ugh stop with your gorgeous face

anonymous asked:

Tell us about your first kiss!!

Harry: *gazes adoringly*

Draco: *reluctant grin* Ugh. *pushes his face away*

Harry: It was at midnight on New Year’s Eve at Parkinson’s party six years back.

Draco: We’d bickered all bloody evening–

Harry: He looked gorgeous though–

Draco: This one kept following me around like a creep–

Harry: You didn’t complain when I followed you out into the balcony.

Draco: Yes, well, you were wearing your leather jacket–

Harry: So I find him out there and it’s freezing cold and so I ask him to stop being an idiot and come back inside ‘cause they were about to start the countdown.

Draco: And I asked him to sod off.

Harry: So I pressed him up against the wall and asked him to make me.

Draco: I’m sure I shot back something witty at that point.

Harry: You didn’t, you were too busy staring at my mouth.

Draco: Well, you have a very nice mouth.

Harry: Thank you, love. (´ ε ` )♡

Draco: And then we heard them start counting down to midnight.

Harry: And I had exactly ten seconds to work up the courage.

Draco: Which you did…

Harry: And then I kissed him.

Draco: It was fucking perfect. 

Harry: And it was our last ever first kiss.

Draco: …Congratulations, you made it gayer.

Aftershocks Part 8

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Captain America

Warnings: So much Fluff, ALL THE SMUT! Second warning for mass amounts of smut, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all)

Word Count: 4979 (In my defense, there are 3 pages of smut)

Summary: You and Bucky find yourselves on an impromptu date, as the chemistry rises your ability to resist each other falls. 

Authors Note: So this is my first real crack at smut, it’s super descriptive so I hope you guys are into it. I personally love this piece and found myself giggling while writing the date scene. I know it’s long but I can guarantee it’s worth it, I will go back to shorter chapters after this one. As always thank you so much for reading this and all the lovely words of encouragement, feel free to message me with thoughts and feelings, feedback is deeply appreciated. Tagging is open, just ask <3

Tags: @crapythings @buckyismyaesthetic @endless-dawn @ckwylde @cambodia5, @wxnchestervevo

Aftershocks: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8b, Part 9, Part 10, Part 10b, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Post Credit Scene


Bucky’s POV:

With a sharp kick to the middle of his chest, Bucky was sent sprawling backwards, coming to rest harshly 10 feet away on the blue mat. “Jesus, Buck, you alright?” Steve comes running up to him bending over him as he lays on the mat, returning oxygen to his lungs. “Yeah,” Bucky huffs, heaving himself into a sitting position, “just didn’t block it” “We should stop for today, you’re clearly out of sorts pal.” Steve insisted, looking at his friend, worry etched in his face. 

“Buck, what’s going on? Are you alright? There’s something… different.” Bucky’s mind immediately flashes to Y/N, remembering the warm pressure of her body curled beside him that morning. Every morning. He smiles quietly to himself. 

The past week he had been hearing her cries in the late hours and running into her room to comfort her. For the past week he had held her while she wept. Feeling her warmth, her curves, as her body shakes with sobs, wrapping his arms around her, helping in the only way he could, but still feeling it not to be enough. For a week he had laid next to her perfect form, fingers dragging gently across her skin, as she breathed peacefully against his chest. And for the past week, he had left abruptly as she began to stir in the morning. Wishing not to force his imposing presence on her when she no longer needed him. But for those few hours, she needed him and he was in heaven. 

“Buck!” Steve interrupts Bucky’s whirring mind, “why are you smiling like that? Bud, what the hell is going on?” Bucky’s face falls as he registers Steve’s questions, a deep sadness and emptiness creeping across his face as he looks at his friend. “Nothing” He mumbles, the heartbreaking reality crashing on him. As much as I wish there was. As much as I need there to be. She doesn’t need me.  “Nothing.” He repeats, shaking his head and turning away from his best friend. 

The memory of her shimmering eyes and full lips haunting his thoughts, her laugh echoing in his ears. “Buck,” Steve sighs, moving forward to clap a hand to his friend’s shoulder, squeezing slightly, forcing Bucky to look at him, “Take the day tomorrow, drive into the city, take some time to haunt our old streets. Spend some time with yourself, with who you were. I think it’ll do you some good.” Steve shakes his buddy slightly, Bucky smiles gently at his friend. “You’re right. Thanks Stevey.”

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Y/N POV:

“Well aren’t you looking smart,” Natasha teased as Bucky walks into the kitchen. Your eyes rise from the paper in front of you and your breath catches in your chest as you drink in his appearance. He stands tall in front of you; his hair combed back. 

Your eyes slide to his chest, his perfect build emphasized by a seamlessly tailored pale blue dress shirt, topped off with a fitted grey vest. Your eyes slide down hungrily, drinking in his close-fitting pants, the taught fabric accentuating his long legs and thick thighs. Your head swims as you absorb his appearance. 

“Thanks,” Bucky responds sheepishly, rubbing his neck awkwardly, holding eye contact with you. “You look great Buck. You going somewhere?” you ask cautiously, “Yeah, got a hot date Barnes?” Wanda interjects; your head swims, as your stomach kicks at the thought, making you feel ill as a rush fills your ear. 

“No.” Bucky answers quickly, eyes still on you. “Nothing like that, just taking a day, going to the old stomping grounds.” “Ugh, Brooklyn.” Nat chimes in, pulling a disgusted face. “I don’t know why you and Steve are still so obsessed with that hipster-infested, reject of a neighborhood.” Bucky shrugs, hiding his hurt at her words of his beloved home. “Well have fun.” Wanda smiles sweetly, he smiles back nervously, turning and walking onwards towards his room. 

You stop for minute, eyes focused on the gorgeous man as he walks away, painfully aware of his flawless silhouette and perfect posture. You move quickly, following him down the hall “Hey Bucky,” you call, jogging slightly to catch up with him. “Can I… I mean would it be alright… I want to… I need to get out of here for a little bit. Need a break…” 

You peer up at him cautiously through thick lashes, you see his jaw clench slightly and your next words come tumbling out, “Can I come with you?” you ask nervously, heart pounding in your throat. His eyes widen slightly with surprise, his perfect posture bending somewhat, inclining towards you “Of course.” He smiles broadly.  “Get dressed. We’ll leave in an hour.”

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“You could at least tell me where we’re going” you move swiftly beside him through the streets of Brooklyn, jogging slightly to keep up with his long strides, your heels clack at the pavement with the hurried movement. Your tight black dress with a sweetheart neckline forces your breasts on display as they rise and fall with your quickened pace, your A-line skirt flutters gently against your thighs, caught in the early summer breeze, as you move quickly beside him. 

“You’ll see,” he smiles, slowing up his pace slightly to make contact with your hand and take it gently in his, interlocking his fingers as his eyes scan up and down your body, “You look beautiful by the way” Your heart quickens and not because of your accelerated pace. You move swiftly through the streets, Bucky trailing you slightly behind him as he weaves through the other people. 

He comes to stop in front of an ice cream truck, turning to smile at you. You stare up at the truck, Mister Softee written on the side. He beams down at you expectantly. You stare at him, relishing in his excited smile. “Dessert before dinner Barnes? Who knew you were such a rebel.” You grin up at him, savoring the joy pulsating from his face. 

Without further questioning you step up to the window and ask for a vanilla, chocolate swirl with rainbow sprinkles. He follows you; smile widening requesting a chocolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles. “Chocolate everything huh?” you smirk at him, jokingly poking him in his hard abdomen. “You know me, man of consistency. What about you wild thing? Trying a little bit of everything are you?” You laugh at his observation, “I like to keep my options open,” you tease, stepping decisively towards him, positioning yourself chest to chest, biting your lip slightly.

Every night for the past week he had slept in your bed, but every morning you have woken just in time to see him moving out your door. No more. Tonight, you’re mine Barnes. You think decisively, steeling yourself to your desire. When you want something, you never stop until you get it, and there is nothing in this moment you want more than Bucky Barnes. 

You gaze up at him, biting your lip as your fingers cautiously intertwine with his, pulling him closer to you, pulling his hands to rest on your hips. He stares down at you, unsure of your movements. You’re mine. You think again as you slowly begin to raise your heels, raising your face closer to his. “Here you go” the ice cream man interrupts gruffly. 

Bucky quickly breaks from your body, turning to receive the two enormous cones. He turns around grinning and you cannot help but laugh through your frustration, taking in his puppy like excitement. “Come on, I know a place” he hands you your ice cream, turning his back on you, he begins to lead the way to a nearby park.

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Your stomach grumbles, as your abdomen aches from laughing for so long. You and Bucky sit perched on the bench, having watched the sunset in the park. The conversation was easy, comfortable, but every time you would slide your hand onto his or move slightly closer, he would respond with a natural movement that would cause distance, leaving you confused of whether or not he intended the separation. 

“Dinner!” He says suddenly, eyes darting to your stomach, “we should eat something. Come on, I know just the place.” He stands decisively beside you, pulling you to your feet keeping his hand in yours as you begin to stroll towards the exit of the park, slowly this time, hands swinging gently together. 

You take exaggerated steps, dancing slightly beside him, swinging his hand with you as your skirt swishes. He chuckles lightly at your joking action, pulling your hand suddenly and spinning you under his arm, your skirt spinning outwards as you let out an exuberant giggle, before he snaps his wrist again, spinning you sharply back beneath his arm, catching you against his chest. You inhale sharply, leaning into his chest. Mine. Your head screams, feeling heat surge through your core at the proximity of your bodies. Mine. You lean into him harder, staring up at him, his eyes burning into you. Your stomach rumbles loudly again. 

“Food” he smiles, moving you from in front of him to beside him, never releasing your hand, but beginning his movement forward again, pace slightly quicker. But… you whimper internally, wishing for the moment back. “Mine,” you whisper inaudibly, allowing him to pull you into step beside him once more, your heart sinking in your chest.

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“Liar.” You smirk, talking cautiously with your mouth full of pizza. “It’s true,” he grins, deeply amused by your persistence in persecuting him, even with a mouth full of food. “I had my first ever slice of pizza in this very establishment. 1922. I was 5 years old and to this day I haven’t found a single slice better.” He continues, a smug look across his face as he settles back in the booth, drinking cockily from his wine glass. 

“You are such a little liar Barnes” You smile broadly, gesticulating at him with your slice of pizza before taking a ferocious bite, you chew quickly swallowing down the warm cheesy goodness, making content noises at the deliciousness of the food “But I will give you one thing, this is the best damn pizza I have ever had.” 

Bucky grins, basking in your relaxed and happy state, “I’ll prove it to you” he leans lazily back over the booth, pointing towards a photograph of a wide eyed, smiling boy, with a pie twice his size in front of him. “That’s me,” he insists, you get up skeptically moving towards the photograph, examining it closely. 

There was no denying those eyes, that smile; even with the age of the photograph you would recognize that face anywhere. You coo jokingly “Awww, Baby Bucky,” you tease, mussing his hair as you return to your seat in front of him. “You believe me now?” “I guess I have to, Buckaroo. You’ve given me cold hard evidence.”  He laughs heartily at your teasing. 

The kind elderly woman behind the counter shuffles over slowly, refilling your wine glass and Bucky’s. “Thank you, Rosemary,” he says gently, she smiles kindly. “How come you never come see me anymore James?” She asks, giving Bucky a gentle tap on the shoulder, scolding him in her thick Italian accent. “Aww I’m sorry beautiful, I’ve moved out of the city with work,” her face falls softly, “But hey,” he continues, taking her frail fingers in his and raising them gently to his lips, “You know you’re still my number one girl Rosie.” A toothy smile spreads across her face, “Good lord boy, as charming as the day I met you all those years ago. What will your beautiful girlfriend have to say about this” she laughs kindly, raising an eyebrow to you. 

“Take him!” you exclaim, raising your hands in surrender. “I know when I’m beat by a better woman.” You all chuckle jovially as Rosemary leans forward touching a sweet kiss to Bucky’s forehead before shuffling back to the kitchen. “Looks like I have competition.” You joke to him, his eyebrows raising back at you, “I didn’t know you were in the race.” You feel your face flush; you glance awkwardly around the room, suddenly aware of the stifling warmth of the tiny restaurant. 

“So… James?” you ask slowly, changing the subject, cocking an eyebrow at him, “you mean to tell me that your full name isn’t Bucknell?” you smirk, feigning shock at this new discovery. He smiles, shaking his head, eyes falling to the empty plates in front of you two, “No, it’s not Bucknell. Or Buckaroo for that matter. It’s James, James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky is a nickname Steve gave me when we were younger… There was a guy that had been bullying him named James so he developed a bad relationship with the name. Naturally I beat the guy up. But the nickname just kinda stuck.” 

You gaze at him, kindness etched in every line on his face, your heart beats a little faster as you melt under his stare, his gleaming blue eyes burning into you. “We should get going,” He murmurs tenderly, breaking the eye contact and turning quickly to get Rosemary’s attention. She smiles and flips her hand at him. 

“It’s on me,” she chuckles, “just come back and see me sometime, ok handsome?” “You got it, Rosie.” He gets up from the table moving briefly over to her and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, thanking her for her hospitality. “Thank you” you call to her, receiving a warm smile and a nod in return. He walks back to you, leading you through the tables and pulling the door open for you.

“Thank you for dinner… for everything… I had a lovely time.” You speak softly, nervously, your feet placing slowly one in front of the other, your hands clutched in front of you on your purse. He matches your slow pace beside you, hands pressing into his pockets. 

“Y/N” he stops suddenly turning to face you. You halt your movement as well, looking up at him; even in heels he was at least a head taller than you. He won’t make eye contact with you, his jaw clenched, his teeth gnawing at his lip. “Buck?” you ask, gently raising your hand up to press against his cheek. His eyes close softly at your action, a small exhale escaping his lips. “Hey, what is it?” 

His eyes snap back open staring down at your gentle face, your expression rich with kindness and concern. “I…” he starts, the sky illuminates with light quickly followed by a loud crack of thunder. Suddenly the sky opens up and a torrential downpour begins. You shriek, laughing loudly at the sudden flood, drenching both of you as he grabs your hand and moves you quickly through the streets to a covered dark alleyway. 

You breathe heavily, laughing heartily as you shake off the water saturating your skin, keeping refuge under the cover of the alley. “You alright?” He asks, laughing himself, shaking out his hair like a wet dog, you squeal as his water droplets fly at you. “I was, until you did that.” “What’s wrong doll,” he smirks, pulling you closer to him, “Don’t like being wet?” he stares down at you, eyes burning with lust. 

You gaze up at him, tight in his grasp, your wet breasts rising and falling as you breathe heavily against him. His gaze falls from your eyes to your mouth, a twitch of his cock warning him cautiously. His eyes continue to slide down your neck, following a water droplet as it glides over your collarbone, slipping down your chest and between the perkiness of your breasts. His cock twitches more forcefully as he notices the small buds of your erect nipples rising from your chest. 

Your hand slides up to his face, wiping water off his cheek and pushing his hair out of his eyes. “You were saying” you ask teasingly, staring up at him, waiting, begging, your teeth toying with your bottom lip as you gaze up at him, imagining his own pout pressed harshly against yours. You feel a wetness form between your legs, knowing full well that it is completely separate from the rain. 

Another clap of thunder makes you jump, your heart slamming against your chest in surprise. And suddenly he releases you, offering as much distance, as the small alleyway will allow, his eyes staring at your feet. You both stand there, separate from each other, wet and cold, the space between you burning with the suffocating silence that surrounds you. 

You reach up, fingers pulling through your hair in frustration as you let out a pitiful, almost hysterical groan. After pacing slightly you turn hard to face him again, his eyes still looking away from you. You thump your back against the cold, wet wall, feeling your stomach twist in disappointment. 

Angry words rise quickly to your mouth before you can think better of them, “What more do I have to do Bucky?” You blurt out, your voice rasping as you fight the stinging in your eyes. He stares at you, confused. His blue eyes wide as he watches you blankly. “I…. every time…I… what do I have to… Uggh” you grunt out in frustration. “You’re impossible, you know that?” you continue loudly, laying into him, resuming your fervent pacing. “Every time I think you want me, you pull away. Every time I think I’m getting close to you, you put distance between us. What more do I have to do? I can’t stop thinking about you. So here I am, Buck, clear as day. I want you.” 

You can’t bring yourself to look at him, but you sense his body tense in front of you, the heat of his gaze pressing into you, spurring your outpouring of words. “I don’t know what else I can do. But I…” your confession is cut short, as he moves quickly forward, the firmness of his metal arm wrapping hard around your lower back as the warmth of his right hand flies into your hair, pulling you harshly against him, slamming his lips firmly against yours. 

You press into his lips, shock racing through your brain as the intoxication of his kiss seeps into your body. Then you respond with fervor, throwing your arms around his neck, locking your hands behind his head, using the leverage to press yourself more aggressively into his mouth. A breathy moan escapes your mouth as he pushes harder against you, forcing your back to the cold brick. 

He takes advantage of your parting lips, slipping his tongue expertly between them, rubbing gently against your own, applying more pressure to your head as he tries to deepen the kiss, his fingers scraping deliciously against your scalp, eliciting a small shiver down your spine. He growls roughly as he finally breaks contact, with your lips, pulling back slightly to examine your face, your lips red and swollen from the harshness of his kiss. 

You beam up at him, biting your swollen lip, “took you long enough” you exhale heavily your glistening chest rising and falling rapidly, he dives down to your chest, kissing your neck, biting gently at your soft skin before flicking his tongue over the marks, soothing the agitated skin. You moan loudly, fingers entwining through his wet locks, pulling him tightly against you. “Sorry doll,” he breathes into your ear, nipping playfully at your lobe with his teeth, “if I knew you wanted me like this, I would have broken down your door just to get to you.” 

You groan wantonly at the thought, your skin burning at his touch, the wetness between your thighs becoming painfully noticeable as your clit twinges, begging for attention. You pull him by his hair, forcing his eyes to match with yours. You drive another hard kiss to his lips, before whimpering into his mouth, “I want you. Bucky, I need you.” His face lights up as a mischievous smile cracks across his face, his eyes scanning your body hungrily. 

He kisses you harshly again biting at your lip before pulling gently away, sinking to his knees in front of you. “Buck?” You look down at him, confused. “Shhhh” he whispers, his hot breath gliding across the soft skin of your thighs, you feel a sharp pulse in your clit. His hands follow his breath, fingers kneading into the soft flesh of your thighs as he slowly slides them up under the hem of your dress. Your head rolls back, a soft moan escaping your lips as he blows a hot breath onto your soaking black panties, his finger sliding up and down the smooth fabric, placing much needed pressure on your heat. 

“Shit doll, you’re saturated.” You whimper softly, legs twisting in front of him. He gently slides your panties down and off you, helping you to step out of them as you spread your legs eagerly, thrusting your hips forward to meet the warmth of his fingers as they slide up and down your slick slit. Your eyes list closed, your breathing heavy as his mouth presses up against you, sucking gently on your swollen clit. 

You feel a heat come alive in the pit of your stomach at his contact, his cold metal hand slipping behind you to cup your pert ass, squeezing gently, before sliding down your thigh coming to rest behind your knee. You groan breathlessly, head rolling from side to side as his tongue laps at your bundle of nerves, your eyes squeeze shut at the intensity of the fire growing in your stomach. 

His hand jerks behind your weak knee, popping it upwards with ease and draping it over his shoulder. The new angle allowing his lips to wrap fully against you, incasing your clit entirely as he sucks harder. Your eyes suddenly snap open as he slips a finger inside of you, curling it forward towards your belly, throwing fuel on the burning fire roaring inside you. 

You whimper loudly “Bucky” you moan, as he slides another finger inside of you, moving faster in his ministrations, licking hungrily at your core. “That’s it doll,” he whispers, breath hot against your wetness as your single leg supporting you begins to shake, your weight falling heavily on the leg draped over his shoulder. “Bucky” you whimper louder, as his fingers pump in and out of you quickly, “Cum for me baby” he begs, your eyes snapping down to him, meeting the burn of his perfect blue stare, his metal arm pressed against your abdomen holding you up along with your skirt. 

With an undeniable curl of his fingers you become undone, unraveling in his grasp as his mouth presses eagerly into you, lapping up every bit of wetness as you cry out against him, the fire in your stomach exploding in a flood between your legs. Your leg buckles beneath you, Bucky moving his metal arm quickly to catch you as he rises up to face you, fingers still gently moving inside you as you ride out your orgasm. 

He presses his lips softly to yours; you taste the sweetness of your own cunt on his tongue, forcing a small spark to begin to fester inside your stomach again. He removes his fingers from your slick heat, bringing them up to his mouth to taste your juices. You groan sheepishly at your sudden emptiness, your breath catching again as you see his eyes flash with lust at the taste of you on his fingers. 

You wrap your fingers back into his hair, pulling him harshly against your lips once again, prompting a small laugh to rumble in his chest as you ravenously pull on his lips. “Not enough for you?” He chuckles into your ear as you bite at his jaw, your tongue dragging roughly against the slight stubble on his chin. “More” You moan hungrily pressing your hand firmly against the hardness straining in his pants. 

He groans as you rub your hand up and down his covered shaft, feeling it throb in response to your touch. You bite your lip as your fingers fumble with his buckle, aggressively yanking his pants just below his tight ass, you stare down at his hard shaft, taking a deep, ragged breath before hooking your thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down to join his slacks, his hard cock springing free. 

You whimper hungrily, biting your lip as you take in the sheer size of him, your core tenses begging for him to be sheathed inside of you. Your eyes flick back up at him, full of wanting, “Fuck,” he growls as his hand flies back to your face, his lips roughly meeting yours. You feel his hands slide down your torso, gripping roughly onto your ass pulling slightly, you get the memo and use the leverage of his shoulders to jump slightly, his arms quickly pulling you up against him as your legs lock around his torso. 

Pressing your back hard against the brick wall he slides a hand between your legs, playing roughly with your clit for a few moments making you whimper, begging for more, he then takes his cock in hand, sliding it up and down your slit, teasing you. You buck your hips forward in protest, pleading with him to fuck you. Finally his hips snap forward suddenly, driving his hard length deep inside you. 

You gasp loudly, head rolling back as your nails dig into his shoulders. He stalls inside you, fully submerged, giving you a chance to adjust to his size, your chest rising and falling rapidly against him. “Y/N?” he whispers gently in your ear. “Please,” you moan, eyes closed, skin vibrating with the feeling of his heat against you, “fuck me Bucky, please. I need it” he draws back slowly before gently sliding back into you, letting you feel him inch for inch. 

Your eyes fly open, burning with desire, he continues his teasing movements sliding in and out of you slowly, allowing the gentle burn in your stomach to smolder and flare. “Please” you whimper, your head falling forward against his shoulder, his deep and heavy breathing hot in your ear. “I need you Bucky.” He growls at your words, his hips snapping up into you, eliciting a small yelp from you at the harshness of the movement. 

Your head snaps up, meeting his lips hungrily as he continues to slam up into you, fingers digging into your soft skin, holding you steady as he roughly thrusts up into you. You break your kiss, gasping for air as the fire inside of you flares, sparking through your whole body with every deep thrust of his hips. “Shit Y/N,” he growls, his breathing heavy, “You’re. So. Fucking. Tight.” 

He punctuates each word with a hard snap of his hips, you cry out, your hips bucking involuntarily against his, messing with his perfect rhythm, little did he care as his deep thrusts quicken, pumping at speed up into you. “That’s it doll,” he pants “that’s my girl.” “Bucky” you gasp, a strangled cry emanating from your parted lips as he presses his mouth hard against yours once more. 

As his pace quickens you feel your walls clench, the fire in your stomach reaching its peak burning point, your thighs vibrating on his hips as your entire body begins to shake with the intensity of your second orgasm. You rip your lips away from his, head reeling back gasping for air. “Oh God! James!” You scream out as your walls clench tightly around him, pulsing against his hard cock. 

Your last word causes him to come undone, his own orgasm following quickly behind yours, with a final thrust he lets out a hard moan as he explodes into you, every muscle tensing beneath you as he releases inside of you. Groaning he wraps his arm around your back, his sweaty forehead falling forward to press against your collarbone. Your hand wraps gently around his head, stroking his wet hair as you touch a chaste kiss to his forehead. 

He gently presses his hands to your hips, lifting slightly as you dislodge yourself from him, his slowly softening cock slipping out of you. He sets you on your feet, holding you for a minute until he’s sure you can stand, you smile up at him sheepishly, giggling slightly. 

He moves to pull up his pants, buckling his belt as you smooth out your dress, he hands you a handkerchief to clean yourself up, lips ghosting across your temple as you take it gratefully. “Rain’s stopped” you comment your breathing still a little heavy. “Yeah,” he laughs, “but you’re still wet” he teases swatting playfully at your ass. 

You catch his hand as he pulls you back into his arms, his eyes crinkling with the force of his smile, you rise up to kiss him, taking in his intoxicating scent. “Don’t start us up again doll,” he growls, dislodging you from his lips and laughing at your pout, “or we’ll never get home… speaking of,” he says, glancing concernedly at his watch, “we should be getting back.” 

You huff at him playfully faking a pout, “Come on Y’N,” he pulls on your hand, you stand there stubbornly, until he comes back to you, bending slightly to press his lips against your ear, “Oh come on, if I can do that to you in an alleyway, imagine what we could do in a bed.” Your stomach clenches at the thought, elaborate plans flooding your mind. 

You move quickly with purpose, passing him as you drag him by the hand out of the alleyway. He laughs boisterously behind you, allowing himself to be dragged forward by your tiny form, the sound of his joyful laugh ringing in the damp night air as you both walk back to the car

Secrets

Request/er: Werewolf Chanyeol / Anonymous

Originally posted by kpopderpislifeu

Written By: Admin L. 
Summary: Some people have a crush on their handsome neighbors and admire them from afar… other people just accidentally tackle the cute guy down at their first meeting. And get themselves into a way bigger adventure than a flirt with that hottie next door. 
A/N: Okay, so in the request it wasn’t specified whether you wanted smut or fluff or angst …so I just did all of those.  Also I am sorry this took so long. 
Word Count: 3898


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The Mysterious Stranger

Ahhh a new series. 

So so so sorry guys. I promise I’ll finish the other series. I just keep getting ideas that I want to share for you guys. I think I might put all the request I’ve received so far in this series and make it into one huge fluffy, smutty, angsty beautiful Bangtan mess~

PLEASE EXCUSE MY SHITTY WRITING

Without further adieu,

Ladies and Gentleman,

Part 1: The Mysterious Stranger~

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

-Admin K

(Promise it will get better)

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

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Live to Die Another Day

Imagine you and Sam are on a hunt, dealing with some personal issues regarding your on-again-off-again romance, when disaster threatens to ruin everything. ***Re-post from my old SPN Tumblr!!!*** Request for @bitchfacedmoose

Sam x Reader

Fluff, Adventure, Feels!

It had been a long day, and it looked like it was going to be an even longer night. You’d shown up at this creepy old house this morning, after learning about the three bodies found here the previous week. All teenagers, all stabbed to death. You had been here, poking around to no avail all damned day, when you heard tires crunching outside. You deftly pressed yourself against the wall, peering to your side out the window. A familiar black Impala had pulled up outside. You let out a long sigh. The Winchesters.


It wasn’t that you disliked the brothers. Quite the opposite- they had come in handy quite a few times in the past when your paths had crossed. In fact, over the last few years, it seemed you’d made a sort of habit out of saving each others asses. But you didn’t expect them to show up today, of all days. You’d been on the road for three days, you looked like hell, and you weren’t in the mood for company. Even Sam Winchesters company, which you admitted you’d freely enjoyed on multiple occasions.


You stalked down the winding staircase, and threw the front door open. Both brothers were startled, and hastily threw up their shotguns and aimed them at the now open door. Squinting, Sam lowered his, recognition slowly registering in his eyes.


“Now now, boys, that’s no way to greet an old friend.” You sauntered out onto the sagging wrap-around porch. Dean lowered his gun as well.


“Y/N.” Sam murmured. You nodded at him. “It’s been a while.”


“Yes. It has.” It had been a while. Six months at least, and a few even since you’d lost contact. You’d wondered why he’d stopped texting, but contact was always shoddy with the burner phones you hunters were always carrying and discarding.


A wide smile spread across Dean’s face. “Good to see ya!” He approached you, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up in a warm hug. “Gorgeous as always!”


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Kai: Room Service

A/N: I’M SUCH A BAD PERSON, I PROMISED TO POST THIS LIKE TWO DAYS AGO but I got busy. Sooo anyways, this is my first scenario in soooooo long. Ugh please give me tips!! I honestly rewrote it like three times, and still it has sooooo laggy and has so many flaws!! And on top of that its soooo long. I’m sorry guys, but I promise I’m going to give my next fic 120%! But please still support this blog!! And request a scenario here!!

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Ever since you graduated high school, you wanted to give your parents one else thing to worry about so you decided to get a job. Even though you only worked weekends, the job paid you more than any other places would for an entire week. You were a hotel house keeper. It was indeed a difficult job, cranky customers, harsh managers, and mysterious odors on each floor that changed from day to day.

It was Saturday, you just arrived to work. Everyone seemed busy as usual. After changing into you uniform, as usual you went up to the 14th floor and started cleaning out the rooms. Just as you finished your second room, the manager approached you,”Yah! ______-ah! There you are! Hurry and take this order to room 1403!!” then handing you an order form. “Ah Yes Sir! Right away!” with that you hurried up stairs to get prepare the order.

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Going to do a bullet list to make this easier and so I don’t clog up people’s dashes.

  • MISCA on Misha’s trailer door. Omg. And then MISCAH
  • ((It’s around this point where I realize this is a joke and of course Misha is being a silly being, acting like it’s a usual thing))
  • Gina’s voice: Oh My God It’s Jensen.
  • Bullshit he does Yoga. Liar Lol If he does Yoga, I’m the fucking Pope.
  • Scratch that, if he does Yoga, ten bucks says he does it with Dee and Misha
  • Maybe Misha taught him. Mmm yes. Let’s go with that.
  • LOL Jensen meditating. What the actual fuck.
  • OOh Jared working out. I could watch a good ten minutes of that.
  • Fucking Jeremy Carver.
  • Misha taking pics of himself on his phone. You fucking dork.
  • OMG LOOK AT ALL THE TRENCHCOATS!! *grabby hands* CAN I HAVE JUST ONE? JUST ONE?!
  • Also Look at the fucking Misha sweater from the French Mistake. I need to get that. That’s online somewhere right?
  • “This is where they make us look pretty” Fuck you and your fucking face. You know damn well you are already pretty.
  • OMG *dies laughing* Jensen in a face mask. I love this image so much. What the fuck are you doing Jen?? You are such a fucking doof. Did Misha put you up to this? And you just went along with it? Really?
  • Seriously though, I want to know how that conversation went.
  • Yeah, Jensen can you do like a mud mask thing? Like all over my face with the cucumbers and shit? Yeah. Yeah I’ll do that.
  • If you do something for me later…
  • Okay maybe not that last part, but THIS IS MY LIVEBLOGGING FUN TIMES, OKAY?!
  • “Jensen this is your playlist on your iPod.” Dude, this is just making my night. This is fucking hilarious.
  • Ugh Jensen, you are a gorgeous fucking asshole. Look at your face. Look at it. Just. Stop it. I can’t breathe over here.
  • “Floppy eared, dopey teddy bear”. Weird. That is also how I describe Jared.
  • Misha’s bedhead–Christ–Okay, can we just bask in that for a minute. I want that woman’s job. I want to run my fingers through his hair. Seriously.
  • JARED IN A BEANIE.
  • I may have blacked out. Jay in a beanie is my weakness.
  • Riiiiight Jared needs a hairpiece. Mhm. Sure.
  • MISHA IN WHITE SHIRT AND TRENCHCOAT
  • I may have blacked out again. But fuck can you blame me. Man is looking really fucking good. Really really fucking Good. Yeah. Good not, good. Capital fucking G.
  • OMFG IS THAT RICHARD BEHIND THE FOOD?! 
  • *Flails for the next three minutes straight* RIICCHHAARRDDD
  • TIMMMMMMMM
  • *dies for a good five minutes*
  • Timothy fucking Omundson. CAIIIINNNN
  • *is revived*
  • Lol at Richard running away
  • Lol at Jensen peeking behind a corner. Winchester hiding skills at work
  • Again with Jared working out. I could watch him all fucking day. Really I could.
  • Fucking Jeremy Carver.
  • Jensen you are…a fucking. Dork. Capital D.
  • Misha is wearing off on you bby.
  • Jensen reads poetry huh?
  • Does he read your poetry, Mish?
  • Jared working out with sunglasses on? Really?
  • I would also not mind being the mirror holders for Jared.
  • What even is this shit.
  • I am just
  • I cannot right now
  • I cannot
  • Jared you are just as big of a fucking doof
  • Stop iittt.
  • Honestly this is cool and all, but I want to see what it’s actually like behind the scenes. We all know this is bullshit, so the real stuff is probably coming soon, right?
  • “Your welcome” *dies laughing*
  • “I don’t cry in real life” BULL FUCKING SHIT. I HAVE SEEN YOUR GODDAMN WEDDING PHOTOS YOU BLUBBERING FUCK. I SAW YOUR FACE WHEN YOU FIRST SAW GENEVIEVE. SHUT YOUR STUPID MOUTH.
  • Jeremy calling Jared an asshole is just super fucking funny to me. Pot meet kettle.
  • Not that Jared is an asshole. Obviously I know this isn’t how he is.
  • Oh my God, Misha didn’t wait for her. That poor girl.
  • IMPALAAAAAAAAA
  • Yes, I blacked out again.
  • I want to touch it. Just pet her. Just once.
  • Fuck you Jeremy Carver.
  • Just…
  • Fuck off you fucking fuck.
  • Your face annoys me.
  • And offends me personally.
  • What
  • the
  • actual fuck
  • is going on now?
  • Jensen with the dog screaming has officially made my night.
  • Aww Misha bby
  • You look like you need cuddles
  • You look tired as shit
  • You can’t act that.
  • Look at him for a moment.
  • 15 mins in.
  • Bby you look beat.
  • :( Is he okay?
  • Mr. Krushnic *fans self* I sometimes forget he isn’t Misha Collins and am always pleasantly surprised to hear Krushnic.
  • Aww Bby
  • “Look what you did!” *giggle fits*
  • Okay so obviously a big joke and yeah funny, but I would like to see a real version of this shit. It’d be awesome. Like an hour long thing. Fuck yeah.
  • Okay, the credits are fucking gold
  • Jared “Blue Steel” Padalecki
  • Jensen “Where’s the Steak” Ackles
  • And Dmitri Krushnic as Misha Collins
  • Can I hear Jensen call him Dmitri just once??
  • I’m sorry cowboy hat? What fucking cowboy hat?
  • WERE YOU AND JENSEN FUCKING ROLEPLAYING?!
  • I KNEW IIIIIT
  • Not really, but a girl can dream
  • Special thanks to Mark Sheppard. Did I miss him? Was he in there and I missed him?
  • Fucking cowboy hat. I want to fucking know. Okay? All the details.
  • All of them.
  • Of course you will be remembered Mishy
  • And his little giggle
  • That little giggle gives me life.
  • That gummy fucking grin. My God. He just makes me so happy. And those eye crinkles.

Okay, so all in all, this is good shit, but I mean it. I want to see the real deal. That would be super interesting to me. They did that stuff on the season one dvd, but there was no Misha then and I’m super interested to see actual behind the scenes stuff.

So yeah, overall, I was basically like this:

The entire time.