let me nuzzle in your chest hair

Let Me Hold You

Warnings: none

Requested by: @wavyjassy

Request: A first time where he sneaks into your window late at night to meet you kinda thing (like maybe she calls him crying or has a nightmare)

A/N: Thank you for requesting! This was such a cute idea and I had fun writing it. Feel free to send in more :)

gif credit to owner

Eleven turns into midnight, then it’s one, and when you look at your phone again it’s four o’clock in the morning. You rub at your tired eyes, wincing at the sting that follows. 

You were exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come. Tossing and turning all night you finally gave up trying. Insomnia is something you’ve dealt with since you were younger. Some nights were easier than others. Not tonight. So here you were, sitting on your bed, knees pulled up to your chest, in the dark. Just three more hours and it’ll be time for school, you think with a sigh. Alex is the only one that knows how bad it gets and he’s told you to wake him up whenever it happens. But it made you feel bad waking him up, so you didn’t. Why make him suffer, too?

      When you get to school it hits you all at once. A concerned look is on Alex’s face, but he doesn’t say anything. You feel like a zombie as you walk down the hallway to your locker. You ignore the stares you get from your fellow students. You’re sure that you look like a sleep deprived maniac. 

   “There’s my girl,” you hear from behind you. You turn, a smile tugging at your lips. It’s Jeff. “I waited for you in the- hey, whats wrong?”

          Worry fills his voice, his eyes searching over you as if he’ll find something physically wrong. “You’re pale and your eyes are red and puffy. Is everything okay? Have you been crying? Did someone-” you chuckle and cover his mouth with your hand, cutting off his frantic worry. God, he’s so adorable. It was sweet how he got worried about you.

     “I just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all,” you tell him removing your hand. “I’m okay.”

“Is it your insomnia?”

      You’re taken back by his question. How did he… “How do you know about that?” You ask, brow raised.

He shrugs. “Alex told me.”

“I’m going to kick his ass,” you mutter with a yawn.

“I want to know these things about you,” Jeff says while taking your hand in his. “You’re my baby girl, and I want to help any way I can.”

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck while on your tiptoes, pulling his lips down to yours.


Later that night it happens again. You lay there this time, staring at the ceiling as frustrated tears poured down your face.

There’s a tapping at your bedroom window, and for a second you think that you might be hearing things from the lack of sleep, but then you hear your name too. Confused, you roll out of bed and quietly make your way over to window. A gasp leaves your lips when you push the curtain aside and look down.

You quickly unlock the window and push it open. “Jeff,” you whisper shout. You don’t want to wake up your dad. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come up?” He shout whispers back.

       You nod and watch as uses the tree to climb up to your window. You never realized how easy it would be for someone to get to your window with that tree. How convenient. After climbing in he closes the window and locks it. Then turns to you.

“Baby,” he says softly when he sees your tear streaked face. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffle. “I still can’t sleep.”

“Come on,” he takes your hand in his and walks over to your bed. You watch as he kicks off his shoes then pulls his black sweater over his head. Now, you’ve seen him shirtless before but never up close. He’s beautiful, to say the least. Chiseled to perfection. How could somebody be so damn perfect? Then he’s sliding his jeans down, leaving him in a pair of black briefs. He gives you a soft tug, bringing you to his chest. “Let me hold you.”

                  He lays down first, arms open and inviting. You crawl in next to him. Nuzzling his face into your neck he began to pepper light kisses on your neck and shoulder. He moves up and presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. The kiss doesn’t last long, but your just as breathless. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, lips brushing his as you spoke.

“Anytime you can’t sleep, call me,” he responds softly. “I’ll come hold you.”

You nod and lay your head on his chest. He begins playing with your hair, and soon you feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second.

You end up falling asleep on his chest that night. Never tossing and turning, no waking up in the middle of the night.

      As you fell asleep you told him you loved him. He wasn’t sure he heard you right, it came out so low. But you said it.

       You don’t see Jeff’s reaction because you fall asleep quickly, having a real nights sleep for the first time in days. 

Friends Part 8

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2463

Warnings: This part focuses on Bucky and his point of view of things. There is a lot of flashbacks and they are in italic. And more important this start after he left the readers apartment in the end of part 7

Thank you @amrita31199 you are the best and thank you for correcting so fast,

credits to the gif owners

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

A soon as Bucky got in his car, he felt the tears streaming down his face. For the last week he thought that he had lost you, and when he finally has you again he has to let you go. And as much as he knows this is all his fault, how this is fair?

He wishes he could do things differently.

“You fucked up real good this time, didn’t you Barnes?” He says to himself, before starting the car, he wishes that he never read that letter. That instead he would just kiss you and admit his feelings for you.Would things be better now? He hoped that the answer was yes but he knows the truth.

He can’t hold you back, he is not stupid, and he knows what he can give you and what he can’t. With him, you would never have a full night of sleep, you would always be worried about his safety and more important you would always have to deal with the aftermath.

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Innocence

This is dedicated to all my sweet babies on here. Innocent or not here ya go! 

@babyshawwn

@thesmutofthemendes

@whitechocolateperfection

@lostinhibitions

I love you so much, lovelies!!! 

„Shawn, we can’t,“ I breathed against his neck.

He let out a little grunt, pulling me close to him. “Why not?” he asked, nuzzling his nose into my hair, before continuing to kiss me, his lips grazing mine, softly sucking at my bottom lip.

“Because I’m not on birth control. We don’t have any condoms. Your parents are in the room next to yours. Should I go on?”

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Wanted (Jungkook and Hoseok love triangle smut)

Originally posted by bangtansonyeondarnit


Summary: Jungkook likes you, Hoseok’s girlfriend, a little too much and gets a little too excited when he catches you and Hobi having sex.

Pairings: You x Hoseok, You x Jungkook

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Themes: Jungkook catching you having sex, Jungkook masturbating, Jungkook having feelings for you while you’re in a relationship, sex with Hobi

Word count: 4k (?)

Trigger warnings: Explicit smut, being caught (kind of), masturbating, over-all mature themes, hints at mental illness (like, sort of- not really)

You watched your boyfriend, who sat cross-legged on the floor, folding clothes to put into his suitcase with great care. Sparkles twizzled across your eyes as you observed him with a thudding heart. His back was facing you and as he moved, his muscles flexed gently beneath his grey sweater. Unable to resist the temptation of his touch- you climbed off of his bed to crouch behind him. Your hands rubbed over his shoulder blades tenderly.

“Hey, baby.” He says and laughs. That enchanting laugh that is so soft it comes out as a throaty chuckle.

“Hey, baby.” You say back and sit down so that your knees are on either side of him. You nuzzle your nose into his soft shirt, inhaling his clean and musky scent. You wrap your arms around him- letting your hands fold over his abs, which he soon covers with his own. He leans his head backwards and the smell of his shampooed orange hair tickles at your nose.

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Light reading

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is not like the other maidens. She was born the daughter of a warrior and she wanted to follow her father’s steps. Being smarter than the rest, she grew up with the princes of Asgard as equals and friends. She enjoys reading and so does Loki, but their light reading habit turned into something else that night.

Warnings: Slight smut, not very detailed. Still a bit cute.

A/N: I’m taking so long and I swear I’m trying to get things done! So, I was once talking to my babe Raissa from @imaginedaily and she told me Andy Black would make a great young loki, and as this one shot takes place before the Thor movies, I thought it’d be great to put him in the usual gif I put.


Originally posted by andybiersack-daily

The master of swords said goodbye to all of the maiden warriors that trained at that time and congratulated all of you for such an enriching session. You were getting better by the minute and all the training had some effect on your body as well, for which you were incredibly grateful. You were the daughter of a master of arms and one of the queen’s most trustworthy maidens, so you were always surrounded by the princes. You called them your friends and the feeling was the same from them.

But as you grew up, you became more interested in defending the kingdom rather than serving the queen. You wanted to follow your father steps and so you began training and going on small excursions with the other Asgardians.

As you walked to your chamber, you found your childhood friend. The youngest prince, Loki, was heading for your chamber as well, to look for you because he had found something very interesting as he went through his father’s library.

“So, how was training?” He asked, as you walked over to the wardrobe. The room was a bit too much for you, but your parents had chosen it for you and they said that they wouldn’t accept a no for an answer, especially now that you were to become a warrior. “My brother says you’re getting very good at mastering the sword.”

“Yes,” you nodded, “but I believe it is kind of in my blood, I mean… Father is a master of arms himself, so…” you shrugged carelessly.

“I haven’t seen you in battle myself, but everyone points out how graceful you are. Well, you are a pretty woman, like your mother. You’ve got in yourself the best of both worlds.” He chuckled.

“Uhh—” your mouth hung open—“well—thank you—I mean… I—I guess so.” You took out your sleeping garments: a pair of tight shorts and a long shirt. You looked over your shoulder, and he had a shit eating grin of approval. “Make a painting, Odinson,” you sneered, “it’ll take as long as it will last.” He shook his head in amusement. “So, what do you have there?”

“It seems like my father keeps these books away from all of us.” The youngest son of Odin said, flaunting his newest discovery in one of his pale hands. “I went through some of the pages, and it’s very… interesting. Midgardians seem like a fascinating kind.”

“How so?” You asked as you got rid of your sweaty garments. Since you and Loki were friends since childhood, you had seen him naked when he was little and he had seen you too; besides, undressing among a large amount of people was kind of an everyday thing for you.

“It is very graphic.”

“Graphic as in… cold blooded graphic?” You turned your back to him. “Humans can get very, very bloody.” You said from over your shoulder.

“As in sexually graphic.” Loki smiled wickedly, showing his teeth and giving you a naughty look.

You sighed and shook your head, leaving the training gear inside your wardrobe. Loki was already sitting on the rug and waiting for you to sit next to him. You complied, holding your legs close to your chest as he went through the pages of the book. It was very graphic indeed, and in his silky, deep voice, it was truly giving you the chills.

The pictures in the book were rather crude and unlike other human paintings, they had little to no detail at all. They weren’t very delightful to look at, but you were already having another picture. Loki doing all those things to you. Having his unusually cold hands all over your body, and his thin lips sucking on your neck, or better, on your breasts as you moaned his name.

“(Y/N)?” He asked, suddenly dragging you out of your thoughts. You looked at him, completely perplexed and rising your eyebrows. “You just… moaned.” He said, with a slight taint of laughter in his voice. You turned red in a split second and tried to explain yourself. “Maybe we should leave this reading for another day…” He suggested.

“N—no—” you stuttered—“I’m fine.”

He let out a breathy giggle and happily complied. Truth be told, he was feeling the effects of the book. He was imagining you going down on him, and riding his shaft like a professional. You fanned yourself as you got lost in your thoughts again; the mere wonder of how his tongue would feel in between your folds, and his cock sliding up on you, reaching a point that your fingers never could… It felt like heaven, a painful heaven.

“I’m getting bored.” You huffed loudly. “What if we take this book into practice?”

“What took you so long?” He smiled in amusement and left the book aside.

You straddled his lap, finally feeling his cold hands on an uncovered spot of your skin. You threw your head back and he took the opportunity to land his lips on the hot skin of your neck, just above your pulse point; he licked his lips before sinking his teeth on you and sucking. You rubbed yourself against him, feeling a growing bulge really near your wetting folds. He appreciated the gesture by sucking harder on you. That would be a very difficult spot to cover later, but you’d think about that when you’d finished your business with him.

You took your hands to the hem of your shirt and slowly slid it up. If you had known you’d end up naked, you wouldn’t have worn anything that night. It proved to be useless.

You pushed him back enough to be able to look at him. His green eyes shone brightly, but the light was not even close to loving; it was pure lust that took over him, and you could might as well enjoy yourself with it.

In a split second, the trickster was lying on top of you on the huge bed, pinning your wrists with his cold hands that were a cool refresh. His lips looked for you furiously, like an animal that finally got to catch its prey. But even though he had the eyes of a predator, you were not the one to call a prey.

You let him out power you, feeling the neediness of his touch as he got rid of your upper garment. He took out his own clothing, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso on such a slim frame. You two made passionate love all night, feeling the endorphins bubbling inside your body and the love that he procured you each time he stopped to look at you.

Once you were ready to call it quits, and you felt tired enough to sleep like a baby you slid under the silk bedding. It was a bit messy from all the moving, and you made a mental note of taking them to washing because they still had the strong smell of sex all over them. Loki, who was now fully dressed, walked closer to you. He patted your head and gently kissed your temple, getting ready to leave you and let you get some rest.

“You can stay here if you’d like.” You offered. “You won’t escape from the walk of shame anyway.”

“Do you want me to stay here?” You bit your bottom lip and nodded nervously, feeling a strong warmth on your cheeks. “Well, I can’t decline such a lovely invitation.” He turned on his heels and slid beside you; for the very first time, you noticed his skin was not cold, and his temperature matched yours.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his chest as he buried his face in your hair and nuzzled at the back of your neck. His soft and rhythmic breathing dozed you off and it worked better than a lullaby.

|| Yours To Keep || [[smut]]

{summary: you are his to keep now.}

due to such a popular demand, i’m making the mafia!bucky story into a five part series with maybe a few extra parts written at the end in bucky’s POV (since it was kind of requested) ;w; once all of the parts are posted, i’ll make a mini masterlist of some sort so you readers won’t be scrambling to find all the parts to this story.

[ {I’m Yours} series tagging list ]: @marvel-fanfiction , @sea-kale , @acunningstargazer , @imagine-thingsandstuff (if you would like to be included in this specific tag, let me know in an ask!)

warnings: wake up morning sex [♥]

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine**

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The Anchor

Summary: Bucky explains why he loves you. This is inspired a song by the same name.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2350

Warnings: So much fuffly.( there is a panic attack in this )

Thank you @drinkfantasy , for being my beta. 

Originally posted by seabasschino


Bucky didn’t have a lot of expectations for the future, after his Winter Soldier days all he could hope for was a quick and painless death. He couldn’t stand any more pain in his life or any more torture. Part of him just wish that his life would be over soon.

Living alone in Bucharest showed him that he could be a little more hopeful about life. He could hope for good days where he would have clean clothes and a homemade meal. That he would be able to sleep a whole night without having any nightmares, days like this were rare but when they happened they are like heaven.

 After the events of the Civil War, he had too many responsibilities and expectations on him. He didn’t want to disappoint Steve, he wanted to be forgiven for his sins and forgive himself for it. But how can you ask for forgiveness if no one believes you deserve it, not even yourself.

Bucky dreams about a normal life or as normal as he could have. Where he wouldn’t wake up every night screaming because of a nightmare when people touched him wouldn’t be to cause him pain but to comfort him and love him.

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Originally posted by ximaginingkaiparkerx

KAI PARKER X READER

SOUP

Request: Can I have an imagine where Kai gets terribly sick and when the reader shows up he tries to shut her out but fails. So she cooks him dinner while he watches :’)

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The door was locked, but Kai was stupid if he thought doing that and ignoring your texts could keep you away. It was early nightfall when a rock went soaring through his window and sending glass exploding everywhere, quickly followed by you, climbing in through his window, wearing a faded blue pullover with ripped jeans and your grimy converse. You hitched yourself into his room, avoiding the mess of shards scattered messily around his fluffy carpet, and raised your eyes to his bed. It was a wooden four poster, draped in silk with colors of red and white, four feathery pillows supporting the weight of your boyfriend. His face was ghostly white, blue eyes lacking their usual sparkle, his hair untouched, and full lips chapped as ever.

“What- do you think you’re doing?” he groaned softly, blinking up slowly through his eyelashes, hardly even phased by the fact that you’d just ruined his window.

“I’ve come to take care of you, idiot,” you huffed, approaching Kai.

“Don’t,” he waved his hand when you got close, “I’ll get you sick.”

“Shut up, Malachai,” you sighed, climbing atop his fluffy sheets and scooting in beside him, instantly enveloped by his soft sheets. You lay propped on the pillows, arms sliding under Kai’s limp form and setting him gently atop your stomach despite his protests. His head lay across your front, and you absentmindedly began to slide your fingertips through his mess of brown locks, your other hand coming gently to his side to caress his clammy skin.

“Why are you doing this?” he whispered, not even bothering to put up a struggle now that he was in your embrace.

“Why did you not want me to do this?” you responded, looking down as Kai’s lips gently fell apart, eyes fluttering closed in relaxation.

“I’m too strong to get sick,” he whined, “I don’t want you to see me like this, weak.”

“You always surround me with love and affection when I’m in need of it, so I frankly couldn’t care less how you want me to see you, because either way, our love goes both ways, you understand?”

He opened those brilliant blue eyes and blinked up at you, a little smile tickling his mouth, “I understand.”

“Good,” you said, bending down to plant a brief kiss atop his perfect nose, “because I’m making you soup now.”

“What!? You seriously don’t have to do that,” he groaned, but you were already up on your feet, and slinking your arms beneath his back to hitch him into your arms.

“All mighty powerful heretic suddenly can’t stop me,” you giggled, holding your boyfriend bridal style, to which he pouted up at you, as it was the best he could manage. “Come on babe,” you held him firmly to your chest, rounding his bed to get to the door. You used your elbow to push it open before continuing a strenuous walk down his stairs, in which you almost slipped near the bottom. 

Once you reached his kitchen you set him gently into a chair, which he automatically slumped back into. You skipped around the white marble island and headed for the sleek black cabinets, humming softly to yourself as you plucked various ingredients from the kitchen. Soon enough, you had set out butter, onion, pepper, chicken base, and of course, tomatoes.

“Tomato soup?” Kai asked from behind you.

“Got a problem?” you responded, giving the heretic an up and down glance.

“Even if I did, I couldn’t do anything about it, could I?” he said gruffly.

“Nope,” you winked, turning back around to get working on the soup.

It didn’t take long for the whole kitchen to be filled with a wonderful aroma, and you were pretty proud of yourself for not setting his kitchen on fire in the process. You peered down into the pot at the thick red liquid, and removed it from the stove to pour into a white bowl, dunking a spoon in before quickly sprinkling shredded cheese atop the mini masterpiece. The whole time, Kai simply sat there, eyes following your around the kitchen, fixated on you always.

You took a seat in the stool opposite Kai’s, setting the bowl down in front of him with a command, “eat.”

He stared frostily at you, folding his arms over in challenge, “or what?”

“Or this,” you growled, lifting the spoon from the bowl and shoving a mouthful of soup in his opened mouth before he could protest.

He simultaneously coughed in surprise whilst gulping down the soup, “really funny.”

“More,” you insisted.

He grumpily began shoveling soup in his mouth, starting off slow but eventually devouring the whole thing at a rapid speed, his mouth covered in tomato soup and sticky cheese. When he finished, he brought his eyes back up to yours, and he must have been aware of the fact that he looked like a mess because his cheeks burned pink, “napkin, please.”

You grabbed one with a small smile, heading around the sink and picking up a glass of water while you were at it. You came to Kai’s backside, spinning his chair so he faced you, and giving his slightly less pale face a good look over.

“Just give me the stupid napkin, princess,” he sighed.

You ignored him and began wiping off at his mouth yourself, cleaning up the edges until you were satisfied enough to give him a little kiss on the lips. Kai sighed in frustration with himself, unable to resist from kissing you right back.

“You need to stop doing that,” he grumbled, “you’ll get sick.”

“And if I do, you’ll be right by my side like I am for you,” you smiled, handing him the glass of water and producing the pills you’d brought him from your jean pocket.

He chased down the pill you gave him with water, and then set them down, “now what?”

“Now you sleep,” you said, reaching your arms beneath his to hoist him against you again. Not quite able to tackle the stairs, you set Kai upon the grey couch, reaching for a thick blue quilt while you were at it. This time, he already knew to sink straight into your arms, struggling to keep his tired eyes open as he looked up at you.

“You okay?” you asked, giving him a faint squeeze.

“Been better,” he said honestly before letting out a raspy cough.

“You’re already looking better, not long now,” you promised, rubbing your fingers gently across his temples.

“You didn’t have to do this for me,” he slurred sleepily.

“Yes I did, Malachai. I love you, okay?” you sighed.

“I love you more,” he responded, rolling to his side to nuzzle himself into your body. Even now, hearing those words made your heart go crazy inside your chest. “I’m gonna make it up to you, I swear.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, toying with his hair as you always did.

“But I’m going to anyways,” he smiled sleepily into you, “because you deserve everything, and that’s exactly what I want to give you.”

better than coffee // hs

Originally posted by little-miss1d

Warnings: dirty talk, smut, cute fluffy ‘i love you’ bits in there

I usually don’t write things with so much dirty talk because I am absolutely awful at it and it makes me cringe to see it if I’m the one who wrote it. But, this kind of just flowed as I was writing it and I’m the worst at endings, but I hope you all will enjoy some morning Harry smut. Also this gif does things to me, he’s so beautiful isn’t he? Let me know what you think :)

You were overly warm.

That’s the first thing you notice as you wake up, the sun filtering through your small window in your tiny bedroom. Normally you can’t get warm enough throughout the night with the shitty heating system in your apartment, but as you come to your sense you feel like you’re sunbathing on a cloud, soft and warm. You let out a few soft whimpers as you stretch your arms up and wiggle around under your freshly washed sheets, but your actions are limited with the arms wrapped around you. Harry. He had come over late after one of his meetings, claiming that he really didn’t mind your too small apartment compared to his too big one just a few blocks away. You were dead on your feet when you got home, so there wasn’t much talking. You just fell into bed and curled into his arms. It was the first time you’d just slept together in a bed without any sexual interaction. It was the first time you had really ever slept with anyone this way. And it was heavenly to wake up to his beautiful green eyes staring back at you and his hair a mess much like your own.

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Deal (Optional Bias)

request: no request, my thoughts were just wandering

genre: fluff

word count: 337

author’s note: so i was daydreaming and i came up with this? idk it’s similar to other scenarios on tumblr, but i wanted to write my own version.

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SMITTEN KITTEN BONUS CHAPTER!!!!!!!!

This little blurb is for my darling @t-starkasm who sent me this picture of a very obvious Smitten Kitten!!

So I added another little bit to the ORIGINAL STORY to include this darling little scene!!!

Enjoy!!

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The ringtone of Steves phone completely interrupted the mission briefing, and absolutely made Agent Coulsons jaw drop.

Who let the dogs out? Who who who who! Who let the dogs out?”

“Oh my god.” His face flamed red and he scrambled to mute it. “I am so sorry, Agent Coulson, Colonel Rhodes, its um—”

“Captain Rogers.” Rhodey was trying his damnest to keep the snmirk off his face. “Captain Rogers.” he cleared his throat. “Would I be correct in assuming that Seargent Barnes is the one calling you right now?”

“I–I–” the Lion shifter swallowed back a growl of annoyance. “My mate changed my ringtone, I apologize.”

“Sorry, but Seargent Barnes chose that as his ringtone?” Agent Coulson asked in that quietly, polite way of his. “Seargent Barnes, the Alpha Wolf shifter?”

“Not that mate. My other mate, Tony.” he breathed a deep sigh. Tony had changed his ringtone because hed been upset Steve couldnt stay with him all day today. Not that Steve had wanted to spend his whole day locked in the conference room talking about missions and personell. No he would much rather be snuggled up in bed with both his mates. He missed Tony and Bucky so much he nearly ached. He needed a break from all this. A break from being Captain America. A break from being Steve. He needed to just be Bucky and Tonys mate, and let them take care of him.

Steve shook his head and pushed those thoughts away. He had been feeing down for weeks now and didnt really know what to do about it.

“If you’ll excuse me.” he said politely. “I need to take this.”

“Ah. Of course.” Coulson said with a little smile. “By all means, take your mates call.”

“Thank you. Just a few minutes.” Steve stepped into the hallway and opened his phone. “Bucky, I swear to god. You know I am in a meeting, I will muzzle your–”

“911, Steve.” Buckys voice was stressed, nearly a whine. “911, our room. Its Tony.”

“Oh shit.” Steve only stepped into the conference room long enough to snatch his shield, and took off running, no apology or explanation or anything.

“ I havent been around the compound much since this all happened.” Coulson commented mildly. “Does this sort of thing–”

“Tony is the most high maintenance person in the world. Also the most high maintence shifter. Steve and Bucky have their hands full all the time.”

“Tony only weighs eighty pounds.” Coulson raised his eyebrows and Rhodey just started laughing.

“Phil. You literally have no idea how much of a handful Tony can be.”

“Isnt his shifter form a cat?”

Phil. You have no idea.” The colonel collapsed back into his chair, shoulders shaking.

“But both Rogers and Barnes are Alpha–”

“Phil.” Rhodey was full on cackling now, wiping his tears away. “You have no idea.”

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Imagine Sam realising he can have both you and hunting

You stretched out your limbs, relishing in the warmth of your blankets as you turned in your bed. Your body stiffened when you collided with another but you smiled when you saw who it was. “When did you get here?”

“Early this morning, let my self in.” He grinning down at you, a hand running through your hair. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, like I said before; this is your home now too.” You lazily kissed at his cheek, enjoying the way his smile grew wider at your words.

“I’ve missed waking up to you.” He confessed, arms tightening around your waist.

“Me too.” You snuggled in closer to his chest and were suddenly reminded of a time Sam had admitted that he was afraid his way of life would eventually ruin your relationship. “And to think you said this wouldn’t work.”

“You aren’t going to let that go are you?” He chuckled lightly, shoulders raising up and down.

“Just admit you were wrong and I’ll never speak of it again.” You smirked, eyes looking at him through thick lashes.

“Fine I was wrong.” He held his hands up in a sign of a defeat, nose nuzzling into your hair as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo.

You playfully jabbed at his side as you smiled contently. “Now that’s something I could hear everyday.”


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Live A Little

Summary: The Avengers are vacationing at the upstate Avengers facility. On your first night there, you’re so excited over the change of environment that you can’t sleep.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 977

Warnings: *slight* (literally miniscule) mention of sexual activity, FLUFF

A/N: I decided it was time for some pure fluff and I’ve had this shit stuck in my head for quite a while so here ya go folks, one fresh-baked drabble to hold you over until I get requests and next installments of series done also I just realized this is a lot like the beginning of frozen, please throw me into the shame bin


Originally posted by sebstanthemanxo

“Buck, wake up…”

The super soldier groans as you shake his shoulder, swatting your hand away. He tries to pull the covers over his head, but you’re straddling his body, the blankets pinned down underneath your legs. You don’t blame the man; it’s two in the morning and normally, you wouldn’t want to be woken, either. This, however, was a special occasion.

“Doll…” He mumbles, his eyes still shut, mostly asleep. “If you keep sneaking into my room at night, the others are gonna start talking. Steve’s gonna find out about us.”

“Come on, Bucky…” You whine, flipping him onto his back and shaking him some more. “Just wake up, please? I want to show you something.”

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winter [remus lupin]

    request: the lovely @memyselfandandrea aka the main. I’M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG BUT I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS AS MUCH AS YOU NOW LOVE TEEN WOLF

    warnings: none

    word count: 1365


Originally posted by followingthewotters

Sitting upon the warm couch of the Gryffindor common room, you pulled the wool blankets closer to your chest. They scratched against your skin causing discomfort, but you disregarded the feeling as the temperature was below zero outside of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was the coldest and roughest winter that the school had experienced in quite a while; outside the walls, strong winds bashed against the sides of the stone walls and heavy, white snow practically fell horizontally due to the intensity of the weather. The sheer coat of white covering the former green trees and grass seemed frightening.

Especially since your boyfriend of a year was stuck outside with the three of his friends.

Remus Lupin, the boyfriend in question, had revealed his werewolf side to you after three months of dating. It may have seemed to early for such a declaration to any other person, but Remus had known you long before you began dating and he trusted you with all his heart. However, even with the addition of being dating, Remus still worried that you would not want to be with him after such information was revealed. When Remus had told you so, you had reassured him that no matter what shape, you would still love him.

With around nine months passed, you and Remus were still going strong; you helped him recover after full moons and he helped you study for your exams. You helped stitch him up and bandage his wounds when he had a particularly rough night, and you reassured him that he was not a monster after he almost hurt one of his friends.

Usually full moons were easy: James, Sirius and Peter would take Remus out of the castle so he would not hurt anyone. You would wait back at your room, buried beneath the sheets, too anxious to fall asleep. Whenever these nights occurred, you stayed up all night, not able to fall asleep until you knew that Remus and the boys were safe. Until they arrived, you readied the any first-aid you could find and chewed your fingernails until they were raw. On most full moons, you were not this scared; usually you knew that the boys were coming back in a few hours so you did not feel the need to worry as heavily as you did now.

However, tonight was different. Tonight, the weather outside was far below freezing and you could not even see outside the windows. Snow was falling fast and heavy towards the ground and the winds were unbearable. You worried that Remus and the boys would not even make it as far as the gates before they froze to death. Taking care of Remus when he shifted would be the least of their worries with Frostbite and Hypothermia threatening to turn their fingers blue.

It had been nearly five and a half hours since they had left. It had been hours from hell; pacing, anxiety, near panic attacks and tears. When the sixth hour had nearly arrived, you feared you had created tracks in the carpet beneath you from pacing back and forth for so long. You continued to chew on your nails, not caring about the possibility of chewing them to the bone.

Once the sixth hour had passed, you were practically in tears and your face was red and blotchy. A few moments ago you had given up on pacing, choosing instead to take your place on the cushions beneath you.

They had never taken this long, the shifts would have ended by now because of the ever rising sun. Every passing minute only filled your body with more nerves than you had ever felt before. You had even begun to fear that if any other time passed, you would break down and hurt someone.

Fortunately for you, and whoever dared to approach you in such a state, Sirius barged through the door of your room. His hair was disheveled and his clothes unkempt. Even with that in mind, you were on your feet in seconds and taking Sirius into your arms. You squeezed him with all your might, the Black boy seeming like a brother to you. Sirius chuckled, wrapping his arms around you within seconds, his taut arms pulling you close to his body.

“What’s the matter, love?” he laughed, “didn’t think we’d make it back?”

You nodded softly, tears reaching your chin as they dribbled down your cheeks. Sirius chuckled once again, wiping your tears before handing you off to James who had just entered the room behind him. You hugged the male quickly before turning to face your boyfriend.

He looked battered, skin looking bruised and his lip bleeding. He looked the worst of the boys; his hair and clothing both dirty and covered in melted snow, his body shivering and multiple scratches covering his skin. You nearly wept when he managed to give you a small smile.

Leaving James’s side, you brushed past the boys with unmeasurable speed and barreled into Remus’ arms. Remus’ body sagged in relief and he brought his arms up to wrap them around your waist while yours took position upon his shoulders. You pulled him as tightly to your body as you could, trying not to sob into his shirt as it was already soaked through.

When you pulled away, Remus was still grinning, “hey, m’love. You waited for me?”

You let out a watery laugh, “Course, Rem. I’d always wait for you.”

“That’s m’girl, my sweet girl,” Remus mumbled, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face. It tickled and you giggled softly, nosing him in the neck.

“Are you alright?” You questioned, pulling away to inspect his body for injury.

“M’ fine, love. No pain,” He pulled you back into his body, squeezing you softly as he buried his nose into your hair. You returned the favor by burying your face into the layers of clothing on his chest. He smelled like the woods: musky and natural. Buried underneath it, however, was the scent of chocolate and his clothing.

When Remus looked down at your figure, he smiled happily, “You wearing my sweatshirt, darling?”

You giggled and let your body sag into Remus’ one. He pulled you tight once more and lifted you off your feet, pulling you to your bed, laughing when the boys moaned about PDA. They shuffled out of the room while Remus pulled his body over yours, letting your warmth surround him while he pulled off his soaking shirt. He left your side for a moment to change into sweats before sliding beneath you. Remus loved it when you slept on his chest because it gave him security when he knew you were within reach.

You hummed softly and let an arm descend to his chest, tracing circles on his muscles as the other reached up to pull through his messy hair. Remus nuzzled your hand before taking your waist between his fingers and sloppily placing a kiss onto your lips.

“Rem!” You giggled, pulling away, “If you’re gonna’ kiss me, might as well make it a proper one!”

Remus smiled fondly, showing his teeth before grabbing your cheek in one hand and placing his lips onto yours. He hummed when you pressed your lips back, getting lost in the euphoria of it all. He pulled you tighter, his other hand pulling your hips tight against your own.

    When he pulled away, his eyes connected with yours and for a moment it feels as though the world had stopped. Everything was slow and it seemed as if you and Remus were the only two people in the world. It sounded cliche, like something out of a romance novel, but it was true; whenever you and Remus locked eyes, it was like gravity had shifted and Remus had become the center of your world. Everything revolved around him, every word, every smile, every laugh; it was all for Remus.

The only werewolf your heart had room for.

GRAYSON DOLAN X READER

Goodbye

Reader is best friends with Grayson and Ethan, and gets one fleeting day to meet them for the first time, during which time Grayson struggles with the fact that he is helplessly in love with her.

photo creds: sensualkisses.tumblr.com

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Funnily enough, you had met Grayson online. You’d messaged him expecting no response, but for some reason, he did reply. And then he replied again, and again, and now you were best friends, who until today, had never met. He was on tour at the moment, and as much as you’d told him you were so excited for him, a part of you did feel heartbroken knowing that there was no way the twins would ever stop where you lived, nobody ever did. But after the international dates were released, your city had been sneakily added after the release of the list, and it would be the last stop.

You were first meeting them at their meet and greet, which meant that all your past months worth of wishful longing were coming true, and you were going to have to mask your bubbling joy and act semi-normal. The girl in front of you finished her turn, and Ethan and Grayson waved her off politely before spinning in sync to meet the next person, you. They had to play it off like you were any other fan, but it didn’t take a genius to see their dumb grins grow twice the size when they saw you. You zoomed forward, both twins opening their arms for you at the same time, the conflict startling you momentarily, but you went for Gray first. Grayson slinked his arms tightly around your waist, pushing you firmly into his rippled chest, your face buried into the crook of his bronzed neck. He smelt of fresh laundry and overpowering cologne, his breath tingling of mint.

“I wanted to say thank you in person,” you whispered faintly into his ear.

“What do you mean?” Grayson said through a clenched smile, swaying the hug left to right.

“I know you added this tour stop for me,” you smiled into his skin.

Sure, fans in your city had been thrilled to hear they were coming, but the fanbase itself certainly wasn’t booming almost nearly as much as at their other stops, it just seemed a little odd.

Grayson’s cheeks flushed faintly as he squeezed your waist, “I wanted to see you, so why not add another stop?”

You giggled and released him, “We-”

“Are you gonna talk to Grayson all day, should I just give up now?” Ethan said, his arms still weakly outstretched, his lips pouting.

You snorted and leaped into his arms, your legs coming snugly around his waist. 

“Sorry E,” you smiled.

Ethan’s pout faltered a little, “I’ll forgive you if you gimme a ki-”

You shut him up and dropped a kiss on his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt him smile under your lips.

“Forgiven,” Ethan did his ‘I’m hilarious’ grin, and plopped you back down, his eyes lifting and his smile wavering for a second.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion and turned to G, swearing for a second that you glimpsed…jealousy? Oh well, you shook it off quickly.

You took your picture and and got a hug goodbye, parting with an almost inaudible whisper, “See you soon.”

Later

By the time the show was all packed up, you were passed out at home on your sofa from exhaustion. You heard a knock at your door, and blindly stumbled over to let two extremely hyped boys into your place. 

“Let’s get a pizzaaaa!” Grayson bounced up on the couch, his earring jumping up and down. 

“TWO PIZZAS,” Ethan yelled.

You rubbed your eyes and slapped yourself awake, “O-o-” you yawned wide, “Okay.”

“Are you tired? We can go if you want,” Grayson said, catching on to your sleepiness.

“NO!” you jumped, his words waking you right up, “This is the one time I get to see you two idiots!”

“Why thank you,” Ethan smiled.

You giggled and clawed at your face, “You’re gonna have to hook me up with some of your sugar high.”

“Buy an extra large coke with that pizza then,” Grayson winked.

Those pizzas,” Ethan corrected.

The rest of the night was a blur of stories, coca cola burps, and excessive singing to overplayed songs. Three hours after arriving, one sad piece of cheese pizza remained.

“Who wants?” you groaned out, your belly full of bubbles and pizza dough.

“Share with me,” Grayson smiled wide.


“Gray, I’m gonna explode.”

“Oh come on,” Ethan mumbled sleepily, “couples do it all the time.”

“Couples?” You laughed out loud.

Grayson laughed awkwardly, shoving his fist into Ethan’s belly, “You’re so funny,” he growled.

You plopped down beside Grayson, stretching your legs out onto the couch and resting your head into his ‘Post Show Comfy Sweatpants.’

Grayson looked down at you, his startled expression molding into a satisfied little smile, his brown eyes crinkling.

Grayson lowered the piece of the pizza down into your open mouth, and you quickly swallowed a piece of it, clutching at your stomach in protest.

“Sooo cute,” Ethan mocked before promptly passing out.

“He’s right, you are cute,” you giggled up at Grayson.

“Not as cute as you,” Grayson mumbled affectionately, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and drawing a pattern across you skin with his thumb.

Well, that was new.

You blinked up at Grayson, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Gray?” you said.

“Mmm?”

“I’m so beyond happy to have seen you today. I’m so beyond happy that you exist. I love you so much,” you breathed, your eyelids drooping.

Grayson closed his eyes, his teeth grinding together lightly, his hand coming down to rest on your cheek.

“Y/N?” he struggled.

“Yeah?” you managed.

“I love you.”

He said it weakly, barely forcing the words out his lips, and you held onto those three sweet words as you sunk down into your slumber, not realizing the intention behind them.

The next morning

You knew you were too late as soon as you awoke.

The boys were leaving first thing in the morning, and you had slept right through their departure. The only trace of them ever having come was a note.

“You drool when you sleep. Also I’ll miss you, I guess”

- Ethan

Grayson hadn’t written anything, that kind of hurt.

You grabbed your phone, quickly dialing Grayson, who didn’t pick up, so you tried Ethan instead.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he said.

You laughed sadly, annoyed at yourself for wanting to cry.

“Hi Ethan, where are you?” you laughed softly.

“In a cab,” he said, “We didn’t want to wake you up,”

“I miss you already,” you smiled sadly, wiping away a small teardrop.

“We miss you too.”

“I don’t think Grayson does,” you mumbled bitterly.

Ethan coughed uncomfortably, taking a second to respond. “I think he misses you a lot, actually.”

You heard Grayson snap something, to which Ethan hissed, “Well maybe if you weren’t such a cowar-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Only if you cut the bullshit and tell her-”

“I don’t have to do sh-”

The line went dead.

Your mouth hung open and you dropped the phone down carelessly, sinking down onto the floor and starting to cry. Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks as you sobbed into your knees without caring even a little bit. You couldn’t comprehend why Grayson had just turned against you with no cause.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, but you ended up sinking into a restless silence, which was abrupted who knows when, by a quick knock at the door. You brought yourself up, confused as you dawdled over to the door. You pulled it open, your eyed red and cheeks stained.

“Y/N,” Grayson started.

You stared at him, unable to piece together a response, so you started to close the door on him.

“Please, Y/N,” he begged his large hand forcing the door open.

“I don’t feel like hearing your shitty excuse as to why you pretended to be my friend.”

Grayson swallowed, your words sinking in, and he looked beyond hurt.

He pushed the door open, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your waist roughly and pulled you straight into his warm chest. You wanted to protest, but god, it felt good in his arms.

“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” you wept into the soft fabric of his tee.

“Because saying goodbye hurts,” he whispered, his eyes moist as  he nuzzled into your hair. “It hurts so much,” his voice broke, “and it was easier to let go this way.”

“Tell me why,” you begged, ungluing yourself from his body and blinking up at him through your bleary vision.

Grayson shook his head and laughed pathetically, swiping up your tears with his thumb, “Don’t you get it? I already told you why.”

You shook your head in confusion.

“I love you, Y/N, I told myself it was nothing, that I didn’t come here just for you, but who am I kidding? I love you so damn much and I was stupid to think for even a second that by seeing you, these feelings would go away. Being with you yesterday just made me it worse, looking into your eyes and knowing that you don’t feel how I feel. You think I won’t miss you?! No..I’m going to miss you so much that I couldn’t even say goodbye. And it’s been destroying me piece by piece, because every fibre of my being just wants to hold you like this forever, and I love you so much, and it hurts, Y/N.” 

Your heart froze in your chest, and you momentarily forgot how to breathe.

“I just, needed you to know, I’m sorry,” Grayson sighed, letting you go.

“Gray-” you stuttered.

“I have a plane to catch,” he turned.

“Grayson,” you commanded, but he ignored you.

“GRAYSON,” you snapped, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing his back into the wall.

He blinked down at you in shock.

“You think you’re the only one who gets to talk, you jackass?” you hissed.

“Well what do you have to say to me!?” Grayson said, his jew clenched in frustration, his eyes dark.

“This.”

You grabbed Grayson by his jaw and forced his lips down into yours. They were soft and full, sweet like cotton candy, and right now, they were all yours. His scent consumed you, the feeling of his lips molding against yours flaring a fiery spark in your chest. Grayson’s chest heaved heavily against yours in the heat, his hands dropping to your hips and his lips responding quickly. His nails dug into your tender skin, flipping you around and pressing your back hard into the wall as he towered over you, arching his body into your chest, his lips devouring yours. You moaned softly into his lips, sending little vibrations into Grayson’s, your hands grabbing the back of his hair and tugging him into you as you urged for more. He squeezed at your hips, his tongue entering your mouth, and you followed his lead, letting yourself explore him. Your head spun, knees weak from the taste of him that you knew you would never get enough of, and it consumed you like a drug.

Grayson detached his lips from yours, his eyes closed, his heavy breath tickling your skin.

“Y/N…” he mumbled faintly, his hands moving gently to hold your wrists, which fit easily in his grip.

“I always loved you, Grayson Dolan.”

Gray opened his eyes, scanning you over carefully.

“Maybe it took me this many I love you’s to finally get it right, and maybe ‘I love you,’ means something different to me now than before, but Grayson, I-”

Grayson silenced you with his lips, pressing them to yours for a fleeting second.

“This is all I ever wanted,” he breathed, placing his nose to yours.

“You’re all I ever wanted,” you smiled softly.

Suddenly, Grayson released you, his expression saddening.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“In a way, this is worse.”

“Hm?” you questioned.

“In a way, saying goodbye… is even worse now,” he sighed.

You stared blankly at him, the silence ringing in your ears, your answer falling easily off your lips.

“Then don’t say goodbye.”

Oracle [Chapter 2]

Originally posted by jypnior

Chapter 2 of Oracle

Ch 1

Series Genre: AU/Angst/Fluff/Smut


“Are you there?” he chuckled, approaching you in your state of bewilderment.

He leaned over you, placing a soft kiss to your cheek as you continued to stare.

Who knew Youngjae had such a beautiful body? Moreover, who would have guessed that he was so… So well endowed to put politely.

Your cheek grew warm where his lips had left their mark. Something in you wanted more of his warmth.

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*Search For A Cure* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Can you do newt x reader where reader is seriously ill and Newt is traveling around the world to find the cure? Like you can leave her at London or make her go with him, your choice! Maybe it gets angsty af but at the end everything works out and it’s pure fluff♥️ I’m sorry if this is very crappy idea😅

♦ I decided to make this a multiple parts story. Hope that’s okay, Anon! ^_^

Newt stood at his work table inside his hut mixing the swooping evil venom with various other things and jotting notes down in his tattered journal. You were comfortably sitting on the cot in the corner engulfed in a new book you started reading a few days ago and couldn’t seem to put down.

Every few minutes, you’d glance up and smile as you watched your boyfriend working. You loved how he held his wand between his teeth as he used both hands to pour the various concoctions. 

You coughed and Newt’s head turned to look at you and he removed his wand from his mouth, placing it beside his journal. 

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couple of horndogs, these two

oily massage turns in to an oily dickin’ (what a plot twist amirite?) ft. brotherly teasing

~1600 words (and minimal editing)


Thor admires his brother from behind as they dry themselves off after their bath. A smirk graces his face as Loki grimaces and hisses softly, his movements awkward and stiff after a long overdue bout in the sparring ring. He admires the bruises left scattered over his brother’s creamy skin, taking them in shamelessly and greedily, knowing that the potion Loki had put in their bath would make disappear within hours. The medicinal scent of it lingers in the muggy air, sitting in the back of his throat.

When Loki bends forward to pat the water off his bruised shins, Thor finds himself unable to resist the temptation his brother’s ass presents. He pulls his towel from where it’s wrapped low around his hips, sneaks up closer without a sound as he twirls the fabric between his hands.

The snap echos off the tiled walls. As does Loki’s high-pitched yelp and Thor raucous laughter.

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Where Soul Meets Body- 7

Summary: Soulmate AU. Some people went their entire lives without ever meeting their soulmates. You were one of the lucky ones, to have found and fallen in love with the owner of the initials tattooed on your hip. When your soulmate’s best friend struggles to deal with a tragedy in his own life, you discover that you might not have been as lucky as you thought.

Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Not MMF)

Warnings: (Series, not specifically this chapter: bad language, unprotected sex or sexual situations, drinking/alcoholism, drug use, violence, cheating, references to death, mutilation and trauma, maybe more.)

Words: 1989

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Master   Part 6

Originally posted by drugs-we-love

You were not alone when you woke up the morning of Steve’s departure. Surprised as you rolled over, your eyes snapped open, only to be met with a wall of flesh, stretched tightly over a muscular back. Nuzzling into the warmth his massive body provided, you wrapped an arm around his torso and pulled yourself as close as you could get, morphing your body to fit the curve of his.

He started shifting, slowly turning onto his back as you tried to keep ahold of him. A deep, throaty chuckle fell from his lips as he peered through sleepy blue eyes at you, shielding his face from the sun with one arm thrown over his face. “Mornin’,” he drawled, using his other arm to hold you against him.

“You’re actually in bed,” you commented, fingers dancing over his ribs. He chuckled again, feebly trying to stop your tickles.

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Draco being jealous would involve...

A/N: This got pretty serious, pretty fast. I hope it does make sense though. I am tired ugh ;A; I hope you enjoy reading this and I apologize if this is not what you wanted. But I wanted it because I just do not imagine Draco to be the sweet guy. 

Sorry for stealing your gif, honey @nellaey  but with this, I give you the full credit for this wonderful gif.

Originally posted by nellaey

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