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epikegster 2k14 “Oh” au
  • in an au where parse never showed up to epikegster, i like to think jack had his “oh” moment in the hazy dark of that cold, loud winter night
  • (like, what could be more different than graduation? in the warm, bright day, scared but certain of his immediate future, speaking to his father in soft french while bells and birds sing overhead?)
  • it’s a different kind of “oh” – it’s not one last shot before everything changes, it’s one more layer of confusion and uncertainty as he enters his final semester at samwell
  • but it’s also…comforting.

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I DIDN’T HAVE TIME FOR “CLASSY”

Originally posted by magiccastles

Summary: You’re the student body president. Your boyfriend is the school’s notorious bad boy and an underground performer. There’s no way the two of you do anything sexual… right?

Warnings: language, fingering, penetration (idk man it’s smut and it’s not as wild as some I’ve written)

Word Count: 2133


“You’re watching me perform tonight, right baby?” Jaebum asked, snaking his arms around your waist as his chest pressed against your back.

He placed a small kiss on the back of your neck then one behind your ear. You leaned back against him, temporarily stopping what you were doing.

“Help me finish taping this poster up and I’ll consider it,” you replied.

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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

Warning, this chapter contains strong sexual language, and is smut.  It contains fingering. 


I had never really felt something so disguised by love. A feeling that betrays my mind and feeds my body, and in return my heart becomes vulnerable. Lust. I had never really felt it once in my life, up until now. But I still don’t understand it. The very feeling of it, the desire that bubbles up in your stomach, clouds your judgement and erases any of your critical thinking skills.

Oh how he flooded me with this feeling, the dopamine he released within my brain, the endorphin’s that acted out of pure desire for pleasure, one that he could create and expect for me to return. I had always seen it as a sin, but he makes me see it as an addiction.

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bear with me…

  • neils got blisters so many blisters along the heels and balls of his feet and he usually has one or two toes bandaged bc they were bleeding from how much he runs and practices 
  • hes got dry ankles and banged up and bruised and cut knees almost all season 
  • he has that light ginger almost blond body hair covering his arms and legs and body thats so light that in the right light it looks like hes completely shaven 
  • his calves and thighs are probably the thinnest but most defined of the whole team even allison cant compete with the definition of neils upper thighs bc of how much and how fast this kid can run 
  • hes got freckles along his legs and up his back they arent in any sort of pattern theres probably not even that many theyre just spread randomly on him 
  • hes got this birthmark that looks like a bruise on his right outer thigh that he pokes and prods waiting for it to heal but never realizes that its permanent he just thinks he keeps bruising that particular place over and over again 
  • neils got a rather defined stomach as well perhaps not as much as say kevin or matt or even dan but he has a v clear 4 pack that could be a 6 pack if kevin had his way with neils diet 
  • hes got scars 
  • old and new that have just become a part of him as much as every freckle 
  • theres a gunshot wound from when he was 14 on his lower left flank other scars from where gunshots scraped past him 
  • other times when shrapnel pierced his skin
  • and multiple knife wounds, stabbings and deep cuts, each once had a story that not even andrew knew yet 
  • some had stories that neil would rather not remember himself 
  • he doesnt have a v broad chest but its still p defined as well 
  • hairless which hes not sure how he feels about esp when andrews not 
  • his arms are nice but more lean and less defined and muscular for the sake of muscles 
  • he has long arms that were a problem when he was younger and they got in the way while he was growing they still look a little out of place considering hes not v tall still but he has arms that rival nickys in length
  • he has a scar right by his collar bone where hed been stabbed and another along his neck that you couldnt see unless neil was looking directly up in good lighting 
  • from when he had had a man start to slice his throat when his mother hadnt dropped her gun fast enough even when her sons life had been on the line and deeper still even after she had dropped it 
  • he has small ears 
  • rather ears that dont stand out too much esp when he lets his curls grow out, he eventually gets quite a few piercings along his left ear leaving the other alone 
  • he has a very chiseled face his jawline very defined his cheekbones hidden behind a couple of bad scars 
  • his eyelashes and eyebrows a shade or two darker than the hair on his head and his eyes the color of an iceberg framed by long lashes and and crows feet that he gets from his mom 
  • Andrew has small feet…not necessarily small, but smaller than Neil’s 
  • He’s got light brown/dirty blond body hair and this boy is hai ry 
  • hairy lil baby 
  • i digress 
  • hes got calves that should scare you, not necessarily v huge and strong like Neil’s, but so ridiculously defined even the football players are jealous 
  • his knees are soft but still scratched up and scarred just like the rest of the foxes 
  • his thighs are a little chubby bc that sugars gotta go somewhere
  • that somewhere being his chubby thighs and chubby butt and slightly squishy abs that shouldnt be abs but ARE bc my son exercises 
  • this boiiii
  • i love him so much idk what to do with myself 
  •  anyway 
  • hes hairy like i mentioned so i mean im not, no, no im totally saying happy trail
  • also can we talk about these idiots and the v defined V’s they both sport 
  • like 
  • stop it you two 
  • but also never stop i support and love - i digress 
  • where tf was i 
  • oh
  • the..scars 
  • Andrew’s got scars along the tops and sides of his thighs, those were all him 
  • he’s got barbed wire scars from a stint gone right and only those scars to prove it, all along his right hip and onto his stomach and the top side of his right thigh 
  • he’s got freckles, a lot of them, along the small of his back, along the back of his thighs, and down his spine, some bunched up at the back of his neck
  • hes got small hands, but pianist fingers, long and thin and knobby 
  • he’s got scars on scars on scars on his knuckles from various fights with people and the couple times he smashed a mirror with his fists
  • he wears his armbands at all times, im just…wait. a hijab. I wear a hijab at all times except when I’m home and/or around people I can take it off with, and that has nothing to do with this, but really…parallels well with the armbands 
  • wow i derailed im sorry 
  • anyway his armbands hide the worst scars
  • the ones around both his wrists, the ones that have since scabbed over but still sometimes itch that he tries his best to ignore 
  • hes got sharp, banged up elbows and 
  • broad shoulders and chest to match 
  • he probably does one handed push ups to one up Kevin bc he knows how much it pisses him off
  • he’s got a long neck, and a sharp collarbone that Neil adores
  • a necklace of hickies as proof 
  • his hair usually stay up and out of his face most of the time, but sometimes if he brushes it down it covers his eyes and he does that head jerk thing short haired people do to get it out of the way and he has soft hair and Neil loves pulling on it and running his fingers through it 
  • anyway this got way too longjust take it
SEXUAL FRUSTRATION pt. 2 - JBB

{synopsis} platonic relationship between reader and bucky until bucky decides to help reader relieve some stress

{warnings} male masturbation, a shit load of dirty talk (i might’ve gone overboard), vaginal fingering, tease!bucky, denied orgasm, dom!bucky, very lowkey hate fucking (more on the reader’s side than anything), metal arm kink

{pairing} dom!bucky x fem!reader

{word count} 2045

tags - @arabellaaurorabarnes , @firebendergirl33 , @justonenobody , @harrisbn @madbabie

   It had been two weeks since their little incident, and when Bucky said he wanted to get Y/N riled up, he wasn’t lying. It had been absolute torture for our poor girl; with the looks Bucky gave her when he walked into a room, the sinfully tight shirts he wore during training, the small moments when no one was looking that he would grind up against her, speak lowly in her ear and then leave like nothing had happened. Just this morning he pulled something that nearly made Y/N explode…


   Y/N grumbled as she made her way down the hallway to the elevator; the only thing on her mind being food. She had spent the entire morning cooped up in her room, particularly to avoid making any and all contact with a certain James Barnes (who happened to reside three doors down from her). She thought she had been doing a good job so far, and had actually gone as far as to ask FRIDAY about Bucky’s location throughout her time hiding out, just in case he decided to surprise her. So, as she passed his room, Y/N was quite surprised (and very alarmed) to hear low moans coming from inside. She thought she had made sure that Bucky’s room was clear before she set off on her escapade to retrieve food… guess she was getting lazy.

   Sure, she had recently been in a state of constant hatred towards the man, but she still cared for him. It’s not like they didn’t have history. Therefore, being the gallant little Avenger she is, Y/N quickly darted to Bucky’s door and swung it open. The sight she was greeted with nearly knocked the breath out of her chest.

   Bucky Barnes was not in trouble; oh no, he was far from it. The man in question was sprawled out on his bed, the duvet kicked lazily around his feet, his body bare and his legs spread wide. Bucky’s chest was heaving as he took deep breaths between low moans and throaty groans, his metallic hand gripping the headboard and his human hand pumping his cock at a steady rhythm. Y/N was at a loss for words as her eyes traveled his figure, his skin covered in a light layer of sweat, his abs contracting as waves of pleasure washed over his body. He was like something out of myth; he was a fucking god. Bucky’s head was thrown back as a breathy “oh god” fell from his sinfully plump lips, his eyes scrunched shut and god his neck… how Y/N was alive at that very moment remains a mystery. 

   But before anything else could happen, Y/N closed the door as dramatically as she had opened it, and fell against it as she stared, wide eyed, at the opposite wall of the now eerily quiet hallway, her mind attempting to grasp what had just happened. A sharp breath left her in the form of what sounded like a panic-ridden sigh, and Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, trying to wipe her brain of what she had just seen. But did she want to?

   Bucky, on the other hand, had stopped his movements and was smirking triumphantly to himself. He heard her exasperation through the door, hell, he could feel it radiating off of her. So, just to make matters worse for our poor girl, he opened his mouth and moaned in the most pornographic way he could muster, “Oh, Y/N!”

   He waited for a response, and not less than a second after the words left his mouth, he heard a loud gasp and clumsy footsteps leading away from his room. Bucky threw his head back in silent laughter and grinned deviously to himself. Everything was going to plan…


   That moment was still haunting Y/N. It was most definitely still haunting her as our girl has her hand stuck down her panties, her pointer and middle finger pumping furiously into her wet core. She had been going at it, laying in her bed, for the past 10 minutes and so far she was receiving jack shit. She was just about to give up when a knock came at her door, reviving a flame that had settled in Y/N for the time being. Her voice was sharp and uninviting as she yelled out: “Who the fuck is it?”

   A low chuckle came as an answer, and Y/N was at a loss for words, her cheeks heating up as her mind immediately wandered to the morning incident. “Doll?” the smug bastard called out in an innocent, sing-song voice, “It’s me. Can I come in?”

   Y/N thought to herself for a minute, did she really want him to come in? Maybe he had come there to settle the tension that had been building between them for the previous two weeks… lord knows it was about time… But it was too late for second thoughts because before Y/N could overthink what was about to happen any further, her legs had already carried her to the door and her hand was already on the handle, turning the knob and then opening the door to reveal a very smug looking Bucky. Damn you, subconscious movements. Y/N rolled her eyes at the sight of his infuriatingly happy face, a sharp sigh falling from her mouth. Bucky’s face faltered for a moment and his eyebrows furrowed in a playfully offended way, “Good to see you too, dollface. May I come in?”

   Y/N rolled her eyes again, “Whatever, just don’t fuck anything up.”

   Bucky chuckled but followed her into her room, taking note of the messy bed covers and the lack of pants on the girl in front of him. She had so been touching herself. Bucky took a seat at her desk as Y/N curled up on her bed, an expectant look on her face. “Well? What do you want?” she asked him, an impatient edge in her voice.

   He sat in her chair silently for a few moments, eyeing her over, then he suddenly rose from his seat, and had her pinned to the mattress before she could even blink. His body was hovering over hers, Y/N’s hands trapped above her head, and Bucky’s steel blue eyes boring into her own. His voice was lower than she had every heard it when he spoke next, “I want you to drop the damn attitude. Understand, sweetheart?”

   Y/N understood clearly, and, though a surge of defiance struck her, she calmed it and slowly nodded her head. Bucky smiled and his eyes darted to her lips as he spoke, “Good girl.” Then, his mouth molded with hers and the game began.

   Their kiss was passionate, though their passion rooted from different seeds. Y/N’s was purely animal, raw need surging through her as she bit Bucky’s lip and grinded against his crotch. Bucky’s passion came from the desire to be in control. His was controlled and relaxed, his kisses calculated and thought through, just like everything else in his life. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was playing off of Y/N’s lust and need. He was playing her like a fiddle, and they both knew it. Eventually, the kiss broke off and Bucky began to trail his lips down, planting kisses on her face and peppering her jaw, his teeth nipping at the taut skin of her neck and collarbone. His mouth didn’t go any farther than that, though, and this frustrated the everloving fuck out of our dear Y/N. So, she voiced her complaint: “Get a move on, you prick. What the hell are doing, huh?”

   Bucky stopped his actions and tsked, his eyes adopting a playful glint as he grinned. “I’m playing with my food, baby. Get used to it, games are my specialty.”

   She gasped, in an almost accusatory way, a fire lighting in her eyes. Y/N struggled momentarily against Bucky’s grasp on her hands, but gave up when she realized he truly was in control of her, and he wasn’t going to give up on his power as easily as she had hoped. Bucky got back to work, sucking marks on her skin and soothing them with his tongue, drawing hisses and gasps and moans from the helpless girl underneath him. He reveled in the power he had, how his mouth alone could create such angelic sounds and make a woman as strong-willed as Y/N squirm and whimper. He was in absolute heaven.

   Not soon after Y/N began to grind her crotch against his, Bucky’s metal arm released it’s grasp on her right hand and began to trail down her front, goose bumps being left in it’s trail. Y/N gasped at the contrast in temperatures, her hot skin mixing deliciously with the coldness of the metal, the prosthetic limb biting her skin playfully. Bucky smirked at the reaction and continued his hands decent until he had reached her pelvic bone. There, he let his pointer finger trace a continuous circle on the spot where her hip bone jutted out, slowly testing the stormy waters that were Y/N’s patience and tolerance. She moaned though, to Bucky’s pleasant surprise, and almost whined out when she pleaded, “Bucky, please…”

   The assassin couldn’t say no to that face. So, his metal limb snuck it’s way underneath the material of Y/N panties and quickly got to work on her pussy. First, he ran his pointer finger up her slit in a smooth path, collecting her wetness along the way. When his trail ended, he used the collected juice to lubricate her throbbing clit, and slowly began to trace circles on the sensitive nub with toe curling pressure. Y/N let out a low moan at the sensation, her now free hand grasping Bucky’s prosthetic arm like if she let go it would disappear. Bucky groaned at the sight, and decided he wanted to add a new factor to the game they were playing. He was going to make her melt with his words.

   “Doll,” he started, his voice gravelly, “do you know what I was thinking about this morning when you caught me touching myself?”

   Y/N’s breath caught in her throat and her voice came out as a whisper, “Y-you heard me?”

   Bucky sunk his middle finger into her core and she gasped, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. He chuckled dryly, “Super soldier, babe. Now, tell me dollface, do you know what I was thinking about?”

   Y/N bit her lip and shook her head. Bucky smirked, this was going to be fun. “I was thinking about how good it would feel to have your mouth wrapped around my cock, your eyes staring up at me innocently, your pretty pink lips going up and down, up and down. God, baby… you have no idea how pretty your moans would sound, muffled around my dick. I would grab your hair in my hands and fuck your mouth so good, darling” -Y/N moaned at that- “going in and out, deeper and deeper and deeper until I cum inside your throat. You would like that, wouldn’t you, baby? I bet you would, you naughty girl.” Bucky’s fingers pumped continuously faster as his words became lower, his mouth inching closer to her ear. The deep gravel of Bucky’s voice raised shivers on Y/N’s skin, and she was in absolute heaven.

   A familiar burning sensation began to spread from Y/N’s lower back to her thighs and stomach, reaching as far as her toes. She began to subconsciously grind on Bucky’s fingers, desperate for her release, and Bucky was almost convinced to give it to her. But he needed her to wait just a little while longer…

   “You know, love, I would adore the sensation of you cumming all over my fingers, but I think I need you to simmer just a little while longer…” and with those devastation words, Bucky slipped his fingers out of Y/N’s pulsating core, and was out of the room before Y/N could even sit up. With a devious smirk, Bucky sauntered down the hallway, sucking on his fingers and laughing silently. His shit-eating grin just grew as he heard an explicit line of swears leave Y/N’s mouth. This was too easy…

phantomavenger  asked:

Prompt #11 :)

I loved doing this one. Here’s #11: “If I die I’m going to haunt your ass.”


“You’re the worst, like the actual worst!”

Derek huffed beside him, “if you don’t shut up I’ll leave without you.”

Stiles paused, eyes wide and mouth dropped in shock at the threat. He didn’t sense any joke behind it. Instead he went back to his silent freak out as he did his best to ignore the undead groans from the other side of the door.

Zombies. Freaking zombies. As if Beacon Hills couldn’t get any worse. This time if people were bitten they wouldn’t turn into were-somethings. They’d be zombies; rotten, gnarly, undead flesh craving things. Of course Stiles had played his fair share of online games with his friends to fight off creatures, like zombies, but the real thing was much more terrifying. They smelled terrible, their skin looked horrendous especially when it fell off in chunks, and for the love of God the noises were things of nightmares.

Sick pained groans that were hollow and void of any sort of intelligence.

Just hungry.

Very hungry actually since they tried to make him Stilinski a-la-mode about five minutes ago and Derek a Hale sunday.

“This is your plan? Hide in a storage closet?” Stiles asked and flailed just crazily enough to knock over a paint can.

It clattered to the floor with a harsh sound followed by a long silence. Derek’s eyes flashed blue, and gave Stiles level ten of the Hale-Glare-of-Gloom™. From outside the storage room of the old factory the silence gave way to loud hungry moans of the undead, bodies banging against the door. The rusted hinges weren’t going to last if the pileup on the other side grew until the pressure was too much.

“If I die I’m going to haunt your ass,” Stiles muttered as he shuffled backwards until he was flush with the wall, his heart about to beat out of his chest.

“You’re not going to die Stiles,” Derek said.

“I’m so going to die, you’ll probably heal,” he said, his hand ran through his hair but didn’t seem to have its usual calming effect, “oh, God. I’m gonna be a zombie—holy, Derek…you gotta keep my dad away from fast food, alright? His cholesterol is through the roof. Give Scott my comic collection; he’ll keep them safe–”

His panicked ramble was cut off when Derek was suddenly in his space, his hands tight around Stiles’ shoulders. There was this look of…uncertainty in his pale green eyes, and before Stiles knew what happened he was wearing the leather jacket.

“What–?”

“Keep your head down, hang on tight, and whatever happens…run,” Derek said seriously before he hoisted Stiles up onto his back.

Stiles gasped in surprise, his legs automatically locked around Derek’s waist as his arms wrapped around Derek’s shoulders. His mind raced with questions, for example; why the fuck Derek was about to risk his life for him of all people? Seriously there was no rhyme or reason for it, the guy made his dislike for Stiles crystal clear.

The door was kicked open, the hinges flying off and the metal crushed the few zombies right in front of it. There was a split second path and Derek was already running; Stiles let out a small shriek and curled himself tighter against Derek, his head hidden in the crook of Derek’s neck. Hands tried to swipe at him, but the leather and denim he wore made it hard for hands to actually grab and tear into his flesh.

Stiles had no idea how Derek was doing, he had no idea if he was hurt, he had no idea where they were going. At one point Derek jumped, and they free fell for a while before landing. Eventually though they made it to a place where fresh air was all around them and the noises of zombies were gone.

He found it in himself to look up when Derek slowed, they made it out of the old factory, into the back end of the woods.

Victory.

Well almost, because suddenly Derek collapsed to the ground with Stiles still on him. His knees smacked onto the hard ground violently but he had enough sense to roll off Derek, finally taking a second to see if he was okay.

“Oh my God, dude, Derek!” Stiles gasped and scrambled to his knees to shove Derek on his back and off his wounds.

There were angry tears of skin and muscle, blood oozed out in thick globs, and Stiles was so sure he was about to puke. Derek let out a pained sound and tried to curl in on himself only to fail and fall back.

“You so cannot die! We save each other! We don’t freaking die!” Stiles exclaimed, trying to see if the wounds were healing themselves or not.

Hands cupped his face and pulled him away from Derek’s torso. His eyes met pale ones which were riddled with pain. Stiles hated that; he couldn’t even do the cool werewolf pain drain thing, he could only sit there helplessly. He wasn’t just sitting there though, because now he was bent down with lips on his which were surprisingly soft.

So maybe he totally flailed and maybe he accidently bit Derek’s lip, but he was well within his freak out rights. Derek Hale was kissing him and he hasn’t kissed many people, let alone super attractive people that were so out of his league.

Stiles pulled back, lips still semi-puckered with his brows drawn in, “why did that feel like a goodbye kiss?”

Derek had the audacity to roll his eyes, “not…a goodbye kiss, it was a ‘calm down I’m healing slowly’ kiss.”

“So you’re not dying?!”

“No, I can feel myself healing.”

“Oh sweet Jesus,” Stiles wheezed, leaning back down for another kiss which was probably only a little less clumsy than the first one.

“What kind of kiss was that?” Derek asked softly.

“I think it was a ‘thank god you’re not dead don’t do that to me again you dick’ kiss,” Stiles answered.

“I saved your life. I’d do it again if I had to.”

“Are you getting sentimental on me?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Derek did in fact shut him up.


ASK ME A PROMPT FOR THE DRABBLE CHALLENGE!

ageisia  asked:

Ah, I forgot to give you a prompt, didn't I? Can I have something where Sam, Steve and Bucky all get deaged together shortly post CACW and Team Iron Man has to deal with their prepubescent shenanigans and their feelings? Like 10-12 years old and they're all little shits. Especially Steve to Tony after Tony guesses that Steve is 8, which is a mortal insult when you are 11.

I am so sorry for the lateness of this! I meant to answer it last weekend but I was still in Sinus Haze at that point. :D I had a lot of fun with this one! 

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“They were supposed to be here for the signing of the revised accords,” Tony said.

“And Barnes was supposed to turn himself in to SHIELD,” Rhodey added.

T'Challa and Tony both looked at him, Tony’s eyebrows rising.

“What? He killed your parents, I don’t get to be mad about that?” Rhodey asked.

“Sure, but if you’re as mad as I was you also get to be in some pretty intense therapy for like a year,” Tony said, turning back to the glass window, which looked in on three children in the holding room at the Avengers compound.

“We came through an electrical storm in the jet on the way here,” T'Challa said. “When we came out of it…” he gestured at the children. Steve, an incredibly tiny, frail child, was wrapped in a blanket. They’d found clothing that would more or less fit Sam and Bucky, who looked to be on the verge of puberty, but Steve was stuck in an oversized shirt and a blanket he’d tied around his toast-rack chest like a sarong.

“You know how I know this is magic and not science?” Tony asked.

“Wanda wasn’t affected?” Rhodey ventured.

“Neither was I,” T'Challa pointed out. “We think because I was in the shielded cockpit.”

“No, I know this is magic because whoever did this to him gave him a teeny tiny arm,” Tony said, pointing at Bucky’s child-sized prosthetic, as menacing in its own way as the real adult thing.

“I think I can fix it,” Wanda said. Her eyes were glowing red, and the air was sort of dancing around her. Tony wondered how much she’d been practicing since she’d arrived in Wakanda. “But I’m worried about going in there alone.”

“For them or for you?” Tony asked, and she looked – startled, like she’d forgotten he could care about people. That was going to sting for a while.

“Both. There are three of them, one of whom has a metal arm,” she said. “And I need someone to take me down if I lose it, which…is usually Steve’s job.”

“I can go,” Tony said. “The repulsors bracelets are subtle, won’t freak the kids out. And I can distract them if you want to work on them one at a time.”

“Do you have any experience with children at all?” Rhodey asked.

“I’ll have you know I dealt very handily with the last twelve-year-old I knew,” Tony replied loftily.

***

Wanda was sitting on the floor, trying to lure Sam away from the smartphone he was playing with, when she heard Steve yell: “I’m not eight!”

“Hey, calm down, I was guessing,” Tony said, and Wanda looked over just in time to see Steve stand up, his terrifyingly thin little hands balled into fists. Tony, who was crouched down to talk to him and Bucky (probably mostly Steve; she couldn’t imagine Tony didn’t still have some…anger issues surrounding Bucky), held up his hands.

“I’m eleven! Just because I’m little doesn’t mean I’m a baby!” Steve insisted. Bucky was watching them both warily.

“Nobody’s saying you’re a baby,” Tony replied soothingly. “But – ”

“Don’t talk to me like I am one!” Steve said, and Wanda flinched as he swung his arm. He was going to break his hand on Tony’s face –

She watched, awestruck, as Tony reacted. He’d had all his weight on the balls of his feet, legs bent, body balanced over his knees; when Steve’s fist connected (barely) he threw himself backwards, sprawling and then somersaulting – gracelessly – and collapsing spreadeagled on the ground. Steve looked at his own fist, wonderingly.

“He’s down! Get ‘im!” Bucky yelled, the first words he’d said, and he sprang for Tony, landing hard on his chest. Tony let out a whuff, then curled on one side as Steve started ineffectually kicking him. Sam ran over to help Bucky pin Tony down, and Wanda got up to make sure they weren’t hurting him, but Tony was grinning as he hid his face and curled up his body against Steve’s snowflake-like blows.

Eventually Steve flopped down with the others, breathlessly giving up his assault, and Tony lay still underneath the three boys, grinning up at Wanda as she stood over them.

“Okay, you vicious little weasels,” he said, and Wanda waited for all three boys to take offense, but none of them bothered. “You are meant to be big grown adult males who could actually break my bones. Wanda needs to fix you up, put you back the way you were.”

He sat up, dislodging Sam, and then kicked his legs gently to shove Bucky off as well. Bucky clung on grimly with his metal hand around Tony’s ankle, but most of him slithered away.

“Do I really grow up big?” Steve asked, and Tony pulled him into the gentlest of headlocks, one huge palm resting on Steve’s strawlike hair.

“Bigger than everyone else,” he assured him.

“Bigger than BUCKY?”

Tony leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Even Sam grows up bigger than Bucky.”

“That’s a lie!” Bucky insisted, getting to his feet. “Make me grow up first!” he insisted to Wanda. “So I can prove it!”

“No, me first!” Steve yelled, which meant Sam insisted too, and suddenly instead of three sullen little shits refusing to obey her, she had three eager little boys all jostling to be first.

“You did this,” she said to Tony, who shrugged and rubbed at his ankle, which was starting to show a bruise where Bucky had clung to it.

“I don’t know a ton about kids but I know a lot about managing humans,” he replied.

Hold Me Tight | Pt. 1

( can you trust me? )

Part 1 | Part 2

Anonymous requested: Hwarang AU + Royalty/Servant AU
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff; Royalty AU + Soulmate AU (in which you know they’re your soulmate when you touch them for the first time + share extreme physical sensation after you meet)
Word Count: 5,930
Author’s Note: The original request… did not call for a Soulmate AU but I thought to myself hey what would make this more interesting and 10x more painful and thus, this concept was born. I actually got around to watching some of Hwarang before writing this, so I feel a little more qualified for this—but you don’t need to have previous knowledge of the show before reading this. Thank you @cheymint for dealing with my initial worry over the world building, I hope this satisfies!

Summary: Kim Taehyung is expected to spend the rest of his life within the company of nobility after joining the ranks of the kingdom’s newest royal guard. He anticipates alot of new experiences, new people… but the spark of a touch more powerful than anything before in his life is definitely not one of them—from the shadows of maids and housekeepers nonetheless.

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The morning greeting comes has it always does within the household: a pounding fist against his headboard as the blanket is ripped off Taehyung’s body. His natural instinct is always the same, which is to curl in upon himself as he lets out the faintest groan of dissatisfaction. “Must you always do that hyung?” The boy inquires, barely offering a side glance to the culprit of his current state of further exhaustion.

Standing above him with the edges of the blanket curled up underneath fingers, Kim Namjoon grins wickedly, already dressed in his robes for the morning lessons. “You know that without me, you’d be late to all your lessons. So step on it. Or do I have to call in Hoseok to help—?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m up,” Taehyung interjects, internally cringing at the thought of Hoseok being called in for assistance in trying to get him out of bed. The boy may have been older than both himself and Namjoon, but more often than not had the tendency to act like a child and Taehyung did not wish to start the day with Hoseok jumping on his bed.

Namjoon laughs at that, throwing the blanket off to the side. “Hurry up alright? You know Master Wooreuk won’t be happy to see you late again.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Taehyung dismisses with a wave, sliding to the front of the bed just as Namjoon slides open the door separating the bedroom with the long hallway before his footsteps become the only thing he can hear along the Hwarang household. With a grunt, Taehyung straightens up, laying out his robes for the morning lesson as he gets to work dressing.

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Anniversary

Originally posted by mvssmedia


Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: Jimin decides to take your relationship to the next level on your anniversary.

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Even (Bucky x reader)

Good evening, sinners! On this week’s edition of Smut Saturday, I decided to go with a request that I got a while ago. It’s our dear Bucky Barnes. I hope you enjoy and have fun reading! I love you guys. xoxo

I hope you enjoy anon, wherever you may be. 

Request:  Heyyy can u do a Bucky Barnes x reader were they get a fight and the reader hits him on his private parts…Bucky trembles down right there but he stats acting weird (just to scare the reader) he behaves like he turned into the winter soldier mode and chases the reader like a hungry lion. The reader keeps screaming and Bucky can’t hold his laughter, so when he captures her…you know end it up with smuttttttt

Warnings: Cursing, oral sex (reader receiving), metal arm kink

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“What the hell did I do?” You and Bucky had just walked through the front door, your back turned to him as you heard it slam shut. 

“You were flirting with him, that’s what!” He stormed off down the hall towards the bedroom, his face red with jealousy and anger. You two had gone to a club and some wasted guy came up to you and started flirting. He was drunk for crying out loud, and you were sober, so you thought nothing bad would happen. You played along with him, flirting back, watching the tipsy man make a fool of himself. 

“He was drunk! I was sober! I wasn’t actually flirting with him, Buck.” You followed him, your feet pounding down the hallway. “I was getting a laugh out of it, come on. You know I’m not that type of person.” Hurt was in your eyes. You loved Bucky, but sometimes he got jealous and you didn’t know whether or not he trusted you. You always wondered if he actually thought you would do that to him, if you would really hurt him that badly. He was pacing around the room, his arms crossed over his chest, silent. When you realized he wasn’t planning on saying anything soon, you moved from your spot against the door frame, and plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. 

“You understand that we’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t talk, right?” The annoyance could be detected in your voice, and still, you got no response. “James Buchanan Barnes, I swear to god, if you don’t say something I’m going to-” 

You were cut off by a pained groan from Bucky. As you were going off on him, you had been flinging your arms around at an attempt to emphasize your point. And by doing so, you accidentally backhanded his crotch as he paced past you. 

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Magnetic [Part 1 / 2]

Based on “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, Unprotected Sex, Use of Alcohol, Strong Sexual Reference and Suggestive Themes. 

Word Count: 5.3k+

A/N: I am completely enamored with this song and I had to sink my teeth into the prompt idea so enjoy lovelies! x. T



SoHo, New York City  |  9:57 PM

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The soft golden glow from the lights overhead illuminated the area in a warm, alluring haze that cast everyone in shadows in just the right places. The gloss of the oak bar top shimmered in that light, making the perspiration that touched the wood from your sweating glass glisten brilliantly and you were entranced in watching a drop form. Lost in thought and staring at the cocktail in your fingers, you were unaware of the three men that entered the bar.

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Wrapped Around Her Finger

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Becca Barnes (3 yrs old)

Warning: Cuteness // Fluffiness

Prompts: “Free Willy keep it in the tub.” - “Is that my shirt?”
This was for @atari-writes I hope you enjoy and thank you for the Bucky love!!

“Bath time Becca!” Buck calls down the hall, a devilish giggle echoes back at him. “Becca.” Buck chuckles as his daughter giggles once more. “I will find you.” He chuckles setting down the princess towel in his hands.

“Hehehe.” Becca laughs, as Buck stoops low and starts down the hallway, looking for his daughter.

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local gay spends the night at his crush’s house, what happens next will warm your heart

tags: high school au, pining keith


@freedom-of-peaches


The one thing Keith knows is that Lance smells amazing.

It’s first thing Keith had noticed about him. He smells like lavender; it’s his shampoo, Keith found out after spending the night at Lance’s in freshman year. The sweet smell reminds him of those Lush stores Shiro used to drag him to. Shiro’d ask him which conditioner he should buy for Keith because yes, Keith, you should take of yourself. Keith would point to whatever and try not to stare at the gorgeous employees. He likes the loud ones, with nice bright smiles and lips that aren’t chapped, pretty boys with–

“Hey, Keith-a-roo, are you listening to me?”

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cozy

A/N: Just something I had stuck in my head, so here you go. It’s basically just a drabble, it’s not even at 500 words lol…

genre: fluff

member: jimin


You could feel his steady heartbeat under your ear and it helped lull you to sleep, as it did almost every night.


Originally posted by booptae


You jumped onto the fluffy blankets on the bed, landing on top of a lump curled up peacefully. It let out a muffled groan and you laughed lightly, yanking the blanket down off of the man curled up underneath, though he looked more like a boy with his messy bedhead and closed eyes.

“No,” he whined, fighting to keep the blanket over his shoulder. “Leave me alone, it’s my day off.”

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Yugyeom (M)

Originally posted by got7hoe

“Yugyeom, no come on lets go get some food!” You lazily exclaimed as he once again dragged you to the dance practice room after being in the studio all day with the others. 

“We’ll just be here for bit okay?” He replied with a soft, fluffy smile as he opened the door to the large, dimly lit practice room. With your hand interlaced with his, he pulled into the room; closing the door behind the two of you. 

You stood there, trying to hide the smirk on your face as you felt his dagger like gaze, “What Oppa?” You playfully snapped, your cheeks blushed furiously as he kept his eyes fixated on you. 

The honorific brought a honey-sweet smile to his face, “Practice with me, Jagi..” He hummed as he quickly pranced one to the speaker; plugging the aux cord into his phone, their song ‘Never Ever’ suddenly subtly blasted through the speakers. 

“Yah!” You giggled in protest, shaking your head. “I barely know the choreography for the chorus, you know that!” 

Yugyeom snickered as he fought back his teasing little grin, reaching out for your hand again- he laced his fingers with yours, “It’s okay, babygirl.” He cooed, pulling you against him once more. “Just follow my lead okay?” 

With a defeated nod you silently agreed, then began following his slow steps. 
As the song progressed, you quickened your speed; finally being able to keep up with Mr. Hit The Stage. 

Once the song ended, you attempted to steady your breathing as Yugyeom walked over to his phone changing the song. “Another?” You airily giggled. 

Walking over to you, having not even broken a sweat he smiled down at you. “Come on..” He purred, running his hand up and down your back, “You know this one, don’t worry.” 

Jooyoung - Wet, slowly flowed out of the speakers- the song automatically seemed to speak the two of you. 
Gripping your hips, your boyfriend pulled you in front of him; your ass pressed against his clothed member as you swayed your hips from side to side, reaching your arms up, loosely dangling them around his neck. 

You could hear his discrete heavy breathing as the electricity between the two of you, ignited a flame inside you. His hand slowly trailed down your inner thigh, grazing you clothed heat ever so slightly. Instinctively a small, needy whimper escaped your parted lips. 

“Do you want me, babygirl?” He purred, his hands travelling up to the waistband of your leggings; teasingly tugging at them. 

Licking your lips, you roughly nipped at your lower lip. “Yes, Oppa..” You sung, a needy whimper followed your response his hand slid down your leggings; his long fingers lightly traced along your wet slit. 

A faint, airy chuckle flowed out of him as your essence coated his fingers, “You’re always so ready for me, aren’t you jagi?” He lowly growled beside your ear. 
His fingers began to tease your wanting entrance, drawing out your adorable whimpers. 

You’re breathing became heavier before, the way he made you feel was unlike anything else. “Op-Oppa..” You sweetly mewled out as he continued his teasing assault, diving his fingers deeper into every so often. You’re moans grew louder no matter how much you tried to fight it, “The others.. “ You said weakly, completely unable to finish your sentence. 

“The others what, jagi?” He purred, grinning at how fast he could make you needy little mess. 

“They’re still here..” You finally uttered out in between your continuous moaning, “What- What if they hear?” 

“Shhh..” Yugyeom cooed, diving his fingers deeper into you while sinking down to the wooden floor, bring you down with him. Laying you on your back, he swiftly pulled your leggings down to your mid thighs then continued pumping his digits in and out of you. “Let them hear..” He growled, curling his fingers to perfect hit your most sensitive spot, “I want them to hear how good I make you feel princess.” 
He continued finger fucking you, crawling over your weak frame; placing tantalizing kisses from the base of your neck down to the valley between your breasts. 

“Moan for me jagiya.. Moan my name.” 

“Let them know that I’m the only one that can make you feel so fucking good.”

Ritual

“It was supposed to be a game,” Rosie says tearfully. “I didn’t mean… I’m sorry, Sherlock… I’m sorry, Aunty Molly…

I thought you liked pirates… ”

And she looks away from Hooper and back to the man who was supposed to be minding her. The man now curled up in a ball on 221b’s kitchen floor, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. His breath coming, harsh and shallow.

Though the little one doesn’t realise it, he’s giving every indication of having had a panic attack.

Rosie stares at her uncle in shocked silence: her plastic pirate cutlass hangs forgotten at her side, a felt tricorn hat hanging, half-forgotten, on an elastic string around her neck. The kitchen is a shambles where Sherlock lost his temper.

Even his experiments have been disturbed, his upset had been so great.

Molly exchanges a look with John and he nods, whispers to Rosie to come with him, that Aunty Molly and Uncle Sherlock need a minute alone together. Still muttering apologies the little one nods, throwing herself into her Daddy’s arms and burying her tear-streaked face in his chest.

She says she wants her dollies. 

Muttering soothingly to her, John carries her towards his end of the flat, rubbing her back and telling her everything will be alright. That Uncle Sherlock will be OK, that Aunty Molly will sort him out…

As soon as John’s through the door, Molly drops to the floor. Opens her arms to Sherlock.

After a brief, ashamed moment of hesitation he gives in. Crawls towards her. He hauls her into his lap, holding her close and tight. Burying his nose in her neck until his tears wet her blouse.

“I thought the nightmares were gone,” she says quietly and he shakes his head. Tries to calm his breathing.

“Has this been going on long?” she asks, and again he shakes his head. Again he tries to breathe deeply.

She can feel his heart pounding against her palm.

For a moment she thinks that will be the end of it, that Sherlock has closed himself off totally, but then-

“She’s six,” Sherlock murmurs. “She’s six, and she likes mysteries, and pirates, and she says her favourite is Redbeard.” He shakes his head. Squeezes his eyes shut again.

The pain in his expression is almost too much to bear.

“She’s no idea what could happen to her,” he murmurs, “no idea at all- And what if I can’t protect her either? What if I fail her the way I failed..?”

Victor Trevor’s name goes unsaid, but then it doesn’t need to be. Molly knows he’s been on Sherlock’s mind. The detective lets out another harsh, angry sob, pulls her closer. Kisses her insistently. She strokes her fingers through his curls and lets him get it all out. He needs this. He needs to get used to telling her, instead of bottling it up. It’s for the best, she knows that, and she can only hope that some day he’ll accept it too.

Later, he’ll be embarrassed.

Later, he’ll take her to bed and lay her beneath him. Kiss her. Take her.  He’ll be masterful and demanding, in search of distraction and deniability for his own vulnerability… Determined to take control of himself once again, and to make up for his supposed weakness right now with pleasure for her…

But that’s for later, not for now.

For now he merely worries. About her. About Rosie. About the savage East Wind and all it might yet take from him. Tomorrow he’ll be Sherlock Holmes again, but for today he’s Will and today he needs her.

He needs someone to cry with.

So Molly winds him in her arms and softly promises him that she wouldn’t have it any other way…

Heat.

A/N: Happy fucking birthday to my lovely @siriusly-random. You ooooooooooooooold. Heheheheh. Nah, but seriously, thank you for putting up with my crazy-ass all the time and I hope you have a good day today.

Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: NaLu
Rating: K+ - swearing

Summary: Lucy’s not having a good day. Natsu tries to help. Period comfort fic. NaLu.

She knew she’d forgotten something during their last mission.

Years she’d been taking something to help with regulating her body’s hormones. Years. And ever since, yeah, she had cramps once in awhile, but they were few and far in between.

How the hell had she forgotten to bring them?

A week. That’s all it took. Missing a week was all it took for her to slide right back down to where she’d been before.

Her head was killing her.

She’d nearly snapped the string out of her blinds when she went to close them. The light’d made her head pound and stomach roll. Hurt like hell.

More than she already hurt, with the whole being stabbed by a twisting dagger thing going on.

If she had painkillers, she wouldn’t’ve been able to get up and get them anyway. She couldn’t move from her bed, and the migraine kept her from sleeping.

She just needed to get past the first day. She could do that, right?

twist.

Apparently not.

There was a whish of her window sliding open, and she pulled the covers up over her head as soon as the light from outside streamed in. She always remembered to lock it. 

What the hell was wrong with her?

“Heya, Luce.” Natsu was chipper. Why was he chipper. Why the fuck was he so happy right now. “You weren’t at the guild so—” he trailed off.

She felt him climb in, onto her bed, and heard the blinds fall back into place. Natsu shifted until his weight was gone and her death grip on the comforter loosened as it was pulled from her face. The room was dark, sure, but still light enough to make out the worried expression on his face from his spot on the floor.

“Luce, you okay?”

No. She wasn’t okay. She felt like absolute shit. She didn’t want to deal with this right now. She didn’t need Natsu prying around in her business today. She’d be fine tomorrow.

“I’ll be fine,” she whispered, covering her eyes with a free hand. 

“Should I get Wendy?” he asked, a little too loud for comfort. Lucy winced at that and placed a finger to his lips, her mouth pursed for him to ‘shh.’

She shook her head and wrapped herself back up. “Not something Wendy can fix.”

He looked more worried and cocked his head to one side as she moved, sniffing slightly. Lucy tensed at the sound and closed her eyes. This was not something she wanted to talk to Natsu about.

“Alright,” he said, voice soft. His clothes rustled as he stood and his footsteps faded. It didn’t really register until she was falling asleep that he’d actually used her front door.

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When she woke up later, it was to the smell of chicken.

…what?

Her head was still killing her, but not to the same extent. She could open her eyes to look around and see Natsu in her kitchen, spoon in hand in front of a pot.

“What’re you doing?” she asked, voice raspy.

Natsu’s head snapped around, a small smile appearing at the sight of her as he grabbed a large mug from the counter beside him and ladled something into it. He grabbed something from a plastic bag on her table, along with a bottle of water and came to sit on the floor at the head of her bed.

He offered her the water and a white plastic bottle first. 

She blinked at the label.

“Works for both headaches, and cramps,” Natsu offered, and Lucy blinked.

“Yeah, I know,” she twisted the cap off and broke the seal with her thumbnail. She shook two into the palm of her hand before handing the bottle to Natsu and twisting the water open. She gulped them down gratefully and sighed in relief when her stomach seemed to accept it. She looked back to him, “How did you?”

Natsu shrugged, “Erza. She gets really angry sometimes and once or twice Gray or I have to run to get somethin’ for her when she can’t.” He looked back to the table. “There are a few other things in there, just in case.”

Lucy eyed the mug in his hands, and upon seeing her do so, Natsu handed it to her.

“Broth always helps,” he smiled, and she moaned gratefully at the flavour sliding over her tongue. “Gives your body enough nutrients until you can stomach something solid.”

She gulped it down gratefully. “Why didn’t you just use your fire?”

Natsu smirked, “I love messin’ with ya, Luce, but today’s not a day to burn your house down, don’t ya think?”

Lucy laughed at that, “Any day is not that day.”

He shrugged, “I beg to differ.”

twist.

Lucy’s breath hitched in her throat and she let out a groan, fingers curling painfully around the handle of the mug. She felt his hands pry it from her grip as she buried her face in a pillow and gritted her teeth, hard.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She curled into a ball—bad, she knew, you were supposed to stretch out, not curl up—and bit her lip. Why had she forgotten? If she’d just remembered, then this wouldn’t be happening right now and she could be at the guild reading with Levy or something.

Her eyes flew open at the feeling of Natsu climbing in bed with her.

“Hey, what’re you doing?!” She tried to pull the blanket back, but failed. Natsu was fast when he wanted to be, much to her current chagrin.

“Helping,” he said simply, “turn over.”

Lucy’s eyes narrowed, “Like hell I’m turning over. Get out.”

Natsu sighed and just looked at her annoyed, “Lucy, turn over, alright? Just trust me.”

Lucy crossed her arms.

“Don’t you trust me?” he asked, softly.

She didn’t say anything.

“If you really want me to, I’ll leave,” he started, propped up on his forearm now, “because I know you like your space and don’t like it being invaded. But if you trust me, then turn over.”

Lucy eyed him wearily, before hesitantly turning over.

What was he gunna do anyway that could help her with—

Warm hands circled her torso and settled on her bare lower stomach. 

Really warm hands.

Heat radiated from where Natsu’s fingers were splayed, just above the band of her sweatpants. She could feel him finding that boundary and staying above it, oddly respectful for someone who’d often end up in situations where he was feeling her up.

Her eyes fluttered closed at the warmth.

His breath tickled the back of her neck as she burrowed into her pillow, and her free hand came to rest over his, pressing them deeper into her skin. Natsu took that as incentive to turn up the heat a little more. She was still cramping a little, sure, but Natsu’s magic…

Damn did it feel good.

“Thanks, Natsu,” she mumbled, once again on the edge of sleep.

She felt his forehead against her nape in silent reply.

REALMS (PT5)

Originally posted by youngest-k

REQUEST: HEY I JUST READ ALL OF YOUR FICS HEHE AND I REALLY LIKE YOUR WRITING! CAN I REQUEST A VERY PROTECTIVE DEMON!TAE FIC PLS? DOESN’T MATTER IF FLUFFY OR SMUTTY THANK YOU SO MUCH X 

GENRE: Demon!Au

Why do I need to posses her?”

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