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natasha romanova - the black widow

“you’re not gonna put me in a prison. you’re not gonna put any of us in a prison. you know why?” “do enlighten us.” “because you need us. yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we helped make it that way. but we’re also the ones best qualified to defend it. so if you want to arrest me, arrest me. you’ll know where to find me.”


Characters:  Sam x Reader

Summary:  Research leads to more between Sam and reader.  Basically a little plot, a little poetry and some good old fashioned smut.

Word Count:  2313

Warning:  Smut, language.  Sorta rough sex.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.


It’s a Thursday night and you are seated at an enormous table in a public library after hours. And no, you didn’t enter through the front door. The method of entry for you and Sam had been a window around back that Sam had managed to open with his pocket knife. Because that’s how hunters roll.

Sam is seated across from you. Books are stacked all around, piled high. Dean, the lucky bastard, is staking out the apartment where the suspect lives. You, however, drew the short end of the stick and are stuck doing research for the next ten billion hours. At least, that’s what it feels like.  

The upside is that between paragraphs, you can sneak peaks at Sam Winchester. The way his eyebrows draw together as he concentrates, the way his hair falls down to cover his face as he reads, it does things to you. Fucking hell, it doesn’t’ help that he’s wearing his Fed getup. That white button down shirt? Jesus Christ. It makes your cheeks feel hot in a cool room, your stomach does somersaults. He always has this effect on you, he just doesn’t seem to realize it. Which only serves to make him more desirable.

Blowing out the lungful of air that you’ve been holding in, you force yourself to return to the centuries-old text in front of you. It smells comforting, old leather and musty pages. As much as you hate research, you have a fondness for books. Fiction is more your speed. When it comes to research, you’d prefer some wifi and Google. Ancient lore, unfortunately, isn’t usually found with a few keystrokes.  

Okay, time to concentrate. Grabbing another book from the stack to your left, you quickly scan the table of contents. A chapter labeled ‘Kamadeva’ catches your eye. Flipping quickly to the right chapter, you read the text. Hmm, this sounds like it could be useful.

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aether-staza  asked:

Heeeeey~! I just want to say that I really love your Voltron Family AU! ♡♡♡ Its so heart warming and pure~ Can I also ask if there was ever a time where Shiro's co-workers were the ones to be shocked when Keith visits Shiro? Both of them are gorgeous men after all~ *wiggles eyebrow*

Thank you!!! Glad to know you love it! ♡ 

[The Voltron Family] Shiro transferred to a new hospital that was conveniently closer to where Keith worked. So hopefully lunch dates would be more frequent than usual. Today, Pidge was with him because her grade had a free day and no one was available to watch her and she wanted to spend her whole day with him, and honestly, who was Shiro to deny her that?

Keith texted that he was on his way to Shiro’s new workplace and both father and daughter were excited. 

Pidge: *sits cross legged on top of Shiro’s table* I like this place better than the last one. *looks around happily*
Shiro: *smiles* It’s nicer, isn’t it? Pays so much better, too. *chuckles* Now, what did I say about sitting on top of the table? *raises eyebrow*
Pidge: *frowns* *crawls to Shiro*
Shiro: *takes Pidge into his arms* Gosh. You’re such a big girl now.
Pidge: *wraps her arms around Shiro’s neck* I’m still small though, which is just so annoying. Ugh. *pouts*
Shiro: Awww, sweetheart. *smiles fondly* I think you’re just the perfect size. *pecks Pidge on the lips softly*
Pidge: *scrunches nose while trying to restrain from smiling too much* You’re just saying that. You’re supposed to say that cause I’m your kid.
Shiro: *fake gasp* When did I ever lie to you? Daddies never lie.
Pidge: *rolls eyes* You lied to me one time saying seeds grow inside my tummy if I accidentally eat them. I was 3 back then. But I’m 7 now. I know everything.
Shiro: *snorts* Sure, you do. But, it’s true though. They do grow. *kisses Pidge’s cheek* *blows raspberries* 
Pidge: *laughs* It’s not!! And stop it, Daddy Shiro!

Keith finally arrived and he went inside the hospital after parking his car. He honestly didn’t know where Shiro’s room was. His husband just texted him that it had his name plate outside. Like to hell with that! There were dozens of doctors in the place and Keith had no time to check them all out. So he went to the reception. There were currently three nurses. 

Keith: *smiles* Good Morning. I’m looking for Doctor Takashi Shirogane.
Nurse #1: *stares at Keith* 
Nurse #2: *nudges Nurse #1* *clears his throat* Um, *looks at Keith* do you happen to have any appointment with him? 
Keith: *soft voice* I’m kinda… his husband. So. 
Nurse #2: *blinks repeatedly* Oh… oh! 
Nurse #3: *takes over* Mr. Shirogane, your husband’s room is on the third floor. Four doors down to your right. *smiles kindly*
Keith: Thank you. *smiles back* *gives the three nurses a nod before he leaves*

Once Keith was gone…

Nurse #3: What the heck, you guys?! *slaps both his colleagues* You both just zoned out!! Daniella, Lyle. What was that all about?
Lyle: *looks at his friend* Dude. Brenda. My man. 
Brenda: What?
Lyle: I don’t even go for dudes, but, like, that guy just now was 100% my type. *shakes his friend’s arms* 
Daniella: You guys. *holds both her friends* I had a crush on Doctor Shirogane for a few days now, okay? Like, I admit this. Since he first logged-in in this very area during my shift. It was love at first sight you could say. *chuckles nervously* I knew he was out of my reach, obviously. *rolls eyes* But—
Brenda: He’s married though. *leans back and judges her friend* I get that most of us probably have a crush on him when he first started but like, dude—
Lyle: He’s married to the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. *smitten* I’m just ? How lucky? 
Daniella: I actually thought one day we’re going to see his wife since he brought his daughter today. Like maybe a bitchy looking wife. I dunno why I just imagined he would have one? But like a gold digger wife kind of wife?
Lyle: Dude. Same. I’m awful and so are you. *laughs* But I wouldn’t blame him if he suddenly went for the other team when he first saw his husband.
Daniella: Ugh. Doctor Shirogane is already hot. Then his husband is also hot. I don’t think that’s fair. You can’t be hot together. *drags hands down her face* 
Lyle: Brenda, what are you doing? *looks at his friend*
Brenda: *searches on the database* I’m trying to look for Doctor Shirogane. 
Daniella: *gasp* Are we even allowed to do that?! 
Brenda: *rolls eyes* Hospital records. It’s basically open for everyone who has access. Oh. Look. *points on the screen*
Lyle: Spouse. Keith Shirogane. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful man.
Brenda: Lyle, welcome to the dark side. *laughs*
Daniella: What will your girlfriend say now? *laughs*
Lyle: *groans* I feel like if I tell her, she’ll squeal in delight. *rolls eyes*

Keith finally found the room and he opened the door to see Pidge and Shiro cuddling, Pidge laughing so hard. Keith smiled as he made himself known.

Keith: How’s my little girl? *smiles*
Pidge: *turns around* Daddy Keith!
Keith: *gives Pidge a peck and hugs her tight* Missed my baby.
Shiro: She’s been messing around, using all of my prescription pads. *laughs*
Keith: Did she really? *bends down to kiss Shiro* Hi. *smiles softly*
Shiro: *whispers* Hi.
Pidge: *rolls eyes* Can we eat lunch now?
Shiro: *looks at Pidge* *chuckles* Of course. Let’s go.

The three of them went down to leave the hospital with Pidge between them, holding their hands while walking. The three nurses at the reception area just cooed at them as they watch them leave.

Lyle: *sniffles* I think I know now what “I hate seeing you go, but I love watching you leave” means.
Brenda: You’ll get over your broken heart, man. *pats Lyle dramatically*
Lyle: Okay, but seriously, guys. He’s just seriously fucking attractive. 
Brenda and Daniella: We get it, Lyle. Don’t worry. We agree 100%.

The Wedding Planner (Part 6)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Word Count: 2,211. (yikes long part)

A/N: Honestly this gif just breaks my heart, but it’s basically the mood for the whole part. Shit is starting to go downhill now in the series. As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

*Special Thank You to @spidweeb for proof reading/editing this part out for me! You the real one, fam.

The Wedding Planner Masterlist

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WonderTrev + Possibilities

SPOILERS (scroll fast and then blacklist #wonder wonder spoilers if you haven’t already…)

So, you saw Wonder Woman. You felt graced by a romance between a woman and a man that was equal, so you fell faster than Steve fell for Diana. Then the ending happened. As gorgeous as it was – ugh. You’re thinking to yourself, why even bother shipping tragedy?

Oh, but think of the possibilities!

It’s only been a week and the fix-it fics are going strong! The thing is, because this is DC comics, it’s not almost more unrealistic that fix-its wouldn’t be a thing. 

Here are some highlights to get the ideas churning.

1. Meddling from the gods.

The gods are “dead,” sure, but I’m taking that to mean their influence and their corporeal forms are lessened. They still have some cosmic power to throw around. I maintain that Steve was sent to Diana for a reason, so why shouldn’t the gods continue to meddle after his death? 

The Ghost Option: In my ficlet The Living, Steve appears to Diana at times like a ghost, mostly in her dreams. The concept is sad and angsty and sweet and awful. Perfectly wrenching.

The Champion Option:  Or maybe Diana finds out his soul has been claimed by the gods and goes to the Underworld to fight Hades to set his soul free, meaning he lives or gets to go to a paradise of sorts for heroes. 

The Resurrection Option: Steve lives! Maybe he comes back right away, maybe he’s a reward from Zeus when Diana needs/deserves him most. If he’s modern, the fish-out-of-water role reversal is dynamite. If he’s resurrected through Ares’ meddling…well then we have a Winter Soldier dynamic to play with, don’t we?

The Reincarnation Option: Steve Trevor, born 1982, is a modern soldier-spy who is named after the war hero great-grandfather/uncle who he just happens to look exactly alike. Whodathunk? Questions abound! Does he remember his past life? Will he ever? The angst of Diana loving a man who is and isn’t Steve Trevor or Steve doubting that he could ever live up to his impossibly perfect past life enshrined in her memory…UGH!

I’m going to write a fic that combines at least three of these. Look out.

2. The Flash and Diana are about to be pals.

I’m not a DC gal, minus Catwoman (who should be played by Rosario Dawson or Thandie Newton in the DCEU, full stop) so I’ll confess I have no idea how the Flash’s powers work. But I’ve picked up that there’s time travel and alternate universes involved. SO.

The Timehop Option: Barry hears Diana’s story and, with her permission or not, rushes back in time to the second Steve pulls the trigger. He yanks Steve back into the future. Seems almost too easy, but these kids deserve it. Fish-out-of-water would be strong with this one. And Diana is a very different woman a hundred years later – who would be the naive, optimistic one now?

Alternative Universe Option: Endless possibilities here. Something Barry does causes an alternative reality where Wondertrev can be explored, for fluff or for angst.

Quick Save Option: Barry saves Steve and drops him off somewhere that takes him a little but to find Diana again. This doesn’t cause an alternative universe but is in fact what already happened. Diana buried Steve long ago, after lots of breakfasts. He at least got the chance to grow old with her.

3. Other/AU

Did Steve have a parachute? Did he get amnesia? Did the ending not happen the way we saw and Steve never had to go up in the plane? Maybe he got picked up by aliens! Like I said, endless possibilities.

So go fic!!!

anonymous asked:

Pls imagine wondercoldwave and their strange courting. Two thieves attempting to woo her with stolen artifacts and good food. Because jewelry is kid of useless but old relics? Or Weapons? Ah yes perfect gifts. (And also a little bit of jewelry.)

I love this pairing. I love this pairing SO MUCH words don’t even. Like, I have a million other things to be writing but I dropped everything to write this. 



It was Lisa’s fault.

Well, okay, that’s a lie. Lisa wasn’t even there.

But she had finally graduated high school, turned eighteen and gone off to college with a handful of scholarships and all the money Len and Mick had stolen for her in a giant fuck-up of a job, which had encouraged them both to head for more forgiving climes for a while. They’d gone to the Caribbean, first, but then Len had played a few too many card games with some Family guys down there and now he might or might not own an island but he certainly wouldn’t last long if he stayed there.

So they go to Europe.

Nice, proper European tour. Why not?

Because Leonard fucking Snart, that’s why not.

“It’s the Louvre,” that’s what he said. “We have to!”

“We won’t be able to fence anything we get,” Mick pointed out.

“But it’s the Louvre!”

And so they’d broken in there. Mostly just for kicks.

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Lull Me To Sleep

Title: Lull Me To Sleep

Summary: After a few long and exhausting days, you find the time to relax next to Dean.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 401 (this is the shortest thing I’ve ever written and I’m proud)

Warnings: So much fluff.

Author’s Note: So, I know I said I’ll be sort of silent for the next few days but I spent the whole day at my friend’s University today -yes, there’s Wi-Fi there- and after a conversation with my amazing twin @ravengirl94 (yes, again) I decided to write this cute little drabble.

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Sleepiness weighted at your eyelids as you finally managed to find your plane seat, Dean’s firm hand holding yours, fingers intertwined soundly together.

“Ugh, why can’t people just teleport ourselves everywhere?” you grounded out, nose scrunched up in annoyance. “It would make everything so much simpler.”

The eldest Winchester let out a laugh at that, and you turned to look at him, brows slanted, lips pursed together in a way that warned him he should not push you any further unless he had a death wish.


“Nothing.” He chuckled, that gorgeous smile of his lighting his entire face up, green eyes traveling from your orbs to your nose to your lips. “You’re just pretty adorable when you’re all grumpy.”

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You are fire, I am gasoline

“You are driving me crazy, Jo!” Shawn yelled, tugging at his hair. “why don’t you just get that this is my fuckin’ job?”

Jo rolled her eyes at him, gesticulating wildly. “Why won’t you get that I freaking care about our anniversary? It’s important to me!”

And like every time they would fight (which didn’t happen often but when it happened it was so passionate because both Jo and Shawn had very passionate personalities) Jo teared up, tears spilling out.

“You promised me,” she hiccuped, a pout on her gorgeous face. “We have the plane tickets, the hotel, I was looking forward to Paris!”

“Jo,” he sighed, grabbing her face. “It’s not my fault that they scheduled the promo tour like this. I can’t reschedule, I’m really sorry, okay?”

She sobbed. “i don’t want your apology, I want to go to Paris with you! And walk along the Seine and hold your hand! This is so stupid, why do you have to go to L.A. now?”

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What Are The Odds? - Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,698

Summary: Before the reader left for college, she had a one night stand with Dean. Eight years later, Dean learns that he has a daughter in an interesting way.

Part 1 Part 2

Say something. Fuck.

Dean is still staring at you with his eyebrow raised waiting for a response.

You feel so overwhelmed and without realizing it, you just burst into tears. You cover your face with your hands and want to just disappear.

Dean looks shocked, he expected an attitude right back. Instead you fall apart in front of him and totally catch him off guard.

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“Live now at Sayazagi Academy! We at SDS News have recieved a tip that a group of students here are planning to open up not only an idol group but a host club as well!! A daunting task indeed~ Look I believe here’s one of their member’s now!!

“Hello there! You’re a member of the new idol hostclub group here correct? Could you tell us what your name is?”

“You’re a bit loud, tone it down would ya. It’s Blue Jay”

“Wonderful! So why exactly did you want to join the club?”

"I didn’t have much of a choice, the head master is a *****”

“…you’re editing that out right…

“Is there something special you personally hope to accomplish in the group this year?”

"I’d like to get a new guitar I suppose.”

“Yes, that’s it….” 
“No, nothing in particular with the group….”

“tch, I guess ‘I’ hope ‘we’ make it through the year & earn some money…..”

“There, happy?”

“I see. So final question, what would you like to tell your fans?”

"Visit us, stick around, spend your money and do whatever I guess.

“What do you mean smile, why do I ha–”
“Ugh - is this over yet.”


Found out

Just a starter so y'all can get a taste of the way i write.I LOVE KAI HE’S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL PUPPY GOD.

Warnings:Just making outt

Please give credit if you repost my story in other social medias,and if you will,please ask first ———————————————————–—————

Y/N entered the Grill with Kai following behind,as he watched her sway her hips with a smirk on his face.They walked together to the bar,and sat down,Y/N raising her pointer and middle finger at the barman signaling two bourbons,he just nodded and turned around to pour you the glasses.

She turned to Kai,who was sitting with his head on his hand looking at you and smirking.

Y/N sighed and avoided his gaze “Stop looking at me like that”

“I won’t ever stop looking at you sweetheart” he grinned,making her heart flatter and her breath get caught in her throat.

“Unless….” he trailed off rubbing slow circles on her thigh making her shiver under his touch “You admit it”
He didn’t even have to explain,for Y/N to understand exactly what he was talking about.

“No.” she snapped and slapped his hand away,grabbing the glass of bourbon in front of her and drinking it whole at once.

Earlier that day,Y/N and Kai had went shopping.She was in one of the changing rooms,trying out a dress,for her birthday party later this week.She didn’t want to buy something too exposed as it wasn’t even her style,but Elena had insisted,even though even Damon was on Y/N’s side.

When she finished putting the dress that Kai basically insisted her to try on and glanced at herself in the mirror she couldn’t believe the view in front of her.She was…different.She felt different,and sexy.She took another quick look on the material wrapping her body and smiled, actually liking it.

She pushed the curtain of the changing room to the side and glanced up with a huge smile on her face waiting for Kai to speak up.Only…he was busy talking to some…whore,she assumed.Her smile immediately faded,her lips pressed into a thin line as she clenched her jaw,seeing the girl holding on Kai’s chest and punching his shoulder slightly at the joke he had made,making them both burst out into a ton of giggles.He hadn’t even realized Y/N was there,standing inches away from him,which broke her heart into a million pieces.She watched as the girl leaned in to his ear and whispered something,making Kai smirk as he stared at the floor listening her words carefully.Y/N was a vampire,which meant she had vampire hearing but she couldn’t allow herself to eavesdrop,she didn’t want to,as it would hurt her even more.As Kai was staring at the floor,though,his eyes drifted from there,to Y/N’s legs,and up to her gorgeous body.Eyeing her up and down,his jaw almost dropping on the floor.He stood there with his mouth open making her feel like the most beautiful girl out there.But she still stared at him coldly,showing no expression at all.

The girl who was earlier giggling with him,finally found what Kai was looking at and snorted looking at her with disgust.Y/N raised an eyebrow and gave her a death glare so deadly that she actually jumped slightly,turned on her heel and left.Kai didn’t move an inch,he kept eyeing Y/N up and down not knowing what to say.Just when he had found the right words she closed the curtain of the changing room so quickly and fiercely that,the metal holding the curtain to the pole slammed against the wall and echoed through the shop.

Y/N quickly changed putting back her clothes,grabbing the dress and opening the curtain again,throwing the dress on the side she made her way past Kai and towards the exit of the store unable to keep her emotions under control,Kai quickly following behind her.

“You didn’t like it?It looked amazing on you sweethea-” he tried but Y/N cut him off “No,and I’m leaving.” “What?But what about the party aren’t you gonna-” Kai tried once again clearly confused by Y/N’s sudden change of mood. “I don’t CARE about the party Kai!” she stopped,and turned to look at him raising her voice as she spoke ,the sound echoing through the mall,making Kai stop too and stare at her.Y/N’s gaze softened a bit realizing what she had just done.She wasn’t the type to get mad,or yell like that to anyone,which made Kai even more confused.“Sorry..” she mumbled and turned around again,Kai following her,only this time,he didn’t say a word.Instead,he tried to remember how their day had gone today,and what he had done wrong to make her this upset.He hated seeing her like this,especially when it was obvious that it was his fault,but he hadn’t understood why yet.

They made their way to the boarding house,since Y/N was the youngest sister of the Salvatores.On their way there,Y/N didn’t even look at Kai,which made his face drop,hurt by her actions.When they entered the house,Y/N quickly ran up to her room and closed the door roughly making Kai flinch,and someone groan.

In an instant Damon and Stefan were in front of Kai.Damon looking angry and ready to kill,and Stefan just..angry.

“What did you do” Damon spat making Kai’s gaze turn from the floor to Damon slowly
“I-I don’t know we were in the mall shopping,and we entered this store,she went to change,while i was talking to some girl and then when she finished she looked so gorgeous making my stomach hurt,in a good way though and-”

“Wait what?” Stefan asked knitting his eyebrows together while Damon grabbed his forehead and started massaging it,trying to calm himself down.

Kai stared at them, raising his eyebrows and waiting for them to enlighten him too.

“Y-you idiot,you-Ugh!” Damon shouted and turned around pouring himself a glass of bourbon while Stefan kept standing in front of Kai.

Stefan sighed “That girl,Kai,that girl you were talking to when Y/N was in the dressing room.That’s the problem”

“But why would that affect Y/N in any way” Kai wondered

“She’s jealous you freaking idiot!” Damon said rushing his words

“But why would she be-” Kai trailed off again,being interrupted by Stefan and Damon who were losing their patience.

“Because she likes you!” they both said at the same time.Kai stared blankly at nothing,not even breathing for at least 30 seconds when he suddenly started blinking,a goofy grin appearing in his face.Kai was sure just then,sure of what all those butterflies,stomach aches and flips,as well as his breath getting caught in his lungs when he was around Y/N meant.He was so happy,knowing that he wasn’t the only one feeling that way about his best friend.But Damon was quick to interrupt all of his thoughts with a low “Oh shit.”

Kai’s gaze turned to Damon and Stefan’s eyes which were staring at something or actually someone behind him.Curious as well,Kai turned around seeing Y/N staring at Damon and Stefan with wide eyes,anger,fear,anxiety all visible in her eyes.

“Y-you…UGH!” She groaned in frustration running her hands through her hair ,and stormed off the house leaving Stefan and Damon,looking at each other,preparing themselves for what’s about to come when Y/N would return home,and then glancing at Kai who was still there.

“What the hell are you waiting for,go follow her!” Damon shouted making Kai wake up “Oh right..” he mumbled and ran out the door chasing after her.

And that’s how they ended up here.

Kai smirking at her knowingly and Y/N avoiding his gaze,ordering more and more shots of bourbon.She could leave and go somewhere else,but she knew how stubborn Kai was and he wasn’t going to give up until he got/heard/had what he wanted.

“Come on princess…You know I know,I just want to hear it all coming from you.” he said narrowing his eyes at her,waiting hopefully.

Y/N just finished drinking her last shot and turned her body to his,so she could look at him properly.

“Why would I say anything,when it’s obvious that you don’t even care about me that way.” she snapped,her eyes filled with sadness,but she still managed to keep an angry expression on her face.

“So you’re admitting it?” smirked Kai making her groan and slide of her seat,as she made her way outside ,but quickly getting pinned into the wall just behind the bar,where no one was there to interrupt them.

“You’re wrong” he breathed,their bodies inches away from each other.She could feel his breath on her lips which made her heart skip a beat.Kai smiled lightly,lovingly at her hearing her heart beat change when he grazed his palm against her cheek.She leaned in to his touch,and stared at him,their eyes locking for a moment until Kai spoke up again “The way you make me feel Y/N…No other girl would.I just realized this,but you’re the one i crave the most,you’re the one I need.No one else.The way I feel the blood boil inside me when i see other guys talking,touching or even looking at you,the way your smile warms my heart,and gives me goosebumps,the way you stood up for me,saved me millions of times,and believed in me when no one did…I-I think I’m in love with you Y/N” he said lowly and glanced back to her eyes only seeing a shocked expression written on her face.He wanted to say more,to convince her that everything he was saying was true,but Y/N didn’t want proof,and she showed that,by wrapping her arms around his neck and smashing her lips against his.

She instantly moaned feeling his lips against hers,this warm feeling she always had dreamed about sending shivers and electricity through her whole body.Kai pulled her closer by putting his hands on her waist,and tugged on her bottom lip,craving for more.She gladly opened her mouth slightly and he deepened the kiss,by sliding his tongue inside her mouth and exploring every inch of it.Their tongues dancing together,his hands holding her,everything combined had taken her breath completely away.Finally they pulled away panting and staring deep into each others’ eyes.

“God,we should have done this months ago” Kai chuckled and you giggled,biting his lower lip,not getting enough of him.A low animalistic growl came from the back of his throat sending dozens of butterflies to your stomach. “Someone’s eager” he breathed and grinned at her,whooshing them away,and in an instant they were in her room.His hand moved in the air slightly making a boundary spell,making sure no one could hear a word.

“I can’t help it” she said biting her bottom lip and stared at him with lust,his eyes drifting between her eyes and lips.She pushed him on the bed,he stared at her amused,his usual smirk not leaving his face as she  crawled on top of him straddling his hips as his back hit the headboard.His hands instantly found their way to her waist as her nose grazed his slowly,their eyes not leaving each other’s for a single moment.“You were such a tease these past weeks..” she trailed off kissing his chin,his jaw all the way to his neck “Talking and flirting with other girls in front of me..” she said as she licked and then bit his neck leaving a hickey making a low moan escape his lips “Do you have any idea what you were doing to me Malachai?” she said her eyes finding his again,feeling him stiffen at the mention of his full name but quietly groan.He usually got super angry when someone called him by his full name,but hearing her call him that,turned him on like never before.

“All these weeks..” she said as she took his shirt off,his hands helping her,guiding her “I’ve been wanting you,to touch every single muscle on your body,feel it against me I-” she moaned at the thought and then made her dream come true by placing her hands on his chest and starting to feel everything.His muscles,his hands,his heart beat,everything.“I was so jealous Malachai..” she said again making him shiver and his pants tighten around him “Jealous of all those girls that had you before me”
she whispered as she kissed his pink lips hard,the kiss wet and passionate.
“Oh princess you’re about to have me,I will pay you back all those times I ever hurt you like that babygirl..” he replied and kissed Y/N back,rolling her over so that he was on top of her…


“Hey hey hey darling hey-”

“Oh my god Daniel what!” 

“I’m horny,”

“When are you not?”

“We should have sex,”

“Right now?”



“What babe, please?”


“Why not? I’m not ugly! I thought you loved me, Y/N”

“I do love you and you’re gorgeous but I have stuff to do later and i don’t want to shower,” 

“Then we can just fuck in the shower,” 


“Fine you’re just going to make me jerk off like a teenager?”


“Ugh! What did i ever do to you?!” 

“Well right now you’re being annoying, and now I’m thinking about it so I’m horny too so fuck you,”

“Aha! I win!” 

“Daniel shut the fuck up and kiss me,” 

actual conversation between you and daniel bc he’s a horny man child

JB Imagine - Hate & 25 min girlfriend (Part 3) - (Best Friend)

A/N: Part 3 is finally here ! Hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did writing this series. Please don’t forget to like and send me some feedback or any requests if you have any in mind. BTW no worries, their is defo going to be a Part 4. Much love .xx

(Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 4)

(Part 3)

Warning : Mention of self harm and emotional chapter. (I added my bubbly taste to it towards the end)

Originally posted by pastelfetusbieberx

Excuse me” I wiped my mouth with a nearby serviette. “You heard me” he raised an eyebrow. “Boy I think you going through some mid life crisis and you need help. Like serious help” I said, taking a bite from my cheese toast.

“I don’t need help” he said plainly. “Justin, you can’t keep on playing between girls” I finished off and put the dishes into the sink. “Who said I’m playing between girls ?” He followed behind me. “Look Justin, you can’t just eff some girl and just leave her to stare at me half naked, plus call me hot after slapping me yesterday and may I mention again that you called me a bitch” I stopped in my tracks of walking up the staircase.

“That my friend is so not on” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Y/N I’m really sorry okay, I was frustrated and really annoyed yesterday” he cooed. “And it gave you what reason to throw your anger at me ?” The room was silent. “I really am disappointed with you, I thought you changed for the better, I was so proud and happy for the new Justin, but I guess not. You went back to your old habits of going out with different girls, plus going nude again and -”

“You’re not the boss of me and nor do you control my life” he said sternly walking closer towards me. “Please do tell me when did I say that ? I care for you Justin, I really do. I just want you to be happy, as a best-” I stayed silent not bothering to continue. He’s not my best friend anymore. Why do I care ? Why am I still here ?

My mind zoned out to think about all my insecurities and imperfections that I deal with everyday. I can cry for hours - Justin never knew - but I never dared to self harm. Tears dared to spill. I whimpered, that’s when I broke down and ran straight to my room.

I slid down against the door and held my knees. Why would Justin want to be friends with a loser like me ? That’s why he left me…just like everyone else. I’m so worthless. “Y/N open the door” he yelled and attempted to open the door. “Open the door now. Please Y/N just open” he banged on the door.

“Why would you want to be around a worthless person like me ?” I whimpered. I got up from sitting on the floor and packed all that I needed, holding the bag close to me. I unlocked the door to be face-to-face with Justin again. “Y/N don’t do that to me. Please” he pulled me in a tight hug. I pushed him away.

“I’m not okay right now. A lot of thoughts hit me and Justin… I think I should let you be on your own. You don’t need me, I’m not wanted around here and clearly I’m not your type anyways” I said bluntly. My words probably cut him like knives, but it’s true.

“What. Wait” he caught hold of my hand pulling me back. “I think we both need to move on and go our separate ways. In all honesty I never thought I would say this to you, but I loved you, I really did and I thought I had a chance” I lightly laughed and caused a tear to fall. “I guess I thought wrong because you wouldn’t date a bitch. Sofia is good for you. I thought I was being a good best friend and helping out, but that’s all long gone now. Enjoy the rest of your life Justin” I pulled my wrist away and walked down the stairs.

He was speechless and so I thought…“Where are you going ?” He shouted from the top of the staircase. “To Cameron. Someone who will actually appreciate me. I’ll come by for my stuff some other time” I said lastly and slipped on my sunglasses.

I gave Cameron a call on the way that he should pick me up from my apartment. I drove back to my apartment and packed away my clothes that I could manage to fit into my bag.

My phone was ringing and I could hear Cameron rev the car outside. I grabbed my purse and made sure to lock my apartment. Walking to the driveway I spot Cameron in a …. wait Ferrari ? “And who might this dashing young gentleman be ?” I asked as he walked around the car to open my door. I pulled him in a tight hug with him spinning me around.

“The name is Cameron Dallas, but you can call me Cam my fair lady” he put me back down. I took a seat and he closed my door, running around to his side. I kissed his cheek, “Honestly Cam what is all of this ? I’ve clearly been living under a rock if I missed the fact that you bought a Ferrari.” This is what happens when theirs too much of drama on your hands.

He took off and damn this car is truly amazing. “Well not entirely mine. Something like that” he grinned and took a quick glance at me. “Ooh early birthday present I’m guessing ?” I questioned. “A friend decided to let me borrow their Ferrari as a birthday present, so I thought it would be great if we could go out because I didn’t see you in so long anyways” he pouted. “Might I add my queen is looking gorgeous on this fine night.” The heat rushed to my cheeks damn.

“Says the handsome gentleman…Do tell me where we’re going ?” A night without Justin is what I need. Ugh why am I thinking about him. “Well I can’t tell you because that wouldn’t be a surprise now would it” he said. “But you didn’t mention anything about a surprise” I whined. I love/hate surprises because I’m an impatient person.

{A/N: I apologise that I don’t know much about America bc I’ve only been to NYC and Orlando. So I did research for a fancy restaurant in LA just saying}

We pulled up to the building - Cameron got out and opened my door - he handed the keys to a staff member to park the car. Arm in arm we walked in the building and took the elevator to the roof top. The elevator doors opened and a sign read Perch. The view was absolutely breath taking as it was an open roof top and soft romantic music was played in the background. “Oh my god Cam this is so beautiful and amazing…You honestly didn’t have to” I said pulling him into a hug.

“Reservation for Dallas” he said to the lady over the counter. “Ahh yes, table for four. Right this way sir” she smiled as we followed behind her. Table for 4 ? Cameron didn’t mention anyone joining us.

He pulled my chair for me, waited for me to sit and then say next to me. The two open seats were in front of us for guests. “Uhm Cam I’m sorry, but may I ask for who are the 2 other seats vacant for ?” I questioned anxiously. “Ohh you’ll see” he smirked and kept his gaze at the menu. What is going on ? I brush it off and skimmed through the menu.

“Hey Cameron mah man. It’s good to finally meet you”


@erindarroch, this is for you! Your post got me looking at HxL photos and then of course I just saw this one on the Internet,and it’s a pretty good depiction of their height difference, and ugh, they’re both so gorgeous together holding hands like that it’s just disgusting, right? :) 

Mine - Baekhyun

Originally posted by omgfishy

Group: EXO 
Member: Baekhyun
Type: Smut
Warning: sexual content, jealousy, mentions of Chanyeol


You knew when you got into a relationship with Baekhyun, Chanyeol came with him by default, since he’s his best friend and they were almost inseperable. Baekhyun and you shared an apartment and chanyeol came by a lot. After practices, he often came along with Baek to hang out at your place because he felt lonely and bored at his own home. It was a little weird at first to have someone who’s not your boyfriend around all the time but you quickly got used to it. Chanyeol was a great guy and fun to be around, he was really friendly and even helped with some household chores. He became a very good friend of yours and Baekhyun was pleased that you two got along so well because you were the two people he loved most in this world. 

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Doll? {Peter Pan Imagine}

Originally posted by lostgirl14480

Originally posted by 90schild

Peter Pan Imagine 

Final Part (B) of here

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested:  I just can’t get enough with the Doll? Series!! Ugggh its just soooo wonderfully made boo 😘!! Please make it smut for the next final part 😂😂,  I actually love this series so much omg,  OMGGGG THIS IS AMAZINGGGG,  Is there next part to doll? Cuz it ruined my life and I’m very emotional ❤,  Ohhhhhhh my lawd the doll feels are actually ruining me but I love it so much!!!!!! Much love for you and this awesome blog ❤️❤️ D O L L P L E A S E T H A N K Y O U L O V E,  Omg I need to know what happens at the end of doll 😍😍


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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.”



“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.”


“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.


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.


“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