro made his way over to the blue paladin’s room, carefully knocking against the door.
“Lance?” No answer. “Lance, I know you’re in there. You haven’t come out for two days.”
There was a quiet ruffle of fabric but aside from that no reaction. Shiro frowned, debating to turn around and give Lance more space. But he’d been doing that for a while and it had only gotten worse.
“Lance, I’m coming in”, he said, voice sounding firmer and more assured than he felt, but he still pressed a few buttons and watched the door glide open with a nearly inaudible hissing sound.

The room was stuffy and an absolute mess, clothes, old towels and dirty dishes littering the floor, Lance’s helmet thrown into a corner and the rest of his armour laying in a crinkled pile next to the bed. Lance himself seemed to be buried under the covers, a small pile of blankets and unruly hair that seemed way too small on the mattress.
Shiro tried to shove down the sense of horror creeping up into his chest. Whatever it was he’d expected, it wasn’t this.

“Lance?”, he tried again and this time his voice wasn’t as firm anymore. The blanket pile shifted a little.
“Go away”, it said, muffled and incredibly tired. Shiro felt a deep sadness squeeze around his heart. He should have done something way sooner. Maybe it wouldn’t have come to this if he’d only…
No. This was the situation now and he’d find a way to deal with it. He always did.

“Sorry but I can’t do that”, he said, voice soft and careful as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He could smell sweat and grime and had to fight hard not to grimace. “We’re very worried about you. You haven’t been yourself for a while.”
Under the covers Lance grunted, a dry, sarcastic noise.
“'f course I haven’t been … fuck, just leave me alone.”
“No”, Shiro insisted, still soft and careful, reaching out with one hand to brush it against the blankets where he supposed Lance’s shoulder must be. “I think you need help and I’m here to do anything I can to make sure you’ll get better soon.”

The pile twitched and Lance’s head emergesd sucking in deep gulps of air as he frowned up at Shiro. He looked even worse than before, deep shadows under his eyes and cheeks already hollowed a bit.
“There’s nothing…”, he started, then cut himself off, voice thick with disuse. “Unless you can pull my meds out of your ass there’s nothing you can do.”
He sounded angry and helpless and close to crying and at first Shiro was at a loss for words. Then he managed to swallow down his pity. Lance didn’t need that. Nor did he deserve it. Lance was strong and capable but he also seemed to have problems that ran deeper than expected and needed to be treated with respect and understanding, not to be pitied.

“Meds?”, Shiro asked because he’d never seen Lance take any pills or need shots or anything the like. “What kind of … medication do you need?”
Lance scoffed again but at least he sat up slowly instead of fleeing under the covers.
“The kind that makes me not suck at life”, he spat, sounding incredibly bitter and that was when it finally clicked. Took Shiro long enough.

“You mean antidepressants?”, he asked and could have slapped himself for not noticing it sooner. The signs had all been there but with everything else going on around them … no. There was no excuse for not noticing his team mates suffering. But Shiro would take care of that package of additional guilt later.
Lance swallowed and gnawed on his lip and then, finally, nodded.
“I ran out … a while ago”, he began, haltingly, his shoulders drooping like he was ashamed. “I thought I could manage. I mean I learned all that stuff in th- … in therapy.” It obviously pained him to even say it and Shiro wanted to hug him close. “Like with the … with the routines and the … going up to people and … but it wasn’t … enough and I … I just really … really shouldn’t be here.” He sounded like he was about to cry but the tears were never coming and Shiro swallowed before beginning to speak.

“That’s nonsense”, he said, unsure how to handle this but knowing that he had to. “You’re an incredible pilot and the team needs you. We couldn’t have done any of the things we did without you. And just because you need medication to be healthy that doesn’t make you any less worthy to be a paladin. You wouldn’t tell a diabetic to stop his medication and try routines and talking to people if he wants insulin, would you?”
Lance frowned, then shook his head.
“And you wouldn’t say Pidge is less worthy of being a paladin just because they need glasses to see as well as we do, would you?”
Another frown, this time even deeper:
“Of course not!”, he protested and Shiro smiled softly.

“Then why are you any different? Don’t be too hard on yourself. It’s okay to need some help in life. We’re all here to support you.”
Lance didn’t react for a while. Then he shrugged, biting his lip again.
“Do you still have the package your meds came in?”
It takes a while for Lance to react to the question but then he nods and moves to the other side of the mattress, reaching under it and pulling out a flat and slightly crinkled piece of carton that he handed over. Shiro didn’t know much about antidepressants but maybe they could do something with that.

“Very good”, he nodded and reached out to pat Lance’s tousled hair. The other man sighed softly, head bowing for more, obviously starved for any kind of affection.
“How about you take a shower now? I know you don’t feel like it but it’s time we do something about all of this, alright? Then we can talk to the princess. I’m sure there’s a way to get your medication or something similar. We all want you to be your best self again.”

Lance didn’t say anything and kept biting his lip instead. But Shiro counted it as a win when he finally crawled out of bed after a while.



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