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Practice

Requested by @captaindanindlovu​. I hope you like it!

Summary: Jared Padalecki x reader. Gen gives Jared and the reader permission to do what they’d like.

Warning: Smut, dry humping

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I’m still new to this RPF thing, so I hope y’all enjoy this! XOXO


Sex scenes aren’t the most comfortable scenes to shoot.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re shooting in front of the guy’s wife, who just happens to be visiting and has been given permission to be on the closed set.

Sex scenes are even more uncomfortable when you’re trying to get over the attraction you’ve developed to said married guy.

And sex scenes are incredibly uncomfortable when the married guy who you’re simulating sex with gets an erection. In front of the visiting wife.

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Holding Out For A Hero - Peter Parker

Characters: Peter Parker/Reader

Word Count: 2,229

Warnings: Mild Violence

Notes: This is my first time posting some of my writing on Tumblr! I was contemplating whether or not to create a whole separate blog for fanfiction, but I’m not sure yet. Hope you enjoy! Please comment to let me know what you think! P.S. This is super gross and short and I was too lazy to finish it, sorry. 


THREE WEEKS AGO

“Okay, what is the metallurgical process called in which a metal is obtained in a fused state?” You recited from a passage in the textbook, slightly stumped yourself if it wasn’t for the answer column on the right side of the page. Peter chewed on the tip of his eraser, tapping his pencil against his splayed homework, which, still happened to be blank. You could see the cogs and gears working in his head, but something was distracting him. His normally bright features were reduced to a dim, throbbing pulse, and his mouth had been eternally drawn into a frown. 

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Can-can you repeat the question again?”

“The answer was smelting,” you stated bluntly, feeling a morsel of pity harden in your chest. The period was almost over, but Peter was in no shape to take the chemistry quiz tomorrow, even if it was a small part of his overall grade. Surely you could extend the session for a little while longer, right? Just until he got the gist of it. The shortcoming of light and unbreathable tension that had befallen the muggy atmosphere made it hard for you to pinpoint his pronounced apprehension, yet even in your half-awake, disheveled state, you could still manage to discern every exhausted feature of the boy that sat before you in the afternoon murkiness.

Peter’s shoulders slumped and he held his face in his hands, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I am so, so sorry, Y/N. This is useless. I’m wasting your time. Thanks for trying to help me, but we’ve been at this for ages.“  

“Hey,” you cooed, placing a hand on his leg, only realizing minutes after an awkward deadlock that your comforting gesture was anything but platonic. You withdrew your arm almost immediately, your fingers inadvertently brushing past the outer of his thigh in a frantic frenzy to recompose yourself, and your cheeks flushed a reddish hue you hoped he would assume from the sun’s harsh glares.

 Peter’s lower lip was close to bleeding from all the anxious gnawing he had accomplished in the alarmingly-short time frame. You were used to being able to ease people’s worries fairly quickly, yet upon witnessing Peter’s neurotic state with your very two eyes, the more you tried to help him, the more you continued to nourish his discomposure.

The petulant frown on your face turned briefly apologetic, and the knot manifesting in the bottom of your stomach tightened unforgivably. “How about we take a break? I can cook some food for us downstairs. My parents are working late tonight, so I’d pretty much be on my own anyways. It’s really no trouble, Peter.” 

The boy’s head perked up instantly. “Did you just call me by my first name?” he mused, grinning wryly. 

You laughed halfheartedly. “Don’t get used to it.”

Peter followed you into the kitchen, hoisting himself up onto the counter rather fluidly, and he wrung his hands in his lap, watching as you gathered various ingredients from the cupboards. With armfuls of spices and cutlery, you disgorged your ever-growing pile onto a cutting board, accidentally dropping a ceramic bowl in the process. You barely had time to shriek as your mother’s esteemed dish tumbled towards the tiles, but before it could shatter into shards, Peter reached down and grabbed it out of thin air, catching it centimeters from the ground. 

“This-ah-I think this is yours,” he offered shyly, slowly handing you the bowl that should have been blown to smithereens if it wasn’t for his unnaturally quick reflexes. With your mouth agape, you stared at Peter in awe, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Did he? Could he? How was that even possible? You had seen Peter during P.E. He wasn’t fast, and he wasn’t athletic. His coordination was okay, but compared to everybody else, he was as ordinary as they came. 

Speechless, you returned to your cooking, turning the dial on the stove as you waited for the burners to heat up. The crackle of fire permeated throughout the room. 

“How-how did you do that?” You exasperated, placing your hands on your hips incredulously. Okay, now you knew for certain that something was seriously off. The whole night had been weird, but that—that was absurd

Peter obviously wasn’t expecting you to be so upfront, judging by the fact that he was stuffing his face with a half-eaten bag of croutons. “Do what?” he mumbled, swallowing thickly. 

“This! How did you do this?” You shook the bowl accusingly in his presence, your eyes aflame with a spark of lunacy, searching for any plausible answer in your frustratingly empty head. It wasn’t logical. Nobody was that quick. Not even Quicksilver. 

Peter flinched. “Guess I got lucky?”

“Pfft, yeah, right. It was luck. Will you get lucky on your chemistry quiz tomorrow, too?” Maybe you were being a little harsh, but you didn’t believe him for a second. 

You could feel his eyes perusing the kitchen as you shoveled a thinning pile of vegetables into the pan, nudging them around with a wooden spatula. Right as the cabbage and peas and carrots hit the surface, the oil popped like bubbles in champagne. The two of you managed to make small talk for a while, but the conversation didn’t last long. You mixed in the rice next, wincing as flecks of oil bit at your wrist. Peter descried your unease almost immediately. 

He was about to say something before his phone went off, and repentantly, he ducked out of the room, picking up the call. You could hear his footsteps hike idly up the stairs. It was probably just someone checking in on him, right? But then again, why did he have to go all the way upstairs to answer it? That boy was hiding something, and you would get to the bottom of it, no matter how long it took. You dumped the frying pan over two China bowls, scooping out the fried rice with haste. 

Stealthily, you ascended towards the top of the stairwell, following the muffled voice that trailed down the corridor, ending at the bathroom door. The walls were somewhat soundproof, so you could only catch snippets here and there, but at one point, you thought you’d heard your name. You didn’t want to jar the partition open—or even jostle the knob to see if it was locked—because Peter would notice either way. Your fingers itched to yank open the door—to expose him for the liar that he was. And to think that you were just starting to tolerate him. 

Suddenly, as you were about to knock, the door flung open and you tripped over your toes, crashing into Peter’s chest with the grace of a newborn calf. You let out a high-pitched scream before foolishly realizing that you had yet to hit the ground, and with hesitance, you opened your eyes, baffled to find Peter staring back at you with the exact same expression of fear written in the worry lines of his face. Contrary to the manic beating of the boy’s heart, his arms were steadily fastened around your waist, hugging you close to his body. There was a moment where his embrace squeezed your ribs a little too tightly, but you didn’t want him to let go. Your tiny fists balled in the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him like a lifeline. You were parallel to his torso by this point, though a part of you still felt as if you were falling.

— 

Peter was going to Germany? You wouldn’t admit it to yourself. You tried not to think about all the things that he could be hiding from you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was happening. Of course, you and Peter weren’t friends. Peter wasn’t obligated to tell you anything, though his cold shoulder stung nonetheless. Maybe you’d overreacted? Ever since your first tutoring session together, a spark of suspicion had flared up in your gut, and it still refused to settle after a week later. Everything Peter had done, or was doing, made him look bad. It was possible that he could’ve been immensely oblivious, but he was smarter than the average teenage boy—or so you’d thought. You’d been kept in the dark ever since your family had moved to Queens. Nobody ever told you anything. Not because you weren’t trustworthy, but because you were innocent, and it was merely human nature to preserve innocence in the face of cruel, harsh reality. People underestimated you. They never seemed to want your opinion; they never seemed to care enough about you to even ask. And undeniably, you had grown accustomed to it. 

You weren’t fond of Peter, but he was the only person who voluntarily liked talking to you, so that had to stand for something. His absence struck your small frame like a speeding bullet, and his abrupt leave filled you with more resentment than you had ever felt in your entire life. Little voices whispered in the back of your head, pushing you closer to the edge, just waiting for you to explode, but thankfully, your brain was too rational to act on one indignant impulse. 

You stripped down your dirtied clothes, stumbling your way into the shower as you tested the water’s temperature with a hesitant foot, slipping beyond a floral-printed curtain. You washed away the grime and sweat from swollen skin, shaking despite the heat that engulfed you, and you silently swore beneath your breath, needling the handle a few inches. The water burned as tiny pinpricks erupted over your whole body, painting your upper arms and thighs an ugly red hue, but you simply gritted your teeth, ignoring the agonizing sensation. Shampoo rinsed your ratty mane of the night’s failure, and white, frothy bubbles coated the limestone floor, splattering at your feet in a torrential succession. 

You slid to the ground with a thud, pulling your knees into your bare chest underneath the profuse rain, and you could feel every droplet fall on your flesh like a piece of hail, traveling in cataracts down coiled limbs. At first, the downpour was too heavy for you to differentiate between the sticky wetness on your face, but after a while, the tears that rolled down your cheeks were now waterfalls that spilled from bloodshot eyes. And you sobbed until your throat cracked and your mouth went dry.


PRESENT DAY

You winced as your back smashed against the side of a parked locomotive, denting the metal carapace and shattering the passenger window. Rendered powerless from the collision, you crumpled to the asphalt in a heap of reopened wounds, faintly making out two blurry silhouettes skirting along the edge of your reddened vision. Your jaw ached and you were more than positive that one of your ribs had splintered during the contact, but you made a feeble attempt to crawl a few inches towards the dirty backlot before being mercilessly struck down by the underside of somebody’s shoe. The side of your contused and lacerated cheek dug into jagged terrain from the pressure, and you bit down on your tongue to stop from screaming, feeling the dampness of tears slide through the cuts in your skin. You heard multiple footfalls congregating outside of your incapacitated state, heavy and tiresome from bearing the ever-present scars of warfare. There were grunts and groans and the occasional obscenity, but the noise of bone breaking drowned out the rest of the battle’s murmurs.

The smaller opponent seemed to swing from the rafters and the catwalks of the alleyway, as if he was suspended by some rope, but it was too dark to tell. The boy in the red spandex slid to a halt before his foe, flipping his palms up with such grace that the action was effortless—and somewhat natural—as a plume of white ejected from his wrist and coated the nameless assailant in an ivory web. The hero’s unidentifiable face was completely concealed by a thin sheet of fabric with two tiny eye holes purposed for navigation, but it wouldn’t take a detective to unravel the boy’s evident giddiness. His lapse of elation was short-lived, however, once the little mechanisms on his lower arms seemed to stop working. Suddenly, the boy was hurdled into a chain-link fence, doing absolutely nothing for your growing panic. A short hiss escaped from him as he fell onto his stomach and rolled briskly to his left, dodging another incoming material that had so haphazardly embedded itself into the backside of a convenient store. 

Your cries were lodged in your throat, residing in the pit of your chest as the last bit of air in your lungs evaporated into the starless sky, and somehow, you felt even closer to the ground than you had before. The weight of a thousand pickup trucks crushed your spine, pressing you further and further into the pulverized earth, your heart centimeters away from being dangerously impaled by the inward fragments of a broken rib. The preliminary numbness that had tickled your toes earlier now consumed your lower half, spreading to every inch of you like a wildfire. You attempted to stifle the continuous cries that leaked from your lips, but it was no use. You were as good as dead, and nobody could save you. 

Punk (Chap. 3)

Originally posted by winter-barnes

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3324 (I know, long.  But it’s because idk when I’m gonna have more time to write the next chapterssss)

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I’m overwhelmed with the feedback on the first 2 chapters!  love you guys and i can only hope to live up to your expectations with this and all future installments!


If there was one thing you hated more than anything else in the world it was clothes shopping.  OK, that’s not entirely true.  Hydra was definitely up there…and commercials’ whose volume was louder than the show you were just watching so you had the crap scared out of you by some lady who was dancing and trying to get you to buy tampons so you’d ‘have a happy period’ (no such thing)… you really hated when you stepped in puddle on the kitchen floor while only wearing socks…any sort of insect…when you bought a book series but, for some unfathomable reason, the individual books weren’t the same height, because that’s just ridiculous.  Why would anyone think it’d be acceptable to have books 1, 2, 3, and 4 to all line up perfectly on the shelf then have 5 be slightly taller only to then revert back to the original proportions for 6 and 7?!  It’s was utter nonsense and the people responsible for inflicting such depravity on the literary world should—

Rap! Rap! Rap!  “Get dressed!”  Nat hollered from the other side of the dressing room door.  “I’m going to pay for these.  Meet me at the register.”  The clinking of hangers and rustling of clothing signalled her departure as you hopped back into your jeans and slipped your “Talk Wookie to me” T-shirt back on.  You let out a sigh at your reflection.  Can’t wear this anymore, you thought dejectedly. It was your favourite shirt. Faded, thin, and baggy from having been thrown into the wash so many times it was a shadow of what it once was.

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chemistry of an alpha - Derek Hale one shot *smut*

Originally posted by teamsciles

Summary: You didn’t avoid Derek Hale because you wanted to. But what else can you do when you’re falling for your Alpha? 

Pairing: Derek Hale x reader

Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual content 


“Ahem.”

You looked up from your Chemistry homework as you heard a cough behind you. Derek Hale was leaning against your doorway with his head cocked to the side, staring at you thoughtfully. You rolled your eyes and resumed your schoolwork, already knowing why he was here. 

“Go away,” you mumbled. 

“No, I’m good right here,” he announced. You ignored him.

A few beats of silence passed.

“[y/n],” he pressed. You gave him nothing, absentmindedly scanning your notes.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being jerked backwards and around, coming face to face with your intruder.

“What the hell?” you rebuked.

“That’s better,” Derek chimed. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you deadpanned, somewhat surprised you could still deflect his questions, given his persistence. Then again, you were always good at avoiding things, a skill useful for dodging the rest of the pack’s investigation. You didn’t back down when Scott offered to give you a ride home just as an excuse to prod you, when Isaac cornered you at your locker with his sad puppy eyes, or even when Allison tried to literally hug information out of you. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared stonily at Derek, unimpressed by his interrogation tactics.

You couldn’t even process the next few seconds as he swiftly grabbed the arm of your swivel chair and abruptly pulled you towards him, backtracking to your bed. He sat down so you were eye-level. 

Your eyebrows nearly disappeared into your hairline.  

“Let’s try that again,” Derek enunciated slowly. You crinkled your nose at him because what the fuck is his problem?

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Derek scoffed. “Even without the pack telling me you’ve been weird and distant lately, it’s obvious you’re not yourself.” 

You cursed inwardly. The pack had ratted you out. You shouldn’t be surprised since everyone basically flocked to Mommy Derek at the first sign of trouble. They were cute that way. 

“Still,” you huffed, shifting uncomfortably in your seat under Derek’s scrutiny. “You didn’t have to manhandle me–”

“Just tell me what’s up,” Derek continued nonchalantly, glossing over your complaint. “Your heart’s beating really fast and you’ve reeked of anxiety for days. If there’s a problem, you’re supposed to tell me. I’m your Alpha.” 

Goosebumps rose along your spine at his words. I’m your Alpha. The phrase echoed in your mind. It manifested in images of Derek whispering it in your ear while he fingered you from behind, rasping it out while he held your head down to fuck your mouth. You closed your eyes, frustrated by how much Derek’s authority affected you. Fucking Alpha. 

“Excuse me?” 

Your eyes shot open. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. 

“No! I–that wasn’t, um…” you stuttered, fumbling for ways to reverse this conversation, reverse time itself. But there was nothing you could do. Your mind went blank, not granting your mouth any usable intelligence. You felt pressure in your brain, like a blood clot that would explode if you didn’t say something soon. 

In a surge of word vomit, you hurriedly blurted out, “IthinkI’minlovewithyou.” 

And that’s when things came to a screeching halt. So much for deflection. Smooth move, genius. 

Derek looked baffled as his shoulders elevated in tension, eyes the size of saucers. 

“You’re… what?” Derek brows furrowed, seemingly searching your face for any cues that you were joking or high. 

If only. Fuck it, nothing you say at this point could make this any worse. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” you enunciated carefully. “Or–it could be something else. I don’t know. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s really freaking me out. I didn’t know what to do, so I just avoided you. And the pack. And just all of it, in general,” you rambled, wringing your hands together. 

In response, Derek’s mouth parted slightly, his two front teeth peeking out like he was about to say something, but retreated again.

And then emerged the quintessential Derek frown. He was so adorable when he was mad, even when you were the reason.  

“Look, [y/n],” Derek coughed, continuing sternly. “You don’t have to… explain. It’s okay to be confused. I’m not–I’m not mad at you.”

It was comforting that he was also stuttering over his words. Meanwhile, you tried not to swoon at how young and boyish he sounded when he was frazzled. But why wasn’t he more freaked out. He should’ve at least been a little angry. It usually took less than this to set him off. 

“You should be mad!” you assured. “Get mad. I totally deserve it. For avoiding you, then lying about it. And for… being in love with you? Because I know what you’re thinking, these teenagers and their hormones,” you said gruffly, wincing as you accidentally did a poor impression of Derek. He raised his palm up incredulously, communicating that yes, you should indeed be embarrassed.

This was getting out of hand. You were all over the place and the more you tried to clarify, the more agitated Derek seemed to become. 

“This is ridiculous. I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m too young for you and I need to stop kidding myself. I know that… I know,” your voice strained. You weren’t sure what burned more, your cheeks or the stinging behind your eyes. 

The truth is, you did have feelings for Derek. And it was rather terrifying. 

Because it would be obvious to anyone that Derek Hale was the perfect human specimen, with his tall, burly frame and Greek God jawline, armored in leather jackets and boots. That was your first impression when you met him. You, on the other hand, must have looked disastrous.

Before the pack and Derek, you were in a foster care system that left you abused and broken. When you decided to run away, you had no prospects or money. It was Derek that had found you, lost and dying in the woods. All you saw were sharp teeth and red eyes before you blacked out. 

When you’d woken up, you were warm and safe. He had given you the bite, but also so much more. He had taken you under his wing and polished you off, given you guidance and shelter. It took a while to trust him, but when you did, he promised to turn you from a scared runaway into a warrior. And he delivered. 

He introduced you to the pack, the family you never had. He taught you how to defend yourself, showing you strength you only dreamed about. But he also told you to use the bite to help other people, that power didn’t have to be destructive.

When you were human, you cowered away from people, fading into the background. You couldn’t trust anyone, couldn’t even trust yourself. But with Derek’s help, you learned to fight, speak your mind, and trust your instincts.

And therein lies the problem. Every time you were around Derek, every instinct in your body told you to jump his bones. You physically ached for him, your body buzzing with anxiety whenever you tried to stifle your need. 

It wasn’t even just the physical stuff. Underneath his tough exterior, Derek had a heart of gold. You’d seen enough cruelty to know that Derek was the opposite. He was the most generous person you’d ever known, sharing his home with a bunch of misfit teenagers, nursing lost puppies back to health. 

Even though Derek had rescued you, he’d never indicated that he was remotely attracted to you. He just regarded you as another annoying Beta through lectures and demands. Every once in a while, if you reached a new milestone, socially or physically, he would pull you into an awkward hug or stiffly pat your head while you tried to cough away your laughter.

It was obvious he would never return your feelings, so you spent an embarrassingly large portion of day figuring out ways to avoid Derek, which led to avoiding the pack because they were always together. But attendance was required at pack meetings, so you sat as far away from everyone as possible and looked down the whole time, only speaking when directly addressed. 

Everyone was bound to notice your strange behavior eventually. You just didn’t expect Derek to confront you about it directly, assuming he wasn’t into pack drama. 

Once again, you’d underestimated his capacity to care. 

And judging from the way he was clenching his fists and gazing a hole into his jeans, apparently he’d underestimated your capacity to complicate his life. 

The last thing you wanted to was to make things harder for Derek, but this confrontation resulted in exactly that.

“Look, let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, alright? Everyone has psychotic episodes sometimes,” you laughed nervously. “I won’t avoid you anymore–unless you want me too. I’ll leave you alone. Or, should I move out? Yeah, I’m going to move out. I’ll just go now, sorry.” 

Without even looking at Derek, you rushed to your door, wiping the dew that had gathered at the corner of your eyes. You reached for your doorknob, but staggered backwards as you felt a hand close over your wrist. You yelped and closed your eyes as you gracelessly collided into something solid.

Your arms tucked into your chest, instinctively protecting you from the impact. You opened your eyes when you felt a breath fan over your forehead, and realized that Derek had you cradled against his chest with an arm locked around your back.  

“Derek, what–” 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he grunted as he slammed his lips to yours. 

Your went catatonic with shock, body rigid in Derek’s arms. 

You were in Derek’s arms. Derek Hale’s arms in that blue Henley shirt that felt so soft and warm against you and his mouth, full and moist, pressing against yours–

You were broken out of your trance when you felt Derek’s wet tongue graze your chapped bottom lip. Oh. 

You unfolded your arms and threw them around his neck, lunging forward to finally comply with his movements. Your tongue snaked out to meet his, eagerly applying pressure and then retreating again, battling then teasing. Derek signaled that your efforts were fruitful as he growled into the your mouth, the sound traveling from the back of his throat to your core. 

It was all dueling tongues and gnashing teeth. Of course this is how Derek would kiss, intense and ardent, almost clinical in the way he switched between squeezing your hip and biting your lip. 

And then oxygen was becoming an issue. Your body felt warm, too warm. Too much was happening too fast. You placed your palms against Derek’s chest, using all your strength to shove him away. 

He faltered backwards, a look of astonishment twisting his features. 

“What the hell?” he asked. He glared at you, but you could only focus on his chest as it heaved up and down, trying to calm your own breathing. 

“Are we doing this?” you asked, voice wavering with emotion. “Because you’re still my Alpha. And I’m still a teenager.”

“You’re 18,” Derek deadpanned.

“I’m still in high school!” Derek’s gaze softened as you raised your voice. 

You just couldn’t just rush into this. This was too important. You needed to know Derek’s intentions, because you didn’t just want a hurried groping session, a one night stand. You wanted all of it, all of him. Anything less would just cheapen your feelings. 

For once, you actually believed that you deserved better than a guy just using you and throwing you away. And this is what Derek taught you, to stand up for yourself. It’s not that you believed Derek would take advantage of you; you just needed some confirmation that this was real. 

“I know that,” Derek approached you again. You promptly straightened out your back, trying to hold your ground. 

But your voice betrayed you, folding under the weight of your next question, “Then, why did you kiss me?” 

“Because I don’t care anymore. I can’t keep pretending there’s nothing here,” he confessed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, delicately caressing your forehead in his path. You leaned into his palm. 

“Oh… wait, then, what are you saying?”

Derek exhaled.

“I mean… I don’t know. It wasn’t always like this. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I always knew you were strong, I knew it the moment I found you. Then one day, something changed. You changed. You weren’t that same girl anymore. All of a sudden, you became this intelligent, self-possessed, beautiful young woman. And I couldn’t just keep patting your head and pretending things were still normal between us.”

You bit your lip and looked down. 

“So, it’s not just me, then? You felt it too?” you asked shyly, too afraid to look at him. 

Derek nudged your chin upwards with his knuckle, using his thumb to stroke your jaw. 

“Definitely.” He granted you a small smirk, his eyes twinkling. 

That was all the confirmation you needed as you charged forward to press your lips against his and snaked your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you. Derek responded immediately by fisting your hair and cupping your jaw, enveloping you into his warm embrace. 

You felt around for the hem of his shirt, lifting the edge of the material. Derek pulled away as you raised it over his head and threw it aside. You panted while you took him in, admiring the smattering of dark chest hair that decorated the hard planes of his chest. The rest of him was smooth, aside from a treasure trail that disappeared behind his jeans.

In a surge of confidence, you decided you wanted him to see you too. You stepped back and lifted your tank top over your head, leaving you only in a red bra. 

You heard Derek inhale a sharp breath. You were slightly disappointed when he maintained eye contact with you, the veins in his neck straining against his skin, like he was still trying to be respectful. 

You walked towards him and grabbed his wrist, guiding his palm between the valley of your breasts. You eyelids fluttered shut as Derek’s hand slowly drifted down your torso, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just below your belly button. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you admitted airily. “I finally have you.” 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Derek’s said, voice gruff with earnestness. No one had every spoken to you this way. 

You felt your chest flush as you scoffed, whispering, “Not as beautiful as you.” 

When you opened your eyes, Derek was looking at you somberly. He reached forward and brushed your hair away from your face and kissed you tenderly, much softer than before. You were pliant against him, curving and arching into him every time he moved. Your hands found his hips, squeezing the defined flesh before you started to unbuckle his belt. 

You palmed Derek over his boxers, his hips bucking involuntarily into your hand as he groaned into your mouth. Pulling away, you trailed your mouth over his jaw and neck, sponging open mouthed kisses down his chest and abdomen until you were on your knees, eye-level with his erection. 

“[y/n], you don’t have to,” Derek protested. He palmed your jaw upwards to look at you. You grinned up at him. 

“I know,” you said, slowly stroking him. “I’ve just always wanted to know what it’s like to suck off Derek Hale.” 

You gave no warning before you took the head of his shaft fully into your mouth. You watched Derek throw his head back and hiss. 

“Fuck, [y/n],” Derek cursed. He reached down and placed a comforting hand on the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair. 

Any sort of encouragement was highly appreciated at this point, because even looking at Derek’s cock was intimidating. You weren’t exactly surprised by his considerable size, especially since his bulge always gave him away. But nothing you’d imagined could’ve prepared you for the real thing.

Noticing the prominent vein underneath his shaft, you lifted his cock vertically. You satisfied your urge to kiss him along the feature, trailing your mouth up to his tip. 

“What are you doing? Are you… fuck, that’s so hot,” Derek complimented, his tone gravelly. You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“You’re too pretty not to kiss,” you teased, but it was completely true. You licked a stripe up his shaft. Taking a deep breath, you stretched your mouth open as far as you could, taking in all of him. Or really, as much as possible, which was about half. You pumped the remaining portion, palm twisting up and down. 

“Oh my god, [y/n], where the fuck did you learn to do that?” 

You giggled. “What, this?” 

Gripping Derek’s thighs to anchor you forward, you bobbed your head back and forth, sucking him off while you continued to stroke him.

Derek’s responded with a fist tangling in your hair, guiding your head against him. 

It was turning you on so much that you were affecting Derek that you slipped a hand into your shorts, rubbing yourself over your underwear.

You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose while Derek filled you. Derek Hale was inside of you and nothing else could ever be this important. 

You couldn’t help but moan against Derek’s cock as you pleasured yourself, using your other hand to fondle his balls. Profanities tumbled incoherently from his lips as your moans vibrated against him.

You stopped suddenly when you felt him tug your hair backwards. Derek fell out of your mouth with a little pop! as you pulled away. Derek grasped your shoulders and pulled you up to stand. 

“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to hold back,” Derek warned, pressing his forehead against yours. He affectionately stroked your cheek with him thumb. 

You felt giddy, beaming with delight and a twinge of pride. 

“Who says I want you to hold back?” 

You could’ve sworn you saw Derek’s eyes flash red. 

“Trust me, sweetheart. I could make you regret those words.” Derek’s voice was rough and scratchy, the tone sending shivers up your spine. 

“You sure about that? Let’s find out,” you challenged, the thought of Derek dominating you jolting your senses. 

Derek softly chuckled. “Let’s save that for next time.” 

Next time. Derek wanted a next time. 

“Right now, I want you to undress.” 

Your mouth went dry at his command. There was that authority you loved so much. 

Hooking your thumbs into your waistband, you bent over and slid the material down your legs, stepping out of them. You were now clad only in a pair of black panties and a red bra. You passively regretted your choice to forego matching underwear. 

But Derek didn’t seem to mind as he blatantly stared at your legs, giving you a once over. He walked towards you, staring directly into your eyes. 

You whimpered when Derek’s thumb pressed to your bottom lip, folding the flesh under, the gesture prompting you to part your mouth. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered. He leaned forward to kiss you, slowly and softly. This was a sharp contrast to the way he suddenly swooped down, still attached to your mouth. You yelped at his sudden movements, arms wrapping intuitively around his neck. He grabbed the back of your thighs to lift you up into his arms. 

He held you to him as he started walking, an arm locked around your waist, the other grasping your neck to keep you in place. You were ridiculously turned on that he could carry you so effortlessly. 

Derek descended and you felt your knees touch the mattress. He sat down with you in his lap. You continued exploring his mouth, your hands trailing his back. You scorched his shoulder blades with scratches you knew would heal seconds later. 

Your actions elicited a grunt from Derek, who was also engrossed with your back. You felt the rough pads of his calloused fingertips knead forcefully, his aggression causing you to arch away in bliss. With a tweak of his fingers, you felt him undo your bra. 

You broke away, observing Derek while you nervously slid your bra straps down your arms, your hands shaking. Derek’s tongue flicked out against his lips as he admired you, his immediate reaction easing your worries. He wasted no time, littering kisses down your chest, palming your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned.

“You’re so perfect, sweetheart,” Derek rasped as he nuzzled your neck. You felt over-stimulated with Derek rubbing you and kissing you simultaneously. Needing to relieve tension, you involuntarily started grinding on Derek’s lap, pressing your panty-covered sex over Derek’s thick erection. 

You moved together, Derek guiding you back and forth with his hands on your ass and lips on your collarbone. You clung to his broad shoulders for support. 

When Derek suddenly bit down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, you gasped in pain and surprise. You were already healing. The gesture actually felt intimate and romantic instead of violent, a throwback to the first bite Derek ever gave you. Even now, when you were tangled in his limbs, he seemed afraid that you would slip away. 

“Mine,” he whispered into your neck.

He was trying to mark you. 

“All yours, always been,” you promised. 

You burrowed your face into his neck, returning his affection by lapping at his skin, not feeling brave enough to bite your Alpha. 

“Please, Derek,” you pleaded, trying to communicate your desire. 

“Shh,” he murmured. “Don’t worry, I got you.” 

Giving your ass one final squeeze, he slid his fingers into your underwear, spreading your wetness along your slit. In response, you dug your fingernails into his shoulders as you desperately rode his hand, your desire becoming frantic. 

Suddenly, he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but then cried out when Derek slipped your panties to the side and entered you in one swift motion. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed as Derek filled you to the hilt. After letting you adjust, he moved slowly, holding onto your hips as he glided in and out. You felt his cock stretch your walls, clenching your thighs every time his tip grazed your g-spot. Derek was everywhere, around you and inside you. 

His hands were restless, alternating between gripping your hips and tugging at your hair. His teeth grazing against your nipple left you a squirming mess above him. You cradled his face and leaned forward to kiss him. Arching your back, you gave your hips leeway to meet Derek’s movements. 

“That’s it, baby. Ride me,” Derek urged.     

His command rang in your ears. It thrilled you that Derek was giving you control.

You braced some of your weight on your knees, ascending from Derek’s lap. Using his shoulder’s for leverage, you raised yourself just until you reached his tip, then slammed your hips back down. You picked up your pace, trying to match Derek’s earlier momentum.

“Is this how you want me?”

Derek growled his approval.

His encouragement made you feel sexy and wanted even in your fervid state. You could hear the distinct slap of your ass against Derek’s thighs reverberate through the expanse of your bedroom. The assault from Derek’s mouth left your chest decorated with red bruises. Your breasts bounced in rhythm with your exertions.

One of Derek’s hands gripped the flesh of your ass. The other reached behind you to clamp down on your shoulder, helping you descend down his enlarged shaft.

“Are you close to coming?” he asked. He reasoned with you so calmly that you were actually embarrassed by just how close you were. You felt a knot tighten just below your stomach and you knew you would burst soon.

You couldn’t even formulate an coherent response, resorting to just emphatically nodding your head.

He relinquished his hold, reaching down to rub your clit. His rough fingertips fervently moved against your sensitive nub, the stimulation breaking your rhythm. Derek took over again as he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold up your thrashing form as he pounded into you.

“Derek… Derek!”

You cried out as your walls contracted, your eyes screwing shut as you reached your orgasm. A few erratic pumps later, Derek was joining you at your peak. You climaxed together, him groaning into your chest while you hung on to his shoulders. 

Your body shook as you came down from your high, your head hung low on Derek’s shoulder. Your body felt so numb, you couldn’t even figure out where you ended and he began. Your sweat, breath, even skin seemed to melt together. Derek rocked you back and forth in his lap, combing his fingers through your hair and cooing mantras of “shhh” and “I’m here, baby” into your ear.

Derek did what he always does–he took care of you.

“So,” you mumbled, finally breaking the silence. “That just happened.”

Derek snorted. 

“Hey, [y/n]?” 

“Hmm?” 

You sat up to look at Derek. 

“I’m in love with you, too.” 

You merely blinked at Derek’s admission, completely caught off guard. Were you still delirious from your orgasm or did Derek Hale just say he loves you? 

What?” 

“You heard me,” Derek quipped, avoiding your gaze, opting instead to fiddle with a strand of your hair.

“But… you know you don’t have to say that, right?” you nudged his face to look at you. “I know we just had sex, but I didn’t put out to force you into saying ‘I love you’ back. Like I said, I don’t even know for sure if I love you–”

“That’s fine,” Derek interrupted you, cracking a smile. “Really, it’s okay. I still love you. And you can say it back when you’re ready. I can wait for that.”

“Really?” you asked shyly. 

“Of course,” he rolled your eyes, his attitude evoking a giggle from you. 

“Aww, what a sweet Alpha,” you playfully taunted as you ruffled his hair. 

Derek immediately stiffened, his hand lashing to grab your wrist mid-ruffle. 

“You know what? I take it back,” Derek heckled, smirking. “I don’t love you.” 

Your jaw dropped at his quip. You were sitting in Derek Hale’s lap, naked, while he made flirty banter. You faced murderous supernatural creatures on a daily basis and this was the most bizarre moment of your life.    

“Is that so?” You squinted your eyes at him. “Well then, I’ll just have to find myself new man. Actually, I think Scott just came home, and since he’s the true Alpha–”

Derek suddenly grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward, pressing his lips to yours in an impassioned kiss. You smiled against his mouth, slightly entertained by his possessive nature. Even though your favorite werewolf couldn’t take a joke, you wouldn’t change a thing. 

Derek Hale was finally yours.  

In A Moment Ch. 7

An Avengers Series

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 1853

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap the willy,silly), oral (female receiving), anal plug, threesome (mmf), double penetration (vaginal and anal), swearing, and some fluff.  

A/N: This chapter… I made myself blush. (The italics are memories!)

Prologue - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six

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Memories were complicated. Sometimes they come to you in fragments. Other times they bombard you out of nowhere.

They take you back to a moment.

You closed the bedroom door behind you and walked over to the bed. You wiped at the tears on your face as fresh ones fell. You looked down at Bucky and Steve and cried even harder. You felt arms wrap around you.

“Shhh… doll, tell us what you remember.” Bucky’s scruff scratched your cheek as he spoke softly.

Steve lifted a corner of the sheet and swiped it across your face, erasing the tear tracks. You stepped back and started at the beginning:

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Tadashi Hamada Imagine - Sleepy Genius

As you opened one of the large doors to the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, you cringed as the door clicked loudly and the sound seemed to echo through the seemingly empty building.
You silently closed the door again and pulled the hoody you wore tighter around yourself as you made your way to the elevator and pushed the button that sends the elevator on its slow journey to the robotics lab.
The elevator dinged lightly as it opened up to the dimly lit hallway. All of the lights were off, except for the ones in a certain inventor’s lab. The lights in his workspace sort of illuminated the hallway slightly as they seeped out from underneath the door.
You made your way to the door as quietly as possible and paused as you saw the faint outline of someone seated at a desk, tinkering with something. The figure was too busy concentrating to notice when you slid the door open slightly and slipped into the room before closing it again.
You slowly walked over to the hunched over boy and saw that he was fiddling with a circuit board, occasionally running his hands through his already messed up hair in frustration.
“Dashi, it’s time for bed.” You whisper these words in the handsome young man’s ear as you slowly wind your arms around his shoulders and rest your head on top of his.
Tadashi jumps slightly at the contact but relaxes almost instantly as your scent engulfs him and your sweet voice floats through his ears. He leans backward into your embrace with a sigh as he rubs his hands across his face before interlacing them with your own.
“I know baby, I know,” Tadashi replies tiredly. “I just need to finish this last component and I’ll be done for today.”
“Tadashi, it’s two in the morning.” You say blankly as you turn your head to give him a stern look. “You need to sleep, now, before that big brain of yours explodes.”
Tadashi gave a slight chuckle before taking in your serious look and giving you a sheepish smile in return. The staring competition commenced as your eyes gazed deeply into his chocolatey brown ones. The teen heaved a sigh as he knew that he couldn’t argue with you.
Tadashi grabbed the circuit board he was working on, put it inside of a tiny plastic box and stuck it in his top drawer before turning off the desk lamp, causing the room to dim drastically. Tadashi stretched out his aching limbs as you stood back and watched him, blushing slightly when you caught a sneaky peak of his well-defined abdominal muscles.
Tadashi grabbed his famous cap and pulled it over his unruly locks before grabbing his backpack and interlacing his fingers with yours with a gentle, yet tired smile. You returned the smile and tugged Tadashi’s large hand, guiding him out of his office.
Once all of the building’s lights had been turned off and the doors locked, you guided Tadashi to your adorable little car and the two of you buckled up so you could drive to your apartment. You didn’t attend the ‘nerd school’ with your boyfriend, but went to another university, so your parents helped you buy your own apartment fairly close to the campuses of both yours and Tadashi’s universities.
As you drove the car was silent apart from the radio playing softly. You glanced over at your boyfriend, only to find that he had fallen asleep as soon as his tired body came into contact with the soft, spongy material of the passenger seat.
You giggled quietly and internally cooed at the adorable sight before once again focusing on the road and pulling into the parking lot of your apartment building.  
“Dashi,” You sweetly whispered as you rubbed slow circles into his arm. “Sweetie, we’re here.”
Tadashi stirred slightly before a huge yawn took over as he rubbed at his tired eyes like a cute little toddler just waking from a nap. You smiled softly as you ran your fingers along the baby soft hairs at his nape, waking him up a little more.
“Come on, let’s go inside baby.” As you said these words you grabbed the key from the ignition and climbed out of the car to grab Tadashi’s backpack from the backseat.
As the blurry eyed young man stumbled out of the car with a yawn, he seemed surprised as he realized exactly where he was.
“Babe, why aren’t we at the café?” Tadashi mumbled with confusion as he turned to you with the most adorable look on his face; like a puppy that would tilt its head in confusion.
“My place is closer, so I drove here instead,” You explained, even though the distance was pretty much the same either way. “Plus, I know how you feel about me driving home alone late at night.”
Tadashi didn’t argue with your reasoning and simply nodded as he threw an arm around your shoulders and followed as you led him into the apartment building and on your way to your apartment.
You struggled a little to keep Tadashi awake in the elevator as he rested limply against you and drifted in and out of dream land.
When you had finally gotten into your apartment Tadashi simply collapsed on your bed and started to doze off as he snuggled his face into the soft covers that smelt of you.
You giggled and simply shook your head as you unlaced and removed Tadashi’s converse from his large feet. Next you took off his signature baseball cap, followed by his soft yellow cardigan, his white T-shirt, and his brown denims.
Whilst you removed Tadashi’s clothes he simply dozed with a gentle smile on his face. Once your boyfriend was sorted you moved onto completing your own routine before bed. You took off all of your clothes, except for your underwear and threw on Tadashi’s shirt before heading to the bathroom to do your thing.
When you returned from the bathroom you noticed that Tadashi had moved from where he had collapsed on your bed earlier. He was now snuggled under the covers on what you two agreed was his side of the bed and had his arms spread out as if waiting for you to curl up in them.
After making sure that all of the lights were turned off and that your alarm clock was off, (you figured you and Tadashi could skip one day of classes) you climbed into your boyfriend’s waiting arms and snuggled up against his warm, muscular chest.
Tadashi wrapped his arms around you protectively and smiled as you placed a small lingering kiss on his collar bone. The teen nuzzled his nose into your soft hair and breathed deeply, taking in your comforting scent.
“Good night baby,” Tadashi mumbled. “I love you.”
“I love you too my Einstein.” Was your simple reply as you too started to drift off in the comfort and safety of Tadashi’s arms.

Check to the Heart (Part 6/?)

Bucky x Reader

Modern day Hockey AU

SUMMARY: You are the daughter of one of the greatest hockey players to ever play the game, now as owner of the Avengers, he is bringing your childhood crush Bucky Barnes to the team.  The minute he sees you in your father’s office, you can tell by the smirk on his face he hadn’t forgot about your crush either.  This is going to be fun.

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The night after the bake sale, you tossed and turned, unable to sleep.  Peggy’s words filled your mind and you knew she was right.   You assumed Bucky had some sort of feelings for you.  At least he did in the past according to Steve.  Why would he make so much effort to get back in your good graces if he didn’t feel something for you.   Plus he kissed you yesterday, just on the cheek, but still.  It had to mean something right?

You were set to meet up with the guys after their morning skate to wish them luck.  You would be sitting in your father’s box to watch the game.  Most of the spouses only showed up for a game every once in awhile but you were there every game.  Partly because it was your job, and partly because you loved the game so much.

After a lot of thought, you decided Peggy was right and you were going to take a chance.  You look at the jersey you were wearing taking in the Avengers logo, you’d hoped this would be enough of a hint for Bucky as to your feelings.   Wearing Bucky’s jersey would make a statement, not only to him but everyone else.  You hadn’t been this nervous in a long time.

Sitting at your desk you pick at your fingernails, the boys would be here any minute.   A soft knock on the door tells you that you were right.  “Come in”

Your two favorite men came in wearing matching grins.  They both plop down on the plush couch you kept in your office. “Well sweetheart, tell me how awesome I am so I can win this game.”

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Please consider Draco Malfoy with long hair, coming back to Hogwarts for the-so- called 8th year.

His hair is above his shoulders, and thanks to soft light of the candels it’s always shinning, looking so soft and, bloody hell, Harry can’t take his eyes off Malfoy.

“Harry” Hermione said. “You’re….looking. Again”

“What? Er, no. I’m not….looking”

“Malfoy’s hair is gonna set on fire if you keep looking at him like that”

“I’m not- It’s Malfoy’s fault! His bloody hair is too distracting!”

“It’s just hair” Ron said with his mouth full of food. Harry easily understood what he had said, of course - he wasn’t best friends with Ronald Weasley for nothing.

“It shines!”

“Everyone’s hair shines!” Hermione gave him a tired look. “Honestly. Harry-”

“Yours doesn’t”

Hermione blinked. Ron did, too, perplexed.

“What are you talking about? Hermione’s hair definitely shines. Just look how pretty it is”  A blush started to spread on Hermione’s face. “….like a freshly polished broom” Ron finished, and she groaned. 

“Really, Ronald?”

Harry laughed. “Mate, really?

“What? I love Quidditch” Hermione raised an eyebrow. “And you, of course. Mostly you” Ron added, and Hermione rolled her eyes, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before continue eating her breakfast. Ron winked at Harry.

Harry smiled. They sure were in love.

Harry tried to focus on his breakfast, he really did, but he could feel a pair of eyes on him. Burning. Calling for him. It was like his body simply knew that Draco Malfoy was looking at him.

He looked back at the blond.

There was no malice in those grey eyes, not like before.

Malfoy smiled.

Merlin. Maybe Harry was going nuts, because there’s no way in hell that Draco Malfoy’s hair could shine even more just because of that smile. No, that’s not possible. At all.

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Ron was right. It was just hair. It was nothing special and - bloody hell, did Malfoy tie up his hair in a bun? Yeah, he did tie up his hair in a bun. His face looked…less pointy, more soft and vulnerable in some kind of weird way. Handsome. Draco Malfoy looked handsome.

Maybe Harry needed to go to the Infirmary.

Maybe he could just leave the Potions classroom

Or maybe he would end as Malfoy’s potions partner. Because that’s just his luck. Right

He gathered his things and went to sit next to Malfoy. Malfot slighty looked at him, his long and pale fingers moving through the text book’s page while he read the instructions.

“Let’s do this quickly, okay, Potter?”

Harry nodded.

Harry was amazed by the fact he hadn’t cut one of his fingers. Yet.

The thing is, Malfoy’s hair was distracting. It wasn’t Harry’s fault. It wasn’t like he wanted to touch Malfoy’s hair - it was too blond, too sparkly, too soft, too long. And Malfoy was really close, you know. So close that he could smell his shampoo, a sweet and spicy fragance…

….Maybe the potion was affecting Harry’s mind.

“Why didn’t you cut you hair before coming back to school?” Harry blurted out.

Cold eyes looked at him, and Harry prepared himself for the insult, but it didn’t come. Malfoy just shrugged, “Didn’t want to”

Harry bited his tongue before-

“It looks good” Harry felt himself blush. “I mean - your hair, not-”

“Merlin, Potter, don’t try too hard or your brain will explode”

“Ha. Very funny, Malfoy”

“I know, right? I’m so funny”

“Shut up,”

Malfoy chuckled.

They got a perfect score, of course. Malfoy was really good at Potions. Harry wondered if the blonde would consider being his tutor - he needed to pass his NETWS to enter the Auror program; and that included Potions, of course.

Hemione and Ron waited for him outside of the classroom.

Malfoy started to walk away.

Fuck it. He was a Gryffindor for a reason.

“Malfoy”

The blond stopped, facing him again. “Yeah, Potter?”

“Er, would you - I mean, don’t you think is weird that we still call each other like that?”

“We aren’t friends, Potter” Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “You surely can remember that - or did you hit your head while defeating the Dark - Voldemort?” His classic sneer was back on his face, but it didn’t have the same power as before. Actually, Malfoy looked at bit shocked - he had said Voldemort’s name aloud, after all. 

Harry felt strangely happy for him.

“But we could” He added. Malfoy looked at him, with soft grey eyes and a tiny smile on his lips.

“I guess I could waste my precious time and try”

Harry rolled his eyes.

“Bye, Harry

Something fluttered on Harry’s stomach and he knew that it wasn’t only caused by Malfoy’s hair, but all about him.

Caught Red Handed.

Anon requested- heyo can I request a Kevin x reader where the reader is Sam and Dean’s little sister and her and Kevin lowkey have a cute little thing going on but Dean but Sam don’t know about it, and one day the boys walk in on them kissing? 

Warnings- Sam and Dean being awkward big brothers.

Pairings- Kevin x Reader.

A/N- This ones a lil short, but cute.


Being the youngest Winchester was great! You adored your older brothers, the only downfall was how protective they were of you. It was rare they’d let you hunt, they would glare at any guy who glanced at you.. It was very tiresome.

A couple months ago you met a young prophet named Kevin Tran, you hit it off straight away, you had the same interests, similar senses of humour. You liked him, and he liked you. Then you two started dating, in secret of course. There were a couple of close calls where your brothers almost figured it out, but thankfully they weren’t as observant as they made out to be. 

Charlie was the first to find out because you told her straight away, she was like an older sister to you. Then it was Crowley, he was weirdly happy about it and threatened to break Kevin’s face if he hurt you. Cas found out last, when he was human he stayed at the bunker for awhile and he overheard you and Kevin talking about it, he was very happy for you both.

You put off telling your brothers for a while, not wanting them to know. You didn’t know how they’d react, but you knew either way they would threaten to kill Kevin and honestly you’d rather avoid that, also you’d never had a boyfriend before, that means you’ve gone a long while without having the dreaded ‘talk’, your brothers were amazing and you adored them but you knew plenty about the birds and the bee’s, you did not need to know anymore!

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Sam and Dean were on a supply, Crowley was locked up in the non-sex dungeon, you had no idea where Cas was. 

You and Kevin were sat in the library, he was trying to translate the Demon tablet, and you were sat opposite him with your legs crossed reading a book. Letting out a sigh you closed the book and pushed it away from you, looking up at Kevin you saw him frowning slightly with his eyebrows furrowed, “Kev, you okay there?” You asked but he didn’t respond, rolling your eyes you stood up, walked over to him and grabbed his notebook causing him to look up at you, “Y/N, what’re you doing?” He asked, trying to grab the notebook from your hand but you quickly pulled it away from him “you are way too stressed about this, so I’m making you take a break” you smiled.

Kevin shook his head and tried to grab it from you again but you just took a step back, “Y/N, this isn’t funny I have to get this translation done” he whined causing you to laugh, “I don’t care! You need to take a break once in a while to stop your brain from exploding” you said walking away from him, you heard his chair scrape across the floor, turning your head slightly you saw him walking towards you. Turning around to face him you gave him a small smile when he stopped in front of you, “how can I help you?” You asked holding the notebook behind your back, Kevin rolled his eyes and held his hand out “I want my notebook” he said, you furrowed your eyebrows faking some type of confusion, shaking your head you spoke “I have no idea what you’re talking about” you replied.

Kevin reached behind you but you held your arm out so he couldn’t take it from you, you quickly turned around and ran to the other side of the table, he stood facing you with his hands on his hips, “you need a break, Kevin. You’ve been working way too hard on this, you’re not eating as much and you hardly ever sleep. I’m worried” you admitted putting the notebook down, Kevin frowned slightly and dropped his arms, “I know that the guys need this translation but you come before all of that..” You trailed off looking down slightly.

You heard Kevin sigh and his footsteps started to walk towards you, he stopped in front of you and tilted your chin up so you were looking at him, he had gentle smile on his face, “it’s sweet that you worry about me, look if it makes you feel better I’ll take a break and we can do whatever you want” he said, softly grazing his thumb over your cheek causing you to lean into him. 

You smiled lightly and nodded your head “yeah, I’d like that.. Can we have ice-cream?” I asked quietly causing Kevin to throw his head back laughing, he nodded his head still chuckling “we can have all the ice cream you want” he smiled staring into your eyes, he quickly dipped his head and placed a soft kiss on your lips causing you to smile but you both froze when you heard “what the hell?!” Quickly turning around you saw Sam and Dean stood in the door way of the library, Sam had a small smirk on his face whereas Dean looked shell shocked, you turned back to Kevin, “and that’s what you do when CPR doesn’t work.. goodnight!” You yelled quickly running away and into your bedroom shutting the door behind you.

Around half an hour later you heard a quiet knock on the door, “Y/N? It’s Sam and Dean, can we come in?” Sam asked, you sighed and opened the door smiling sheepishly at your brothers, they walked in, Sam sitting on your bed and Dean leaning against your desk with his arms crossed, you closed the door and lent against it looking between your two brothers. 

Sam patted the space on the bed next to him so you walked over and plopped yourself onto the bed with your legs crossed, “so, uh since you’re dating now.. we need to have the talk” Sam said cringing slightly, your eyes widened as you looked at your brothers, “Y/N, when two people lo-” you cut Dean off by throwing a small pillow at his face, Dean sighed when the pillow hit the floor, “when two people-” he was cut of by yet another pillow hitting his face, “when two pe-” again, cut of by a pillow to the face, he narrowed his eyes at you “how many pillows do you have?” He asked in disbelief, you shrugged your shoulders “way too much for the average human being” you replied. 

Lying down you pulled the blanket up over your shoulders and you shoved your head under the mounds of pillows. You heard your brothers sigh then there was silence, “if you guys are planning on scaring me I’ll stab you” you threatened, your voice muffled by the pillows. You felt the blanket get yanked away from your body then two hands grabbed your arms and pulled you up, looking up you saw Sam, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder to prevent you from burying yourself back under the blanket and pillows. 

“I know you don’t want to have the talk but it’s important that you do” Sam started, “yeah, I mean you’re our little sister we don’t want you accidentally getting knocked up” Dean finished causing Sam to scowl at him, you nodded your head “I know, but I’ve already had the talk in school and I know plenty about.. ‘the do’ so you don’t need to worry” you informed, you could see them relax.

You sat in silence for a while before Sam spoke up, “so.. You and Kevin, huh?” He teased nudging your arm, you rolled your eyes and swatted his hand away “shut up” you muttered, the boys chuckled at the small blush that crept up onto your face, “you do realise if he hurts you, we’ll kill him?” Dean asked, you laughed and shook your head “nah, you won’t have to” you replied, the boys cocked their head in confusion “because I’ll kill him myself” you grinned, the two let out a laugh before standing up. 

“Well, it’s late so we’re gonna let you sleep, g’night kiddo” Sam said kissing your forehead, “g’night, sweetheart” Deans said also planting a kiss on your forehead, you pulled the blanket over yourself, placed your head on your pillow and mumbled a sleepy ‘goodnight’ at your brothers before darkness overcame you.


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Trying hard

Sometimes there are days when you try to study and everything goes pretty well and you manage to prepare for all the exams and tests you are supposed to take the following days.

Sometimes there are days when you try your best but without result. Because the only thing you are sure about is the feel that your head seems to be going to explode in next several minutes and your brain is not willing to accept any other information. 

Don’t worry. It can happen to everyone. Stop studying and take a break. If you can, take a nap or go to bed early if it is already evening and look at the notes once again later. The more you push on it and continue studying in that state of body and mind, the worse it will be for you because you cause harm to yourself and lose time. Personally, going to bed earlier and getting up earlier is one of the best things to do in that kind of situation. Tomorrow is another day. 

Young!Remus Lupin x Female Reader: Vixen (Night Intruder, Part 3)

A/N: So I guess this is it, huh? All is well that ends well - or something like that. You are all probably sick to death of me thanking you for the time and all those emotions I hope you feel when reading this series, but I can assure you, this is the last time. For the Night Intruder, at least. 
I really hope you like it, though. It’s a bit long - since it’s the last part I wanted to at least try and make it justice - and it’s a lot of fluff. Personally, I’ve never been a huge fan of fluffy fics, but our Remus here deserves some a lot of tender loving care, so I had to suck it and tap it lol 

Lots of love to you all! Hope you enjoy, lads xx

WARNINGS: the usual, basically - swear words, hideous English, the Marauder gang and sweet, sweet Remus.

New to the series? Accio first part  -  Accio second part

Originally posted by couplenotes


You had been asleep for about half an hour when the grand clock struck midnight, but this wasn’t the sound that woke you.

For Lily and Marlene, yesterday’s nightmare with the night intruder seemed to be repeating itself.

“I swear I’m gonna hex his ass!” Lily cried out in between two soft knocks on the door, lifting her braided head from the pillow.

You had barely had time to understand what was actually going on, when Marlene rolled off her bed and made her way to yours, grabbing the edge of your duvet and tearing it off.

“What the?…” you managed, rubbing your eyes, blinking at the sight of a royally pissed off Marlene, hands on her hips.

Before she could answer, another knock announced the nighttime visitor.

“She’s coming!” Marlene yelled out, gripping your hand tightly thus making you whine. She forced you onto your feet and pushed you towards the door.

Lily kept screaming obscenities loud enough for the intruder to hear, as you tried to tune in on what she was saying, slowly approaching the room’s entrance.

“How do you even know it’s me they came for?” you mumbled, running fingers through your hair, trying to make your blurred vision zero in on the doorknob. Marlene snorted behind you back, as your brain finally started to register what Lily was shouting all this time.

“…If you don’t tell Y/N how you feel about her this time, Remus John Lupin, Albus Dumbledore help me, you will be shitting blast-ended baby skrewts till Christmas!…”

You were on the verge of exploding in a fit of laughter, when your tired brain finally processed the information. Your hand froze on the doorknob, as you realized you weren’t ready to have this ‘i-m-sorry-that-i-can’t-be-friends-with-you-anymore’ conversation with Remus just yet.

Your roommates, however, left you no choice.

“Unless you have fucking confessed your eternal love for each other, don’t you bloody dare to come back! Especially you, Moony!” you heard Lily yell and squirmed, absolutely positive that Remus must have heard this one. Pushing the door, you stepped out of the room into the staircase, slamming it shut immediately.

“Sweet baby Godric, why do my friends always have to be so humiliating,” you whispered, listening carefully to what was happening behind closed doors.

“Yeah, welcome to the club, beautiful”.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his rough voice, and nearly tripped over itself when he called you beautiful.

You could make out the soft glow of his eyes in the dark – those of a wolf - as he looked at you like you were everything he had ever wanted. Before either of you could speak, both of you made a step closer to each other.

“I’m not going to pretend I’m sorry for waking you up and creating all this chaos, Y/N, because I…” Remus spoke first, his chest vibrating against your own, as you tried to control your breathing. Before he could continue, you slammed your fist into his shoulder hard enough to make him step back with a surprised puff escaping his scarred lips.

“You, stupid idiot!” you shrieked, throwing messy strands of hair out of your eyes. “What were you fucking thinking, Lupin?… I swear I’m gonna hex those two Slytherin goblins so bad they’re going to wish they were never born!…” Noticing Remus’ lips doing that thing they did when he fought back laughter, you glared at him, pissed out of your mind. “What are you bloody grinning about, you moron? You could have gotten yourself killed in that duel!”

“Or worse…” he muttered, beaming at you, his eyes sparkling. “Expelled.”

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m going Slughorn on your ass, Remus John Lupin!” you were out of breath for a minute there, so you stepped closer to him, trying to appear more threatening. “You think this is funny, don’t you? Everything’s a fucking joke to you! Merlin knows I should have given up on your reckless ass ages ago!” you bit your lip, trying desperately to calm down, but as soon as your gaze landed on Remus’ grinning face, all you wanted to do was Avada Kedavra him. “If you came here to say you’re sorry, you better…”

It all happened in a blink of an eye. His hands wrapping around your waist, Remus pulled you closer, smashing his lips into yours. Your eyes grew wide as he bit your lower lip, forcing you to let his tongue in.

“Will you just shut up for once!” Remus purred against your lips as his hands travelled up your body and finally settled on your cheeks. He caressed your tongue with his, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your cheekbones. You wrapped your hands around his neck, your anger flying out the window, moaning as you felt his hips brush against your own. You would never admit it, even to yourself, but you dreamed of this moment ever since you’d met the charming, yet so painfully oblivious boy three years ago.

“I love you, so fucking much,” he whispered in between the kisses, his lips leaving a burning trail down your neck, his hands buried in your messy hair.

It almost felt like your heart was going to burst, happiness drowning out all the reasonable arguments you had prepared for this life-changing conversation. Yet so many questions were still left unanswered, and as much as you yearned for the idiot’s touch, pretending like three years of ignorance never happened wasn’t your style. With a gargantuan effort, you pushed Remus away and against the wall, both of you staring at each other, your breathing rugged.

“What is all this?” you whispered barely audibly, still shocked at his move. “I anything but shouted at you that I cared for you for the last three years and you couldn’t give a hippogriff’s crap about it. So what changed?”

Remus bit his lips, catching his breath, still looking at you. You knew this sweet boy well enough to see that this was the question he dreaded most. He sank his teeth in his lower lip, closing his eyes, as if seeing you prevented him from thinking straight.

What he said next caught you completely off guard, leaving you gaping at him.

“Y/N, have you met you?” his eyes flew open, not impassive or detached, but with a fire dancing in his pupils, capable of burning you two in a flick of a flame. He made a step towards you, clutching his fists. “The way you look so effortlessly beautiful, and… And that big mouth of yours! I wish I didn’t constantly picture it roaming all over my naked body… Do you have any idea how intimidating all this makes you?!…” he threw his hands in the air and behind his head, turning away from you with a low, wolfish growl. “But guess what?” he suddenly turned back, shrugging with a sarcastic and bitter smile playing on his lips. “I live by the crap you give me! And I’d die for you if you wanted me to!”

You would probably comment on this shocking revelation if, for the first time in your life, you weren’t lost for words, feeling hypnotized, unable to look away from his green and golden irises.

“And now that I’ve told you everything, you won’t even talk to me. Great. Just great!” It was as if you saw your best friend for the first time in your life. He was different, everything about him felt different. Forthright. Ardent. It was a side of him you’d never seen before, and you couldn’t help but wonder what else was hiding behind that calm cool and collected Remus you used to know.

You swallowed the bait. Now you were dead set on getting to know your werewolf inside out.

Lupin motioned towards you, shaking his head, before burying his burning face in his hands.

You needed to say something. You needed to learn how to speak again, and fast.

While you were willing yourself to open your mouth, Remus uncovered his face, still biting his lips, drilling a hole with his glowing eyes in the wall in front of him.

“The only reason for which I didn’t tell you all of this sooner is because I didn’t think…” he started and his voice came to a halt, an enchanted kind of silence reigning over you two.

“What?” as soon as your own question reached your ears, you felt like it came from a third party, hiding somewhere around the corner. Remus was looking at you now, his eyes kissing every millimeter of your exposed skin.

“I…” he paused again, gazing at you, his hands finding their way into the pockets of the pajama bottoms he was wearing. “Godric knows I failed you, Y/N, time and again. I knew I wasn’t ever going to be worth your love, okay?” he snapped, looking away and gulping. “We both know I don’t deserve you and this is never going to change! But I can’t resist you, not anymore!”

Your eyebrows were so high by now they had almost reached the hairline.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” you all but screamed at him, the anger buried inside your chest finally surfacing and arming you with words. Moony stared at you open-mouthed, amazed at your sudden outburst of rage. “For such a brilliant guy, Remus, you sure are pretty fucking dumb!” it was your turn to clench fists now, trying to contain the urge to shake the living soul out of him, if that meant bringing him to his senses. “This world doesn’t deserve you, okay? This entire fucking universe doesn’t deserve you, so sort your shit out before I come down to the Great Hall and kiss your stupid face tomorrow morning!”

You turned your back to Remus, leaving him agape at what you had just said, as you made your way back to your room.

“Actually, come to think of it…” you murmured, slowing down and turning around all of the sudden, cutting the distance between you and shocked Remus in several steps. Genuinely afraid to scare him off, you ran your fingers through his sandy locks, gently and tantalizingly slowly brushing your lips against his. 

Once you distanced yourself from him, he exhaled noisily, having held his breath this entire time.

You couldn’t tell for how long you just stood there, looking at each other, engraving this moment of complete and utter happiness in your memory.

“Please don’t skin James, Sirius and Peter alive for telling me about your feelings”, he finally whispered after what seemed like ages, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “They meant well”.

“Don’t they always”, you smirked, as he pulled you in a careful embrace. You closed your eyes, wallowing in the feeling of Rem’s chest pressed tightly to yours – the sensation you would trade for nothing else in the world. “I can’t believe they brought your ass to where it actually belongs for once.”

You could literally feel Remus chuckle at your words as his whole body shook, his lips kissing the top of your head.

“I don’t mind keeping up these nighttime visits though,” Remus said in a low voice, changing the subject, his hands still wrapped around you. Before you could express your opinion on the matter, Lily’s and Marlene’s voices resonated in what seemed like the entire castle.

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”


The Great Hall was bathing in rays of the morning sun, illuminated. Small, cotton-like clouds hovered over your heads as Lily, Marlene, the Marauders and you all sat at the Gryffindor table, having breakfast.

You didn’t pay much attention to the animated discussion your friends were having – carefully examining the pages of the Charms book you had gotten from the library this morning, you were trying to ignore the warmth Remus was emanating, sitting next to you. Both of you looked rather sleep-deprived, considering you had spent the entire night catching up in the kitchens, binging on butterbeer and chocolate cakes. You bit your lower lip every time you recalled several particularly dear episodes from last night. Now and then your elbows would brush accidentally and you’d exchange knowing smiles – luckily the remaining three marauders were too consumed by their conversation to try and decode your secret language.

“Wolf Whisperer!” you heard Marlene yelp as Sirius smashed his fist on the Divination tome lying on the table, spilling the pumpkin juice all over her plate. The girl glared at him, but Padfoot couldn’t care less – staring expectantly at James and Peter, he waited for the verdict.

“Too long”, Potter finally shook his head no, chewing on his toast. You raised your eyes from the book, finally feeling curious enough to learn what the conversation was all about. That’s when you spotted Malfoy and Crabbe behind James’ back. Surrounded by a dozen of sulking Slytherins, both were staring at your group, obviously hating the view: your friends, all happy and well.

Catching Malfoy’s watery, colorless eyes, you slowly covered Rem’s hand with yours, interlacing your fingers gently. Fear flashing in the Slytherin’s stare, he immediately looked away, his face even more pale than usual.

Lily followed the movement of your hands with her eyes as well, beaming at both you and Remus.

“Queen Bee!” Sirius shared again, serving himself a scone.

“I doubt Y/N’s animagus form would be an insect,” hearing your name, you turned you head in Peter’s direction as he spoke. When Sirius opened his mouth again, you finally realized what the talk had been about all along.

“What about…” Padfoot threw you a meaningful look, “…a vivacious Vixen?”

You heard yourself guffaw, and the sound seemed to be contagious enough to make everybody at your table laugh heartily.

“I really think you should stop watching porn, Sirius,” you commented, still smiling. “It ain’t making you brighter”.

“At all,” Remus nodded, his right hand carefully wrapping around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him.

Sirius looked scandalized, as everyone sitting at the table chuckled at his reaction.

“Whose side are you bloody on, furry ball?” Black shot you two an expression of hurt dignity, making a show of buttering his scone.

You threw you head back on Remus’ shoulder, peaceful smile playing on your lips.

“I thought I made it clear that I am not interested in becoming a member of your secret society,” you claimed lazily, your eyes narrowed at three troublemakers sitting across from you.

“You are now dating a Marauder!” Sirius batted his eyelashes at you innocently, forgetting his meal completely. “You’re a part of the team by association!”

Your eyebrows crept up as you considered his reply.

“Lily is dating James”, you noted reasonably. “I don’t see you trying to come up with stupid nicknames for her”.

Lily’s face stretched in a mask of terror, while Sirius’ expression lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Lily!” he turned her way abruptly, bending over the table in order to see her face, hidden behind Potter’s broad shoulders and thus knocking over the pumpkin juice at last. The contents of the pitcher spread on the table surface, painting it orange. “How do you feel about…”

Thank you, Y/N!” the red-head interrupted him, taking out her wand and cleaning up the table with a simple spell. Sirius, disappointed at not being heard, was about to speak again when students present in the Great Hall turned towards the Slytherin table, having heard a horrified scream coming from there.

Lucius Malfoy, now sporting an inhumanly long, crooked nose so unlike his own, was slowly but surely turning green and wrinkly. Gerard Crabbe was looking around, shocked, his mouth frozen in a grimace, his eyes producing an insane amount of tears. One could tell he wanted to stop the wailing, but he didn’t seem to be able to.

“Oh my… What’s wrong with Malfoy and Crabbe? They don’t look so good!” Peter voiced what everyone in the hall was thinking, as you felt Sirius’ mischievous glance settle on you.

“I suppose our Vixen here should know,” he grinned at you suggestively, as you tried to suppress a smile of your own.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”, you felt Remus squeeze your knee lightly under the table, as he gave you a chiding look.

Your lips curled in a half-smirk as you stared at your feet, relishing the warmth of Moony’s hand on your leg.

Maybe you had it in you to become the fifth Marauder after all…


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