i want to rip your teeth out

Petition to let Peter hug Rocket after the funeral – no, better yet, a puppy pile with Rocket at the center. That trash panda deserves a good, long round of cuddling.

Because Kraglin lost a friend and Captain and Peter lost a daddy and both get acknowledged, but Rocket? Rocket lost the first person who 100 % understood who and what he was and why he was like that. Rocket lost a dear friend once again and I really think he needs a good, good hug and a lot of love.

I can totally see Peter putting the pieces together, especially when Kraglin and Groot tell him what happened during and after the mutiny, and walks up to Rocket all like “Rocket, I’m gonna hug you now, and if you want me to stop, you tell me – don’t bite my fingers off or some shit.”

And he does just that, slowly and carefully, but still quick enough that Rocket is too stunned to protest – and Rocket, kind of, doesn’t really want to put a stop to it and gnashes his teeth to not instinctively bite and scratch and holler like part of him wants to.

And if the others join in, slow and easy, and if Rocket’s eyes start to water suspiciously, body shivering, nobody mentions it, just holds on a little tighter.

“I’m gonna rip your throat out if you tell somebody, Star Munch.”

“I know, dude, I know.”

“…”

“…Want to listen some new music?”

“Yeah… yeah, why not.”

at eighteen you knew how to sew yourself into bed at night and rip yourself out of it in the mornings. tell me about the tiny destruction. about how your heart aches for things beyond the ocean. about how you’ve always wanted out but you’ve since lowered your goals to just surviving. about how the walls of your home are teeth.
—  @inkskinned

nerdy-ghoul22  asked:

Could you draw BH and Dr. Flug about to kiss but BH goes all horrific and scares the absolute shit out of Flug? I don't know why I want it but I do!

It isn’t a french kiss until you rip your face open revealing your horrific amount of teeth set in incomprehensibly undulating flesh

Ignored Warnings Part Two (Final)

Description: You’re bored. Jungkook’s playing his game. You decide to play a game of your own.

Genre: Smut (18+)

Word Count: 5.7k (Two-Shot)

Warnings: Oral sex, breath play, slapping, face fucking, cumplay, D/S play, degrading names, overstimulation, exhibitionism.

Index: Part One, Part Two

A/N: And here it is! Finally, part two of Ignored Warnings. This is the final part and I won’t be adding more. :) As always, it’s full of filth and nothing but. I hope you enjoy~

“Have we learned our lesson?” Slowly, you opened your eyes to look up at him. His thumb was still deep in your mouth, fucking slowly in and out as you wrapped your tongue and lips around him. You pulled back slowly, dragging your teeth against the digit lightly till he was free, letting him pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger again while he waited for you to answer.

“What lesson would that be… oppa?”

Silence fell upon the two of you at your question, the sheer cheekiness of it making Jungkook pause to figure out if you were truly wanting to go down the path that was laid before you.

“Wanna try that one more time?”

“I don’t think I stuttered, Sir…”

Any further words were cut off as Jungkook was suddenly moving, ripping his headphone set from his ears to slam down roughly on his keyboard, pushing himself out of his chair as he grabbed you firmly by the neck to pull you to your feet. Your hands flew up to grab his wrist, breath once again being choked out of you by the grip he had around your throat. You winced at the pressure, lifting your gaze up to meet his. Head tilted back, he watched you through half-lidded eyes as you tried to swallow, his lips slowly lifting into an amused smirk. His treatment of you was rough, but fuck did you love it. Your whine was delicious, at once both a plea for breath and for him to use your body. He pulled you closer to him, leaning down till your noses touched and he could look you straight in the eyes as he laid a feathery soft kiss on your lips.

“I see you’ve chosen the difficult route tonight, sweetheart. That’s fine with me. You’ll need to be sure to call in to work tomorrow, though.”

You were given all of two seconds before he had released his grip on you, instead slipping his hands under your arms and into your armpits to toss you back onto the bed, quickly reaching out for your waist to flip you over onto your hands and knees once you had finished bouncing from the force of his throw. He pushed your head down into the mattress, leaving your ass sticking up and into the air. You’d worn simple leggings tonight and he took full advantage of that, pulling them down your ass and over your thighs, taking your underwear with it.

“You asked for this. Safe word?” he asked, nodding once as you whispered out “Catfish” before you felt the first slap on your cheeks, the sting of his hit immediately blossoming over your skin as your nerves cried out. He pulled his hand back to smack you again and again, alternating his hits on either cheek, the slaps ringing out loudly in his room. Your moans were louder though, muffled as they were into the bed with his hand still keeping you pushed down. He rubbed the hand that had been smacking you onto your red skin, fingers gripping the flesh tightly to give it a considering shake before he let it go, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs.

“Fuck, your skin is so pretty when it’s all covered in red.”

“Yes, Sir,” you moaned in agreement, fingers digging into the fabric of his comforter as Jungkook continued to soothe your smarting skin.

“Is that why you decided to be a disobedient little slut tonight?” He emphasized his question with a new set of smacks, the force of them bringing tears to your eyes as you gasped with each hit.

“No, Sir.”

“No? Then why did you decide to keep going?”

“Because…” you trailed off, losing your train of thought as he purposefully ran the tips of his fingers over your skin till they were ever so slightly tracing the wet slick of your folds. Your failure to respond had him tsking, landing a heavy slap on your pussy lips.

“Pay attention, sweetheart, or I’ll be making this worse than it’s already become due to your fucking around.” You pouted into the comforter, nodding your understanding. “Start over.”

“Yes, Sir.” You inhaled deeply, moaning softly when he returned to his teasing of your lips.

“Tell Sir why you’re being a disobedient slut.”

“Yes, Sir,” you said, adopting a more meek tone. He approved of your submission, fingers dipping down to slide through your folds along your slit. “I’ve been a disobedient slut because I was bored.”

“Hmm, I already knew that. That’s why I gave your mouth something to do, no?”

“Yes, Sir, but I knew that you’d go right back to your game if I didn’t keep disobeying you.”

“Are you that needy, sweetheart?” He sounded disappointed and it left you feeling an odd mix of shame and annoyance. The annoyance won though, making you squirm from under his controlling hand to glare at him as best you could.

“You were gone for weeks! And then when you come home, you don’t even pay attention to me! All I wanted–” Jungkook silenced your complaining with a sharp pinch to your inner thigh, making you gasp and whine at the pain.

“You’re quite the mouthy little bitch tonight, aren’t you?” Your pout returned in full force, your eyes telling Jungkook quite loudly how displeased you were even though you kept silent. He couldn’t quite help the chuckle that left him at your expression, choosing to answer your accusations by slipping a finger inside of you, making you squirm at the sudden intrusion. “I am sorry, sweetheart, that I had to be gone so long, but is that any excuse to act like a child?” Your senses were all tuned towards his finger that was slowly sinking into you, his hand rocking in and out of your hole in a steady rhythm. Your lack of immediate response had him sliding his fingers through your hair to grip it harshly, giving it a rough shake as he pulled his finger from you to swat your cunt again, pulling a loud yelp from you at the arousing pain. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“No, Sir!”

“No what?”

“It’s not okay for me to act like a child, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said, nodding his approval that you spotted from the corner of your eye as he pushed your head back down into the bed. His fingers returned to your pussy, this time sliding two of them into your dripping center, making you moan in contentment at feeling a bit more full. You desperately wanted more, but you knew the wait was going to be the best part of your night. Your ass wiggled subconsciously, trying to push back onto his fingers that he was keeping still inside of you.

“Sweetheart,” he warned, shoving his hand into you hard enough to make you gasp, “Are you really trying to cum? Don’t you think you deserve to be punished for your misbehavior?” You opened your eyes to look at him as best you could, vision slightly obscured his veiny forearm that was keeping your head still against the bed. He was looking at your ass and pussy, watching how your juices dribbled out of your lips and onto his fingers from where he was still thrusting them into you. Your silence had him flicking his gaze over to you, meeting your slightly glazed eyes with a quirked brow and an impatient look.

“I thought…,” you began, voice muffled into the covers and breathy as he purposefully curled his fingers inside of you, the pads of them rubbing teasingly against your G-spot. You took a deep breath, eyes rolling as pleasure shot through you when he pressed harder against the nerves. “I thought I was already being punished, Sir?”

He chuckled at you, pulling his hand loose from your pussy to push your thighs apart further, opening you completely. He wasted no time as he sunk his fingers back into your dripping hole, this time using three as they slipped in to the knuckle with absolutely zero resistance from how wet you had become. He kept them still for a few seconds, relishing how you gasped and coughed at the increased intrusion, a broken moan leaving you as your back unconsciously arched, pushing your ass against his hand to try to get his fingers deeper again. He began to scissor his fingers, enjoying the wall your walls clenched tightly around him, body already quivering under the pleasure you were feeling. Slowly, he began to thrust the digits into you, withdrawing them only enough for you to feel the impact of them entering you each time. It was just enough to drive you crazy, his fingers just lightly brushing over your spot with each thrust. You were quickly losing yourself, hips beginning to rock back into his hand again, your moans spilling out of you faster than you could try to keep them quiet.

“Oh no,” Jungkook said, pulling you back to reality, as he gave a particularly rough thrust of his hand, strong enough to push your body up the bed a few inches. “That wasn’t your punishment, sweetheart.” He didn’t elaborate further, instead choosing to slip a fourth finger into your sopping cunt, the thrusting motions of his hand sounding lewdly wet in your ears. He focused his attention on your body, keeping track of how your walls began to contract around his fingers more tightly and more often, your climax steadily approaching even without any attention to your clit. He decided to tease you further, swiping his thumb over your engorged clit, making you whine loudly. He kept up the occasional swipes, your whimpers and whines getting louder with each swipe till you were practically crying, the edge so dangerously near but out of your reach at his hands.

“Please, Sir!”

“Hmm?”

“I need to cum!” He chuckled down at you, pressing his thumb harshly onto your clit and holding it there, making you gasp before you tried to buck your hips into the pressure. He pulled back quickly, removing his touch from you while his fingers kept pumping into you. Your moan of frustration was loud but did nothing to make him give you pity.

“You want to cum, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir!” you cried, nodding under the hand that had been keeping you pinned the whole time. He hummed consideringly, making you tense up as you waited for his decision. You felt only disappointment, however, as he gave a firm “no” before he was pressing against your clit again, the pressure driving you crazy.

“You don’t get to cum till I say. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” You pouted but agreed to listen to your Sir’s orders, pulling all your thoughts away from the thumb that was rubbing rough circles into your clit, trying to focus on anything else other than the pleasure that was making your body sing and crawl ever closer to release. You fought against the need of your body, fingers digging into the bed as you began to shake, nerves twitching. There was silence between the two of you, broken only by your gasped moans and whimpers and the sound of your wet pussy being worked by his fingers as you continued to fight off your climax, but it was quickly becoming a losing battle. Jungkook could feel you getting tighter around him and he sped up his hand in response, pressing his thumb more insistently into your clit as he rubbed tight circles over it.

“Don’t you cum yet, sweetheart. I can feel you getting closer.”

“I’m trying!” you cried, tears beginning to leak down your cheeks, your emotions and body at war.

“I’ll be so disappointed if you cum….” Jungkook’s tone was bordering on sad, and although you knew he was putting it on just to push you more, you felt a new resolve fill you, forcefully shoving your high back down, feeling the tendrils of pleasure lessen slightly. Your determination was admirable, but Jungkook had other plans and they depended on you failing.

With the hand that held a tight grip on your hair, he finally released the pressure keeping you pinned to the mattress, instead pulling on the locks roughly, bringing you to quickly plant your hands under you to keep your weight up. He kept his hold on you tight, like a pair of reins, to keep you still for him as he leaned towards you. Your eyes were shut as you panted hard, your bottom lip being worried harshly between your teeth as you continued to deny your body the release it was begging for. He watched you for a few moments, enjoying the way sweat had formed on your skin, mixing with the tears that were running down your cheeks in steady streams now. He leaned in closer, licking a wide line up the side of your cheek, catching your sweat and tears on his tongue before he began to pepper your cheek with wet kisses. You gasped, eyes flying open to look at him out of your peripheral, seeing the cheeky grin he was sporting. He didn’t give you time to protest, maneuvering around the arm that was keeping you still to bite hard onto your shoulder before he nipped his way up to your ear, pulling the lobe between his ears, hot and heavy breaths hitting your skin and making you shiver.

“Sir!” you moaned, trying to pull your head away from his lips, but the grip on your hair tightened, shaking you once roughly to remind you to be still. “But, Sir! I’ll cum if you do that!”

“So, don’t cum.” Such a simple thing, really, and Jungkook delivered it to you as such, muffled against your skin as he busied himself with marking it in conjunction with the hand that was still thrusting into your throbbing core. The added sensations were too much. You shook your head, whining pitifully as you tried to stop your orgasm. And then his thrusts into your pussy were suddenly coming too fast and he whipped your head towards him so he could latch his mouth onto yours, his tongue fucking your mouth as the band inside you gave up, your climax hitting you like a tidal wave. You moaned into Jungkook’s mouth, a mixture of pleasure and disappointment, as your body shook under the force of your orgasm, limbs twitching erratically. He didn’t let up, keeping you pressed against his lips as his hand continued to rub your now over-sensitive clit, ignoring your muffled pleas for him to stop. Your tears began afresh, your body too sensitive to handle his continued ministrations, and you latched onto his arm, nails digging into his skin to make him stop. He ignored the pain on his arm, choosing to instead grab you by the throat to pull you back for him to watch you, his fingers still thrusting wildly into you, your clit being continuously rubbed by his palm.

Your tears had turned to sobs as your body twitched and shook under the ministrations of his fingers, your mouth hung open as your eyes began to roll from the sensitivity and lack of airflow from his hand on your neck. Finally, finally, he stopped the hand that was thrusting into your swollen pussy and pulled away from you, letting his grip on you go so you could collapse to the bed, hard sobs leaving you in panting gasps.

“Hmm. You came, sweetheart. Even though I told you not to.” He slowly extracted his hand from your still twitching core, holding his hand up so he could see how utterly drenched and covered it had become in your juices. Your legs shook once before they slowly slid down, leaving you lying flat on your stomach, head turned towards Jungkook so you could see him inspecting his hand. He looked away from it with a sigh, looking down at you with a frown. “You’ve disappointed me.” You could only nod, a soundless ‘sorry’ on your lips as you continued to try to get your breath back, the inhales shaky from the sobs still leaving you. Wordlessly, he brought his messy hand down to your level, his order unspoken yet crystal clear. You opened your mouth wide, pulling the four of his fingers into your mouth as best you could, tongue wrapping around them to suck your juices off of the digits.

“I’m going to have to punish you more now. You’re practically begging for me to ruin you tonight.” You nodded, keeping your lips wrapped tightly around his fingers as you kept your eyes locked on him. You were prepared for the slap that landed on your ass the next second, taking care not to bite down on the fingers in your mouth as your body jumped at the new pain. He continued swatting your ass, no less intense from having to use his opposite hand and making you groan with each slap. You could feel yourself getting ready again, so ready for him to finally just fuck you, but when your Sir wanted to waste time, he was extremely good at it.

Besides, he was absolutely right. You needed to be ruined by him now.

He pulled his hand free from your mouth and moved away, moving to the other side of the bed so he could grab two handfuls of your leggings and underwear, roughly pulling them down the rest of your legs and over to the side. He delivered another slap to your ass, using both hands to smack your skin before he grabbed both cheeks firmly, fingers digging in as he pulled them apart to look at pussy and asshole. He grinned at how red and inflamed the skin was, shaking the flesh in his hands to enjoy how your ass jiggled in his grip. He gave another slap before his hands were on your legs, flipping them over and using the momentum to help twist your upper body, too. When you were on your back he tugged on your shirt.

“Off.”

You moved quickly but shakily, pushing yourself up onto to your ass, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. You paused at the lacy bra you’d worn, looking up at Jungkook for direction. He was stood at the bed, hand slowly palming himself through his sweats as he waited for you. At your silent question he cocked his head, looking over your body from head to toe before he motioned for you to take the bra off, too. As soon as you’d unhooked the underwear and tossed it to the side, he was moving, pushing you back down onto the bed.

“Hands under your bottom. Now.” You slid your hands close to your body, lifting your ass enough to slide your hands directly under it, palms up so that you were holding your own stinging cheeks as you let your weight fall back down. When you’d settled into a pleasing position, Jungkook moved, pulling off his sweats and the undershirt he’d been wearing with it, getting onto the bed, swinging his leg over you to straddle your chest. You couldn’t help yourself from licking your lips at the sight of his freshly engorged cock, seeing a bead of precum beginning to form at the slit on his head. You flicked your eyes up to his face, sniffing through your slowing tears as you waited to know what to do next.

“Open that whore mouth of yours, sweetheart.” You spread wide your mouth eagerly, opening your lips as far as you could as you kept your eyes locked on his. Your Sir loved to simply watch you when he had you in such a position, enjoying the way saliva would pool in your mouth but like a good girl, you refused to swallow, letting the drool escape to run down your face. It made for an easier time in taking him deep into your throat as well, an added bonus that you saw and experienced the benefit of many times before. Your throat was already raw from him fucking it earlier, but you were practically vibrating at the chance to have him on your tongue again.

This time was no different, Jungkook taking his time to drink in the sight of you lying so submissively under him, mouth literally drooling for his cock. As the spit began to pool, he dipped his fingers into your mouth, letting them rest on your tongue. He pressed down on your tongue once before he pushed them deeper and down into your throat, making you gag once around them as he triggered the reflex. He repeated the motion, beginning to thrust his digits in and out of your mouth in imitation of what was to come again.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth again, sweetheart. And when I’m done, you’re going to thank me. Understood?” He waited for you to nod before he pulled his fingers from your mouth, wrapping them around his dick to get it wet. He wiped the excess off on your cheek, dipping a thumb back into your mouth quickly to get more to rub into the skin. “Such a pretty sight,” he sighed happily, giving your wet cheek several firm pats before grabbing his dick in his hand to line it up with your mouth, pushing his hips forward.

His dick was immediately heavy on your tongue, the taste of him lighting up your senses as you couldn’t help but groan when he gave you no time to get used to his girth, pushing deep into your already sore throat. Your muscles contracted around him, choked gags escaping you as his dick triggered your gagging reflex again. He held himself there, watching as you pushed yourself into a state of calm, breath held as he blocked your airways. He gently ran a hand over your hair, praising you silently for being such a good cock slut for him. He leaned forward, holding himself as he positioned his knees better around your shoulders as he began to rock his hips down, starting slowly before picking up his speed.

You could do nothing but lay there, your mouth and throat full of your Sir’s dick as he thrust into you. Your breath was inaccessible under his command, your eyes watering with fresh tears at the pain in your throat and the constriction of your chest. His eyes were locked on your face, watching as his dick disappeared down your obedient throat over and over again, the sweat beginning to form on his own skin from the exertion. You kept your eyes on him as best you could, wincing and moaning, but trying so desperately to please him. You felt you were doing a pretty good job of it, too, as his moans began to increase with each thrust, his eyes beginning to slip shut as he lost himself to the sensation of your throat clenching around him.

Breath soon became too big of an issue though, your eyes beginning to roll as you disobeyed his orders to reach a hand up to dig into the muscle of his ass. His eyes snapped open at the sharp pain of your nails, his hips immediately stilling before he pulled back completely, his dick leaving your gaping mouth with a thick trail of saliva still connected to it. Your breaths returned, choked and heaving as you coughed and tried to suck in as much as possible. Jungkook’s own breaths were heavier, his eyes heavily lidded with this lust as he both made sure you were okay and enjoyed the way you were an absolute mess from his fucking your mouth.

He scooted back to allow your head room to move, gently running the tips of his fingers over your spit-wet cheeks before he was patting you roughly. He smiled down at you as he did, making you smile back in return, even as the sharp, little swats to your cheeks had your eyes wincing shut. He leaned down, curving his back so he could rest his forehead on yours, your heavy breaths mingling as the two of you tried to gain a bit of composure.

“T-thank you, Sir,” you managed to gasp out when your sore throats allowed you to. Jungkook pulled back just far enough for you to see his smirk before he leaned back in, settling his mouth against your ear.

“Punishment’s not over, sweetheart.”

You knew this would be the case, but you still pouted once before he was reaching down to grab you by the throat again, pulling up on you as he swung his leg back over, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees as he spread your legs wide enough till he was pleased. He climbed back behind you, settling on his knees as his hands smoothed over the skin of your ass contemplatively. You braced yourself for the heavy, painful swats you knew were coming, biting your lip hard as your Sir landed the first of multiple open-handed smacks on your now bruising skin.

Sitting would be an issue for a good few days. God, how you loved that.

Your moans picked up in frequency as your arms grew weak, your elbows shaking as you tried to stabilize yourself. Your strength left you when his hand landed on your pussy next, making you yelp, your arms buckling as you dove face first into his comforter to muffle the loud moan that spilled from your lips.

“Nuh-uh. Up, sweetheart. Now.” Jungkook’s tone was sharp, his left hand sliding up your back to wind your messy locks around his fingers, tugging sharply to pull you back up onto your hands, his hand holding you still like reigns on a wild horse as you bucked and tried to escape the dual pain of the tugging on your scalp and his palm on your ass.

You were crying from the pain when Jungkook finally stopped, your moans having turned to pleas and whines for him to have mercy on your abused skin. Your safe word never passed your lips, though, reassuring Jungkook that you were enjoying the punishment he was unleashing on your stubborn ass. He sighed, leaning back on his heels as he forced your back to arch with the grip he kept on your hair. He listened to your sobs for several seconds, gathering himself before he pushed back up to his knees, leaning down enough to let you feel his breath on your shoulders.

“Time for me to fuck you, sweetheart. Your disobedient pussy obviously needs a complete lesson tonight, hmm?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” you whispered out, widening your legs just a slight bit more to open yourself for the heavy dick you felt pressed against your stinging and hot flesh. You felt Jungkook’s free hand slide up the length of your pussy, sinking all four of his fingers in to get his hand wet before pulling out, wrapping his slick covered hand over his dick, mixing your juices with the precum that spilled from his head. He gripped himself steadily, gently rubbing his dick up and down your wet, dripping lips, making your body shiver when he pressed against your aching clit.

When he finally slid in, it was with little time for you to process being suddenly filled, his hips thrusting into you hard, the sound of your skin hitting his sounding out loudly in his room. Your moan was immediate, though quickly hushed as he pulled his hips back to thrust back into you again in a hard and rough shove, your breath skipping at the force. His hand in your hair tightened its grip, pulling your head further back as Jungkook began to pick up the speed of his thrusts, doing his best to keep his force the same.

His dick ramming into you was an interesting mix of pain and pleasure, the drag of him against your walls making you shiver before he was hitting too deep. Your tears began to spring fresh, whines all that you could manage as your Sir used your pussy, fucking you hard enough to make you begin regretting being such a brat. But the painful pleasure of it all sated your needs just perfectly, your eyes rolling as your body constantly readjusted itself to keep stable under the force of his hips ramming into yours.

You could feel your second orgasm approaching, but you knew you’d need attention to your clit to cum. You chanced reaching a hand between your legs, but Jungkook’s hand in your hair reared you back further, shaking you in rebuke as he landed another heavy slap onto your bruised ass.

“You’ll cum when I say you can cum, sweetheart. If you cum too early again, I’ll leave you like this the whole night.”

“I’m sorry, Sir! I’ll be good; I promise!”

He didn’t respond to your words, instead shaking you a second time before he was pushing down on the middle of your back, forcing you down onto your face as he got up to his feet, keeping crouched low enough to keep his dick in your pussy. The new position had him reaching even further into you, the stretch against your walls making your moans grow louder again as he began to thrust back into you again. Your body was his to control, his hands grabbing you firmly by the hips as he kept you where he wanted, pulling you back when you’d been moved forward from the rock of his hips.

You needed to cum. You knew your Sir could tell from the way hisses were leaving his mouth, his focus narrowing in on the way your walls were contracting more and more steadily on his dick. He undoubtedly needed to cum, too, but the stubbornness that thrived between the two of you always made him want to draw things out as long as possible. Your whines mixed with sobs were all that you could hear, your hearing starting to turn into a high pitched ringing as Jungkook forced your body closer and closer to your high, leaving you wanting as he refused to allow you the relief you so desperately needed on your clit.

“Do you need to cum, sweetheart?” he asked between his thrusts, grunting loudly when you flexed your walls tightly, making his hips stutter slightly.

“Yes, Sir!”

“You know what to do.”

Beg.

If there was one aspect of this relationship you’d not expected, it would be how much Jungkook loved to hear you beg. Your pleas weren’t just simple things but were full of the dirtiest promises and wishes, your words always working to push him closer to his own climax, making him feel generous enough to let you have relief. It was all about stroking his ego, something you’d mastered in your time with him. You prepared yourself now, inhaling deeply before you began.

“Please, Sir! Please let me cum! I know I was a disobedient slut tonight, but I really, really want you to fill me up with you cum and then let me keep it in me while I cum. Please–oh fuck, oh fuck–Sir!”

“Louder!”

Sir!” you whined, pitching your voice higher as you grabbed hold of his comforter, needing the stabilization as he suddenly picked up speed. “Please let your disobedient slut cum! I’m sorry I was such a bad whore!”

“Rub yourself. Now.”

You wasted no time, sliding a shaky arm between your trembling legs, your body practically singing with relief as soon as your fingers pressed against your aching clit. It only took a few circles of your fingers for your body to suddenly seize, your orgasm washing over you suddenly, making you gasp before your sobs began anew. Your Sir continued fucking you through your high, the pleasurable relief racing through your body making you unable to process anything further as you cried from the sensations traveling through your body.  

The strong and powerful twitching of your pussy walls creating a vice grip on his dick finally broke Jungkook a few moments later, a loud whine passing from his own lips as he thrust back into you at a stuttering pace. You could feel the hot ropes of his cum hitting your sore walls, filling you up just as you’d begged him to. He collapsed back to his knees when he’d finished, slipping out of you as he leaned back on his hands, his chest heaving as he tried to even out his breathing. The two of you were silent in the wake of your mutual orgasms, your sobs quieting down to hiccups.

Amidst the ringing in your ears and the heavy pants of your breath, you could hear Jungkook’s low chuckles before you felt his hands pat your trembling thighs. “Good job, sweetheart. You took your punishment very well tonight.” You mumbled a thank you, unable to fully form the words, knowing he understood you quite well as he pushed himself from the bed, grabbing his sweat to slide back on. Your legs finally gave up their fight when he began to walk back towards the computer desk, the heavy plopping of them against the mattress making him turn back to shoot you a cocky smirk one more time.

“Sorry, guys! Had some business to attend to,” you heard him say when he’d sat down, pulling his headset back on over his head. You slowly turned your head just enough to see him blurrily out of your peripheral vision, brows furrowing as you saw him freeze. “…I thought I did press mute…? How much did you guys hear?” He spun around in his seat, his eyes wide as he met your slowly narrowing ones. But then he let his gaze travel the length of your thoroughly used body, his lips quirking into that goddamned smirk you hated so much because it always worked to send a new thrill of lust through your body, no matter what. “Well, we’re glad you guys enjoyed the show, aren’t we, sweetheart?” You wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but from the way Jungkook’s eyes were glittering you knew that’d be the worst idea possible.

Maybe in a few hours you’d tell him.

Wounds and Bad Moods - Peter Parker

Originally posted by blurryfandoms

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary:  #2: “You’re hot when you’re angry.”   #7: “Yeah, you’re a horrible liar.”   #11: “Oh, I dare you.”

Warning: slight language

Requested: yes (anon)

MASTERLIST  <———–

this is low key how peter would act lol hope you enjoy!

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“Peter, what the fuck?” you questioned your up boyfriend as he had just leaped through your open window in the middle of the night.

You got off your bed and made your way closer to him, his lanky figure limp, shoulders hunched over. Your annoyance with his sudden entrance instantly softened as you realized he was in pain. He slowly reached towards his face with his right hand, yanking the mask off his face.

Your eyes came in contact with a huge bruise taking space underneath his right eye, and numerous cuts of various shapes and sizes scattered across his handsome face. You felt a pang in your heart at his wounded state.

You gasped after taking it all in, lightly grazing the side of his face, “P-Peter? What happened to you?” you weakly spoke as your hands trembled underneath his face.

He winced slightly at your soft touch, bright brown eyes quickly shutting tight, teeth grinding against each other. He turned his head to the side and moved back lightly.

“I’m fine, Y/N. I promise,” his voice comes out hoarse. He moves from his previous position by your bedroom window to sitting down on your bed, wincing as he sat down.

You felt the anger begin to bubble in the pit of your stomach, wanting to destroy whoever did this to someone as sweet as Peter Parker.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you purse your lips before rolling your eyes heavily at the poor boy in front of you, “Yeah, you’re a horrible liar,” you say matter of factly, “Pete, you’re wincing every you sit down!”

His eyes droop to your carpeted floor, sighing as he knows you’re right, “I know,” he muttered, his arms reaching back behind his body, steadying himself on his arms.

You scale his beaten frame once more before walking out of your room and grabbing the first aid from the kitchen cabinet. You walk back in, his poor eyes looking up at you, filled with pain. You feel yourself break at his gaze once again, your mind a mix of guilt, anger, and love.

You pull your desk chair in front of, sitting down and placing the kit on your bed beside him, “Let me see,” your hand moved back in forth signaling for him to take off his suit. His lips pursed, a sign of guilt as he reaches up, beginning to undress himself of it. As the suit pooled around his feet, your eyes wandered over his chest and abs, bruises and cuts sticking out like sore thumbs against his smooth skin.

You sighed again, reaching in the first aid kit and his eyes stared at your hands beginning to patch up his wounds, regret filling the. Guilt fills your body, so you try and lighten the mood, to help the situation and distract Peter from the soon helpful pain he was about endure.

“Alright tough guy, how big was he this time,” your lips jerking upward in a sly smile as he looks at you, a small smile portrayed across his own face.

“He wasn’t that big this time, he was just… dangerous,” he slowly let out, eyes seeming to wander back to his fight earlier in the night.

You gritted your teeth just thinking about Peter getting punched in previous places, his nose bleeding, his whole body being in helpless pain. Peter saw your angered state, the heat beginning to glow in your eyes and he felt his love for you get even stronger, seeing how much you cared for his being.

He cocked his head up at you, slightly smiling as you took a wet cloth and dabbed the blood away from each and every cut, “So, I think the question I need to ask is, are you okay?”

Your attention stayed on his wounds, your hand continued to dab the blood away, not even daring to look into his playful eyes for a split second. You just muttered a few cuss words as you leaned over and ripped a band aid package open before ripping out your emotions verbally, “I want to beat the ever living hell out of whoever did this to you,” you let out, hand tightening sound the towel in anger.

Peter’s eyebrows lifted at your sudden bothered state, his heart wanting to distract you from his beaten up frame. He smiled at your concern and dared to lighten the mood himself, watching your lip come underneath your teeth, tugging slightly.

“You’re hot when you’re angry,” he smirked, scooting closer to you. Pink sprawled across your cheeks as you looked up at his cheeky smirk.

You tried to ignore you bad mood, moving your mind back to focusing on his wounds, you reached over and grabbed the, as Peter would call it, “Ow” spray to layer over his cuts. His eyes dart to your hand inside the kit, widening as he began to vigorously shake his head back and forth at your soon to be action.

“Oh, I dare you,” Peter let out, his pointer finger attempting to stop your actions. You roll your eyes once more before twisting the cap to spray on his chest.

“Y/N, no, no, no, please babe, don’t-”

“Peter I have to, you know this. It’ll make them heal quicker and keep them from getting infected.”

His features crinkled in pain and annoyance, preparing for the sting to hit all over his body. You felt bad once again, even though you two go through this routine every time. You dipped your head down, lips puckering before lightly kissing   three places on his chest softly. His shoulders dipped, his body instantly letting into your soft touch and sweet gestures. His entire body went from feeling like fire to a soft and calm state, the feeling of your lips on him washing him over every time.

He smiled at you softly before you shook the bottle and pointed it towards him, giving him a few seconds to gain composure.

He bit his lip on instinct before muttering, “Okay, hit me.”

You shook your head playfully and began to lightly spray all of his cuts and wounds. He sat there like a champ as you took time out of your night to take care of him. And he couldn’t of asked for a better person to hit him with the “Ow” Spray. (lololol)

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a letter to everyone who’s ever hurt me;

i am so god damn tired of hearing “you did nothing wrong, you deserve better, you deserve so much love, i don’t deserve you.” it is engraved in my fucking head. i want to rip out my teeth and slam them into your heart so you know how it feels to cough up broken pieces of a person you once loved. because you shoved all of these words down my throat and i was convinced, maybe for once, someone felt it too. it’s like putting money in a machine, fuel me and make me work and I’ll confine to your needs. give me happiness and I’ll give you all my love. with one smile i will give you my ribs, with one touch, one call, i will personally rip my heart out with my bare hands and place it right into yours and I’ll do you a favor and ignore your trembling hands and instead, I’ll shoot you with a, “hey, how ya doing? haven’t talked to you in a while!” text cause i have never been one for subtlety or expressing how i feel. “im sorry. you deserve more, you don’t deserve that, you deserve so much love!” then why does this keep happening to me? if i deserve more, why is all of my love one sided? unrequited? why is my heart layered in stitches and still im the one who always gives. if you are so sorry why in the fuck do you keep letting me crash and burn? why in the fuck did you think it was okay to tell me you loved me and then not speak a word to me for three fucking months? i have always been one to remember everything and i remember the way your lips felt on mine for the very first time and how i was so in shock i couldn’t even kiss back but i swear to fucking god i felt my veins turn into fireworks and my body into a land mine and with one more touch i thought that i just mightve exploded and jesus fuck i don’t even know how you feel and i have destroyed myself pondering over it and they tell you that their touch means forever but all i can think about is you telling me i deserve better but if i deserve so much more why will no one reach out and give it to me? i am choking on water and drowning in my own house because i gave you the key and i trusted you with all i had but when you walked away you left the faucets on and i wondered why i just couldn’t stop crying. i think you slammed the door too hard, i think my water bill is too high, i don’t even bother to wipe my eyes because all i can think about is your smile and how it made me feel like i was finally safe but all i ever am is somewhere for people to go when they need to take refuge, and i am never a permanent home, just a quick little stop, a let’s take a break, unwind and ruin the foundation kind of stop. an “oh its okay it’ll only hurt a bit” kind of stop, an “i love you.” kind of stop but i always love more, so can you stop? i can’t stop bleeding, i can’t stop scratching myself raw, i can’t stop screaming because all i am good for is always loving more and i am so beyond tired of hearing how i deserve better, maybe i don’t want better, maybe i am ready for a fight, maybe i am fragile and gentle and cry all the time over the smallest thing because one bad thing just sends my heart crumbling but i want a love that rips me apart and maybe im already in pieces but i really wouldn’t mind if you turned me black and blue because i swear to god, no matter what, im always going to love more so i might as well just see how much i can take before i collapse on the floor and i am so tired of always being the one with the brave face and im tired of forgiving without even a slight trace of an apology and i don’t even give a shit that you don’t talk to me anymore because maybe i did deserve more and maybe i finally found it but im afraid this fire is unrequited too and i am so tired of burning one second and being ice cold the next and all i need is consistency but i get summer days filled with winter nights and i am sorry for always loving more. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen but we all know that is a god damn lie because my hearts already prepped and ready for the next gaping chest i see. // i think that’s my problem, im always one to give without them even asking for anything but i cannot stop stitching up soldiers in a war i wasn’t even drafted in.

I’ve fallen in love

(A/N): I haven’t written for Loki in ages! 

Request:Loki x reader where you’re Natasha’s little sister and when Loki is sent to Earth to be watched over by the Avengers you and him end up falling in love with each other and you hid from everyone please

Warnings: none


Originally posted by i-am-a-poseur

     “(Y/N), no,” Nat stated as she folded her arms over her chest, glaring at you menacingly. “It’s not a good idea, he took down our entire team, you have no chance-” 

    “Well forgive me for doing my job Nat,” You sigh as you turn to her, sighing exasperatedly. “I was assigned Loki and nothing you do or say is going to change that. It’s only for a 2 or 3 months at most plus I’ve handled stuff worse than him,” 

    “Remember what he did to Barton?” She asks, her voice low and dark, a tone that would intimidate anyone, anyone but you. You’d grown up listening to that voice, that dark tone that was intimidating to all but to you it was just Nat. 

    “I know Nat but he had the tesseract back then, now he’s just-” 

   “Now he’s just the god of mischief (Y/N), this should be a walk in the park for you,” You smile a bit, assembling the last of your shield uniform before turning on your heel, giving Nat a quick little smirk. 

    “It will be,” 


    The god of mischief sat before you, shackled and chained like some animal. Despite the mask over his mouth you most definitely could see he was smirking, you could see it in those devious eyes of his. 

     “Be careful (Y/N),” Fury whispers to you in passing, handing you a simple remote with all the controls to his elaborate cage. You give him a small smile and nod, quickly putting your hard facade back on to face Loki. 

    “Let’s get one thing clear,” You state, mocking Nat’s rather intimidating tone. “I’m not here to mess around, I’ve got a job to do and that’s all, I will go anything and everything to complete this job do you understand?” Loki’s eyes squint at you, no doubt an amused little smile upon his face before he nods, slowly and almost thoughtfully. 

    With a shaky sigh you press a button that releases the hold of every chain that contains Loki as you attempt to hold your intimidating facade. It wasn’t easy though when the god suddenly rose to his full height, much taller than you would have expected. 

    “So,” He drawls, that ever present smirk upon his face. “Where to first? Some jail, asylum, perhaps one of Shields secret bases?” You merely put on a smirk of your own, giving him a coy little smile. 

    “Oh no, I’ve got something better,” 


    “I have to live with you?” Loki looked about your apartment disgustedly, wrinkling his nose up at the puppy that was jumping up his legs, begging for attention. 

    “I figure it’s a better punishment than all those places,” You merely shrug, taking a sip of water from a mug. “Plus, this way I can keep an eye on you until shield decides what to do with you,” 

    “I am not some pawn for you to pass about your world-” 

    “You stepped into our boundaries Loki,” You set your glass down, staring at him menacingly. “You became our pawn the minute you thought of taking over earth,” To this he smiles, almost like a reflex. 

    “This pawn doesn’t want to play,” He muttered, his voice dark and evil, holding a more sadistic tone than you thought possible. Although his words have tremors of fear sparking up and down your spine you ignore it, instead puffing out your chest a little bit and standing taller, giving you a more confident stance. 

    “Too bad buddy, you’re already in the game,” 


    Living with Loki was…as expected, hard, infuriating, and most nights it ended with you locking yourself in your bedroom to cry pure tears of frustration. He was beyond annoying, constantly pestering you, annoying the living shit out of you, and only the gods knew that he was a need attention seeking monster. He was constantly doing shit to get your attention, perhaps a little threat here, maybe an almost escape incident there, suddenly appearing in your room at the most ungodly times. And all together it was just infuriating. 

    You had hoped that the two of you could get along, after all it didn’t hurt to have faith, but as the weeks ticked by, dwindling down until just one month had passed in his 2-3 month sentence. It was a bit horrible to say but you couldn’t wait until the god awful god had to take his leave. But you had stuck it out, given him a chance, you’d been kind to him, gave him a roof over his head and food in his stomach and yet it still wasn’t enough to appease him. 

    This week had been particularly bad, he’d been more than obnoxious, always getting into something, whether that be your closet, knocking over a picture on the wall, or simply throwing an insult or two your way. You’d been able to tolerate it all week but today was your breaking point. 

    You’d had an awful day at work, a mission went awry, you were pretty bruised up, and when you got back you had to deal with piles upon piles of paperwork so yeah, you were a little stressed when you walked through your apartment door. 

    “There’s my favorite human,” Loki sneers from his perch atop the couch, giving you a greasy smile as he flicks the TV off. 

    “Not today Loki, please,” You beg softly, throwing your bag onto your couch in exasperation. 

    “But I’m bored,” He whines, putting on a mock pout. “Play with me,” 

    “I don’t want to,” You grumble as you walk into your hallway, grabbing a towel before attempting to enter your bathroom, however, before you could Loki appeared before you, that damn smirk upon his face. 

     “Someone in a bad mood?”

    “Yes, now get out of my way so I can shower, please,” 

    “Oh, I like it when you beg,” He taunts, an evil little twinkle in his eye. “Do it again,” You grit your teeth as you attempt to not rip his throat out, instead gripping your towel a bit tighter. 

    “Get out of my way Loki,” 

    “And If I don’t?” For some reason that was your breaking point, those few words, that damn smirk, the fact that you couldn’t even try to shower without him pestering you. 

    Everything over the last few weeks builds up, creating a flurry of emotion behind your eyes and before you know it you’re crying, full blown out crying.  You pathetically wipe at your eyes, trying not to sob as you officially give up. You were done with your job, with Loki, with life in general. Without another word to Loki you turn on your heel and march to your room, locking the door behind you. With a defeated sob you collapse on your bed, sobbing into your pillows. 


    The world seemed quiet around you for only a few moments, the only sound being your quiet sobs. God, you just wanted to have one good day once, was that so much to ask? You sob a bit louder, your entire body heaving with the effort when suddenly there came a timid knock at your door. You couldn’t even cry in peace with Loki around. 

    “Go away,” You yell at him, burying your face into your pillow afterwards. 

    “(Y/N) one way or another I’m coming in there, you can either get up and let me in properly or I shall simply do it myself,” You grumble something as you realize just how screwed you are here, there was no hiding from Loki at this point, he was either coming in, or you were letting him in. With another defeated sob you unlock the door, collapsing back onto your bed. Not even a moment later the door swings open and Loki hesitantly creeps in. 

    “What do you want?” You ask bitterly, attempting to glare at him angrily. 

    “I’ve never seen you cry before,’ he states softly, cocking his head to one side to give you what you believed to be a sympathetic gesture. 

    “Well,” You sniffle, wiping away at your tears. “I wasn’t really expecting you to see me crying and-” As you go to wipe away at your freely falling tears one of Loki’s surprisingly gentle hands grip your wrist, pulling it away from your face. Instead, with his gentle and warm hands, he wipes the tears away for you. 

    “Do you care to explain why you are crying?” His tone is much softer now, a tone you’d never think you’d hear coming from Loki himself. 

    “Why are you being so kind all of a sudden?” Your tone has lost it’s bitterness, instead replaced by that hopelessness you were feeling. 

   “Well,” Loki gives you a form of a smile. “I didn’t think I’d ever say this but I can’t stand to see you upset, especially at my own hands, I just wish to amend my wrongs. Now, do you wish to tell me why you are crying?” He asks once again, his eyes swimming with some form of emotion. 

   As you stare up into his face you can’t help but realize just how beautiful he looks right now, a concerned expression on his face, his eyes swimming with worry, his face much softer than you’d ever seen it and as you do stare up at his face you can’t help when the words just start spilling from your mouth. 

    “I’ve had a rough day at work,” You admit, “And I’m tired all the time and-” You stop, realizing your next words were about him. 

    “And you are tired of me?” He asks, his tone holding some kind of edge to it. 

    “It doesn’t help when you’re constantly pestering me-” 

    “(Y/N), I am so sorry,” The god stares at you earnestly, his words soft and smooth. “I never wished to make you feel this way-”

   “Really? Then what were your intentions?” Loki looks into your eyes, almost biting his lip in thought as he does. Then he sighs softly, closing his eyes for only a moment before opening them once again. 

    “I did not know how to handle my situation when I realized that I had fallen for a mortal, much less a mortal who had ‘imprisoned me’,” He admits quietly, those beautiful blue eyes filled with what could only be shame. “I only realize when it’s too late that I should have gone about this differently,” 

    “Who says it’s too late?” The words fly from your mouth with no filter, thoroughly shocking you and Loki. 

    “Well, you cannot possibly mean-” 

   “Perhaps I could find it in my heart to forgive you,” You give him a soft smile, one that made your eyes crinkle with the utmost joy. Loki smiles at you, not the crude and rude one he usually sports but an actual, authentic smile. 

   “I would greatly appreciate it,” The two of you smile at each other for only a moment more, just staring at each other with these half sad half adoring smiles before one of you reacts. 

   “May I-” You stare at his lips, those beautiful lips that you had to admit you’d been dying to kiss. 

   “Be my guest,” He whispers, staring at your lips with just as much hunger as you were his. Without a moment to spare you lean forward, capturing his lips within your own. It wasn’t the slowest, most kindest kiss you’d ever had but you loved it more than words could describe. 

    The feeling of his hands tangled in your hair, his lips pressing against your earnestly, the warmth of his chest pressed against your own made the moment all too perfect. But eventually the moment had to end, you did have to breath after all. Your lips part and you’re left gasping, your forehead gently pressed against his own as you do so. 

   “We mustn’t tell a soul about this,” Loki murmurs, breathing just slightly heavier than usual. You nod your head, smiling softly as you still attempt to regain your breath. 

    “Agreed,” 

Help (i need someone)

This was supposed to be a few paragraphs of “i had a thought” so of course it ended up over 1k. Oops?

I might write this eventually, i sort of wrote this already, but it’s not!fic style, I’ll be expanding it in the next few days, but if you get inspired, feel free to run with it, just tag me please!

So, you know how animals will occasionally seek help from humans? Like, a momma cat whose kittens are stuck in a drain pipe, or a raccoon who gets its paw trapped in a pop can, etc?

Think feral Derek who gets injured (either just after the fire he goes full shift feral or after finding Laura, or a random thing whatever, just he’s a wolf and has been for sometime now) and he gets injured. Caught in a trap or maybe he finds an injured thing, or maybe he’s stuck in a plastic ring thing that someone left behind from a picnic and he’s kind of forgotten how to be human, so he needs a hand, and so he howls for help.

Stiles has been hearing a wolf howling for weeks now, but when he mentions it is just met with “There are no wolves in California” but, you know our curious boy is not going to give up. So he’s been walking through the preserve investigating. He’s pretty sure he’s narrowed down where the wolf is living now, so when he hears a particularly urgent sounding howl, he’s in his Jeep and on the road before the sound is even finished echoing.

When he gets close to where he wants to turn into the preserve he sees a huge, black wolf, limping (or trying to get his attention, depending on whether Derek is injured, stuck, or being a good boy, er, Samaritan…).

So Stiles stops the car abruptly and, unthinking, leaps out of the car and runs toward the animal, practically skidding to a stop as he drops down in front of it, asking “What’s wrong, big guy, huh?” And Derek. Derek is momentarily stunned because this human just all but launched himself at him and that’s… not normal? Also, he smells really good (and familiar, definitely the human that’s been walking through the woods on the edges of his territory) and his hands that are absently petting Derek’s fur and checking for injuries feel really nice, and it’s all kind of jumbled in his head because he’s been running mostly on instinct for a while, and what he really wants to do is push his nose into the human’s neck and scent him and then push him over onto the ground and curl up around him.

But. He had a reason for venturing out of the relative safety of the woods. He needed help.

So he manages to communicate to the boy whatever it is that he needs, and Stiles obliges (i don’t know what’s cuter, some ridiculous litter caught around him or him leading Stiles to some trapped kittens) and then Stiles convinces the big wolf to get in his car (not that it takes much, Derek really wants to go with him) and takes him home, gets him clean and dry, figures out how to explain it to his dad…

Stiles finds the wolf curled up around his pillow (you can’t blame Derek, it smelled so good, okay) and after unsuccessfully trying to convince him to move to the end of the bed, gives up and lies down next to him with a grumbled “listen dude, i know you understand me, you did everything else i asked you to do, even let me give you a bath, which even dogs don’t do calmly. You’re not a normal wolf, buddy” to which Derek replies with a huff and a nuzzle at Stiles’ hand demanding to be pet as he apologizes. As Stiles scratches Derek’s head lightly, the truth of what he said hits him: this is not a normal wolf.

As he falls asleep, he’s already thinking about what to research in the morning.

He convinces his dad he’s fostering the wolf-dog for Dr Deaton, Scott’s boss at the vet clinic, and John quickly grows to enjoy the giant “dog” he even encourages him to sit with him while he reads over case files and half watches the game. As the days pass and he spends more time with the incredibly obedient wolf, who responds and reacts more like a human than an animal, and he does more and more digging into lore and local history, he starts to think he’s got it figured out.

They’ve been arguing about names, because Stiles needs something to call him. So far, the wolf has grouched about all nicknames (dude gets an especially emphatic unhappy sound) and done a decent canine version of an eye roll at a series of popular dog names. After a couple weeks, Stiles sits down in front of the wolf and pets him, holds his face with both hands and scritches behind his ears.

“Hey pal. I think I’ve figured out what to call you, but i need you to promise you won’t get mad like when i suggested Balto,okay? And i need you to promise you won’t like, run away or rip my throat out with those impressively big teeth of yours, yeah?”

Derek tilts his head in the best unimpressed agreement he can muster as a wolf (and he’s been having a hard time staying as a wolf lately, he wants to know what Stiles’ hands he’ll like on his skin and talk to John about baseball. He’s starting to remember what being human feels like. He’s even woken up half shifted a few times, human arms wrapped around Stiles and the beat of his heart under his fingertips, a growing ache in his chest).

“I think,” Stiles sighs and bumps his forehead against Derek’s. “I think i should be calling you Derek.” Stiles holds his breath and Derek freezes then tries to pull away, shaking his head as he feels the wolf falling away. “Derek, please, please stay calm, it’s okay. I know what happened, i get it. Please. ”

And Stiles’ hands are splayed and there’s no stutter in his heart beat, and his voice is quiet and pleading, so Derek stops fighting, stops holding onto the wolf, lets the shift fall away until it’s just him, kneeling uncertainly on Stiles’ bedroom floor. He takes a deep breath before he can meet Stiles’ eyes, when he does they both gasp a little, each struck by the beauty of the other, and Stiles in awe at the transformation he’s witnessed: the confirmation of the supernatural overwhelming, but not as overwhelming as the man crouched in front of him.

As a wolf, Derek had become a best friend of sorts; a faithful companion and confidant, even as Stiles began to suspect his true nature, he still felt safe telling him all his secrets.

After a long moment staring at each other, a grin spreads across Stiles’ face. “Hi.”

Derek swallows hard and manages a rough sounding “Hi” his vocal chords no longer accustomed to the shape of words.

Eventually, after looking at each other with soft smiles, Stiles momentarily holding in a million questions, Derek growing used to the way his body and his mind feel when he’s human, they get up. Stiles moves close and reaches a hand up to feel Derek’s face, repeating a soft “Hi” around an even softer grin, Derek leans into the touch and it’s easy to drift together to the bed. Stiles gets Derek some pyjama pants and tries not to look as he changes before sitting beside him, their hands lacing together easily as they talk for hours, falling asleep briefly until the sound of John’s car wakes them.

Stiles tells his dad the dog had to go back to Deaton and they both mourn his loss, John starts talking about getting a new dog. After a couple days of hiding Derek, Stiles introduces him to the Sheriff as a human. They get along even better than before, much to everyone’s relief. (They probably spin a story about Derek’s apartment flooding or something a few days later to get John to offer the spare room, because hiding a full grown man is hard, and Derek isn’t ready to be a person around other people yet. When Stiles has visitors he hides)

It takes time, but Derek grows comfortable in his skin again, and after they’ve known each other many months as people, they go from being Derek and Stiles to DerekandStiles and it’s as easy as it ever was for them to curl around each other, whisper secrets and fall asleep to rhythm of one another’s heartbeat.

Something Great

Originally posted by notheartbroken

a/n: sorry for the absence but here is a cute one shot :-) smut warning gif credit to the owner 


His curl adorned head glanced over his shoulder and switched lanes with ease. Music was softly gracing the speakers with a light melody. The sky outside was grey and dull, rain littering the pavement and windows. With the rain and Harry surrounding my senses, I was calm.

The music flowing the truck was serene and I couldn’t help but sing along to the tune. “I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck.” I took note of the grin that swept across Harry’s face when I started to sing. “What are you at?” I conjured. The grin that flashed his teeth and dimples grew wider, “You have a lovely voice s'all.”

I blushed at his compliment and kept my head turned to the window so he could fail to see my embarrassment ridden face.

I think I’m falling I’m falling for you

The lyrics resonated in my mind. What if my heart was really falling for this green eyed boy? My mind and heart were at conflict as I asked myself this significant question. Before I could ponder this question more than I already have, my mind swirled to the hand placed gently on my thigh. Even through my clothed material I could feel the hit that was immersed from his hand.

My heart swelled at the small, yet significant gesture that Harry had completed. Before I could revel in the sweetness of Harry anymore, he pulled his truck up at the curb in front of my house. The AUX cord connected to my phone was pulled out as I swiftly tucked it in my pocket. The door I was about to open, was pulled from my grasp. Harry smiled sweetly when I thanked him. See, chivalry isn’t dead.

His arm looped with mine as we walk to my doorstep. “I had a really nice time today.” His voice rang out, the British accent never failing to hook me into his voice deeper. “I did too.” An involuntary smile swept across my face, “We should do it aga-” My sentence was cut off by a loud crackle through the sky. “Yeah we should. But I should get going. Bye Y/N.” He gave me a swift hug, not nearly as long as I wanted. I hollered bye as he rushed through the yard to his truck.

When my door popped open, quietness surrounded me. Mom and Dad were still work. My room welcomed me with the scent of mahogany teakwood and I felt even calmer in that moment. The clothes I had on were stripped off me and replaced with sweats and an old t-shirt, my hair was pulled up into a bun. I had just sunk into my bed when a knock at my door startled me. I heaved a sigh and shuffled to my door. “So. My truck isn’t working.” A soaked Harry stood on my porch. “Alright, you can hang out until the rain stops.” I laughed and grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “Stay here, I’ll grab you a towel and clothes.” I disappeared in my room, while I sent a swift text to my mom and explained the situation. My phone was placed back into my pocket, a towel in one hand and my ex boyfriends clothes in the other.

“Here’s a towel. And here are some clothes.” Harry’s eyes traveled down the clothes. “Are those your ex boyfriends clothes?” My cheeks heat up, “Yes…look, do you want clothes or not?” He chuckled, “Fine.”

Harry emerged from the bathroom just as I started to watch Supernatural. His appearance caused my to burst out into budding laughter. Around his legs he had tight boxer briefs that were way too short on his long legs, and his torso adorned a shirt that was too tight. “I look fucking ridiculous.” Tears spilled from my eyes, my stomach already gathering an ache. “You look amazing.” Harry’s green eyes rolls at my comment. “Shut it.”

He took a seat on the couch opposite of the one I was lounging on. “What are we watching?” He asked, slightly annoyed. “Supernatural.” Harry scoffed, “Really?”

“Hey it’s a good show!” He chuckled a little bit, “Yeah okay.”

“Hey I can kick you out if I need too.” My maneuvered to look at Harry and my eyes narrowed as I challenged him. “Okay, okay.” He raised his hands up in defense as he decided to climb onto my couch, my heart smiled, I got to be closer to him. I smiled at the green eyed boy who took my feet in his lap as I pressed play on the remote at his request.

About twenty minutes passed by of me being engrossed in the work of Sam and Dean Winchester when Harry started to become bored. His legs that held my feet started to bounce up and down. “You bored?” I asked, “No, I’m okay.” I took the time to admire Harry’s gorgeous face. He had sporadic freckles under his eyes and along his nose, something I’ve noticed before, just never studied them. His green eyes had yellow located around the edge of his pupil. Surrounding his eyes, long eyelashes fanned across. If there was ever a time to seize the day, now was that time. The body resting before me came closer as my body propelled itself towards him. And before I could think about anything else, my lips crashed to his.

Harry held me to him once I tried to pull back. I didn’t object anymore. Our lips melted together with heat intertwined. Harry’s hands grabbed my body and pulled me on to him. Each of my knees were at the side of his legs. My hands found his hair, slowly running my digits through his dark hair. A low moan leaked out of his lips and, sending a sensation through me. What was I doing? Harry and I were just friends. “Harry…were just friends…” The connection of our lips was lost, Harry’s lips were swollen and pink, they looked irresistible. “Y/n. You and I both know that isn’t true. We’ve been wanting each other for awhile now. Ever since I moved here I’ve wanted you.” The words he said to me affected my heart to swell. I can’t deny the fact that I did like him ever since he moved here from England. “Just…let us have this…” Harry practically whimpered out, his hand flew up to my hair as he brushed a stray strand behind my ear. “You’re all I want, so much it’s hurting.” How could I deny this beautiful boy? My body reacted over my mind once more as our lips reestablished. Our hips slowly collided, breathy moans released from both of us. Harry’s lips pulled from mine as he connected to my neck. My head rolled back as a loud moaned ripped through me. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” Harry moaned out, “Let’s take this to your room.” His large hands gripped my butt as he lifted us up, my lips were attacking his neck with my teeth, leaving red marks in the wake of it.

Harry shut my door behind him; swiftly he pulled his shirt of his lanky body. My eyes takes down his naked torso. He had toned abs, suddenly I felt insecure. The body of Harry was much prettier than mine. He was slender and tan. As I had fat rolls and was pale. “Harry…I don’t know.” He sighed, and my heart broke. I wanted to make love with Harry more than anything. But, that was my first time, and I didn’t know if I was ready to give him myself completely. Wasn’t I supposed to be in love with the person I lose it to?

“Y/N, if you’re worried about us not being in love, don’t. I’m incredibly in love with you, and I know you feel the same way. The way you’re body reacts to me when I touch you tells it all.” His hand lingered to my lip, touching it gently. His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip then slowly trailed to my chest, “Just a simple touch to your lip has already got it your heart racing…” He whispered then placed his hand over my heart. Sure enough, he was proved right. “But that’s not the case. I know you too well. It’s you’re body…you’re afraid I won’t find it beautiful.” My breath hitched with his words. His head lowered down, and kissed my clothed belly.

“Baby girl, that isn’t the case. You’re body….it gets my heart racing. Your hips curve in just the right way, your chest is big in all the right places, and your thighs, oh god, your thighs.” He moaned the last part out, I couldn’t help the slight whimper that I emitted from me when he squeezed my thighs.

“If you don’t believe me, feel this.” His hand took mine and placed it on the bulge in the boxers I gave him. Harry climbed on the bed and was faced on top of me. His arms supported him on either side of my head. Harry’s pink and slightly swollen lips came to mine. It wasn’t rushed this time, it was slow, sensual and intimate. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled against my lips, “let me prove it to you.”

The shirt I had separating our bare chest was removed. My breasts were exposed to the first person other than myself who has seen them. This was my most vulnerable moment. I dearly hoped Harry would not mess this up. “I trust you.” I finally murmured out. Harry sweetly smiled. The smile made my heart swell. Lips kissed in the valley between my breasts. A hand gently kneaded one of them while Harry’s lips slowly made his way to the other. His tongue flicked my nipple, igniting a fire in my stomach. With a sudden gasp from myself, he did it once more, yet harder. He alternated between each breast. If that is how it felt to be pleasured that way, I couldn’t wait for Harry to work further down my body.

As if Harry read my mind, he kissed each of my breast one last time and then inched down my stomach. Leaving raised bumps on my skin and kisses. My breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. I wasn’t lying when I said I trusted Harry. I’ve never felt more ready to give someone myself as I was in that moment.

Harry arrived finally at my lower half. The sweats that adorned my legs and waist were removed. My cheeks reddened as Harry moaned. I forgot to put on underwear. “Do you always go commando?” He lightly chuckled. “Uh, only sometimes.” I mumbled out. “Christ.”

Harry’s curly haired head descended between my thighs. His dark hair tickled my skin. A finger swiped across my core sending a foreign sensation of pleasure through me. My thighs unconsciously tried to squeeze each other together. Harry’s hands took a hold of them, and gripped them tightly. He looked up at me, his eyes were a shade darker and I could almost feel myself dripping.

I entangled my hands in his hair once he touched his tongue to my swollen bundle of nerves. My body jerked as Harry continued to run his tongue vigorously worked on my clit. The moans slipping from my mouth, the tugging of his hair only seemed to fuel Harry more. Harry between my legs, eating me out was such an intense experience. I was sent wondering why I have never done this sooner.

“You taste so good, holy fuck.” He groaned against me, a finger started to inch in and out of me. It was an odd feeling at first, but once I got use to the alienated feeling after a few pumps. The feeling sunk into my bones. I could feel that I was going to untie soon. My first orgasm was soon going to rip through my overwhelmed body and I have never been so ready for it.

I convulsed from Harry’s mouth and fingers. I could feel myself tighten around Harry’s digits, my fingers gripped my sheets, and my toes curled with the pleasure coursing through my entire body.

Harry hauled up from my legs. Moisture surrounded his mouth. My moisture. “Are you on the pill?” I shook my head, “Okay. I have a condom.” I wasn’t sure why he carried a condom around. The feeling that sunk into me sent me into a panic. What if I wasn’t Harry’s first time? What if he was just using me? I wanted to curl up into a ball in that moment. I think Harry sensed my panic, “Relax. This is my first time having sex. I carry it around with me to look cool.” The side of his hand was brushed against my face, “I am just as nervous as you.” He definitely didn’t show it. He did himself of the borrowed boxers, then fetched his wallet. The foil wrapper was torn open then soon the latex was rolled on to Harry’s hard shaft. Harry’s penis was the first one I have seen, but it was beautiful. I silently laughed at my thoughts, “Whatcha laughing at over there? Something funny?”

“No, you’re just beautiful.”

He climbed back onto the bed and kissed my nose, “and so are you.” Harry positioned himself between my legs. “Are you ready?” I nodded, I have never been more ready. “Okay.”

Harry pushed himself inside of me, a vehement moan elicited from his throat. “Holy fuck, this is better than I could imagine.” The unfamiliar feeling a male being inside of me was unpleasant to say the least. As Harry drew his hips back slowly and would push back against me, a pain would set in. It wasn’t very painful, but it was annoying. “Are you okay? Do I need to stop?” My head shook, “No, keep going.”

“With pleasure.”

After a few thrusts, the sensation set in and I started to experience the pleasure everyone thrived about. Before too long, my hips were meeting Harry’s furiously. Sweat began to bead at my forehead and in the valley of my breasts. Our moaning became louder and our breaths became rampant.

Pleasure cascaded through me with each propelling of our clashing hips. “Hold on, let me do something.” And with that, Harry moved his hips in such a way that he hit a certain spot inside of me. I cried out in what I could only explain of irrevocable bliss. “Oh fuck.” Harry accelerated his hips as his tongue met my breasts, I don’t know how much longer I could last with all of this overwhelming me. “Harry…I won’t last long..” Harry mumbled something onto me.

A thumb flicked my clit, and Harry kept hitting that spot that only kept making me moan louder each time. Soon I started to throb around Harry. My vision blacker out and I felt myself release onto Harry with a deafening moan. “Fuck Harry!” My nails raked down his back, an action I soon loved to peruse.

Harry growled out then soon twitched inside of me, spilling himself into the condom. Harry sweaty body collapsed on me, our chests heaving. “Y/N, that was amazing.” He said into my ear. “Oh my god, it was.” My hand was playing with Harry’s curls when he rolled off of me and pulled me onto his chest. “I see why everyone makes a big deal out of it now.” I chuckled out, Harry’s chest bounced up and down with a laugh rattling through him. “Yeah, so do I.”

Before we could continue our cuddling session, my phone buzzed with a text. “On my way home.” It read, from my mom. Panic rose in me, I jumped from Harry’s chest throwing clothes around to get dressed. “My mom is on her way.” Harry jumped up as well and got dressed. I pulled my hair into a bun and checked myself in the mirror. I truly looked like a different girl. There was a certain glow to my skin that I couldn’t place. My eyes looked brighter and my cheeks held red. “How doI look?” I asked Harry, “Freshly fucked.” He grinned with a dimple popping into his cheek. I rolled my eyes at him. We walked into the living room and I continued to play supernatural.

Eventually my mom stumbled through the door. “Hi Harry.” She smiled. “Hey Mrs. Y/L/N. How are you?” “I’m great, thank you for asking. You’re such a sweet boy. Why don’t you come over more often?” She passed him with a quick ruffle to his hair. Harry looked at me, “Maybe I will.” Then added a wink.

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Dating Derek Hale Would Include:

-his eyes on you 24/7

-him calling you cute

-him being totally protective over you

-warm cuddles every night

-him rolling his eyes when you give him sarcasm

- not letting you fight because you could get hurt

- only smiling around you

-you getting jealous when other girls even look at him

-him getting jealous over guys who hit you up

- him never wanting you to leave

-“I love you y/n”

- him threatening to rip someone’s throat out with his teeth when they pick on you

- never wanting to leave him

-cute dates

-giggles

- him only showing his soft side to you

-INCREDIBLE SEX (just sayin)

- him loving when you wolf out on the boys

- you both always wanting to be near each other

-holding hands in public

- fighting along side each other

- him leaving little marks on your neck and shoulders showing that your his

-SARCASM LOTS AND LOTS OF SARCASM

😍😍

A True Gentleman

Note: I hope you like this! I don’t get a lot of gentleman!Bucky requests so I really liked writing this! .c

Request: May I request one where you invite a close friend over but he is really rude and vulgar and rough and Bucky the gentleman that he is doesn’t like it 

Originally posted by caps-bucky



Your friend Isaac was not on Bucky’s ‘People I Like’ list. You understood why, you couldn’t deny that. Isaac was more on the outspoken and pretty gross side. It didn’t bother you too much since you’ve known him for so long. You were used to how he was. But Bucky was a different story.

You had been gone almost all day with Isaac, meeting for brunch and strolling around your favorite parts of the city. He was your only friend that you kept up with after you joined the Avengers, because he and his family took you in so many years ago. He was like your older brother, almost. And he came with the annoying qualities.

Isaac was laughing as he told you about his one night stand last night and you grimaced at the experience he was describing. You walked into the common room after the elevator came to a stop. Not noticing Bucky sitting on the couch, you kept your ears open and your eyes focused on Isaac.

“I mean, she wanted me to eat her ass! I just couldn’t do that!” He laughed loudly, holding his stomach. You made a sound of disgust and Bucky did the same from the couch. “Seriously? You’re speaking to a lady like that?” Bucky snapped, turning his head around to look at you two.

Isaac shrugged and looked down at you with raised eyebrows. “Does it bother you, Y/N?” He asked, a little chuckle in his voice. You laughed softly and shifted your weight onto your other foot. “N-not really? It just sounds pretty nasty.” You spoke quietly, tucking your hair behind your ear. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you.

Isaac started to continue his story, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “Oof!” You huffed out from the sudden heavy grip, almost tripping over your feet as Isaac tugged you along to the couches. Bucky watched you closely and readied himself to help you until you sat down. He kept his eyes on you and you sighed against Isaac. He was always a little rough.

“So, after she left, her thong was in my back pocket. I still have it and I mean, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.” Isaac laughed, his body bouncing against your side as he watched you groan and laugh. “Isaac!” You shouted, shoving him. Bucky shook his head. “That’s disgusting!” He shouted, gripping the remote in his flesh hand. It’d be a total mess if he were to hold it in his metal one.

Isaac’s head shot towards Bucky and he chuckled, tightening his arm around your shoulders absentmindedly. “Bro, it’s all good.” He shrugged nonchalantly, clearly un-bothered about what he was saying. He thought it was normal but Bucky thought it was vulgar, the way he spoke about women.

“How can you just sit there and speak like that about a woman, in front of a woman?” Bucky questioned in disbelief, sitting up in his seat. His eyebrows were creased together and you could tell this conversation would end with Isaac on the floor and Bucky’s fist pounding his face in. “Bucky.” You said softly. He sighed heavily and shook his head again.

You sat up and Isaac watched you, a smirk on his face. “While I can just barely tolerate this…weirdness. I need some water. Want some?” You asked, standing to your feet. Isaac’s eyes trailed over your body and he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth. “Nah, I’m good, sweet cheeks.” He said with a smirk. Bucky watched him with a clenched jaw and he could rip his head off at the look Isaac was giving you. 

You shrugged and turned to Bucky, not noticing Isaac checking you out behind you. Bucky did and you had to snap your fingers and call his name a little louder to get him to look at you. “Water?” You smiled, seeing Bucky’s metal hand clenching. “Are you okay?” You asked quietly, pointing at his hand. 

Bucky un-clenched his fist and looked up at you. “I’m alright, thanks Y/N.” He grumbled, looking back at Isaac, who was still looking at your ass behind you. You left with a small shrug and made your way to the kitchen. Back in the common room, Bucky was staring Isaac down. 

Isaac looked over at Bucky and chuckled. “Man, her ass is great. I’d gladly eat hers. Any other girl, hell no. But Y/N? God, I’d fucking do anything she wanted.” Isaac said, biting his lip as he thought about you. Bucky growled low in his chest and shot up from his seat. That did it. 

“This is the last fucking time you’ll speak about Y/N, or any woman like they’re a piece of meat! It’s disgusting! I want you out!” Bucky shouted angrily, pointing his finger towards the elevator. Isaac scoffed and stood to his feet. “Chill, man!” He said with creased eyebrows. “It’s just a joke.” He shrugged.

Before they could continue, you walked in. “What’s going on? I heard yelling.” You frowned, holding your water in your hand. Bucky turned to face you before looking back at Isaac. “Care to explain?” He asked, crossing his arms. You looked between them, clearly confused.

When Isaac stayed quiet, Bucky scoffed. “Unbelievable. Get out before I lose it.” Bucky took a step towards Isaac and you rushed over to Bucky, holding him back. “Hey! Hey, no, that will not happen. What is going on?” You asked again keeping your hand on Buck’y abdomen so he wouldn’t try to attack your friend. Isaac rushed out of the room before you could turn to him and you heard the elevator open and close shortly after.

You sighed and looked up at Bucky. “Why did he leave? Why are you so angry?” You asked, crossing your arms like Bucky. He let his arms fall and immediately calmed after looking into your eyes. “He’s rude. He talks about women in such a demeaning way! I don’t like it.” Bucky sighed, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe how men acted these days.

You sat down on the couch and Bucky joined you. “That’s just how he is. It’s made me uncomfortable before, but I’m used to it, I guess.” You shrugged, looking down at your hands in your lap. “He said some nasty things about you too, Y/N. I just couldn’t sit here and listen.” Bucky said, resting his hand on your knee.

A sigh fell from your lips and you put your hand on top of Bucky’s. “You’re a true gentleman, huh?” You joked, trying to lighten the mood as you giggled. Bucky chuckled softly, nodding his head. “Yeah, I am. Every guy should treat women with respect. Saying he wanted to eat your ass is not respectful.” Bucky said, feeling his stomach churn with the thought.

You gasped and your cheeks turned red. “He said what!?” You squealed, nearly gagging. Bucky looked at you apologetically. “I’m sorry.” Bucky said, squeezing your knee. You sighed and leaned against Bucky. “Isaac is just…Isaac.” You whispered, feeling Bucky hold you closer. “Isaac is a disgusting pig.” You laughed softly and looked up at Bucky. 

“I’m glad you’re a gentleman, Buck.” You said with a smile. Bucky tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and looked into your eyes. “Thanks, Doll.” You blushed a little and rested your head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe he kept her thong, though.” You said quietly. Bucky groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he gagged.

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Happy Birthday, Mr. Winchester

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Characters: Sam x Female Reader

Warnings: pure smut, oral (female recieving), slight dom!sam if you squint and tilt your head

Word Count: 1,042

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Dean pushed the motel room door open to find you exactly where he left you. You had refused to participate in the hunt the boys were currently working because it hit too close to home. You also had no fucking desire to talk about it with either of the Winchesters but especially Dean.

“There are locks on motel room doors for a reason, asshats,” you grumbled, turning over in the bed and facing away from the brothers. You caught a glimpse of Sam’s face, and he looked guilty, like he actually felt bad for breaking into your room.

Dean on the other hand just looked angry. You didn’t owe him any kind of an explanation. If you wanted to sit out a hunt, it was your damn prerogative.

“Sammy, I got this,” Dean said through clenched teeth. You could briefly hear Sam protest, but you were sure Dean had given him a look that could kill because you heard the younger Winchester’s response.

“Fine,” he huffed stepping away and heading back to the room the boys were sharing.

Dean closed the door with a thud.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice low and irritated.

“I swear to god, Dean, I don’t want to talk about it. Especially not with you. You push this, and I might literally rip your nut sack off. Right off,” you motioned with your hand without turning to look at him. You felt a tear escape your eye, and you hurried to wipe it away.

“First off all, rude. Second of all, I know you,” he growled low in his throat. “Hunts don’t bother you. Even the awful ones that remind you of how you lost your family. You’re tough as nails. You push everything down and power on. You’re a pro. I’d almost say you’re better at pushing away emotions than I am, and we both know that’s saying something.”

“You got that fucking right,” you huffed as you turned away from him again, tears steadily streaming down your face now. “Did you at least finish off the fucker?” you asked, hoping this hunt was over so that you could move on and get back to yourself without having to talk about it.

He sat down on the bed next to yours and watched you carefully.

“The Djinn is dead,” he stated. “Now are you gonna talk about this or what? You never refuse to go on a hunt. Ever. What the hell is going on?”

You sat up then, throwing your legs over the bed, the tear stains on your face evident. Dean was clearly taken aback. He rubbed his neck and looked away briefly before locking eyes with yours and pushing forward.

“Let’s talk about it. Clearly you need to, sweetheart,” he said, his voice suddenly softer now.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Don’t placate me Dean. And don’t call me sweetheart,” you growled, finally meeting his eyes.

“What’s going on?” he pleaded, leaning forward, his forearms on his knees. “Is this about when you were captured by a Djinn, and we couldn’t find you for a few days? You never talked about that, but I had never seen you so scared,” Dean commented. “But you never let a monster getting a hold of you phase you. Ever,” Dean said dismissively.

You swallowed thickly and locked eyes with him. “When that monster takes away the person you love over and over again, you aren’t too keen on facing one of its kind again.” The words stumbled out of your mouth.

“Djinn don’t work like that. I remember. You get your wildest dreams,” Dean stated, confused.

“Not the one that had me. Fear. It fed on fear. And apparently my biggest fear is losing you. I watched you die over and over again those few days I was alone, waiting,” tears fell down your cheeks in earnest.

“Wait. What?” Dean asked, confused. “I don’t understand,” he mumbled, fidgeting with his pants because he didn’t know what else to do.

“I fucking love you, Dean, but don’t figure it out from the context clues or anything,” you huffed, pulling your knees up to your chest and sobbing. “I couldn’t risk getting taken again. Fears or the best dream ever, it would have involved you,” you admitted, looking into his eyes. “I couldn’t lose you over and over again,” you powered on. “And I couldn’t have you in the best way possible only to have it ripped away when you came to my rescue,” you sobbed.

Dean’s legs moved quickly, and he sat down beside you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, and you fell into him. You cried. You cried for what felt like hours while Dean ran his fingers through your hair and rubbed your back soothingly.

“I didn’t know,” he mumbled. It was then that you realized Dean had been crying too. “I had no fucking clue,” he whispered as you pulled away to look into his eyes. Your eyes met for a brief second before his lips crashed to yours. You clung to him, the kiss desperate and deep, your tears mixing with his. He pulled away finally and whispered, “I’m so, so sorry.”

His hand cupped your face and you didn’t jerk away from his touch.

“I’ve always loved you, but you deserve better than me,” he said.

You laughed as you sobbed. “I may ‘deserve’ better, Dean, but you’re what I want. Obviously. Dreams and fears don’t lie,” you whispered as you looked into his eyes.

His eyes darted back and forth as he searched yours. His lips found yours again, this kiss tender and full of promise. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “And I’m going to my best to make sure your dreams aren’t torn away from you again and that your fears are never realized,” he promised, his forehead falling against yours.

“Dean, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you answered, your hand moving to his neck and pulling him into a kiss. You felt him start to protest, but he melted into your touch.

You didn’t doubt he could make your dreams come true, but staying alive wasn’t exactly Dean Winchester’s forte.

And he had the Mark of Cain.

You knew that couldn’t end well for either of you.

Make You Laugh

Genre: fluff; high school au

Pairing: Im Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: *REQUESTED* You have the biggest crush on the class clown. Unfortunately, he can’t even take himself seriously…

You weren’t thrilled to have chemistry first thing in the morning. You weren’t excited for the first day of school. It was your senior year and you had already had it with high school. You just wanted to take your SAT again to get a better score and be done with it. Your mom would die if you didn’t get into a decent college.

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Too Hot

Originally posted by jeonify

One of the tropes in romance movies that made you laugh time and time again was that of the partner who was generally better at whatever activity the couple happened to be participating in willingly letting the less skilled partner win. This trope popped up in movie after movie and you even saw it happen in real life once or twice. It gave you the misguided belief that no matter who you ended up with, they would take mercy on you, especially because games and feats of physicality weren’t exactly your forte, and let you win every now and then.

But, of course, luck was never on your side and you happened to end up dating one of the most competitive people you’d ever met.

If there was one thing Jungkook hated, it was losing. He’d been given the reputation of being able to do, and excel, at anything he tried. And he’d be damned if anyone saw him fail. That was one of the things that drew you to him in the beginning. His determination, his drive, it was endearing and it made you appreciate the effort that he put in to every facet of his life. But you’d be lying if you said it didn’t also annoy you just a little bit.

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Imagine Having To Babysit Peter, Because You Are The Only One He Fears.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“You have issues, you know?” You muttered, as Peter paced the room. In attempt to keep a certain deranged werewolf from causing chaos during a pack investigation, Scott decided it was best to lock Peter up with only person, he feared….you.


“I have issues?” Peter questioned. “You’re the one that repeatedly shot me in the knees!”


“You bit my brother.” You shrugged. No matter how many times he brought it up, you still had no sympathy for the wolf. If Peter didn’t want to get shot, then maybe he shouldn’t be such a bastard.


“What about Derek? You’ve clocked him in the nose a few times.” Peter reminded.


Yet again you shrugged. “First time was a mistake, it should’ve been you. Second and third time, were for being an idiot.”


“I see. So violence is warranted, when it comes to stupidity- how do you manage to keep your job again?” 


“My violence is limited only to adults who can’t get their shit together.”  You answered, pointing at him. “Case in point.”


“You know, I could kill you if I wanted to.” Peter stated, cheerfully. “I could rip your throat out with either my teeth or my claws. Crack your neck in a blink of an eye-or crush your skull in with my bare hands.”


You closed your laptop, looking at the wolf for the first time. “Peter.”


“What?”


“Shut up, before I decide to shoot you again.”

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Jungkook smut w/ daddy kink pls hi it's me the thirsty ho u lov me you know who this is kek

to my smol child. here you are.

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, fingering, etc.


You love to tease him. Every time he leaves for a fan-meeting or a recording you’re always sure to text him and tease him. Usually your message includes a slightly naughty selfie and words of encouragement that contrast the picture–but that’s always what gets him.

And Jungkook hates being teased.

“Y/N,” Jungkook’s stern voice speaks, the door to your apartment shutting with a deafening click. Your breath hitches at his tone, eyes shifting towards your open bedroom door. You can hear him shuffling around, discarding his bag and coat, and know that he must’ve ditched the other guys and come straight here from the airport. 

You had sent him a pretty scandalous photo right before his boarding time…

Y/N,” Jungkook barks, his voice slicing through the silence, and despite his tone you find butterflies of anticipation fluttering in your stomach.

“Jungkook…?” you call innocently, trying to play it cool as you push yourself up on your mattress, flinging the book you’d been reading aside. Almost immediately overbearing footsteps start toward you, and you lick your lips with expectancy.

However, the last thing you expect is for Jungkook to storm into your room, dark eyes aflame with passion and his body already stripped of all his clothes. His toned body is bare for you to see–muscles flexing with every step he takes towards you.

“J-Jung–,” you start, gasping when he reaches forward and wraps his hand around your neck, fingers pressing into your skin. The lack of blood flow clouds your head instantly, and the feeling only adds to the heat pooling in your gut.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he whispers, growl bubbling up in his chest. 

Jungkook leans down and teasingly brushes his lips over yours, but doesn’t kiss you.

“Sending me all those photos–especially when I’m around the guys. Do you know how hard it was to fly for 4 hours straight after you’d sent me such a pretty photo of those tits of yours?” he says dangerously, using his grip on your neck to push you flat on the mattress.

You’re already putty beneath him, shivering when his free hand slips under your shirt and roams over your skin, goosebumps popping up in his wake. His touches are light and teasing, and you already know that this is his pay-back.

You’d teased him, and now he was going to tease you.

“Get up,” he demands suddenly. “Strip for me.”

Not wasting a second, you push yourself up and stand squarely in front of him, sure to keep your gazes connected as you pull your t-shirt over your head. Next comes your bra, and Jungkook’s eyes flit to your chest the minute the garment falls to the floor, eyes soaking in your supple skin and perfectly hardened nipples.

When you spot his pink tongue dart out to wet his lips, you’re only urged on, quickly slipping out of your pants, and kicking them away when they pool around your ankles.

“Stop,” he commands just as your fingers slip under the band of your underwear, and you pause, heart thrumming when he steps towards you.

With steady hands Jungkook reaches forward and slips your panties down, his eyes raking over your naked form, taking in every inch of revealed skin.

“Turn around,” he says, and you do. 

“Touch your toes.”

You blush, turning to stare at him in embarrassment, but the look he fixes you with is utterly serious.

Touch your toes.”

Y-Yes, daddy,” you stutter, not needing to be told again, and immediately fold yourself forward. From this angle you know he can see you clearly, and you gasp when his palm smacks against your ass. He massages the flesh and proceeds to slide his hand lower, two of his fingers dipping into your wet folds.

“Jungkook–ah, shit!” you curse when he pushes into you. The stretch feels amazing but with the angle you’re bent at the blood is rushing to your head, and your legs are starting to feel strained.

However, Jungkook has no sympathy even as your legs shake, fucking his fingers into you roughly.

“What did you call me?”

“D-Daddy, please!” you beg breathlessly, wincing as Jungkook presses you flatter to your legs, humming thoughtfully.

“You should stretch more,” he says, but lets you up. You breath a sigh of relief, muscles sore, but Jungkook doesn’t give you much time to recuperate. He shoves you forward onto the bed and immediately pries your legs apart, his two fingers slipping back inside of you.

You throw your head back at the feeling, a groan leaving your mouth as he pumps into you, his fingers becoming wet with your juices. 

“Did you miss me, baby?” he asks, leaning down to press light, teasing kisses against your breasts. “Is that why you sent me so many naughty pictures? Because you missed my cock–how I make you feel so good?”

Ooooh–yes, daddy,” you moaning, thighs shaking, and Jungkook bites his teeth around your nipple, fingers continue to slip in and out of you.

The heat in your gut is practically aflame now, and you whine under him, pressing your hips downward, causing him to fuck into your harder. Jungkook laughs quietly at the feeling, noticing how you’re biting your lips, need practically painted across your face.

“You want this, baby?” he says, his hand reaching down and leisurely pumping his cock a few times. You lick your lips hungrily at the sight, a groan ripping from your throat.

“Please, daddy, please.”

Do you really think you’ve been punished enough?” he muses, rolling on a condom nonetheless and teasing his tip between your folds. You gasp shakily at the feeling, need permeating your entire being. You can’t take his teasing anymore.

“I-I…daddy, I want you so bad! Please–”

“Shh, baby, I got you,” he says, tiny grunt slipping past his parted lips as he slides into you. When he bottoms out, completely filling your tight heat, you let out a guttural moan and toss your head back.

Fuck!”

Shit,” Jungkook echoes quietly, jaw tight as he grips your hips and slowly begins to roll his lower body. The sensual pace drives you mad, fingers scrambling for purchase in the sheets.

“Jungkook,” you nearly sob, writhing, and Jungkook takes pity. He snaps into you swifter, evoking a gasp from you lips, and picks up his pace.

With each brush of cock over your g-spot–you walls clenching around him with each demanding thrust–the coil in your gut tightens. 

“Shit, Y/N,” Jungkook is hissing soon enough, pants mixed with pleasure and effort leaving his lips.

“Jungkook!” you echo, voice hitching, and not a minute later does the heat in your gut snap–overflowing and traveling up your entire body as you come. Jungkook’s name leaves your lips in the midst of it all, your body arching and tightening deliciously around him, and the feeling drags him under as well.

Fuck!” he hisses, hunching over you and shivering as his orgasm racks his body. 

Once you’ve both returned from bliss, Jungkook slips out of you and leans down, capturing your lips for the first time that night. You happily, yet tiredly kiss him back, arms snaking up to loop around his neck.

“I missed you,” you admit tenderly, kissing him again, and Jungkook smiles.

“I missed you too, Y/N. But from now on stop sending me so many damn pictures. I can’t control myself that well…”

Giggling, you pulling him tighter and press and playful kiss against the tip of his nose. 

“But where’s the fun in that?”

Broke Figurine {Son Hyunwoo} ~Happy One Month!!~

Prompt: “I’m not made out of glass” ~ Inspired by a friend,,,

Pairing: Shownu x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: rough sex, 

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