so glad to hold this in my arms

7 times Victor Nikiforov was extremely gay for his fiance and it showed on his face

7. The “my boyfriend just made puppy eyes at me so I decided to give him my soul, my body, and the whole world” look.

6. The “this boy is so cute and perfect I want to squeeze his cute little body and kiss his face but since I can’t kiss his face I’m going to settle with squeezing his perfect body everytime I get while I scream internally” look.

5. The “ZOMFG DID HE JUST BLEW A KISS AT ME?? DID YOU SEE THAT??? OMG I THINK I JUST DIED A LITTLE” look.

4. The “I’m at the point of no return nobody save me i’ll die happily in the arms of this wonderful boy” look. 

3. This one needs a gif. The “somebody hold me right now this boy is too cute for this world too beautiful omg what’s happening what is this feeling inside of me ***It Must Be Love playing in the background***” look. 


2. The “I saw him already this morning we woke up in the same bed and everything but oh my god Yuuri there you are why did you took so long nevermind I’m so glad you are here I’m so happy to see you again run to my arms my beautiful fiance” look. 

1. The “literally dying from proud I am, how much I love this wonderful, perfect boy, how happy I am to see him triumph and how unbelievably lucky I am to be engaged to him” look. 

A Lesson in Love (Creative Writing)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,547

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, we’re nearing the end of this series. I’d say there’s 4-5 parts left. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - Forever grateful for your editing assistance.

Originally posted by thoranda

The sun is out as you walk to your Creative Writing class. It’s a sign that winter is really being left behind, only to be replaced by longer days, warmer weather and an abundance of thriving greenery.

As much of a fan that you are of the freezing season, you’re grateful to see it go. The temperamental radiator in your apartment made your nights especially cold and knowing that you don’t have to depend on that for warmth anymore is a big relief.

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Just a movie, babe (S.M. smut)

A/N: Okay i actually got myself aroused while writing oh my gawd! its smutty as fuck. ENJOY!


Shawn’s P.O.V.

I unlock the door and open it, and before I can even get a foot in the door I hear Y/n’s voice yelling.

“Shawn! oh thank god” not a second later i see her running towards the door…towards me terror on her face. I drop my jacket and keys so she can run into my arms. “WHAT! Whats the matter babe!?” I ask, panic in my voice. She wraps her arms around my neck and hold her tighter than i’ve ever held anything in my life. 

“I just watched that movie with that psycho hockey player!” she cried out….her face is still hidden my neck but I let go of her waist. My facial expression instantly changes from anxious to blank. 

“Friday the 13th” I correct her. 

“yeaaah. oh my god i’m so glad you’re home Shawnie i was so scared here alone” she whimpers. “get off of me” I chuckle, backing away from her and picking up the items I dropped a second ago. 

“what? nooo you’re suppose to protect me!” she gasped. “From…Netflix? its just a movie babe” I shake my head and make my way the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. “for a second there i thought you were a good boyfriend” she pouts while locking the door and walking into the kitchen after me. I look down at her and she rolls her eyes, taking the water bottle from my hands and drinking a sip. “For a second there i thought you were actually in danger. And would a bad boyfriend let you steal their water?” I smirk before taking the bottle back. I take a sip but almost spill some on myself when pokes me in the side.

“jerk! id like to see you sit through a scary movie without feeling the least bit paranoid” she challenged.

“Let’s watch one tonight then”

“Hell no! i’m already freake-”

“I’m here now so I wont let a hockey player or anyone else get my girl” I know she loves it when I call her that. I see her fighting back the smile it always causes. “okay fine but i swear to god if you try to scare me later on i’m going to strangle you” she squints her eyes to try and intimidate me but all it does is make it even harder for me to take her serious. She so short and doe eyed, its really hard for me to be scared of her. 

45 minutes later

“Shawn you’re supposed to be watching this” she giggled pushing my hand away from her thigh. “Id rather be doing this though” I smirk, moving my hand back to her leg and leaving a wet kiss on her collarbone. She sighs with a smile and crosses her arms. “i shouldn’t let you even sit on the same couch as me considering you told me to get off of you earlier” she teased

“haha y/n” I started “but remember what happened before that?”

“You were holding me?” she guessed, looking over at me.

“Yeah. I thought something was wrong and that-….I don’t know” I ran a hand through my hair, reliving that moment when my heart felt like it was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

What would you have done if there was a real killer in here?” she questioned. 

“I usually say violence isn’t the answer but I guess i’d have to kill him” I laugh. I see her eyes turn a bit darker and she took a deep breath. “….did that turn you on or something?” I joke. She doesn’t verbally answer but she guides my hand back to her thigh, and then further up to one of my favorite places on her body. I start rubbing her thought her pajama shorts and judging by how soft she feels right now, i’m one hundred percent positive she isn’t wearing panties. 

She bites her lip and whimpers while pressing my hand harder into her. With her other hand she pulls her shorts to the side and waits for me to do the rest. I rub for a few more seconds to make sure she’s absolutely dripping for me.

I finally have her where I want her and by now she’s almost at her peak. I take two of my fingers and wet them in my mouth before sliding them inside her. Her mouth is hanging open, a look of disbelief on her face. “sh- shawaann” she gasped. I shake my head “I know I know, that was really dirty” I chuckle, still pumping in and out of her.

 “mmm baby you..you’ve never done that…that was h-hot” she struggled through her moans. “fuck” I grunt before pulling away from her and undoing my belt and zipper quicker than I ever have before. Without me having to tell her, she swung a leg over me and pulled her shorts to the side once again. She pulls my hard-on out of my boxers and runs her thumb over the head of it. 

“aahh baby..fuck ride me” I groan

She sinks down on me, the material of her shorts are out of the way but still add some friction every time she comes back down. Her hands find my hair and I can feel my climax building with every stroke. My hands grip her ass and i help move her up and down. “nnh shawnie right there..” she whimpers. I guide her face to my neck and she begins nibbling at my jaw line. She picks up the pace for a second before pulling me out almost all the way. She’s teasing me

“ don’t you fucking stop y/n” I growl in her ear. She starts to grind again but this time, she starts to lose her rhythm. She’s close, so am I.

“i’m almost there baby oooh fuck…yes” she nods at me and i’m assuming she feels the same. Just when I feel her clench around me, I lose it. I throw my head back and squeeze her ass just enough to make her really feel it.

  I’m moaning out her name along with a list of profanities, she’s riding out her high and when I glance down I can see her biting on her finger. I could cum again just watching her. My breathing evens out and even though we’ve both finished, she’s still slowly grinding on me. She leans forward and kisses me with so much passion, it makes me smile. 

I just love her so much.

I grab her waist to stop her movements because my dick is way too sensitive right now. “another go?” she chirps. “give me like 20 minutes babe”

We laugh and she pulls herself off of me, shifting her attention to the tv to catch the last scene of that damn movie.

I crave you in the most innocent way a human being can crave another,
I crave for you to think of me as the one that you want to bother,
I crave to give you a kiss on the forehead,
For you to ask me to give you one the lips instead,

I crave to wish you good night,
That way in the morning you’ll be the first thing in my sight,
I crave to tell you that I adore you when you feel bad,
I crave to make you feel glad,

I crave to hold you in my arms,
I crave to protect you from all forms of harm,
I crave to see you look at me,
To feel like that moment lasted for an infinity,

I crave for you to smile at me,
So that I know that you’re happy,
I crave to watch the stars with you,
Until the sky turns into a light blue,

I crave you,
I don’t want to crave anyone new,
Please promise me that you feel this way too,
Because right now I can’t imagine my life without you

—  the way I crave you. | a.c
Heights

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Peter Parker x Shy/Scared Reader

Summary: Even though Peter’s been busy with saving the world, you’ve been feeling neglected and unwanted. He notices and decides to do something fun to cheer you up. 

Word Count: 2,453 (my longest one so far, holla)

Warnings: heights, panic attack, language, fluff, sad stuff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Alrrright guys, hopefully this turns out okay. I was thinking about making this into a series depending on how much you guys dig it. If you do, then I will post all about what I’m going to do for the series to see if you guys are interested. Sound good? As always, feedback is definitely appreciated. I never get any, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or right. Enjoy!


Ever since Peter told you he was the big ‘ol Spiderman, it felt like your guys’ weekly hangouts and movie nights were coming to an end. Of course you understand that he’s saving the world and stopping the bad guys, but it leaves you worried and afraid for his well being. He always seems distracted around you and it fills you with a darkness. Telling Peter would make you seem selfish, so you bury it, hoping it won’t poke its way through. 

Being the shy, reserved, person you are, you definitely had difficulty talking to Peter, especially since you’ve always had a never ending crush on him. After a while of trying to ask him if he could hang out, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the pain of going through to only be rejected once again. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Peter noticed you putting up your walls again. He didn’t want to lose you and decided he was definitely going to do something about it. Starting tonight

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Runaway : Jason Blossom Pt. 1

Part Two  Part Three  Part Four

request: Omg I just read your jughead imagine and it haves me thinking, can you do a one shot thing of Jason Blossom not really being dead and sneaks into the reader’s bedroom in the middle of the night or something too explain to her why he faked his death (you can make up the reason because I’m not that clever) but yeah it’s just really sad and full of fluff idk I’m weird.

requested by: anonymous

A/N: For the sake of this imagine, Polly was a one time thing for Jason and that’s why Polly was so upset, because she wanted more. Also, shoutout to @yourstrulysquid for finding this gif for me. You are a lifesaver!! This imagine went in a totally crazy direction, that could lead to a part two?!? maybe? also it’s more sad than fluffy, BUT if people do want a second part, best believe it will be fluffy as hell. love ya, xx aubree

warnings: running away, angst.

word count: 1,071

(gif not mine) gif credit: x

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Heat of the Moment

FIC REQ: can you write one where the reader and Reid go to a wedding and he sees the reader all dressed up for the first time?

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Spencer was having a strange night. JJ was getting married, yet he couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything. Everyone he loved was happy and having a great time, but he couldn’t seem to focus on anything except you. You were the new agent on the block, and you’d been with the team for about six months. You befriended him immediately, and the two of you had bonded over your love of books and Doctor Who. Spencer knew he was attracted to you, but this was just ridiculous.

He’d walked into the party, and as soon as he laid eyes on you he was gone. Seeing you in a dress like that, smiling with your hair down, was overwhelming. It was like he was seeing you for the first time. Your eyes gleamed in the candlelight, and your smile seemed magnetic. Reid couldn’t get enough. He sat at a table, absentmindedly draining his glass of wine when you walked over.

“Hey Spencer! I haven’t talked to you all night, what’s up?” You greeted him enthusiastically. He stared for a second before processing your words.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m having a great time. I can’t believe JJ got married,” He stuttered out. You giggled.

“Spence, how much have you had to drink?” You prodded his empty glass with your finger. Spencer looked down at his empty glass, then back up to you.

“To be totally honest, I’m not sure,” He smiled at you, grinning ear to ear. You stood up and grabbed his hand.

“Come dance with me.” You demanded. Spencer nodded a little too enthusiastically. You made your way to the dance floor, and stopped next to Garcia and Morgan. Morgan twirled Garcia around energetically and waved at you, a big grin occupying both of their faces. You turned to Spencer and slipped your hands around his neck just as a slow song came on. His hands fell to your waist, and his eyes remained on you. You met his gaze and blushed.

“You look amazing, (y/n).” He stated bluntly.

“You look pretty good yourself, Reid.” You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Spencer pulled you close, and you rested your head on his shoulder. You met Garcia’s eyes, and she gave you a thumbs up.

Twenty minutes of dancing later, it was time for JJ to throw her bouquet. The ladies of the BAU gathered, Beth and others not far behind. Everyone cheered as JJ stepped to the front.

“I just want to thank everyone for coming to my surprise wedding, and especially Rossi for donating his backyard for the night. You guys mean so much to me and I’m so glad you could all be here for the most important day of my life.” JJ spoke, and you felt your eyes water.

“Without further ado, ladies,” She winked at the group eagerly waiting. She turned, and gently tossed the bouquet over her head. It sailed over Prentiss and Garcia’s outstretched arms and landed in your hands. Spencer choked on his wine. The crowd cheered.

You made your way out of the crowd to Spencer, who was looking more dazed by the minute. His eyes widened at the sight of you holding a bridal bouquet.

“Hey,” You grinned at him. He stared, slackjawed.

“Spencer, are you o-”

“Marry me.” Reid looked at you, a completely serious look on his slightly red face. You stared blankly for a second, caught completely off-guard.

“Spencer, we’re not even dating,” You laughed.

“I don’t care. Let’s just skip that part.” He insisted, undeterred. You turned red.

“You’re drunk, Spencer,” You started.

“Just because I’m drunk, doesn’t mean I’m not completely serious.” You stood there, speechless. You took a step towards him.

“Let’s just start here.” You pressed your lips to his gently, standing on your toes. Spencer’s arms snaked around your waist as he deepened the kiss. You threaded a hand through his curls, the other still clutching JJ’s bridal bouquet. A few seconds later, you broke the kiss. Your chest heaved, and Spencer smiled at you with a look in his eyes you’d never seen before.

“I’ll think about it.” You winked at him, and dragged him back to the dance floor. You spent the rest of the night dancing your feet off with Reid, wondering where it would take you.

anonymous asked:

Has anybody requested multiple dialogue prompts for one story? Is that allowed? Like K, AH, and AU for Clexa :D

“Hurry up,” Lexa whispered, hunkered behind Clarke.

Clarke squatted in front of the door and worked at picking the lock. When it finally clicked, and she was able to swing open the door, she stood and looked at her girlfriend. “Why are you whispering?”

“We could get arrested for this,” Lexa said, and Clarke snorted.

“We aren’t breaking any laws, Lexa.”

“We just broke in.”

“To my house,” Clarke said. “Because I forgot my key.”

“It’s still breaking and entering, Clarke,” Lexa said, and Clarke tangled her fingers through Lexa’s, pulled her into the house.

“Baby, you’re high,” she said. She tugged her forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “It’s okay.”

Lexa blinked in the dark. Her eyes felt sticky, like if she closed them, her eyelids would glue shut and she would never be able to open them again. She’d never been high before, had never had any desire to try it, but for some reason, when Jasper offered up the joint at Octavia’s party that night, she’d taken it. It had shocked Clarke, shocked everyone, really, but Clarke had simply held her hand and told her that if she wanted to try it, it was up to her, and that she would be there to take care of her now matter what. Now, Lexa was regretting it. She felt floaty and strange, and everything seemed suspicious.

“What if we get caught?” 

“We won’t,” Clarke said. “Just relax.” She tugged Lexa’s hand. “Come on, let’s go to bed. You can sleep it off. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Clarke?”

Both girls jumped at the voice that suddenly broke through the dark.

“Oh god,” Lexa croaked. “We’re caught.” She scrunched her eyes closed. “I might never get another chance to say this, Clarke, so you should know I love you. I love you so much.”

Clarke laughed and wrapped an arm around Lexa’s back. “You tell me that every day,” she said and kissed Lexa’s cheek just as the light flicked on to reveal Abby standing in the living room in her pajamas. She looked half-asleep.

“Sorry, Mom,” Clarke said. “I forgot my key.”

“Oh,” Abby said. “Okay, well, I’m glad you made it home safe. Are you girls going up to bed now?”

“Yeah.”

Abby’s brow furrowed as she looked between the two of them, Clarke holding Lexa up and Lexa’s eyes blown so wide they were practically bulging. “Is Lexa okay?”

“I’m high,” Lexa said, and Clarke closed her eyes, tried to choke down her laugh. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Griffin. Please forgive me.”

Abby shook her head and sighed. She tamped down a smile and tilted her head toward the stairs. “Bed, you two.”

Clarke tugged Lexa along toward the stairs, and Lexa shuffled after her. “Can we brush our teeth first?” Lexa whispered as they went. “My mouth is fuzzy.”

anonymous asked:

I'd LOVE if you could write a drunk Simon confessing his feelings to Jace when he drives him home! Especially if it's super fluffy!

yeeeeeeee i love Drunk Shenanigans!!! 

“So this is what you do when I don’t go out with you?” Jace asks, huffing warm air over his fingers. It’s freezing, and he forgot his gloves, because he rushed over here to pick up one Simon Lewis from trying to get back to the apartment they share while drunk as hell. 

“Don’t get mad at me, I made good choices, did good things!” Simon says, pouting prettily as he tilts his head back and looks up at Jace. He’s slumped against Maia and Clary, who are quietly giggling to themselves. 

“He did - ‘good things’ is the cute blonde back in there!” Maia sniggers, and Jace feels his heart break a little more. He scowls, trying to get over the tiny pang in his chest. He’s long since accepted that Simon doesn’t feel the same way as he does, but it still fucking sucks because the guy he likes is the guy he lives with, and the guy who’s made it his mission to insert himself into every part of Jace’s life. 

“I didn’t do him.” Simon insists. “I was gonna, but he’s verrrrrrrrrrrry.”

“Very what?” Clary asks, leaning forward. Jace sighs and pushes her back as she begins to topple off the bench. 

“Very.” Simon agrees, and Jace raises an eyebrow. He’s about to press for more information, when Magnus appears. 

“Oh, finally.” He groans. “Take Simon home, I’ll deal with the girls.” 

“What did you guys drink?” Jace asks, exasperated as Maia nearly punches him in the face in her haste to cling to Clary. 

“We had a competition, and I severely underestimated their tolerance.” Magnus sighs, massaging his temples. “Come along, darlings.” Maia and Clary stumble off with Magnus, and Jace tugs Simon upright. 

“You good, man?” He asks quietly. Simon hums quietly and leans into Jace’s side. 

“Not gonna be sick or anything.” He confirms, and Jace laughs softly, slinging an arm around Simon’s shoulder and steering him to the car. 

“I’ve drunk enough with you to know what you’re like.” Jace muses. “And I am so glad you’re not the kind to throw up. I would not let you within ten feet of my car if you were.” 

“What kind of drunk am I?” Simon asks brightly, then promptly slips on the sidewalk and crumples, holding on to Jace’s arms for dear life. Jace sighs and hauls him back up, and suddenly Simon is very close, close enough to count each eyelash fluttering over warm brown eyes. 

“Clumsy.” Jace says hoarsely, transfixed by the hazy desire clouding Simon’s eyes, before he remembers that Simon is fucking drunk, and he sighs and steps away. “Come on, Lewis.” 

He manages to get Simon into the car with minimal fuss. Simon does try to convince Jace that North Dakota doesn’t exist, but it’s not even the biggest conspiracy theory Simon’s brought up, so Jace isn’t worried as he starts up the car and peers behind him, backing slowly out of the parking space. 

“Oh my god you’re driving.” Simon says suddenly. Jace snorts as he waits patiently for a gaggle of teens to cross the street. “Since when do you drive?” 

“Since a month ago, you went with me to get my license.” Jace mutters. “You’re such a dumbass when you’re drunk.” 

“Let me out, Jace is gonna kill me with his driving!” Simon moans, sinking low into his seat. 

“Rude.”

“I’m gonna dieeeeee.” Simon warbles, and then pauses. “Do you have any water? Or can we stop by the ocean to get a drink?” 

“Yeah, I don’t think the Atantic is what you need right now.” Jace says, reaching behind with one hand and grabbing the water he’d thrown in the back seat when he’d heard Simon was drunk. 

Lifesaver.” Simon says gratefully as he takes the bottle and twists the cap off, guzzling it down. He only gets one tiny dribble of water down his chin, and Jace glances over as the car idles at a red light on an empty street. 

“You’ve got a - “ He gestures, and Simon frowns. 

“A printer?” He asks, excited. Jace shakes his head, bemused. 

“Why the fuck would there be a printer?” He asks, glancing once to check that it’s still a red light before he reaches over and swipes his thumb over the drop of water, Simon’s stubble rough under his skin. “There.” 

The light changes to green and he drops his hand back to the wheel, focusing on driving - Simon’s partially right, Jace isn’t the best driver - and there’s silence in the car until he looks back to Simon, worried about the lack of unstoppable rambling. 

Simon is looking at him with a strange, unreadable look on his face, his eyes dark and stormy. Jace frowns and opens his mouth, about to ask what’s wrong, when Simon blurts out, “Do you know Jace Wayland?” 

“Oh my God.” Jace says, shaking his head. “Not this again.” Simon has a habit of conflating Jace and Captain America while he’s drunk, which is cute, but so not helpful. 

“If you see him,” Simon continues, his voice turning a little sad, “can you tell him to kiss me?” 

“What?” Jace asks, not at all proud of the way his voice goes an octave higher. 

“I mean, you’re Captain America. He has to listen to you, right?” Simon asks as Jace tries desperately to focus on pulling into their building’s garage. 

“Buddy,” Jace gets out in a strangled voice, “I think Jace Wayland doesn’t need me to tell him to kiss you.” 

“Did he say something? Does he not want to?” Simon asks, insistently patting Jace’s arm. 

“No.” Jace says shortly, killing the engine and opening the door. 

“Then you should command him. Jace would listen to you, you have muscles!” 

“Oh my God.” Jace groans as he gets Simon out of the car. He staggers a little as Simon leans in with all his weight. “Why is drunk you so horny?” 

“I’m not horny, I love him!” Simon declares. Jace promptly drops Simon. “Ow.” Simon complains from the floor. 

“Lewis. Always complicating things.” Jace says, his heart beating faster and a smile creeping onto his face despite himself. 

“I’m serious, he’s adorable and he cares so much and he’s so good to the world.” Simon says as Jace hauls him off the ground. “Please get him to kiss me.” Jace’s heart clenches and he smiles giddily at Simon. 

“Wake up sober, and I will.” He promises, and Simon nods sleepily, nuzzling into Jace’s neck. 

(The next morning, Jace waits as long as it takes for Simon to stumble into the kitchen and blearily make himself a cup of coffee before he backs the other man into the counter, gets a hand in his shirt, and kisses him as thoroughly as he can. Simon whimpers, his hands flailing for a bit and hitting Jace’s head before settling around Jace’s back, and then he gets with the program, pressing back and sliding his tongue across Jace’s. 

“Got a message from Captain America.” Jace murmurs when they break apart to breathe, his voice low and amused as he watches the bright red flush overtake Simon’s cheeks. 

“Oh God.” Simon groans. “Of all the idiotic things I’ve done - “

“I love you too.” 

“ - that was probably not the worst.” Simon concludes, his smile turning blindingly bright. Jace laughs warmly at that and reels Simon in for another kiss, unable to help himself. The guy he’s in love with is nerdy as fuck, but it’s the sweetest thing in the world, and Jace will send the creator of Captain America a fruit basket if it makes Simon happy.)

After the Battle of Hogwarts

Harry Potter

Originally posted by theeskyisthelimit

I sat on the cot taking in the scene that laid out in front of me, Madam Pomfrey and many volunteers making their way to each person healing their wounds, I glanced around looking for my boyfriend but he was nowhere to be seen. I stared at the entrance to the great hall hoping he would walk in any moment, as soon as I saw his messy black hair I jumped up and ran to him, “Harry” I breathed as I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding his head close to me “I was so worried” I whispered into his ear. “I’m fine y/n, I’m so glad you’re okay” he reassured me rubbing my back. “I love you” I told him for the first time, “I love you too” he smiled pulling away staring into my eyes. 

Ron Weasley 

Originally posted by coupleromance

I walked out of the great entrance towards the bridge, I carefully stepped over the crumbled rocks, doing my best not to trip. Madam Pomfrey ordered me to stay off my feet, I had a mild concussion but I couldn’t sit around and wait for Ron to come and get himself looked at. Knowing him he was off with Harry and Hermione but he should be getting his injuries looked at, i spotted the fiery red hair across the bridge with his 2 famous friends “Ron!” I shouted catching his attention, I jogged towards him, I rested my head on his chest, “love, are you okay?” he asked stroking my hair, “you should be inside” I whispered “all of you” I said turning to face Harry and Hermione “y/n, what happened to your head?” he asked grazing his thumb over the band-aid on my forehead “mild concussion” I mumbled, smiling weakly. He shook his head at me “alright, let’s go” he smiled taking my hand as we walked back to the school.

George Weasley 

Originally posted by evanpetersisbaeeee

I sat next to my crying boyfriend as he stared at his other half, tears falling down his face, I knew there was nothing I could say to make him feel better, Fred and George were inseparable, it was unimaginable to have one without the other. But now here we sat, one half of a whole, laying peacefully on the floor, the other half hovering over closely trying to imagine how terrible life could be now that his best friend is gone. I leaned my head on his shoulder, my arm wrapped around him, rubbing his arm “this is a nightmare” he sobbed trying to convince himself this wasn’t real, a tear fell from my eye I was watched the love of my life sit here heartbroken “I’m so sorry George” I whispered. He shook his head, drying his eyes “I shouldn’t have left him, this is all my fault” he cried “George, this isn’t your fault, if you were with him you would have died too” I said, shuttering at the thought. “It would’ve been better that way” he whispered,  my heart felt like it was stuck in my throat, hating myself because he thought that way “George, I love you, I can’t live without you, it’ll be okay” I sniffled, pressing my lips to his shoulder. “I love you too, I just miss him so much” he said dropping his head, the tears starting again, we sat there mourning over Fred and Percy wrapped in each other’s arms, both silently praying it was all a nightmare.

Fred Weasley

Originally posted by lana9sgod

I ran into the Great hall searching every where for the Weasley family until I spotted the group of red heads, I saw the group of them in tears, hovering over something. My heart stopped praying it wasn’t who I thought it was, I spotted George on the ground in tears, I slowly glanced over to see who it was, “Fred” I screamed dropping to the floor, holding my chest, the tears blinded my vision, I took deep breaths but it was like I couldn’t get enough air. It was like an elephant stomped on my chest, I wiped my eyes as I saw Ron standing next to me helping me up, I slowly walked over to his lifeless body, I threw myself onto him hoping I could hug him back to life “Fred, love, please, please wake up” I cried stroking his face. “Y/n, he’s gone” Molly whispered, hugging her husband “no, no he can’t be, Fred please, this is just a joke you’re just pulling a prank, it’s not funny anymore please baby wake up” I cried pushing his hair out of his face. I lay on his chest hugging him until finally I was pulled away by Ron while Arthur pulled George away, I latched onto George crying into him “he loved you so much y/n” George whispered “I didn’t get to tell him I loved him, one last time” I sobbed “he knew” he assured me “I’m so sorry George, he loved you more than anything, overtime we hung out he always had to tell me a story about you and him” I told him. We stood there comforting each other watching as Fred was carried away.

Draco Malfoy

Originally posted by relationshipaims

As I sat in the broken courtyard the scene of Draco walking over to his parents, to the death eaters, to Voldemort replayed in my head. I begged him not to leave, he didn’t have to go to their side, he could’ve stayed, but he was scared, scared of what Voldemort would do to the ones he loved. I don’t know where he went or if it’s safe to write him, if his dad will get mad. “I don’t want to talk Harry” I shouted as I heard footsteps behind me “well Potter may not be of any help but I might be” the familiar voice said. I spun around seeing Draco, his hair fallen into his eyes, dirt all over his black suit and pale face “Draco” I breathed walking towards him, he pulled me into his arms holding me tightly “I thought i would never see you again” I cried, burying my head in his neck “you thought I would ever leave you? and without even saying good bye?” he asked heartbroken. “I thought your father-” I started, “my father is gone, mother kicked him out, then sent me to come find you” he whispered kissing my head “I love you y/n, so so much” he mumbled into my hair “I love you too” I whispered not ever wanting to let go.

au where isak is moving out and even’s the guy who helps with that/taking his stuff to his new place and while theyre outside packing into the car, isak hears a familiar voice greet him and he freezes and turns around and its julian, his ex, holding another boy’s hand and isak screams inside but puts on a smile “hey julian. what are you doing here?” and julian looks at his boyfriend, “we’re on a house hunt. moving in together” and isak clenches his jaw bc fuck that, THEY were supposed to do that months ago before they broke up. then he looks back at isak “and you? moving out?” and isak panics and doesnt think twice about what he’s saying, “yeah actually im moving out to move in with my boyfriend” and he wishes he could take it back or just run but he stands still and julians like “boyfriend?” and isak wants to wipe that smirk off his face, “where is he then?” and then isak hears the car door close and then even is walking towards them with a smile, work finished, and isak just. “here.” and even stands next to isak and is looking between him and julian, “hm?” and isaks like “this is even, my boyfriend. im moving in with him” 

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snake-chan  asked:

Hi! Since the askbox is open may i request the boys (akechi and mishima too if possible) who dates a motherly s/o? They would sometimes nag on them to take care of themselves but not too much, make lunch for them when they could and would definitely come over their house if they are stressed just to let them sleep on their lap as they sing a lullaby? (Wow this is so long omg bUT I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK YO)

JSDHFDJKHKJ This ask is almost as cute as you are!!! I’m so glad you love my stuff and I hope you love this too!! Thank you for the request!


Akira:

  • Akira would much rather take care of S/O, but he certainly doesn’t complain whenever they fuss over him.
  • In fact, he thinks it’s amazing.
  • He’s exhausted most of the time from his various activities, so it’s very therapeutic when S/O takes care of him.
  • S/O can take one look at his face and sense when he needs to have his hair/back stroked while they hum a lovely ballad.
  • Sometimes he’ll doze off in their arms, and S/O will continue to hold him while whispering sweet nothings and kissing him gently.
  • S/O always fixes his hair, and he messes it up on purpose just to see them puff their cheeks and smooth it back down.
  • When they lift their arms to smooth it, he’ll suddenly catch them in a kiss, and they’ll get flustered. 
  • But not enough to forget that his hair’s a mess.
  • Akira thinks it’s so generous of S/O to make him lunch, so he’ll cook dinner for them to compromise.
  • S/O will clean his glasses for him if they’re smudged or if rainwater is streaked on them. He doesn’t mind; he just smiles and kisses them when they return his glasses.


Ryuji:

  • Ryuji feigns embarrassment, but he adores the attention he gets from S/O.
  • If Ryuji was busy all day fighting at Mementos or a Palace, S/O will massage him, being sure to include his sensitive knee.
  • He is a blushing mess the entire time, but he appreciates their care and it feels amazing, so he’s definitely not going to complain.
  • S/O is constantly straightening his posture; it drives them insane.
  • “H-hey, what’re you doing?!”
  • “You’re going to throw your back out and you look like a wilted flower! Stand up like a proper person!”
  • The jesting couple causes everyone around them to snicker because they’re just so endearing.
  • S/O always has to study with him because Ryuji won’t do it otherwise.
  • Even then, he’ll just wrap his arms around their waist and drag them closer so he can snuggle with them. 
  • He’ll stop paying attention and start kissing them, and S/O has to poke Ryuji with their pencil eraser and nag him until he snaps out of it.
  • S/O will occasionally cook for him, since his diet consists of chips and ramen.
  • Ryuji kisses them and hugs their waist while they cook.
  • “You could help me, you know.”
  • “Sorry babe, my arms are kinda full.”
  • S/O won’t hesitate to lightly smack him, and the two just end up in a fit of giggles.


Yusuke:

  • S/O will most definitely make him bento boxes; they even decorate them so that they’re visually appealing.
  • Yusuke thinks it’s a form of art, and he is so grateful to S/O.
  • “A-amazing! To think you can arrange such simple foods into such an intricate display… I cannot deign to consume such a raw, stimulating work of art.”
  • They have to convince him that food is meant to be fully enjoyed not only through sight, but through taste as well.
  • S/O will remind him to take breaks whenever he’s working on a painting.
  • They’ll knead his back, neck and hands since he’s continually straining them. 
  • Yusuke loves it, especially when S/O plants soft kisses on his fingertips and hands. He has to use a tremendous amount of restraint to avoid carrying them off to the bedroom, since his hands are very sensitive.
  • S/O will tidy up around his dorm while he’s busy painting, and then they’ll sit behind Yusuke and embrace him. The two will even hum together.
  • If Yusuke spent the day dungeon-crawling, S/O will encourage and help him to stretch. They make some warm coffee or tea afterward.
  • Yusuke occasionally expresses his guilt to S/O; they do so much for him, thus he feels incredibly insufficient and negligent.
  • S/O explains that they enjoy demonstrating how special he is to them, but Yusuke insists on making it a point to repay the favor.
  • He just cherishes S/O so dearly, and he desires nothing more than to make them just as blissful as they make him.


Akechi:

  • Attention is as vital to Akechi as the air he breathes, so whenever S/O tends to him, he wonders what he did right to deserve them.
  • S/O always makes him coffee while he’s busy working at his desk, and they’ll embrace him from behind and hum softly to him.
  • “You’re distracting me, you know,” he’ll say teasingly.
  • “Sorry, I’ll leave you be.” His hands desperately fly up to prevent S/O from unraveling their arms.
  • “N-no, stay! I never said it was a bad distraction.”
  • Even when Akechi cheerfully greets S/O after a long day at work, they can see the exhaustion in his eyes; thus, they’ll guide him to the couch/bed, gently lay him down in their lap, and run their fingers through his velvety hair.
  • If they massage his scalp and neck, he’ll become putty in their hands and sigh happily.
  • They cook meals for each other quite often, and they’ll cling to each other like saran wrap throughout the ordeal.
  • He adores it when S/O ties his tie and pulls him down for a kiss before he departs for work, but he’s extremely reluctant to leave when they do that.
  • S/O occasionally fixes his hair too, and he’ll happily thank them and plant a kiss on their forehead.
  • Akechi enjoys repaying S/O’s kindness, so he’ll do favors for them even though they insist that they’re fine.
  • S/O scatters notes throughout the apartment reminding him to eat, shower, or even just stretch for a moment.
  • Sometimes Akechi will just collapse in their arms when he’s overwhelmingly stressed out, so they’ll just rock him and remind him that he’s doing great. They’ll tell him how proud they are of his accomplishments and list the reasons that they love him.


Mishima:

  • Mishima wants to be seen as a put-together, capable guy.
  • But he is embarrassingly weak to S/O’s caring nature.
  • If he pulls all-nighters from running the Phan-site, S/O will nag him to turn off his phone so they can cuddle. 
  • That usually does the trick.
  • S/O will hold him and caress his arms/chest, humming a soothing melody.
  • Since he spends all day in front of some form of electronic, S/O purchased eye-drops for him and they’ll sporadically text him reminders to use them.
  • They even purchased matching filtered water bottles so that the couple can stay hydrated and be able to safely drink city water.
  • He’ll never admit it, but Mishima loves it when S/O nags or scolds him.
  • “Yuuki, I told you what would happen if you didn’t go to sleep, didn’t I?” they’ll ask in a mildly threatening tone of voice with furrowed brows.
  • His face is the color of a tomato and his mind is reeling from all of the conflicting thoughts racing about.
  • “Y-Yuuki, are you okay?”
  • If S/O attempts to fix his clothes/hair in public, he’ll furiously blush and tell them to cut it out; in actuality, he doesn’t want them to stop, and S/O knows this, so they act very smug when he gets flustered.
  • Mishima wants to prove himself worthy to S/O, thus he’ll do as much as he can for them. They don’t want him to burn himself out, but he’s stubborn, so S/O allows him to ‘step up’ and then they’ll shower him with praise.
  • If they pat his head, he’ll die a happy man.
3 Billion Dollars [Part 17] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by marikaa977

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: FLUFFY STUFF MAN FLUFFY STUFF

Warnings: swearing and suggestive thoughts

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A/N: Sorry, this is extremely late.So part 18 will be out Monday, cause I apparently work better at night. I hope you guys like today’s Sin Sunday! It was my third attempt at smut and the first one that I have ever posted! I have another one, unholier one, on the way. Inbox is always open, please tell me what you think! Enjoy the chapter!

~ Admin Brooklyn

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Ji Yong hadn’t left your side since then. He always held onto some part of you, and after what had happened, you didn’t care. You had stayed by his side, the grip on his hand tight as he led you down the comforting hallways you’ve grown to know. The now comforting walls of the hallway welcomed you back, and relief flooded your tense mind. You were home again.

“You’re gonna be sleeping in my room,” Ji Yong said. You looked up at him and nodded your head in understanding. He smiles down at you and pulls you closer to him. You lean into his chest, breathing in his scent. God, you missed it.

“I’m gonna stay with you too okay?” His hand cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your skin lightly. You nod your head, not finding your voice at the moment. He kissed your forehead, bringing you a sense of security. He pushed open his bedroom door, walking in with you. You sat down the bed, Ji Yong standing right in front of you. “I’ll be right back baby girl, I’m just gonna grab an extra towel and stuff. I’m pretty sure you’ll want to shower.”

You nodded your head and watched as he left the room. It took a minute, but you let everything that happened soak in. You were drugged, sexually harassed twice, starved, beat, and threatened. People touched you in places you didn’t want to be touched, and you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t stop him. You couldn’t stop them the first time they came in. You couldn’t protect yourself. All that training, for nothing.

Ji Yong opened the door, holding up a towel and a toothbrush. A small smile was on his face. “I got your tooth brush too-”

He stopped talking as he saw you crying. He rushed over to you, setting down the supplies on the side of the bed. He held your hand and cupped your cheek, trying to get you to look at him. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?”

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|Two Boys, Same Kiss| Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Reader ;3

Summary: It’s you and Peters’ sixth month anniversary but you get in robbed on the way to his apartment. Thank God Spider-Man is there to save you… and kiss you??

Warning: cute i think… probably, kissing, knife, confessions, lol bad writing :D

Words: 738

I NEED REQUESTS I’M DYING INSIDE- I CAN’T WAIT FOR THIS GODDAMN MOVIE

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I walked down the street late at night after going to the corner store to get some chips and drinks. Tonight was Peter and Is’ sixth month anniversary. We were gonna just watch a movie and cuddle.

“God- today has been the best day and I can’t wait to be in Peters’ arms.” I mumbled to myself, smiling. I put my change back into my wallet but while doing so heard a faint ‘shhe’ sound. I turned and say a knife being pointed at me. I screamed when my attacker advanced at me but then covered my mouth.

“Give me all you’ve got.” He yelled. My eyes widen and I looked at my wallet. Oh shit. I hardly breathed and did as he said. Tears stung my eyes as I took out the few dollars I had. Just as I looked back up at him a familiar man in a red and blue suit swung down and kicked him against the wall. Spider-Man. He webbed him against it so he couldn’t move. He lifted his mask over his nose and ran up to me, holding my arms.

“Are you all right?” He asked. I nodded and he pulled me in for a hug. “Oh- thank God.” My face probably looked really confused cause I had no clue why this man, who is friggin Spider-Man, was hugging me and saying that he’s glad I’m ok. He pulled away and did another unexpected thing. He kissed me. Oh my God. Spider-Man was kissing me. And I liked it. His lips tasted sweet, like cherry chapstick. He leaned back pulling his mask back down. He saw my face, which was probably as red as a tomato, and silently said 'shit’.

“W-What- wa-”

“I-I have to go- I-I’m s-sorry. Ha, I guess I thought you- were someone else… or.. somethin- Bye!” He stuttered and then webbed at a building beside us. He was so fast that my eyes couldn’t even follow him. I just kissed Spider-Man. But Peter… I feel so bad.

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I walked into Peter’s apartment and made a b-line for his room, waving at May on the way. I opened the door and saw Peter putting on a shirt on, but my mind was too clouded to be affected by his… nevermind. I was affected by him being shirtless. My face was beat red for the second time this night. He turned to me.

“H-Hey- babe.” He stuttered. He never stuttered around me. He knows. Maybe not but what if he does! He might have seen me and- “Babe?” I shook my head.

“Wha- Hi-” He smiled and then walked over to me, giving me a peck on the lips… Cherry chapstick? Strange. Oh god maybe I’m delusional and my mind is tricking me into remembering Spider-Mans lips.

“How was your night?” He asked while talking the bags out of my hands.

“I-It was… a night.” I said as I sat on his bed.

“Did-”

“I need to tell you something. And you can’t hate me- please.” I blurted out. He looked at me and blushed.

“I would neve-”

“I kissed someone else!” I bit my lip after said the last word. I still felt really guilty tho. I can’t just kiss some other guy and enjoy it. I had to fess up. Peter sighed. Oh no… is he mad? He walked over to his closet and grabbed something. What was he doing? I stood up and looked over his shoulder. “What are you doing, Peter?” I asked. He turned to me holding something red and blue. It looked like a onesie.

“You didn’t kiss another guy babe.” He said. I looked at the onesie again but… it wasn’t a onesie. It all set it. Spider-Man was…

“P-Peter you'r-” He moved his hand towards me and a web shot from his wrist. It attached to hip and he pulled me to him. He dropped his suit and wrapped his arms around me. I gasped. For a second I got angry. “Oh- I can’t belie-” He shut me up by kissing me. Now I could connect the two. Both Spider-Man and Peter both used cherry chapstick, and both of them had smooth yet somehow still chapped lips. I couldn’t be mad at him for keeping a secret like this so I kissed him back. After a bit he pulled away he looked at me.

“You’re not mad?” He asked. I shook my head and smiled.

“Why would I be? My boyfriend is Spider-Man.”

More Than That (Pt. 1)

[Summary]: Who knew your boyfriend knew Tony Stark in college. At a college alumni party, you meet the Avengers and they immediately take a liking to you, treating you like a “sister-like” figure. Except for one super soldier who likes you “more than that”. When your relationship starts to fall apart, you confide in Steve about it who’s willing to do anything to be more than friends with you.

[Pairing]: Steve x reader (mentions of the team)

Tagging: @bovaria @marvel-ash @just-call-me-mrs-captain @dividedwecantfall @buckysmetallicstump @mellifluous-melodramas @avengerofyourheart @buckyslion @metalarmproblems @marvelingatthewonder @beccaanne814-blog @mcuimxgine @capsbuchanan @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @that-sokovian-bastard @hellomissmabel @abovethesmokestacks @maybe-mikala @violentlyfarts @hymnofthevalkyries @after-avenging-hours @buckys-shield @buckysberrie @callamint @redgillan @whotheeffisbucky @candyrogers @blueeyedbucky @tragicalchemist @marvelous-fvcks @professionally-crazed @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @fanfic-shiz @i-dont-know-how-to-write @iwillbeinmynest @theassetseyeliner @lilasiannerd @aubzylynn @viollettes @tatortot2701 @marvelatthepeople @raegan-darling

A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! More Backstreet Boys comin’ your way, peeps! [x] This one literally screamed Steve’s name when I was listening to it, so here’s the result… A short series!

Originally posted by marvelgifs

You will never forget the first time you met the Avengers. It was a pretty surreal moment for you. And all because your boyfriend had went to college with the most well known member of the team.

A party invitation had been sent to the apartment the one day and you almost had to do a double-take, noticing the address it said where the invite came from. For a second you almost thought that it was a practical joke from one of Greg’s buddies.

“Hey, hun,” you said to him as you walked into the kitchen. “This isn’t another joke from Billy, is it?” And you tossed the envelope into his lap.

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Midsummer Queen - Thor x Reader

@audreythetealovingcat, There was indeed a few request for the batboys, but surprisingly enough, Thor was also up there…So here, I’m giving you some Thor dude, hope you guys’ll like it (mehmehmeh) : 

Summary : Reader is in an established relationship with Thor, and he decides to finally take her to Asgard. She’s not sure she likes the idea…

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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You almost threw up. 

You weren’t really expecting the travel from Earth to Asgard to be this…special. Your entire reality warped, extended, everything went so fast and was so bright and oh my god why so many different colors…and then all of a sudden, it stopped, leaving you wanting to vomit your guts everywhere. 

You didn’t though. Thank God (or Gods ?). You held a bit tighter Thor’s hand though, and wished really hard that the world would stop spinning. He misinterpreted your clinginess with excitement, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. Great, more support. You let your body slumped on his side, glad that sometimes, your boyfriend was so oblivious to things. If he knew you felt ill, he would have freaked out and you’d have been ridiculous in front of the little audience that was there…

A few people were waiting. You didn’t know most of them but you recognize Thor’s friends, Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun and…Sif. Damn, she was beautiful. Thor told you about her when you asked about previous girlfriends, apparently, they had a thing, but it never really worked out…She was staring at you coldly. Great. A new friend already…

-Welcome to my home, my love. This is Heimdall, the gate keeper. Good friend of mine. You already know those four, and that’s my mother, Frigga, and my father, Odin. Everyone, may I present to you Lady Y/N, my woman.

You couldn’t help but smile at how he called you. “My woman”. On Earth, most people would think it was a bit rude to call one’s girlfriend like that. But Asgard wasn’t Earth, and obviously, it was totally normal. But as soon as you realized you were actually in front of Thor’s parents, you started to get extremely nervous again. You knew it was a bad idea to come here…

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Reggie Mantle Hates Triangles

Anon prompt: “Would you be up for writing something in which the reader is best-friends with Reggie? But develops a crush on Juggie and Jughead is inclined to not like her because of who she’s friends with so she asks Reggie to be nicer to Jughead and Reggie is angry because it turns out her likes her?”

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I am so excited to write this because it’s my first non Jughead or Archie oneshot! I hope I do King Reggie justice!

Part Two Here

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My freezing toes pull me from sleep and I sit up in bed, I look over at Reggie who is dead to the world, wrapped up in my blankets while I slowly freeze to death.

Prepare for death, Mantle. I think to myself. Slowly lifting the bedsheets, I slide my feet under them and move my hands close to his face. I know Reggie sleeps in his boxers and a shirt -no matter the temperature- my icy toes touch his warm legs and my fingers rest on his cheeks.
His eyes shoot open and he flings himself out of bed, hitting the wood floor of my bedroom with a loud thud!

“Y/N! Stop doing that.” He hisses, standing up to rub his behind.

“Stop stealing my blankets when you sleep over.” I shrug, wrapping myself up in my sheets.

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Striptease

Summary: Sent on a mission with Bucky, you’re a stripper, and he’s your client. What will come of this?

Warnings: Language, mentions of nudity.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by gliceria

Undercover missions with Bucky usually go over without a hitch, but those missions don’t usually involve being a fake stripper, and Bucky being your newest ‘client’. It also doesn’t help that I want this man to fuck my brains out.

So, you could say I’m a little nervous.

“Alright, (Y/N) and Bucky, you get the gist of the mission right?” Bucky nods at his best friend, Steve.

“Yeah punk. Get in, find the sex slaves, free them, and capture the sex trade bosses.” Bucky leans back in his chair.

“And make sure (Y/N) doesn’t get captured or worse.” Steve almost has to remind him that I’m going with him.

“Yeah, I know. I won’t let anything happen to her.” I know I probably didn’t need to blush, I just can’t help it. He seems to notice it, and throws a wink at me.

I look down towards my hands in my lap, like they’re the most interesting things I’ve ever seen. I hear a soft smack, then a grunt and it peaks my curiosity enough to make me look up. Bucky is rubbing the back of his head, and Steve is giving him that ‘disappointed dad’ look. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips. They both look back up to me, a soft smile on both their lips.

Steve comes over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Be careful out there, (Y/N).” What did we ever do to deserve Steven Grant Rogers?

“I will, Steve don’t worry about me. Besides, I got Buckaroo over here to keep me safe, right Buck?” He rolls his eyes, he hates the new nickname I’ve given him.

“Not if you keep calling me that.” I laugh again, standing out of my chair.

“I’m going to go finish packing, I’ll meet you at the quinjet in 1 hour Bucky.” He just nods.

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In my bedroom, 30 minutes later, and still don’t have any idea what I should wear. Nat took me out lingerie shopping last week in preparation for this mission, and I still don’t know what the hell to wear. I don’t need all 30 suits, but I can’t pick just one, they’re all so cute. Pulled out of my train of thought to the sound of someone banging on my door, I walk up to it.

“Coming!” I yell, jogging up to the door. Opening it, I’m met with Bucky. Figures. He’s in black jeans, and a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone. He looks fantastic. Don’t be fooled though, he’s still packin’ under those clothes.

“Hour’s almost up, doll. Havin’ troubles?” He walks past me, into my room. I don’t mind though, after all, he’s about to see more intimate parts of me than really anyone ever has. Might as well get used to it.

“I guess you could say that, I don’t know which ones to pick.” He chuckles, and looks over the selection of lingerie I have laid out on the bed. He picks up a hot pink little number, and lets out a low whistle.

“Damn, lingerie sure has changed since I can remember them.” I laugh.

“I’m sure you saw a lot of lingerie , Mr. Barnes.” He turns to look at me, raising an eyebrow.

“Was that sarcasm, doll?” He walks up to me, almost predatory. I gulp, shaking my head.

“N-No, I was just kidding.” He laughs, his head rolling back.

“Oh, (Y/N) You’re so easy to scare.” He pats the back of my head, before grabbing several different sets of lingerie and throws them in my over night bag.

“W-Wait, I still don’t know which ones I wa-”

“You’ll look great in any of them, doll. Don’t worry.” Blushing, I follow him outside to the jet. Cap sends us off, and it’s just us once again.

“Aren’t you nervous, Buck?” I find myself pacing back and forth. He turns to look at me from the wheel.

“No.” I don’t know if that simple response was supposed to make me feel better, but it doesn’t.

“What if something happens, Bucky? I could be raped, beaten or killed, or all three.” He sets the jet on autopilot and walks over to me, cradling my face in his hands.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. As long as I’m alive, I will protect you.” My face heats up, but a smile comes to my face nonetheless. THAT answer makes me feel better.

“Now go change, put the pink one on, I liked that one the best.” I nod, turning my back to him, but feeling his eyes on me. I just peek at him over my shoulder.

“Sorry, I won’t look.” He goes back to the wheel, leaving me to change in peace.

No turning back now, but with Bucky by my side, I know everything will be alright.

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We’re a few hours into our mission, and I’ve already seen the poor slaves they keep hostage. Bucky is out in the audience, and we’ve discovered he’s quite popular with the ladies. I should have known he would be, have you seen him? He tries to keep focused on me, all while keeping the girls occupied, don’t want to seem too interested in me.

One of the hosts goes up to Bucky, and I find my breath hitching in my throat.

‘Have we been caught?’ Bucky whispers something to the host, and points at me. As I’m up on the stage, dancing in nothing but a tiny bra and a g-string, the host calls me down off the stage.

“Oy! Candy! Come down here baby, we have a guest who would like your services.” Cany is the name they gave me, and I can’t wait to be rid of it, I don’t like feeling like nothing but a piece of meat for hungry, desperately horny men. I’m an Avenger for God’s sake, I shouldn’t be stripping.

Swaying my hips off the stage, I walk towards Bucky, who has taken the temporary alias Christian McNealy.

“Candy, baby. This is Mr. McNealy. He has requested the full servise, you know the drill.” I nod, leaning on the wall and smiling at Bucky.

“I know what to do, boss. I’ll take real good care of him…” Walking over to Bucky, and straddling his waist. He smirks and puts his arms around my waist. Boss is still standing there, making sure his customer is happy, so we have to play this to full expectancy.

Bucky smiles, “You gonna take off this pretty little number, sweetheart?” He throws in a brooklyn accent with his acting, although I bet some of it really isn’t acting, as he IS technically from Brooklyn.

“Mmmm, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, baby.” Reaching behind my back and unsnapping the puny bra, I throw it over my head. My large breasts finally springing free. I am so humiliated, embarrassed and I feel like crying. I never wanted Bucky to see me like this, not like this. Especially with some pervert watching. I can’t let that show though, I would after all rather it be Buck than some other guy I don’t know. Buck pulls me towards him, my breasts pressing against his chest, I guess to shield me from this guy’s wandering eyes. He presses his mouth against mine, our first actual kiss together.

He runs his hands up my back, and kissing me deeper.

“Alright, kids. You two enjoy each other now. You have an hour and a half, Mr. McNealy.” Buck grunts in acknowledgement. After he leaves, and with the press of a button, any cameras that could be watching are disabled, he helps me off his waist, handing me my catsuit he kept tucked in his shirt somewhere. It can be hidden pretty well. Already clad in what I wear in under my catsuit, I throw it on, Bucky handing me a gun and a knife.

“You ready to finish this, doll?” I nod, and we proceed to put an end to this nasty man’s fantasy life.

-

Mission success, as we figured it would be.  The man was honestly so stupid he didn’t see it coming at all.

Steve clears us, and we make our way to our rooms…way too soon if you ask me. I feel like there’s an elephant in the room and I want to address it.

Bucky and I share a floor with Steve and Sam, so at least we’re going to the same place. Once we’re in the elevator, I turn to Bucky.

“Look, Buck I-” I’m cut off when Bucky slams the button that stops the elevator and he pushes me back against the wall, lifting me and kissing me hard on the mouth, my legs going around his waist.

“Fuck, (Y/N) I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…:” He speaks after he pulls away, licking his lips.

Staring into his eyes, I find myself smiling and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Oh God I’m so glad I’m not the only one who felt this..” He chuckles, holding me close to his warm body. He presses the button to start the elevator again. Setting me down, he looks into my eyes.

“You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He leans down to kiss me again, but before our lips touch the elevator door’s open and Sam, Nat, Tony and Clint are standing there, smirking.

“It’s about damn time!” Sam crosses his arms, smiling at us.

“So it took her getting naked for you for you to realize you needed to speak up, huh?” Natasha picks on Bucky and he rolls his eyes.

“Заткнись, Романофф”

(Shut up, Romanoff)

He pushes past everyone.

“Excuse us, we have a lot of time to make up for.”

Leaving to his bedroom, we hear a choir of ‘ew’ and ‘gross’

Okay, so maybe this mission wasn’t so bad after all.

TAGS:  @marvel-fanfiction, @cassandras-musings

Finn Bálor - Show You

Word count: 3,258

Fluff/Smut

Enjoy

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Originally posted by sensualkisses

Finn and I had been dating for a little over a year now. We met in a pub where I was getting pissed out of my mind, trying to forget seeing my boyfriend in bed with another girl making me look like a complete fool. He was so sweet that night trying to making me feel better. He decided to show off a bit tossing pieces of peanuts into the air and catching them in his mouth. He failed miserably with most of them landing on the bridge of his nose and one on his eye. I remember giggling and finding his big smile extremely attractive. It was one of my favorite features of him.

He brought me to his flat that night. The next morning when I woke up I was dazed out of my mind and couldn’t remember how I got into this strangers house. He brought me home that day. I notice later on that I had his number saved in my phone. Finn. His name was Finn.

Before I knew it we were making plans to meet up again. And again.. and again….. and again. I can’t help but smile at the memory of me accidentally butt dialing him. He later said it was because I had a fat arse.

The problem early on in our relationship was that I lived about forty minutes away from where he did, so when our relationship got more serious we decided to move in together. Due to this we began bickering frequently. Over petty things you might think.

Last week we got into an argument when I went to make coffee and saw him drink straight from the milk cart. I made a fuss saying that other people being me drank that milk too, to which he reciprocated with ‘we swap fluids all de time, whats yer point?’ It only added oxygen to a already blazing fire.

Other disagreements arose in our times in the flat, some worse than others. Like the time when he found it was a big deal that I spent the entire day out with my sister who was currently enrolled in UNI instead of staying home with him. Honestly he’s home all of the time while she’s always cramped up inside of a textbook. We spent two days without speaking over that.

Don’t get me wrong, our relationship is perfectly fine. It’s strong and he treats me better than I can be asked to be. We just have our moments like any other couple. Tonight was definitely one of them, I just couldn’t figure out what I’d done this time.

He left early this morning and we were on good terms. Now it was eleven eighteen and he’d stopped messaging me. I was beginning to get worried. Only wanting to know if he was okay. I lay on the sofa in the sitting room staring into the fireplace, phone in hand hoping to feel it vibrate. My eyes began feeling heavy after a while and I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

*** FINNS POV ***

I stumbled through the front door of my flat and escaped from the tight barrier of my boots. They made a loud thud sound upon contact with the wooden floor. I bent over towards the shoes and put my finger to my lips.

“Shhhh.” A hiccup escaped my intoxicated lips.

Ridding myself of the warm leather jacket I had on I made my way into the sitting room to find my girlfriend lying on the sofa sound asleep. Another hiccup. I tried holding my breath. Walking over to her I leaned beside her noticing her phone screen bright as day, hurting my eyes. They adjusted to the screen reading the small text:

Finn: I’ll be home soon, beautiful. ;) -9:24pm

Me: Do you want me to cook dinner? -9:43pm

Me: Finn?? -10:17pm

Me: Can you just tell me if you’re okay? -11:03pm

I felt like such an arse. My phone had died long ago but I should have still called. I went out with a few of my pals for a drink and it turned into a full on night out with the guys. Her eyelashes were spread apart and looked hard. Had she been crying? I let out a sigh and lifted her limp body from the sofa. Her phone fell to the carpet.

I carried her to our shared bedroom not bothering to turn on the light. Laying her on the bed I pulled the duvet over her chest and kissed her forehead. I honestly didn’t deserve her. Reaching over I grabbed a pillow from my side deciding it best to sleep on the sofa tonight.

***

I blinked a few times feeling the bed round me not remembering how I’d gotten here. The clock on the bedside table showed that it was still early in the night. My mouth had become unbearably dry and I sat up to go get some water.

My half asleep body walked through the flat and into the kitchen unaware of my surroundings. I poured myself a cup of water and drank a little before hearing someone snoring behind me. Turning round Finn stirred a bit in his sleep. Setting down the water my feet brought me over to the boy laying on the sofa. His arms were crossed over his chest. A photo of me he carries round in his wallet in his hand.

It’s funny almost. We were like a damn teenage couple. Doing little cheesy things that kids do in relationships. On the back of this particular picture I had written 'Yours’ meaning that I was his. I had one of him that had 'Mine’ on it.

A smile spread across my lips. I put a knee on either side of his waist and kissed the corner of his mouth. My hands wandering under his black t shirt feeling his defined torso. He hummed under my touch and I knew he had woken up.

“What are ye doing?” He chucked, eyes still closed.

I didn’t reply, instead continuing my exploration of his body. His beard tickled at my cheek as I moved to his neck licking a bold line up it before beginning to suck. I felt him squirm under me. His semi hard on pressing against me. I bit down on his skin lightly receiving a hiss from him.

“Baby.” He lifted to sit up on the sofa.

I tried for his shirt before he stopped me. His smile that I loved so much faded.

“I should have called.” He shook his head looking down in between us.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” I pushed his hair back.

“But ya were so worried.. I made ya cry, baby I’m so sorry.” I hushed him, indulging him in a cuddly hug.

Finns head rested on top of my own, arms wrapped tightly round my smaller body. We sat like that for a few more moments before I’d become uncomfortable and squirmed in his hold. Once released I continued with my previous exploration of my beautiful boyfriends body.

I kissed his lips before trailing a wet line down to his clothed chest. I pulled at the hem of the tee. To my annoyance Finn stopped me once again, placing my arms at my side.

“No, baby. Tonight I’m gunna show ye how much I care about ya.” He paused to kiss my neck.

I let out a moan as he began to suck at the sensitive skin. In an instant my shirt was on the floor and so was his. I ran my finger along his defined abs, stopping to poke at the beauty marks on his right ab. Finn chuckled a little.

My eyes found his dark lust filled ones. I placed my hand over his heart and left it there for a brief moment. It raced under my touch. We never said it yet. It was something we didn’t find that needed to be said, but I knew exactly how he felt about me. And I feel the same way.

Finns hand found mine and he placed a delicate kiss to my lips. The kiss grew sloppier and I could feel him straining against his pants.

“Bedroom.” I managed to breath.

He wasted no time in lifting me off the sofa and carrying me into the dark room, my legs wrapped round his body. He set me down on the bed and turned on the light to see better. I was getting impatient, needing him to touch me.

He ridded me of my shorts, leaving me in just a bra and knickers. Kissing up the base of my thigh I felt him hum.

“So soft.”

I felt a finger move against my clothed heat. I let out a hiss and grabbed his neck as he began sucking at the skin of my thigh, sure to leave a trail of pink and purple marks.

“Moan my name, darlin’.” He bit down.

“F-Finn… Please.”

I needed him.

“Please what, princess?” He was killing me.

“Touch me.” It was barely audible but I know he heard.

Finn came up to look at me, a smirk on his face. His hand moved back and forth on my pussy. He leaned over to my ear.

“Touch you where, darlin’?” He whispered seductively.

“I don’t fucking care, Finn just touch me, please.”

That was enough for him to move his head back between my legs, ripping off my knickers. He licked a straight line up my folds.

“Holy fuck, princess. This wet and I’ve hardly touched you.” He moaned.

I pulled his head down with my hand. He knew I was getting impatient. His lips attached to my soaking core. His tongue flicked up and down my clit. My back arched up off the mattress. He moaned against my dripping pussy causing a burst of pleasure to rip through me. My lips parted but I couldn’t find the words to speak.

I fisted at the bed sheets arching my back with the pleasure bursting through my core. I felt Finns finger rub up and down my folds before inserting one and pumping in and out at a steady pace. I wouldn’t last long if he kept this up.

“F-Finn…” I whimpered.

He came up for air, his finger still pumping in and out of me.

“Tha’s right. Say ma’ name, baby girl.”

Another finger fell inside me without warning. He began curling them in a come hither motion, watching me wriggle beneath him. Finn dipped his head back down. My eyes rolled back and I arched my back off the mattress only for Finn to use his free arm to hold me down.

“Oh, f-f..”

My hands couldn’t seem to find a steady place to hold onto. The pleasure was too intense. He increased the pace and soon I was sent over the edge. He hummed against me in satisfaction, using his long fingers to ride out my orgasm.

My breathing was unsteady as Finn came to hover above me holding two digits over my lips.

“Suck.” He whispered hotly.

I did as I was told, taking his fingers in my mouth sucking my juices off. Finn enjoyed watching me do so as he hummed. I licked my lips. He lifted me off the bed and came behind my torso unhooking my bra. He slid it from my arms and tossed it to the floor. I watched as he admired the view in front of him.

He took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked at the nub. I moaned in appreciation. He caressed my breast in his large hands, squeezing it gently.

“I need you.”

“Patience, baby.”

Finn left a trail of kisses up my neck, taking my earlobe between his teeth. I rolled my hips up desperate for contact. Finn held me down. I pulled at his hair trying to get his attention. He wasn’t budging. He kept kissing down my neck and torso leaving love bites.

“Cha’ need, baby?”

“You inside me.” I spoke barely above a whisper.

He heard me. The bed squeaked as he climbed from on top of me and over to the bedside table and pulled put a condom.

“Ye gunna help me?”

I blushed and climbed over to where he stood, unbuckling his jeans and pushing them down his shaved legs. His semi hard on was straining in his briefs. I licked my lips upon seeing the precome stain already forming. I bit my lip gazing up to see Finn staring contently down at me.

My index fingers hooked into the top of his briefs edging them down. His length slipped out hitting his stomach. I gasped. His size always shocked me. I took it in my hand and stroked it a few times before taking it in my mouth whole. Finn hissed at my brave actions. I pumped what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

“Just like tha’, baby girl.” Finn hissed.

He pushed himself further hitting the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut. My hands twisted round his length and I felt him begin to twitch inside my mouth. Before I could finish he pulled out and came onto my bare chest, his warm load dripping down my breast. Finn groaned throwing his head back in pleasure.

Finn scooped some of the white liquid onto his finger and held it up to my mouth. I complied sucking off the saltiness. Finns chest was rising and falling heavily as he reached to the floor for a shirt to clean the sticky wetness off my breast.

“C'mere.” Finn helped me off of the floor, “Was tha’ okay?” I nodded.

His lips made contact with mine. He didn’t ask for permission as his tongue mingled with mine. My fingers tangled with the strands at the back of his head, tugging them. He moaned at the sensation. Pulling apart he ripped open the condom with his teeth sliding it on and throwing the piece of tin in the bin.

Finn guided us back to the bed. He laid us on the pillows and positioned himself at my entrance. He stroked himself up and down my folds a few times.

“Ya ready, babe?” I shook my head.

Slowly he pushed himself in. I gasped trying to adjust to his size. Finn brought his forehead down to mine, looking me in the eyes. His hips rolled forward at a slow steady pace. My low moans filled the otherwise quiet bedroom.

“F-fuck baby yer so t-tight.” Finn moaned.

The bed squeaked with each thrust. Finn placed a hand on the headboard for balance and the other held onto my hip. I wrapped my legs round his waist desperate for more contact. He pulled out and then back in hitting my spot.

“F-Finn! Right there!” I gushed.

My eyes fluttered closed and I lifted my hips to meet his. Finn kissed the side of my eye and I opened them again. His lips made contact with my neck, sucking at the already bruised skin. I could feel the knot in my stomach forming and my walls started to clench round Finn. I started to squirm round in his tight embrace trying to hold on a little longer.

“I know, baby. Come for me.”

Only when I felt Finns movements becoming sloppier I let go, screaming out Finns name along with a few profanities. He rode out my orgasm before hitting his own, burying his face into my neck swearing and groaning.

***

I woke up lying atop of Finn, his arms wrapped round my middle half. We were still completely naked. It was nearly morning and I knew he would sleep in but I needed a shower, I felt so icky. I pushed the duvet away and wriggled out of Finns strong grasp. He seemed displeased with my disappearance but quickly went back to his light snoring.

I patted my way along to the loo and quietly shut the door behind me, careful not to wake Finn. I turned the shower on and immediately stepped in and let the water trickle down my sweaty body.

I hadn’t heard the door open I was so engulfed by the steamy water. I jumped when a pair of hands wrapped ever so slowly round my waist.

“Good mornin’, darlin’.” Finns raspy voice spoke.

I spun round to face him met by a groggy smile. God he was amazingly beautiful. My fingers traced down the beauty marks next to his right abs. I loved these simple marks on his body.

Finn lifted my chin placing a delicate kiss upon my lips, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip asking for entrance. I parted my lips, our tongues fighting for dominance. Finn broke the kiss, brushing my hair behind my back and admiring the love bites from our previous actions that night. He peppered light kisses over them, gently sucking. I tangled my fingers in his lengthy hair as he began to move lower until he bowed before me.

His finger brushed up my folds separating them. He attached his lips, flicking his tongue in figure eight motions against my clit. I felt like my legs were going to fall from under me.

“Fuck, Finn. I need you’re fingers.” I moaned.

I didn’t know if he could hear my please over the sound of the rushing water until moments later two digits pounded into me. Finn hummed against my throbbing core. I hissed as he brought the nub between his teeth before releasing it and stopping all motions completely. He licked his lips savouring the taste and came back up to his full height which wasn’t much taller than me.

“Jump.”

I did as I was told. My legs wrapped round Finns waist. Finn caught hold of my arse and pinned me up against the cool tile wall. He wasted no time in slamming into me.

“Shit, yes Finn. Just like that.” I cried out.

My nails dug into his back leaving a trail of red marks. I looked down to see where Finn and I were connected, him pounding into me fiercely. He never touched me like this before. It was always slow love making.

Finns thrusts became sloppier and I knew he was close. I smiled touching our foreheads together. I hadn’t even noticed my orgasm approaching I was so focused on his. My head fell forward and I screamed out in pleasure. He pulled out just before the warm white liquid spewed from his sensitive pink tip and ran down the drain. Our breathing was still shaky as we stood holding each other.

“I love you.” I barely heard Finns words over the shower head.

I stood in shock. We’d never said it before. I closed my eyes and lay my head on his chest. He said it. My lips make contact with his atoms apple, sucking the bulge in his neck.

“I love you.”