Summary: Bucky believes you deserve more, but all you need is right in front of you.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, angst, fluff, kissing, fluff, *mic drop* the end
Word Count: 2331
A/N: Kind of a song fic based on Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers and Coldplay. I didn’t include lyrics because I thought it flowed better without them, but this story follows the song. I would love to know what you think :)
He was to be living with heroes. The righteous, the worthy, the ones who had been given a second chance and redeemed themselves.
He was given a second chance and he failed. After he fell and woke up alive, Hydra broke him. He couldn’t escape. He complied. How did he deserve the third chance he was given now?
Summary: After seeing you getting closer to another member, Jungkook decides that he needs to teach you a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself.
Word Count: 2.3k
Thank you to anon for the request!
The dorm was filled with chatter after the boys had finished their evening practice; the room mingled with sweat and loud voices. You threw your head back in laughter as Jimin cracked another joke, raising a hand to grab his arm in an attempt to steady yourself. He leaned forward to butt his head against your shoulder as he tried to suppress his own giggles. Jimin placed a hand on your waist as he straightened himself up, the last of his chuckles fading out.
“You know, Y/N, no one else will joke around with me like this, we ought to hang out more often.” Jimin grinned, grabbing your hands and swaying them side to side as you nodded your head in agreement. You opened your mouth to respond when you suddenly felt a pair of eyes boring into you and looked across the room to see Jungkook sitting on his own on the couch. He glanced back down at his phone as he caught your gaze. He briefly flickered his eyes back up to glare between you and Jimin as his mouth screwed into a grimace while nibbling at the inside of his cheek. You frowned at his scowling expression, wondering what had caused his anger-filled state. You watched as he even brushed off Taehyung’s attempt to start a conversation, pushing himself further into the corner of the couch as his eyes narrowed towards you. Excusing yourself from Jimin, you began to make your way over to where your boyfriend was sitting. Jungkook’s glower remained unfazed as you approached him and his hands balled into fists, clenching so tight that you could see his veins begin to appear. Upon reaching him, he stood up, towering over you as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.
“Meet me in my room. Now.” He ordered; his warm breath washed over your neck, causing goosebumps to rise. You cocked an eyebrow and turned to innocently stare up at him through your lashes. Without another word, he stormed towards the stairs, leaving you in confusion at his sudden anger. It wasn’t often that you saw Jungkook like this, so what could he possibly be so upset over? Not wanting to keep him waiting, you headed upstairs and stopped outside of Jungkook’s closed bedroom door. You knocked gingerly. When there was no answer, you cautiously turned the knob and stepped into the room where Jungkook had his back to you, his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed heavily. You watched as he removed his jacket, leaving him in his sweat slicked t-shirt that hugged tightly against his brawny frame.
“Jungkook…” You pried carefully, afraid that you’d cause him to burst. He whipped around to face you; his jaw clenched as he advanced toward you until your back was pressed against the wall. You stared up at Jungkook exasperatedly as he lifted both of his hands to slam against the wall above you, cornering you against the surface. You felt a hot rush of blush rise in your cheeks as he towered above you. His tall form was intimidating as he stood over you, stepping closer to nearly crush himself against your small frame.
“Y/N, you’ve been getting far too friendly with Jimin lately.” He growled. You attempted to avert your gaze, but Jungkook immediately slid a hand under your chin, forcing you to look up into his darkened eyes.
“What are you talking about?” you spoke timidly, “He was making me laugh and-”
“You think I can’t see the way he gets close to you? Letting his hands graze your waist and holding your hands; it makes me furious to see someone else touch you.” He continued. You tensed as he brought one hand down to tightly grip your waist. “And the way that you’ve been allowing him to do so, even letting your own hands wander at times. No, this won’t do at all.”
“But-” You began but were cut off by Jungkook lowering himself close to you, until his face was mere centimeters from yours. His eyes, glistening with fire, bore into you as he breathed harshly through his nose.
“I think you need to be taught a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself, Y/N.” He whispered, sending a chill up your spine. Your entire face burned a bright red as he got closer, his lips barely hovering over your own. The scent of him, his sweat mixed with his warm breath, swirled around you, making you feel intoxicated as you breathed it in. You shivered beneath him as each breath sent a dizzying wave through you.
“W-what?” You choked, blinking at him through your lashes as he towered above you. Without another word, Jungkook stepped back, suddenly letting out a low, conniving laugh, and made his way over to the bed where he sat down before lifting a finger to beckon you over. His previously furious expression wavered as a devilish grin now played at his lips. You slowly walked over, utterly confused by his behavior as he grabbed a hold of your hand.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N, and naughty girls like you need to be punished.” He spoke in a deep voice as he lifted a hand to caress your thigh. Pressing his fingers roughly into your skin, his eyes roamed over you, scanning your entire body as he chewed on his bottom lip. Your breathing hitched as his cool fingers trailed further upward, disappearing underneath of your skirt and toying with the fabric of your panties.
“This ass,” he began, “is only for me. Is that understood?” Jungkook leaned forward to grip your jaw with his hand, bringing you closer to him. His other hand gripped your ass tightly, digging his fingers into the plush skin over the fabric of your panties. You gulped and nodded silently before he sloppily crushed his lips against yours, keeping a tight hold on your jaw as his tongue granted itself access and began to roam your mouth. Your lips smacked as he pulled back from you, his eyes darkened with lust as he stared up at you. Despite being unsure of Jungkook’s intentions, his intimidating actions were somehow managing to send a thrilling rush through you.
“Bend over,” Jungkook commanded, gesturing to his knees.
“I said bend over.” He said with a rising sternness in his tone when you failed to move. Jungkook placed a hand to your back, forcing you to lean over his knees. “Do you see how disobedient you’re being? You need to be disciplined.” He growled into your ear as his fingers disappeared underneath of your skirt once more. This time, they hooked around the waistband of your panties before he slowly tugged them downward until they pooled around your ankles.
“Jungkook, what are you doing?” You whined but were immediately quieted by his hand cupping over your mouth. Without warning, you heard a swish of air as his other hand lifted up and came back to crack down firmly on your ass. Jungkook rubbed your stinging flesh as you let out a cry muffled by his hand.
“I want you to count how many times I spank you. Outloud, is that understood?” He demanded as you trembled and nodded silently before he removed his hand. Despite being a bit frightened by his tone, you couldn’t help but feel a pool of fire developing in your abdomen and a slight heat between your legs. You couldn’t deny that you were finding his dominance thrilling when his hand cracked down another time, causing you to yelp once more.
“One!” You cried out, your voice echoed throughout the room as you immediately received another sharp slap which caused to you to screw your eyes shut.
“Not so loud, kitten. You don’t want the others to hear, do you?” He cooed, leaning down to nibble your earlobe as he soothed your burning skin. “Now try again, quieter.” He whispered before lifting his hand once more. Spank.
“Two,” you whimpered. Spank.
“Four,” you continued to count smack after smack as your skin blazed and reddened from Jungkook’s hand until the area began to feel numb. With each spank becoming more forceful, you felt the heat between your legs increase until your thighs were dripping with wetness. Jungkook’s sudden dominance sent a wave of pleasure through you with each grunt he emitted as he cracked down on your ass, smoothing it out with his rough hands after each one.
“Tell me who you belong to.” He demanded, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs.
“You.” you managed to splutter out in between gasps.
“That’s right,” he growled, “only me.” This time, he brought his hand down to spank you three more times, rapidly without pausing in between to allow the stinging sensation to settle in. Your skin felt like it was afire and you bucked your hips forward in an attempt to relieve the pressure. You tried to bite back a moan, failing miserably as you squirmed over Jungkook’s knees and let out a loud groan.
“Are you enjoying this? Do you like it when I spank you?” He purred as you swallowed hard and nodded, unable to speak as you quaked from the fiery mix of pain and pleasure. By now your legs were practically soaked and you bucked your hips upwards, pleading for Jungkook to stop.
“You’re such a naughty girl, getting pleasure out of punishment. Look at how wet this is making you.” He laughed darkly as his fingers trailed towards your slicked thighs. You also took notice that you weren’t the only one who was finding pleasure in the situation as you felt the growing bump in Jungkook’s jeans poke against your abdomen. You felt his finger dip between your thighs, ghosting over your slit as you swished your hips towards him, begging for his fingers to fill you up.
“Don’t be too eager now.” You received another harsh spank, causing you to mewl softly as he began to glide his fingers along your slit. “Naughty girls like you don’t always get what they want. If you want these fingers inside of you, you’ll have to beg for it.”
“P-please Jungkook,” you keened, “I want it so bad.” Finally, he gave in and you gasped as he dipped one finger inside of you, slowly stretching you out. Your walls clenched around him as he added another finger, falling to a rhythm as he pumped his digits in and out of you. The feeling sent you into bliss as you lifted your hips up towards him, begging for more as he quickened his pace. Your moans echoed throughout the room which was now felt heavy with the scent of your sex. Jungkook’s fingers swirled around inside of you, curving at just the right angle to make your eyes roll back and your entire body pulse with pleasure.
“Jungkook, I’m-” You began, unable to finish your sentence; your vision became starry as the sounds in the room faded into white noise. You clenched around Jungkook’s fingers as you burst into your orgasm, covering them with your heat as you squirmed about over his knees. You went limp as you came down from your high; Jungkook removed his fingers from you and placed both hands on your shoulders, hurriedly pushing you off of his lap.
“Fuck, baby, I need you right now.” He groaned as he immediately stood up and began to fumble with his belt. You rose to your knees as he shoved his jeans down to his ankles and released his erection from his boxer briefs. Jungkook languidly stroked his cock before you reached up to wrap your hand around it followed by your mouth closing around the tip.
“Yeah, just like that baby. Suck my cock just like that.” Your eyes fluttered up to look at Jungkook who had had his head thrown back as a throaty groan emitted from his slightly parted lips. Your tongue swirled around his member as you bobbed your swollen lips along his length. After a moment, Jungkook impatiently reached down to grab a fist full of your hair in each hand. He began snapping his hips forward; thrusting into your mouth as he fell into an impossibly fast rhythm.
“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come.” He breathed as he fucked your open mouth, your lips now darkened with saliva that dribbled down your chin. Jungkook pulled his cock out of your mouth before his hand flew downward, hastily pumping it through his fist. He kept one hand in your hair, tilting your head upward as he approached his climax. At once, his breathing hitched before he let out a prolonged groan that bounced off the walls of the room as he released onto your face. Jungkook breathed heavily, slowing his strokes as he finished himself off before bending down to cup your face with his hands.
“You know to suck me just right, baby.” He said, still catching his breath as he lifted you to stand up. You winced as you rose up; your bottom sent a scorching sensation through you with every movement. Jungkook noticed your struggling and leaned around you to admire his work on your ass, tenderly placing a hand on the still reddened flesh.
“Well, I expect that you’ve learned your lesson about being a naughty girl?” He asked smirking as he grasped your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. You nodded as he pressed his lips to yours, tasting himself on your still swollen lips. “And will you misbehave like this again?”
You shook your head vigorously, promising to obey him.
“Good girl,” he grinned, squeezing your ass once more and making you wince quietly, “otherwise, you know what’s in store for you should you decide that you need to be disciplined again.”
Request- Hi! Could u do a Bucky imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and she had a wet dream about Bucky and tells Wanda and Nat about it and the boys hear the conversation and Tony gets all protective and all? You can choose the final!!I love your blog btw♡ from @awesomebrokenangelworldus-blog
Bucky Barnes X Stark!Reader
Word Count: 1763
Warnings: There’s a wet dream! that’s pretty NSFW.
A/N: Hello! I’m sorry this took a while! I hope this is alright!! Please let me know :) xo
↠ Unraveling the reasons to Park Jimin’s assortment into Slytherin.
Park Jimin, for lack of a better
word, is magnetic. An eye catching grandeur. A brilliant meteor cutting through
the dead of the night. A glitter of gold and silver. It is no exaggeration when you say you would find
yourself singling him out of many other ground-swept robes, clicking heels,
wand wielders. It’s not the hair, no –not the locks of fireplace or
charcoal ashes, it isn’t also the distinct pitch weaving through buzzing
chatters nor is it the recurring dark smoke filling the air at the back row in charms.
Thinking of the reason alone sends a pang of melancholy through your veins as
your mind tries to block out the patches of defiled memories almost
instinctively. But the unavoidable fact of the matter is, Jimin was once your
Summary: You move into a new apartment after your boyfriend leaves to go abroad, making your relationship long distance. You’re tired, stressed and missing him - and your next door neighbor isn’t making life any easier. (Part 1/Part 2) Scenario: neighbor!AU, slightly angsty Word Count: 3,712
It’s quite a short part… I’m sorry! I just lost all inspiration for this one, I think. Harry’s hit with the vicious green-eyed monster in this part to the Break-Up Novella. But, he deserves to suffer, don’t you think? One step closer to them getting back together though, I can assure you.
I can’t promise you that part four will be any better but part 5 will be so jam-packed of a whole load of things and emotions.
Thank you SO much for the feedback on the last two parts to this little novella/story. I’m stunned that Part One is getting close to 500 notes That’s insane. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much for that. I really do. I think that is the most amount of notes I’ve ever received on a story; and for it to happen on one that I was a little weary on? It just makes me feel even better about it.
As always, feedback would be incredible! You guys know how much I appreciate that.
Tony wasn’t too sure how they managed to get on to the topic.
Actually- scratch that- yes he was. It was Clint. All bad things in the world happened because of Clint.
Anyway- Clint had been talking about his years in the circus, and how they’d taught him all sorts of weird ways to contort your body for the extra showmanship. “Made for some pretty awesome games of hide and seek, though,” he’d said, nodding serenely to himself as he’d sipped from his coffee.
“I bet I’d still find you in under an hour,” Natasha had challenged, raising a daring eyebrow up at him before turning back to the morning paper.
Clint scoffed, turning to Steve, who was stood cooking eggs on the stove. “Cap, you can vouch for me here, right? I am the master at hide and seek. No one beats me at hide and seek.”
And Steve had laughed- a lovely throaty thing that made Tony smile just from hearing it. “Uhhh, I don’t know? It depends on a lot of variables. If it were in a park, maybe- but here? Tony would beat you hands-down. He knows every nook and cranny of this tower, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
And then- here had come Tony’s fatal mistake of the day. Later, he’d pin it on lack of caffeine in his system and the early hour at which he was conscious- but really, he was just an idiot who’d forgotten how offended his teammates could (and did) get on his behalf.
“Actually, I’ve never played. Although I could still probably beat Barton.”
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@insanitysbloomings and I were talking about Alyadrien parenting and we accidentally created a pair of monsters…
“So…let me get this straight.”
Adrien couldn’t repress the vindictive smile that came
across his face as the principal blanched, seemingly bracing himself for the
torrent that was to follow. Six words meant that his wife was about to unleash
a deluge of words carefully chosen and designed to make whoever was unfortunate
enough to displease her wither like autumn leaves.
“This…boy has been running around the playground all week,
pulling on every pigtail, ponytail, and skirt hem he could get his nasty little
hands on,” Alya said, leaning back in her chair as she folded her hands in her
“W-We knew of Jean’s, uh, unconventional manner of play for
a while,” Principal Lefontaine said, dabbing his bald forehead as Alya’s
eyebrow arched over the rim of his glassed. “N-Nevertheless, we feel that
Artemis should have used her words to-”
“From what Temi has been saying these last couple of nights,
she already told her homeroom teacher that she warned Jean that the next time
he snapped her bra strap, she would break his nose,” Adrien said, folding his
arms across his chest. “My daughter is not a liar, Mr. Lefontaine.”
“Lying is not why she is currently being suspended,”
Principal Lefontaine said.
“No,” Alya said icily. “You’re suspending her because a vicious
little brat has been sexually harassing girls all year-”
“Th-that’s a bit far, don’t you think?” Principal Lefontaine stammered, glancing at
Adrien for support. “Mr. Agreste, this is clearly a case of boys just being
b-boys, wouldn’t you agree?”
“No,” Adrien said flatly as Alya snorted derisively. “I
would not. Artemis’ brother has never put his hands on a girl without their
“Yet he did kick Jean in the…ahem,” Principal Lefontaine coughed.
“Rather hard, if the poor boy’s cries were to be expected.”
“After he saw some oaf grab his sister in a way that made
her uncomfortable,” Adrien said with a small nod. “Sounds like the boy we
raised, doesn’t it?”
“But, somehow, our childrens’ safety and right to an
education isn’t as important as the “play” of the disrespectful little boys in
her grade,” Alya said, glaring daggers into the eyes of the man across the desk
before turning thoughtfully to her husband. “Do you think Paris should be
warned about the fact that their daughters’ safety isn’t Mr. Lefontaine’s chiefest
“N-Now, there really isn’t any need to get the press
involved,” Principal Lefontaine said, raising a hand.
“I am the press,”
Alya said with a toothy smile. “So, unless you want this story on the front
page of The Local—trust me, the
editor owes me a favor—I would kindly reconsider taking any kind of measures
against my children.”
“B-But Jean’s parents are going to be here any minute!”
Principal Lefontaine said, handkerchief now drenched with sweat. “What am I
supposed to tell them? Wh-What am I supposed to tell Jean?”
“That next time, he should listen when my daughter tells him
not to put his hands on her body,” Alya said, standing up to leave.
“Or, at the very least, duck,”
Adrien added, shooting a small wave over his shoulder. “I have every faith you’ll
come to the right decision.”
Outside of the claustrophobic office, three teens sat on
opposing benches. On one sat two hazel-eyed children, arms
crossed and ankles resting on their opposite knees. As their parents walked
out, they shot identical, shit-eating grins at the larger boy across from them currently
pressing one pack of ice against his nose and another into his groin.
“Artemis, Apollo,” Adrien said, nodding towards the door with a small smile. “C’mon, let’s go get dinner.”
“See ya Monday, Jeannie,” Artemis said with a small wave as
their parents passed through the door.
“Thith ithn’t over,” Jean mumbled through his ice pack. “Your
nightmare ith juth beginning, twerpth.”
“Is that what the doctor told your mother when she had
you?” Apollo snickered, dodging Jean’s foot as he skipped out the door after
“You think they deserve to be suspended?”
Adrien looked up from his tablet as Alya crawled into bed. “Do
“They did fracture that kid’s nose…though it sounds like he
was warned,” Alya sighed, rolling over and laying her head on her husband’s
shoulder. “And deserved it; god is that bad of me to say?”
“First time they’ve ever been called in like this,” Adrien said,
pressing a kiss into Alya’s hair. “And if they’re gonna get suspended for
fighting, at least it was for a good cause.”
“Yeah…I guess so,” Alya sighed happily. “…we raised some good kids, didn’t we?”
“Temi’s definitely your daughter though,” Adrien chuckled.
“Excuse me?” Alya said, rolling over to look up at Adrien as
she booped his nose. “That penalty kick Apollo did to that boy’s funbags was
pure Chat Noir, don’t you think?”
“He would have made a good superhero,” Adrien said. “Maybe
even better than us, you think?”
“Nah…we were pretty good in our day,” Alya said, leaning up
and kissing Adrien on his cheek. “You ever think about telling them?”
A/N: this is my first smut ever and i hate myself lol, i do want to start this blog up again since i’ve improved as a writer and also i want more friends!! so!!! yes !!! my request box is open!! LET THE FLOOD COME. come to meeee please.
Overview: Gryffindor reader is feeling nervous about graduating when Young!Sirius comes to console her.