not sure how i feel about the word treatment but yeah all of this

You’re His Ex Girlfriend and You See His New Girlfriend Wearing Your T-Shirt

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If there’s one thing Y/n can’t stand, it’s pity. Which is unfortunate for her, considering that’s all she’s been receiving ever since Harry had broken up with her.

Between her family, her friends, and long-known acquaintances, the pity was never ending. The looks people gave her whenever she occupied a room made her sick to her stomach. Nobody looked at her the way they used to as if their perception of her has been altered from a beautiful, humble woman to a broken heart on legs.

Talking to people didn’t help much, either, considering their irrational fear that one harsh tone could wreck what’s left of her. To those, her identity and name have seemed to be forgotten, only to be replaced by “the girl left with a broken heart, who’s heart has failed to mend.”

It’s all a myth, really—a myth that hasn’t been confirmed or denied within the past four months. Y/n provided no reassurance for anybody, nor did she show any improvement since their break up. But she did try her best. Her attempts to answer the question, “how have you been, you know, since the breakup and all?” with an “I’ve been okay” filled with lies didn’t go unnoticed, however, proved to be unsuccessful.

And the pity only got worse when Harry got a new girlfriend.

It was plastered everywhere, the rumors that Harry’s new girlfriend stayed at his hotel in Los Angeles and traveled with him back to London. They disclosed that her name was Jessica, who works as a travel blogger.

She was beautiful, too. More beautiful than she wanted her to be, as selfish as it was. She was the perfect image for him, especially at the height of his career.

Y/n’s heart hit rock bottom that day. Every unblemished part of it became a ruin, a shattered piece of what was once so full and whole.

Y/n hadn’t expected it, not this fast, at least. When Harry initiated the breakup, he told her that it wasn’t the end of their relationship. He had promised her that with the right amount of distance, all the problems they’ve had in their relationship would be fixed entirely.

She believed him, too. That with maybe some time apart, their bitterness towards each other would decease, and all that would remain would be the overwhelming needs for one another.

She should have never been so gullible. After they broke up, they never spoke to each other again. All their ties had been cut, leaving them both hanging in completely separate lives. Y/n never got over him. How could she? They were soulmates, they were each other’s everything. No matter what came at them, they always found a way back to one another.

But Harry’s fame started skyrocketing, leaving Y/n on the ground with no way to reach him anymore. She should have known he’d find someone else—someone more worthy of his time. She just didn’t want to believe it and didn’t want to believe that it had happened so soon.

“How are you feeling?” Gabby asks, reaching over the wooden table so that her fingers can rest on top of Y/n’s hand; a small gesture that Gabby has been giving Y/n nearly every day for the past four months.

Y/n wishes she found it as comfortable as it intended to be, however she can’t help feeling worse whenever Gabby did so. The gesture undoubtedly derives from the pity Gabby has had toward her ever since the breakup. Everything was because of pity.

She looks down at her cold, untouched hot chocolate as she swirls the straw along the brim, resisting to roll her eyes as it’s the only question everybody has seemed to ask her recently.

“The usual,” she shrugs, “nothing’s really changed.”

Gabby gives her a half smile before returning to her tea. The cafe is only occupied by the both of them, considering it’s 7 in the morning on a Sunday. But after everything that’s happened, Y/n’s sleep schedule has been slacking and Gabby wanted nothing more than to be there for Y/n whenever she had the chance.

“Are you sure you don’t want any food?” Gabby asks. “It’s on me if you want anything.”

Y/n shrugs again, a faint yawn falling from her mouth as she shakes her head.

“No, I’m okay. I think I’ll make some waffles when I get home. But I’ll need to stop at the grocery store before I leave. Ran out of milk and flour the other day.”

“We could stop by now if you’d like. I’m getting quite full, anyways.”

“Yeah, sure” Y/n nods, “sounds fine.”


The entrance doors chime when Y/n and Gabby enter the grocery store, barely any people filling the aisles at such hours. Neither of them speak much before they go their separate ways, grabbing all the necessary ingredients Y/n needs for when she gets home.

When she finds flour on one of the bottom shelves, Y/n bends down to grab the cheapest one she could find. In all honesty, she didn’t have a lot of money to spend since she took some time off of work for “mental health reasons,” and she wanted nothing more than to go back home and spend the rest of her day in bed.

When she stands back up from her squatting position, her body rams into somebody else’s, making everything they both were carrying fall onto the floor.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” Y/n gasps, scrambling to pick up the ingredients that have fallen from the girl’s arms.

When Y/n stands back up to return her fallen items, it was as if every nightmare Y/n has ever had was standing right in front of her.

She’d recognize her face anywhere. It haunted her everywhere she went; mocking her and destroying every last bit of her wellbeing. Her face is unforgettable, having been ingrained into her head for so long now. She’s exactly how she is in her pictures, except she’s so much more beautiful in person.

It’s when Y/n’s eyes drift down to the shirt she’s wearing that takes the breath right from her lungs.

The word Lover printed inside of a red heart, the end of it hidden by the pocket right on her chest. It looked so unfamiliar on her—so unfamiliar that tears started piling in her eyes and her lips began to quiver.

That shirt was theirs. That shirt belonged to Y/n and Harry.

Lover.

It was a nickname Y/n always gave Harry. She would have normally settled for “babe” or “baby” like she did with her previous boyfriends, but “lover” came so naturally to her. It exemplified just how unique and rare their relationship was, too.

Harry had never been called that before, but there was something about it that felt so right. The first time she called him that, he blushed like no other. His cheeks and heart felt so warm, and Y/n wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. But no matter how much she joked about how much he blushed that night, it only made her call him that more.

And the more she said it, the more she realized that there was no other name to describe him.

She gave him the shirt for their first anniversary. She was insecure about it, considering it was the only gift she purchased him that year and wasn’t nearly as expensive as all the gifts Harry had given her. But after all the flowers she received had died months later, after all the chocolate he bought her had been eaten in two nights, after all the in-home spa treatments had been used by the both of them progressively throughout the months, and after all the sex they shared died down by the next morning, the only gift that remained so dearly to their hearts was that goddamn shirt.

The shirt became sentimental to their relationship and was almost used as a keepsake between the two of them. The mornings after making love, Y/n found herself slipping it on before rolling out of bed to make breakfast. Harry fell in love with her tendency to do so and always made sure she knew just how much he loved her for it.

This is my favorite look on you, he’d always say, where the shirt hung loosely from her frame and her skin scattered with the marks from his tongue.

Harry wore the shirt as a tradition, most commonly on their anniversaries or on any specific date that held such significance to their relationship. And every time Y/n saw him wearing it, she found it irresistible to kiss the heart designed right upon his chest.

My lover, she’d say, looks so perfect on you.

She never imagined anybody else in it. Even after they had broken up, she never thought the shirt would be passed down to later relationships Harry had with other women. When she moved out, he kept insisting that she should be the one to take it.


He looked down at the shirt all crinkled in his hands, the last compromise they had to make before Y/n officially moved out of their home. Her suitcases were packed neatly by the front door, the darkened sky from the storm waiting to approach making the house feel colder than it already had turned.

Y/n’s body was slumped against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyes red with inevitable tears as they were forced to face the harsh reality of what was to come.

After three years of a relationship neither of them expected to end, Harry had insisted that they take a break from each other. With his career coming to its peak and Y/n spending most of her time in the office, their relationship was going through a rough patch that lasted far too long.

“You paid for this, you know,” Harry whispered, obstructing the silence that seemed to make the air around them thicker and harder to breathe, “this is yours, always has been.”

Y/n shook her head, a few loose tears falling from her face as she did so. In all honesty, she didn’t want to be reminded of it after this. It’s held so much meaning between the two of them throughout a majority of their years being together that she couldn’t stomach the thought of looking at it in her selection of wardrobe. Not when Harry won’t be by her side, not when Harry won’t be apart of her life anymore.

She placed her hand on top of his softly, stroking the knuckles of his clenched fingers with her thumb.

“It was ours. But when it comes down to it, I bought it for you. It was a gift, you should keep it.”

Harry clenched his fingers harsher against the fabric, his quivered lips attempting a small smile as he lifted it to his chest. His thumb traced the heart above the pocket, watching as one of his tears soak into the material.

“It looks better on you anyways.” Y/n tried to laugh through the silent cries, but neither of them had the heart to make light of the situation they were facing.

Harry’s eyes narrowed down at her while a small sigh fell from his lips.

“You know I’d never wear this again, right? Not until we find our way back to each other.”

Y/n’s shaken hands wiped the tears from her cheeks, her lips pursed together to ensure her broken sobs wouldn’t surface until she was alone in her car.

“Yeah, until we find our way back.”

She stood on her toes to reach his cheek, where she tentatively placed a kiss on the flushed skin.

“You’ll always be my lover.”


But looking back at it now, she wouldn’t be standing in the middle of a grocery store, crying pathetically in front of a complete stranger if she had just taken the damn thing.

How could he do this to me?

“Babe, are these eggs alr—“

Harry’s words get caught in his throat when he sees Y/n standing in front of Jessica with tears streaming down her face and cries shaking her body.

At first, his instinct is to reach his hand out to her. But as his eyes follow her tearful gaze to Jessica’s shirt, which is far too large for her frame, but still being worn on her body, the realization hits him that it’s probably the last thing she would want.

He flutters his eyes shut as an unbearable feeling starts to rise in his stomach. This is the most unfortunate time to see Y/n again, and he can’t imagine how much hatred flowing through Y/n’s system as he stands there, cowardly silenced.

Not a word comes out of his mouth. Not even a pathetic stutter of her name, or even a lift of his lips to greet her in the most minimal of ways.

The only thought swirling through Y/n’s mind is how could you not say anything to me? After everything you did, after what I’m witnessing now, how is there not one word to say?

He watches as pain settles in her eyes as she looks at him. It’s as if she’s begging for an explanation, or even an apology he doesn’t really mean. She’s just looking for something, and knowing that she’s not getting anything is taking all the remaining life out of her.  

But he has so much to say. There are so many apologies, so many thoughts all scrambling in his head that everything becomes incoherent. He wants to tell her how sorry he is, and how hard it is to live with himself after all that he’s done to her. He wants to tell her that he never gave her that fucking shirt, that Jessica found it in one of his drawers and put it on while he was still sleeping from the night before. He wants to tell her that it isn’t what it looks like, that it isn’t what everybody thinks this is. But his throat tightens and his tongue suddenly becomes numb, completely preventing him from saying all the things he wishes to say.

“Y/n, is everything alr—”

Gabby halts when she discovers Y/n’s crying body being watched by the very two people that broke her heart. She’s breaking, so evidently breaking and neither one of them are doing anything about it.

“I w—want to go home.” Y/n’s voice cracks, face twisting as Harry still doesn’t find anything to say to her. “Let’s just go home.”

If Gabby hadn’t witnessed her best friend go through so much pain within the last four months, she would have been able to contain all the rage she’s held toward Harry. But something inside of her snaps when she sees the shirt Jessica’s wearing.

“No!” Gabby spits.

Before anybody sees it happening, Gabby slams her fists against Harry’s chest. Jessica begins to scream while Y/n jumps in an attempt to remove Gabby’s wild arms away from him.

Harry doesn’t do anything to defend himself, though, as he allows her to keep swinging her arms at him. All he can think about it how much he deserves it—how much he deserves all of what’s coming at him.

“You’re such a fucking jerk, Harry!” Gabby roars. “You ruined her! Who the fuck do you think you are?!“

“Gab, stop.” Y/n mumbles, finally able to capture her arms.

Gabby squirms as she tries to escape Y/n’s harsh hold on her, but against Y/n’s anger mixed with all her overwhelming emotions, there is no match.

Y/n starts to push Gabby toward the doors, and it takes every bit of strength left in her to not turn around to look at him one last time. 

“You’re her biggest mistake! I hope you know that!”

naive - peter parker x reader (part 2)

w/c: 1.1k

warnings: none really?

here is the highly requested second part!! i wrote this in a caffeinated daze at like 3am so i hope it isn’t too terrible hahaha. also it looks like this is definitely gonna be at least 3 parts (maybe more if you guys want that?) so yeah!

fyi some parts of this are slightly inspired by @parkersenses​‘s great fic which u can read here!

PART 1  PART 3

Originally posted by parkery

An old 90’s rap song blasted over the speakers as Peter felt his stomach drop. His eye contact with you was fleeting, and suddenly you were gone, having disappeared with Flash and his entourage upstairs. The people around him were all dancing to the rhythm of the music, but the second Peter saw you, everything froze. He made jokes about you not being good enough for Flash all the time, but he never thought he would ever actually see the two of you together. It sparked a profound rush of adrenaline in him, and he took a big breath of air and pushed through the crowd to follow you.

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Not The Romantic Type

Prompt: After being labeled as a ‘non-romantic’ by the reader, Digger Harkness tries to prove the reader wrong by planning a cliche Valentines Day date.

Pairing: Captain Boomerang X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, sexual suggestion, but mostly fluff galore!

Originally posted by heartofdevastation

Digger Harkness was certainly a man of many talents and you were lucky to be able to call him yours. In one afternoon he could build you a wooden table and four sturdy chairs. He could drink an entire 12 pack of beer and still speak impressively coherently. He made the best damn grilled cheese in the world and never failed to make you laugh until tears were streaming down your face.

He was everything you could ask for and more! The only quality you could say he lacked was a romantic side… Which wasn’t a bad thing? He was sweet when he wanted to be and definitely an affectionate son of a bitch. But, as Valentines day was begin to creep up on you and all the heart shaped boxes of chocolates were on sale at the store you couldn’t help but to feel, well… Like you were missing out on something?

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Preference “How they react to you going down on them for the first time” (NSFW)

(Woooo more nasty preferences 😏😏 Yay for our faves being more than happy 😏 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)

Negan-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d get overly turned on and excited and would let you have your way with him. He had always wanted you to suck him off, so when you would eagerly offer it to him one night, by getting on your knees, he’d smirk and teasingly chuckle and whisper to see you. He’d let you take control for a while before getting to into it and reach in your hair to conduct you, only to make you look at him and swallow everything. “Y/N…Baby girl…You’re getting yourself dirty tonight..Fuck…Y-You’re really good at this aren’t you, you little cocksucker…Shit! Look at me…You’re gonna swallow all of it aren’t you…Good…”

Daryl-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d at first deny that he liked it as he somewhat feels bad but as you’d encourage and turn him in with your words and all, he’d gradually just get into it. He’d feel like he was forcing you into it at first so he’d just try to get you back on your feet so that he can be the one to give you a special treatment, only to give up as you would wrap you lips around his cock and suck him off slowly. “Babe…I’m okay…You don’t have to…No…You want to? Alright…I’ll be honest…I feel like you deserve it more than I-…Y/N…Fuck…Shit…You’re…Perfect…”

Rick-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d just enjoy it and would have no problem to show you that he does as he’d let you do whatever to him. Just seeing you sink down to start sucking him off would turn him on even more and he wouldn’t hesitate to teasingly praise you. He’d make you look him the eyes, tucking your hair away, only to gradually lose control and grip your hair. “Y/N…I love your mouth…It feels really good…Keep going…Yeah…Like that…Just like that…Yeah…Fuck…”

Merle-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d just love seeing you on your knees for him and cheer praise you for it while just letting himself loose to feel you. As you’d slide down his body to sink on your knees, he’d smirk and bite his lips to see you and just flirt with you. He’d touch and feel your lips and cheeks for a moment before losing control as you would wrap your lips around his cock, making him grip your hair to hold himself. “Y/N, baby…You’re gonna suck my cock? Yeah…Good…Oh fuck…Baby your lips are so beautiful…Sh-shit! Yeah you like that…You like sucking on daddy’s cock? Yeah…”

Glenn-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d have a hard time hiding his smile to see you on your knees and just praise you. He’d enjoy every bit of attention that you would give him and softly tuck your hair away to get a good look at you. He’d stroke the side of your face softly and smirk to see you to work before gradually losing control and promise you to return the favor. “Y/N…You’re so beautiful…And you love me so much…That’s so lovely of you…Look at me…Fuck…Fuck…Yeah like that…Keep up like that and you’ll have to let me have my treat…”

The Governor-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d just feel so overwhelmed with pleasure that he’d have a hard time to find the right words to say. To see you on your knees and obeying his orders would have already turned him on so much but seeing you just want to suck him off would make him nearly lose his mind. He’d encourage you even more and grab your hair to hang on and gently thrust forward. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N…Doing everything I ask of you…Mmhh…Like that…Just like that…Don’t stop…Do you hear me? You don’t stop until I come in that pretty mouth of yours…”

Abraham-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d look at you lustfully before smirking and chuckling. He’d tease you with his words and jokingly tell you that it’s okay if you don’t want to, referring to his size, only to suddenly be caught up by your lips. He’d be impressed and would just praise you and grab you softly to pull you closer to him. He’d just enjoy to see you down on your knees and would order you to please yourself. “Oh Y/N…You’re so sexy cutie…But i’ll be honest with you, I don’t mind if you stop…I get it i’m pretty big…You probably can’t- Oh…Fucking shit…You’re takin’ it all…Wow…Fuck…”

Eugene-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d lose complete control and just start to talk dirty about you. You’d see a completely different side to him and be impressed by how he can go from being innocent as to what was happening to suddenly just begging you to not stop. Slowly, you’d feel his fingers grip your hair and him thrusting, showing you that he doesn’t want you to stop. “Y/N? W-what are you doing? Why are you on your knees? Y-you’re…Fuck…You’re taking in all of my dick…Shit…Yeah like that..don’t stop…Like that…more…”

Jesus-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d just be enamored by you and be glad to have you in that moment. He’d touch you gently and let sweet words of encouragement to let you know that he appreciates you and how much he loves you. He’d keep looking you in the eyes and would be surprisingly gentle with you as he wouldn’t want to rush anything. “You have such pretty lips, Y/N…I’m so lucky to have you…and i’m just so grateful…Grateful to-…to have you like this…So pretty…I-I love you…Fuck…”

Dwight-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d just feel like a sense of relief and enjoy every instant of it. He’d feel as if you were accepting him and get even more turned on by the idea of it. He’d enjoy seeing you sink to your knees and touch him all over, that he’d start to ramble on about how dirty you are as he reaches to grip and tug your hair. He’d make sure you’d keep looking up at him and that you’re pleasing yourself as well. “Yeah…That’s right, Y/N…on your knees…Opening your mouth for me, already? You dirty little girl…Fuck…Just like that…Yeah…Shit…Let me see you touch yourself…Do it…”

Morgan-The first time you’d go down on him, he would’ve denied it a few times before letting you. He’d just feel like it was a dirty act to ask of you to do, so he had been avoiding it for quite a while until one night, you would surprise him by having your way. He’d end up not having time to stop you and just get lost in the pleasure you were giving him as you would feel him reaching to tug your hair. “No, Y/N, honey…I-I don’t need you to do this. I swear…I-I’m fine…I’ll take care of you…Please let m-…Y/N! Wait-…Fuck!…”

Shane-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d feel somewhat proud of you and just be completely into it. He’d talk even dirtier to see you on your knees and as he’d grip your hair, he’d end up tugging you to control the rhythm and all. He wouldn’t be ashamed of his groans and would get even louder as he’d feel your tongue swirling around. Eventually, he’d feel like he had no choice but to thrust into you and would keep at it. “You’re so good at this…It’s amazing…Fucking shit…Just like that…Do it again…Yeah…I-I can’t…Fuck take this…Like this…Yeah…”

Milton-The first time you’d go down on him, he would’ve pretended to not wanting you to but in reality would actually just feel excited to see you get on your knees. He’d deny you a few times, take your hands away from his belt and everything but end up giving it up and letting you win and just enjoy the feeling your lips and tongue all over, making him praise you. “Y/N…
No…I don’t want you to…No not that way, please…i’m serious…I-I can handle it myself…I-I’m- Fuck…Y/N…Baby…Please…D-don’t stop…”

Aaron-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d be pleasantly surprised and would just feel special about himself. He’d at first be stunned to see you get lower as you would kiss each other and ask you teasingly as to what you were doing but as you’d kiss his hips, he’d understand. He’d end up cupping your face softly and tell you to take your time as he wouldn’t want the moment to end too soon. “Y/N? What are you- Oh!…You’re doing that…I-I don’t mind…I-I do like it…Slowly…just like that…Take your ti-…time…take your time that’s what i meant…”

Gabriel-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d be shy about it and would put up a little fight for you to not do so, only to end up enjoying it a little too much. As you’d make out, you’d soon sink to your knees, making him realizing what was happening and try to pull you back up. However, as you’d have your way with him, his train of thought would slowly be cut off, making him groan at you to keep going while gripping your hair tightly. “Y/N, sweetheart…No don’t…I already told you…I-I don’t need you that w-…Y-Y/N! Please…Don’t stop…Yes…like that…Y-You’ll swallow everything, for me…right?”

The Wolf-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d find it amusing of you and just start to tease you for being so dirty. As you’d both make out, you’d feel his hands keeping to push you down, making you understand as to what he wants. As you’d lower yourself, he’d guide his cock to your mouth making you suck him off. He’d laugh and ramble on about how you’re his and such as his hands would creep up in your hair. “Oh…Y/N…You’re at this point now? Finally, sucking my cock for your pleasure…You’re such a dirty slut…my dirty slut…Yeah like that…wait…let me help you…Mhmm…more like this…”

Noah-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d feel amazing and wouldn’t want you to stop despite at first being reluctant about it. He’d be nervous about and would try to talk you out if it. as much as he could, saying he wants you to feel good not just only himself. However, as you’d be adamant about wanting to and you’d kneel in front of him with a pleading look to just start to suck him off, he’d forget about everything and let you. “No…Y/N…I-I don’t think it’s a good idea…I’m not sure…It’s just…I don’t see the pleasure for you…I-…Woah…Y/N…Fuck…”

Simon-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d have everything already planned and would just get an even bigger hard on than he already does. He’d just sit in anticipation and as you’d start to suck him off, he’d smirk and close his eyes in sheer pleasure of it and just your name would come to him. He’d then just love to give you orders on how to do it and look at you as you’d take each inch of him deeper, making him start to praise you and thrust into you. “Y/N…Y/N…Baby girl! Fuck! Yeah…like that! You’re so good…It’s amazing…Taking my whole length…Alright…Now give me a long lick…Keep stroking me like that…You’re such a good girl…”

Ezekiel-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d show you his usual kind side at first but as you’d gradually go on, his lustful and rough side would come out. He’d find it so lovely of you to want him that way, that he’d let you get down on your knees and start to suck him off. He’d stroke your hair softly while speaking to you in a sweeter tone, to make sure you were fine. However, the more you would go on the more he’d lose control and you’d feel him thrusting forward. “Beautiful Y/N…If this is really what you desire…go on…Such a sweet queen…pleasuring her king this way…Simply amazing…F-fuck…Yeah like that…Come on…”

Benjamin-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d be stunned and try to stop you, only to end up being amazed by you and want you to keep going. He’d feel awkward about having you do that to him, so he’d do his best to keep you from getting away from his embrace. However, you’d snake your way down to him and as he’d have no time to pull you back, he’d end up getting caught up with his words and in the moment, enjoying all of it. “Y/N?! W-what are you trying to do? Are you serious? You want to…No…Come here…Y/N…Oh fuck…Y-you’re really doing this…Oh…D-don’t stop..

Caesar-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d smirk happily and just want you to take your time. He’d tuck and stroke your hair as a way to encourage you and just compliment on you and on how you would suck him off. Gradually, his words would get dirtier and his soft touches to your hair would end up being a tight grip as his hips would occasionally rise up. He’d teasingly beg you to stop, knowing that it’ll probably make you go even faster. “Oh…Y/N…Please…S-stop…I-I don’t think I can handle this…Y-You’re just so good at this…Fuck…Please…I’m begging you to stop…”

Heath-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d be nervous about it and just try his best to keep a straight face so that you could change your mind and let him do it to you. He’d feel guilty to see you in that position and keep looking away to deny you, only for it not to turn you off but actually work harder. He’d end up giving up and lose control and just start to ramble on about how he actually likes it. “I’m sorry, Y/N but…I feel like I should be the one to do you…Not this…I-I’m just…F-fuck…I-I…I don’t hate this…Go on…”

Spencer-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d get even more turned in than he already is and just get slightly arrogant about his size. He’d guide himself into your mouth and jokingly pull away a few times saying that his size was too much for you, only for you to suddenly take control and have it your way. His attitude would change and he’d show his more vulnerable side that comes out when he loses control. “So you’re finally going to suck me…Good…But I warn you might not be able to fit it all in-…Woah! Y/N! F-Fuck! Shit…I-I’m sorry…Sorry please don’t go so fast…”

Richard-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d be more than glad to feel your mouth and tongue over him and just enjoy to look at you on your knees. From his eyes, you could tell that he wanted it so you made sure to give it to him properly. As you’d start to take him in, he’d let out sweet words about you and gradually they would turn into groans, encouraging you to keep going for him and ask you to swallow for him. “Y/N…You’re so beautiful…Your eyes…You lips…How do I even deserve you…Look at you…Y-You’re mine…All mine…That’s right…Like that…Please take of it…Swallow…”

Nicholas-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d be surprised for a few seconds before his arrogant behavior would come out and just let you know that you were his. He’d look at you wide eyed to see you sink down to your knees and ask you as to what you were doing but the instant you suck him off, he’d change completely. He’d let out some groans and just pull you to him by your hair and talk about how dirty you are. “Y/N? What are you-…Oh, fuck! Sucking me off is it? Yeah that’s right…You should’ve been doing that since the beginning like the dirty girl you are… ”

Gareth-The first time you’d go down on him, he’d suddenly get quiet and try to control his groans. He’d want to have the best of you so he’d keep in his reaction for most of the time to make you work harder before giving in and surprise you by pulling you by your hair tighter. He’d pull you closer and just whisper praises to you for it and end up telling you to swallow every thing. “Y/N…You finally understood…Good…See you’re actually really good at this…That’s what I wanted and that’s what you’re giving me…I hope won’t forget to swallow…”

Michonne-The first time you’d go down on her, she’d just be so seduced by you that she’d smirk and let you have what you want. She’d just whisper sweetly to you about how lovely you are like this and try her best to keep her eyes on you. As you’d get rougher and more eager, she’d end up losing control and just grip you to keep going. “Y/N…I love you so much…You’re so kind…and sweet look at you-…I’m so lucky…Lucky to have you…Oh my god…Y/N…”

Maggie-The first time you’d go down on her, she’d tease you about your abilities and jokingly make you doubt yourself, only because she wants you to prove her wrong. As you would do so, she’d still try to tease you and take everything casually. However, as you’d work on her, gradually you’d feel her rising up slightly and start to grip your hair as she loses control. “Oh come on Y/N…You? I don’t think it’ll be useful of you to do that…Let’s do something else…You don’t want to? Y/N, seriously? I don’t think that’s enough…Seriously-…Oh fuck…”

Andrea-The first time you’d go down on her, she’d be even more turned on to see you want her that way, that she’d let her more vulnerable side come out. Although, she would still be lustful about it, you’d notice her words slowly change to more loving and encouraging ones. As you’d hold on to her, she hold you back and grip onto your hair. “Y/N…Yes…Like that…don’t stop…You’re so good at this…Amazing…I-I love you…”

Jessie-The first time you’d go down on her, she’d deny that she wanted you to do so and try to get you away, only to give up as you would give her your all. Her words telling you to stop would turn into moans, that she’d try to stifle but struggle to do so. She’d end up gripping onto the sheets and beg you to not stop. “No Y/N…I’m fine…I swear I don’t need you to do this…I don’t-…Y/N…Fuck…”

Beth-The first time you’d go down on her, she’d be nervous and shy about it and just push you away for a few moment. She’d feel embarrassed about herself and try to make you change your mind by paying attention to you affectionately, only to end up losing to you as you would have it your way. She’d enjoy it so much she’d then tell you to keep going and not let go. “Y/N, I’m fine…You don’t have to do this…Please…Let me taken care of you…Y/N…Oh goodness…Oh my god…D-don’t stop…Please keep going…”

Sasha-The first time you’d go down on her, she’d just feel so at ease, she wouldn’t have a problem to let herself loose. She’d enjoy to be in your care and seeing how eagerly you want to do so for her, she’d softly stroke your hair and let you have your way with her. She’d just encourage you to keep going and as she’d feel near she’d grip your hair. “Y/N…It feels really good…You’re amazing…Yes like that…Just like that…Keep going…”

Rosita-The first time you’d go down on her, she’d give you a slightly hard time for a moment by pretending to not care, only to give up and show you exactly what she feels. She’d make you work harder for her with her words but as soon as she’d feel you getting more into it, she’d thrust herself to you. Her words would then turn you on even more and as you’d hold her she’d let herself go even more. “Really? You think that’s enough…Wake me up when you’re done…Y-Y/N! F-fuck…I-I like it like that…Yeah…Yeah…Keep going just like that…”

Tara-The first time you’d go down on her, she’d just feel so loved and cared for that she’d smile looking at you. She’d stroke your hair sweetly and whisper to you kind words to make you know that she loves you no matter what and do her best to contain her excitement. As you’d go even harder at her, her words would turn into moans and groans. “Thank you Y/N…You’re so kind…sweet…and perfect…I-I couldn’t hope for more…I-I like it like this…I-I love you…”

Carol-The first time you’d go down on her, she’d act like she wouldn’t want it, only to feel herself giving up and letting you have your way. She’d try to pull you back up to keep kissing her but as you would be so adamant about it she’d sigh and just let you. She’d pretend to not care for it, only to suddenly be unable to contain her true feelings. “No…Get back here…Y/N…Fine whatever…Have it your way…Y-Y/N…W-wait…F-fuck…”

Arat-The first time you’d go down on her, she wouldn’t be shy about liking it and seeing you sink lower to her. She’d smirk and bite her lips, unable to keep her eyes off of you and just praise you. She’d pull your hair towards her to keep you in place and give you instructions on how to make it better, only for you to do it your way and make her breathless. “Yeah…Y/N…Just like that…You know I want this…Perfect…Her let me show you…Like this…Good…”

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Reason #11: Tyrion is “special” to Sansa — Why is it that Jon “didn’t ask!” 

Now, though we compared it (jokingly) to the other instances when men mention Sansa and Jon flips, Jon’s reaction to Tyrion isn’t *exactly* rage — what is more, his disposition towards Tyrion is quite positive *before* Tyrion unwittingly takes it one step too far in his talk about Sansa. 

When they first meet at the beach, Jon actually breaks out in a smile and shakes Tyrion’s hand, genuinely happy to see him. We can be sure that Jon knows all about Tyrion at that moment, at least everything that Sansa had shared about him and we know that she characterized Tyrion as “not like the others” and praised how kind he was. Even if she never said it out loud, she also implied to Jon that his being “kind” means he *never* touched her.

That alone makes Tyrion a good guy in Jon’s eyes. 

The scene with Theon next episode confirmed that Sansa’s safety and well-being takes such center stage in Jon’s ‘good books’ that he immediately forgave Theon’s betrayal of his brother, his entire family and the North. Due to that, we can assume that Jon *would* feel gratitude towards Tyrion for treating his sister well when he would have had every opportunity (and the legal right) to do the opposite.

So…when Tyrion does broach the “subject” - hoping to resolve whatever doubt Jon might have about his honourable treatment of Sansa - he is rebuffed with something that can only be described as ‘gruff rudeness’ by Jon. 

“I didn’t ask.” 

And this only broke out of Jon the moment Tyrion showed a little *too* much interest in Sansa. 

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destiel, PG-13, 3.7k

This fic was inspired by the following prompt I received from @imsounoplogetic:
So I recently came across this video. And me being the trash that I am, I immediately though of destiel. I was wondering if you could write something base off of this video where Dean is popular kid who Cas thinks is a jerk. Cas is a theatre boy and Cas comes by the rehearsal room and hears Dean singing and is completely shocked?

Thanks to @captainhaterade for their beta work!

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Summary: Dean’s the popular kid, and Castiel’s the drama kid who holds a grudge against him due to an incident on his first day of school. They’ve stayed out of each other’s way ever since, until one night Castiel stumbles upon something completely unexpected in the drama room… 


“Cas? Did you actually hear a word I just said or are you too busy checking out Winchester’s ass?”

Ash’s typical laid-back drawl cut through Castiel thoughts, and he turned to the long-haired boy with a scowl.

“I was not looking at Dean’s ass,” he said, though it sounded more petulant than aggressive.

“Sure you weren’t.” Ash’s raised eyebrows were a pretty good clue that he didn’t believe Castiel at all. “So what did I say, then?” he challenged.

“You were talking about…” Castiel frantically cast his mind back to the last two minutes. Okay, so he had perhaps been looking at Dean. But certainly not at his ass. Not that there was much to look at (or so Castiel had convinced himself). His face, now there was a work of art. Especially those freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks and –

Castiel forcefully cut off that train of thought. Freckles or no freckles, Dean Winchester was a jerk. One of the popular, “cool” kids who looked down on Castiel and his nerdy, geeky friends. He was good at sports, got above average grades (to Castiel’s annoyance) and had a line around the block of boys and girls wanting to date him. Naturally, he only dated the prettiest people, and his circle of friends were similarly aesthetically blessed.

Of course, those things alone would not merit the descriptor “jerk”. Dean’s attitude towards Castiel, however, did. Castiel had transferred to Lawrence High at the start of his senior year, and he’d met Dean on his second day of school, in front of the classroom where Mr. Thompson’s English class was about to start. Dean had been chatting to one of his friends (Castiel would later find out that her name was Bella) and was blocking the doorway.

“Excuse me,” Castiel had said politely, meeting Dean’s ridiculously green eyes. Dean had given him a once-over, making Castiel feel like he was on display in a zoo, before grabbing Bella by the arm and pulling her towards him so Castiel could pass by.

“Sorry, dude,” Dean had said, frowning and looking troubled. Castiel had stepped into the classroom without another word, but he could hear Bella giggling and whispering something to Dean, to which Dean had responded with a derisive snort and a “he’s all yours – not interested.”

Castiel had felt humiliated, and ever since he’d avoided Dean like the plague, scowling at him whenever their eyes met, which usually had the effect of Dean looking down with a tight, unhappy expression. Dean was a shallow jerk, plain and simple, and Castiel wanted nothing to do with him.

The only good thing about him was that he was a member of the school’s LGBT+ Alliance, which was headed by Charlie Bradbury who was also their only mutual friend. But Castiel had always taken care to stay away from Dean during those meetings, and had sometimes avoided them altogether if he knew Dean would be coming. It exasperated Charlie to no end, as she was convinced they’d be great friends if they would only talk to each other and give it a chance.

But she was wrong – they were too different. Getting closer to Dean would only lead to disappointment. It wasn’t worth trying.

“About what, Cas?”

Oh, right, his conversation with Ash. Damn, Castiel really needed to sleep more – he was having a hell of time concentrating lately.

“About who we could cast to replace Bradley as Mal,” Castiel said confidently. He hadn’t been that zoned out, thankfully, and remembered just enough to answer Ash’s question about The Addams Family musical performance the drama club was holding at the end of the year.

Ash regarded him suspiciously for a moment, but then shrugged and let it go. “Yep, so me and Jo were thinkin’ maybe Garth could do it?”

Castiel considered it. “Maybe. But I’m not sure his singing voice is strong enough to carry Mal’s solo songs. Besides, didn’t he say he’d rather work behind the scenes? Last I heard he was helping with lighting and sound. Don’t we have any other candidates?”

“Not really – everyone else either already has a part or is helping out backstage. Yeah, Garth was assisting Kelly but she can probably do it on her own. I don’t see how we got much of a choice. We ain’t got much time left.”

True enough, they couldn’t afford to wait much longer to decide on a replacement for Mal’s part. Why did Bradley’s family have to take him skiing, anyway? Such a dangerous, expensive and completely pointless sport.

Castiel wondered if Dean skied.

Standing up with his now empty lunch tray, Castiel nodded at Ash. “I see your point. I’ll go mention it to Jody and Donna, then. See what they think.”

Ash waved his hand in a lazy salute. “Thanks man, ‘ppreciate it. Oh, and Cas?”

Castiel turned back around.

“You really should give Dean another chance. I know you guys got off on the wrong foot, and I don’t blame you for that, but he really ain’t all that bad once you get to know him.”

“And since when do you hang out with Dean Winchester?” Castiel asked, feeling betrayed. He’d had no idea Ash was even on speaking terms with Dean.

“Since he gave me a ride home in that beautiful car of his ‘bout a month ago when I was stranded here after my sis bailed on me. We got to talking after.” Ash waggled his eyebrows at Castiel. “He really isn’t just a pretty face, y’know. And don’t pretend you don’t think he’s pretty. You’re a terrible liar.”

“So what? The guy’s an arrogant jerk - his looks mean nothing to me. He basically gave me the Darcy treatment on my second day of school, Ash. Before he even knew me! As if I was even interested in him!”

“Yeah and we all know how that story ends, don’t we?” Ash was grinning now. “Look, I ain’t gonna deny that was a dick move, but from what I’ve learned about the guy, he tends to put his foot in it when he’s flustered.” He looked at Castiel pointedly. “Maybe something about you just throws him off his game?”

Castiel had had about enough of this conversation. The memory of their first meeting always left him feeling hollow and in a foul mood, and he needed to keep his spirits up to survive ethics class with Mr. Adler later this afternoon.

“Whatever it is, I’m not interested in finding out. I doubt I’m missing out on much. I’ll see you at rehearsal, Ash.” He walked away before Ash could say anything else.

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New Year’s Celebration(MATURE)

“I am so sorry Justin, but I really can’t make it.” Y/N spoke into her phone, trying to keep herself from laughing.

“But you promised.” Justin whined.

“I know I did and I am very sorry for cancelling the last minute, but I will try to catch a next flight tomorrow or day after.”

Justin sighed, she pictured him frowning and messing his quiet long hair. “All right, okay, fine. But try to come as soon as possible.”

“I promise I will. Love you. I wish you all the best tonight.”

“Thanks babe, love you, bye.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to hung up so she could burst out of laughter. “You know you’re a real bitch, right?” Alfredo asked joining Y/N.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and laughed some more. “This way is better. Paparazzi won’t expect me, neither will the fans. I can walk freely.”

“But don’t you feel bad, like, don’t know, he will be bummed because you’re not there to support him?”

“I thought about it, yeah, trust me this way is better. He will be happier to see me.”

Alfredo shrugged his shoulders “What do I know.”

Y/N took her phone and scrolled through instagram a little bit. Just as she was scrolling through one fans Bieber page, she got a text from Justin.

Bout to go on stage, really wish you were here.”

She decided not to respond, making it more convenient that she was busy doing, god knows what.

Few minutes later, they landed in Miami. The car was already waiting for Alfredo and Y/N. it was already 11.35 p.m. She was hoping that by the time, they arrive to Fontainebleau, it won’t be past midnight.

She wanted to celebrate new year with him, but considering the traffic, she might be late.

They arrived at 11.56 p.m. Y/N took her hills off and sprinted as fast as she could. In the distance, she could hear Justin’s voice getting louder and louder.

She bumped few people on the way, but thankfully, nobody stopped her to ask who she is. Once she reached the back stage, she gave herself a few seconds to catch a breath and put her hills back on.

That’s when she heard the countdown. “Eight, seven, six.” She fixed her hair and rushed on stage. She was hopping she looks okay. “Happy New Year.” Justin screamed into microphone.

He was about to say something when Y/N hugged him from behind, whispering into his ear. “Happy new year, babe.”

Quicker than a lighting, Justin turned around, enormous smile shining over his face. He placed his hands on her checks, pulling her into kiss.

The crowd behind them was going wild. Seemed like everybody had a great time.

“Happy new year.” He mumbled into kiss.

Once they separated from the kiss, he pulled her into a hug, placing his lips right next to her left ear. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t pull this little prank on me, baby girl. Just wait till we get to the dressing room. If we even make it to there.”

He kissed her ear and moved away, facing her with the most innocence smile. Y/N’s heart started pounding faster than ever, and she felt heat spreading all over her body. She wasn’t sure if she will be able to wait so long.  

She bit her lip, she was speechless. She wanted him, now, and not a moment later.

“Oh don’t give me those sex eyes, honey.” Justin said and turned to face the crowd.

“Give it up from my incredibly hot girlfriend everybody.” Y/N smiled and waved at the crowd.

She turned around and walked backstage, finding a good position to watch the rest of Justin’s performance.

He looked so good while he performed, and also very happy. Her eyes observed every single one of his moves. Soon she got distracted with the thoughts of Justin’s hot and wet mouth, tracing all the way from he swallowed lips to her clit.

She pushed her thighs together ease the urge she felt, just a little bit.

She was so distracted with her own dirty thoughts, that she didn’t even notice Justin’s performance being over, and him now walking towards her.

Once he was standing right in front of her, she lifted her head and bit her lip. He placed his finger under her chin and pushed her up. His eyes focused on her lips, but he didn’t make a move.

When she tried to make one, he simply backed away, meeting her gaze with a smirk playing over his lips.

“You see, you’ve been a very, very bad girl today. Teasing me with “I can’t make it” and your little outfit.” Justin got closer to Y/N, lowering his voice so only she could hear him.

“I know you want my tongue around your little tight pussy, my fingers playing with your hard nipples, my dick in your mouth. I know you want all of that baby girl, but daddy, you see, he wants to teach his little girl a lesson, yeah. Which is, never tease daddy.” Justin licked his lips, once again letting a smirk play over his lips.

Y/N sighed loudly, at that point she just wanted to push him onto the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of him, but that wasn’t possible, considering people in the room and his strength.

She simply nodded, focusing her eyes on the wall behind him with a picture that was supposed to be artwork, but all she saw was one stick and a circle. She really didn’t understand why people called that art.

“Now baby girl, I have to shower, but then we will hit the party.” Justin took her hand and the walked the same way she ran not twenty minutes ago.

As soon as they walked out of the door, she had to put her hand over her eyes, otherwise she would fall from all those flashlights.

Somehow they managed to get to the car without separating and they soon took off. Justin sat as close to Y/N as he physically could, placing his right hand on her thigh, slowly running tips of his fingers over her inner thigh.

The tension was way too much to handle, so she placed her hand on his leg moving it to his dick. She hoped he would change his mind and they would stay in his hotel room.

Justin suddenly grabbed Y/N’s hand, as it was just inches away from his dick and placed it on her leg. To punish her, he moved his hand away and moved in his seat so they weren’t touching anymore.

At that point, Y/N wanted to scream out in frustration, in the corner of her eye she could see Justin smirking before speaking.

“So how did you like my performance?” he turned his head to look at her.

She was pissed and not really in the mood to talk, she only shrugged her shoulders and simply added. “It was okay.” Turning her head towards the window.

By his voice, she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the answer. “It was okay?” He asked under the breath. “That’s all?” she didn’t respond.

If he could tease her, she could give him a silent treatment.

“So that’s how’s going to be, huh darling? All right, I’ll take it.”

From that moment on, neither of them spoke a word to each other. Even though they arrived to the hotel in less than three minutes, to Y/N it seemed like it was half an hour.

She quickly opened her door, which usually Justin does for her, but she wanted to piss him off as much as she could. Two can play this game.

She heard him mumble something under the breath but she didn’t bother to wait for him. She quickly walked towards the elevator, waiting for it to open.

Justin immediately caught up with her, placing his hand on her lower back, but just for brief five seconds. The door opened and they walked in, each standing on their side of the elevator.

They quickly walked out, reaching the room number 265. Justin unlocked it and she followed him in. she threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes.

She could feel Justin’s look all over her body and when she hoped that he would change his mind, he walked into the bathroom.

She groaned and took her phone out. She opened snapchat and tried out which new idiotic filters where there. After she posted few selfies, she saw she had a missed call from her mother, so she rang her.

“Happy new year, honey.” Her mother yelled into phone. Y/N could tell she was a bit tipsy.

“Happy new year, mom. Having fun in LA?”

“Oh it’s great here. There’s a lot of young hot boys here.” Y/N could hear her father in the distance yelling something at her. “Whatever Y/F/N” She simply yelled.

At that point Justin walked out of bathroom, his hair messy and a towel wrapped around his waist. Y/N sat up and ran her eyes all over his body, scanning him, from his head to his tiptoes.

“So are you two having fun?” Y/M/N voice shook her from her daydream. “Mhm” Y/N mumbled into the phone.

“We’re just about to head to the party.”

“Well tell Justin hi and have a good time. P.S. it’s time for me to become grandma.”

“Y/M/N” Y/n’s father yelled and Y/N just chuckled.

“All right mom, have fun. Love you.”

Y/N hung up and look in Justin’s direction. He was now fully dressed, wearing a hat, black shirt, same colour jacket and white shorts.

“Ready?” he simply asked.

“Mom said hi.” He nod and started walking out.

He let Y/N go first and placed his hand on her lower back. This time the ride down wasn’t so unpleasant and soon they were at the party.

They separated very quickly, Y/N headed to the bar, ordering herself a strong Martini, while Justin went somewhere, only god know where.

“What is a girl like you doing alone on New Year?” a deep voice asked Y/n and she slowly rotated herself to face a very good looking guy.

He was tall, bit taller than Justin, black hair with bluest eyes Y/N has ever seen. She shyly smiled at him.

“Well I lost my boyfriend somewhere.” Y/N simply answered, hoping that will send him away.

But he didn’t seem to recognise what she said, rather he showed at the chair next to her, and she just nodded. A little company won’t hurt, she was getting bored anyway.

“I am Tony”

“Y/N. Nice to meet ya.”

“Oh trust me pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at his flirtatious comment and carried on. They talked for solid fifteen minutes, he made he laugh so much, her stomach actually started to hurt.

She felt familiar hand on her back. “Hi I am Justin. The boyfriend.” Justin offered his hand to Tony. His face was cold as ice, and Y/n knew he was beyond pissed and jealous.

“So you’re the one that leave this fine lady, all alone. Damn bro, you should keep a close eye on that masterpiece.” Tony said shaking his hand.

Y/n felt Justin’s grip getting tighter after Tony’s comment. She could tell his ego was hurt, and she was hoping he would just bit his tongue and let go. But she knew Justin.

“You might wanna watch your mouth, this is my girlfriend you’re talking to.”

“Hey man, I’ve said nothing bad about your girlfriend.” Tony lifted his hands up, clearly showing he wants no trouble.

“Tony it was nice meeting you, but I think you should leave now. Thanks for the company, I appreciate it.” Y/N said.

Tony nodded and smiled, then walked away. Y/N exactly knew what was following, and honestly she wasn’t in the mood for it.

“So I let you off for five minutes and you already find a new guy?”

She turned her head to face him, with the most annoyed facial expression she could make. “Don’t you even dare to start anything. He was at least making me company, unlike someone here.”

“So you wanna fuck him?” Justin asked arrogantly.  

“Fuck off Justin, go back to those bitches that you were with all this time. You ain’t gonna ruin this night for me.” Y/N said and walked away.

“Where you going?” Justin asked walking behind her.

“Somewhere where no one is going to bother me.”

“Y/N where the fuck are you going? Answer me.” Justin raised his voice. She turned on her tiptoes, lifting her hand to slap him, but she stopped herself just in time.

“Go on, slap me. Go on, do it.” he provoked her, stepping closer to her. Y/N rolled her eyes, groaned and started walking towards his room.

“So you’re just gonna walk away?”

“What do you want Justin? There is no more that needs to be said or discussed.”

“Oh yes there is.”

She picked her pace and walked even faster. Soon she was in front of his room door, waiting for him to unlock them, but he didn’t seem to hurry anywhere.

“And what would we need to discuss anymore?”

“You giving that guy sex eyes.” Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. All night he keeps teasing her, she is about to explode and now he gives her his jealous attitude.

It was kinda sexy, but all she wanted was to cum, not fight. So she pulled him closer, grabbing his jacked and connecting their lips.

He pushed her against the doors, one hand placing on her side, while unlocking the door with other. He pushed her inside, closing the door with his leg.

He moved away from kiss and took his jacket off. Y/N placed her hand around the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He observed her while her hands traced up and how his chest.

He moved his hands on her back, unzipping her dress, letting it hit the floor and revealing her naked body. “You are so beautiful.”  Y/N felt her cheeks burning up.

Justin pushed Y/N onto bed and climbed over here. He connected their lips once again, while placing his hand over her clit, making little circles around it.

Y/N moaned into the kiss. “So wet.” Justin mumbled into kiss, pushing his tree finger into her. She groaned from sudden pleasure.

Justin moved his lips to her hard nipples, nibbling on each. She pushed her head deeper into the pillow, digging her nails into silky sheets.

He stick his tongue out and slowly traced it all the way to her pussy. He placed few kisses around her entrance, before connecting his lips with her clit.

Y/N screamed out in pleasure, shutting her eyes and enjoying the moment. She pushed her hips higher, but he placed his strong hand on her sides and held her down.

He hummed into her entrance, which only send shiver all over her body.

Suddenly he got up and she whined at the feeling of emptiness. He took his shorts off, exposing his grown length.

He took his dick in his hand and simply demanded. “Suck.”

Y/N got up and quickly took his dick into her mouth, never leaving his gaze. His mouth fell open, little ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.

She sucked slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip, but Justin grabbed her hair and moved her head faster and rougher.

She knew he was close, so he pulled her away, pulling her up for a rough kiss.

Y/N pushed Justin onto bed, she placed her legs on each side and took his dick into her hands and placed it in front of her entrance. She slowly pushed herself down, adjusting his length inside her.

She placed her hands onto his chest and started moving her hips in a circle. He griped her sides, groaning.

“Keep doing that, baby girl.”

Y/N slowly started to bounce her hips up and down, eventually picking up the pace. Their moans were getting lost in hot, steamy air that their bodies produced.

Justin’s eyes focused on her bouncing boobs, moving his hands to cup them, giving them a good squeeze. Y/N moaned loudly.

“You are so fucking hot, you know that, right?”

Justin got up, placing his hands on her back, taking her breast in her mouth, nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Sucking around her nipples, making sure to leave deep, purple marks, only visible to him.

Y/N felt her stomach clenching, her thighs started shaking. She was so close.

“Mhm, s-so cl-o-o-se. Please le-t me c-u-um.” Y/N said quietly, in between thrusts.

“Oh you wanna cum, baby girl? I don’t think so.” Justin picked her up and turned around, hovering her. He pulled his dick out, only to slam into her with his full rage.

Y/N screamed his name, almost cumming, but somehow managing to hold it back. With each thrust it became harder and harder for her to hold back. Because with every thrust he managed to hit her g-spot.

“Please, Justin” Y/N cried out.

“What? What do you want?” Justin demanded.

“Please let me cum.”

“I don’t know Y/N, only good girls get to cum, but you were a very, very bad girl today.”

Y/N moaned loudly, she knew that if she won’t cum in next thirty seconds, she will explode.

“But I think you have learned your lesson. Cum baby girl, cum hard.”

Her orgasm hit the climax, Y/N’s eyes rolled, her back arched, and she digged her nails into his muscles. She screamed his name as loud as she could, feeling like her lounges will leave her body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.”

He rid of her orgasm as his was close, his thrust became sloppier, harder and deeper. He groaned her name loudly, emptying himself into her.

Justin collapsed next to Y/N, both trying to calm down their breathing.

Seven Days With Bangtan | Yoongi


Pairings: (Yoongi/Reader)

Genre: Smut

Words: 1,928

Tags: Make Up Sex, Dominant 


Monday.

You walk into Yoongi’s home studio, watching as the boy played the piano, The sound almost like a lullaby. You watch as he concentrates on making every note perfectly, pausing to write them down.

You bite your bottom lip as you walk towards the sofa on the other side of the room. You sit, pulling your feet up as you continue watching him.

It has been three days since he has utter a word towards you. Not even a glance has been thrown in your general direction. You think back to three days ago, the way he threw his laptop on the ground with so much force.

You had to admit that the action had scared you, but you didn’t say anything as he walked angrily out of the room. You regretted not paying more attention to what you had been doing.

You think back to three days ago, when the silent treatment he was still giving you had started. You had been working on a project for the microbiology on Monday.

The computer’s memory was so fulled that you had to delete a few things. Most of the files on that computer were yours, but on occasion Yoongi used it when he had new ideas. You didn’t think anything of it as you saved your documents.

The next day Yoongi had walked angrily into your room, He had your laptop in his hands as he looked at you with a serious expression on his face. “Did you touch my computer?” He asks as he waves it in the air.

“Yeah, I used it for a project for school. Mine was broken” You say as you out the book you were reading down on the bed beside you. “Why? What’s wrong?”

He scoffs as he shuts his eyes, “What’s wrong, you ask?” Yoongi asks as he looks around the room, the bags under his eyes showing exactly how exhausted he was.

You frown as you watch him run a hand down his face, chuckling to himself. “Well did you by any chance delete some files?” He asks as his eyes meet yours.

“Yeah, a few of mine. Why?” You ask as you stand up, walking up to him. When you went to touch his cheek, you watch as he jerks away from you . You frown as you look up at him, “What’s wrong?”

“They weren’t all yours” He yells, “You deleted my music file, all the songs for my new album were in there!” Yoongi says.

“How could you do something so stupid!” Yoongi yelled, “Do you know how hard I worked for this and you just fucked it up in three seconds”

You don’t say anything as he starts to pace around the room, breathing heavily. You frown as he continues to yell, feeling anger radiating out of him. But he still had no right to tell you those things, he didn’t have to yell or call you names.

You don’t say anything as he throws his laptop across the room, you could tell that he was pissed. Talking would only make him even more angry, you hug your body as he stomped out of the room.

Now you look at him once again, watching as he worked on those deleted songs. The bags under his eyes making him look even more exhausted.

The deadline was near and he hasn’t taken a break even once. You hug your legs closer to your body, resting your chin on your knees as you try to think of how to begin a conversation.

You weren’t even sure if he would answer you back, but you still wanted to try. You stand up, walking towards the older boy as quietly as you could.

Yoongi sighs as he  hears your small steps on the wooden floor, you were a sneaky person to begin with. He wanted to apologize to you, about what  had happened three days ago.  

He just didn’t know where to start, he had found the album file in another folder on his computer. He couldn’t help but feel extremely bad that he had yelled at you for no reason. The only reason he had been giving you the silent treatment was because he didn’t know how to make it up to you.

He closes his eyes as he feels your stare on him, he could feel your presence behind him. He let out a deep breath as he feels your hands on his shoulders.

“Yoongi?” you ask as you slowly move your hands up and down his arms. “Can we talk?” Your voice was small, you didn’t want to see his angry side again.

You feel his hand on your wrist, feeling him pull you forward. You sat on his lap and with a frown you look down at him. You watch as Yoongi leans up before he presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is gentle and slow, his hand going to the your cheek as he deepens the kiss. He pulls away slowly, “I’m sorry” You hear him say.

“I’m sorry” he repeats, you frown as you look into his tired eyes. “Why should you be sorry?” You ask him.

You watch as he gives you small smile, the smile he would only give to you when he did something wrong or when you didn’t agree with him on something.

Your eyebrows furrow as you look down at him. You watch as he leans his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh. “I was an asshole” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist a he pulls you as close as possible.

“I was wrong to yell at you” He continues, “You don’t have to keep apologizing, I should’ve paid more attention” You say as you stand up, looking at at him as you jump up on the desk.

Yoongi licks his lips with a skeptical look on his face. He wanted to explain more of the situation, but maybe somethings he should just keep to himself. He certainly didn’t need to have you mad at him, especially when it was all his doing.

He stands up , biting his lip he walks towards you. You watch as he pushes your legs apart, standing in between them. “Let me make it up to you” he whispers against your lips.

You don’t reply as you feel his hand on the inside of your thigh, a small smile on your face as you feel him get closer to your underwear.  "Is that how you’re going to make it up to me?“

Yoongi smirks as his fingers comes into contact with your clit. The rough material of your panties making it all the more pleasurable. Your heartbeat quickens when he pushes them aside.

You gasp as you feel him push a finger inside of you. Yoongi watches with hooded eyes as your mouth opens up in a gasp, smirking slightly as he saw pleasure overcome you.

You feel his nose brushing against the side of your neck as he leaned closer to you. Yoongi moves his finger in and out of you slowly, listening as you start to moan.

“I love it when you make that sound” Yoongi says as he pushes another finger inside of you. “How about you make some more”

You feel Yoongi’s other hand around your underwear, pulling before you heard a snap sound across the room. “That was one of my favo-” You gasp as you feel him curl his fingers inside on you.

“What was that?” Yoongi says with a smirk, “I didn’t quite catch that” You moan as you feel him curl his fingers once again.

He starts to move his fingers in and out of you, his other hand going the zipper of your sweatshirt. His hand slowly pulling down the zipper, putting your naked chest.

You feel him pull his fingers out of you, watching as he held them in front of your mouth. Yoongi watches with lustful eyes as his fingers near your lips. You taste yourself as he pushes his fingers into your mouth.

He watches with an intense look in his eyes at the way your lips wrap themselves around his fingers. He grunts as he feels your tongue on his fingers, “God, I’ve missed your tongue” he says as he pulls away, grabbing your face as his lips landed on yours.

The kiss was passionate, fast and needy. His hands move down to your chest, groping your breast as you felt his tongue in your mouth.

You moan against his mouth as his thumb flicked your nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and finger. Yoongi kisses down your neck, undoing the buttons of his jeans.

Yoongi pushes his pants down, letting his hard length slap against the bottom of his shirt. You push him away, kneeling in front of him.

As soon as your mouth made contact with his member, Yoongi moans out loud. His fingers tangle themselves in your hair, pushing you further down his length.

Yoongi feels a shiver run down his spine the moment he heard you gag against his member. He leans forward, his hand on the desk as he feels his legs loose their strength.

You pull away, looking up at him. His mouth was half open, his eyes were closed and you watch as he stick his tongue out, licking his lips.

His eyes snap open, finding their way to you. “Bend over” he says, gesturing to his desk. You quickly do as he says, finding yourself get wetter by the second.

Yoongi wasted no time as the pushed the head of his member to your entrance, moaning as he felt just how wet you were. His breathing quickens as he pushes his length further into you, both of your moan filling the once silent room.

As he pushes himself deeper inside of you, his hands go around your front, hands groping your breasts as he pulls back out and pushes back deeper. You moan at the full feeling he gave you every time he thrusts inside of you.

The force he was giving was enough to let you know that you would have bruises on your hips from how hard they were hitting the desk. But the pain was overtaken by the pleasure you were receiving.

Yoongi reaches forward, his hand going around the front of your throat. Pulling you back against his chest, this time he feels himself going deeper. “You feel so good around me” Yoongi moans into your ear as he moves his hips up in sharp and hard thrusts.

“I’m gonna cum” You whimper out as that familiar feeling in your stomach starts to build up. You feel one of his hand reach down, rubbing circles on your clit.

“Do it” Yoongi whispers into your ear, his hand around your throat tightening slightly, “Cum for me”

You feel your orgasm wash over you. Yoongi feels his muscles around his stomach tightening as he releases his cum into you. His hips jerking as he came down from his high.

The room was silent, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the both of you breathing heavily. You stand up from the wooden desk, feeling your legs wobble as you turn around. You look at Yoongi as he sat back on the chair, “Well that was fun”, he says.

You laugh as you pick up his shirt, putting it on. You walk towards him, taking a sit on his lap. “Is it wrong that I like our method of making up after a fight?” He asks.


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Paladins react in a situation where Allura is stressed and has been giving s/o a hard time on not doing enough since they're not a paladin so they have more weight to pull. I love Allura but sometimes she needs to check her emotions

Shiro

~ He understood why Allura was being more strict with everyone, they were at war for crying out loud. But when she singled you out and nit picked your flaws, he was annoyed.

~ Yeah, you weren’t a paladin but you brought so much more to the team than you thought. Allura pointing out only your flaws, and not the others because you weren’t a paladin pushed him over the line.

~ He didn’t say anything until she was plain out insulting you, he stepped in and corrected Allura. “I get your stressed but you can’t keep taking your anger out on everyone” He said calmly. Shiro would walk you out of the room after and make sure you were alright.

~ Shiro would comfort you and tell you that Allura was just stressed and not to take what she said so seriously. He’d have Allura apologize for what she said and make sure the two of you were still on good terms. They still needed to be a team after all.

Lance

~ He’s not having any of it, once Allura begins to single you out from the rest of the tam he’s jumping into action. She was insulting someone he cared deeply for, and he wasn’t gonna sit back and watch it happen.

~ He knew what it was like to be singled out and have all your flaws pointed out, Iverson did a great job on showing him what that felt like. So he already in between you and Allura.

~ “You seriously need to chill, you’re just plain out bullying Y/n” He said. Lance isn’t even joking around when it comes to this, he doesn’t want you to feel like you aren’t apart of the team, because he knows how horrible that feeling is.

~ He’d take you away from Allura and point out all of your positive attributes to the team, reminding you that none of what Allura said was true. He’d make sure you were smiling before and happy by the time he was finished with his talk, then he’d probably drag you to his room to cuddle.

Hunk

~ He’s so sweet and kind he doesn’t know what to do when Allura begins to berate you, but the look on your face makes him speak up. He hated seeing you upset, it always made him upset.

~ He wanted you to be happy here, and feel like apart of the team, because you were. He understood how you could easily feel out of place, not being a paladin and all. But everyone truly enjoyed that you were on the team and a big asset.

~ “Okay, but is it really necessary to bully Y/n like that, can’t you try constructive criticism” He shyly say, stopping whatever Allura was saying to you. He defend you any day, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

~ Once you two were alone he’d make sure you were okay and tell you positive things about yourself. He’d even offer to bake you something if he had the right ingredients, which would hopefully lead to laughter and smiles.

Keith

~ He’s definitely not okay with this, not at all. The tone of voice and the words Allura directed toward you were unacceptable. You were precious to the team, and him. And Allura bullying you like that set him off.

~ Keith hated the look you wore on your face as Allura continued to point out your flaws, it’d take all his will power not to punch the princess. He only wanted to see you happy, being sad wasn’t an option.

~ “just shit up already, Y/n doesn’t deserve this type of treatment” He’d roughly say, taking your hand in his. Keith couldn’t just watch you be belittled like that, like you were apart of this team when you clearly were.

~ He’d make sure you knew you were apart of the team and needed here, he’d tell you Allura had no idea what she was talking about. He’d compliment you and wrap you up in his arms, letting his actions to the talking.

Pidge

~ She isn’t too sure on what to do at first, Allura was the leader and needed everyone to be at their best. But when Allura started to go on about you not being fit to be on the team she snapped.

~ She hated watching this, you were none of the things Allura was saying about you. She didn’t want you to be singled out like that, you looked so hurt and sad that she couldn’t take it anymore.

~ “Wow, okay is that really necessary?” She’s say, stepping into the conversation. Pidge would tell Allura off, defending you as if her life depended on it.

~ Pidge would console you in private, making sure you were alright. She’d point out how Allura was wrong to say those things and that none of them were true. She’d then continue to tell you how much she love having you around. Maybe after she’d let you help her with her most recent project, to make you feel more included.

SEP: Sunsets

I wrote this based on the comic “SEP Days” that my friend @vapewraith drew - I love silly SEP and Crisis interactions between Gabriel and Jack so I loved this comic and really wanted to show how much Vape’s art and colors inspire me.

Thank you again, Vapewraith - thank you for nearly nine months of your wonderful Overwatch art!  ❤️  ❤️  ❤️

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“Soldiers, line up here.”

There are tart groans and muttered whines as the SEP candidates shuffle to a stop and the group practically collapses against the walls and waist-high concrete barriers.  The exhaustion and aches are practically tangible in the air as the supersoldiers-in-training ease themselves into sitting or leaning or even lying positions - Number: 37 practically throws herself on the group even though it’s as miserably comfortable as sleeping on broken groundstone.  Number: 123 next to Gabriel rolls his shoulders, hissing every time the right one moves back too far, exactly where one of the rubber bullets had hit him earlier.  Number: 88 on the other side of Jack seats herself and then curls up into a ball, pulling the drawstrings on her hood to shut the world into what Jack assumes is blissful darkness.

They’re in one of the halls of the SEP facility - tucked away into a deep mountainside “somewhere out west,” the building is hard angles and brutal concrete and cut-steel, as soft as titanium and as gentle as the injections they get every morning and evening.  Yet even here, in “wherever’s-range,” there is still beauty: the massive windows, normally just cold, crystalline glass, are open to the sunset, bleeding colors across the land and sky, dripping into the hallway with the vibrancy of oil paints.  Reds smoke into bright, endless pinks, golds melt into bold, sunshine yellows, oranges shift into liquid amber, and at the edges of the atmosphere, velvet purples sigh into silky blues, tinting the more vivid colors and steeped clouds with the dusk of night and the emerging stars.

It’s a sight neither Gabriel nor Jack will ever get tired of -

No matter how exhausted they are.

“The doctors will see you shortly -” the SEP instructor starts to say, reappearing at the far end of the hallway, before he looks up from the papers on his clipboard and scowls at the group of crumbling supersoldiers, snapping, “Is that what you call ‘lining up?’”

“Maybe if y’all didn’t work us so damn hard,” Number: 141 growls, his voice climbing into a hoarse yell, “We’d still have the energy to fucking stand!” 

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 19

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: OKAY WE’RE GETTING SOMEWHERE. This took longer than I anticipated, but that’s only because I’m trash and I got distracted by another fic idea that I might be doing. 

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Summary: In order to help a friend, she makes a deal with the devil.

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 3,232

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, alcohol, pregnancy mention, choking, fingering, swearing, NSFW

Author’s Note: Thank you guys for all the support! I didn’t expect this series to take off like it did, and I hope this finale is worth it. I really struggled with coming up with a decent ending to this monster of a fic. It was hard, but I did my best. 

Please let me know what you thought! This fic has no beta reader, so I am very sorry for any errors you encounter. Enjoy!

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Capable (Chapter 1)

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Originally posted by fernfandom

Bucky Barnes x mutant!Reader

Summary: You were kidnapped by Hydra 10 years ago but now you’re free. You find yourself at the Avengers Tower while you recover and readjust to real life.

Warnings: language (mild), angst, PTSD

A/N: This is my first fic so any feedback, if you can or have time is wonderful. I’ve tagged some pages down below, they are simply other writers who I follow (this is a side blog so if you think I don’t follow you, I promise I do) and love and wanted to tag, if you don’t want to be tagged in future fics please just let me know, promise I won’t be offended. Or if you do want be tagged and you’re not you can tell me that too! OMG I’m so nervous, here goes nothing.


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Dancing On The Roof

Take this away from me already, God. 

Happy late birthday, @l-x-ie​ !!!! Hope you enjoy this ‘small’ fic, and again a big thank you to @monsir-arts​ for letting me base the fic on this fanart of theirs. 

I have nothing else to say except: Thief Klance Au and that this may suck HARD but whATEVER. 

Ps. Guys, this is like 6k …..so like, here’s the Ao3 link tbh.  

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does the art. 


His hand hovers over the empty marble surface and Keith just wants to scream.

That motherfucker.

He picks up the small yellow post-it on the middle, where his diamond is supposed to be, and his blood boils with fury.

Keith could kill him, honest to God, he could and he would throw the biggest party ever, but he can’t. He can’t because killing Blue will mean having the entire Altea Agency on his ass and Keith can do without the extra attention on him.

Keith just wanted to settle down on a motherfucking private island with a glass of lemonade, was that too much to ask?

‘Better luck next time, Red ~ <3’ it reads, handwriting playful and loopy.

Apparently, yes, it was a lot to ask.

He crumples the post-it with one hand before tugging it into his jeans’ back pocket. No point on leaving evidence of his presence on Blue’s robbery.

Robbery that was supposed to be motherfucking his, honestly, what the fu –

‘Patience yields focus,’ Keith thinks, cutting his own train of thoughts, and then he takes a deep breath, shoulders losing their tension at each exhale he releases.

He opens his eyes and turns around, tugging his blade back to its holder before climbing the walls to exit the museum.


Shiro looks up from his tablet to find Keith ripping to pieces the last piece of newspaper in their floor. He waits until Keith has settled down, panting hard and an angry flush on his face, and then he speaks up.

“Blue?” He asks casually, and that earns him another scream from his partner.

“Shiro! Shiro! He stole my painting! The painting I have been eyeing for weeks now. I was going to steal it tonight and he fucking – ! Oh my god! I’m going to kill him.”

Shiro stares flatly at him. “Keith, he’s from the Altea’s Agency, you know, our allies?”

“He keeps stealing from me!”

The older man rolls his eyes but grins at his friend. “Then you need to be faster, buddy.”

Keith glares at him, annoyed and angry, throwing the remaining paper of his newspaper towards Shiro. “That motherfucker has been on my ass for weeks now! You know, when I accepted this job, by your constant pushing, I didn’t expect an annoying shadow following me around and stealing my missions.”

“He can’t be your shadow is he’s a step in front of you.”

Keith ignores him. “’Neck and neck’ he said, what the hell does that even mean?”

Shiro turns to him, looking confused. “Neck and neck? You have been back from the desert for two months and you already have a rival?”

“He’s not my rival!”

“The cub has a rival? So soon?” Another voice joins the conversation, both men turning around to meet another one of their co-workers, “Who is it?”

“Hi, Thace.” Shiro waves lazily.

The older man nods at him, “Shiro, hello, you still owe me that last week report.”

“Right, right.”

“So, back to the cub’s rival.”

“I don’t have a rival!” Keith snaps.

Shiro shrugs. “He’s called Blue. He’s from AA.”

Thace’s eyebrows lift up in surprise. “Ah, I have heard of him. Him and his occasional team is actually from your generation.”

“What?” Keith asks, hands finally lowering from the air and he pushes himself closer to this chair’s edge towards Thace, “What do you mean?”

“Back in the Garrison Academy, you know, where every student has to train under the program before they are selected or assigned into an Agency?”

“I know what the Garrison is!” Keith scoffs irritated.

Thace looks at him unimpressed. “Well, that guy, Blue, is from your generation and one of the top ones, if I may add.”

Keith blinks and scrunches his nose at his mentor, “Am I supposed to remember him? I didn’t even finish my program before I was tossed and shipped to the desert by Kolivan.”

“Hear, hear.” Shiro mumbles, taking a sip from his tea.

Thace shrugs with a smirk. “You got an undercover mission, a B classified mission, before you even graduated. That’s quite the achievement, kiddo.”

“That still doesn’t explain why this guy is on my shadow.”

“Technically –“

“Shiro, I swear to God –“  

The older man chuckles, ruffling Keith’s hair as if he was eighteen years old all over again, “Don’t think too hard, kiddo. I will have a talk with Allura and make sure your missions don’t intersect each other. Just focus on your own, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Keith grumbles.

“Good. Now, has anyone seen the newspaper?”

“Uh…”

“Keith ate it.”

“Dude.”


“I’m on the move. Black, do I have the go?” Keith mumbles low under his breath, fingers pressed against his ear-com as he kneels on the edge of the roof, eyes scanning the security guard’s moves.

“Hold it,” Shiro whispers slowly and Keith can hear the way his partner is tapping the surface of his computer from his side of the com, the tapping clearly matching the security guy’s steps.

Ten full ticks and then, as the guard closes the entrance’s door behind him, Keith gets his go.

He jumps, feet hitting the roof’s ground harshly but painlessly. He stands up, rolling his shoulders back before cracking his neck. Keith smirks to himself, proud that he didn’t need to use the grappling hook to get across between roofs.

There’s a whistle and Keith snaps his attention to the right, face turning into a deep scowl as he meets Blue’s familiar body shape from the corner of his eye.

“Aw, hell no.” Keith mumbles, taking a deep breath before turning and meeting Blue’s eyes, staring unamused as the man winks at him as a greeting.

“Why, hello there, Red!” Blue says cheerfully, waving his arm around in the air towards the dark sky, “Lovely evening, am I right?”

Keith limits himself to stare flatly at him, flipping him off without a word before turning around, heading towards the window to get inside the building.

“Oh, oh, silent treatment? Rude. Where are you going, anyways? Oh, could it be? Could it be that you are looking for Angelica’s Heart? One of the most valuable gems on the National Museum of our country? Could it possibly be the reason you are here?”

Keith doesn’t answer and keeps walking.

“Because -”

He’s at the edge of the window, the hatch already open and Keith can feel his insides boil already. Blue better not have –

“It’s not -”

Keith pushes his face forward, eyes scanning the room below him, and there’s only one thought running through his mind –

“Going to be there.”

That motherfucker.

Blue barely had time to groan in pain before Keith’s on him. His back hits the ground hard and he coughs a few times, letting out a small ‘ow’ as Keith growls menacingly above him.

“Return what you stole, Blue,” Keith snaps, foot pressing further down against the brunet’s arm, “before I break your arm.”

The little shit laughs. He fucking laughs.

“Sorry, Red,” He chuckles, eyebrow raised in challenge and smirk sharp, “but your heart is mine now.”

This motherfucker.

“Oh yeah, that’s so clever, Blue, har har,” Keith laughs drily, hand curling into a fist as he leans further down, hovering over the brunet’s face, scowl back on place, “Now, give me back my ruby.”

“Funny how they call a ruby a ‘heart’, right?”

“Second try: give me back my ruby.”

“I didn’t see your name on it.”

“What are you? Twelve?”

“On the scale from one to ten, yes.”

Keith inhales deeply, hand twitching and aching to grab his blade but he controls himself. “One last chance: give me back my ruby or I will kill you.”

Blue purses his lips, as if thinking it over, before he clicks his mouth and sticks out is tongue in mock.

“Nah.”

He will kill him. That’s it, no more holding back, he’s 100% going to kill him –

“Red,” Shiro’s voice makes its way back to his com and Keith’s shoulders tense up at the sharp tone on his partner’s voice, “The mission is over, turn back and report back to the base.”

“But –” Keith complains, eyes falling back to Blue’s frame, scoffing in annoyance when he sees the brunet is laying almost lazily on the floor, not minding in the least that Keith is basically pinning him down.

“Now, Red.”

Keith grunts but nods nonetheless, mumbling a quick ‘understood’ before he pulls himself back and starts walking away from Blue.

“Yeah, okay, fun night, huh? See you next week, man! You know, if you actually get there in time!”

So, okay, Keith returned to the base with one knife missing, and he might had had his ear chew off by Kolivan because of it, but the surprised yelp and pained grunt of Blue as the knife hit him straight on the shoulder made it worth it.


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| Captive | King George III

*Princess Augusta, King George III’s mother, died three years before the start of the American Revolution, but events have been changed to match the oneshot.

*Also, this is the first time I realized King George and Washingdad have the same name as I was writing. I’m an idiot.


“You have a letter Mr. President.”

“What?” George’s tone was harsh, unforgiving. The man delivering said letter jumped in alarm and George sighed, calming himself down.

“I’m sorry,” His voice was tired, dark purple bags lining themselves underneath his eyelids. He brushed a hand up his face, sighing deeply. The man had been having the worst few months in his existence. His daughter, his precious girl, had disappeared right under his nose. There was a full watch sent out, a large sum of money being given to anyone who could bring you home.

Of course many people had tried to bring forth people who looked similar to you and get the reward, but George wasn’t an idiot. He knew his daughter down to the very quirk of your lips.

But it had just passed the benchmark of three months. Rumors had started to brew in the streets. What if you had simply run away? George had dismissed such claims  at the beginning but now he began to worry. Had he been hard on you? Was it the revolution? Did you truly feel suppressed enough to run away from him?

“Well?” He asked, becoming irritated again at the man who had hesitated to step forward.

“Ah…we haven’t opened it out of respect for your privacy but…” He bit his lip.

“Be curt young man!” George pursed his lips. The man winced.

“It is signed from King George III,” The man swallowed.

George felt his world stop.

What.

“And? Bring it forward,” He reigned in his absolute shock in mind of his company. The man placed the letter on his desk before saluting and exiting the room on rushed legs.

“Poor lad,” George muttered, trailing the edges of the letter with his fingers. Such an innocent envelope, yet looking to hold the weight of the world.

He took in a deep breath to steel himself and opened it slowly, unfolding the paper.

Washy!

Hello old pal! It has come to my knowledge that you are growing funnier than ever, rounding up that little army of yours. I have no doubts in who will win this petty little war you’ve started, but I suppose it would be good to have a few cards to deal with on my side in case of any surprising and impossible forth-comings.  

I looked into every corner of your life, and I came to find something I never noticed before. It was too interesting for me to simply put aside, and so I’m afraid I had to take it. What was the little thing’s name? Ah yes! Y/N was it?

Don’t worry about her. I delayed this letter to give you ample time to lose your wits in search for her in a land where she no longer stands, and so by the time this arrives I am confident you would be quite hysterical. Delightful isn’t it?

So yes, I have her, she’s my hostage, blah blah blah. I’ll be keeping her I’m afraid until I have you successfully back under my colonial rule. She misses you terribly I think, won’t stop blabbing. Although she did become rather quiet of late….do you suppose I’ve broken her?

Anywho, I give my utmost preeminent regards!

Toodledoo!

Your loving ruler,

King George III

George stared. He let his eyes roam over the ink twice, five times, ten, till every word had been memorized, till he was sure he hadn’t let anything go by.

His hand holding the parchment shook, something burning in his nose and wetly behind his eyes. Intense worry and despair flooded his senses before it was replaced by a burning anger that made his vision go red.

His fingers tightened into a fist, crushing the letter with one action, now shaking for another reason entirely.

“General?” A commander knocked briefly before entering. “The ranks would like to know if- General?”

George’s eyes were covered by the shadow of his own face before he looked up, and the commander stiffened, feeling ice cold fear run through him at the bloodthirsty fire encompassing those usual warm brown orbs.

George smiled, and it was feral. “Gather the men.”


Your nail scratched down the wall.

The coarse, uncomfortable feeling no longer bothered you as it had the first time, and you gazed blankly at the tally mark finishing the five. The entire east corner of the room’s wall had been covered in similar tallies, one each day, leading up to where you now stood.

“Day 120,” You murmured, not bothering to push back a lock of hair than invaded your line of sight. One more day, and you would have been here four months.

Four months.

Four months without the American soil beneath your feet. Four months without so much as a glimpse at the blue sky. Four months without your father’s gummy smile.

At first you’d been thrown into a cell. After being drugged and carted over the sea for days, you awoke to captivity. You had been provided little food, no warmth, staying in the same dirty clothes for weeks. You had freaked out more or less, keeping yourself sane with delusions that someone would be coming to save you.

But nobody came.

And soon logic overtook your emotions. Why would they? No one knew where you were, so how could they possibly rescue you? And even if King George - you thought the name in disgust - sent word over to the west, it would be at least 4-6 weeks before a letter could even travel that far.

So you stopped your sniveling, put your chin high, and reminded yourself that you were the daughter of the goddamn general of America and you would not break.

The moment you’d stopped being overly sentimental, you were transferred to this room. It was utterly different than the dank, dark tomb of a cell you’d been objected to for weeks. It was prim, proper, had a king sized bed, fitted with a dresser and mirrors and curtains that looked to be more expensive than your life. Servants came in and dressed you in magnificent gowns, complete with makeup and the standard white wig on top your head. The minute they left you tore it off.

What almost made you shatter was the shower that you’d been able to take. You vowed to not give in to whatever game he was playing, but didn’t object to taking an hour long bath with the lavender soap in the cubicle.

They had hot water. Hot water. Was this a magical kingdom?

You digress.

Of course you knew what was happening. He must have wanted you to develop some kind on Stockholm Syndrome towards him, where you’d be lathered in positive attention after dark treatment and grow an attachment to him.

Yeah right.

You might be a woman, but you weren’t an idiot, no matter what majority of men may believe about your gender.

Y/N~”

There he was.

You had heard the calling so many times now that you could distinguish it from five miles away. The amount of loathing that came over you was enough for you to want to change your name just so that you wouldn’t have to hear it ever again in that doting tone.

The door creaked open, but you didn’t turn around.

“Y/N~!” The voice was more crisp, clear, endeared with a British accent you had been taught to despise. “I see you’re still marking the walls!”

You didn’t open your mouth.

“The silent treatment again?” You could practically hear the pout in his voice. “It’s gotten old now, dear. What must I do to get you to talk?”

The bed creaked and you knew he had fallen down languidly on the mattress, but you kept your vision aligned with the wall.

“Should I pry that pretty little mouth open?” He mused. You shivered at his words. Your father had had you at a  young age, barely nineteen. He had described you as a ‘miracle baby’, but all that meant was that he hadn’t expected to have you, and you knew it. You didn’t even know who your real mother was, but you had long since forgiven him for that. He was young and made a mistake. At least he didn’t abandon you.

Added to the fact that King George was almost ten years younger than your father, the king was actually not lengths away from your own age, which disturbed you on too many levels to comprehend.

“Or maybe cut those fingers off till you scream?” He continued, now talking to himself, unaware of the effect it had on you. Or was he? “Anything would be better than this annoying childish behaviour.”

Childish? Childish?

You had to restrain yourself to not pounce on him the instant.

“Though I guess I could just send word to old Washy that I killed you. That would surely send him to his grave with worry.”

You broke.

“Don’t you dare,” Your voice was heavy with anger as you whipped around. Widened chocolate eyes regarded you in surprise, a grin stretching across flawless skin.

“Ah so she speaks” He exclaimed giddily. You immediately wanted to calm up again, but it was of no use. You had already given him his victory.

“What are you here for today?” You asked, even though you knew. Its what he came for everyday. As a King you would think he had his schedule full, but he somehow made time every single day to come and pester you for the same thing.

“Oh you already know darling. So why don’t we make this easier on both of us?”

“I’m not becoming a spy for you,” You muttered, voice robotic. You had repeated the words so many times it was second nature. “I will not become a prostitute or anything of the matter. I definitely will not give you any information regarding the plans of my father for the war-”

“-and I will not succumb to any of your wishes,” He finished for you, rolling his eyes, and lolling his head back, shifting into a more comfortable position in which he could still see your face. “I know the drill princess. Then what good are you for?”

Your mouth shut. The playful tone had been sucked out of his atmosphere entirely at the last sentence, his eyes alight with something hypnotic, menacing, intimidation slamming over your head so quickly you froze up entirely. You were sure you were about to be sentenced to death then and there, but then he was back and the monster was gone, a smile lighting up his face, forming tiny dimples along his cheeks and crinkles around his eyes.

“I’m just messing with you!” He said, getting up from the sheets and patting your back roughly. You flinched at the touch, deciding to scrub extra hard in the tub today. “I do hope you change your mind tomorrow! My patience does have a limit.”

You were given a glimpse at the insanity that lay beneath the surface of the cheer and exuberance as his gaze flashed something predatory before he was literally prancing out of the room, humming a catchy tune underneath his breath.

You collapsed onto the wall as soon as he left, your mask gone as you put your face in your hands. A shaking sigh left your mouth as you shuddered, biting your lip to prevent the oncoming onslaught of moisture that flooded your eyes.

Dad, please come quick.


The door opened.

You glared at the recent tally mark of 130. “You’re here early today. What? Got bored with terrorizing innocent subjects?” You could be killed for your talk to such an important figure, but you knew he wouldn’t harm you, and frankly you didn’t care. You knew he needed you as a ransom.

There was no answer, and you turned around in confusion, just in time for him to wrap his arms around you.

Panic flared within you but only skyrocketed as he dragged you down to the mattress. You kicked at him frantically, assuming the worst. No no you weren’t ready, you weren’t for use, he couldn’t take this from you you wouldn’t let him-

Confusion sprouted next as he didn’t lay any perverted touches on you, simply keeping you tight in his hold and burying his head into your hair. The soft but ragged breathing told you he was awake, but you didn’t dare move if he was unstable. You’d witnessed his absolute insanity before, and you didn’t feel like being at the end of it.

But why was he doing this? Was this another tactic?

But then why was he shaking?

So you stayed still, highly attentive, until he relaxed against you and his breaths evened out. Against everything you were, you let him hold you, ignoring the waves of revulsion rolling on your skin. You absentmindedly eyed a pair of scissors on the dressing table. You could easily slip out of his hold and stab him before anyone knew, take the life of the man who had ruined yours.

The thought ran through your mind another time before you disregarded it. Not now. Not only did you think you wouldn’t have the ability to actually bring yourself to commit the act, but killing someone in their sleep was probably the most cowardly of cowardly acts.

Does cowardice really matter when you are a prisoner? A voice whispered temptingly from the dark abyss of your mind. You crushed it.

You were not that type of person.

It was only later when you had been left alone again without a word from the king, that you discovered what had happened. There were hushed talks among the servants, the nobles outside your door.

The king’s sick and weak mother had finally died of laryngeal cancer in her sleep.

You were unsure how to feel.

At one end you absolutely wanted to have no feelings of remorse or pity towards George. But on the other you were far more concerned of why exactly he had come to you for comfort.

Why you? Were you not a mere captive?  A hostage?

Then you looked back. Every day.  He had visited you every day. You couldn’t bear to admit it, but even you grew used to his visits, and came to expect them with some anticipation. (If only to imagine ripping those pretty eyes from his skull). He must have grown attached to you at some point as well.

Could he have possibly grown a….liking towards you?

The thought was ridiculous but the evidence proved otherwise. And if so…if so…

You grinned slowly at your reflection in the mirror.

Maybe you weren’t the hostage anymore.


He continued to come. Earlier and earlier every day. You didn’t change your attitude towards him too quickly, knowing that you had to concoct your plan slowly in order for there to be no suspicion whatsoever.

But you ever so slowly changed the game. You began to face him when he came in instead of away. You let your hand ‘accidentally’ brush against his side. You made an effort to look presentable when he came in.

You even ripped a small piece of your mask away to allow yourself to give him a real smile once.

And you could feel him beginning to turn into putty in your hand. Your father would be proud of you, you thought. For tricking the enemy so well.

(Or would he? Allowing yourself to manipulate another so easily?)

And one fateful night, when George was tired, and it had been a hard day on him, and your eyes had been shining so brilliantly in the light of the candle-

You did nothing when his lips came down on yours, merely tightened a fist behind your back and brought the other to gently touch his cheek.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You had turned the tables successfully. You had him under just as much control as he thought he still had you under.

It was funny really.

You began to think of ways to escape. It had taken you so long to get him to trust you, but maybe a few more months and he would let you go outside, and then from there you could begin putting out plans to get back home.

Home.

The word seemed so far away, and yet so close.

America, wait for me.


One evening you were sitting upright the headrest on the bed, George’s head on your shoulder, the room silent. It was the rare occasion his customary royalty wig wasn’t on, and his soft brown curls brushed against your cheek.

He looked much better in your opinion. Not that you cared.

“Y/N?”

“mm?”

His eyes stared into space, as if he was seeing something you weren’t.

“Why are you doing this?”

For a minute you felt dread tinge your tongue. He hadn’t figured you out had he? You forced yourself to calm down. “Doing what?”

“This,” He shifted his eyes so that they were boring into yours, and it was as if he was unraveling your very soul. “I thought you had accepted this to ask of something of me, or try and grasp your freedom, but you’ve done nothing of the sort. What do you hope to accomplish?”

He must have been really tired if he was spilling his guts to you. Hopefully he wouldn’t remember this conversation in the morning.

“Do I need to accomplish something?” Answer another question with a question, your dad’s voice lectured in your mind. Don’t ever let them see weakness.

“I would think so,” His voice was silk, rushing over your ears, causing you to relax your own guard much more than you wanted. “Unless you are idiotic enough to gain romantic inhibitions to your captor.”

“Well then I shall say the same to you,” You countered. “How does one gain such feelings toward their captive?”

“Touche,” He laughed before regaining his quiet. You grew worried. He had never been this sober before. Was there something seriously wrong?

“I am never letting you go,” He said suddenly. You blinked, but didn’t reply. His grip on your hand grew slightly tighter. “My sweet, submissive subject.”

You couldn’t help the adamant scowl that pulled your lips. Submissive??

“But you’re not,” He amended, watching the change in your face, eyebrows furrowing in uncertainty. “You have fire. And intelligence, almost. You are the strangest woman I have ever met.”

You stared back, struck speechless by his gaze. And for the first time, you found yourself leaning forward as well when he captured your lips with his, deepening the embrace till you grew hot with passion and thoughtless as you were pressed down into the mattress.


A knock on the door.

“George,” you said immediately. “Yo-”

An unfamiliar man stood there instead, a complacent smile on his face. You cleared your throat after staring in surprise.

“Ah, hello,” The man said, voice a deep richness, lines between his eyes that betrayed the amount of times he smiled.

There was a certain twinkle in those eyes as he walked towards you, his steps kept together and his back straight. He lifted a tape measure. “I am merely your new tailor, madame. Please let down your guard.”

You vaguely wondered what had happened to the other woman but nodded, loosening the tightness in your shoulders.

He was gentle as he lifted your arms and zipped around you, wrapping the measure around your waist and up your side. As he lifted your hair to stretch the surface of the material against you neck, he began to speak again.

“May I ask you your name, miss?”

“Y/N,” You said quietly.

“Lovely,” he complimented, and it wasn’t sleazy in any way, but completely genuine.

“Thank you,” A heat flushed up your neck and pooled in your cheeks at the gesture.

“Where did you get it?”

“My…father said it was the first thing he thought of when he gazed at my eyes,” You murmured, mood dampened extremely.

He hummed. “Interesting. I’m sure Washington wouldn’t like to hear you sound so downcast speaking of it though.”

You tensed. “What?” You tried to get away from the man but his hold on your shoulder increased so that you couldn’t - yet it was still somehow gentle.

“I mean what I said.” Then his voice dropped even lower, and he was whispering in your ear, even as he continued to look to an outsider as if he were taking your measurements. “Your father has sent for you. I will leave the door open when I leave, and you must follow my instructions.”

You nodded, befuddled, but feeling hope bubble up in your chest.

“Good. Now go left, and continue for about fifty feet before making a right then immediate right again. You will run into a baker, who is not one at all, and he will lead you out of the castle and to the harbour where a ship awaits to take you back to the mainland. Keep your head down, and your face hidden. Walk as if you have a destination, but do not stand out.”

You could only nod again, overwhelmed but committing every word to your memory.

“Oh and,” He straightened, hanging the measure around his neck once more. A wink was sent your way, a cheeky grin making it onto his handsome face. “Good luck.”

He went to walk out the door but you stopped him.

“W-Wait!” You said. He stopped and you stammered. “May I have your name?”

He contemplated for a second before smirking. “Mulligan. Hercules Mulligan. Now make haste Y/N Washington.”

With that he had swept out like he was never there, footsteps light and making no sound.

You stood there, watching the indeed open door, mind racing a mile a minute.

A tailor spying on the British government? Was this a trick? Was George seeing if you would run away given the chance? Or was this real? Were you really being rescued?

You turmoil-ed over the notion for several more seconds but every moment that grew on had you looking at the sliver of light shining in from the open door..

You made your choice.

And with that you slipped out the door.


“Ready, Madame?”

You jumped. “Huh? Ah yes…”

The baker-but-not-really, held out a hand, the sea-spray of the harbour assaulting your nose, and the wind whipping your hair. He had a foot aboard the plank of the ship, but you were still on the ground. You rose one foot but were confused when you paused. What were you waiting for? Wasn’t this freedom?

Brown eyes, and a childish grin, feet skipping out of the room.

No.

No.

You didn’t - you couldn’t -

Please no, you thought. I couldn’t possibly be…

The smell of his skin, incense and mint, the sensation of his mouth on yours.

You wanted to rip your hair out. NO. This wasn’t happening.

You blamed the salty air for your eyes tearing up as you accepted your helper’s hand and stepped up onto the ship.

You blamed the rocking of the boat and sea sickness for the lurching of your heart as England’s harbour grew further away.

You closed your eyes and thought of your father’s smile, drowning out everything else.

You were going home.


Where is she?!”

The adviser grimaced as another vase crashed to the floor.

“Sir-” Another crash, this time the desk against the wall, broken and tumbling to the ground. The sheets were torn, curtains ripped apart. “We can only assume she is back in the west. She was seen by a witness with a man in a baker’s attire, heading towards the harbour.”

King George grew unnaturally calm. “The harbour? Was she struggling? Putting up a fight?”

The adviser stepped back, a bead of sweat running down his forehead. “N-No sir. It is most probable she simply fled. She was a prisoner after all.”

“Fled…She fled…” King George mumbled, chuckling. The adviser swallowed, bowing slightly and excusing himself from the room in rightful fear of his life for delivering the news.

King George was a mess, hair in chaos, his crown on the floor, his whole body quivering in mad laughter.

An image of you smiling back home and expressing your freedom, taunted him. Betrayal and anger stirred deep in his chest but all he did was laugh.

His palm covered his face as he trembled, now bellowing full rolls of hysterics. “She fled!

The laughs simmered down to giggles as he braced himself against a wall, smiling through the spaces of his fingers.

“Y/N…oh Y/N…” A psychotic glint passed his eyes, white teeth splitting his lips in a grin. “You think you’ve escaped…”

You jumped into your father’s arms, feeling yourself encased in his strong hold as he kissed you all over, warm in his embrace. Yet you felt as if something was incomplete, apprehension still hanging over you as a tension you couldn’t shake.

This is just the beginning.”


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Party Like A Stark

Originally posted by sexy-stan

Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Part (6/6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: Your 19th birthday party was a memorable one and maybe the best one yet.  One of the best things that came out of the party was Peter.  There’s definitely something budding between the two of you, but will it last?

Warnings: Cursing, angst, some violence, mention of past abuse, and SMUT!!!

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AN: hey guys so this is the last chapter and it’s hella long! I stayed up till 3:40 AM to write this before I go on vacation tomorrow! I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter (also it’s quite long) bc I worked really hard and stayed up for this! Also I hope you enjoyed the mini fic! I know I definitely did!  and for what you all have been waiting for, PETER PARKER SMUT!!

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Little Sister - Ending 1

Bucky x Reader
WC
2643 (I’m sorry!)
Warnings Swear words, injuries, blood, puns (just in case!), smut
AN Based on this prompt: A buckyxreader where the reader is nats younger sister and is a complete goofball compared to her. She’s always joking around with everyone and lightening the mood even while on missions. Bucky adores her and one day when they’re on a mission she gets really quiet and won’t answer anyone and when Bucky finds her she’s injured. And then when they get back they admit their feelings and sweet smut ensues “
This fic has two endings this one (which is sweet smut) and a second one (with less sweet smut). Enjoy!
According to my Russian BFF malenkaya sestrenka is a cute way of saying little sister.


You sat at the kitchen island, waiting for the rest of the team to wake up. You couldn’t help but hum a tune as you went about making breakfast for everyone. You turned on the coffee machine and wiggled and danced, something about mornings just made you happy. It was one of the few times where the tower was silent and you could be alone.

“How you are always so damn chipper first thing in the bloody morning is beyond me, malenkaya sestrenka,” mumbled Natasha as she gracefully took her seat.

“Good morning to you, too,” you blew her a kiss.

“Ungh,” she grunted at you, “Coffee.”

You fixed and handed her coffee but before giving it to her, you said, “Bean-ough is bean-ough.”

She held up a perfectly manicured finger, “No. No puns. Too early.”

You finished making the bacon and eggs for everyone and soon enough, the table was filled with chatter and noise. Standing by the sink, sipping on your coffee, you leaned on the counter watching everyone. As usual, Sam and Bucky were arguing about something or other and you giggled to yourself.

Nat caught your eye and shook her head but you couldn’t help it. Handing them a plate of bacon, you quipped, “I’ve gotta ham it to you guys…”

Sam groaned at you but Bucky gave a little chuckle, “I gotta agree with Nat, too early for puns Y/N.”

You felt your face heat up, but you maintained an easy grin, “It’s never too early for puns.”

You began washing up when Wanda came to you offering to help. You held up your hands showing off your chipped nails, “No worries, I’ve got it.” You turned and started washing up.

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The Light

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,203 

Request: By Anon! “Bucky overhears your friend talking about how much better your ex was for you <3″

Warning: Angst, fluff 

A/N: Arg, man this wasn’t even supposed to be with such feels, but I just can’t control myself. Lol. I love you all sooo much, I feel like I haven’t said that in some time! Hope you enjoy anon, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! 


You loved your friends for many reasons: they were true copies of yourself, they always made you laugh, they would always tell you if your eyebrows were far from being on fleek and best of all, they always had your back.

There were, however, reasons that could sometimes make you hate your friends and that reason was when they decided they knew your boyfriend better than you did. Which they didn’t, not even a little bit.  

“Not this again, please just shut it or you know where the door is,” you said, pointing towards the hallway of your apartment. Nina and Sophia looked at you offended and held up their hands defensively.

“We’re just being good friends here!” they stated in unison, you sighed deeply.

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Claim (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Hey guys! So I’ve been on a Bucky itch for a few days and thanks to @emilyevanston​ doing a nifty little Cards Against Humanity writing challenge, I got to quell that itch. Thanks for that! Anywho, I hope you all enjoy it because I had fun writing it!

Summary: When Bucky Barnes sees a child (a la Clint Barton) lick a popsicle, the long journey of claiming objects with his saliva begins. Soon, you find that it might not be such a bad thing. (PROMPT: Licking your things to claim them as your own.)

Warnings: None (unless you count slobber). (Let me know if you need anything else tagged. I want you to be comfortable when you read my work.)

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Don’t Turn Around (Steve Rogers x reader)

Requests: 

1. Can I have a one shot/fic where the reader is 18 and an avenger. She instantly became close to Steve and he’s like a protective older brother, and they’re really close. One day they all go on a mission and she tells Steve that she has a bad feeling. Sometime during the mission she goes missing. Steve is a wreck & about 6 months later they find her. When they do she’s completely broken. Shattered. She doesn’t say anything to any of them on the ride back and there’s an occasional whimper.  When they fix the physical damage she goes back to her room, and she doesn’t really leave it. They all try talking to her but she just doesn’t say much back. One night Steve wakes up in the middle of the night and just hears of crying. So he goes in to comfort her like any big bro would. Once she’s settled she tells Steve every single detail of what she went through and he finds it’s worse than what he imagined.  (It’s already angsty, so I didn’t go into these details)

2. Omg, requests are open. I was wondering if you could write a Steve x reader where they are dating and she gets captured by hydra, so Steve looks for her, finds her and helps her recover

As he sat in the back of the quinjet, relinquishing his control and allowing Sam to fly, Steve sat with an eerie stillness, with the exception of the bounce in his leg to demonstrate the withering of his last moment of patience.  His muscles were rigid and his fists clenched, with closed eyes that allowed the torturous images to continue in an endless loop like a bad movie stuck on repeat. You had told him that something felt wrong before that last mission together.  You told him that you thought they should retreat back, but as usual, he didn’t listen.  He didn’t listen, and now it had been six months since he had last seen you. Because of his own damn insistence on thinking he knew best, you were missing and this was the first lead that they had caught the trail of in that whole time. 

“Steve, I swear, you’re shaking the whole jet. Stop it.”

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