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Clingy

Note: If this is too short, I apologize! FEEDBACK IS WELCOME! Thank you for the request, sweets! .c

Request: the boys tease bucky over him being a clingy and protective boyfriend pls :)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid



Ever since you became a couple, or even started liking each other, Bucky was always by your side. Everyone in the Avengers tower knew that if they needed to know where you or Bucky were, they’d always find you two together. If Bucky wasn’t jumping in front of a bullet for you, he was snuggling so close to you, you could feel his heart thudding against his chest. You loved being with Bucky as much as he loved being with you.

Bucky was searching all throughout the tower for you, his eyebrows creased and his eyes speedily scanning around every room he walked into. You weren’t in bed with him when he woke up and it was making him nervous. He needed to be around you at all times, or else he feels like you’re in some sort of danger. The guys on the team always tease him and say he’s clingy and overprotective. Bucky always shrugged them off and said he’s neither of those, but deep down, he knew it was probably true. But he didn’t care and neither did you.

You were sitting in the kitchen, eating your breakfast and laughing as Wanda taught Vision how to make pancakes from scratch. It wasn’t the most easiest thing to learn when you can’t even eat the food. You shook your head as you giggled, watching Vision send you a confused glance. And possibly a silent cry for help.

Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around your shoulders, the left one feeling cold. You smiled and leaned against Bucky’s chest, patting his forearms resting on you. “Morning, handsome.” You said softly with a smile. His face nuzzled in your neck and he inhaled your light scent of body wash. “You weren’t in bed.” He muttered sleepily, swaying against you.

You frowned slightly and nodded. “I know, I wanted you to sleep in a little.” You replied, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. He sighed and moved his arms to slither around your waist, pulling you even closer. Before he could reply, you heard chuckles coming from the kitchen table.

“Bucky, you’re so clingy.” Sam said with a head shake as he stuffed his mouth with food. You rolled your eyes at the way he was eating like an animal. “He is not.” You defended Bucky, hearing him whimper against you.

“He kind of is.” Clint added as he poured himself a third glass of milk. Tony snatched the jug from Clint’s hand just as he finished pouring it and angrily looked at him. “Wanna buy yourself a cow to keep around or buy a jug every two days?” Tony snapped at Clint, screwing the cap back on.

Clint rolled his eyes and moved back to the kitchen table, a few laughs sounding through the room. Bucky rested his chin on top of your head, pulling you further against him. You were on a stool at the kitchen island, so your whole back was pressed against Bucky, not an inch of space between the two of you.

“Tony, tell Spam and Clit that Bucky isn’t clingy.” You said as you took a bite of your own food. Steve snorted at the silly nicknames and you heard Nat laughing into her hand, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. You could feel the chuckle vibrating against your back from Bucky. The two men glared at you and you shrugged at them.

“No, he’s most definitely clingy.” Tony stated with a cocky grin. You groaned and rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Bucky sighed against you and hid his face in your shoulder again. “Am not.” He sleepily chimed in. 

You noticed Sam looking at Clint, the two grinning mischievously. “Don’t.” Steve warned, raising an eyebrow, pointing his spoon at the two trouble makers. He already knew what was about to happen.

But it was too late. The two had set their plan in motion. “So, Y/N, I was thinking we could train together later.” Sam said as he took a sip of his orange juice, his playful gaze set on the brooding and intimidating man behind you.

Bucky’s head shot up and his eyes landed on Sam. “She most certainly will not. She only trains with me so I know she’s not getting hurt.” Bucky said with a much rougher tone. Bucky’s arms tightened around you and you sighed, finding it ridiculous how they were pushing Bucky.

The three men laughed together at Bucky’s reaction. “And overprotective too!” Tony piped, holding his stomach as he doubled over with laughter. Your mouth was hanging open, you were so shocked. “Enough! He isn’t clingy! And his protectiveness isn’t even that bad!” You defended Bucky once again. You hopped off of your stool and pulled Bucky along to your bedroom, leaving the others behind.

You sighed as you stepped into your room and Bucky was silent, his hand slipping out of yours. “I’m sorry.” Bucky whispered softly, so much so, you almost didn’t hear it. You turned to face Bucky and gasped. “Do not apologize! Bucky, they’re just-just being idiots.” You groaned, walking up to Bucky.

Your arms slithered around his waist and his hands held your cheeks. “I just like having you with me.” Bucky said quietly, his blue eyes looking back and forth between yours. You smiled and leaned up on your toes to give him a kiss.

“Next time they tease you, it will be the last time.”


You were currently washing the dishes. Bucky was leaning against the counter beside you, his arms crossed and his shoe nudged against your sock covered foot. The small contact made you giddy inside. Bucky had a small smile on his face as he watched you clean the dishes. He offered to help but you insisted on doing them yourself.

“You don’t have to sit here and be bored, baby.” You said as you rinsed off a plate, the suds sliding off. Bucky shook his head quickly, his dark hair framing his face. “No, I wanna be beside you.” Bucky said, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed and giggled, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

You sighed lightly and smiled up at Bucky. “Okie dokie.” You hummed before going back to washing the dishes. Bucky visibly tensed when you heard two sets of footsteps walk into the kitchen. He was always alert around you, not wanting anyone to hurt you. But when he saw who it was, he still didn’t relax.

“Why are you hovering over her like that?” Clint asked Bucky, his eyebrow quirked in an amused way. Bucky’s shoe moved from your foot and you turned around, keeping your soapy wet hands in the sink. “He wants to. Now get out.” You snapped, turning back to your task.

Bucky sighed and tapped his metal fingers against the counter. “No, no. It’s alright, I should go work out anyways.” He said lowly, pressing a kiss to your head before walking away. You wanted to go after him, but instead, you turned your attention to Sam and Clint after drying your hands with a towel.

“You two better stop teasing him about this. After everything he’s been through, I’d rather him be clingy than distant. Which is what he’s doing now because you two won’t leave him alone!” You shouted as you threw the towel at Sam’s face. He caught it just in time and creased his eyebrows at you.

“We’re only joking, Y/N.” Sam said as he tossed the towel to the kitchen island. You scoffed. “It’s not funny! Either you two stop it or I’ll make your lives miserable!” You seethed at the two, smacking their arms. 

Clint shouted dramatically and Sam stared at you shocked, holding his arm. “Fine!” Sam shouted, walking out of the kitchen. Clint was mumbling to himself as he followed Sam and you rolled your eyes.

You were tired of them making Bucky feel like he was a burden. It hurt you just as much as it hurt Bucky. He was the sweetest thing and you knew you brought him comfort just as he brought you comfort. So what if he was clingy and protective over you?

You stepped out after the elevator doors opened on the gym floor, and you walked down the hallway to the gym doors. Bucky was sitting on the weight bench, lifting a weight with his flesh hand, his bicep flexing as he lifted. His eyes were focused on the mat, sweat already trickling down his forehead. You slowly approached him and stood in front of him.

“They won’t mess with you anymore.” You said softly, watching Bucky continue to lift the weight. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. “They’re right.” He grunted, his eyes lifting to meet yours. You frowned and shook your head. “No, they’re not. Bucky, I’d rather you be clingy than distant.” You stepped closer to him, resting your hand on his that held the weight.

Bucky set it down on the mat and sighed, wiping his hand on his sweats. “Y/N, I could back off sometimes. ” He replied sadly, his blue eyes moving from yours to his shoes. You lifted your hands to his cheeks, making him look at you, and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “Bucky, I would die if I went five minutes without being with you.” You whispered, wiping his hair off of his sticky forehead. His heart fluttered as your fingertips outlined his jaw.

His hands rested on your hips and he gave you a small smile, lightly squeezing you. “Don’t go dyin’ on me, Doll. I love you too much.” Bucky said, making you blush like before. You giggled and Bucky hummed at the sound, pulling you closer to him. You straddled his lap and gently pressed your lips to his. Bucky’s hands held you closer than ever, your chests pressed against each others, your breath mingling together, hands grasping at one another.

You pulled away from the kiss after a few moments, leaning your forehead on Bucky’s. “I love you too, Bucky. You’re not clingy, I promise.” You said softly, playing with his hair. He nodded, gently grazing his nose back and forth against yours. “Overprotective?” He questioned softly as he squeezed you again.

You shook your head and laughed softly. “Not at all. But, you don’t have to take every bullet for me.” You said with a quirked eyebrow. Bucky pulled away from you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I can’t risk losing you.” Bucky mumbled, his metal thumb pressing into the skin of your waist. “You won’t.” You said, resting your hand on Bucky’s cheek.

Bucky sighed and pulled you in for a hug, his arms holding onto you so tightly, as if you’d disappear at any moment. “You’re stuck with me.” You added with a giggle. You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle. “I’m fine with that.” Bucky said with a wide smile.

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For Worse

This was a Request for an Anon. They wanted a Story where Bruce Cheated and the Bat Boys react. If you have request go ahead and make one! Also Let me know if you want a part two. (UPDATE: Lots of people have asked for a Part 2 so i’ll start working on it soon ^_^)  part two: here


You weren’t much of a wine drinker, not much of a drinker period in all actuality. When you did drink you preferred the sweetness of a strawberry margarita that masked the taste of alcohol. However, right now, as the slightly bitter liquid pooled to the back of your throat, you couldn’t imagine a better tasting drink.

Sitting on the large black marble kitchen counter, you swung your legs with childlike glee as the world around you suddenly started to feel a little hazy. Patting at your cheek with a sweater covered hand to wipe away some tear stains you filled up your glass of Zinfandel with the other.

The bottle clinks hollowly against the counter just as Alfred rounds the corner into the kitchen. He looks at your form sitting on the counter with wide worried eyes but you can’t be bothered to give him more than a half hearted crooked smile as you knock back half of your glass.

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asks moving slowly toward you. He can clearly see the intoxicated state that you’re in and he doesn’t want to startle you.

“Peachy,” you say with an airy sigh.

“It doesn’t seem so,” he says picking up the large empty bottle of wine. “It’s not even past noon ma’am.”

“I don’t know if I care that much Alfred,” you say with a chuckle. “This is usually the only time I get to be alone.”

He looks at you worriedly, “Maybe right now you shouldn’t be alone.”

You look at him, nose scrunching up in anger and a frown pulling at your lips. “I think I should, you aren’t exactly innocent either, are you?”

Alfred doesn’t waver when meeting your gaze, save for a brief flash of guilt that runs through his eyes. “Why don’t I fix you some coffee and breakfast to help sober you up.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Toast is probably the best option.”

“Where you ever going to tell me?”

“I know you like eggs, so I’ll scramble some for you.”

“How many times did you watch him fuck her?” You say as you grab at his arm.

He stops his rambling at looks at you with a slight tear in his eye, “I’m sorry Mrs. Wayne.”

You look at the older man and see the pain in his eyes and think about the shame he must feel, he is the one who raised Bruce afterall.

“Were you sorry enough to ask him to stop?”

“He pushed me away.”

“Of course he did,” you say snidely letting go of the man and pushing yourself off of the counter. Your sock covered feet hit the floor with slight pat and you walk over to the sink to put your glass down. “When breakfast is done, I’ll be in the bedroom.”

“…Of course ma’am.”

***

Wallowing around in your bed and wiping away ever falling tears all day wasn’t something that you thought you’d be doing when you married Bruce Wayne. However, at the moment you couldn’t think of what else to do. You needed to get your emotions out and rest at the same time. Damian would be home from school soon and the rest of the boys would be home for dinner.

The familiar roar of an engine caught your attention and you felt your body tense. Anticipation and anxiety wracked your form as you waited for the familiar footsteps of your husband to enter the room.

What would you say to him? Could you even bring it up? What if what you saw only happened in a dream? He would never actually hurt you this way would he? He had promised to love and cherish only you after all. How could Batman of all people break his promise?

In your thoughts, you’d barely heard the door to your bedroom open. He doesn’t say anything when he walks through the door. You hear the rustle of clothing and assume that he is removing his suit jacket. You assumptions were proved correct when he comes to sit on the side of your shared bed and pulls the blanket from over your head. He reveales himself to be in his white shirt and black suit pants.

His blue eyes scan over your form worriedly as he rubs a large thumb on your forehead. You have to bite your tongue to prevent sharp words from spewing out of you and rejecting his sweetness.

“Are you still not feeling well?” He asked voice soft and warm.

You shake your head.

He sighs with a sad smile and runs the pad of his thumb over you cheekbone, “I’ll have Alfred make you some soup.”

You don’t respond and stare at him relatively blankly and while this bothers him he shrugs it off to whatever sickness it was that was bothering you.

He stands from the bed and moves over to the closet to change into something more comfortable. You take the opportunity to sit up and push your body up against the headboard and you watch him. As he pulls the shirt off his body you can see every scar and bruise that he’d accrued recently, even the ones on his neck that hadn’t placed there forcefully.

When he slips the grey sweatshirt on over his head your trace is broken.

“Can I say something?”

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice and turns to look at you with curious blue orbs.

“I always thought it would be Talia y’know? Especially on account of how Damian got here, but I thought it would be her.”

“What?” He asks with furrowed dark eyebrows.

“I always thought that the thing with Selina was harmless flirting, even if she did kiss you once or twice, I never really got mad.” You can feel your throat slick and tighten with nerves but your belly is full of rage.

You can see it on his face when it registers what you were talking about and the blanching of his face causes you to get angrier for some reason. You stand up quickly from your position on the bed and instinctively he holds a hand out in attempt to calm you.

“Why would you do that to me? What have I not given you that you couldn’t think ‘I shouldn’t do this, I have a wife waiting at home’?”

“We were caught up in the moment, it wasn’t supposed to happen.” He tries to explain.

“Multiple times, you fucked her multiple times! On different days, on different weeks!”

He looks at you pathetically and you suddenly find that your positions have been reversed and he is the one sitting on the bed while you are the one standing.

“You know I thought this would happen when we were dating, and I told myself that it would be much better if it happened then because I could just leave. But now I can’t, I’m stuck here with you, in this giant stupid house.” You can feel your tears start to well up again but you quickly wipe at your eyes in an attempt to wipe them away. “Were you going to stop sleeping with her? Or were you just waiting to get caught?”

He doesn’t respond and he hangs his head down in shame.

“Look at me!,” you snap agitated and causing him to meet your gaze. “You were bold enough to go and do it no you have to take the consequences the same way you did them.”

“I wasn’t going to stop,” he said truthfully. You feel your jaw twitch at the honesty and the frown that’s pulling at your lips is almost painful. “Selina has always been important to me I suppose, and it felt natural.”

It was almost as if you could hear your heart breaking and you couldn’t stop the sob that ran its way through your throat. You slapped a hand over your mouth in shame and turned away from him as the tears freely flowed down your face. Almost instinctively at your crying from, Bruce was at your side with a large hand on your back trying to comfort you.

“Don’t. Touch. Me!” You snap slapping his hands away. “Why did you marry me? If you felt that way you should have been with her!”

“I love you,” he says desperately.

“No you don’t,” you say pushing him away from you. “If you did you wouldn’t have done this.”

“Thats-” he starts but he stops himself.

“Were you going to say ‘That’s not true’?” You ask incredulously with wide eyes. “So you were planning on cheating on me anyway.”

“No,” he shakes his head.

“God, I’ve wasted all of this time on you,” you say moving around him looking for a pair of shoes to slip on and your keys. “All of the things that I could have done, places I could  have gone, and people who would have loved me, I gave it up for you. I put my career on hold so I could help you. So that Wayne Enterprises would have someone there while you rested. So that our son could have something other than mask to raise him. But you couldn’t do one thing for me? You couldn’t say no one time for me?”

He doesn’t respond, he knows he shouldn’t respond, nothing he can say will make this situation better.

Once you’ve collected your shoes, bag, and care keys, you let out a sigh,”I had really hoped that once you came home that there would be some way that you could deny this and I would have believed you. That I’d been slipped some sort of drug and had been hallucinating the things that I saw, but I was too hopeful.” You wipe at your eyes. “The worse part about it is that you’ve trapped me, Bruce. What can I do? My life has become our kids, your company, and your mission. That has been my job since we’ve gotten married. I lived for us Bruce, why couldn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he pleads. “She was just-”

This isn’t about her, Bruce.” You shake your head and make your way to the bedroom door. “I’m going to stay at the penthouse. Don’t come by. Tell Damian that I’ll come get him for lunch on Saturday like I always do.”

“Are you coming back?”

You look at his sad blue orbs and shake your head, “I don’t know.”

***

Damian was the first to arrive home. Bruce watched from the bedroom window as he and Alfred made their way into the house. What was he supposed to tell him? Not just Damian, but everyone. That he’d driven their mother away and he didn’t know when she’d be back? That he’d ruined their family? No, never that. How could he break his children even more than they already had been.

With a frown, Bruce locked the door to the bedroom and sat in silence and darkness. If he’d gone to the cave he would have opened himself up to questions. In here, for the moment, he was safe. No one would bother him here.

***

“Hey Alfred, where is mom?” Dick asked, taking a drink of his water.

“Yes, I would like to know as well, Pennyworth. It’s not often that you come and pick me up from school,” Damian started pushing around some of his food with his fork.

“Mom didn’t get you from school?” Tim questioned with a furrowed brow. “That’s her thing though.”

“Hence the question,” Damian replied with smirk causing Tim to roll his eyes.

“Maybe she got tired of you being a smartass and didn’t feel like being bothered,” Jason adds in with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own as he rocks back on the legs of his chair.

“Unlikely, considering I’m her favorite,” the youngest said crossing his arms over his chest. “Besides, I haven’t seen her at all, not since this morning.”

“What?” The three older boys questioned alarmed.

“Alfred?” Dick questions again to the older man who hasn’t raised his head from his plate since the questioning started. “Where is mom?”

“I’m afraid, Master Grayson, that it would be best if you went to ask Master Wayne,” the butler deflects.

“Has something happened to, mom?” Tim asks seriously.

“I cannot answer that,” Alfred replies again.

In frustration Jason pushes away from the dining room table to make his way up to the master bedroom, the other boys following quickly behind him.

It only takes a minute for Jason to stomp his way to the bedroom and even less for him to begin banging on the door.

“Open the door up, old man” He starts impatiently. “We just want to know where mom is.”

There is a pause as the boys listen for movement, and when there isn’t any Jason pounds on the door again, “I’ll break the door open!”

“Jason!” Dick scolds. “Mom will be mad if you break her door.”

“Well how else am I supposed to get him to open it?”

“We could use our brains?” Tim suggests.

“No need,” Damian says pulling out his blade and shoving it in the jam of the door. He uses his weight as pressure and pops open the door.

“That still counts as messing up the door,” Dick says pointing at the ruined lock.

“It’s still intact isn’t it?”

“Whatever.”

Tim pushes open the door giving way to the light from the hallway to flood into the dark room. Tim quickly finds the light switch and the room lights up.

“Father?” Damian questions when the lights flicker on and he sees the man sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in hands.

The man doesn’t respond to his name being called and this sends the boys into a slight panic. Dick quickly walks over and places a large hand on Bruce’s shoulder and tries to shake him out of his trance.

The man looks at the boys and sadness flashes in his eyes as he realizes he has to explain how he’s taken their mother from them.

“Where is mom?” Tim asks.

Damian watches from a distance and takes in the state of the room. On the occasions that he’d have nightmares, he usually finds himself in his parents bed snuggled against his mother in the expansive bed as she protected him from the dreams. He probably knew better than anyone what their bedroom was supposed to look like.He noted that the dresser was suspiciously bare of his mother’s jewelry boxes and perfume bottles.  He casts a quick glance at Jason who seems to realize that something is off about the room.

Damian walks around the bed to his mother’s closet and opens it only find it empty. Jason stands behind his youngest brother staring at the empty room perplexed.

“This is her’s,” Damian mutters, “Where is her stuff?”

When it clicks for Jason he’s consumed with rage and he’s stomping over to Bruce again and pushing his startled brothers away. His large hand is around Bruce’s collar in an instant and he’s pulling the man up.

“What did you do? Why did she leave?” Jason questions acidly, his own blue eyes clashing violently with Bruce’s.

“Leave?” Dick questions. “How do you know she left?”

“Majority of Ummi’s things are gone. Like they were packed up.”

“She left us?” Tim questions swallowing thickly.

“I’m pretty sure she left him!” Jason hisses shaking the man who is still staring blankly at him. “What did you do?”

“What could you have done to make her leave like this?” Tim asks.

Dick examines his adoptive father keenly as he runs the scenarios through his mind. His mother adored Bruce, so why would she just leave?

Seemingly having enough of being pushed around Bruce quickly wraps his hand around Jason’s wrists and squeezed before ripping the hand off of his collar. The stretched fabric falls limply around his neck as he looks at the four of his sons angrily.

“You all need to leave,” He says sternly. “Your mother is safe.”

Dick’s gaze falls onto where the collar hangs limply at Bruce’s neck and he spots a purple bruise on his neck that causes a thought to run through his mind and it makes his hair stand on end.

“You wouldn’t,” Dick says with a shake of his head and a disbelieving smile. “You couldn’t, not to Mom, right?”

“What are talking about, Grayson?” Damian asks looking in between the two men.

Bruce meets Dick’s gaze and the younger man feels himself getting hot with anger the longer he holds his gaze.

Tim examines his father and finds the same bruise on Bruce’s neck and he puts it together. Instead of letting his anger consume him he glances back at his younger brother and grabs his arm.

“Let go of me, Drake,” Damian struggles as Tim pulls him along.

“Alfred knows where she went doesn’t he?” Tim asks glancing at the guilty man. A quick nod is all he needs as he proceeds down stairs with the young boy.

“Who was it with? Viki? Talia? Who?” Dick questions angrily.

Jason snorts in anger as he realizes what his brother is implying.

“Selina,” Bruce responds after a long pause.

Dick shakes his head in anger, “I knew you could be an asshole but not like this.”

Dick locks eyes with his brother, “We should find out where mom is and go see her in the morning. I’m sure she wants to be alone now.”

Jason nods and watches as his Dick leaves the room. He stares down the older man for a second before stomping out.

***

It seemed like it was always raining in Gotham, despite whatever the season was. At the moment that suited you just fine. The wide open space of the penthouse was smaller than what you were used to but still felt empty. You were happy that Bruce hadn’t tried to come and see you, you don’t think you could have been as civil as you were if he had come to see you.

So when there was a knock on the door, you felt dread fill your stomach. You quickly padded over to the door and looked out of the peephole and saw the distorted visage of four familiar figures.

“Boys!” You say with wide eyes as you swing open the door.

“Ummi!” The youngest voice calls out as he leaps at you burying his face in your stomach as his small but strong arms wrap themselves around your waist.

“Damian,” you say with a smile, running a comforting hand along his back.

“We were worried,” Dick says with a smile and a shrug as he pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“You’re all so sweet,” you say with a smile moving to the side and letting the boys into the home.

“We didn’t want you to be alone,” Tim says, “We also wanted to make sure your weren’t in danger.”

“Oh,” you say sadly and closed the door behind them. Damian let’s go your waist and instead opts to hold your hand. “I shouldn’t have left in such a hurry, I know it can be unsafe.”

“We understand, mom” Jason says with a smile. You meet his normally stern eyes and you feel your tear ducts well up. “Hey, don’t cry! I brought food.”

We, brought food,” Dick pops in as Jason shows you a bag in is hand. “Tim set the table.”

Damian brings you over to sit you at the dining room table as Tim makes a place for the each of you.

Jason and Dick bring the food out and then sit down to join you.

“We’re sorry about Bruce,” Dick starts looking at you with a sad smile. “But we understand and we’ll be here for you.”

The boys nod their heads in agreement.

You smile at your boys, feeling slightly better than you had been in hours, “Thank you.”

love thy neighbor (1)

Originally posted by kookieminnies

characters: jungkook x reader, jimin 

genre: smut, fluff, angst(?)

warnings: language, roughness, smut, oral, mxm references, 

Jeon Jungkook was a pain in your ass but, you would never wish the crushing pain of heartbreak on anyone.

a/n: basically,, u live in an apartment. jungkook lives above u and is loud and annoying. then things happen. i’ve been working on this one for a whileee and i’m actually proud of it so i hope u guys like it :)) there are TWO parts idk when two is being posted but im working!! leave me feedback plz


Your right eye seemed to be twitching again—the second time within an hour. Your fingers harshly dug into the side of your phone, putting your volume as high as it could go. The soothing beats and vocals from your favorite artist—that seemed to always get you through your all nighters—did nothing to block out the loud footsteps and steady tempo from above you. You groaned, slamming your pencil down on top of your notebook, a few flashcards scattering from the impact.

As often as this happened you still couldn’t get used to it. The college aged boy living above you seemed to always have enough energy to run a marathon—which is what you expected he did during his free time—always stomping around and blasting a mixture of music ranging in different genres.

The first time you were disturbed by his loud music and heavy feet was a week after you moved into the cozy apartment. You were trying to catch a nap after hours of unpacking but every time your eyes closed, a booming bass would force them open. After an internal debate with yourself, you marched upstairs, banging on the door like a madwoman. When the door swung open, you weren’t expecting a man so handsome to answer.

You could recall that day so well. He was wearing a white tee—something you noticed he wore quite often— blue jeans and had a pair of bright neon socks covering his feet. His eyes were large and a warm mocha brown, almost distracting you from the sweet bunny smile plastered on his face.

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I wanna be yours•Shawn Mendes

A/N: Bad boy! Shawn smut!

so…hey, this is a long one. Might wanna get comfortable, put the kettle on because it’s gonna be a wild ride. This ones for @xbetter-than-wordsx my love, my heart, my pistachio gelato lovin muffin - you’re too good for this world.

Have a cup of tea on me my lovelies.

Smut/NSFW warning.

Originally posted by kdrauhl

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I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots
I wanna be yours
- I wanna be yours, Arctic Monkeys, original words by the poet John Cooper Clarke.


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Rated (M) for mature.


Seokjin 

➸ You were already on thin ice with Jin since the night began. With not only wearing the dress he kindly asked you not to wear - due to the generous amount of skin it showed - but also because you were being nothing but a tease. Not wanting to be at the dinner in the first place, being a brat was the only way you were certain he would drag you home to teach you a lesson. Which is what you’ve been aiming for all week.

The first step to your plan was the dress. The next being that you openly flirt with a couple of the boys, or even just some guys that would try to start a conversation with you and then deny it when Jin confronts you. You knew what you were doing, he knew that you knew, and that only pissed him off a lot more. Which is exactly what you wanted.

Now, came the final step that you were positive was going to be the last straw to break his composure. And, boy, were you more than right about that. When seated at your assigned table, Jin didn’t hesitate to grip your forearm and pull you in roughly - making sure that you were the only one to hear him.

“You’ve been defiant all night, princess. I’m asking you nicely to fucking behave yourself. Do not embarrass me, do you understand?” His voice sounded so strained, that it practically made you shiver with excitement. Your plan was working beautifully.

Without a response, you lean in closer than physically possibly. Confused as to what you were up to now, Jin nearly rammed his knee against the table in shock before almost choking on air. Were you seriously biting his ear? Right now? And why wasn’t he pushing you away? Why was he enjoying it? Question after question flowed through his brain at lightning speed - your sudden action of affection catching him off guard to the point he almost forgot where he was and nearly let out a small moan.

Quickly coughing to cover it up, he gently grips your chin - smiling just to throw off anybody who might be watching the two of you. But, his eyes were definitely a dead giveaway, no longer their sweet brown; more like a pitch black. Returning the sweet smile right back at him only seemed to add fuel to the fire that was now building up in the pit of his stomach.

“Oh, just wait until I get you behind closed doors,” he says through clenched teeth. “You wanted my attention - now you’ve got it.”

Yoongi

➸ It was currently 11:58 PM, and your forever hardworking boyfriend still hasn’t touched his side of the bed. This would be the second week in a row that you’ve been sleeping alone - and each time you not only grew lonely, but sexually frustrated. The lack of affection from him was driving you up the wall, you’re more snippier than usual, and even though you hate to admit it - you just can’t get off without him anymore. The light that rarely ever turned off from across the hall only made your blood boil even more - he was blowing up the electricity bill with this nonsense.

Of course, you knew how important his career was to him, always being his number one supporter no matter what. But, it would be nice if he would reciprocate and show you that you mattered, too. Just a simple ‘I love you,’ or even a peck on the cheek would be reassuring enough to let you know you’re not invisible in his world. Or even simply just coming to bed! 

You aggressively ripped the covers off your body, nearly slipping when your sock covered feet came in contact with the hardwood floor. Huffing as soon as you regained balance, you marched your way to his home studio, mentally hyping yourself up that you will get Min Yoongi to pay attention you - and take his ass to bed.

Once you walked in, without knocking, his writing only stops for a split second before it regains motion again. “What you doing up?”

He didn’t even bother to look up.

Fighting the urge to scoff, you cross your arms. “I should be the one asking you that. You’ve been at this since you got home, baby, it’s time to shut it down for tonight.”

It was like you didn’t even speak at all, his eyes still trained on the notebook in front of him. “Mmhm.”

You nearly strangled him right then and there. For someone who enjoys sleeping all the damn time, one would think he wouldn’t be such a night owl. Come to think of it, that’s probably why he does sleep quite often - his reacquiring late night sessions with his music was messing up his sleep pattern.

Suddenly, an idea pops into your head, making a Cheshire-like grin spread across your face. If you have been denied sweet release for so long, so has he. Yoongi was just as sexually frustrated - his lack of sleep only fogging over that part of his brain - but all it took to bring it back was the right touch. 

And you knew just how to do it. 

Sauntering your way over to the desk chair, you grabbed it by the back and swung it to face your direction. With pen still in hand, but no longer connected to the notebook, he stares at the space where his desk used to be - confused as to where it had gone.

Finally looking up and realizing you had turned him around, before he could even voice his annoyance of you getting in the way of his work, the mere sight of you starting to straddle his hips was enough to shut him up. Maybe it was the pent up frustration from the lack of sexual contact - but Yoongi couldn’t remember the last time you felt so good sitting on top of him. Now looking up at you with hooded eyes, his pen falls from his finger tips as his hands find their way around the curve of your ass. It wasn’t until you leaned downward to press hot kisses against his neck did you finally regain all of Yoongi’s attention. From the sound of him already groaning in response, you knew he needed this just as much as you did.

“Fuck, jagi…what do you need - tell daddy what you need.” He heavily panted, hips bucking desperately to create some sort of friction, grip on your backside tighten with every suck you gave his neck. “You have m-my attention…”

Namjoon

➸ Your recent argument spiraled into something much more complicated than the actual topic itself. In your eyes, Namjoon was smothering you. You had brought up that he never trusts you enough to hang out late with your friends, or even so much as have a normal conversation with a guy. Apparently, that didn’t sit right in his stomach. 

“You’re being over-dramatic, Joonie, all I want is space! That’s all!” 

“So, I try to protect what’s mine from guys who are trying to steal you from me, and now I’m suddenly a dictator?” He seethes, pacing back and forth while you watched from your spot on the couch. “Honestly, Y/n, I have a feeling this isn’t about me.” 

“Oh? Then what is this about? Enlighten me, with your high IQ.” 

“You like the attention. Every time we go out with your so called ‘guy-friends’ you make sure I get pissed off! You like getting a reaction out of me.” 

“You’re insane.” You shake your head, standing up from the couch. “There’s no way you’re that full of yourself, that you actually think my life revolves around making you jealous.” 

Namjoon shrugs his shoulders in such a condescending way, all you could do was scoff. 

“Whatever, be that way. I’m going out, or do you wanna tag along and make sure I don’t try any funny business with the bartender - like I supposedly did the last time.” You grabbed your keys from the coffee table, hurrying to put on your shoes. That argument ran longer than you expected, so now you were late. 

Now it being his turn to shake his head, he plops his tall frame onto the couch, resting his hands behind his head. “Nope. Have fun.” 

Halting for a split second, you turned your head in his direction with a raised eyebrow. Namjoon did nothing but take out his phone, his focus on the small screen rather than your retreating form heading for the door. 

“You’re being for real?” 

This time he didn’t even respond with words, just a low grunt. Rolling your eyes at his sudden immature behavior, you decided to take advantage of this little ounce of freedom you had tonight - having a feeling by the time you got back, it would be right back to the over-protective Namjoon. 

But, little did you know - you would be mistaken.

Three weeks have passed since your little argument, and you were starting to catch on to a pattern about now. Every time you would tell him you were going out, or you would be home late, all he did was grunt. Grunt, grunt, grunt. The only time you would get a worded response was when he came home from practice, and told you he was going to bed. 

It was starting to drive you nuts, the fact that he’s now putting little to no effort in knowing what you did anymore - like he didn’t even give a shit if you ever came back or turned up dead. Not to mention, if we were being honest, you two haven’t fooled around in those three weeks. Since you’d be coming home late, he would either be in the bed already or passed out on the couch. Usually he would be wide awake, waiting for you, and sometimes it ending in the both of you having lazy sex before bed. 

But, ever since that argument - you’ve gotten nada. And it’s made you bitchy beyond belief. Him ignoring you was definitely icing on the bitter cake. By now, you had figured it out. He was doing this on purpose. 

“Are you fucking serious with this, Namjoon? You’re being so childish for no reason, all I want is for you to trust me - I hate that this was the only way for me to get freedom, but now I’m over it.” Not even a grunt this time; your blood pressure was definitely going through it at the moment. “Kim Namjoon - I know you hear me talking to you!” 

Marching up straight to him, you didn’t hesitate to grab his phone out of his hand, catching him completely off guard - but didn’t mean he was going to give you the satisfaction of letting you know that. But, you did happen to catch the faint smirk that was slowly creeping onto his face. He was enjoying this. 

“You think this is funny? What point are you exactly trying to prove here, huh?” Namjoon leans backward with his hands behind his head, the smirk no longer hidden as he stared up at her with a glint of mischief in his eyes. 

“Tch, someone’s a little on edge. Feeling a bit frustrated? Angry? Am I giving you enough space - wouldn’t want to be smothering you, baby.” 

“So, you are still heated about what I said.” He loftily shrugs. Sighing, you place his phone on the coffee table before straddling his waist. Having to bite his lip to keep from groaning at the position, Namjoon tries to look anywhere else but at you. “Joonie, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. And to be honest…It was more fun to go out, and have you be jealous all the time. It was sort of a fucked up way of showing me that you cared - at least the nights you didn’t come, you would at least wait up for me. But, now you don’t do anything, and that scares me. I feel like I made you stop caring…”  

Subtly, you slowly start to grind - making the poor boy’s eyes start to pop out of his head as he still fought not to look at you. “I’ll admit…sometimes I get touchy with my guy friends to get a reaction out of you - but I can’t help it. You just look so sexy when you’re mad, Joonie~” 

He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped when you started to grind a little harder, his hands subconsciously gripping your waist tightly which he grit his teeth to keep from making anymore sounds. Now it being your turn to smirk, you lean in closer to where he could feel your breathing fan over the side of his face, mouth now slightly agape as you blew cold air into ear. Mentally cursing himself for wearing sweatpants, it was very obvious that he was enjoying what you were doing - him too missing these late night sessions. He only did all this to prove a point, sure he was correct all along in the end, but now he no longer gave a shit. 

As soon as your tongue connected with his hot skin, then followed by your lips to finally your teeth - Namjoon needed you now more than ever. 

“I do like the attention, I do~ Please pay attention to me again, Joonie. I won’t go out as much anymore, I’ll stop making you jealous on purpose, just please - I need you.” You had his attention, alright. 

And then some ;)

Hoseok

➸  It’s not like he was doing it just to spite you, it was his job. It’s not his fault that he’s busy, out there doing what he loved, while thousands of fans cheered him on. But, that didn’t mean he had to completely shut you out.

Unintentionally speaking, you knew how extra your boyfriend could get when he performed  - it was just how he was. Hoseok was a perfectionist when it came to choreography, it was another language he spoke, his passion.

 Anytime something would pop into his head for a new dance move to try, just like Suga, away went the rest of the world. It didn’t matter if it was Tinashe herself, Hobi wouldn’t notice - he was in the zone. And, man, was it hard to get him out of there. You would know. 

You were currently trying now. 

After returning home from a long day of your activities, all you were looking for was just a little cuddle time with your favorite ray of sunshine. The thought of him waiting for you with open arms was enough to bring you out of your funk just a little bit…until you heard the music blasting from upstairs. And that only meant one thing: Hobi’s in the zone.

 But, not this time, you thought. Tonight you were going to get his attention back no matter what. He would be leaving soon for their world tour, and dammit if you didn’t get at least one night of some loving before he left, you swore you would be salty the whole entire time he was gone. Or until you ate some food - whatever comes first. Shedding out of your day clothes and into a loose tank with some spandex shorts, you decided that, today, you were in the mood for a little dance lesson. 

The beat of the music shook your insides more, the closer you got to the dance studio next to your shared bedroom. Not even bothering to knock, there in his sweaty glory was none other than the dance junky himself - Jung Hoseok. Grinning slyly at how smooth and precise his movement was, you couldn’t help but to stop and take a minute to admire his technique. He and Jimin don’t play when it came to dancing, that’s for sure. His dancer hips was a personal favorite of yours. Even with all the mirrors that surrounded the room, Hobi still didn’t notice you walk in - his eyes literally trained on every step, every hip thrust, every facial expression that he made to burn it into his mind, until it felt natural.  If it wasn’t for you turning off the lights, nearly bursting out laughing when he screamed, he probably never would have noticed. 

“Y/n? Is that you?” He whimpered. 

Turning the lights back on, you could no longer hold in the cackles when you saw the look on his face. Even though you didn’t do it often, for his sake, you loved scaring him when you had the chance. He was the king of facial expressions, making it 10x more fun. 

“Yah! Stop laughing!” He pouts, rushing over to pause his music. “When did you get home, I didn’t even-”

“Hear me come in? Yeah, I know. Not too long ago, just wanted to come up and join in the fun.” You watched as his eyes scanned your attire, before a playful scoff is his only reply. “What?”

“Jagi, you can’t dance.”

“I can hold a beat!” You defend. “Besides, even if I can’t, I still got the world’s best dance teacher in the world. Not to mention the best boyfriend, who would love to teach the best girlfriend a few moves~”  

You bat your eyelashes as your tread closer to where he stood. Hoseok, not being able to resist when you acted like this, sighs before nodding his head. 

Leaning closer to pinch your cheeks, he restarts the music and rushes to stand behind you. “Alright, first you set your feet like this. Good, now, just simply swing your hips from side to side.” Doing as you were instructed, you weren’t expecting him to straight up start giggling in your ear. “N-Not like that - oh god…” 

“What?” You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “What am I doing wrong, we haven’t even started yet!” 

“Exactly, you’re just that bad.” He continues to giggle. 

Pursing your lips at him through the mirror, the ghost of your grin from earlier made an appearance, as now was a more perfect time than any - finally being close enough to get what you’ve been wanting for the longest. Swiftly turning on your heel before he had time to catch his breath, you snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him closer than physically possible. If words could describe the look on his face - priceless.

“Jagi? W-What are you doing?” 

Using one finger to trace the back of his neck, you could practically feel him shiver at your touch. “You’ve been ignoring me for far too long, Hobi. I understand that this is important to you, I do. But, am I not important anymore?” 

He gulps, hands still upon your hips, the sensual beat of the music still playing in the background. Shaking his head slowly, eyes fluttering as you continued to tickle the back of his, Hoseok licks his lips once he found the right words. 

“Of course you are, I-I just..I’ve been busy lately, that’s all. You know how this tour is gonna be big for us, and I’ve just been-I’ve b-been-ah~” 

Not expecting you to just lean in while he was talking, and practically nip at his throat, Hoseok tightens his grip on your hips as small gasps fell from his lips. The faint taste of salt hits your tongue as it decides to join in the assault, marking him deeply to get your point across. 

Pulling away with a small pop, you marveled in the fact the he practically whined at the loss of contact. “I just wanted to give you a sneak preview of what you’ll miss out on when you leave. I could give you the full show, buuut…you seem busy~”

Before you could even think about pulling away, Hoseok didn’t even loosen his grip upon your hips, only tugging you even closer - until you could blatantly feel what you’ve just done to him. 

“Never too busy for you, princess. You officially have my attention~”  

Jimin

➸ Jimin thought it would be funny to ignore your desire for kisses all day. When you would lean in for a small one, he would swerve the other way. When you asked nicely, he’d make it seem like he would finally give you what you wanted - only to whisper a small ‘sike’ and run away. Even when you tried to sneak one, he was childish enough to hit you with a goddamn pillow.

You were not happy.

You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine - you just didn’t know where to start. Jimin was slick, he was slippery - his friends made it look so easy to trick him, but whenever you tried, it always ends up blowing up in your face. What were you doing wrong?

“You’re trying to out-think Jimin with your brain, noona.” Jungkook would chuckle, patting your head.

“Is that not the normal thing to do when you want to trick someone?”

“Well, yeah, but he’s used to that type of method by now. I mean, all six of us have done it to him that way numerous of times. He’s expecting it.”

“Then, what do you propose I do - oh, wise Jeon Jungkook?” You raised up from laying face down on the couch, your eyebrow soon following. “Because, by all means, I’m all ears.”

The maknae does nothing but grin for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders. “Isn’t it obvious? You’re a woman, Y/n, his woman. Use that to your advantage - make him want you, instead of the other way around. You can trick him in a way us guys never could - with lust.”

You stayed silent as you stared at the younger with a disturbed expression. But, after a moment of replaying the advice in your head, it was scarily starting to make sense. Thanking him for his help, you make your way to your shared bedroom to change into something a little more…appropriate.

It was movie night in the BTS dorm, which was the perfect time to play out the maknae’s pure genius advice. Everyone was winded down, dressed in their pajamas and ready for you to start the movie. The only problem was - you were no where in sight. Taking a look around, Jimin asked Jungkook where you might have gone - since he was last to be with you.

“She went to go change, I think.” 

Smirking at the mere thought of you changing, Jimin thought that would be the perfect opportunity to tease you a little before the movie stared - then he could tease you some more while it played. Already so confident in his plan as he practically skipped to your shared bedroom, you could just imagine the color draining from his face once he caught sight of what you had changed into. You were wearing one of his shirts with a pair of boy shorts underneath. How he knew that, you wonder? When he walked in, you were practically bent over - searching for a movie that was kept in a little cabinet next to his bed - giving him a full view on what he’s been missing out on, all day long. 

You wouldn’t have known he came into the room until he let out a small, almost inaudible, whine from the door. A slow grin crept onto your face, as you did everything in your power to make your current position even more sensual than it already way. Wiggling your hips slowly, making it seem that you were trying to take some of the pressure off your knees, you could practically hear him drooling at the door. Hm, not too fun being a tease now is it? 

Deciding to finally stand, you played it off as if you hadn’t heard him come in, feigning innocence. “Oh, I didn’t see you there! Sorry I took so long, I was looking for your favorite~” 

You handed him the movie while keeping his intense eye contact. His mouth still hung open slightly as he stared, what he just witnessed left it dry and unable to produce words. It wasn’t until you slowly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tilting your head to the side. You didn’t miss the subtle way his eyes trailed down the path of your exposed neck - your hair being up, and giving him full visual of the unmarked skin. 

“Is something the matter, ChimChim? You look a little troubled.” His mouth slowly closed followed by a lick to his bottom lip. Dropping the movie you had given to him, he went to wrap his arms around your waist - only for you to roughly grip them and pin him to the wall next to the door. Where that boost of strength came from was beyond him, but it sure was a turn on. 

Your innocent act didn’t take long to fly out the window, your face now just as dark and menacing as his. No longer having the patience to talk, you slowly lean in toward his plump awaiting lips, them parting slightly once again - anticipating the feel of yours after a whole day of avoiding them. But, the satisfying warmth your lips would give never came - making the boy scrunch his eyebrows in confusion. It wasn’t until he felt them attach to that spot below his ear, that his face instantly relaxed as a breathy moan fell from his own. 

But, as fast as the pleasure came - it was quick to go, as well. Back came the scrunch in his eyebrows as his eyes fluttered open, his breathing coming out in pants as he now stared at you with bewilderment. 

“Aw, you didn’t think after all the shit you’ve pulled today, I would give you what you want so easily, did you?” Looking down for a second, you bit your lip to keep from giggling at the painfully noticeable hard on he now had. 

“J-Jagi, you can’t leave me like this!” He practically whimpered, begging you with his eyes. “I’m sorry I was being a little shit all day - I promise I’ll make it up to you, please I need you so bad…”

“Will you be a good boy for me, Jiminie?” 

He gulps before nodding. “Y-You have my attention.” 

Taehyung 

➸ this gif is pretty explanatory lol 

Jungkook 

➸ as well as this one. 

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Stolen Clothes - Peter Parker

Prompt: Reader is afraid of thunder/lightning and there is a freak thunderstorm, and her best friend, Peter Parker, has to comfort her.

Words: 2,499

Warnings: None- fluff mainly.


Bolts of bright light cracked across the dark sky. The constant breakouts of lightning flashes through your thick curtains. Booming of ground shaking thunder shook your dead apartment unevenly. 

You were curled up in your bed eye glued on the TV screen out of fear. The storm knocked out the satellite being the reason you were staring at a frozen screen for the last half an hour. You hid your body from the horrid weather under a mound of warm blankets fresh out of the dryer.

Fuzzy socks covered your feet and a steaming cup of hot chocolate rested untouched on your nightstand. Paralyzed with fear you didn’t dare move a muscle. Even though you hated thunder storms you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the rain pounding against your window. It was like the scene of a car crash, the best thing was to avoid the mess but it was almost impossible to think about anything else.

A loud crash hit your window earning a screeching yelp from yourself. The stray branch from a tree outside blew in the wind knocking the glass continuously. You parents fell asleep in pure bliss to the tempest leaving you to wallow in your lonesome. 

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Marking

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader

Word Count: 2,185 (yikes oops)

Warnings: Rough, Hair pulling, spanking, teasing, smut, biting, marking. (Think that’s it for now.) 

Request: Can u make a Liam Dunbar smut please?  Also can the reader be a werewolf. Maybe the story line can be something on the lines of the reader and Liam are mates and they both marked each other and went into heat

  Scott rolled his eyes at you, when you chose to sit next to Liam. He knew damn well what was going on, he knew that you were you were currently undergoing heat, and so was Liam. Liam’s entire body stiffened as you curled into his side, nudging at him. Females wolves always handled heat worse than males– he could control himself, while you on the other hand were completely losing it. You needed Liam, not Scott, not Stiles, not Mason or Corey, you needed Liam.

  You weren’t exactly sure why, it was Liam who your wolf had chosen, but it had, and it was relentless when it came to being near him. You had to be in some sort of contact with the first beta, which kind of annoyed you seeing as you couldn’t stand him. Liam had always been sort of hateful towards you, either it was because since you became Scott’s beta, and the alpha now had to pay attention to both of you instead of just him, or just because he was trying to cover the fact that you were absolutely stunning, and he just wanted to ravish you whenever he got close.

  He pushes you off of him, growling under his breath. You frown, scooting away and pouting. “Be nice…” Scott says, trying not to smile at your actions.

  “She was all over me!” Liam defended himself. You bit your lip, as Scott glared at him and his jaw clenched tight. You almost moaned at the angry glance Liam threw at you. He could smell your frustrations, but instead, decided to keep himself contained.

“Just, please, play the movie.” Stiles whines, wanting nothing to do with the two teenagers who were making everyone uncomfortable with their sexual needs.

“Sure.” Lydia sighs, curling into his side while pressing the play button. You take a blanket and cover Liam’s lap with it.

“What’re you doing?” He struggles to take it off, as it tangles between his legs.

“You shivered, I thought you were cold.” You look down at his lap which had risen.

  “Shut up.” Malia demands at you two. You whine, arching your back as you move further into the couch. Your body had grown sticky with sweat, you couldn’t help it when you pulled your top shirt off, leaving you in your tank-top. Lydia had suggested everyone comes over to her house to watch a movie while the two were in heat, taking everyone’s mind off of it for a while. She failed to mention how hot it was in here.

“Is anyone else sweating half to death?” She asks, wiping her forehead with the back of her wrist.

  “No, I’m good.” Scott and Malia answer in unison. Stiles and Lydia shake their heads, to absorbed into the movie to give a verbal answer. You look at Liam, who nods.

“I’m hot.”

“It’s part of your heat.” Scott says, playing with Malia’s hair.

“How do I fix it?”

“You don’t. Not for another week.”

“Shh!” Malia hisses.

  “I need a drink.” You stand up, walking into the other room, opening the fridge. You heard Liam get up and walk over, not bothering to explain his actions. He closes the fridge with his strong hand, before pushing you to the wall.

“What are you doing?” He asks. You press your chest to his,

“Nothing. Why?”

“Stop touching me, stop trying to care about me. Stop it.”

“Why?” You smirk, “You have an issue, Liam?” You reach down to grab his bulge, “Oo, you do.”

  He grabs your wrist, nice and tight, “I said stop it.” His eyes glow a bright yellow, your eyes instinctively turning yellow as well. You look down in submission though, nodding.

  “Good.” He takes a deep breath to control himself, before moving back to the couch. You smile to yourself, knowing exactly what you were doing to him. You made your way back to the couch, peeling off your tank-top too. You were doing it partly because you were indeed sweating profusely, but also because Liam was staring at you. He swallowed thickly when he saw your bare torso.

  You leaned across the couch, your feet leaning on Liam’s lap. He stiffened, flexing his fingers as you ran your sock covered feet against his tent. “Stop it.” He spits gently, going unknown to everyone else.

  “Sorry.” You whimper, purposely moving it over his crotch again, while pulling away. He grabs your ankle, pausing your action. He drags it back over his manhood, looking around to see if anyone was looking. You rolled your foot against his jeans again.

“Fuck! Liam! Mason needed our help with the homework!” You yelp, standing up and gathering your stuff.

“What?” He asks. You glare at him, his body immediately responding by standing and gathering his items.

“Calculous.” You frown, “Sorry guys. We’ll see you later.”

  “Wait!” Scott almost tosses Malia off of him, meeting you two at the doors, “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? When you’re in heat, mating is available, and then babies, and just complete and utter chaos, okay? Marking is too, okay?”

“We’re helping Mason with homework, Scott.” She lies.

“Look, I can’t stop you from doing what you have to do, but you need to know the risk. Mating, and Marking. No sex.”

“No sex.” Liam nods.

  “No sex.” You smile, dashing out the door, grabbing Liam’s hand on the way out. He watches you push him into the passenger’s seat. He turns to face the rest of the group.

“Uh oh.”


“We’re not actually helping Mason with homework, are we?” Liam asks, as you push open his front door.

  “Hell no.” You mash your lips into his, grabbing his shoulders and roughly pushing him to the wall. Just your scent, was so enticing, that he lost all of his control. He turns you around, so your back collides with the wall. He grabs your hands, yanking them up and holding them against the wall above your head. You moan, when he pushes his knee between your thighs, bouncing it into your core.

“Fuck, Liam.”

  “You smell so fucking good.” He sighs, attacking your neck in light kisses. You tilt it as best you can, while he slips one of his hands to cover both of your wrists, and the other to move downwards. His claws begin to form, and he rips your shirt down the middle, slipping it off your shoulders.

“This is so stupid.” You breathe, “We should stop.”

“Is that what you want?” He asks, yanking down your pants roughly. You moan when he drops to his knees.

“What about Marking?” You groan, his teeth collecting the brim of your underwear and pulling down. “Mating?”

  “I’ll pull out.” You nod, your hands meeting his hair to tug and pull, “Fuck!” He shouts, your smell was so divine. He pushed himself off of you, grabbing your neck and kissing you again. The show of dominance had you weak at the knees, but you’d be damned if you let him see your submission. He pulls away, “Upstairs. Now.” You almost toppled over, the demand clearly effecting you in a way that made your arousal smell even better. You started walking up, shaking your hips in front of his face slowly. He slapped your bare ass once, “Stop teasing me and get the hell upstairs.” He growls. You jump, bouncing the rest of the way to his bedroom. He grabs your hair and pulls you closer to him, moving you to the bed. You lie down, bending your knees and spreading your legs.

  You stick two fingers in his mouth, watching him strip down to his boxers. You move your fingers between your thighs, playing with yourself. You rub your clit vigorously, before sticking two fingers into your opening. He grabs your hand, and pushes your fingers into his mouth. You moan, as his tongue swirls around your juices.

  “Mmm,” He hums, ripping away from you. He grabs your body while sitting on the edge of the bed, putting your stomach and hips over his legs. You whine at the thought of what is going to happen next. He rubs his hand over your lower half, running his fingers through your slit afterwards. Then, with a hard smack, he starts talking.

  “That was for teasing me at Lydia’s house on the couch.” He hits again, harder this time, “That was for grabbing me in the kitchen,” Another harsh slap is delivered, “That was for teasing me up the stairs,” With a final smack, your eyes turn bright yellow, letting out an animalistic snarl, “And that was for touching yourself while I was watching.”

“I’m sorry.” You moan, your fangs sprouting, “Fuck, I’m sorry. Just do something, anything. Please.”

“Awe.” He smiles, “You want something?”

“Mhm.”

“Anything?”

“Yes!” He shoves to fingers into your sopping pussy.

“Like this?” He asks, curling them into your g-spot. You gasp, nodding quickly.

  “Fuck, yes, just like that.” He brings his thumb up to play with your clit, watching your body squirm against his in the most delicious way. His other hand moves to your breasts, which were dangling off his legs. He grabs your left nipple, rolling the hard nub in his hand. “Fuck, Liam!”

“You like that?” He asks, as you buck your hips.

“Yes, yes yes, fuck!” Your legs begin to shake, your stomach tying in harder knots, “I’m gonna cum!”

“You’re gonna cum?” He asks, bouncing his knee repeatedly, “Beg me.” He demands, his inner wolf becoming more and more dominant.

“Please, Liam, please let me come!” You moan, gripping his leg tightly. Your claws begin to sprout, as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

  “Come for me, princess.” He whispers, giving a harsh smack to your ass again. You practically explode, your entire body shaking and twitching, as the best orgasm of your life happens, everything just too much. You let out a loud, wolf-like growl, before you grow weak. He pulls you up, so that you’re facing him.

“Did you like that, princess?”

“Fuck, yeah.” You nod, a lazy smile on your lips. He pushes you back on the back.

“Ready for more?”

  Usually, you would’ve been done, unable to continue, but because you were in heat, you couldn’t help but nod, your core already growing wet again. He leans down, licking a long strip up your pussy, before moving up to your lips. He pushes them against each other, this time slower, filled with passion, and not so much lust. Your eyes open, but instead of their usual color, they’re golden. Liam admires them, and before he knows it, his are glowing too. He slips his boxers off, stroking himself a few times, before grabbing a condemn from his nightstand. He rips open the package, slipping the rubber on himself.

  He pushes into you, moaning at the feeling. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He groans, thrusting a couple times. You gasp when he hits the exact spot inside of you, your head thrashing backwards. Your hands reach up and push into his hair as his thrusts get harder and faster.

  “Fuck, Liam!” You moan, your claws now digging into his back and slicing down. He howls, before the marks heal, his eyes already mirroring yours, with your bronze colors still illuminating the other’s face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He shouts, grabbing your face and kissing you again. His teeth clash with yours sloppily, his hand reaching down to rub at your clit.

“Fuck you’re amazing.” You whine, “Harder!”

“Harder?” He moans, going deeper inside of you, “You l-like it rough, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Liam, please.” Both of your voices sounded a little demonic, due to your transitions, but both of your faces were still natural, only your eyes and teeth showing your werewolf genes. He shoved his face into your neck, as his final thrusts sent you over the edge. You screamed, digging your fangs into his shoulder, before he mimicked the action, coming hard into the condemn. He stayed inside you for a couple moments, letting his breathing return to normal. He pulled out and pushed beside you, your chest still heaving dramatically.

“Sorry about your shoulder.” You say, a bit embarrassed.

  “Yeah, me too.” He says, wiping the blood from the mark that had healed. He stands up, taking the condemn off his cock, tying it and tossing it in the garbage. He wipes himself off, grabbing a cloth for you too. You wipe all of the extra fluids, such as spit, come and blood. His eyes flared golden at you, his eyebrows furrowing.

“What’s that?” He asks, pointing at you.

“What?”

“There’s like… an aura around you.”

“Huh?”

  “You know how Kira had an aura, the fox… well you have one too… it’s pink though, and it just surrounds you, but not in the shape of a fox… it’s just, surrounding you.” Your eyes flash to your wolf ones too.

“You have it around you too!”

“Do you think…?” Liam asks, “Do you think that means that we’re…”

“Mates?” Liam shrugs, your heartbeat quickening by the second, “We should probably call Scott.”

“We are not broken things, neither of us. We are cracked pottery mended with lacquer and flakes of gold, whole as we are, complete unto each other. Complete and worthy and so very loved.”

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Happy Warmth

#34: “You come into my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”
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A/N: WOW THIS IS FLUFFY AND IM ABOUT TO CRY IN CLASS ITS FREEZING AT MY SCHOOL AND HONESTLY THIS IS ALL I NEED
Word Count: 1.3k+ justablurb
Warnings: F L U F F WOW

Song:Technicolor Beat” by Oh Wonder


You pulled your blanket tighter over your tired shoulders, bunching its hem in your palms. Tonight was a cold night, one of the first nights of December, and it managed to reach you through the countless layers of fabric encasing you. The stinging chill of winter jolted you in and out of sleep, bringing you to a steady shudder as the night progressed. Your toes curled in your socks, knees tucked against your chest, as you began to drift.

And then there was the sharp rap on your window, the soft hum of your name from behind the glass. Your eyelids heavily opened, eyelashes sticky with exhaustion, broken sleep painting your irises.

That rap came again, impatient, demanding, warm against the night.

After recuperating from your daze of confusion, smeared with sleep-deprivation, you lifted your head to turn to the window. You turned because you knew it was him, in this deep of a night, in this chill of winter, he was there. Of course he would be there. Just what you needed.

And sure enough, there crouched a shuddering Peter, cheeks pink in need of warmth and breaths stained white with the icy air. He wore a large, navy sweatshirt, his “Stark Enterprises” hoodie, that he claimed to be his most prized possession. Sweatpants covered his legs, bunching at his hips from his stance. His hands were tucked under his armpits in a cross, his body shivering softly, untamed coffee curls falling over his forehead. He flashed a bright smile when you met his eyes. Bright and warm against the night and ice.

Scratching a clammy hand against your scalp, you uncurled your body and inched your feet over the side of the bed, socks brushing against the December-stained sheets. Just his presence helped you get to your feet, his warm eyes bubbling happiness in your chest.

With rigid fingers, you hoisted the window up, the breeze splashing against your cheeks. Instantaneously, Peter was hopping through the gap, fitting himself and his sweatshirt through the glass, slipping into the familiar room. Your room.

“Hey,” he breathed, sigh shaky. His hand reached and slammed the window shut, cutting off the circulation of the cold air outside. “Why is it - why is it so cold in here?”

His hands ran themselves up the back of his arms, attempting to rid his goosebumps. Brows furrowed, he observed your sleepy smile.

“The AC went out this afternoon,” you began, bringing a hand behind you to rub your neck, “and since it’s still partially working, our landlord refuses to fix it.” You shook your head in an annoyed laugh, voice raspy with exhaustion.

“Seriously?” Peter huffed, nose tugging up in disbelief. “Dude, that’s awful.”

You gave a small nod, crossing your arms tightly against your chest. So cold.

“But, uh,” you began, stuttering slightly, “why are you here? It’s like,” you gave a quick glance at your alarm clock, “4 o’clock.” Peter chuckled lightly, a small blush rising to his cheeks as he observed the ground.

“I just, uh, wanted to see you.”

And there was that smile again, pulling at his lips across a tightly clenched jaw, bringing a glow to his honey eyes. It was infectious, too, as it always had been. Your heart smiled along with the boy, your chest smiled, your eyes smiled, your lips smiled. He was just happiness.

“It was really cold, and I missed you,” he stammered, breathless, gaze breaking from yours. It was adorably flattering how giddy he was, how nervous, how excited, even now, after so long. This was Peter, had always been Peter, this was happiness.

With a light laugh, you moved towards him, freezing toes catching warmth as you neared. Resting your head in the crook of his neck, shoulder against his chest, arms still tightly bunched against your chest, you smiled into him. His arms gently wrapped themselves across your back, hugging you tighter and warmer and happier. He was warm, even though he was cold, he was warm. His touch was balmy and comforting and happy.

“It’s so cold, Peter,” you huffed, laughing lightly against the Stark logo.

“I know, I know,” he whispered into your hair, chapped lips catching small strands, arms running up and down your back in an effort to warm you. It worked; the blood was soon rushing through your limbs again, melting away the icy exterior that had been painted over you.

“But you know what?” you smiled, peering up to look at him. You rested a hand softly against the neck of his hoodie, palm pressing against the fabric.

“Hm?” Peter questioned, gaze dropping to meet your eyes. A messy smile laid on his lips.

“You’re pretty hot.”

You laughed, watching his cheeks heat with a light pink, watching his eyes grow a little wide with admiration, watching his chest lift as he inhaled a slightly deep breath than before. He broke into a light chuckle, flattered at your goofy remark.

“Uh, thanks,” he grinned, gripping your shoulders against him. He never, ever believed you when you complimented him on his looks, and you could tell that he didn’t entirely believe you now, with his jaw still tight, but it made him feel good. You knew it made him feel good, and bringing him the same happiness he gave to you was what you strived to do.

“You’re pretty cute, too,” he smiled, returning the compliment with sincerity.  He laid a small kiss on your hairline, before pulling you closer and rocking you in his arms. You could feel the smile on his chest, in his arms, dancing along his fingers. You could feel his smile, his happiness.

You swayed for a moment, soaking each other in. Relishing in the warmth, in the breathing, in the admiration and hope and love and longing. Because this was Peter, this was just what you needed, this was the heat to warm off the chill.

“Hey, uh, do you think I could crash here tonight?” His voice was soft and hesitant, kissing the air.

You nodded your head against his neck, nose brushing his Adam’s apple.

“Sure.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled into your hair, bringing his chin to rest on the top of your head. “I kind of don’t want to go back outside. It’s freezing.”

“I don’t blame you,” you sighed, closing your eyes and breathing him in.

“And I wanted to cuddle.”

His soft words brought that genuine contentment back to your thoughts and a bubble of laughter broke between your lips, tickling against his neck.

“Of course you do,” you breathed. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, just to cuddle.”

He laughed at this, the honeyed sound of his happiness summery in the icy air. He mumbled a small “yep”, chuckling against you.

And then you were both climbing into your bed, after Peter clumsily kicked his shoes off, folding the blankets over your limbs, coaxing the warmth out of each other’s cold bodies, snuggling tightly in the sheets. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight, his sock-covered feet tangling with yours. His balmy breaths fanned over your neck, slowing as he drifted into a light sleep. You held his hand in yours, running soft circles on his palm.

His chest was flush against your back, strong and comforting. His feeling was buttery and honeyed and warm and happy, surging waves of rolling contentment through your veins.

“This is perfect,” you muttered into your pillow, biting the inside of your cheek. So happy.

Peter hummed softly, agreeing, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. His curls were spreading over you, the dusty brown mixing with your strands, his eyelids pleasantly closed.

“You’re perfect,” the boy sighed, the words tickling your neck, sending radiating surges of happiness, of Peter, down your collarbones, dripping across your chest, down your legs, and to your toes. His voice was sleepy and comforting and raspy and you relaxed beneath the heavy weight of his arms. You inhaled deeply, breathing in the moment, in his compliment, in him. Breathing in the cutting happiness of Peter against the frosty aroma of the air. 

So warm.


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Bts reaction to you having a choking kink

Request 1: Hi! Bts reaction to you holding on to him and thrusting up during sex while moaning. 💖💖💖thank you!

Request 2: BTS reaction to you asking them to choke you during rough sex? Thanks

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WARNING: DADDY CONTENT. This isn’t a representation of sexual abuse. Is a version of two party agreement.


Jin

You were holding on him so tightly, even Jin was feeling the scratches on his back. And honestly it was getting out of control. You knew his back was his pride and any scratches you left on his back meant he can’t show his back for a while. Automatically his hand locked itself around your neck, gentely choking you. “I was clear when I said no scratches on my back. But you just never listen, do you?” He said as he thrusted so hard you choked out a moan containing the word “Yes.”

Yoongi

Yoongi hated when you were quiet during sex. He liked to hear you mewing and begging. It made him proud of his work, but sometimes you were keeping quiet on purpose, then Yoongi just snapped. Just like he did now. His hand wrapped around your neck touching the exact place to make your head lightweighted. “You wanna keep quiet? Fine. Now you won’t be able to say anything at all, huh princess?” with every word he delivered a new harder thrust and make your eyes water with tears, but after all, that’s why you kept quiet.

Namjoon

Namjoon hold a certain pride in choking you. He liked the whole idea of it. The way his fingers will just wrap around your neck, making your voice stop, was giving him such a strong feeling of pride that no one else knows how to touch you but him. When he wanted an answer he’ll loose his fingers giving you time to breath in which he just pound into you so hard, the oxygen will come out of your lungs. “Such a beautiful girl. Daddies girl.”

Hoseok

Hobi didn’t like to choke you honestly. He only did as apunishment, when you were such a bad girl, Hoseok just had to make you pay. He knew that no punishment made you behave like when he choked you. You were his little girl and when your oxygen was stopped you knew not to mess with him and that things were serious. But instead of letting you go, this whole situation turned him on even more and he thrusted into you so hard, you had to hold on to him.

Jimin

You both liked choking. He choked you somtimes to the brink of unconciousness. And just before you feel like you can take it anymore, he will loose his hand from around your neck. Gently kissing your neck over and over again. “Daddy loves you so much. You did great. I’m sorry if I went a little overbroad it’s just that I can’t control myself when you look at me with those eyes. Y/n baby, stop teasing, I’m trying to be gentle here. That was it! You want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you.” H said as he thrusted in you balls deep, making you cry out loud.

Taehyung

Tae just loved choking you. That was it. It’s one of his biggest kinks. Thrusting hard into you, seeing your body bounce so hard because of the thrusts he delivered. Your hair messy, your lips chanting his name like a prayer, the diamond Gucci custom made choker shining on your neck. It was the highest class leather with diamonds on it. When he tugged on it, your face became pure perfection. “A beautiful kitten with a beautiful pussy are you? That’s right. Try to tell daddy how much you love it when he tuggs on it.”

Jungkook

Respect and discipline was all Jungkook asked for in the bedroom. No messy acts, no going out of line, unless…when you were so crazily beautiful, he just couldn’t control himself. Layed in front of him, naked, only the knee-high socks covering your feet. A beauty. But…disrespectful one. “You really had to do that? You really want to try my patience, do you? On your hands and knees!” But on your hands and knees he could control himself. He couldn’t, however, when you turned around, meowing like a little kitten, begging him to go a little faster. He lost it all. His hand wrapped itself tightly around your neck, his lips inches away from your ear. “Like this?” and the golden man just couldn’t let his pride get hurt, hwne he thrusted into you so hard, you became putty in his hands.


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fam(ily) - one | pkjm

parent!au: park jimin
A single father of twins show you the true meaning of family and what it takes to love like a parent, even if they aren’t your own.
word count: 4.8k
genre: fluFF?? aNGST?!? idk jimin is a dad

one | two

[A/N]: goin straight to the point, our little family by the very talented @nightbts heavily inspired me to write this fanfic !! I absolutely lovLOVEelovelove that story, so much i made my friend read it WITH me. its a beautifully written piece and i never knew i loved parent!jimin so much. sis i wasn’t lying when i said it inspired me to write my own !! pls enjoy, dont have high expectations bc its not anywhere near how good OLF is lol

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“I don’t think you’re going to find a decent girl at the club.” Jungkook said entering the noisy, dark building.

Jimin laughed, “who said I’m trying to find a decent girl?”

Taehyung rose an eyebrow. “So what are you going to do when she wants to hook up? Bring her back to your place with your twins in the next room?”

Jimin frowned and ordered the first drink on the menu. “No.. I don’t know.” You, the only girl bartender in the club, fixed the drink in the fastest manner Jimin has ever seen. You poured it into a glass and slid it towards the man. He lifted it, weary as to how it was going to taste. The glass rim touched his lips and the alcohol burned his throat as he took it all in.

“Can we just enjoy the night?” Jimin asked when he saw the other two awkwardly hesitant. “I’m not bringing home anyone, guys. I came out here to forget that I was a single dad working a 9 to 5 job.”

Jungkook laughed and patted his best bud’s shoulder. “That’s a little hard to forget when your babies are both of your wallpapers.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and shrugged off his friend’s hand. Taehyung walked off to flirt with the girl bartender down the bar. Jimin was left alone, swirling the ice and liquor in his heavy glass.

“Rough night?” You asked as you polished the cups. He looked around to make sure you were addressing him. Taehyung had wandered off to another girl and you had walked back over. He peered up to see your soft smile. Your eyelashes fluttered against your pale cheeks. Your hair was secured messily in a bun.

Jimin laughed it off, not sure how to answer that question. It was more of a rough entire six years and since he had twins, it felt multiplied by two. “You could say that.”

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Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 7)

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“He won.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

“Then don’t say that!”

“Well I’m pretty sure!”

“Why is it taking so long?”

“It was a pretty even match.”

“One beer left, anyone want it–”

“Shhh!” You and Calum break from your bickering to join forces in shushing Kennedy.

She rolls her eyes from behind the couch, turning on her heels to retreat back into the kitchen.

“Wait, I do.” Calum realizes what she was asking and corrects his manners, holding his hand out to collect the drink.

Kennedy scoffs and gives the can a good shake before handing it over.

“Prick,” Calum mutters, placing on the coffee table the beer that he now has to wait to open.

You squirm on the couch beside him, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees, wide eyes glued to the TV screen. It’s been impossible for you to sit still since the match began, and even moreso now that the results are taking forever to come in. The pressure of the fight’s importance only adds to your usual discomfort, the impact that a win will have on either boxers’ career going to be colossal, and you really, really want it to go toward the one that you’re pulling for.

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beneficial (m)

word count: 13780

a/n: this literally took weeks to write and plan, and i’m so happy with the way it came out :)

|| You’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. So you guess it has its perks.

> Friends with Benefits! Jungkook

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New environments were never a comforting thought for a young child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still as shy as they come.

The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her friends.

A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired boy began to swing his feet.

Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.

“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met her surprised face.

“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His black hair bounced as he nodded.

“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are you, lady?”

Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”

“Then who are you?”

“Y/N!”

“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.

Someone actually likes her shoes.

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Anything, For You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,958

Summary: Dean is absolutely, completely, in love with the reader. But of course, something always goes wrong. 

Song: Thinking ‘Bout You - Dua Lipa 

A/N: I know I’ve written a similar concept before, but I got my wisdom teeth out two days ago, and in a drug induced state, I wrote this. Thankfully, my friend Fem re-read it and fixed everything that definitely needed fixing (whoops.) I really hope you guys like this, and I’m begging you, please send in any comments and critiques! Let me know if you want a part two! 

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Dean pulled the blanket up over your shoulder, letting it rest just below your chin. You had fallen asleep not twenty minutes into the movie. First your head fell onto his shoulder, then slid down to his arm, then eventually met his thighs.

Gently, he ran his fingers through your hair. Dean knew that you weren’t aware of the full extent of his affections, and that you would probably never would find out. But, he also knew that it did not matter to him whether or not you did. All he ever wanted was to keep you close by and safe. 

“I’m gonna head to bed.” Sam said quietly, stretching as he stood up from the chair.

Dean nodded, “I’ll take Y/N to her room.”

Carefully, he lifted up your sleeping figure and clutched you to his chest as he made his way through the dimly lit hallway, and to your bedroom door.

“Night.” He said, as if you could hear, and placed you under your covers.

His socked feet slid against the floor as he walked to his own room, head in hand. Dean rubbed his eyes before changing into a new t-shirt and boxers.

It couldn’t have been more than two hours when he heard a faint cry through the wall separating your bedrooms. In seconds, he was by your side. Dean watched your face contort from sadness to anguish, then eventually fear.

“Y/N.” He whispered your name, “Hey, hey, wake up.” He pleaded, hands gripping at your shoulders.

“I’m right here.” He shook you gently, praying you would open your eyes quickly.

You woke up finally, reaching up and gripping Dean’s t-shirt. He exhaled with relief as he watched your features relax.

“Sorry.” You whispered, laying back down against your pillow. “I’m-”

“It’s fine. You’re fine.” Dean’s voice was raspy, laced with sleep.

Nights like these were common, almost routine for you and Dean. Sometimes it was you screaming through the night, pulling Dean closer; other times it Dean who clung to your figure as he fought to wake up.

“Thank you.” You finally settled on two simple words, before letting go of Dean. He gripped your hand and stood up from your bed.

“See you in the morning.” He said, and you turned onto your side, watching his figure leave as he shut the door.

When morning finally did come, you took a quick shower and met the brothers in the kitchen for breakfast.

“Anything new?” You asked Sam, who was leaning over the counter with a newspaper in his hand.

“Yeah, actually…” He trailed off, and you raised a brow at him.

Dean shrugged when your eyes met his, asking for an explanation.

You grabbed a piece of toast and buttered it, waiting patiently for Sam to finish the article and elaborate.

“How’d you sleep?” Dean asked suddenly, while taking the seat across from you at the table. Your eyes lifted to meet his.

“The second half of the night was definitely better.” You stated, “Thanks to you.”

“You should seriously consider watching some comedies before bed.” Dean joked, earning a soft smile from you.

You were about to respond when Sam interrupted.

“Guys-” He started, “This has got to be a werewolf.”

Sam placed the newspaper on the table, in between yours and Dean’s plates. His finger was stuck on one paragraph where an eyewitness account was written up.

“This woman described a werewolf kill, perfectly.” Sam looked between the two of you and you nodded, taking a bite of your toast.

“It’s worth checking out.” You stated.

“Where is it?” Dean asked.

Sam looked closer at the paper, “In the area, actually. A couple towns over.”

“Let’s leave in an hour.” Dean decided.

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Sam had done his research quickly, connecting the werewolf to a man who lived at the address Dean had finally pulled up to. The man might not even know that he is a killer at night. You swallowed thickly, staring at the front door.

“Here.” Dean jammed a handful of silver bullets into your palm, his fingers lingering for longer than they should have.

“Thanks.” You loaded them into your gun.

You grabbed your FBI jacket, and Dean watched as you popped the collar before setting it back down again.

“Let’s go, Agent.” You cracked a smile and tucked your gun into your pants.

Dean landed a curt knock on the door, and a very nice looking man swung the door open.

“Can I help you?” He asked, and you studied his face. He seemed kind. You sighed.

“I’m Agent Walters,” You said, flipping open your credentials.

Dean had grabbed the copy of this false identification, his reading Agent Walters as well.

“I’m her husband, Agent Walters.” Dean said, and you had to stifle a cough.

“Oh, how wonderful it must be to work side by side.” The man stated, opening the door further. “Come in. How can I help?”

While he busied himself with locking the door behind you and Dean, you whispered violently at Dean, asking for an explanation. He passed you his identification card, and you understood the mistake he had made.

“Fuck.” You whispered, and shuffled the card back to Dean.

“So, Mr. Williams,” You began, “There have been neighborhood disturbances as you have probably heard.”

“Yes, it’s been a tough month for this town.” He agreed.

“There has also been a murder, which we are hoping to shine more light onto.” You clasped your hands.

“Are you suggesting I know something?” Williams leaned back in his chair, eyes wide.

“What my wife here is trying to say is,” Dean’s hand met yours, prying your fingers apart and into his own. “We just need to know every detail possible.”

Dean’s attention wavered for a moment. He couldn’t focus on anything else but how perfectly his hand felt holding yours.

“Well, agents, I wish I could help. But actually, lately I’ve had a tough time with my memory. I must be getting older.” He stated, scratching at his head.

You looked at Dean, both of you understanding that Sam’s research was right. The sweet middle-aged man who sat before you, was a stone cold killer at night.

“That’s alright.” Your eyes hit the floor before meeting his, “Thank you.”

“If you think of anything else,” Dean gave him a false business card, “Call us.”

“No problem.” Mr. Williams shut the door, its slam sending chills up your spine.

You followed Dean back to the car.

“Well?” Sam asked from the passenger seat.

“We should check out the house tonight to make sure, but there’s a ninety percent chance it’s him.” You stated.

When the sun finally set, you decided to accompany Dean on the stakeout.

The Impala rested on the other side of the street from Mr. Williams’s home. You watched through the window as he turned on his television, watching a documentary of some sort.

The night air was cold, seeping its way into the car’s interior. You leaned over the seat and grabbed a blanket, draping it around yourself.

You looked over at Dean, his profile illuminated solely by the moonlight.

“Here.” Dean suddenly spoke, his hand reaching to pass you his hot coffee.

“It’s fine.” You smiled, “Thanks, though.”

He shrugged, “You sure?”

When you nodded, he finally took a sip.

You eyes wandered around the small suburban neighborhood. Trees lined the sidewalks, which tucked houses into their own landscapes.

“What?” Dean asked, watching your eyes.

You turned to him, “Imagine living somewhere like this.”

He exhaled and took another sip of his drink, “The bunker has more square footage.” He joked.

You cracked a smile, and nestled yourself deeper into the leather seat.

“Still…” You thought, “A window would be nice.”

Dean’s heart nearly broke at the statement. There were no windows in the bunker, just bricks lining the walls from floor to ceiling.

“Let’s buy a house then.” Dean said. His tone was serious, but you took it as a joke. A laugh bubbled up from your throat. Dean wasn’t one for a picket-fence life, but he’d do it for you. He would do absolutely anything, for you.

“Yeah, we’ll pay a mortgage and everything.” You continued to smile through your sentence.

“If that’s what you want.” Dean stated simply.

You furrowed your brows, slowly realizing he might just be serious. You searched his face for an answer, but a loud crash ripped you from your concentration.

“Call Sam.” Dean tossed you his phone before grabbing his gun.

Sam was right. Williams, in werewolf form, had just broken straight through his large window, and was running towards the woodsy area down the street.

You punched in Sam’s number, asking him to come as backup.

Thirty minutes later, you were deep in the trees foliage, with Sam only a couple yards behind you and Dean.

“Dean.” Sam called forwards.

The eldest Winchester stopped in his tracks, putting out his arm so you would stop as well.

“He’s going to make his way back out to civilization soon enough.” Sam said quietly. “He needs to kill.”

You sighed and looked between both brothers.

“Then, let’s meet him there first.” You suggested. “Beat him to it.”

The three of you walked nearly six blocks before hitting a small city-like town that bordered the one you had just left. Nearly every store was already shut. Light from the streetlamps flooded the streets with a stale yellow that made your stomach churn. You hated hunting at night.

“There.” Dean whispered, motioning with his hand towards a motel.

A large shadow was walking towards the side entrance, you recognized it as the wolf instantly.

“Shit.” You muttered, seeing a woman standing by the same door.

It wasn’t until a large growl sounded that Sam and Dean began sprinting across the street, running as fast as they possibly could.

You caught up quickly, keeping your eyes trained on the innocent woman.

It wasn’t a thought-through move. You hadn’t had to think twice when you saw the wolf pounce forward. Instantly, you dove forward, pushing the woman to the ground.

“Y/N!” Dean shouted.

A heavy weight landed on you. The werewolf’s claws ripped through your arm and your body responded with a blood curdling scream.

Somewhere, you heard the echoes of bullets being fired.

“Dean! Stop!” You heard Sam shout. In a matter of seconds, the wolf was pushed off of your body. Dean had jumped forward and put all of his weight into knocking the monster off. Your head hit the pavement for the second time that night as the wolf’s claws let go.

You fell unconscious while Dean shot at it, killing it with two bullets to the chest.

“What the hell, Dean?!” Sam shouted at his brother. “You could’ve killed yourself like that!”

He ignored his brother, and instead knelt down to your figure. He grabbed his jacket and peeled it off before wrapping it around your bleeding arm.

“Your priority is killing the monster, not yourself!”

“No.” Dean stated, his voice elevating, “Y/N, is my priority!”

Sam’s eyes widened as he stared at his brother.

“Now, help me.” Dean took in a deep breath and began trying to wake you up.

As the blood loss began to slow due to Dean applying pressure, your eyes began to open.

Darkness was the first thing you saw, until the moon came into view. Your back was pressed against the pavement, your head in someone’s hand.

“She’s up.” The voice was muffled. Your initial reaction was to move, to get away from the situation; but, the sudden resurfacing of blinding pain in your arm caused you to groan.

“Come on, Y/N. We gotta go.” Green eyes were staring into your own.

“Who?”

Haunting Me (Chap. 5)

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

Warnings: Mentions of racism. Flashbacks. Angst.



Since the little occurrence at the motel twenty four hours ago, you’ve been held in the Stark tower and interrogated by Alexander Pierce himself. He was convinced that you were working with Bucky and conspiring with him on multiple terrorist attacks, which was highly untrue. You had a perfectly clean record; you hadn’t even missed a single day of school until now, so the thought of you having anything to do with The Winter Soldier and Hydra was complete bullshit according to Nick Fury.

He was there the entire time as well, countering every little accusation that Pierce threw at you with hard facts. Every attack that had happened in the last few months happened while you were seeing by numerous people on the other side of the city. Hell, even your professor confirmed your whereabouts on those dates, but that didn’t stop Pierce from threatening you.

“I think we’re forgetting that she was kidnapped,” Fury spoke as he crossed his arms. “And held hostage for an entire day and a half. There were multiple witnesses that saw him not only chasing her, but abducting her as well.”

“Which is why I believe she knows something,” Pierce countered, peering over at you with a frustrated scowl. “Why on earth would Hydra’s top assassin go absolutely haywire and kidnap this random woman? Why her? What made him act that way?”

You rolled your eyes and took another sip of your coffee. You were beyond exhausted and wanted nothing more than to crawl into your bed and sleep forever. You hoped and prayed that Bucky would magically appear in your apartment, but you knew the chances were slim to none.

“Can I leave now?” you asked, your eyes staring at the metal table below you.

“No,” Pierce spoke briefly, before standing from the chair. Without another word, he left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Look, kid,” Fury sighed as he sat in the empty chair across from you. He rubbed his temples with his fingertips. “Did the guy mention anything to you? Where he was going or anything like that?”

You shook your head, feeling the familiar burn of tears threating to form in your eyes. “No,” you answered, swallowing the lump in your throat. He didn’t mention anything. You both were pretty preoccupied before Steve popped up, but you completely left those intimate parts out. You didn’t exactly fancy talking about your sexual escapades with random people.

“Alright,” he nodded, giving you a tight smile as he stood from the chair. “We’re gonna have you fill out some paperwork and you’ll be on your way. I’ll send Rogers in here; he’s dying to talk to you.”  

You nodded, giving him a small smile. However, on the inside, you were screaming. You had so many bones to pick with Steve at the moment; you wanted all of your questions answered immediately.

A few minutes after Fury excused himself, the door squeaked open and you heard the familiar sound of a shield being set down against the floor. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor filled the room, followed by a deep sigh.

“Did you know?” you asked, avoiding his eyes.

After a long, pregnant pause he answered.

“Yes.”

“How long?” you demanded.

“The entire time,” he admitted, his eyes filled with sadness. You scoffed.

“You knew me,” you confirmed. “The old me. Jane.”

Steve’s eyes lit up as soon as he heard the name fell from your lips. He nodded once again, sniffling softly. You looked over at him, expecting him to be in tears of sadness, but instead, you found him smiling. You looked down at the manila folder in his hands curiously, your eyes flickering back to him.

“What’s that?” you asked warily.

Steve placed the folder down on the table and gently slid it towards you.

“It’s your life, Y/N.” He replied. You inhaled deeply as you opened the folder.

Inside there was a giant older photo of you, smiling brightly. It looked as though it was taken in one of those old school photo booths from the Coney Island carnivals. Your hair was curled in the typical 1940’s fashion, your lips dark with the red lipstick you always wore. Your dress was a deep red with little white polka dots. Beside you was Bucky. He grinned that same dorky grin from your memory as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leaned his head against yours. He looked so happy and full of life.

You both did.

“What happened to me?” you asked, feeling the tears run down your cheeks.  

“In 1943, you were diagnosed with lung cancer from second hand smoke. You died six months later.” Steve replied, blinking away his own tears that threatened to fall.

The next photo was one of the three of you. Steve was in the middle, with you and Bucky on either sides of him, holding up what looked to be a birthday cake. You let out a small laugh at the sight of tiny, pre-serum Steve with a party hat perched on his head. The three of you looked as though you were laughing hysterically, enjoying each other’s company.

You flipped over to the third photo, which was a black and white picture. It was taken at the beach this time. Only, instead of Bucky or Steve, your arm was wrapped around a very beautiful and much younger brunette and vice versa. She was holding a lollipop in her hand, her head resting on your shoulder as she grinned. You squinted as you took in her features. She was familiar, but not enough to ring any bells.

“Who is this?” you asked, picking the photo up.

“That’s Rebecca Barnes, Bucky’s younger sister.” Steve answered, smiling sheepishly. “That was taken on the day you both met for the first time. Bucky took the picture.”

You felt your head ache once again, and this time, you didn’t fight it.

1941

“Okay, dolls,” Bucky laughed as he peered into the camera and aimed it at the two of you. “Make sure you actually look this time, this film is expensive as hell.”

Usually, people didn’t lean in too close to you. They usually awkwardly stood beside as if they were forced by some invisible threat. No one liked taking pictures with colored people, and that instantly sent a wave of anxiety through you. But to your surprise, Rebecca scooted as close to you as possible and flung her arm over your shoulders. She rested her head on your shoulder and grinned.

You swore you felt your heart nearly fly out of your chest. Nevertheless, you found yourself smiling like an idiot at the camera.

“Okay you two,” he exclaimed. “On three!”

You both stood as still as possible as he pressed the button, causing the giant flash to temporarily blind you both. You giggled as you rubbed your eyes, trying to rid your sight of the little dark spots that swarmed your vision.

But just as you set your hands down, you felt Rebecca lean in close to your ear and cup her hands around her mouth, her eyes flickering over to Bucky as he fiddled with the camera.  

“I’m so glad I met you, Jane!” she whispered with a smile. “I’ve always wanted a sister!”

“Y/N?” Steve repeated, this time his voice was a bit louder. You blinked, shaking your head.

“I remember!” you breathed, peering back up at a highly concerned Steve as he stared back at you in confusion. “She told me a secret that day.”

“I know,” Steve chuckled as he took the photo from your hand and stared down at it. “You wouldn’t stop talking about it for days. It took you an entire week for you to finally shut up.”

You both let out a laugh, a genuine laugh that held no type of ill feelings or nervousness.

2016

You found out a whole lot about yourself the past two years.

Your name was Jane Collins; you lived with your younger sister, June. You grew up in New York City with your family. You wanted to become an actress like your idol, Judy Garland. You absolutely loved polka dot dresses and worked at an ice cream shop named Lucy’s, where you met Bucky in 1939.

Out of all the things you couldn’t stand, you absolutely hated cigarettes. The mere smell of them made you automatically nauseous, which was so ironic, seeing as you ended up addicted to them in this life.

However, as you began regaining memories, you began to wonder if Y/N Y/L/N was even a real person anymore. Should you go by your new name in this life, or should you be Jane? You were so confused.

“Your life now is a fresh start,” Natasha told you one day as you both met for lunch. The sun shined down on her fiery red hair, giving you a perfect muse to draw later. “Sometimes it’s best to leave the past in the past.”

Those words struck you like a cord. She was right. As much as you wanted to be Jane for Steve, you weren’t that woman anymore. Sure, it would cause comfort for him, but you were you. You had to live in the moment and be who yourself.

Ever since you found out your true nature, Steve began bringing you around the tower more often. You quickly formed a friendship with everyone, especially Wanda, who was intrigued by your story the most. You began to think of the Avengers as a little second family.

You spent your days attending school, trying to focus on your career and your studies. But no matter what, your thoughts always went back to the same man, Bucky Barnes. Where was he? Was he safe? You prayed he was.

Natasha had tried to set you up with a few men here and there, but you found yourself denying them each time. It wasn’t out of spite or anything, you just…weren’t interested. Truth be told, you weren’t interested in anyone else than a certain brown haired super soldier. You knew it was childish, but you didn’t care anymore. You wanted to see him again, and if that meant waiting around like a crazy cat lady, so be it. Steve tried to tell you how unrealistic that was, but you only responded by raising your fuzzy sock covered foot and giving him a gentle kick to the face, sending him flying off your couch.

2017

You made your way up the final stair case in exhaustion. Your hands were occupied by your large, freshly dried canvas that you would be turning in for your final tomorrow. This would be your final project before graduation and you had to make sure it was perfect, even if that meant staying up until five am like you did the night before.

When you approached your door, fishing your keys out of your coat pocket, you froze.

Your door was open.

Sometimes, you tended to rush as you left and forgot simple things, but not once had you forgotten to lock your door –much less forgetting to close it. You gently pushed the door open, wincing as it squeaked loudly. That was the worst idea ever.

You peeked inside your darkened living room. Everything looked exactly the same; nothing was missing from what you could tell. You took a wary step into the room, setting your canvas down against the wall and pulling out your small stun gun that Tony had given you for your birthday this year.

You found it extremely odd that someone would break in, only to leave everything there and not take anything. You made your way into your bedroom, kicking the door open and peeking inside. Nothing. Not even the light was on. You turned around and made your way into the second room in your apartment, which was strictly used for your paintings.

Immediately, you began to panic. What if someone from school vandalized your paintings? You had an entire year’s worth of work in there; most of it was going into the gallery as well. You felt your heart race as you neared the door, which was slightly ajar. Completely not how you left it.  With a deep breath, you opened the door.

And you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

“W-What the fuck?” you breathed, your eyes filling with tears.

You watched as a very normal Bucky Barnes turned around and looked into your eyes. Instead of the cold, dead ones you came in contact with two years ago, you were faced with two lively, ocean blue orbs. They were beautiful, even more than you remembered.

“Hello, Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes staring into yours. 

You blinked, unable to form any coherent sentences.

“Bucky?”


-Fin! 

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