i will see you in the flesh my baby

03. Watch Me, Watch You (pt. 3)

Jimin x Reader, College AU, TA!Jimin, Camboy!JImin
Genre: Smut, this is it ya’ll the big finale! 

a couple tags: @btssmutgalore, @missbaptan, @kinkchim, @tayegi, @seaseok, @dailydoseofdia, @war-of-hormoan, @lostinbangtan@1honeypot<3333

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“Good Evening everybody, Professor Kim couldn’t make it to lecture so I’ll be giving the lecture instead.” You heard a very distinct voice say, your head snapped back and up towards the source. You could not believe your eyes as they feasted upon the sight that was Mr. Park Jimin, the very man that had been haunting your sleep since the first time you laid eyes on him. He stood at the front of the lecture hall wearing a deep blue button up, with his sleeve rolled up to his elbows, broadcasting his incredible forearms, while his muscular thighs were practically bulging through the black slacks he wore. Upon the bridge of his nose sat a fashionable pair of glasses that hid his mischievous eyes. 

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Number 1 Fan

Request: Can you do one where the reader is the number one crime boss/villain and Jerome admires her so much that he follows them around until he gets caught. Maybe they become partners, he gets jealous and stuff, and it has a pretty happy ending.

Smut warning

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(Y/n) POV:

“Move it into the van boys! Don’t leave a dime!” I laugh as my henchmen load the bags of money. “Ohh this is gonna make me the richest woman on the planet!” I say joyfully spinning around.

“Hey boss! We got company! We got to hurry up!” I turn my attention to the banks to see them being scoped up and down by the GCPD. “I’ve got this boys. Just get the bags in there and don’t leave me like last time. If that’s done then you’ll all be dead! Understand?” “Yes ma'am!” They yell in attention.

I smile and stroll into the bank making my presence know to the cops. “Hello hello hello! How ya doing boys? Good I hope! Harvey! How’s the drinking problem? John! The kids doing good? Mollys rash ever clear up? That thing was nasty! Ah and Jimbo! How’s the air in your big fat head? Still clean I hope!” I giggle walking along the counter tops making fun.

I walk to the indoor flag pole and look up to see the open sky light. “Enough of your chit chat!” “Aww! But I was getting to the good part! Ya see. My self esteem has been kinda low lately. So I was wondering if I could show you guys a magic trick. You know the saying what goes up must always come down? Well how about what is down must go up? Any takers? No? Well fine I guess I’ll test it!” I kick the latch of the pole ties and it flings me up into the air to where I’m flying out of the sky light. “See ya around dumbass’!” I laugh as I exit through the roof.

I hop onto the top of the van and hit it twice. “Go you idiots!” They drive at 90 mph to my place and as soon as we get there they start unloading the bags into the room matching the others.

“Drink m’lady?” My butler asks as I enter the door. I smile at him and take the blue drink. “Thank you David. Any news for today?” I ask as I go to the living room. “Crime rates are as high as ever thanks to you miss. Fan basis is at it’s highest. Little girls are wanting to buy anything related to you!” I smile and look out the big window to Gotham. “Wonderful! Get Samantha for me will you?” “Yes miss.”

In seconds my maid comes running in. “Yes miss?” “Care to run me a bath? Crystals, and lavender soap as always.” I say sipping my drink. “Yes of course m’lady.” She bows to me and scurried off to the bathroom.

“Your bath is drawn m’lady.” I wave my hand away and make my way up to the large scale bathroom. The tub itself can fit 4. I strip myself of my clothes and sink into the relaxing water filled with soap and moisturizers.

My personal line begins to ring bringing my attention away from my thoughts. “Hello?” I ask into the old fashioned telephone. “Darling! It’s so good to hear your voice!” “Mom. Hey how are you?” I ask with a smile on my face. “Oh just find. Yourself?” “Just fine.” My mother scoffs into the phone. “What?” “Just fine? Come on darling! No drama? Men? Nothing?” “Mom. We’ve discussed this. I’m far to busy with business.” “Oh don’t play that game! A beautiful 17 year old woman like you is a the top of the world right now! You can have some fun!” “Business is fun.” “But doing business alone isn’t. Don’t you want to share that with someone?”

I sigh into the phone and sink further into the water. “Fine. Yes it’d be nice to have someone along, but I’ve tried the whole partner thing. It didn’t work! He was to slow! Couldn’t keep up. I need someone exciting! Someone to make me laugh, but still keep success rates at high!”

My mother laughs into the phone. “You sound so much like your father. Do me a favor darling. Put on a sexy dress, go to a club, and meet a man. Plenty will show if they hear the most feared woman in Gotham is coming. They’ll be trying to impress you left and right! Promise me you’ll give it a shot?” I sigh and smile. “Yes mother.” “Good baby! Call me tomorrow love! Goodnight!” “Goodnight mom.”

I hang up the phone and ring the bell for Samantha to enter. “Yes m’lady?” “Lay out a dress along with pumps, call a driver, and make sure the owner of Flaims knows I’m coming to have a fun night.” “Fantastic choice! I’ll be right on it!”

I step out of the tub and wrap a towel around myself drying my body. I walk into my room to see my favorite dress set out. “Oh Samantha how you read me well.” I drop the towel and get into my makeup and hair. A nice clean sexy eye with a simple puff to my lush (h/c) hair ties it all together.

I walk down to the door and David opens it for me. “Shall I stay awake to let you in?” “You know what? No. Have the rest of the night off! You too Samantha! I’ll see you both here tomorrow morning!” “Of course! Shall I make breakfast for two?” David says with a smirk. “We shall see.” I say skipping out and into the car.

I arrive at the club to see the best types of people there. The crazy ones. I step out of the car and immediately get howled at. “Hey baby! Wanna test me out? I can make a good girl into a bad bitch!” I roll my eyes and continue my way inside.

I see many cute men scattered about but non that immediately catch my eye. I’m not going to work for them. They’re going to come to me. That’s what mom always taught me.


I order my favorite drink and scroll through my phone enjoying the night out. “Well well well. Lookie here! Never thought I’d see you in the flesh.” I removed my eyes from my screen to see a well known criminal. “Do my eyes deceive me or is it Jerome Valeska?”

The red head leans up against the booth with a stretched out smile. “So you’ve heard of me?” “Well a new rising villain appears and we all want to know more. Have to keep tabs on you. Been out of the limelight for a while now.” “Well ya know. Been dead for about a year. No big deal.” I laugh and scoot for him to join me.

He can make me laugh

We talk for hours, laugh for hours, he had me smiling for hours.

“I’ve got to say. I’m a big fan. My favorite crime scene is when you hung your victim from the center of the hotel. Burnt fingerprints and face! DNA unrecognizable! Never figured out who the victim was.” I place my hand over my head. “Aww Jerome! That’s so sweet! No one’s ever kept up with a case like that before! Well except for those cops. Care to know who it was?” He leans in dazzled. “A bartender who got my drink wrong.” I shrug. “Fantastic! It’s all just fun and games anyway! If they don’t play by the rules they shouldn’t have been in the game to begin with!” “Exactly!”

I laugh and look at the time. “Past your bedtime princess?” I smirk at him and lean into him feeling the full effects of the alcohol take over. “No. Usually it’s time for someone to help me wake up. If you understand what I mean.” I smirk and toy with his fingers.

“Ohh any choices yet? Will I have to fight my way through them to get my shot?” I move my fingers to his shirt and pop one of the buttons open. “I think you have a pretty good shot already.” I smirk and stand up walking and swishing my hips for his pleasure. “Then what are we waiting for hm?” He growls in my ear biting it lightly.

Jerome opens my door for me and lets me in. My driver says no words but does raise the black window for some privacy.

I bring my lips to his in a rush for lust and passion. “Oh you’re bad.” He breathes and run his hand down my body to between my legs. “Make me worse.” I moan into his lips.

Jerome pushes my panties to the side and pushes one finger inside my pussy swerling my insides to make my body rock. “Someone’s wet babydoll. Care to tell me who that’s for?” Jerome asks adding another finger and pushing them in and out. “You’ve got to earn me screaming your name. Do that and you can do whatever you want.” I moan as he pumps his fingers faster.

I toss my head back moaning out. Jerome then attaches his lips to my neck sucking a visible mark. “Marking what’s mine.” I laugh and straddle him. “You’ve got to take it first.” I say out of breath.

The car stops and the driver lowers the black window. “We have arrived m’lady.” Jerome smiles and opens the door for me grabbing my ass as I get out. “Hm about time.” He says gripping my body in lust.

We quickly open the door and waste no time rushing to the bedroom. Jerome closes the door with me against it and strips me of my dress. “Oh a true beauty below the soft cloth you are!” He moans. I strip him of his shirt and pants and he attacks my lips the moment we’re both rid of clothing.

He lifts me against the door and rubs the tip of his cock up and down my slit coating himself with my juices.

He pushes in making my head hit the door in pleasure. “You’re so tight doll.” Jerome thrusts up into me causing me so much pleasure. He moved us to the bed and flips me over to my stomach.

He pushes himself back into my tight cunt and pounds me harder. “What’s my name doll? Scream it! Who’s filling your tight pussy?” Jerome grips my hair in a ponytail and pulls it back making my mouth open and loud moans to come out. “Jerome! Oh my god!” I scream and cum without warning. “That’s it baby!” He says and fills me up. He pulls out of me and rubs his hands up my back to my shoulders.

Jerome sets me on the bed and covers me up along with himself beside me. He brings me to his chest and kisses my head. “I have a proposal.” I say looking at him. “Hm I know I’m great but we just met doll face.” “Oh hush you big dumby! What I mean is be my partner in crime!” “King and Queen of Gotham.” He smirks at the thought rolling through his mind. “Seal the deal with a kiss.” I say with bright eyes. “Gladly baby.” He kisses me and kisses down my neck to make another mark. “Mine. My queen.”

Originally posted by sensualkisses

anonymous asked:

Reaper hanzo and lucio reaction to their crush smothering them and kisses and telling them how much they love and appreciate them(I love my kids)

Kisses

A/N: I love them, too tbh.

Reaper

  • He calls you annoying, arms crossed as your release your onslaught of kisses and compliments. 
  • Reaper pretends to ignore you.
  • You, however, aren’t easily fooled. Seeing the tips of a smile at the ends of his lips as you indulge him.
  • “You’re so handsome.” You whisper, placing a gentle kiss over his closed eyelids. His long lashes tickling at your lips. “You work so hard, baby. I’m so proud of you.” You add, lips trailing down to his cheekbone where the flesh wisps away into smoke. You place a loud sloppy kiss at his cheek, gouging for a reaction. Gabriel, however, makes none. You do it again, leaving a playfully wet open mouth kiss on forehead. “I love you, you know that?
  • In all honestly, It makes him feel human again. Knowing how you love and appreciate even the smallest of things he does.
  • He waits until your cuddled asleep, wrapped in his arms and head on his chest to retaliate. 
  • His kisses are light and warm, tendrils of smoke wisp at your body with gentle caresses. His voice is rumbly yet low as he whispers an “I love you,too.”

Hanzo

  • Hanzo loves the affection but has yet to get used to it. 
  • He gets flustered easily when you do it, eye’s closed as he makes minor complaints for you not to. 
  • “Dearest, please.” He implores quietly as you smother his bare neck and shoulder with kisses. His hands rest over yours as they lock together at this chest. You begin to hum little remarks about him. “You’re so strong.” He can feel the heat of his blush rise up past his neck to his face. “I love these strong arms of yours.” You run your lips over them leaving a trail of wet kisses to which only perturb him more. It amuses how much of a mess he can become.
  • After a while he gives in, letting you shower him with love and relishing in it as much as he can.
  • He appreciates that you do this for him. Often feeling as if he is not worth all the love you give him.
  • When you are done, his arms wrap around you. Placing a kiss at the top of your head and ‘I love you so much.’ whispered in the nape of your neck

Lúcio  

  • Lucio loves when you do this.
  • The DJ has a goofy smile plastered on his face the entire time you smother kisses all over his face and jaw.
  • Honestly, its one of his favorite things. No matter when and where he is always down to be kissed by you. 
  • Its one thing hearing fans tell him how much they love and appreciate him but when its you its just so much better. Paired with your soft or flirty kisses and this man set
  • “You’re so talented.” You remark, kissing his cheekbone. He hums. “Am I?” You laugh, placing big kisses along his jaw down to his chin. “Oh yes, absolutely amazing.” You move up placing one just at the edge of his lips. “You amaze me every time, babe.” Lucio smirks moving to catch your lips in his. 
  • He returns the favor later, showering you in affection as he places giggly kisses all over your upper body.
Dangerous Woman

A female unsub kidnaps Spencer as the team is close to catching her and she discovers, slowly and intimately, that she quite likes his company. 

A\N: written in third person because it felt right to have a degree of separation? But the woman is never named, so feel free to imagine yourself :D

Warnings: no smut but suggestive throughout ;) also language

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Ohh, she’d done good this time. Really good.

He was sitting in the same chair as the other men before him, wrists cuffed behind him and head hanging low with unconsciousness.

She’d taken the eye-catcher. Not the typical dreamboat who had far too many women who would immediately notice his absence. No, she’d focused on the meekly handsome one with delicate features that she wanted to feel for herself.

She studied the way his hair sat in tendrils that almost wanted to curl, how he was indeed alive from the way his chest rose and fell under his striped dress shirt, she even noted the new scuffs on his shoes from where she struggled to drag him into the room with a smile on her face. That heaviness came from some muscles she was delighted to discover on his lanky frame.

All at once he sharply inhaled and lifted his head, his attention then quickly drawn to her watchful eye. They both stayed quiet as he tested his restraints and once he gave up he spoke.

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From the day you were born, Regulus, I knew I’d be there for you. Even if you didn’t.
I was allowed to hold you when you were two days old. I didn’t notice how closely they were watching me; I wasn’t even two, after all, and you were so small.
With my sticky toddler fingers, I held your tiny pink hands for hours and days, and when they grabbed mine, my face brightened up, and so did yours.
When you first tried to crawl, I got down on my knees and taught you how to do it right. It took you a while to catch on, but when you did, you started chasing me. You always wanted to be with me, and I was always there.
When you were one year old, little Reggie, you learnt how to walk. I led you out of your nursery, walking backwards in front of you, holding your fat little forearms, and you followed me and beamed at me. Mother got upset with me, and you cried. I wasn’t mad at her for telling me off, I was mad because she had made you sad. But she picked you up and cradled you in her arms until you smiled.
I got a toy Quaffle for my fourth birthday from Uncle Alphard. I taught you how to hold and throw it. I didn’t know a lot about Quidditch back then, but I explained everything I knew to you. You were a patient listener. You’d always listen to me, understand me, and you followed me everywhere I went. You were like my little sidekick, Reg, and whenever I wanted to build a pillow fort, I’d tell you what to do and you’d help me do it. You’d bring me stuffed animals to cuddle and books to read to you. I couldn’t actually read yet, but I’d just make something up and you’d listen to me.
I learnt how to read when I was six. I wasn’t very good at it and I didn’t like the books mother gave me. I still tried to teach you how to do it, because you asked me how. You were a fast learner, Regulus. We ended up learning together, and I liked it better in the end. I’d still read stories to you. Babbitty Rabbitty was your favourite.
You were six, my little Reggie, when I had the glorious idea of making the walls in my room more optically appealing. I asked you to help me paint over the boring old silk wallpaper, and you helped. I thought it ended up being really beautiful, but Mother didn’t think so. She yelled at us and slapped our hands, mine a bit harder because I was older. We both cried.
But Reggie, can you remember the times we went to see Uncle Alphard? Mother didn’t like him because he’d have different women over almost every time we went to see him and didn’t marry, but he had a large garden and let us play Quidditch. You were a faster flier, and I was a better chaser. And one time, when you were seven, Narcissa and Andromeda showed you how to make daisy chains. You got impatient quickly, but you made one for me to put into my long hair like Cissy. That was the only time you made a daisy chain in your life.
I got a chess set for my ninth birthday, and I taught you how to play. I had played with Uncle Alphard very often, and I thought I’d be better than you. It didn’t take you long to outsmart me. I guess you’ve always been more of a strategist than me. Still, I loved playing with you.
When you were eight, you accidentally knocked over a vase with the new broomstick you’d gotten for Christmas. Mother snapped and yelled at you, dug her claws into your lean little shoulders and shook you until you were weeping. When I tried to tell her to stop, she pushed me against the wall. My back hurt for weeks, but I just had to protect you. As always.
When I was ten and you were nine, we made up a story about two little boys who had no parents, just each other, and they found a golden treasure in the Jungle. The animals took them to an old fortress, and they ended up living there happily ever after. We built our fortress out of paper boxes, and Mother told us we were too old for these ridiculous little plays. Toujours Pur, we learned, meant Always Boring.
Mother stiffly hugged me when I got my Hogwarts letter and faked a smile, but she took me to Diagon Alley and bought all my stuff for me. I was the Heir. Regulus, I’m so sorry I didn’t notice you trailing behind us like a stray cat.
The morning I left, Father wasn’t home. When I didn’t hurry up, Mother screamed at me and kicked me down the stairs. I was almost used to these incidents. You didn’t try to help me, you never did. You just stood there, your face white, your lip trembling, and when she was gone you hugged me tightly around the waist and asked if I was alright. That was your way of helping me. As always.
I’m sorry, little Reggie, for making you cry by leaving, but I had to. I wouldn’t have made it out alive.
I’m sorry for finding more brothers in Hogwarts.
I’m sorry for not being a Slytherin. I’m sorry for telling you. I’m so sorry for what they did to you when you were the one to tell them. You shouldn’t have.
I’m sorry I didn’t come home for Christmas that year. That was selfish, but I didn’t realise until later.
Oh, Regulus, I missed your letters.
You wrote to me almost every day in the beginning, telling me new things, sending me the books you were reading.
I watched all the pieces of you that Mother ripped out of you fade into nothingness as your letters arrived less frequently and became dull and empty. It wasn’t you any more who had written them, not truly, just a shell. I’m sorry I thrived while you suffered.
You were pale and thin when I came back home. Kreacher had been your only friend, and you flinched when I tried to hug you, as though you were always prepared for someone hurting you. Mother had carved Toujours Pur into your flesh with a knife. Seeing the white scar on your lower back was the worst thing Mother had ever done to me, because I should have come home for Christmas.
You weren’t smiling any more. But I took you to the lake and taught you how to swim. I loved you with every cell of my heart and brain, my baby brother. I’d let you sleep in my bedroom every night because it made your nightmares go away, even though I had nightmares, too. Mother wasn’t making us feel at home. I was glad you’d gotten your letter, too. I wanted Hogwarts to become our home, and when you didn’t become a Gryffindor like me, James helped me smuggle you into our dorm.
I didn’t return home for Christmas. But this time, you were there with me, and you smiled even when Mother didn’t send us any presents. Because we had each other. Remember? Do you remember how we were always safe when we had each other?
Oh, little brother, I love you so much. I wish it had always stayed that way. Please, please come back.
Sirius x

Baby Face

Request:  Hi!! I don’t know why am obsessed with this idea right now but Bucky having a crush on a new recruit but the team are always picking on her and calling her ‘baby face’ cuz she’s short and adorable so 1 day Bucky gets embarrassed and calls her that too (which kills her cuz she likes him) so she decides to show up to an avenger party wearing a really sexy outfit and heels and Bucky and her end up doing all the dirty things😂

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: I did NOT add smut in this one, as it’s SUPER fucking late, and I’m just really tired and didn’t feel like it. However, if you WANT to see it still, I may make a part 2 if it’s requested.

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

“I don’t know, Nat. I’m just so tired of people calling me ‘baby face’ or ‘munchkin’ God it bothers me so much” Natasha rolls her eyes, standing next to me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“What do you care what everyone says babe? You’re fucking badass and everyone in this tower knows it, they just like to push your buttons because they know it works. But you’re better than that.” I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, I know…” Natasha is the one person in this godforsaken testosterone infested tower that I can talk to when I get frustrated. Ever since I got her 6 months ago all I’ve heard is ‘baby face’ this and ‘baby face’ that and I’m so fucking sick of them. I’m only 5’0” and I weigh 120lbs soaking wet. I’m not tall, I’m not wide, and I am fucking aware of it. I didn’t come to this damn tower to be badgered about it. Tony has a party planned in the next 2 days, and it’s a requirement that the Avengers show up, it ‘makes us look good’ he says. I myself, would prefer to stay up in my room, on my shared floor with Steve, Sam, and Bucky. My Bucky. Well, he’s not MY Bucky. Unfortunately. He’s the only one who hasn’t called me names, or picked on me. He could though, the man is giant compared to me.

“Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go find you a killer outfit for the party, we’ll show these men that you’re not a baby faced nothing.” I laugh, and follow her out of the bedroom.

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“I don’t know, don’t you think this one is a little….showy?” Nat comes to stand next to me in the mirror, running her eyes over my figure, clad in a purple, almost princess gown. It just wasn’t me, I don’t like this much attention.

“You’re right. This one isn’t you at all.” She runs off to find me a dress suitable to catch the eye of a certain super soldier…

“Here, (Y/N) This one is PERFECT. Bucky will fall apart when he sees you in this tight little number.”

“Shhhhh Nat, you never know who could be listening.” She hands me the dress, and I don’t have to even put it on to know it’s a stunning piece. It’s a bright red, and sleeveless, except for a small piece coming around the shoulder, it has two silver pieces of sparkly fabric around the back, and has a small train.

Slipping it on, I know it’ll be a piece to draw attention. I, however, only want the attention of one man.

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The night of the party has arrived, everyone has been trying to get the main party area prepared accordingly, including me. Ladders were never my friend, and I stick by that to this day. Does that stop me from climbing one to put up decorations? Nope. Nope it doesn’t.

“You better be careful baby face, don’t want you to fall and scrape your knee now do we!” Sam pinches my cheek as he walks by me, making baby noises as he goes.

“I swear on me mums grave, Wilson. If you and Stark don’t fuck off with that bullshit I will cut your balls off!” For good measure, I chuck the bottle of water in my hand in his direction. He ducks just in time, and unfortunately, Bucky rounds the corner right at that exact moment. I gasp, preparing for the offending object to smack him right in his perfect face. However, this is Bucky we’re talking about right?

He catches it with his metal hand right out of the air. He brings it up to his mouth, unscrewing the top and taking a big drink. I’m sure if I kept my mouth open any longer I’da caught flies. He walks up to me, handing me the water.

“Better be careful, Wilson. We don’t like to see baby face pissed off here, do we? Might tucker her little self out.” He grabs my chin with his flesh hand, listing my head to look into his eyes. He winks.

“Can’t have that can we?” He laughs as I swat his hand away, my face bright pink by now, and my ears are on fire.

“Oh my God Barnes, not you too!” I throw my hands up in frustration, taking my water bottle with me and leaving the area. I’ll show him ‘baby face’. Motherfucker.

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“Oh damn, (Y/N) You look fucking gorgeous. The boys won’t know what hit them.” Nat fluffs up my hair one last time, finishing it up with hairspray. I stand, sighing and making my way to the door.

“I hope you’re right, Nat.” I’m still not over Bucky calling me that offending nickname.

However, I’m determined not to let it bother me! It’s not going to ruin my night.

As we leave the comfort of my room, I can feel my nerves sneaking up on me.

“Maybe this isn’t a great idea, Nat. I’m nervous…” She grabs my arm, pulling me with her.

“No no no, you’re not allowed to chicken out on me. You look sexy as hell and I didn’t spend 3 hours working on you for nothing, you’re going down there, and you’re going to flaunt what your mama gave you or I’ll do it for you.” I roll my eyes, chuckling and following her.

When the elevator dings, and the doors open, the lobby is packed with people, famous and not, wearing the most expensive gowns and suits they owned, trying to impress people, or just having a good time.

“Guess who’s at the bar?” Nat whispers in my ear. I peak my head to the left, seeing Bucky sitting at the bar with Steve on his right. I smile, only for my smile to be wiped away from my face when I see a blonde woman, dressed in a tight black dress, with the V-line way down past her breasts, so much so that they’re practically falling out of her dress, jump up and sit on his lap, and his left hand goes around her waist. My heart leaps into my throat, and my eyes well with tears. Any confidence I may have had all but washed away with watching them together. Natasha watches them, anger evident on her face. She stands up, stalking towards them.

“No Natasha, don’t. It’s not worth it.” She turns to me, her eyes hot with fire.

“Not worth it?! This man is crazy about you, he’s TOLD me so! And he has the NERVE to do this to you, when he KNOWS you’re going to be here.”

“W-wait…wait he likes me?” The sheer shock that rocks my body almost makes me black out. She doesn’t answer me, she just walks up to Bucky. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can plainly see Bucky’s eyes softening. He starts looking around, probably looking for me. I turn back to my drink, alcohol free tonight. I wanted to be completely sober to watch Bucky fall apart…however, I think I’m gonna have to change my mind.

I’m not alone for long, as a stranger comes up, taking Natasha’s place next to me.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” My eyes rolled so hard in the back of my head that I think they might not come back. Sitting next to me, he puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Woah, Mister. I don’t know what you’re aiming for but I’m not interested.” He rolls his eyes, standing up.

“You need to loosen the fuck up, no wonder no one likes you.”

I don’t know what it is about it, but it just upset me and I’m just done.

“No, you prick. YOU need to stop approaching women who clearly aren’t interested in you then making them feel like shit when they turn you down! And for the record, you smell like sweat.” Stomping away from him and towards the elevator, I press the call button. I am so done with the night and I haven’t even been here for 15 minutes. I knew this would be a disaster. Should have listened to myself, I’m never wrong anyway.

As I wait on the elevator to come, I feel someone come and stand next to me.

“Look, mister, I said I wasn’t interested..” I turn to look at him, just to realize it isn’t the stranger, but Bucky.

‘Fuckin’ hell.’

“Hello to you too, (Y/N)” He stares at me, his eyes wandering the length of my body. His tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip, before his eyes travel back up to lock with mine.

“You look beautiful tonight….wow…” My face heats up.

“What are you doing here Bucky? I thought you had a date.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah…look I’m sorry about that, doll. I heard you were bringing a guy and I didn’t want to look lame sitting in the corner, alone, admiring the one woman I can’t have….” I smile, my ears starting to burn.

“You’re blushing, doll.” I laugh, looking up into his eyes.

“Well, your flattery will do that to a girl. I don’t know if you know this or not, but you’re quite the looker.” His cheeks turn red, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I used to be, back in the day.”

“You still are, Buck.” He smirks, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes. The door finally opens, and a load of people get off, just now getting to the party. Buck and I get on, and press the floor to his room.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the party, doll?”

“Fuck the party, Barnes. I have some new information I want to make use of.” He groans, backing me up against the wall of the elevator, pressing his lips to mine in desperate need.

“God you are stunningly beautiful…and I need you…” My arms go around his neck, and my legs go around his waist.

“Buck wait! We have to get to the bedroom first!” He chuckles deep in his throat.

“Alright, doll. I’ll behave.”

He didn’t.

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Battered and Bruised Ch. 2 (Bucky x reader)

So, here’s chapter two of my latest Bucky imagine. I’m going to work on putting a shortcut to chapter one, but for the meantime just search Battered and Bruised on my profile. I hope you all have a wonderful day and enjoy! :)

Description: Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: Angst, violence

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After the sad confrontation between you and Bucky in the bathroom, you both laid in bed for the rest of the day.

“Baby?” You tilted your head up to look at him as you were laying on his chest. Your legs were tangled, his flesh arm was around your waist while his metal one was gently brushing through your hair.

“Hmm?” He responded softly, his body warm against yours, his heartbeat finally steady after sobbing for so long. He looked down at you, trying to give you a small smile.

“You know I love you, right? We’re going to get past this, it’s going to get better. And hell, I could care less if I get a million more bruises. I don’t care, because as long as I’m with you, I couldn’t be happier. Never forgot that, okay?” You brought a small smile to your lips, kissing his collarbone.

His trying smile faded. “And I love you just the same. All the more reason why it hurts me so much that I did this to you.” Tears began to well up in his eyes again. “I’m dangerous, F/N. If I hurt you again, who knows how much damage I could do.”

“I know it’s the nightmares, and I know how vivid they can be. You know I don’t blame you. It’s going to get better, you and me are going to get through this.” You snuggled up to him as close as possible.

He wanted to believe you, but there was so much fear bottled up inside of him. All he could think about were the worst case scenarios. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he seriously injured you. Bucky didn’t say anything after that, all he wanted to do was hold you as close as possible.

Neither of you got up from that bed for the rest of the day, hunger didn’t seem to reach either of you so you went on comforting Bucky, being the one person he knew would always be there.

You talked about everything. It was mostly about your relationship, how far you’ve come over the last 9 months, and all the great memories you had with him. After the many hours of laying together, talking, laughing, he finally lightened up.

“We haven’t moved from this bed since 10am.. and it’s 11:30pm.” You were giggling into his chest.

He joined in your laughter and rolled over so he was on top of you. He placed sweet kisses all over your exposed skin, earning the sound of you laughing, telling him to get off. He loved your laugh so much, it always made him crack a smile. The way your lips curled up and how your eyes sparkled sent him over the moon with adoration.

When he finally got off of you, you snuggled back into him. His steady heartbeat pulled you to sleep, leaving Bucky awake by himself.

“Goodnight my love.” He whispered into your hair before placing a gentle kiss on it.

He didn’t sleep that night, or the night after, or the night after. He was so afraid of hurting you, so afraid of what he was capable of. All he did was watch you sleep. He thought you looked so peaceful, so beautiful when you slept. He loved the way your eyes fluttered when you dreamed, but just when a smile was about to form on his face; thoughts of him doing you harm flooded his broken mind.

Silent tears would stream down his face as he held your sleeping body close to him. It went on like this for days. Every morning Bucky would wake up with even more tired eyes than the day before. You tried to coax him into getting sleep at night, but his fear was washing over him like a tidal wave.

“Baby, you can sleep. I trust you. I love you. I want you to be at peace.” It was a Saturday morning and Bucky looked exhausted. You were cupping his face in your hands, looking at him with the utmost concern.

“I won’t be at peace till I know I can fall asleep without having to worry about hurting you.” His face was hard, he was serious. You gave him a slight frown and pulled his face to yours, your lips contacting his soft ones. You kissed him sweetly when your phone rang. You annoyingly pulled away, Bucky could tell by your reaction that you didn’t want to stop. He chuckled and cracked a smile.

You grabbed your phone. It was from Steve.

It read: Gear up everyone. We have a mission. Meet in the debriefing room in 30 minutes.

“Come on, babe. Duty calls. We have a mission.” You took his hand and pulled him off the bed to go get dressed. He groaned, but complied.


“Okay, so tonight, our mission is to infiltrate the H.Y.D.R.A. headquarters to extract one of the infinity stones. They somehow found it, but it’s located in the heart of the base. We’re all going to have to work together to get it.” Steve was concerned for everyone’s safety. These evil men didn’t play nicely.

The ride on the quinjet was quiet. Everyone was getting in the zone. Bucky was slightly gripping your hand. You could tell that he was terrified to be going back into a H.Y.D.R.A. base.

“It'a going to be okay.” You whispered into his ear and kissed his temple. He gave you a shy smile, giving you a loving kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, his eyes were filled with so much love. But, as he looked away, his smile faded and fear took him over as the base came into view.

The drop door opened and everyone started to jump out. Bucky gave your hand one last squeeze before he let go and leaped out of the jet. You followed close behind and landed with your feet on the ground.

The mission seemed to be going perfectly, you were paired with Bucky. They made him your partner for every mission so in case anything related to the Winter Soldier happened, you would be there to calm him down and bring him back.

You and Bucky were almost at the middle of the base, you easily took out anyone that was in your way. You made it to the end of the hallway where the infinity stone lied and began to break the lock. You weren’t strong enough, so you switched places with Bucky. He broke the lock while you knocked out anybody that tried to get near him.

“I almost got it.” Bucky grunted out while trying to punch the lock with his metal arm.

You turned to him, “All clea-” you let out a groan as someone punched you in the gut, sending you to ground. Bucky instantly turned around at the sound. There you lay on the ground, with a gun pointed to your head.

“Come with me or I put a bullet through her pretty, little head.” The thick Russian accent of the H.Y.D.R.A. agent hung thick in the air. Bucky looked at you one more time and raised his hands. Another agent came from the side of him and hit him in the head with the butt of the gun, both your visions fading into black.


You woke up with your heading spinning. You were tied to a chair in a corner of the room, and you could feel the pain still bright in your abdomen. The only source of light was in the middle of the room, hanging above a metal table. As you strained your eyes, you saw someone chained to it. Bucky. There was dried blood on the side of his face.

“Bucky? Baby?” You groaned, the pain stretching to your ribs.

Bucky was thrashing around and immediately looked at the sound of your voice. Hope sparkled in his eyes, grateful that you were awake. “F/N, I love you. I love you so much.” It sounded like he was saying goodbye.

“No. Don’t do this. Do not be saying it like it’s goodbye, James Buchanan Barnes.” You were crying, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I love you more than you’ll ever know, but you aren’t going to do this to me. Don’t be acting this way.” He gave you a soft smile.

Then suddenly, a man burst through the door, and both of you snapped your heads up. The man had dark eyes, he was like a dark cloud rolling in. He had a notebook in his hand… with a red star on it. Bucky’s eyes went wild. The man smirked at you. He was going to make you watch, watch him suffer. You screamed, tears streaming down your face. You were yelling at Bucky to not give in, to be strong, but everything around him drowned out. You cried out that if he couldn’t, it was okay. That you loved him, that you wouldn’t blame him.

All Bucky focused on was the man with the notebook. The man in front of him smirked, throwing it down on the table, the sound echoing like a bomb in the room.

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Nightmares and New Toys - Carl Grimes x Reader

Lorelai talks very maturely for her age, but this isn’t something I’ve just made up as an excuse for her to talk like a five year old. When you have older siblings and cousins then it’s easier to pick up information. Say the kid wants to keep up with their five older siblings who are all older than six, the child has to learn everything faster. I know many kids who have gone through this. 

Request: @livelikethereisnomidnight (The link isn’t working so I really hope you get to see this!)

Summary: Carl and the Reader are older and have two children. Their daughter Lorelai has a nightmare and needs her father to cheer her up.

Characters: The Reader, Carl, Lorelai and Glenham

POV: Second Person

Warnings: Fluff and lots of cuteness

Nightmares and New Toys

It was two in the morning when you woke up to the sound of crying. Immediately you jumped up in your bed and grabbed the pistol you kept on the nightstand. Feverishly searching around your room for an intruder, only to lay eyes on your husband, Carl. He was running to the door, hastily while trying to put on his night pants. This would have been the moment when you yelled at him for never listening to you and putting clothes on after you had sex, but you were focused on the crying that you now identified as your daughter.

“Carl, what happened?” You asked, but he was already down the hallway in her room. Following after him you practically flew into the room, praying to God that the cause of her tears wouldn’t be a monstrous creature tearing her soft flesh from her little bones. To your relief, you walked in to see her crying into Carl’s shoulder. He was rubbing her back and whispering into her ear.

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s okay, daddy’s here now. I love you my little Lorelai.” Lorelai continued to cry into his shoulder,

“D-d-daddy, t-the m-monster e-eaten y-you a-and mo-mommy.” You ran over to her, she must have had a bad dream.

“Baby, no. Daddy and I are right here, we’re okay. Lorelai, you’re safe, we all are.” She stayed, a tiny little thing enveloped in Carl’s big arms. Her arms squeezed around his neck,

“Mommy, they took you from me.” You looked at Carl and he gave you a sad smile. You knew what he was asking. He wanted you to let Lorelai sleep in your bed, something you had dealt with for nearly three years. You were done with letting her kick you off your own bed, but seeing how upset she was you nodded at Carl and he smiled brightly.

“Hey, babygirl. Do you want to lay in mommy and daddy’s bed.” She picked her head up from his shoulder and looked at him,

“Mhmm. I want to lay with you and mommy.” He rubbed the back of her head in his hand and you wiped the tears from her cheeks. Carl handed you Lorelai and you went back into your bedroom, only to find your son laying under three layers of blankets. You smiled at Carl,

“It doesn’t seem like we’re getting any sleep.” He chuckled.

“It’s okay, I got a shift at seven.” You set Lorelai on the bed and tucked her under the covers next to Glenham. Carl sat down next to Glenham and kissed his forehead. “Hey, buddy. What are you doing here?” Glenham stretched his arms and yawned.

“I heard you guys were up and I wanted to get up, too.” You scoffed.

“Bubby, we’re up because Lorelai had a bad dream.” He looked over at her and hugged her.

“No, Lorelai, don’t cry. Don’t cry, little sister.” You put your hand over your chest and looked up at Carl. He mouthed to you, ‘He’s so sweet’. You nodded and got under the covers.

“Lorelai, you okay now?” She frowned and shook her head at you. You thought about what would cheer her up. She loved ice cream, but it was not even three in the morning. She loved playing with Glenham and Hershel on the little swings Rick installed, but it was too early to be waking everyone up with the sound of their cackling laughter. What about blueberry muffins. The other day Carl found a powdered box of muffin mix so you made them yesterday. No one was allowed to eat them because you were saving them for the party Rick and Michonne were throwing for everyone, but you could always make more.

“Would you feel better if daddy got you a muffin.” She practically shot up from the bed,

“Yes, yes, yes! Daddy, get me a muffin!” She squealed, zealously. You giggled as Carl groaned.

“Baby, why me? Why can’t you go get them?” You gave him a mischievous smirk and reached over top of Lorelai and Glenham and gave him a teasing kiss on the cheek. It was soft, but full of desire and it lasted just long enough to get him going, but not long enough to satisfy his lust.

“You’re going to go get them muffins because mommy knows daddy wants to play with mommy’s toys. If daddy doesn’t, mommy won’t let daddy touch her toys, ever again.” Carl virtually fell off the bed and raced down the stairs. You fell on the bed laughing hysterically.

“Mommy, you have new toys? I want to play with them.” Glenham exclaimed with a smiled.

“Yeah, I want to play with them, too.” Lorelai shouted. Your eyes became the size of cantaloupes. What could you say? You couldn’t exactly tell your children they couldn’t play with your toys because that would more incest and sexual abuse. They didn’t know what most of that sentence meant. They were toddlers.

“Bubby’s, I was just kidding. I don’t have any new toys, but I promise when I go on the run tomorrow with Grandpa Rick, Grandma Michonne and Auntie Judith we’ll definitely get you new toys.” They both frowned.

“Mommy, that’s too bad. I really wanted to play with your new toys.” Lorelai said with her arms crossed.

“Yeah, but daddy’s bringing you muffins. Doesn’t that sound yummy?” You asked.

“Yay!” They shouted. As if on cue Carl walked in the room with a plate of muffins. He sat on the bed and the kids immediately grabbed a muffin scarfing it down.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Guys, you must really be hungry, you’re eating like walkers.” You giggled and hugged him.

“I love you.” He kissed the side of your head.

“I love you, too. Now, let’s get them back to bed.” With full bellies, the kids fell back asleep and you and Carl followed suit.

“Y/N, babe. Hey, wake up, I have to go.” It was Carl, he was shaking your arm. You yawned and stretched your arms over your head.

“Hey, you’re leaving now?” He nodded, you sat up and looked over at Lorelai and Glenham.

“They’re still asleep, just let them.” He whispered and you nodded. Looking into his eyes in a moment of silence you cupped the back of his neck in your hand. Your fingers dancing on the silky waves that fell effortlessly from his head. He raised his hand and wrapped one of his arms around you, the other rested on your cheek, slowly stroking your smooth skin. Unable to take the tension you brought his lips to yours, melding them together in heavenly bliss. The arm around your waist lowered as he cupped your ass, pulling you into his lap. His tongue circled yours, enlisting a moan from deep in your throat. Your hips began to gyrate into his unintentionally, but neither of you were against it.

“Mommy?” Lorelai asked. You finally realized you were dry-humping your husband in the same bed as your children and you scurried away from him. Carl practically leapt from the bed.

“Hey, baby girl. Did you sleep well?” You asked her, pulling your shirt down from where Carl had accidentally pushed it up. She rubbed her eyes and sat up.

“No nightmares?” Asked Carl, from the corner of the room. Lorelai nodded ‘yes’ and Carl walked back over to the bed in front of . “Good, baby I have to go now so give me a kiss.” He said puckering his lips out to her. Lorelai screamed,

“No, daddy! Don’t go! Daddy, please stay!” You and Carl looked at each other, surprised. Carl got in the middle of the bed and pulled her into his arms.

“Baby, don’t cry. Hey, it’s okay.”

“Then don’t go, daddy!” She cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. He cradled her and started to sing,

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy”

You layed down on the bed in a curled up ball. His voice was cracked and hoarse, but it was beautiful in its own way. The way he held her was mesmerizing, his love for her evident in the tightness of his hug. You just watched, as he looked into her eyes with more love for one human being than you had ever seen before.

“When skies are gray

You’ll never know dear

How much, I love you

So please don’t take

My sunshine away”

When he finished she was gingerly touching his cheeks, smiling at his beautiful blue eyes. He made a face and she started to giggle.

“Daddy! You’re so silly!” You smiled at the adorable action. They were so sweet together.

“I am, but baby I have to go now. Can you let me?” She frowned and crossed her arms.

“Fine daddy,” She paused. “But under one condition, you bring me more muffins.”

“I can do that.” He said as he bent down to kiss her nose. She giggled under his gentle touch and he sat her back down on the bed.

“Bye daddy, bring me muffins.” She said, bouncing on the bed.

“Bye my baby, I love you.” He said with a sad smile.

“I love you, too.” She responded happily. You got up off the bed and walked to him. He pulled you in by your waist and kissed you.

“I love you, Carl.”

“I love you, too.” You smiled at each other and he suddenly gave you a mischievous smirk.

“Can we set up some playtime tonight, you did promise me.” You scoffed and put a hand over your heart.

“I promise you nothing,” He frowned. “But I don’t see why not. I’m nice about sharing my toys.” He chuckled and brought your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“Daddy? What are you doing? Go get my muffins.” You and Carl started howling at Lorelai. She was adorable.

“Fine, I’m going. Love you guys, see you soon.” Carl said, defensive. You shook your head in disbelief and hugged him.

“Have fun.” He gave you a questioning look and walked out the door.

“I won’t have fun until I get to play with your toys.” You giggled as he lept down the stairs and out the door. Wow, it was going to be hard to wait for him to get back.

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A/N: An anon request for a fic where the reader is pregnant with Spencer’s baby. She babysits for JJ on occasion, and one day, Spencer comes to pick him up instead of JJ. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch

                                                               —-

“Y/N, if that baby is-” JJ started before you cut her off.

You’d heard it before. Spencer and you ended on not great terms. He was constantly away on cases and you were tired of always playing second fiddle to his job, so when you found out you were pregnant a month after that, you didn’t tell him. Rarely did you go out with his friends anymore, but in the event of an emergency you would babysit Henry for JJ. “Look, I get that he’s your friend, but this is my decision. I want this baby, and there’s no one else. It’s his. But I can’t have him walk in and out of our lives whenever. This baby deserves some consistency and he’s always on a case.”

“That’s what we do,” she said exasperatedly. 

Sighing, you shrugged your shoulders. “I know. I get that and I think it’s very admirable, but you can’t always have your cake and eat it too. I would never ask Spencer to quit his job because I know he loves it, but he would never move his schedule around to be home with me more often. I can’t give this baby the promise of having a father and then have him stay in the office late or give himself 100 percent to work. We deserve him too.” You patted your stomach, picturing what it would be like if you could have a happy family, but you shook it off. Spencer was too wrapped up in his job. “Eventually I’ll tell him, but not right now. I don’t need anymore stress.”

She shook her head. “I know you don’t,” she replied, pressing her hand to her head. “But he has a right to know he’s going to be a father. Things have changed since you two broke up. I think he’s realizing what he really wants. He would probably be willing now - to change things.”

“That’s great,” you said honestly. “But right now, my first responsibility is this baby and I don’t need probably. I need definitely…Please don’t tell him.”

“It’s not my place,” she said. “But I still think you’re making the wrong decision.” You’d just have to agree to disagree. With a smile, she turned around and said goodbye to Henry. You had a fun day planned with him. Just the thing to get your mind off Spencer.

                                                              —-

You home?

JJ had to rush out earlier because Will had been hit in the line of duty. It was a minor flesh wound, but she wanted to go see him, and didn’t want Henry to have to see his father that way just yet. You texted back, saying that you’d just gotten home with Henry after a walk in the park. 

Look, I’m sorry, but Will had some complications. He really wants to see Henry and I can’t leave him…I sent Spencer to pick him up.

The heat rose in your face. You didn’t want to yell at her because her husband was in a bad spot, but you were furious. 

Are you fucking kidding me, JJ? Couldn’t you send anyone else?

Minutes later, she texted back. 

He was the closest. I’m sorry, Y/N.

God, you needed a breather. JJ was one of your closest friends, but you were absolutely going to need to have a conversation with her once you knew Will was okay. The next ten minutes slogged by. This was not the way you wanted to tell him. Then a knock at the door. “Who is it?”

“Y/N?” Spencer asked softly. “I forgot you were babysitting for JJ. She sent me to bring him over to the hospital.”

“I told him that. He’s getting ready,” you called through the door. 

Again, he knocked, asking to be let in. “Y/N, can I come in while I wait?” he laughed. Granted, you didn’t end on great terms, but he thought the least you could do was talk to him face to face. “I know we didn’t end on the best terms, but you’ve got to be kidding me.”

Angrily, you opened the door, quickly spinning around to give yourself an extra second to compose yourself. “We should be able to talk to each other, Y/N.” You turned toward him, his gaze immediately dropping to your stomach. “You’re…? Is it…?”

You said nothing. It was only six months earlier that you’d broken up. You were about four and a half months along. He stepped toward you and you instinctively stepped back, shielding yourself from more pain.”Were you ever going to tell me?” he asked, his eyes welling with tears.

“When the baby was born,” you said softly. “I figured you never wanted to switch up your work schedule for me, so why would you do it for me and baby? You obviously wanted a commitment on your own terms, and I had my own terms.”

“That’s my baby,” he said angrily. “I made that just as much as you. If you weren’t going to have it, I would never have known, but you were just going to have this baby and never tell me I was a father? How could you?” His lips quivered as his hand came up to his mouth.

With a wall of tears obstructing your own vision, you turned around and told Henry as calmly as you could to gather his things so he could go see his daddy. “You never made me a priority,” you said sadly. “How am I supposed to expect you’d make this baby a priority? This baby is my priority now.”

“Hi, Uncle Spencer,” Henry said happily as he walked out of the room, completely unaware of the gravity of the situation he was walking into. A strained smile formed on Spencer’s face as he picked up his nephew. 

Picking up your own things, you locked up JJ’s place and started down the stairs. “Y/N, where are you going?” he asked, coming down after you with Henry in his arms. “We need to talk about this?”

“We have nothing to talk about Spencer,” you said. “Take Henry to the hospital.” You leaned in and gave the little boy a kiss on the cheek. “Bye, sweet boy. Say hi to daddy for me.”

Before Spencer could say anything else, you hopped into your own car and pulled away from the curb, clutching at your stomach and silently promising the little person inside you that Daddy wouldn’t hurt them the way he’d hurt you. 

We All Want Love - Chapter One

Roman Reigns/OC

Authors Note: Esperanza meets the Big Dog for the first time. He comes back to her for a second meeting. (Line in the Sand will be updated between monday and Tuesday)

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February 25, 2017

Atlanta, Ga – Philips Arena

5:30 p.m.

 

“Hurry up, Es! You’re gonna make us late.”

Esperanza Ortiz rolled her eyes at her sixteen-year-old sister, Kyla, and continued to look through emails on her phone. She knew that she would regret buying these tickets for the WWE Live event. Kyla was a big fan of wrestling thanks to her father, so she was more than excited when Esperanza revealed she had gotten them front row tickets and meet and greet passes.

“Kyla, I’m about to say forget it and go back home if you keep it up,” Esperanza huffed as they stood outside the doors of the arena. “If I don’t find the email with the tickets, you won’t be doing anything.”





Kyla pouted but chose to stay quiet. She realized that she was being a brat so she dialed it back. Her energy was all over the place as she looked around at all the other fans dressed in their favorite superstars gear. For the event tonight she went with her Balor Club shirt, even though she knew Finn Balor wouldn’t be in attendance it was the only shirt she had that had yet to be broken in at an event.

Once Esperanza found the email, she entered the arena with Kyla right behind her. They walked around until they found the meet and greet check in. There were a few fans ahead of the sisters, the line moved quickly though. The arena employee asked for their tickets, scanned them and wished them well on their meet and greet. As they walked backstage, following the signs Kyla could barely contain her excitement and nervousness. Esperanza hadn’t told her who would be involved in the meet and greet and she couldn’t find the information on line so ti was truly a surprise to her.

Esperanza stopped before they could enter the room the meet and greet would take place in. She looked her little sister straight into her eyes as she spoke. “Don’t embarrass me and start that screaming stuff, Ky.”

Kyla wanted to deny that she would do anything like that but it would be a lie on her part. She knew she planned on screaming. The only thing she could do was assure Esperanza that she would try.

Mike Rome greeted them as they entered the room, showing them the way in which they would meet the superstars then handed them their special gear. He sent them on their way to the line, this time Kyla was waiting patiently as she looked though her bag squealing to herself.

“You’re not gonna look through your bag?” Kyla asked with her face in her bag.

“No, I’m not. I only came for you,” she said looking around the room, “Whatever is in here, you can have, Boogie.”

Without wasting any time, Kyla through her arms around her big sister’s waist to which Esperanza shoved her off playfully. All that mattered to Esperanza was that her sister was happy, if Kyla’s happy, she would force herself to sit through the show.

“Oh my God! Is that Seth? That’s Seth freakin’ Rollins, Es!”

Esperanza cut her eyes at her sister, she knew there would be screaming even if Kyla said she would try. She watched with a small smile as her sister ran over to the table the superstar sat behind. Forgetting the rules, Kyla went behind the table and threw her arms around him. He laughed heartily at her actions, holding his hand up to the security guard who was about to peel her off him. Esperanza snapped a few pictures and a video of the hug, knowing Kyla would want them later. Kyla finally released him then moved back to the other side of the table, sliding him her program to sign.

“Ma’am, you could step over here. We’ll make sure to get you back to Seth’s table.”

Esperanza nodded, she would get whoever’s autograph she could for Kyla. At least she was calm enough to do it. As she approached the table she looked inside her bag for the program, pulling it out and sliding it on the table towards the superstar. When she looked up from the table she was face to face with big brown eyes and a smile. She recognized him from the many pay per views and Monday Night Raw episodes that Kyla had made her sit through.

“What’s up, baby girl. What’s your name,” he asked smiling at her from his seat.

“Esperanza. But it’s for my sister whose too busy fangirling over there,” she laughed pointing Kyla out to him.

“Right,” he laughed. He looked down at the program then back to her still smiling. “Don’t know what page I’m on?”

She shrugged lightly, knowing she didn’t know. “I probably would if I knew your name.”

“Ouch,” he joked clutching his chest, “You don’t know my name, huh? Guess you’ve never seen me wrestle then.”

“No, I’ve seen you wrestle,” she admitted softly. “My sister makes me watch sometimes. She’s a real big fan of all of this.” He put his focus on the program, turning it to the right page then signed it. Esperanza watched him, debating on whether it would be weird or not if she took pictures. Seconds later, the program was turned back to her, his big hand holding it open on the right page. “Roman Reigns,” she said as she laughed.



“In the flesh, baby.” He smiled up at her. “So now that you know my name, you’re gonna cheer for me. Right?”

“We’ll see. Maybe I will, maybe I’ll cheer for Seth over there.”

“So you know who he is but not me? I’m hurt, Esperanza.”

“She only knows because I told her,” Kyla sassed cutting into their conversation. She had watched the interaction between him and her sister. Her first reaction was too squeal when she saw him but she didn’t want her sister upset with her or mess up their conversation.

“Well, then that means she’s free to cheer for me.” He joked. “You must be the sister?”

“Sister and a big fan. I can’t believe, I’m meeting you right now.” She said frantically pushing her program on the table. Esperanza grabbed her own program up and stuffed it back into her bag then stood aside to take picture. “Thank you so much for signing this,” Kyla said putting her program away, “Can we take a picture, please?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He stood and moved around to the front of the table as Kyla handed Esperanza her phone. Esperanza took a few photos before they were told to wrap it up so the next fan could get their time. Kyla hugged him again, grinning from ear to ear before they started to move away. “I think we forgot a picture,” he called after them. Esperanza looked confused as Kyla pushed her back towards him. “Couldn’t forget your picture. Not after I’ve won you over as a fan.” He whispered as they waited for Kyla to take the picture.

“Thanks, Roman.” Esperanza said politely.


 

The show had drug one for Esperanza, she texted with her best friends in their group chat and scrolled though her social media while the show went on. A few of the heels took noticed in how into her phone was and took it upon themselves to mess with her. Dragging their finger down her screen, snatching her phone as she was taking selfies to take one of themselves and shouting for her and everyone else to pay attention to them. Kyla loved it while Esperanza found it annoying.

JoJo announced the main event, Braun Strowman and then Roman Reigns. He came down the ramp as she had seen on the Raw episodes. Unbothered by the boos and overwhelmed by the cheers. He smiled and looked to a few fans as he made his way to the ring. Kyla screamed his name as she leaned over the barricade to get his attention. As he made his way to the steel steps, he noticed Kyla and Esperanza sending a wink their way. The action pushed Kyla overboard with excitement, she pulled on Esperanza’s arm repeatedly.

“He winked at us! Did you see that?”

“Of course I saw it, Kyla. Just calm down, it’s a part of his little thing.”

“It is most definitely not! He was probably winking at you,” Kyla teased nudging her sister, “I saw how he looked at you.” Esperanza scoffed at her sister then went back to her texts. “You promised to cheer for him, put the phone away.”

 

“I did not, Kyla. I’m sure he wouldn’t notice if I didn’t cheer for him.”

 

“C’mon! Just enjoy this with me please?”

Esperanza found herself intrigued with the match going on in front of her. There were moments that made her flinch and glad that she wasn’t either man. Her and Kyla joined in on the chants in support of him, she had to admit he was a great performer in person. Not to mention the most attractive man she had seen in a long time.

With a quick pin, Roman picked up the win. Braun made his exit from the ring while Roman did his posturing in the ring. He made rounds to the fans at the barricades, leaving Esperanza’s side for last. Whe he approached them, he was dripping sweat, smiling as he pinned up his hair. “Enjoy the show,” he asked as he signed a young fan’s poster. Kyla touched his arm to get his attention, smiling when he looked at her. “Little sister,” he yelled over the noise of the fans, “And big sister.” Limited with his time, he snatched Esperanza’s phone pulling up her camera to take a selfie with her and then one with Kyla. After bidding them good night, he continued making his rounds until he got to the top of the ramp.

 

“That was freakin’ amazing, Es! You are literally the best!”

 

From the moment the sisters exited the arena to the time they got to Esperanza’s downtown condo, Kyla talked nonstop about the event. The traffic made what would have been a ten-minute drive, turned into a thirty minute drive. A long ride for Esperanza’s ears to be talked off.  

 

“Alright, Ky. I get it. You’re excited,” Esperanza sighed as they entered the condo. She was beyond tired, the event had made her a lot more tired than she thought it would and the thought of having to get up the next morning to open the bakery added on. “Go upload your pictures or something. I’ll fix us something to eat.” After throwing keys into the bowl that sat on the table near the door and kicking off her shoes, Esperanza headed for the kitchen with Kyla behind her. She thought her little sister would want to go to her room and do it, just so she wouldn’t continuously go on and on about the event.

 

“You and Roman look so cute, sis. I’m definitely posting this one.” Kyla squealed as she hopped up into the chair at the kitchen island.

 

“Oh no ma’am. You most definitely won’t. I know how you Tumblr girls are,” she said giving a mock look of disgust. “You post that and those girls will have a heart attack and start posting that picture everywhere. Nope, not happening.”

 

“You’re no fun. We’re so not like that, we’re good people.”

 

“I honestly don’t even know why you’re on there. I know what those Tumblr girls do.” Esperanza accused narrowing her eyes at his sister. After another glare, she went to grab the bag of grilled chicken and vegetables from the refrigerator to cute them up while Kyla sat quietly going through all the pictures to choose which pictures she liked and which she hated.

 

Even though she had told her not to, Kyla tweeted the two picture they had taken together to the superstar.

 

 

After their late dinner, Esperanza cleaned up the kitchen and sent Kyla off to her bedroom to shower and relax. The next day, they both had to be up to open up Esperanza’s bakery, Frosted Crown. In the agreement she made with her parents to allow Kyla to move from Savannah with them to Atlanta with her, Kyla had to work as much as Esperanza needed her to. Which she allowed her to do as often as she could to keep money in her sister’s pockets. As she washed the few dishes they dirtied, her phone vibrated loudly on the island and Mommy flashed on her screen. She dried her hands and quickly answered the call putting it on speaker before going back to the dishes.

 

“Hey mommy,” Esperanza greeted sweetly.

 

“ Hola hija. ¿Que esta pasando?”

 

“Nothing much. Just sent Ky upstairs. What’s going on down on your end?”

 

“Nada, esperando a tu padre para llegar a casa,” she said with a laugh.

 

“Where’s he at,” she asked cutting the water off and placing the dishes in the dish washer. Esperanza liked to clean her dishes before allowing the machine to do so. It was a habit she picked up from her mother.

 

Her mother sighed harshly, making Esperanza snicker a little to herself. She loved to rile her up. “Girl, if I wanted to talk to you in English, don’t you think I would?”

 

“Sorry, mommy. It’s a habit.”

 

“Mmhm. Where’s that sister of yours? She hasn’t called your father in three days, you know?”

 

“She’s been busy with school and her practices, mommy. I’m sure it’s not on purpose,” Esperanza assured her taking the phone off speaker and putting the phone to her ear. “She’ll probably be calling him in a little while to tell him about the wrestling show I took her to.”

 

“Oh chica. Why do you and your father insist on supporting her watching that violence? She doesn’t need that.” She started to mumble in her native language at the thought. Even though Yasmine Harris had been in the US since she was a child her accent was still as thick as her parents’. It was even thicker when she got angry, it was almost funny to Esperanza.

 

“Mommy, she likes it. And its harmless. Its not like she wants to wrestle, she still wants to be a doctor, I promise.”

 

“Yeah, yeah. Have you spoken to your papi and nana, hija? They call looking for you, you know.”

 

Esperanza could hear the disappointment in her mother’s voice. She didn’t want to disappoint her but it was hard to talk to them. Whenever they spoke, they brought up her biological father who was killed twenty-six years ago when she was three years old and how much she resembles him. It wasn’t that she didn’t like to hear that, she just didn’t like bring Pablo up because she was so young when he died she barely remembered him and that made her angry. Her mother’s husband and Kyla’s father, Walter, had taken care of her since she was nine years old and she appreciated him for he was her father figure. But he couldn’t replace the father she had lost.

 

“I’ll call, mommy. I’ve just been busy.” She shrugged dragging her body upstairs. After cutting on the alarm, she poked her head into Kyla’s bedroom finding her lying across her bed, phone in hand and a smile on her face. “Ky, you need to call pop before you go to sleep.” Kyla nodded barely looking up from her phone. “I mean it, Ky. If you don’t call, I’m sending you back.” With that she left the room, closing the door up tightly.

 

“Look at you soundin’ like a big sister. You don’t know how glad I was when you grew out of that little only child thing you had going on.” Yasmine laughed into the receiver. “That girl adores you though.”

 

“Don’t I know it,” Esperanza sighed.

 

The mother and daughter carried on their conversation as she removed her make-up, pinned her hair up and got ready for bed. Meanwhile in the bedroom just down the hall, Kyla was fully prepared to call her father when she got a Twitter direct message notification. She covered her mouth when she who it was from.

 

 

 

After messaging back and forth with Joe for a little while, she settled down enough to call her father and tell him about her evening excluding the direct messages. She wanted to keep the surprise under wraps for her sister. Her sister was always doing things for her, she wanted to do something for Esperanza for a change. Joe would be her something.

 

February 26, 2017

Downtown Atlanta – Frosted Crown Bakery

11:45 am








The bakery was buzzing just as it does any other Sunday. On Sundays, the bakery was usually filled with families and small children.  Esperanza stood behind the wrap around counter helping her two of her pipers finish the four dozen cupcakes that had just come out the oven. She didn’t plan on staying all day, just long enough to do inventory so that she could make her order for the week and do payroll. She rarely stayed from open to close anymore, that was the reason she hired three managers—one to open, one for md shifts and the other to close. After being open for four years, Esperanza was proud of her store, her baby. Her parents and best friends had tried to talk her into opening another location but she was weary. She didn’t want to open another in be in over her head. Kyla was working the front counter, taking and calling orders. Her favorite thing to do in the bakery There was a stool for her to sit up on and a great spot to see any cute boy that walked by or came inside.

“Little sister. Good to see you again,” Joe greeted leaning on the counter in front of her.

Kyla squealed to herself, unable to believe her eyes. Even though he had basically told her he would stop by, he didn’t think he would actually come.

“Oh my gosh, Joe. You came,” she gushed looking around to see if anyone noticed him. Which no one did. “You want me to get my sister?”


“Mmm, not yet. What’s her favorite item in here?” He asked looking at the large menu on the wall then the sweets in trays behind the Plexiglas.


 “Um, she likes the Cookie and Brownie Sundae with strawberr sauce.”

“Great let me get that and,” he drug out still looking around, “A Triple Scoop Sundae, 2 chocolate scoops and a cookies and cream scoop. Chocolate sauce and nuts on top.”

Kyla smirked as she selected the items on the touchscreen in front of her. She took a second to glance back at her sister who was consumed with icing the cupcakes. “Is that all for you today?” She asked politely.

“Can you eat while you work,” he asked politely. She nodded and he told her to add whatever she wanted which was a chocolate chip cookie sandwich. “Have your sister bring it out to me, would ya?”

 

After he paid, Joe went to find a table away from the throng of patrons then waved to Kyla letting her know where he was seated. She gave him a thumb up then turned to get the order ready herself, since there were no other customers in line. She put her treat away then quickly went to work on both sundaes.

“You’re supposed to be on the register, Ky. What’re you doing?” Esperanza asked when she came over to put the cupcakes on display.

“A customer asked me specifically to fix their order,” she explained smiling from ear to ear. “And they asked specifically for you to bring it to them, Es.”

It wasn’t an unheard-of request, a lot of patrons wanted to meet the face behind the recipes that had them coming back. She was flattered by the over pour of support and encouragement. She never became irritated or annoyed by their requests. Whenever she could, she showed her face to them and made sure to get to know them as best she could. Kyla told her the table number then sent Esperanza on her way.


“Alright, you had a Triple Scoop Sundae and a Cookie and Brownie Sundae, which is my favorite,” she laughed setting each glass bowl on the table.

“In that case you should sit down and join me, Big Sister.”

Esperanza’s head snapped up at the voice, she recognized it but she didn’t think she would hear it again. His warm smile brought a smile to her face that she couldn’t. From her seat at the register, Kyla watched their interaction and ate her cookie sandwich, wishing she could hear what they were saying.



“Are you following me, Roman Reigns?” She asked still standing beside the table.

 

“Call me Joe, Doll,” he told her sliding his sundae towards him, “I heard you had a bakery and I wanted to come check it out before I head out. I hear you make everything from scratch.” She could only nod as she watched him put a big spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. A soft content groan rumbled in his throat, Esperanza couldn’t ignore the tingle it had brought on. “Little sister told me you like that. Sit down and eat with me. You deserve a break, Doll.”

Reluctantly, she sat down opposite him staring down at the frozen treat in front of her then across the table at Joe. While the bakery was buzzing with kids’ laughter and their parents’ conversations the only thing Esperanza could focus on was Joe. It had been a while since a man that was worthwhile perused her, Esperanza didn’t fall for game easily thanks to her stepfather, Walter, so any man who approached her had to do so respectfully or she became uninterested quickly.

“How did you know I had this place? You don’t even know my last name.” She scooped some of her sundae daintily into her mouth while she awaited his answer.

Joe looked around her towards the register where Kyla was giving him a thumbs up and smiled at her, “I’ve got my sources. And they never let me down.”

“Right so what do you want,” she asked. “You didn’t come here for nothing, Joe.”

“I just wanted to see you before I left. Maybe get your number so I could get to know you a little better is all. If that’s okay with you, pretty girl.” Esperanza huffed at his response. It would do for the moment, she couldn’t tell if he was being honest or not but she would continue with their conversation until she knew either way. “You don’t have a man, do you? I don’t want to step on any toes.”

“No toes to step on over here, Joe. I’ve been single for a little while.”

“A beauty like you is single,” he smiled mixing his ice cream a bit, “God is in my corner after all.”

“That’s cute. But don’t think cuteness is gonna get you my number, Joe. You gotta work for it,” she told him quietly.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Doll. I’m confident that in my abilities.”

<i>His abilities.</i> She thought to herself. Esperanza wondered what kinds of abilities hid behind his boyish smile and charm. There was a savage somewhere inside of him, she was sure of it. A side of him that no one knew about.

 

“When do you leave Atlanta,” she asked pushing her bowl away.

“I was supposed to leave this morning but I convinced my travel buddies to push the time back. It’s only a five hour drive,” he explained wiping his face with his napkin. “And we don’t have to be there until tomorrow anyways.”

“You’re already changing for me.” She assessed with a smile on her face.

 

“You could say that. I’m just trying to fit you into my schedule. There’s always room for a beautiful woman like yourself, Esperanza.” She blushed at his comment, looking away so he couldn’t see the Cheshire grin on her face. Joe watched her look around at the other patrons before bringing her gaze back to him. “Esperanza? That’s Hispanic I’m sure but what’s your nationality?”

“Dominican, Joe. Why? Do you think I look exotic or something, “she sassed leaning on the table.

“Any woman of color is beautiful to me, babygirl. Being exotic has nothing to do with it, I asked because I was curious.”

 “Mmhm, so what are you?”

 He laughed propping his arms up on the table, leaning on it as she was doing. “Samoan and Italian. Why do I look exotic,” he asked mocking her. Esperanza laughed as she watched his big brown eyes watching her carefully. It was taking everything for Joe not to laugh, he wanted her to think he was serious but failing miserably.


“Okay, okay,” she surrendered still laughing, “Italian huh? I knew the Samoan part but not that. Do you speak Italian?”

 Looking around once more, Joe smiled at her and motioned for her to move closer to him. She discreetly scooted her chair closer to him until she was practically beside him. Joe leaned down to her ear, putting his hand on her thigh. “Naturalmente l'amore.” His smooth baritone voice sent chills down her spine, he smiled seeing the goosebumps that appeared on her skin. “So tell me, Tesoro. Do you speak Spanish?” It was Esperanza’s turn to move in closer to him. She repeated his actions, putting her hand on the side of his face instead of his thigh bringing his face to hers. “Por supuesto que sí, papi.”

“My Spanish is rusty as hell but I understood that last word. That word will get you in trouble if you’re not careful,” he whispered pulling back to look into her eyes.  

“Quizás me gusta problemas,” she whispered pulling her hand away from his face. “Maybe I like trouble.”

Just as Joe opened his mouth to respond, his phone started to ring in his pocket. He apologized as he pulled it out, knowing exactly who was on the phone. The conversation was brief but it changed Joe’s mood. The humor and excitement had dwindle from his eyes a bit replaced with some sadness.

“My travel buddies are calling. Apparently their done with their shopping’,” he shrugged smiling over at Esperanza. “I’ve gotta get going.”

“No worries. Maybe I’ll see you around.” Esperanza stood from her seat, Joe following suit. He grabbed her hands then pulled her into a hug. “Thank you for the treat.”

“It’s nothing, Doll. I’d love to talk to you more though. Did I make a good enough impression to get your number?”

“Mmm, I dunno. You didn’t really have a lot of time. Maybe next time.” She grabbed his hands giving them a tight squeeze before letting them fall from her grasps. “If you found me once, you can find me again. See you when I see you.”


With that she walked away from him, heading back to her spot behind the counter. Joe watched helplessly as she switched her wide hips away from him. He planned on getting her if it was the last thing he did. Something about her drew him in, she was a challenge he was up for. Joe sent Kyla a wave before heading out the door to meet his travel buddies, Jon Dean Ambrose Good and Joel Samoa Joe, by their rental.

Please, Malia?

Male Tate x Female!Reader
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Author: T 💕
Request: “Can you do Teen Wolf one shot where the reader is really frustrated and horny and Malia is being really aggressive and is teasing her and they end up having hardcore sex????”
Warnings: Smutty af, Lesbian sex, fingering, oral, public teasing, aggressive Malia (I feel like that needs to be a warning), language, hardcore smut, nsfw gif.
Author’s Note: I think I would sleep with Malia Tate tbh😂

       I shot up from my sleep with sweat rolling down my face, my heart hammering in my chest, and my panties wet enough to drown a small group of toddlers.
       I just woke up from a wet dream about my girlfriend. Malia and I have been together since shortly after her and Stiles broke up.
       I don’t know what it is this early in the morning, but my sweet and innocent dream about the girl that I loved took a sudden turn and became the filthiest and wettest dream imaginable. The clock on my phone said that it was 6:30 in the morning, so I opted for a shower to try to soothe my sexual frustration.
       I stripped down to nothing and turned on the water. I heard my phone buzz on my counter. I groaned when I saw it was from my girlfriend. Well, “groaned” is the wrong word. It was more of a moan.

       My WereCUTEote: Good morning, baby! How are you?💟💟

       I sighed. “No need to lie to her.” I thought. I picked up my phone and began to text my girlfriend​ back.

       Me: Super duper horny and frustrated if you want to know the truth.

       As soon as I pressed send, I thought of how personal that really was. Yes, Malia is my girlfriend, but that may have been something I should have kept to myself. The counter echoed the buzz from my phone when Malia texted back.

       My WereCUTEote: Can I see?😋😏

       For as long as the two of us had been dating, neither Malia nor I have sent nudes to the other. I felt my arousal literally drip down my thighs as I sat on the counter and opened my legs, snapping a picture.

       Me: See, Malia? That’s because I was thinking of you.

My WereCUTEote: ….Oh, wow, baby. That got me going too. Can you hurry up so that I can see you?

        I moaned loudly and sped through my morning routine and ran out to my car so that I could get to the High School as fast as I could.

        I parked my car in park outside of the school and took a few minutes to breath. I got out of the car and wwas oushed against the door, the metal making my skin cold. “Good morning, babygirl. I missed.” Malia put one hand on my waist and the other on my thigh, moving it upward slowly.

       I pushed a moan back, but I knew that Malia could smell the sexual tension, even without her superhuman senses. “H-Hi, babe. I missed you too.”

        Without any warning, Malia cupped my core through my thin leggings and stroked my clit roughly. I put my head back on the car window and ground into Malia’s palm. My mouth hung open and I panted loudly. The knot in my lower abdomen was seconds away from bursting. Malia’s fingers continued to move over my swollen clit with such pleasure I could hardly stand it.

         “Malia,” I moaned to my girlfriend. “Fuck, Mal, I’m gonna cum…don’t stop…” I braced myself for an orgasm that I knew would leave me a mess.

        As my orgasm came up, Malia took her hand away, making me whine. “I said don’t stop.”

        “I know what you said. I heard you.” She smirked, taking my hand, walking us to where the rest of our friends were standing before the first bell rang.

        Multiple people said “hi’s” and “hello’s”, but all I could do was stare my girlfriend down as she smiled and acted like nothing was wrong. I didn’t actually realize how long I was staring daggers at her until Lydia said something about it. Malia just laughed and told everyone that I was just “angry and frustrated”.

        “That’s one way to say it.” Scott laughed, knowing exactly what she meant.

        The bell for first period rang and we all migrated to class. And, just as my luck would have it, my first period was the same as Malia’s, and we sat next to eachother. I could do this. It’s Friday, just a few classes to get through and then I could spend the entire weekend at Malia’s house. Malia sat next to me and put her hand on my leg like she did every day. It’s only an issue now because every time she touches me I feel like I’m going to explode.

        Malia leaned in, “You better be quiet, Y/N.” She whispered.

        I looked at her. “What do you mean? I didn’t say anyth-” I gasped and quickly slapped my hand over my mouth.

        Malia reached inside my leggings. “Ooh, no panties today, babygirl? That makes me so wet.” I clenched my jaw and opened my legs further sso Malia had better access. She stuck her two fingers inside of me and began to slowly thrust them in and out of me. She finger fucked me under the table faster when our teacher came in. I tried very hard to listern what she was saying, but all my brain could register was that my girlfriend was publically fingering my soaked pussy.

        “Please, Malia?” I panted quietly into her ear. “Please let me cum?” Malia shooked her head and pulled her fingers out of me the, while she looked me right in the eyes, she stuck them in her mouth.

        “Malia?” The two turned our heads to the front of the room. “There is no eating in my class.”

        Malia wiped her mouth and smiled devilishly. “Sorry, Miss. I’ll eat it later.”

        I almost came just from hearing her say that. She made it hard to pay attention during class all day long. The day drug on and on and on untill I couldn’t stand it. As people piled out of the front door of the building, I wasted no time dragging my girlfriend to my car by her wrist. “Hey, what’s going on, baby? Are you okay?”

        I sung the car door open and pushed her in the back seat. “Get. In. Now.” Malia hummed and smirked as she got in the back seat. I got in after her and shut the door behind me.

        “Sooooo, are you gonna tell me what this is about or?” I crashed my lips into hers and pushed her on her back, I straddled her lap.

        I took my hand from her cheek and slid it between our two bodies. I pushed the heel of my hand against her clothed clit. As we kissed, a perfect storm of white teeth and soft flesh, I put more and more pressure on Malia’s bundle of nerves.

        I pulled away from our kiss to see her face twisted in pleasure and panting my name. She panted and pushed her hips into my hand even more. “Y/N…baby…oh…oh, god.”

        I could tell by her facial expressions and the shaking of her legs that she was on the verge of her orgasm. And, just like she did to me earlier, I pulled my hand away.

        The lightning speed of Malia’s head snapping up seemed almost fake. “Please, Y/N? Please don’t tease me. I was so close.” She begged.

        All I did was laugh. “You teased me all day long, babygirl. All. Day. Long. And now I feel like it’s time for some payback. You remember that comment you made during first period about how you were going to “eat it later”?” I asked as I took of my shoes and leggings.

        “I remember.”

         I moved myself so that I hovered my pussy over her mouth. “Well, baby, now you are going to make good on that promise.”

        Malia got the hint and pulled me down to her face and attacked my pussy with her tounge. Malia drifted her own hand down to the front of her shorts as I rode her face. “Absolutly not, Mal.” I said.

        I took her hand away from her core and brought it to my chest. She squeezed my left breast as I felt my orgasm approaching. “Oh, Mal…I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum!” My legs shook and my breathing hitched in my throat as I came on my girlfriend’s tongue.

        I heard Malia moanas she licked me clean. I leaned down and kissed her, savoring the taste of myself on her mouth. I trailed kisses from her lip, down her chest, on to both of her boobs, down to her stomach, and stopped just above her clit. “Are you ready to cum, hum? Huh? Ready for me to finger fuck you so hard you’ll feel it tomorrow?”

        “Yes, Y/N. Please fuck my pussy with your fingers. I can’t stand the waiting! Please?!”

        An idea popped into my mind. “Do you feel bad about teasing me all day?” I slid off her shorts and panties.

        “Yes, I’m sorry.” Malia moaned.

        “Do you promise you aren’t going to do it again?” I traced her pussy lips with my two fingers.

        “Fuck! Yes!” The second the words left her lips, I plunged my two fingers into her pussy. I thrusted them violently in and out of my girlfriends pussy. Her juices drenched my fingers and dripped onto my seat. I put my tounge on her clit and flicked it while I fucked her with my fingers. I bit down on her swollen clit.

        “Y-Y-Y/N. Ooh. Oh, my god. Can you- can you add another finger…please? OH!” I added my third finger and pushed all three fingers inside of her harder and faster. My tounge flicked her clit over and over again.

        Malia arched her back up. “I’m gonna cum! Aah! Please, can cum?!”

        “Cum, Malia. Cum all over my fingers, Princess.” Malia grabbed at my hair and tightened her walls around my fingers as she came. Hard.

        I did the same thing she had done in the classroom earlier that day and stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean while I looked her in the eyes. “Get dressed, babe.”

        “Why?” Malia asked as i got dressed and climbed into the drivers seat, starting the car.

        “Because we are going to your house for round two.” I winked.

Reggie Mantle x Reader

This is based of a request I read somewhere. It’s also my first ever published story/imagine so sorry if it sucks :))) enjoy! (also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes!)

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Being a teenager is hard. Being a teenager in Riverdale is harder. But being a Jones and living in Riverdale is the hardest. My family had a rough history in this town and the present wasn’t any more pleasant. My father was an alcoholic, my little sister and my mother left my brother and I with said alcoholic dad and my brother and I, well we were homeless. We could go home if we wanted to don’t get me wrong but there wasn’t much of a difference between living at home and not living at home. My brother Jughead and I used to live at the drive-in but when it got sold to be taken down we fled the place and wandered around for a few days before finaly setteling in a tiny closet under the school’s stairs. It barely fit the two of us but hey, we got a roof AND working showers, another thing we didn’t have at home. Besides all that my life was fine I guess, I had my friends and I had my brother so I liked my life. “Hey, Y/N… wake up school starts in 3 hours” I groaned as I slapped my brothers hand away and pulled the duvet over my head “you go shower first” I mumbled and I could hear my brother sigh before grabbing his stuff and leaving the tiny space. I closed my eyes again and decided 5 more minutes of sleep wouldn’t kill anyone. That was until 15 minutes later the closet door opened and I sprung up “Oh Y/N” I could hear a familiar voice say. I rubbed my eyes and looked at Archie who looked at us with a sad look on his face “How long?” He asked and Jug sighed “Since the drive in closed, that’s where we used to live before” “Well, why the hell are you not living at home?” Archie questioned and I sighed before answering “Truth is, things aren’t good… at home” Archie picked up on of the empty cans before asking “With your dad?” “Yeah… he kind of fell of the wagon, after your dad fired him” I looked at the clock and saw that school started in an hour and quickly put on my clothes “He’s been without a job ever since. He keeps saying he’s going to get his life together but our mom couldn’t take that rollercoaster anymore and took Jellybean and went to live with our grandparents” I could hear the first kids approaching and grabbed my bag, phone and school books before leaving the closet. “C'mon” I said and closed the door “Well why don’t you guys come live with me?” I chuckled and shook my head “This is temporary Archie… look we’re going go figure something out. But just please, please don’t tell anyone” I said and squeezed his arm before leaving the boys alone.

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Ever since Archie found out we were living in the closet things just got worse. I tried living with my dad again but I just couldn’t. Jug was staying over at Archie’s and I told them I was staying with Melody but truth was, I was back at square one. Also it didn’t help that the bullying got worse. Jughead and I were used to some teasing and pushing but lately they’ve gotten meaner and harder on me than ever before. Especially Chuck and Moose, they couldn’t leave me alone for some reason and normally I would ignore them and shake it off but this time they got too personal and everything in me just snapped. “Hey dirty girl” I heard Chuck’s voice boom and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before turning my back to them, but was blocked by Moose “You know, he would call you a slut but no one wants to touch you so why waste a word that’s too nice to describe you” my heart was pounding in my chest like usual but I didn’t show any sign of emotion “Oh c'mon not even a laugh? Did your mother not teach you how to laugh at a joke? Oh wait, your mom left you I forgot” Wait… how do they even know “Probably because you’re such a huge dissapointment. Is that why daddy started drinking? To forget you? I know I would you worthless piece of flesh” I could feel the tears welling up and pushed past them, hearing the laughter behind me “That’s right baby girl, run to your non existent home you homeless freak” I slammed the door of the locker room shut, threw my jacket and backpack on the floor and fell to my knees as I finaly let it all out. I kicked a locker that was in front of me and suddenly a voice spoke up “wow easy tig- hey… are you okay?” I looked up to see Reggie with his sports bag in his hand and I realised I must have walked into the boys locker room “Can you just… please leave me alone?” It was silent for a few seconds before he stepped foreward and sat on the ground next to me “Chuck and Moose?” He softly asked and I nodded, another tear leaving my eye “It never gets to me, never but this time they said some things that were way to personal and why am I even telling you this?” I said as I whiped away the tears on my face “I don’t know, I wouldn’t probably tell me this” he replied and I giggled “It’s just… never mind you don’t care” I said and went to stand up before he stopped me “Y/N, would I Mantle the Magnificent sit on this dirty ass sweaty floor if I didn’t care?” I smiled and sat back down “Thank you Reggie, you’re really nice” I said and he smiled softly before scratching his head “Is it-is it true you’re homeless?” I bit my lip and waited a few seconds before nodding “How?” He whispered and I shrugged “Just some good old family issues” I smiled and he shook his head “This is serious Y/N, where do you sleep?” “Well where ever Juggie goes I go. We first stayed in the drive in but it got demolished so we moved to the tiny closet under the big stair case but now Jughead stays with Archie and I told them I’m staying at Melody’s… but truth is I’m not. I tried living with dad again but I can’t stand that place so I just roam around” I said and he looked at me with a hurt and confused look on his face “I’m so sorry Y/N… I never knew” I squeezed his hand and shrugged “It’s okay, no one knew” suddenly he perked up as if a light bulb turned on in his head and stood up and lifted me off the floor. “I know where you can live… my house” I opened my mouth to say something but he kept rambling “My brother just went to college, we have a spare room! I’m sure my parents won’t mind, we had exchange students before! Yes you’re living at my house, that’s it! We both get advantage out of this, you get to live in a house with an amazing family including myself and I-” suddenly he shut up and pursed his lips together as if he was going to say something but couldn’t and I tilted my head, smirking at him “What would you get out of this Reginald Mantle?” He smiled innocently and chuckled “I get to wake up with a beautiful girl in my house, even though it’s not in my bed” he said and I burst out laughing and looked at him as he smiled. Before I could control myself I leaned foreward and kissed his cheek “I’d like that Reggie, and maybe we can bring a change in the latter” “Oh count me in”

Originally posted by riverdalesource

anonymous asked:

for your autistic Spidey and schizo Deadpool one shots can you do one where Spidey has a panic attack in front of the avengers??? if you want to of course. Also I'm autistic and you don't find a lot of accurate autistic representation especially in fanfiction and I love the way you write Peter :))))

[Thank you, new nonnie! I assume by your comments anyway that you’re a new nonnie ;) It took me awhile to get around to it, but here it is. Not quite what you asked for I think but hopefully just as good!]


“Well, that went pretty well I’d say. Wouldn’t everyone agree?” Iron Man asks. The question is barely out of his mouth before Spider-Man sprints past him, faster than any normal twenty-or-so-year-old ever could, fast enough for Tony with his helmet face open and newly shrunk-back-down-to-human-size Bruce to feel the wind chill against their faces as he passes them.

“Not everyone,” Bruce mutters, glancing down to readjust his specially designed shorts to make sure they don’t fall down.

“Oh. Right. I’d forgotten about that part,” Tony says, unable to look away now that he’s been reminded because really, how often do you see something like that? That being Deadpool, currently impaled on a giant metal shard from the ship that exploded and fell out of the sky in pieces mere minutes ago.

(“Another alien invasion? Seriously?” Tony had griped to no one in particular as they all hurriedly geared up less than an hour ago. “We fought one last week. At this point I’d happily fight off a zombie horde instead even if it is another cliché.”

“Do not even joke about that,” Deadpool had said, he and Spidey already suited up as usual and just waiting for the others to catch up so they can all pile onto the Quinjet together. “You do not want to see what a world of flesh-eating us types looks like, trust me.”

“Yikes,” Spider-Man responded, appearing to give that some serious thought. “A bunch of supers infected with our very own homegrown T-virus? Now that would be scary.”

“You can relax though, baby boy,” Deadpool had reassured. “If I manage somehow to stay uninfected this time around, you can just lop off my limbs and eat those all day every day instead of having to worry about hunting down poor hapless humans.”

“Awww….”

“Ugh, get a room, you two,” Tony had told them. “After you help us put these baddies down, I mean.” He didn’t even want to know what Wilson meant by ‘this time around.’ Hopefully just more of his usual crazy nonsense.)

It is decidedly strange seeing someone you were just bantering with not long ago being very decidedly dead right in front of you, but considering Deadpool’s track record of coming back faster than the Mortal Kombat guy would even be able to shout “Fatality!” he isn’t exactly worried either. Shortstop, on the other hand, seems to have no trouble worrying up a storm big enough to make up for everyone else’s nonchalance.

“As soon as he wakes up, I want to thank him,” Hawkeye tells Spider-Man soberly, the other not seeming to hear him with how busy he is holding the dead man’s dangling head in his hands and muttering his name over and over again under his breath. “If he hadn’t pushed me out of the way, it’d be me making the human kebob impression right now,” he adds to try to lighten the mood a bit.

When that doesn’t work, he tries to reassure the younger man instead. “He is going to wake up, Spider-Man, I promise. You just have to give him some time,” he says, reaching out to pat him lightly on the shoulder.

“I know that!!” Peter screams without warning, knocking Clint’s hand back with enough force that he comes dangerously close to spraining the other man’s wrist. He doesn’t notice in his own distress that Barton backs away from him ever so slightly after that, cradling his hand and looking down at it with the expression of a man who realizes how close he just came to losing it.

“I know,” he angrily shout-sobs again. Fucker just needs to hurry up and get on with it. The last time he witnessed Wade’s death, it was a bullet to the head meant for him, which this idiot decided to take for him instead even though Peter’s quick reflexes and spidey sense would have kicked in to save him just fine, dammit, seriously Wade, what the hell were you thinking, you big dumb romantic jerkface. He had woken up much faster than this though, which is one of the reasons Peter is so worked up. The other is Holy fuck, my lover just died in front of me and I couldn’t do anything to stop it and I’m allowed to feel bad about that, okay, fuck you very much.

It must be the metal shard that’s keeping him from regenerating yet, he thinks, deciding to ignore Wade’s previous handwavey comments about “comic inconsistency for the sake of dramatic tension, blah blah” in favor of doing whatever he can to speed Wade’s so-good-it’s-like-magic healing factor along.

“Whoa! Hey!” Tony shouts once he’s recovered from the sudden shock of witnessing a huge, javelin-shaped hunk of metal go flying half a city block and bury itself deep into one of the only slabs of concrete still standing from a burnt out husk of a building across the street. “Watch what the hell you’re doing, underoos, you could have hit someone!”

The sound Spider-Man makes when Tony approaches is nearly akin to that of a territorial jungle cat, and only slightly less unnerving than the way he gathers Wilson’s body up in his arms and backs up, all the way up the side of a building behind him with all the spindly, jerky finesse of one of his namesakes. Tony almost half-expects the young man to wrap Wilson up in a tight web cocoon to save him for later, causing a shudder and, not for the first time, the unwelcome intrusive thought that the kid would truly be a nightmare if the thing holding him together inside ever snaps and causes him to flip sides.

Tony backs up to stand with the others again and mutters to Bruce, “What are the odds you think of Deadpool not waking up this time?”

“Slim to none,” is Banner’s official scientific prognosis. “Why do you ask?” He knows Tony well enough by now to tell that his concern is about more than the potential loss of a fallen comrade.

“Did you see that just now?” Stark replies, gesturing as subtly as he can at the jagged shard embedded in the wall across the way. “Christ, I can’t believe I’m about to say this in a not you-based situation but,” he turns his head slightly, one hand held unnecessarily to his ear in an unbreakable habit from ye olden days of old-school Bluetooth, “Friday, just as a precaution make sure Veronica is primed and ready to go, would you please.”

“The Hulkbuster? Are you being serious right now?” Bruce hisses under his breath.

“Look, I hope like hell it’s not necessary but you did see that, right? You want to imagine for a sec what happens next if Mr. Creepy Undead Boyfriend over there drops the ‘un’ for good this time?”

“I really don’t like saying this, but Tony’s got a point,” Clint mutters just as softly as the other two.

“Surprised you heard that,” Tony mumbles.

“It’s called a hearing aid, you asshole,” Clint jabs a finger furiously at the device just barely visible inside his own ear. “Back to the part you missed where I was actually agreeing with you for once,” he adds, slipping off his glove to show them the bruise forming on the back of his hand, “this sucker’s gonna be the size of an egg by tomorrow morning, and that’s him still trying to hold himself back for now. I don’t like it either, guys, but if somehow Wade doesn’t pull through this time, it means that God hates us and doesn’t think locusts or floods are gonna be enough to wipe us out. It’ll be Apocalypse via Spidey.”

“Don’t let Natasha see that,” Bruce warns. Clint nods, pulling the glove back on with a slight wince. She, Cap, and Falcon are scoping town to check for any stragglers from the alien army while Scarlet Witch leads a team including Vision and Ant-Man to search for survivors who might not have made it out of the wreckage in time and still need assistance. Bucky is away, currently aiding T’Challa with some other project in Wakanda, and Thor had to return to Asgard to avert another crisis there, though the latter will probably be miffed when he hears about all the fun he missed out on here once he returns.

A loud, sputtering gasp pulls their focus back to the situation at hand—or rather, the lack of one now. Each man relaxes minutely in his own way to see Wade Wilson, still dangling high above ground in Spidey’s arms, take in many deep, sharp breaths like a drowning man.

*

Peter is so happy now he could flap, if not for the fact that he’s stuck to the side of a building with arms full of his now not-so-dead weight but still pretty heavy boyfriend. Instead, he crushes the man closer into a hug and mumbles his name over and over again just like he did a few minutes before.

“Hey, b’by boy, wassup?” Wade mumbles, slurring just a little as he recovers from his recent demise like a heavy sleeper just waking up. “Oh, looks like us apparently,” he giggles once he realizes they’re high up off the ground.

“Wade, I hate it when you do that,” Peter complains into the crook of his neck, still shaken. He can’t tell him not to do it though, not when it’s to save someone else who won’t be coming back if he gets skewered.

“What, die?” Wade asks. All Peter can do is nod, blinking back tears that can’t be seen through the mask but that Wade knows are there anyway. This is why he tries to avoid dying as often now when he can. He shushes the younger man and reassures him, giving comfort despite the fact that he’s the one being held.

“This is giving me some pretty fabulous ideas for later though,” Wade tells him, waggling his eyebrows suggestively behind his own mask. It works at shaking loose the last bit of tension in Peter’s muscles while he laughs.

“Later,” he agrees, and gingerly climbs back down with his precious cargo in hand.

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Read part one here x part two here x

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Enjoy!

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    “Turn around. Ass up.” He ordered and of course I obeyed him. God, I love this side of him. As soon as I was in that position, he slammed into me fast. Each thrust was deeper, and more pleasurable, causing me to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud and getting punished once again. I felt the metallic taste of my blood coming from the spot where my flesh was tangled between my teeth. “Do you like daddy fucking you baby girl?” I could mentally see his smirk. “Y-Yes” I struggled so much for this word to not be heard as a moan. 


    After a few minutes, he allowed me to talk. All the noises I was keeping inside of me came out as a scream, while I came on his dick. Stiles rode out my high, and I felt him twitch inside of me warning me he was about to do the same. Since he didn’t wear a condom, he pulled out, turned me around, placed me on one of the huge desks and jerked off until he shot his load on my stomach. His groans and my heavy breathes were the only sounds to be heard in this room. When he finished, I ate the liquid that covered my bare skin, and bent down to lick him clean. I finished my job and he ordered me to get back up on the desk. Stiles lowered his head to my clit and mimicked my actions from before, his tongue swirling around my walls. He kissed his way up my neck and to my lips, hands roaming up my naked body.


     “God, I’ll kill him and any other guy that talks to you like that again. You’re mine.” I smiled at what he had just said. Nobody made me feel the way Stiles did. He made me feel loved, adored, wanted. “We should probably go out.” We dressed up and as soon as we opened the door, we saw the janitor with a very shocked expression on his face. “What were you guys doing here?” He said, the shock never leaving his face. “How long were you outside?” Stiles responded, probably earning time to find out a believable excuse. “I just got here because I heard someone scream.” “Oh, that was because coach told us to come here and pick up some stuff he wanted and a box accidentally fell on my foot?” I was half explaining-half asking him. “Oookay?” “Y/N I think we should go now and give coach the things.. um the stuff that he.. asked us.. to bring- him.” Stiles broke the awkward silence that we were in, trying to memorize the excuse I made up. “Uh yeah, let’s go.” I grabbed his arm and we took off to the lacrosse field. As soon as we stopped, we started laughing so hard. “I can’t believe he fell for it.” I said between giggles. “Well, I think we should ‘bring coach some stuff’ again.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, looking at me. “My place?” I asked and his lips turned into a goofy grin. “Definitely, gorgeous.”

venus in sagittarius: a playlist

8tracks link here. this was fun and also a hard self-drag

1. big time sensuality - bjork (it takes courage to enjoy it / the hardcore and the gentle / big time sensuality / i don’t know my future after this weekend and i don’t want to)

2. one too many - kaytranada ft. phonte (all i really want is just a night at home with her by candlelight / but until i find that girl i’m gonna hit the floor and we gon jam tonight / just can’t settle down, not right now)

3. moth to the flame - chairlift (i should know better than to take your love letters to heart / when the game’s already lost before it starts / but hope hides inside a cliche)

4. stop desire - tegan and sara (i didn’t wanna be so invested / i played it cool and then i overdressed it.. you know i’m ready for anything to happen / take this passion turn it into action)

5. boy problems - carly rae jepsen (i think i broke up with my boyfriend today and i don’t really care! / yall already know this song)

6. you’re not the one - sky ferreira (seasons bring truth / when i found mine it was summertime / it’s the middle of the night and i’m so gone / and i’m thinking about how much i need you but you really want somebody else / YOU’RE NOT THE ONE!)

7. flesh without blood - grimes (i don’t see the light i saw in you before / and i don’t care anymore / baby believe me / and you had every chance, you destroy everything that you love / if you don’t need me just let me go)

8. bunny ain’t no kind of rider - of montreal**** (eva, i’m sorry, but you will never have me / to me you’re just some f*ggy girl and i need a lover with soul power / and you ain’t got no soul power)

9. white lightning and wine - heart (sweet little one let me love you some / take me or leave me alone / the gooder they come the harder they fall / turn around you are a nasty joke)

10. to your love - fiona apple (please forgive me for my distance / the pain is manifest in my resistance to your love / i would’ve warned you, but really, what’s the point? / caution could but rarely ever helps)

11. extreme wealth and casual cruelty - unknown mortal orchestra (if we were just strangers then we would fall in love again / abandon extreme wealth and casual cruelty / and now i can see why everyone acts weird to me)

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****note: i only included this song despite the slur bc im a gay bitch and i am reclaiming it as a fun lesbian injoke, having put it on multiple playlists about girls i no longer mess with due to their lack of soul power, but i dont endorse kevin barnes or anyone using it

On Your Knees- Jimin(Smut)

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

He can make you sore for days… in the best way possible. 

Req: Can I have a smut about Jimin and he got jealous over you talking to a male co-worker so he take you home and goes rough on you as a punishment? (Excuse my dirty fantasies…) Thank you~

A/N: Dom Jimin is my life and my death (M/N= male name)


I hit his shoulder, laughing as he makes stupid joke about the copier not working for the tenth time this week.  

“Y/N?” Jimin’s voice comes from behind me and I turn around to find him standing in the hallway with a bag of food in his hands.

“Jimin!” I smile wide, hurrying as fast as I can in heels and launching into his arms. “What are you doing here?!”

“I wanted to surprise you with some lunch. I know you’ve been busy.” He mumbles into my hair, pulling me back by the shoulders to tilt his head at my coworker. “Who’s this?”

“Oh!” I rush back to my coworker, placing my hand on his shoulder. “This is M/N.”

“M/N, huh?” I notice Jimin’s fingers clench around his food bag, lingering on my hand before forcing a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

My coworker nods, turning to me. “I’m gonna go see if we can figure out this damn copy situation for the millionth time.”

I laugh, nodding my head and putting up a fist. “Good luck. Fighting!”

“Fighting.” He puts up a hand in suit, leaving Jimin and I alone as he steps into the room with me.

“You have two hours for lunch right?” His voice is visibly darker than before and I shake my head yes. “Then why don’t we go home and eat comfortably. Maybe watch some TV and cuddle?”

I hum, taking the food bag from his hands and walking ahead of him. “That sounds great.”

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Title: Want*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, explicit Smut, rough Steve, Dom!Steve, oral sex, spanking

Specially for @vashanatasha who has been asking for Stevie;). Here you go girl, sorry it took so long😅

Originally posted by memoryrecovery

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PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 (Smut)| PART 10 (Final)

Character Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: When the reader loses her fiance to Hydra, she is sent to the Avengers compound for her protection. Forced to share the guest house with the famous assassin, the Winter Soldier, she must learn to cope with her loss and her new roommate. All this, while trying to solve the mystery of why Hydra is now hunting her.

A/N: Descriptions of wounds and injuries. I also finished this last night and it’s looking like it will be 10 parts.

Originally posted by illustrations-1988

I watched as Bucky took down all the Hydra agents springing forward. They didn’t even have a fighting chance. Beneath his war paint, rage burned into his deep blue eyes. He showed no mercy; shooting, stabbing, and punching every agent who dared throw themself in his path.

I cried out again as another shock wave hit me. I pressed my eyes shut, trying to ride out the wave of pain.

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