long sleeve red dress


i.e. Tae’s Scary When He’s Angry

Taehyung x reader

Word Count: 12,566 (yikes)

Dedicated to my equally obsessive and kinky friend, Abbie (you know you loved it).

Warning: lots of fluff, love (aka serious business), humor, awfully kinky situations, teasing, and smut (not all in that order though)

A/N: You’re welcome ;) This is the beginning of a series of drabbles for this couple, and was really fun to write. *It’s not meant to be completely realistic, but I tried to keep the boys’ characters in mind, but come on, we all fantasize.* Enjoy~

Important note: ‘Italicized words in this format are Y/N’s thoughts.’

  You had done everything in your power to get Taehyung’s attention, due to his recent unresponsiveness. You were sure he was snubbing you, but for what reason you didn’t know.

  Tonight, Tae and the rest of BTS had a stage and press meet for Mnet, and you, per the norm, were to go along with them for support. Tae rarely left you behind for events such as this because he hated the thought of leaving you all alone at home. The few times he had been forced to leave you alone, he rushed back in despair, with promises to make up for all the lost time. Not that you minded. Those nights definitely made up for it.

  The past few days though, Tae had been very quiet. But not just quiet. He barely even looked at you while you two were together. He kept leaving for work early, barely touching the special breakfast you always made for the two of you to eat together while watching each other from across the table, as neither one of you were awake enough to speak in the mornings. Instead both sleepily, and happily grinning at each another from your self-designated seats.

  Recently though, Taehyung just did not seem to want to have anything to do with you. He had always been so open with you, so the fact that whatever that was on his mind was keeping him from speaking openly with you, bothered you to no end.

 The first day, you just wondered if he was exhausted due to BTS’ recent mini-comeback, but you started to become fervent in your efforts to figure out what was going on with him. You checked just about every news and fan site dedicated to BTS to see if any of the fans had noticed something you hadn’t, but to no avail.      

 Apparently though, the fans seemed just as concerned about your husband as you. Not only was he distant at home, but at work as well. You had even texted the boys to ask them if they had any idea about what might be going on with him. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

 You began to panic after a few days because unsettling thoughts of Taehyung maybe cheating on you flooded your mind. You quickly dismissed them, though, because you knew Taehyung well enough to know that he would never cheat on you. Besides, you trusted him wholeheartedly. He was your best friend and hubbie after all.

  You were at a loss for what was going on with him, but you were determined to figure it out. At whatever the cost. Even if that meant flirting with the other members tonight at the event to get Tae jealous enough to speak to you.

 You knew Tae’s jealous and possessive side all too well. It happened to be the most effective method of getting what you wanted from him (not that you couldn’t ask for whatever you wanted, but it was typically worth the trouble when he was mad).

  You also knew the members of BTS well enough to know they’d be down for just about anything as long as no one was cheating on anybody, and was all in good fun. You were close with each of the boys, and you loved them all as your best friends, especially Taehyung, Jimin and Yoongi.

  Dressing for the event had been rather fun. You didn’t want something too revealing- that had never been your taste. You decided on a dark red turtleneck dress with long sleeves, and a short skirt that exposed your silky legs and thighs, and added red velvet pumps to top it off. You wanted to go all out tonight if you were going to go through with this plan.

  When you finished, you headed out of your closet and downstairs towards Taehyung. He had been pulling on his blazer when you walked out, and barely glanced at you when he grabbed his car keys. It wasn’t until he sat in the car, that something about you must have caught his attention, as he did a double take. He looked into your eyes with surprise for about 4 seconds before turning his eyes forward and starting the engine.

  Throughout the drive, Tae’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel, completely engrossed with the road ahead of him.

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Yes ma’am

Request by @marvelhpaprendice: Hi! This may come out of nowere! But i love your Bucky fics! So i have a request to make! Could you do a one shot where Bucky and the reader hate each other (not really hate, like hate with sexual tension beetween them) and one day, as they watch a movie, they feel the tension that they make and just give in to each other? Thank’s!!!!!!

Summary: Your blind date goes wrong and you find yourself watching a movie with Bucky despite how much you two despise each other.

Warnings: Smutty smut, really small angst. 

A/N: I did this request right away because the messaged me personally and I honestly forgot about the requests in my asks. I’m going to get to them, I promise. I’ve just been extremely busy with school. I’ll try to work on a few tonight and tomorrow if I have time. Thank you all for being so supportive of my Bucky x Reader fan fictions! I love getting feedback, whether it’s positive or negative, both help me improve my writing and story telling.

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A Good Start To The New Year *Steve Rogers x Reader* NSFW

Originally posted by lauraharrier

Requested by Anon:  As for the Steve New Year’s smut, how about the reader comes to a party that their friend (Nat) invited them to and the reader doesn’t know anyone so they feel bad when it strikes midnight, but Nat introduces the reader to Steve and they hit it off and he kisses her and they feel sparks and Steve pulls her away and weeeelllllll
Ratings: Mature Content (+18) Male oral recieving (I write too much female oral, let’s spice it up!), hair pulling and swears.
Remember to wear a condom because I forgot to mention that!

Characters: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanoff (mentioned)

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Note - Disclaimer, I am *new* to smut writing, so if this is all kinds of bad then we’ll blame the fact I’m a novice lol. Let me know what you think, controlled-criticism is welcome (as in, please be nice about your criticism of my smut. If you think I need to work on stuff, tell me nicely, I am a sensitive sunflower that’s trying their hardest.)

You had turned up to the New Year’s Eve party in a tight, long sleeved bodycon, red dress with a criss-cross cleavage cut. It clung to your body in all the right places and this was the first time, in a long time, you were actually able to wear it. Your best friend, Natasha, had approved the dress from the moment you stepped through the door.

You had started the evening in a relatively good mood, you stuck by Natasha as she introduced you to a few of her friends, a lot of men eyeing you up but that wasn’t anything new. There was only one problem with coming to this party, you only knew Natasha, meaning at twelve you had no one to kiss. This would be fine if it didn’t bother you so much.

You would have kissed Natasha if she didn’t already promise her kiss to her friend Sam. You were shit outta luck, stuck at a party without knowing anyone or even a sliver of a chance of getting a kiss this New Year’s, you tried not to let it bother you but honestly the more you ignored the clock ticking, the more aggravated you got.

“Y/N,” You turned away from your drink at the bar to Nat, who was towing Steve Rogers, Captain America behind her. “Steve, this is Y/N, my friend and now mingles.” She left with a flash of a grin as you chuckled.

You glanced back at Steve who was watching Natasha leave; he had opted to trade in the blue Cap suit for a normal, black tux- considering this was a formal Stark party. He looked better in person than you expected, he smiled shyly at you, you patted the stool beside you and he silently took it. It’s silent between you both as you toy with your glass, Steve opens his mouth a few times before deciding what he wanted to say.

“So,” He began, you glanced up and he frowned, “You and Nat? How did you two become friends?”

You chuckled lightly, “Umm, I actually work as a blood splatter analyst, and Nat needed my help on a mission.” Steve raised his eyebrows but looked confused, “I analyse blood splattering’s at a crime scene, basically.”

He nodded and that started the conversation, you talked about everything and anything, from his current favourite sports team to both of your works. The conversation flowed easily and you mentally thanked Nat for introducing you both.

When the countdown started you weren’t as upset about not having anyone to kiss, Steve didn’t leave your side to go kiss whoever he may have promised, meaning he didn’t have anyone; you kinda hoped maybe he’d indicate for you both to kiss but you didn’t want to push yourself onto him. You looked around as everyone was smiling, counting down next to their loved ones or kissing partners, you felt immensely envious over it.

Once it reached the end of the countdown, a few party poppers went off and fireworks in the distance could be heard, the music restarted as everyone turned and got their New Year’s kiss. Before you could down your drink a little tap upon your shoulder got your attention. You turned to Steve who is looking expectedly down at you, you frown but before you can question his odd behaviour he’s leaning down, capturing your mouth with his lips.

It’s a soft kiss, delicate and sweet, as you expected kissing him would be like. His hands slid and grab your waist, tugging you flush against him and you gasp against his mouth, he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue moving against your own in a heated kiss, a kiss you didn’t expect from him, you weren’t opposed to this as you ran your fingers through his blonde locks.

When he pulls away you’re both panting for air, locking eyes you notice the intense stare, his bright blue eyes are considerably darker and his cheeks slightly flushing at the intense make out. His hair a tad messier cause of your wandering hands that now rest on his broad shoulders, his eyes watch as your tongue darts out and licks your bottom lip that’s slightly swollen.

“Do you wanna-maybe- I don’t know-“

You cut him off quickly, “Yes, absolutely yes!”

When you make it to what you assume is Steve’s room, he has you pushed up against the door, hands cupping your jaw in a heated kiss as your own are sliding up his chest feeling the silk shirt he’s wearing and deftly undoing the tie around his neck. You use the tie to pull him closer to your mouth only he slides his lips to your neck, sucking a few marks till he finds your spot, making you shiver delightfully. One of his hands trails down the length of your body, hooking under your knee and bringing your leg up to hitch onto his tiny waist, squeezing the flesh of your thigh in return.

You bring your hands up to his shoulders and begin to shove the jacket off, he helps and lets it fall to the floor and kisses you once more, one hand trailing up thigh that locked on his waist pushing the hem of the dress up and the other free hand trailing down your back and groping your backside. Bring you flush against him. Kneading at the flesh of your bum as your fingers rush to open his shirt.

Once most of his shirt is unbuttoned, save for the last few, your hands begin to wander over his chest. Feeling the muscles tighten and contract under your touch as you drag your nails down the expanse of his torso.

He pulls away and your leg drops, you look at him with wide, lust filled eyes because it’s truly a sight to behold. Steve Rogers, heaving chest with shirt half unbuttoned, and predatory gaze whilst a very distinct bulge in his dress pants. He steps to you; hands grabbing your hips and turning you around, you steady yourself by pressing your palms to the door. Your heart hammering as Steve moves your hair and kisses your neck, his fingers tugging at the zipper on your dress.

His hands slide over your shoulder pushing the red fabric off your body, slowly moving it down your arms and you stand straight as the dress pools at your feet, clad in just red lacy panties and the black heeled pumps. He groans against your neck, hands coming round to knead and pinch at your breasts causing gasps and breathy moans to escape your parted, red lips.

“You know,” you begin but your breath hitches when one of his hands trails down your stomach and plays with the hem of your panties, “it’s unfair that you’re still dressed.” You manage to whisper out and he chuckles against your skin.

“You’re more than welcome to do something about that.”

You turn around instantly in his arms and kiss him briefly as your hands untuck his shirt, unbuttoning the last of the few buttons. His shirt falls to the floor and you are finally able to take in what’s before you. His toned chest and sharp V line, it made you wonder how anyone could let him keep all this concealed.

You unbuckle his belt, smirking as he watches you intently and breath hitching when you glide the zipped down, knuckles brushing against the bulge hiding under the boxers he’s wearing. Without wasting another moment you get down on your knees, pulling his pants and boxers down his legs, his erection springing free from it’s confines.

“You really don’t have –Oh God,” you didn’t allow him to finish that sentence as you took him in your mouth, his hands flying to your head and weaving into your hair.

You smile as you relax your throat and take more of him, swallowing lightly and pulling off before your gag reflex could kick in, your tongue swirling around the tip as your hand gripped around the base and softly started to stroke in time with your licks. You feel Steve’s hips stutter as he’s trying to control himself, although his firm grip in your hair and pulling at the scalp, lets you know he’s not really in full control.

F-uck, you look so hot,” you shoot your eyes up and watch as Steve watches you, he bites his bottom lip as you bobbed your head a few times. Your tongue traces the underside of his cock and you feel his whole body shudder, you lick from base to tip before taking him back into your mouth. 

“Okay, st-stop.” He doesn’t sound too commanding but you pull off with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound.

Steve tugs on your hair, indicating for you to stand up and you wobbly stand up straight, his hand weaving into the back of your hair and pulling your mouth back to his. This time the kiss is more forceful, dirtier than before.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna explode,” you mutter against his mouth and it’s the honest truth, hearing him being so close to coming undone by your mouth just riled you up even more if that was possible. “So, get to it.” You never thought you’d be ordering Steve Rogers to fuck you but hey, it’s a new year.

He chuckles and pulls away, “Yes ma’am.”

He pushes you on the bed and kneels at the end, finally, he grips the hems of your lacy underwear and pulls it down your body, kissing your inner thighs and he lets the garment drop to the floor. You whine when his fingers swipe through your wetness, repeating the words again in a breathy, rushed moan.

“Get on your hands and knees.” It’s a soft demand and you turn over, you feel Steve’s hands roam your ass as you get into a comfortable position, tenderly smoothing your skin, “you’re so beautiful.”

The sentiment and hushed voice made your face and whole body flush, trust Steve Rogers to say a beautiful compliment to you, whilst you’re naked on your hands and knees for him. Your thoughts are cut short when you feel prodding at your entrance, you suck in a shaky breath as he pushes in, the initial intrusion is slightly painful but once he’s buried to the hilt you feel a wash of pleasure.

One of Steve’s hand’s brackets at your hip the other trailing up your spin, leaving goosebumps in it’s awake; his hand settles in the crook of your neck and lovingly squeezes and you let out a soft sigh. You wiggle slightly as an indication for him to carry on and a groan from deep in his throat releases at the sensation rippling through him.

He pulls back leaving just the tip in before slamming back into you, you moan loudly at the sound of skin slapping skin, the feel of him covering your body and starting up a quick pace. The first few thrusts are sloppy and uncalculated, till he gets use to it, once he finds a steady rhythm he’s driving home with each punishing snap of his hips. Hitting your g-spot expertly, his grunts and little, ‘Oh fuck’ make you quiver under him.

You feel Steve leave kisses against your shoulder blades, softly nipping as he kept up the ruling pace of his hips and then you feel his fingers circling your clit, you gasped loudly in surprise. His fingers rubbing, twisting and pinching at the nub, you feel the coil tighten within seconds and you’re reduced to a moaning mess unable to tell Steve how close you are. His hand on your hip tightening, most likely gonna leave bruises, you weren’t complaining over that reminder.

“Cum for me, Y/N, go on.” His voice hots against your ear and with a punctual snap of his hips and flick of his skilled fingers you’re falling off the edge.
Your mouth opening in a silent scream, or maybe you did scream, you can’t be sure since the only noise you can hear is Steve’s skin meeting yours and his grunts of how good you are at your ear.

Steve’s hips start to stutter as you clamp around him like a vice due to the earth-shattering orgasm, one of his hand grasp your breast and after a few thrusts he moans and stops, spilling inside of you and panting against your neck, hips involuntarily stuttering and his hand squeezes your breast a little too roughly but it’s more painful-pleasure.

You both stay like that, panting for air and sweaty, after a few long seconds that could be minutes you feel Steve kiss the back of your neck and pull out. You sigh at the feeling of emptiness but your limbs feel like jello, you shakily roll over onto your back as Steve lies face first onto the comforter beside you.

“That was a good start to the new year,” you breathlessly chuckle and Steve smirks as he lifts his head to look at you.

He sheepishly grins, for someone who just expertly got you to orgasm he was being a little shy, which was oddly endearing. “This doesn’t have to be just a New Year thing, we could maybe, I don’t know grab dinner sometime this year?” You smile brightly.

“I’d like that, a little backwards but I like eating,” he chuckled and nodded whilst biting his bottom lip and he looked like he wanted to say something, “What’s on your mind, Captain?”

And it was like something switched on or rather, someone got turned on because whatever he was thinking was suddenly gone from his mind as he stared at you almost wolfishly. Best New Year’s ever, you still needed to thank Nat.  

(Happy New Year, dolls and guys. Hope you have a good time, doing whatever, if you aren’t celebrating then feel free to message us here if you need company. I’ll be watching Captain America, I’ll probably live chat that here. - Rosalee)

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Karamel Fanfic #29 Part 1/3

WARNING! Mild spoilers up to Supergirl 2x14

Title: Secrets

Prompt: Kara and Mon-El’s date is interrupted by an unexpected turn of events: A spaceship that harbors the royal family of Daxam.

Word Count: 5539

Part 1 of Someone Who Forgives Him

Also posted on AO3


Mon-El’s heart was fluttering in his chest as he knocked on Kara’s door, rocking back and forth on his feet. No matter how many dates Kara and he might’ve gone to before, or no matter how many more dates they would go on, he didn’t think he would ever get used to the excitement he felt for them, or the giddy feeling in his stomach, or the happiness that shone through his smile and eyes. They seemed like they would never go away.

“Coming!” Kara yelled from inside, and he heard her footsteps—she seemed like she was wearing high-heels—before the door swung open, revealing Kara. Mon-El felt her breath hitch as he looked at her, his eyes traveling down. She was wearing a red, long sleeved dress that was tight around the waist but loose around the skirt, going down to her knees. There was a black clutch in her hands, and her hair was pulled back from her face in a fishtail braid that fell down on her shoulder.

Yep, he definitely would never get used to seeing Kara like this.

“Wow,” he found himself saying under his breath as Kara stepped out. “You look stunning.” Chuckling, Kara rolled her eyes.

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Decisions, Decisions (Part 5)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 5007

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child. Texts are in italics

Tags: @wordacadabra   @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94  @staceycasey123 @lucianightwolker @tacohead13


Friday night you went to a few stores for some dresses. You found one thing you liked, and you reserved it for the “other” dress. But for the main dress to go to the premiere with Tom, you needed something dazzling. You spoke with Trish, your stylist, and asked her if she could work with Versace on a design you had in mind. She said she would work on it.

Tom was texting and calling quite frequently, sending you two more bouquets of flowers with another poem on each card. The calls became more familiar, a little more flirty, and you sent him a new watch to his hotel and some chocolates - since you knew they were his guilty pleasure.

James had contacted you a few times but he had a couple of interviews related to Split coming out soon so he was rather busy. But in a way it was good because you were able to spend more time and attention on Tom - that was a good thing, right? You weren’t so sure, you were already in so deep with both of these men, you didn’t need to have the decision be any harder than it was.

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I Can’t Save Her: Part 8

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Sexual Tension, Fluff

Word Count: 3286

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: So it’s Thanksgiving Eve in America and I wanted to do something nice for all of you because I am thankful for all of the kind things you say (and the fact that you take the time to read the ramblings of a tired English major)– so this part is extra long and extra fluffy. The dress returns – trust me. Tags are at the bottom. Let me know if you would like to be tagged/untagged.

Originally posted by lowkeysebastianstan

“Oh Y/N!” I heard Wanda call as she knocked and casually walked into my room. I started at the sound. I had forgotten that everyone was going out today to try to find outfits for Tony’s Christmas Gala. It was the inaugural year of the gala – Tony had gotten the idea when he had visited a children’s wing in a hospital last Christmas. Everyone had to swear on their life that they would go – except for Bucky. It was usually a given that he wouldn’t go to events with a lot of people or press. He still wasn’t ready for the attention – especially with his past. Wanda stopped by the door and giggled at the site of Bucky draped across me deep in sleep as I struggled to wiggle out from under him. “I see that you two made up,” she said as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“It’s not like that,” I snorted. I wouldn’t have minded if it was though. “How late am I and how pissed is Tony?”

“You are not late because I am a wonderful friend and know your habits all too well. You have an hour to get ready,” she said as she waved and walked out of the room. I yawned and stretched as I sat on the side of the bed. Suddenly the bed moved and Bucky’s arms wrapped around my waist.

“Where are you off to?” he asked sleepily.

“I have to get ready – I promised Tony and the others that I would go get fitted for the gala that Tony is hosting,” I mumbled sleepily. I was still trying to pep talk myself into actually standing.

“Well you better get to it doll, you know how Tony is when people are late,” he replied as he sat up and stretched. “I’m going to go take a shower I think,” he said as he got off the bed and shot me a grin before walking out the door.

“Barnes you better not use all the hot water again!” I shouted after him. If that wasn’t motivation to hurry and get into the shower nothing was.

I was ready with exactly five minutes to spare. I strolled into the common room and heard an audible scoff from Tony. I raised my eyebrows quizzically but also as a warning. “What is it now? I’m ready on time,” I complained.

“Well I mean… the place we are going to is a little more upscale than joggers and a hoodie,” Tony quipped with a hint of exasperation in his voice.

I had opened my mouth with a witty, albeit equally petty, remark when Bucky strolled into the room. “I think I might come too, if that’s okay with you Tony,” he said quietly. Steve raised an eyebrow, shocked, and Tony, for once, was visibly speechless.

The dumbfounded look finally broke from Tony’s face as he said, “Wait Barnes… so you want to actually be around people that are not us… willingly? Absolutely. It’s about damn time! Come on everyone, let’s get to it.” He strolled to the elevator with the rest of us following suit. Bucky and I hanged towards the back. I looked up at him curiously as we followed the others.

“What is it, doll?” he asked with a smile on his face.

“Oh, you are just full of surprises James,” I said with a laugh. At the sound of his name his smile widened and made the corner of his eyes crinkle. I wanted more than anything to stop him and kiss him in front of everyone there – consequences be damned.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he whispered in my ear as we entered the elevator. He playfully squeezed my hand as it hung by my side.

We were interrupted by Tony— which was usual. “Y/N, Barnes, Rogers, and Wilson, you can ride together. We don’t have enough room in just one car.” He threw me the keys and gave me a wink.

“Shotgun!” Bucky yelled as he smirked over in Steve and Sam’s general direction. “And I’m not moving the seat up,” he teased. Sam rolled his eyes and actually laughed, while Steve looked both confused and happy to see his friend in high spirits. This was a side of Bucky that we seldom saw. He winked at me as he grinned at his friends in triumph.

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Meet me

3 missed calls were flashing upon your screen as you rolled over from your nap. Your boyfriend was touring around his country and soon coming to yours. Until then all you guys did was call, text, and video chat. It was enough for you but it frustrated Dean. He couldn’t talk to you when he wanted to.

Your phone started ringing again.

“Hello.” you answered still drowsy.
“Hey baby! I was trying to call earlier were you sleeping?” Dean questioned.
“Yea I’m up now, was it is something important you called like 3 times.“you scratched your head sitting up.
“Yeah I will be in town for a concert and I wanted to see if you wanted to come?” he hesitated.
“Are you kidding me yes babe!” you screamed into your phone.
“Good, I’ll call set aside a ticket for you at the door.” he grinned at your response.
“Okay. I love you and can’t wait to see you.” you sighed happily.
“I love you too, see you soon.”

You hung up the phone and got up to go take a shower. Your heart was racing as you let the water hit against your skin just thinking about seeing him again.

Dean had asked you to be his girlfriend during the most awkward time. You two were at a party drunk and came with separate dates and he just saw you across the room and walked up to you and asked you out. He says that he just knew you were the one.

You giggled and smiled to yourself as you washed out your shampoo and cut the water off.

After drying off you couldn’t really decide what to wear tonight to see your boyfriend. You didn’t want to go out showing too much but you also wanted your boyfriend to see how much you really missed him.

“I guess I’m going with this.” you spoke out loud.

The dress you picked out was a red long sleeve mid thigh dress with black trimming with matching black stilettos.

You were done applying your make up and finished curling your hair into loose curls. It was about time for the show so you reached for your phone to call a cab and added your final touches.

In the cab you fiddled around with your bag with butterflies in your stomach. You were just 10 minutes away from the venue and felt your stomach tie up in knots.

Finally your cab pulled up to the curb and your eyes widened at the sight of the line outside of the place. The line wrapped around the block and down the street and people were still coming.

You unlocked your phone and called Dean.

“Hey did you make inside okay?” he asked immediately.
“No Hyuk there’s kind of a big line outside, in case you forgot you’re famous.” you responded with sarcasm.
“What are you wearing babe?” he asked suddenly.
“You’re really asking that at a time like this Hyuk really?!” your voice started to rise.
“I’m asking so I can let them know to let you in you perv.” he laughed sounding like he was choking.
“Yea whatever, I’m wearing your favorite dress.” you said seductively.
“I can’t wait to see you in it, I’ll go tell the hosts to let you in.” he chuckled hanging up.

Dean did just as he said he would and you were in the front of the line and escorted in first. You found you a seat kind of towards the front of the stage but more in the center. As soon as you had gotten comfortable people started pouring in and finding seats.

Someone accidentally knocked your phone out of your hand as they were getting seated. You both reached for your phone at the same time and bumped heads. You grabbed your phone and looked up to find a handsome man with black hair and green eyes and a very charming smile.

“I’m sorry I-” the man next to you stopped as he made eye contact with you.

You weren’t paying attention as Dean made his way on the stage.

“No it’s okay.” you flashed him a smile.

Dean had searched and found you in the crowd but you weren’t paying him any attention because you were talking to another guy.

You settled back into your seat and looked up to see your boyfriend on stage. You also noticed he was staring at you but the expression on his face was less than pleasant. He looked very perturbed.

The concert finally started and you swayed back and forward as your boyfriends voice filled the entire building.

Dean finished up his last song of the night. He had noticed during the concert how you and the strange man next to you had been talking on and off throughout the show. What he didn’t know was you were actually telling the guy how big of a fan you were of him and how much you loved him.

You got up to go use the restroom, well more or less pretend like you were going so you could meet up with your boyfriend.

“Hyuk!” you screamed running towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him all over his face. You noticed he wasn’t really hugging you back like he usually does.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as you pulled away from the hug.
“Nothing just tired.” he replied shortly.
“No actually who was that guy you were sitting next to and why were you smiling so much with him?” annoyance clear in his voice.
“Are you jealous or something Hyuk?” was all you managed trying not laugh at your boyfriend.
“Yes who was he?” he sulked.
“I am honestly not sure who he is and the whole time you caught me smiling was because I was telling him about much I loved you.” you rolled your eyes.
“Oh.” was all he could say.
“I can’t believe you were jealous.” you cracked a smile.
“I just don’t want other guys trying to talk to you Y/N you’re my girlfriend and no one else’s.” he spoke in a soft tone.
“Hyuk I don’t want anyone else but you so you have nothing to worry about.” you rubbed his cheek.
“Good.” he said leaning in to kiss you.

• • •

Anon I kind of had a hard time writing this because I don’t see Dean as like a jealous type of guy. Like he’s content on the fact knowing that you’re with him and everyone else is irrelevant. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy writing this a little. 😋

Originally posted by deanlynews

Not Like The Others Part 4

 Request: “Can you mix asshole reader, manupilation powers!reader, bff pietro!reader, jealous!bucky, bucky being sooo in love, reader mayyybe loves him back but she is soo good at hiding that, idk summary of all this is reader is an asshole and such a smartass (tony vibes) bucky loves her cause she is different than all other girls. she is the only person makes him laugh and he just fells for her aand the avengers finds out about that and tease him and her yayy! multiple parts would be amazing as fuck”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearin’, lil bit of fluff, also I didn’t edit this part oops

A/N: I’m going to the Arizona State Fair Saturday :))))

Bucky got up at 5:35 the next day and couldn’t hide his excitement. In exactly 2 hours and 45 minutes he would be going on a date with you. He spent those 2 hours getting ready. He showered, got dressed (he wore that red long sleeve that you like), sprayed a bit of cologne on him (the one you got him for his birthday because you absolutely loved the smell), left his hair as it was (because you like when he leaves it down), and stood in front of the mirror, looking over his appearance.

“Alright, Bucky, you got this.” he sighed, smoothing out the long sleeved shirt. “Remember, it’s just Y/N. Be normal. Don’t stutter.”

He checked the time. 7:50.

“You can do this.” he tells himself. He looks at his face, grazing his fingertips over the stubble. Should he shave really quick? Would he have enough time? A knock on his door takes him away from his thoughts.

He checks the time. 7:55. It must be Steve coming to give him a last minute pep talk. Bucky lets out a long sigh and opens the door, surprised to see Y/N standing there looking beautiful as ever.

“Hey.” he speaks.

“Hey,” you smile. “I know I’m five minutes early but I couldn’t wait.”

He takes in your appearance. You were wearing jeans that were rolled up to your ankles (Bucky loved those jeans), a black tank top that looked more like a crop top (you actually fell asleep in that and didn’t bother to change it, oops), and a black and white flannel that looked too big for you. It actually looked quite familiar.

Bucky smirked. “Is that my flannel?”

You look down at it with a smile. The flannel ended about mid thigh. “Yeah. I stole this from you a while back.”

“I’ve been looking for it.” he hums.

“Do you want it back? I can-” you start to take it off but Bucky stops you.

“No, keep it.” he smiles, giving you a once-over. “You look cute in it.”

A blush makes it’s way to your cheeks and you brush your hair out of your face. “Thanks, Barnes.”

At this moment you notice he’s wearing that shirt you like and that he smells like that cologne you got him. You tilt your head up and smile. He looked perfect. He is perfect. He’s always been perfect. Fuck, you just wanted to smash your lips on his right then and there but you held back.

Bucky clears his throat and tucks his hair behind his ears. “So, should we get going?”

You come to and look at him. “Yeah - sorry, you just look really good.” he smiles at your confession and you take his hand in yours. “Come on.”

You have to pass the living room and kitchen on your way out so when you do, you catch the eye of the other team members. Pietro and Wanda give you a smirk and you playfully glare at them.

“We’re heading out nerds. We won’t miss you.” you say and of course, Tony opens his mouth.

“Don’t go grinding on each other in public, okay?” he says and everyone bit back a laugh.

You turn to him, eyes flashing yellow and he mutters a ‘fuck’. “Why don’t you show the others how to do the macarena, Tony?”

A smirk finds its way to your lips when he does as you say, starting to do the macarena, causing the others to laugh. You turn back to Bucky who was laughing as well and smile. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

After getting coffee you both took a walk in Central Park. You saw mothers holding their children’s hands, couple’s hand in hand, laughing and talking and you smiled.

“So,” you start off, holding your cup of coffee in your hand, “How did Tony know about what happened in the gym?”

“The creep has cameras everywhere, Y/N.” he replies with a laugh. So far he hasn’t stuttered like he normally did or stumble over his words.

“Right, I forgot.” you snap your fingers. “I don’t know why he has cameras in the building, the guy has the best security system ever.”

“Maybe he gets off on watching us do our everyday thing.” Bucky joked and you laugh.

“Probably.” you agree. “I’m just glad he didn’t install cameras in our rooms. That would’ve been a problem.”

“No kidding.” he nods.

You both go silent for a bit but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It was more comfortable than anything and you loved it. You take a drink of your coffee and look up at Bucky who was already looking at you.

“Stop staring, it’s weird.” you smirk.

“Can’t help it,” he shrugs. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

“I don’t have makeup on, Buck, I’m anything but stunning.” you scoff, playfully rolling your eyes.

“You don’t need makeup to look stunning Y/N.” he responds, the words rolling off his tongue as if he’s said it a billion times already.

A blush creeps up on your face and you bump your shoulder into him. “Shut up you old sap.”

Bucky laughs and your gaze falls to the floor. He is such a perfect human being.

“Who’s a perfect human being?” Bucky questioned and you raise your head.


“You said ‘he’s a perfect human being’, who is?” he replied.

You blush more. “You are.”

Bucky stood quiet, looking away from you as he blushed himself. He lost his boy-like charm that he had back in the 40′s. He’d usually be the one that was so forward, the one that complimented the other and made them blush but it was the other way around now. He didn’t even have time to go off and flirt with other women after everything that had happened because you captured his heart the very first time he laid eyes on you.

Was it time to tell you that he was madly in love with you? You probably already knew but still.

“Hey Y/N.” he spoke, kicking a rock that was in front of him.


“Do you know - I mean, it’s pretty obvious that-” he let out a sigh. Here he goes, stumbling over what to say.

“That you’re in love with me?” you finish for him, catching him by surprise.

“Y-Yeah.” he nods. His heart was beating rapidly. He was scared for your response but he had hope.

“Yeah, I know about that. You’re not very subtle about it.” you chuckle.

“How do - how do you feel? About.. me?” Bucky’s hands were shaking as he asked this simple question. His heart was literally about to burst out of his chest as he waited for you to say something.

You kept walking with him in silence, repeating his question in your head. He didn’t even lead up to the question, he just straight up asked you. Of course you felt the same way and you wanted to tell him that but the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth. Instead of responding to his question you change the subject.

“We should get back to the tower, Tony’s been doing the macarena for almost three hours now.” you say, throwing in a small laugh.

Bucky’s heart shattered to pieces when you changed the subject. He fought back the urge to cry and cleared his throat. “yeah, we should.”

A/N: poor Bucky :(


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Rhaegar’s Sister-Wife...

((For @vitalanidragonbane who said “Could you do a one shot where the reader is the twin of Rhaegar and he’s madly (lol) in love with the reader and the reader basically prevents the Rebellion because to Rhaegar nobody could replace his beautiful Targaryen twin and he could love no other beside his sister queen/wife, also so you don’t get in trouble I saw this imagine somewhere else, there wasn’t a one shot on it. So like where it’s the wedding and bedding.”))

(So, firstly to whomever who did the gif request or whatever this was originally I hope you don’t mind that I turned this into a one shot. Here’s your request after nearly two months of waiting…I’m sorry for that…I hope you like this. This takes place in 275 a.c. two years before the Difiance of Duskendale which is the point of “no return” for the Mad King where all hopes of him over coming his madness was lost. It is also a year before Viserys was born.))

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((Warning: Incest, Smut at the end))

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