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You Deserve Punishment pt.2 (M)

Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au

Word Count: 8,046

A/N: This is the direct continuation to the first part of “You Deserve Punishment”. Please read the first part, if you haven’t already, or else you’ll be confused. Extreme vulgar language use. Graphic descriptions of sex. (blowjobs, penetration, food play, anal, etc). Threesome, bondage, and overstimulation (rough) is in this story. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Some yaoi (boyxboy). This is a mature read! You have been warned!

Originally posted by bellahasjams

“The reason I wanted you to leave is because I couldn’t control myself from you. Every time I see you, all i want is to bend you over and fuck you till you beg for me to stop………But you’ve disappointed me Y/n. You disrespected your oppa. You’re so bad….… and bad girls deserve punishment.”

 

You freeze when he tells you this. Control himself from you? He wants to do what with me? What the hell is going on? He…. has to be lying…….he hates me. “You’re lying…” you say shaking your head. How could he even be attracted to you?

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mr. sandman

[steve trevor x reader]

author’s note: most of the time when i write, i don’t plan for things to get that long but i always get carried away wtf. this happens with essays too i don’t understand. anyway, i think i kind of like this one, which is unusual for me to say of my stuff lol, but i do hope you enjoy

word count: 2,037

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college boyfriend!wonwoo;

Originally posted by hoshihoshy

  • my first piece for wonwoo!!! for this request
  • for some reason i was kinda struck with this idea of wonwoo while i was plotting and i can’t really get it out of my head
  • so in college, wonwoo is… elusive

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Worth the Wait

(You aren’t sure why your boyfriend Jimin has taken things so slowly but you are now finally ready to have your first night together.)

Warning: Romantic smut, hand-job, oral, intercourse, grinding, masturbation

The first time you saw Jimin was while you were working as a production intern at a broadcast station. It was your first week doing a rotation for a music show.  On show days, you were supposed to escort the talent from their dressing room to the stage and make sure they had everything they needed for a successful performance. BTS was performing that week and as you walked them to the stage, you could feel Jimin staring at you the entire time.  You waited with them in the wings while stage hands cleared off what was left from the previous group.  You could see Jimin continuing to stare at you.  Every time you looked in his direction, he looked away, but you could clearly see him from the corner of your eye.  

After waiting in silence for a few minutes, Jimin finally turned to you and spoke.  “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.  Are you new?”

“I’m an intern.  It’s my first week doing a rotation for this program.”

“Ah. I see,” he replied. He said nothing further.


The second time you saw Jimin was at the following week’s filming.  Their manager was asking you about making changes to the lighting set up and you were taking notes on what he wanted.  You saw Jimin looking at you again.  He was standing separate from the other members, inching his way towards you as if wasn’t sure if he wanted to approach you or not.  When you finished speaking to the manager, you turned towards him.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you responded. “I saw you looking at me.  Was there something you wanted?”

“Oh, that, um… uh… no, not really.”  You turned to walk away when he stopped you.  “I guess there was one thing.  I forgot to ask you your name last week.”

You told him your name and he just stood their grinning before remembering to formally introduce himself.  “I’m Park Jimin.”

“I know,” you said.

“Ah,” he said, “of course you already know that.”  He stood there in silence.

“I’ve got to go find the stage manager to tell him you guys want to change the lighting.”

Jimin just smiled and nodded, giving you a small bow and a wave good-bye.  As you turned to leave the room, you could see Jimin’s reflection in the dressing room mirror; he was kicking the ground and hitting himself in the head out of embarrassment.  You thought it was cute how awkward he was in front of you.

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So Cold

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Young (but legal) reader, kinda angsty but not really, self depreciating Bucky, a couple of swears

Word Count: 1,476

Requested: Yes

Anon: Can you do one shot for Bucky, where he has a crush on the newest avenger(reader) but he is cold and distant to her because she’s young

A/N: Thank you for the request, I really enjoyed writing this one!

Y/N = Your name

Originally posted by buckingoffthebed

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boater-hat  asked:

Why exactly to be people hate Owlturds so much? I always seem to be on the far end of it and only see the memes and discourse. What did he do that is so terrible? I'm getting deja-vu, I can't help but feel like I asked this before.

personally i just didn’t like his comics because it seemed like he was remaking the same comic over and over again, like 

“im having a nice day! :)” *buff angry humanoid shape with depression, anxiety, responsibilities, diarrhea, etc written on its chest appears and punches him*

but looking into his twitter he is getting in to some shit

like yeah i dont believe in targeted harassment either, i was big in to the andrew dobson hate train years ago and im still ashamed of that. i’ll reblog stuff making fun of popular artists like him when they really mess up but. here he is basically saying he’d defend racists and transphobes and sexists if they just happen to be being harassed by the internet??

All I Had

Summary: Savitar kidnaps reader because in the future she was his lover, she was there for him when everyone rejected him. However, she died and now he’s in the present seeking revenge from the team while finding a way to be with her again.

Pairings: Savitar!Barry x reader *

Word count: 1190

A/N: Hey, guys! I had 3 requests for Savitar!Barry and they had some similarities so I decided to incorporate them in a single story. It’s kinda short but maybe this could have a second part, let me know if you’d want it! I hope you enjoy it x

*This is not really supposed to be cute and/or romantic

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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What happens in Vegas... - Tom Holland

Word count: 2448

Summery: You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland 

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4  | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue

A/N: I really hope this makes up for the weekend! I was inspired by Carrie Underwood’s “Last Name”. Please, let me know what you think! It would really mean a lot! If the interest is there, I might make it into a series, so just let me know if you want a part 2! 

I know the ending is lacking a little, but i’m reallly tired, so i’ll just make it a cliffhanger! 


You woke to the sun shining on your face through the window. Your throat was drier than Sahara, and your head was pounding. You fumbled for your phone, and when you looked at the time, you also saw the notifications on your phone.

Your twitter and Instagram had blown up overnight. Like really blown up. There had never been this amount of notifications before. How the hell did this happen?

I don’t know what happened, but there’s a legal document stating that we’re married!” You heard a voice say outside the door. You frowned your brows. When you looked down at your hand, to find a slim golden ring, that you were sure hadn’t been there yesterday. What the shit happened last night?

I did what?” His voice continued. You opened twitter, and quickly gave up on figuring something out based on your notifications. Instead you found a couple of news articles, and several screenshots of a tweet.

“Just married the love of my life, @y/t” and a photo of you in a white dress, kissing the guy who you assumed sent out the tweet. Did you seriously get married to some stranger last night? And apparently someone famous too! At least you got the wild Vegas trip you wanted, you just didn’t expect to get married.

With a sore body, you left the bed. You were only in your underwear, the white dress laying on the floor, and your other clothes were nowhere to be found. You didn’t really feel like wear a wedding dress, so you searched the rest of the floor, and found a white T-shirt, that you quickly put on.

As you walked out of the bedroom, you found the guy standing shirtless, leaning against the kitchen counter. He eyed you, as you walked to him. You spotted the matching ring on his finger, and sighed internally.

“Haz, I gotta go. I’ll call you later” He hung up the phone, and sent you an awkward smile. “Hi. Ehm. So. We got married last night. It was a mistake, uh. I was very drunk, and I’m guessing that you were as well. I think we might have slept together, but I’m not sure, and this is going to sound really bad, but I don’t remember your name”

“it’s y/n. I didn’t plan on getting married to a stranger, yet alone a famous one, so there’s that. What do we do? Can’t we just get an annulment? Or a divorce or something?” You asked. You knew your parents was going to be so mad if they found out that you got married in Vegas.

“About that. I kinda told the whole world we got married, and my agent thinks it would be bad for my reputation to get a divorce. It would apparently be, and I quote “a PR nightmare”, and I don’t want that” He explained, and you were a bit shocked.

“You want us to stay married? Are you serious?” You couldn’t believe it. Why would you want to do that? “Yes. Just for a couple of months! Maybe a year. It’s my agents idea, and I thinks it’s kinda stupid, but Marvel don’t really like the idea of damaging my reputation if we can help it. So yeah. Sorry” He apologized, and you could feel yourself getting angry. Who the hell was he to think, that he could decide that?

“I don’t want to be married to you! I don’t know you! Hell, I don’t even know my own last name right now. I’m not going to stay married to you, just to help your career! Who exactly do you think you are?” You were definitely angry now. He was about to say something, as your phone rang. Before he could speak, you answered the phone.

“Y/n! I just got off the phone with Tom Holland’s manager. He told me what happened. How you got married in Vegas, congratulations on that by the way” He told you. You prayed that he could help you out with the divorce part.

“Oh thank god! I don’t want to be married, to that arrogant prick. So please, tell you can get an annulment!” You watched the annoyed expression on Tom’s face, but you just rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, I don’t think we should do that. Netflix just offered you a role in a new series. Mostly because of the news of you getting married. It would be great for your career!” No-no-no-no-no! This could not be happening!

“Are you kidding me? Why on earth would I want to do that?!” you yelled into the phone. “Well, look at it as an opportunity! Mr. Holland is a very international name, and being with him, could mean you get your big break”

“And before you say anything, Ellen wants you on her show. Don’t turn it down. This might be your only chance” You manager continued, and you just wanted to smash something.

“You can tell Holland’s manager that I want a contract, if we’re staying married” You said before hanging up. You glared at your new husband. This couldn’t possibly end well.

“So I’m guessing we’re married. Look at it positively. You’ll get famous quite fast now” He smirked, and you just wanted to slap the smile of his face.

“Oh please. This is strictly business, okay? I don’t care if we slept together last night, but I won’t happen again. I’ll play the part in public, but other than that I don’t care about you” You said coldly. You didn’t like him. He seemed so arrogant. Who gave him the right to think he was so much better than you?

“That goes both ways. Maybe we should get to know each other, and maybe agree on what we’re telling the public. Do we pretend that we know everything about each other, and that we just kept our relationship hidden? Or do we play it off as a love at first sight thing?” His voice was, is possible, colder than yours.

“Love at first sight. Then I don’t have to spend that much time getting to know you. At least not right now” You glared at him, really wishing you weren’t wearing his shirt. It just seemed wrong, and if he claimed It back, you would feel very exposed.

“Great! If you just give me my shirt back, I’ll leave. I don’t really want to be here anyway” You took the shirt off, and almost instantly the annoyed look in his eyes disappeared. His eyes went down your body, up again, only to go down once more, and then stop at your bra.

“Hey jerk. My eyes are up here” You threw the shirt in his face, and you turned on your hell and walked towards the bedroom again. It gave you some satisfaction, knowing he was staring. At least in this way you were better than him, and you were going to let him know. It didn’t take long before you heard the door slam shut.

***

A couple of days had passed. You had been so busy with phone calls, from your family, your friends and even journalists too. You had gotten the script for your new role, so when you hadn’t been on the phone, you had been learning your lines. For short moments, you had happily forgotten you had to play the role of Tom Holland’s wife as well. You sat down on the couch, mentally preparing for the interview. This was your first real interview.

“So, we’re here with Tom Holland and y/n y/l/n! Or do you prefer Holland?” The host asked, and you quickly looked over at Tom, who was casually sitting with his arm around you. “Both actually. As an actor, I want to be my own person, so there I prefer just my own name. But in every other situation, I very much prefer Holland” You gave the biggest smile you could, and looked back at the host.

“That’s so sweet. So let’s get right to the question everyone’s been asking. How long have you been together?” The host leaned forward a little, and you looked at Tom as he started to answer.

“Well, Darling. How long have we been married?” He looked at you, and your faces was suddenly so close to each other, and you forced a giggle. “4 days” You said, keeping your eyes locked on his, until he looked back at the host. “We’ve known each other for 4 days” He said, still smiling wide.

“What?! This is unexpected news! So you guys didn’t know each other before getting married?” The host looked at you with wide eyes, and a slightly open mouth.

“Kind of. We ran into each other in the afternoon. I had just gotten the part in the new series, and I wanted to celebrate. Then I met Tom” You glanced at him again, trying to seem in love. “He spilled a glass of water on me, and when I looked into his eyes, I just couldn’t look away” You continued.

“I’ve never been the type, to just fall in love, but there was just this instant connection. Everything just felt so right. It was really spontaneous, we can both admit that” He laughed, and you decided to continue.

“There was just something so beautiful about the love. I think we both wanted to have it to ourselves, just for a minute. We didn’t tell our family, we didn’t tell our friends. We got a dress, a suit. Then we got married” You carefully bit your lip nervously. “You didn’t tell your family?” The host asked, a bit astonished.

“No. It was some very awkward phone calls the following day. I think the word stupid was used a couple of times” Tom answered. The interview went on with you talking about the wedding, and just a bit about your new projects.

***

You were already hating this day. The interview was hard getting through, but now you still had to go on a date with Tom. You had to be seen out in public, preferably kissing. As you stood in front of the mirror, applying your favourite lipstick, you thought about how you were going to survive tonight.

You looked at the time. He was going to be here in 2 minutes, so in your opinion he should’ve been here 3 minutes ago. You absolutely hated when people were late, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he was. He was rude, and arrogant, so he was probably also late.

There was a knock on the door, and you were actually a bit surprised. You went to open the door, to find him leaning against the doorframe, looking at his phone. Impatient could be added to list as well. He looked up at you, and once again his eyes scanned you, causing you to smirk.

“As annoying as you are, you are still hot. So as long as you keep your mouth shut, I might actually survive tonight” He smiled, and you rolled your eyes, as you walked out to lock the door to your apartment.

“You’re just so charming, I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have married you” You said, you voice dripping with sarcasm. You followed him to the car, and he quickly started driving to the cinema. You were going to see one of your movies. Well, it wasn’t your movie, but you did have a minor role in it. It was a dancing movie, and you were a backup dancer. You were on screen a lot, but you didn’t really have any lines.

As you got to the cinema, you found you seats. Your fingers were intertwined. As soon as the lights dimmed, all physical contact stopped. You didn’t focus much on the movie, instead you looked around to see what everyone else thought. You had seen it a couple of times already, so there was nothing new in it for you.

You reached a scene with a little sexier dance. You weren’t wearing much clothes in the scene. You always looked away in this scene, not because you were embarrassed, but because it was very strange seeing yourself be so sexually powerful.

As you glanced at Tom, you saw him smiling, and he started biting his lips. He didn’t realize you were staring, which make you smirk. The scene was definitely turning him on, and you couldn’t help laughing to yourself. He was such a jerk, but apparently all it took was a dance. This could definitely be used as torture. It was going to be some long months, so you might as well find something to entertain yourself with.

After the movie ended, and you walked out of the cinema, there were a lot of paparazzi. This was it, now was the time for your grand kiss. He was holding your hand, leading you to the car. He opened the door for you, and before you could prepare, he put his lips on yours.

You wanted to push him away, but you also knew you had to make it seem real. You put your hands behind his neck, and deepened the kiss a bit. You tried to imagine him as some other actor, but none of your tries really worked. After a while he pulled back, and you got in the car. He got in on the other side, and started driving.

“some of the paparazzi followed us, so if it okay with you, I’ll come up with you. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’ll be gone, before you’re up tomorrow” He said awkwardly, as he looked at you.

“Sure, I don’t care” You shrugged your shoulders, and in silence you walked up to the apartment. “Do you think we should move in together? To make it more believable. I got 2 bedrooms, so it wouldn’t be a problem” He stated, and you were once again rolling your eyes.

“So do i. We could just as well move here” You answered, as you opened the door. “Maybe we should talk about this some other day. I’m tired, and I really don’t have the energy to argue with you” He sat on the couch, and you mentally cursed at him. The moron didn’t take off his shoes.

“Since you’re here, do mind unzipping my dress? And taking your shoes off” You smiled ironically, as you walked towards him, turning your back against him.

“Sure” He sighed, slowly unzipping your dress, letting it fall down. You could’ve done it yourself, but you liked teasing him. He could be as mean as he wanted, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your matching black bra and panties.

9

Bob Dylan and Andy Warhol at the Factory in New York City, 1965 

Bob Dylan was brought to Andy Warhol’s Silver Factory by Barbara Rubin, a filmmaker and a mutual acquaintance of Dylan and Warhol’s, to be the subject of one of Warhol’s screen tests, which were two-minute silent movie portraits starring Factory regulars and celebrities.

Andy Warhol: “I liked Dylan, the way he created a brilliant new style… I even gave him one of my silver Elvis paintings in the days when he was first around. Later on, though, I got paranoid when I heard rumors that he had used the Elvis as a dart board up in the country. When I’d ask, ‘Why did he do that?’ I’d invariably get hearsay answers like ‘I hear he feels you destroyed Edie [Sedgwick],’ or ‘Listen to Like a Rolling Stone — I think you’re the ‘diplomat on the chrome horse, man.’ I didn’t know exactly what they meant by that — I never listened much to the words of songs — but I got the tenor of what people were saying — that Dylan didn’t like me, that he blamed me for Edie’s drugs.”

Love at first sight (Jasper Hale x Reader)

—————————————- Fandom: Twilight —————————————- Warnings: none —————————————- Summary: You are the new member of the cullen family, soon to find out that you are also Jasper’s mate. —————————————-Authors note: This didn’t go exactly as planned and it is my first Twilight imagine but I hope you all enjoy it. I am excited to write more of this series in the future and I hope that you will send in requests for it.

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You didn’t know how long you had been laying in the woods. Hours, days, weeks, none of it mattered once you so those incredulous golden eyes peering down at you with the waves of perfect blonde hair flowing as stared down. Something had connected between the two of you that no one yet understood. The strong arms of this beautiful creature carried you through the mountains and hills. You weren’t aware of where all you had been or how long it took to reach your destination, all you knew is that you were happy to get there.

Awakening on a soft bed with silk sheets, you opened your eyes and took a look around. You hadn’t a clue where you were. It was beautiful though. You sat staring out an open window. The entire wall across from you was a glass barrier between you and an enchanting forest.

  “Was this even real” you thought to yourself.

Only moments later the door of where you now rested opened to reveal a tall handsome man. Who, although was blonde, didn’t resemble the man from your dream.

“Your awake.” He said is a shocked tone as his eyes rested on you. He has walked over and began to examine you. Normally, you would push him away, but you were so confused at the moment you couldn’t think straight. He shined a light in your eyes and listened to your heartbeat with a stethoscope as you began to question him.

  “Yes, umm… who are you? And umm… where am I?” You asked in a pleasant yet confused tone.

“Right, excuse my thoughtlessness.” He smiled. You looked into his eyes, the same ones the boy from your dream had. “My name is Carlisle. I am a doctor here in the town Forks. My son was hiking out in the woods and found you almost dead. He carried you back to our place and we have been taking care of you ever since.”

  “Ok. So, how long have a been here? Am I ok now. I feel different than before. Almost, more powerful. Like I was reborn. Is that normal.”

“Well… when Jasper, my son, got you back here you were in a very bad condition. It may sound completely insane, but you just have to believe me. Alright?”

“Go ahead. I think I can handle it.” You grew more worried by the second.

Just as Carlisle was about to speak another figure appeared in the doorway. The man from your dream.

“She’s awake!” He rushed to your side. He had gotten there in a split second, much faster than anyone you had seen before.

“Could I ask another question? Am I on some type of drug or did he just get from there to here in a matter of .05 seconds!” You nearly shouted out of shock.

“You haven’t told her yet?” The boy, you now assumed was called Jasper, spoke.

“I haven’t gotten the chance. I will give you two some privacy.” Carlisle exited the room.

Jasper spoke first. “I’m sure, as you have heard from Carlisle, that when I found and brought you back here to him you weren’t in the best of health. Well, there is something strange that you need to know. It may sounds bizarre at first, but…” you stopped him in the middle of his sentence.

“I will have to understand. Carlisle told me that part. Could you tell me now, please.” You said, because you couldn’t wait any longer.

“We are vampires. When you got here, Carlisle knew that you would die soon if we didn’t do something. So we turned you. Please don’t get upset! I know it is a lot to take in…”

You stopped him yet again by laughing hysterically. “He couldn’t possibly be telling the truth.” You thought to yourself.

You then spoke,“ Could you tell me what actually happened now?”

He sat and stared at you without moving a muscle, but then broke the silence saying,“ Let me try to prove it to you.” Jasper walked over to a cabinet a rummaged through a drawer until he slid out a mirror and brought it over to you. “When I found you, I looked into your eyes. They were blue. You looked into mine at the same time, do you remember the color.”

  “They are the same as they are now. Not normally colored, but golden.” He held up the mirror after you had responded. You jaw dropped as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were the same as his.

Jasper spoke again, he has a southern twang in his voice,“ Try to stand up and walk around.” You stood up and took a step but instead of getting closer to him you had gotten to the opposite side of the room as quick as he had only moments before.

He chucked a little as how shocked you were. “Don’t worry, darling, you will grow to get used to it.”

  “Jasper, I do have one more question. If we had only just formally met, moments ago. Then why do I feel so attached to you. Like I have known you my whole life.”

  He smiled and walked towards you. Once he finally got to you he rested a single hand in your shoulder. “I’m not exactly sure about you, but even though we just met. I had been looked for you my entire life. There is a reason that when I found you, I couldn’t just leave you there even though I thought you might die. There is a reason that I had Carlisle turn you instead of letting go like most of his other patients. We have a connection. You are my mate, as we call it around here.”

You smiled. “Jasper, everything I have been told since I awoke either seems like it isn’t true or it is a complete fantasy. I surely hadn’t been sure of anything up until this point, but this, this I don’t even have to think about. I know that this is where I am supposed to be. Right here, with you.”

Before you knew it you were pinned against the nearest wall with Jasper’s soft lips attached to yours.

  “I am so relieved that you feel the same way.” Jasper said breaking the kiss.

You breathed heavily, taken aback by the kiss you had just received. “So what now?” You asked Jasper.

“You are staying with us from this point on. We will be spending quite a bit of time getting to know each other better.” He said as his hands roamed down your body and held onto yours. “First things first though, you must meet the full family.”

“So it’s not just you and Carlisle?” You asked curiously. He let out a breathe of laughter.

“Not exactly. Don’t worry though, they are going to love you.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons for an autistic keith? Im autistic myself & keiths a very relatable character & it would be really interesting to see how other interpret him!

Oh heck yes, nonny. I love the idea of an autistic Keith; there are so many possibilities to it and it can fit so well with his character! (I may or may not have accepted it as personal canon.) Since autism so wide and varied, I’m aiming for general autism headcanons rather than any one specific kind of autism (like Asperger’s).

  • Autism is largely defined by difficulties in social interaction and communication, both of which Keith seems to struggle with. He’s a loner out on the edge of the desert, after all, and got kicked out of the Garrison for discipline issues (read: probably started a fight). He didn’t seem at all worried about being isolated from the rest of the world and even seemed a little miffed that these strangers tagged along with him when he rescued Shiro. He didn’t originally want them there. I wouldn’t be surprised in the least bit either if Keith was a loner even as a small child and seemed disinterested in the world.
  • A lot of the ‘duh’ stuff is not ‘duh’ to him. It doesn’t register to him that when Pidge’s tone of voice changes or her fingers start twitching that she’s exhausted and he should be careful about what he says, or that when he says something that he really means, it pisses Lance off. He doesn’t censor his words or thoughts when he speaks them and it can slide right past him that often times those are fighting words. And he doesn’t actively try to do it; it just doesn’t register to him. Why shouldn’t he say what he’s really thinking? Shiro picked up on this really quickly when he first met Keith, as did Hunk. Both of them usually help him realize when he goes too far or when he misses a subtle social cue.
    • (My brother is the same way. He doesn’t realize that if he makes a joke that’s super blunt and rude, people are going to get mad at him. He kind of feels like the whole world is constantly mad at him for being himself. I would imagine Keith feels exactly the same way every time he gets into a fight or in trouble.)
  • Hunk and Shiro help the others realize that they need to be more explicit and honest in what they say to Keith. Lance struggles the most with this since sarcasm is his shield and weapon against the world and his own emotions, but he does give it a try for Keith’s sake. He’s slowly getting better. They don’t mention it to Keith but the change in the way they talk to him is noticeable and it helps him handle and adjust to the group better.
  • Public school was a nightmare for Keith. There were so many people and so many noises that it became too overwhelming and he shut down. He’d pull his hoodie up and lay his head down on the desk to try and block out the world, or put his headphones in and turn up the volume so he could drown out the noise. His teachers didn’t understand why he would ignore them in class or why he would suddenly detach himself from everything. It was all he could do to make it through school some days. It got somewhat better at the Garrison since there weren’t as many people and it wasn’t so loud.
  • Keith keeps a lot of his thoughts and feelings to himself. Combine this with his disinterest in the world, it can lead people to think he’s arrogant or rude. In reality, he doesn’t know how to share his thoughts or emotions very well. He’s not like Lance, who’s always bubbling to the brim with emotions and energy, or Shiro who’s able to express himself clearly and accurately in a few sentences, or Hunk with his huge heart and great empathy. They get stuck somewhere from his brain to his mouth and it can frustrate him to no end. He usually ends up bottling everything up until it explodes, which doesn’t help his social situation. Shiro and his parents helped him realize that fighting could be his physical outlet for these frustrations, hence the reason he trains so much.
  • Keith knows some sign language from when he was a child. He didn’t speak for a long time and became frustrated when his parents didn’t know what he wanted, so he would scream or hit them to try and convey his message across. They realized that he was trying to talk to them so his mother taught him basic signs like “hungry”, “thirsty”, “tired”, “scared”, “listen”, etc. He was so excited the first time he signed “hungry” to his father and he understood. He could finally talk to the world and be understood. (His speaking abilities eventually came along.) He’s kept those signs throughout the years and the rest of the lionsquad learns them, which actually becomes super helpful when they’re out in the field or they need to make covert conversation with each other while visiting foreign planets. Pidge picks up on it the quickest and they have full-blown conversations.
  • Keith could talk for hours about flying and flying dynamics. He knows pretty much everything he could get his hands on about aerodynamics, weather, aeronautics engineering…you name it. It was the subject he excelled at most in school. As a child, he about made his parents’ ears bleed from how much he talked about it, but intense teasing and bullying over the years and their death taught him to not talk about it. The one he talks to it about the most is Shiro, and he’ll become a completely different person. His eyes will sparkle and he’ll wave his hands around and make grand gestures as he talks about plane designs or wind speeds; it’s a rare side of Keith that not many see and Shiro loves to see him break out of the mask he’s placed on himself.
Worth The Wait- Stuart Twombly

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Stuart x Reader

Words- 6,249 (uhhhhh)

Warnings- mentions of sexual assault (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED), smut, fluff, swearing, idk of anything else

AN: I stated this months ago but decided to finish it and post it for Stu week! I really hope y’all enjoy this because i’m super proud of it!

Also, thanks to @dylan-trash-tbh for proofreading this for me. I love you, Bee!!!! <3 And also a big thanks to @thelittlestkitsune for keeping me motivated and believing me!!!!! ;P

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

It was a Thursday night in the middle of August. The weather outside was rainy and cold and I could hear the sound of the wind rustling against the windows. I was sat alone in the library of my university, the only other person here being the little old librarian. She reminded me of my grandma: sweet and funny, and she always smelled like cinnamon. She also told the best stories, her stories.

I got up to put the book that I had just finished in the drop box.

“Finished already sweetheart? Didn’t you just start reading that about two hours ago?” I heard her sweet voice speak up.

I chuckled lightly, “I am. But you know me, I love to read.” I spoke softly. It was true though, the minute I open a book, I get lost in the beautiful words that litter the tattered pages.

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The Tenth Floor pt11

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language, smut talked about/implied, some dark themes

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10


The trash can in the break room was full. Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue, but there was only one janitor authorized to take out the trash from the Tenth Floor, and she was out sick. 

“Why don’t you take out the trash, Hoseok?” Jimin said, pointing to the can.

“And I would do that because…?” Hoseok shorted. “Do it yourself.”

“Jimin can’t take out the trash because he’s trash.” Jungkook offered unhelpfully. Why he was getting himself involved you had no idea. He had asked to see you, but the only place you could really talk was in the break room, which happened to be rather full at the moment. 

“That doesn’t even make sense.” Jimin retorted. “And if anyone is trash, isn’t it you?” 

“Why are we calling people trash?” Taehyung walked in, looking around curiously. 

“This is ridiculous.” You muttered. “What did you want to talk to me about, Jungkook?” 

The doctor finally focused his attention on you, frowning slightly. “Here isn’t the best place.”

“Sorry, since when do the two of you get along?” Jimin cut in suddenly. “Last I checked, you,” He pointed in your direction. “Hated him.”

“We don’t get along.” You snapped. 

“Did anyone else notice that the trash can is full?” Taehyung asked, apparently unaware of the rest of the conversation. 

“No, we had no clue at all, and if it wasn’t for you stating the obvious, we would have gone on putting more and more trash in it, never realizing the truth. The world owes you thanks.” Jungkook shot back sarcastically.

Taehyung blinked in surprise. “That was a little harsh, don’t you think?” 

“No, I don’t.” Jungkook shrugged. 

“Oh for god’s sake.” You muttered, standing from the table you had been sitting at with Jungkook and walking to the trash can. Without another word, you took the trash bag from the can and tied it. 

“What are you doing?” Taehyung asked in bewilderment.

“What does it look like she’s doing?” Hoseok laughed. “She’s taking out the trash so she has an excuse to get out of this room.” Hoseok was exactly right, but you decided not to tell him this fact as you stalked from the room, trash bag in hand. 

There weren’t any trashshoots in the building, so you had to take the elevator to the ground floor. This was fine with you; the longer you were away from your co-workers, the better. 

You wondered if there had always been so much tension on the tenth floor, or if that somehow had something to do with you. But that was impossible, right? Surely you couldn’t do that much damage by simply working there. 

You got several odd looks as you made your way to the ground floor, and then out a back door that you knew utility workers used, but at that point you weren’t particularly bothered. You had started to accept the fact that you would likely never quite fit in at the company anyway, so it didn’t really matter if people thought you were weird.

Once outside, you found yourself in a side ally between the two buildings, with a large dumpster against the wall of the one you just walked out of. You were about to throw the bag of trash into it when you noticed the man on his hands and knees in front of it, aparently trying to reach something under the dumpster. 

“Y–Yoongi?” You blinked at him in surprise. He jumped, looking up at you with eyes wide. An unlit cigarette was between his lips, and his hair was out of place from crawling around on the ground. 

“I, uh… Can explain.” He said, quickly taking the cigarette from his mouth and putting it somewhere out of view.

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space-is-out-there  asked:

I saw you were in the ol' writing mood and this was a prompt I wrote long ago that holds true with any pairing: Person A sneaks up behind person B for a hug/kiss only to startle them and get punched in the face on reflex.

Listen. I feel this. Yes. Thank you. I have people sneak up on me at work and have genuinely unnerved them because I don’t scream… I square up.

Alright let’s do this!


“I dunno, Lance. He just doesn’t seem the type.” Hunk shrugs. He places another spoonful of something resembling prrodge into his mouth and chews thoughtfully.

“Like it just seems out of character.”

“No but don’t you see?!” Lance leans across the breakfast table with fire in his eyes. “That’s exactly why! It’s so out of character, that you can’t you just imagine it? How perfect it is?” He sighs.

“I might finally have an edge on Keith.”

“Lance, what are you conspiring against Keith?” Shiro walks into the kitchen at the tail end of Hunk and Lance’s conversation. 

“Is Keith ticklish?” Lance turns towards him with a wide smile and hopeful eyes. Shiro pauses mid coffee pour. 

“huh…” He brings his steaming mug up to his lips. “I genuinely have no idea.”

“Really?” Hunk scoffs. “I thought you of all people would know.”

“No, no. Like Keith has always kept a lot to himself, and he just felt so….” Shiro gestures like he’s grabbing a tennis ball. 

“Small! Like I never really man handled him or anything out of fear of crushing him, and that’s usually when you find these things out.” He shrugs. 

Lance slams his glass down. He stands and places his fists firmly on his hips. 

“I WILL FIND OUT.” He declares. Shiro winces. 

“I wouldn’t try it. Keith generally doesn’t like to be touched.” He warns. Lance waves a hand dismissively.

“It’s fiiiiiine, Keith and I are buds. It’ll bring us closer” He whipsers dramatically. 

Shiro and Hunk share a worried look. 


Lance finds Keith standing inside the training deck. He appears to have finished for the morning and his shirt clings to his sweat soaked body. He has a foot on top of a bench and leans over to loosen his boots. His back is towards Lance.

Perfect.

Lance grins devilishly and tip toes towards his target. His fingertips begin to wriggle. He holds his breath and tries not to chuckle as he gets closer. he can feel the heat from Keith’s body coming off of him in humid waves.

Lance’s fingers fly to grab Keith’s ribs.

“Tickl….!”

But Lance is cut off by something hard smashing into his face. He can’t tell that it was Keith’s elbow. He just knows that it makes him see stars, fells heat swell in his nose and mouth, and tastes blood. Head reeling, he stumbles backwards and falls onto the hard cement. 

“Lance?! Lance! Oh god…”

He’s vaguely aware of someone calling his name. Their figure is blurry and their voice bounces around his empty head. 

“Lance! I’m so sorry! I didn’t…. jesus…” Keith kneels beside him and begins to come into focus. His eyes look panicked. He presses a towel firmly to Lance’s nose for a few seconds. When he adjusts it, Lance can see it’s covered in blood.

“Did you break my nose?!” Lance shrieks.

“I dunno! I dunno!”

“Keith!”

“Don’t be mad! You snuck up on me! What the hell were you doing anyway?!” Keith pouts. He pulls the towel away to sneak a glance at what looks like a split lip. God, Lance was going to look a mess when he got cleaned up.

“I….” Lance purses his lips. He drops his gaze. “I was just trying to see something.”

“What?! That doesn’t make any sense, Lance. What were you trying to…”

Lance reaches out his hand. With Keith bent over him and his arm outstretched to hold the towel to Lance’s busted lip and nose, he’s left his body open and it’s easy for Lance’s agile fingers to make contact with his armpit. 

Keith squeaks. He claps a hand over his mouth in shock. Lance smirks. 

“Wanted to see if you were ticklish.” Lance flashes a victorious smile. Even with the blood in his teeth, Keith manages to find it endearing. 

“Well, I suppose you have your answer now.” He huffs. “Was it really worth it?”

Lance grins. With uncharacteristic speed his hands are back on Keith’s sides, tickling at his ribs and underneath his arms. Keith writhes in his lap, high pitched laughter echoing around the training deck. Lance stops when Keith pitches forward and leans his head against his shoulder. Lance’s hands grip firmly to his hips. He can hear Keith panting in his ear. 

“Oh. Absolutely.” His lips move against Keith’s jaw.      

Keith lets his arms wrap around Lance’s middle. He laughs into the crook of his neck. It’s a nice, rare sound. 

anonymous asked:

Is it just me or does anyone else think Kyle actually doesn't like Heidi? Because the girls made him THINK that when he had walked inside the gym- did anyone notice that?? I think he just feels sympathetic for her?

YEAH YEAH YEAH I completely agree with you anon, that’s exactly what I was imagining while watching that episode.

There’s a post that mentions that Kyle is very naive romantically - he’s pretty suggestible. His descriptions to Rebecca in Monkey Phonics was very idealistic (understandable, since he’s a kid), but out of the Main Four, he’s the least romantically experienced. So of course when the girls suggest that he likes Heidi, they get it in his head. “Oh, maybe I do like Heidi? Maybe that’s why I care so much?” When really, it’s just that he’s the only person who’s going to stand up in the face of Cartman’s actions (everyone else seems to be “that’s classic cartman” and we all know kyle calls on this bullshit)

it’s kind of like when people see a baby girl and a baby boy playing together and are automatically like “Ooooh, i think they have a crush!!” when. They’re just playing. But it’s assumed because they are opposite biological sexes.

tldr: Kyle is just as manipulated as Heidi into thinking that he has a crush on her when really he’s just a good good boy who wants to help her out of an abusive relationship

So, what if someone goes to a therapist, not because they have abandonment issues or depression or things that people normally go to a therapist for, but because they really like the whole doctor/patient confidentiality thing? Which means they can gossip all they want.

And the therapist is a little lost because this is not their job, but, also, it’s kind of relaxing not to have to help someone solve a serious problem and they’re getting paid so they might as well enjoy it while it lasts?


“You’ll never guess what Maria did yesterday.”

*sigh* “You know this isn’t my job, right?”

“I’m paying you for it.”

“… What did Maria do?”

“She called her ex.”

And the therapist really doesn’t want to admit that they’re invested, so they act aloof, but they really want to know how this turns out because Maria’s ex is awful, and Maria herself obviously has some self-worth issues she needs to work on. So:

“We’re here to talk about you.”

“I spied on them on their brunch date. He took her to McDonald’s. He drives an Aston Martin. And he took her to McDonald’s.”

“Woah, wait a second! He begged her to come back and promised he would treat her better and he pulls that crap?”

And the “patient” just smirks. “I know, right?”


One day, the therapist gets their hopes up.

“I’m an awful person.”

The therapist thinks that the patient had a breakthrough. That, maybe, they were just messing around and stalling and they’re finally ready to admit why they have these sessions.

“What makes you think that?”

“I couldn’t stop staring at this guy’s teeth. They were so crooked! And, you know, you shouldn’t judge people because of how they look, and I wasn’t judging, honest! I just… couldn’t stop looking at them. It’s like my teacher in 2nd grade. He had this mole. I nearly had to stay back a year because it was so distracting. Do you think I made him feel insecure?”

And the therapist just leans back in their chair and gives up.


“Jonathan’s getting married.”

“Not to his girlfriend?”

“Exactly what I said! Everyone knows he’s in love with Peter! He knows he’s in love with Peter! His girlfriend knows he’s in love with Peter! He’s openly bi! Why is he marrying this girl when he sees her maybe twice a month! He spends all of his time with Peter! He slept with Peter! While he was dating his girlfriend! His girlfriend knows!”

“Back up! He slept with Peter!? When?”

*gasp* “I never told you? How could I not tell you? Oh my gosh, it was insane.”


“I don’t think I’m going to make it.”

And the therapist knows better than to think that this is a serious problem. 

“What happened now?”

“I promised to do this 2-week juicing diet challenge with Ollie and Lisa-”

And because the patient isn’t an actual patient, the therapist feels comfortable judging. “Those are so unhealthy. You need actual food.”

“I know! I ate three boxes of Hostess cupcakes yesterday.”

“…I’m not gonna say it.”

“But you’re thinking it.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I can never tell them.”


And the therapist and the patient are actually really comfortable by now. Sometimes, the patient comes in and the therapist is super tired, so they let the therapist use the session to nap.

Or, the patient brings their laptop and they watch Netflix. They’re watching GLOW together. They just started it, and they won’t watch it by themselves or with anybody else.


Sometimes, the therapist actually talks about their life.

“My mother thinks I should get married. And I keep telling her I’m not ready to settle down, but she wants grandkids out of all of us and both of my brothers and all three of my sisters are already married with kids. I think I’m disappointing her.”

“Well, you can’t live your life for her, you know?”

“Yeah.”

“…”

“…”

“You should get a pet.”

“What?”

“Like a dog or a cat. Or a snake! And then you can introduce it to your mom as your child.”

“Maybe a tarantula?”

And then they break down giggling because they’re dorks.


And, one day, the patient comes in with an actual problem. The patient’s dad just died and his last wish was for the patient to take over the family company and the patient isn’t sure if they can do it. They want to, but they’re worried maybe they’re not good enough.

And when the patient gets to the therapist’s office, the therapist realizes something serious is going on and they say they’re not letting the patient pay for this and then they leave the office and go sit on a park bench and the patient cries and the therapist comforts. Like a friend. Not a therapist.

“I’m just- I’m really going to miss him.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know.”


And they’re just… really close, you know?

And the therapist says that the patient doesn’t have to keep paying to talk to them.

“It’s a waste of money. And you have my personal cell.”

“But how am I going to get you to keep my secrets?”

“I’ll always keep your secrets.”

“…Me too.”

And they pinky promise and live their lives being dorks together.

Imagine hanging out at Jeff’s house one day and changing into one of his shirts as you always do. He questions why you do it and in return tries yours because he can. Needless to say, your shirts are not fit for Jeff’s physique.

I gotta give credit where it’s due and thank @tapes-at-monets for creating ‘Dating Jeff Atkins’ headcanons which spawned this idea :)

Originally posted by yalica

Jeff Atkins X Reader

Bliss. 

Warm, comfortable bliss is what your mind immediately conjures up as you snuggle into one of Jeff’s shirts. The two of you got a little sidetracked from your after-school study session, and you prolonged your stay just a little longer when it started to drizzle outside. But with your shoes kicked off and jacket hung up in the front closet, your own t-shirt wasn’t cutting it and you wanted to be comfortable. Truly comfortable.

“Why is it,” Jeff laughs as he enters his room, “that every time I leave you alone for a minute, I come back to you wearing my clothes?”

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Sick Babygirl - pt.2

Genre: a smidgen of fluff and s m u t

Length: about 1,500 words

Kinks: dd/lg, choking, brat taming, predator/prey play

Originally posted by magiccastles

Jaebum had been taking care of you all week; bring you everything you needed or wanted, leaving practice early just to check up on you, and so much more.

You looked up at him, softly pouting as you made eye contact. “Daddy…” His petname rolling off your tongue and escaping your mouth like a sweet, peaceful song.

A bright smile appeared on his face, his cheeks turning a bright pink- just like they always did when you called him that during the moments alone you two had together. “Yes princess?” He asked in reply, gently caressing your face.

“You seem really tired. Are you sure I’m not being a bother?” You asked curiously, cuddling into the palm of his large hand, “I feel so annoying. You’re doing so much for me..”

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Snapchat Mishaps { The End }

 ~ This is it babes! I hope you love it , xoxoxoxoxo ~

Warnings : swearing, S M U T ! kinda nsfw gifs ;) .

MasterList        Snapchat Mishaps MasterList


  Walking out of buckys room is harder than you thought it’d be. All you want to do is turn back, throw your self in his arms and sleep there . But that’s just not how the cards played out this time .

Buckys pov

Did she just- she left . We finally did it , we had mind blowing sex and she just left ? Did she not like it? Pshh there’s no way she didn’t like it, I’m fucking awesome .
Maybe this was only a game to her , but everything else says otherwise . What is her deal ? Ugh. If this is what she wants , then this is how it’ll be . Atleast until I can make her realize just fucking isn’t what I want . I should probably just spit it out and tell her how I feel , but even I know I’m too much a pussy to take that risk. Not until I know for sure how she feels.


The next day

Y/n’s pov
    You spent the rest of yesterday locked in your room , you couldn’t handle seeing bucky again just to have him act like nothing happened . Today you have to leave your room though , you have a meeting and then training . Calling Steve and faking sick crossed your mind, but you’re better than that , you’re better than letting someone affect your life like that .

The entire team was at the meeting , apparently all of you need to be present for some big announcement. You’re the last one to arrive , and the only seat is next to Bucky . For fucks sake . You slide into the seat as Tony begins speaking

“ you all met the fantastic four the other night ,correct?” He received various forms of ‘yes ’ from all of you . As you answer , you feel a hand on your thigh, and you immediately recognize it as buckys cold metal hand . Wtf? His finger slide between your thighs, pushing them slightly apart so he can nestle them between your legs. You shoot him a wide eyed look but he keeps his eyes on Tony , his face 100% emotionless . Why the fuck did I wear a skirt ?How is he staying so calm?!

“ well, me and reed agreed that Incase the situation ever should present itself for us to have to fight together , we should all learn the others techniques and skills. So we can work is harmony instead of having absolute chaos trying to work together on a mission.”

As tony speaks buckys fingers lightly brush over your core , making you squirm at the friction on your underwear against your clit . As the other discuss Tony’s decision, bucky only gets bolder . He’s rubbing rough circles into your covered core, but swiftly dips his fingers underneath your panties . You suck in a harsh breathe when he inserts a finger and starts slowly thrusting , while his palm works against your clit . Holy shiiiit, why is he doing this to me . He picks up the pace, and your hand shoots down to grab onto his to try and still it . It doesn’t work how you want , it only encourages him .

“ the others being here means a lot more risk of injuries , and Helen is still out of the country. Y/n you can handle this though right ? In case hot head accidentally burns someone or Ben ends up tossing someone through a wall? ”

“ uh- ye-yeah tony , I can handle it !” You’re tone is a Barely even , but with your advancing orgasm it’s the closest to calm you can get .

“ perfect ! Anymore questions ?”

When no one spoke up, tony dismisses everyone , you rip buckys hand away from you and storm out of the conference room.

“ y/n wait !” He calls after you . You stop dead in your tracks , making him nearly crash into you. After checking to make sure you’re the only two left in the hall , You whirl around and push him until his back hits the wall

“ what do you think you’re doing !? We were in a meeting Bucky! That was totally-”

“ hot ?” He asks with a grin . Your brows furrow in confusion.what is he playing at ?

“ you know , you’re even cuter when you’re angry doll.” He removes your hands as he steps forward , not stopping until your back is against the other wall. Well fuck .

“ I thought I told you this game was over for me , I don’t want to chase you anymore . I just want you doll.”
The way he’s looking at you is odd, his eyes hold a mix of anger , confusion and sincerity all at once . Maybe he does have feelings for me ? Why wouldn’t he just say it then ?

You don’t get the chance to reply , his lips overtaking yours stops any coherent thought in your mind . The kiss is sweet , filled with passion and it’s making your body tingle . Your hands fist in his shirt , pulling him until he’s flush against you. Why does this feel so right ? Why does it feel … so real ? Does he kiss everyone like this ?

He finally backs away for air , your eyes never leaving each other .

“ the fantastic four have arrived and are waiting with the rest of the team for your arrival . Miss y/n you have been requested to be there also , just as a precaution.” FRIDAY announces .

“ c'mon doll. We’ve got work to do .”

Watching the teams fight each other is giving you anxiety . Every time Johnny uses his powers against someone you have to try not to close your eyes , Someone’s going to catch on fire , his aim is messy. Ben managed not to throw anyone through a wall, and reed & sues powers are addicting to watch . One minute she would be infront of Natasha the next , poof, empty air . So cooool . And reed is so … stretchy .

“ what’re you thinking about princess?” When the hell did Johnny get over here?

“ do you think reed is  stretchy , everywhere?” you wiggle your eyebrows

“ gross he’s married To my sister dude ! I don’t want think about it !” His have scrunches up in disgust and you can’t control the laugh that escapes you . You hear a loud boom and look up to seem bucky flat on his back with Big orange ben standing over him laughing

“ I didn’t mean to knock you that hard Barnes ! Keep your head in the fight though! ” buckys eyes find yours , jealously& anger clear in his expression .

“ so I take it things didn’t go well with terminator the other night? What a shame . You know I’m still free babe .” Johnnys tone is playful , but you can sense he actually means his offer .

“We - uhm - it went well. Just not exactly how I wanted .” You admit shyly

“ anal?” He questions

Originally posted by only-gossip-girl


You make a fake vomit noise and elbow him “ no you jackass . Gross. I just thought it would be more than sex , ya know? But I was wrong .”

“ by the way he keeps looking over here , I don’t think it’s just sex to him . He looks like he wants to ram me up bens ass . ” at that Johnny raises his hand to wave at bucky, then winks .

“ you’re asking for trouble storm . He probably just doesn’t want to share me .” Makes senses , I don’t want to share him either . Ever . But for entirely different motives

“ I think you two are just misunderstanding-”

“ storm your up against Barnes now !” Tony calls over , oh shit. This is going to be interesting.
Johnny leans over to place a quick kiss to my cheek before skipping over to Bucky on the mats . You watch the two conversing but can’t hear what’s being said .

Buckys POV

Fucking storm . Why the hell did he kiss her cheek? And why does he look so
Fucking giddy to fight me ? Prick .

“ you know , she might be blind but I’m not .” He says quiet enough for only me to hear .

“ what the fuck are you talking about ?”

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

“ you’re infatuated with y/n, not in a ’ I just want to fuck your brains out ’ kinda way. Because if it was you wouldn’t look like you’re planning 200 different ways too kill me when I speak to her . If you have feelings for her tell her , because beautiful girls like don’t wait around forever grandpa . ” with that the starting whistle goes off and we begin sparring , maybe Johnny isn’t that bad .  


After training

Y/n’s pov


Thankfully Bucky didn’t kill Johnny , or get set on fire , and no one needed medical attention . Makes my job a hell of a lot easier .

You bolted like a bat out of hell after training , locking myself away in your room before anyone could even try to talk to you . If buckys done with the game, it could mean one of two things : 1.) he has feelings for me . 2.) he just wanted to skip all the foreplay and get right to the fucking . If he does have feelings for me, why wouldn’t he just straight out say it then ? I mean I didn’t exactly voice mine , but … whatever . I think it’s option #2. Just the sex , which I can’t really complain , it was fan fucking tastic. I’d gladly continue that, but will I be able to do that and keep the feelings at bay? Or will it make it worse ?

Your inner battle gets interrupted by rapid knocks on your door . “ doll I know you’re in there .”

 Your heart jumps at buckys voice , but you hesitate before opening your door . I’m a big girl , why am I acting like a scared baby? You open your door, eyes connecting with the familiar pools of blue . You don’t speak, instead you inquisitively raise your eyebrows at him . His mouth falls open and snaps closed a few times , and you can see him struggle to get whatever he needs to say out

 “ bucky what’s wrong ?”

  “ n-nothing’s wrong , I just- uh- ”

You grab his hand and haul him into your room and shut the door behind him.

  “ listen , if you don’t wanna.. ya know , repeat the other night again I get it . It’s not an issue-”

“ NO , that’s not - fuck. I’m done with this entire game y/n , I’m not fooling around anymore.”


 “ yeah , you mentioned that earlier , but what the hell does that mean Barnes ! ” you snap , you’ve had enough of this . When he doesn’t answer right away you let your annoyance take over “ it either you either don’t want to have sex with me, want to have sex with me, or you have fuckif feelings for me! So which one is it because I’m not a damn mind reader and I’m sick of trying to diffuse this situation!” You growl .

  His eyes widen at your words , but a wide smile plays at his lips too. He steps closer, making you take a step back for everyone one he takes , until your back hits your door .

“ well doll, I can definitely tell you The first option is out. I can’t wait until I’m between those beautiful thighs again .” His hands land on your thighs , squeezing them as he continues , “ I’ve never had someone feel as good as you sweetheart . The way your pussy clenched around my dick, was absolutely intoxicating . And the way your lips feel against mine , -” his lips brush over yours gently making your breath hitch . 

 So it is just Sex for him . Your heart falls at the thought . His fingers gently tilt your face up towards his, he must of seen tour face fall from his words

  “You know what makes sex with you so perfect ? The fact that it isn’t emotionless, the fact that my heart leaps out of my chest at even the smallest touch , the tiniest hint of a smile or your beautiful laugh, sends waves of warmth through me . It makes me crave to see your lips curve into that dazzling smile, andto hear your addicting laughter. Everything about you is - breath taking y/n. You made it absolutely impossible not to fall in- ” he pauses quickly “ not to have feelings for you .” Whoa- what just - did he -

He has one hand cradling your cheek, the other gripping your hip. I need to answer him , but I- Did you ever get so frightened, that you couldn’t even scream ? Couldn’t even make a sound , the fear just over takes your entire system? Welll apparently shock and pure fucking happiness has that effect too. His eyes are filled with uncertainty and fear now, you watch as his eyes trail over your face , taking in your deer-in-headlights expression at his confession. He steps back, his hands leaving your body . 

No no NO . You launch yourself at him before he can take another step , and thank fucking god your bed was close enough to catch the two of you as you topple backwards . You land on top of him , straddling his hips as he looks up at you with confusion .

“ I- you- I thought- ” you stumble through your words , still not fully comprehending buckys confession.

“ doll you don’t have to say anything , I don’t want you make you feel like you have to recipro-”

  “ do you ever shut up?” You chuckle , a bright smile dawns on your face , the words you’ve been searching for finally come out ,“ you are an insufferable asswipe Bucky Barnes . ” his face drops , and as he goes to speak you stop him “ I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell has been going on in that mind of yours ; whether you just wanted me as a reliable fuck , or if you actually cared about me like I care about you, I’ve been going fucking nuts! ” You laugh at yourself , the tension finally leaving your body .

  “ then why’d you leave ?” Things shift, Buckys face showing just how your exit affected him the other morning .

“ I may of been a little harsh-”

“ harsh?!? I asked you to stay and you said'fuck no’! That’s a little more than harsh-”

  “ I didn’t want to get hurt ! I thought- seeing in your arms , waking up next to you , those are intimate things for me- bucky if this would of been just sex to and I would of stayed that night I would of been wrecked . I couldn’t risk-”

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  He sits up , with you still on his lap, and cups your face with both his hands ,

  “ hey , breathe . I get it , I feel the same way, that’s why I asked you to stay, it was my of kinda trying to get you to realize I wanted more than just sex , y/n I WANT to fall asleep with you, and wake up with your crazy morning hair and bad-”

“ If you say bad breath I swear to God Barnes.” He chuckles , then pulls your lips to his in a quick , sweet kiss.

  “ you know , i never thought falling in love would be this -”

“ you love me? ” you question with a smirk. Jackpot. His cheeks turned bright red , and he tries to hide his face in your neck but you don’t let him.

“ no way, you’re not hiding from this Buck. I think we’ve had enough communication issues to last a life time . Do you love me ?” He shyly nods, barely meeting your gaze. “ you know ,it would of been really awkward if you didn’t . Because I sure as hell love you Bucky Barnes .” There is no doubt in your words, your tone full love and confidence . His face brightens at your words, and his lips crash into yours, pulling a shocked yelp from you . He smiles into the kiss, while you giggle against his lips. As the kiss heats up, your body moves against his , your hips moving on their own accord as they grind down onto his hardening lap . 

 The more intense the kiss gets , the faster your hips move , you pull apart to gasp as his hips push up into yours . Bucky takes the chance to suck your bottom lip into his mouth , a moan pouring from you at the feeling.

“ bucky please .” That’s all it took for him to flip you over and shed the clothes from both of you . The second his shirts off , your hands move to trace the lines of muscle across his chest . How is his body so fucking perfect ? He moves your hands above your head , releasing them so his can roam your bare body . His lips are kissing and sucking down your neck, and you know he’s leaving bruises as he goes . His mouth finally makes it down to your chest , and He pays equal attention to each of your boobs . His mouth sucking and nipping at one , while his hand rolls and tugs at the other nipple . You’re pretty sure you can come undone just from the feeling . You feel a fresh wave of wetness between your thighs , and you rub them together to try and get any friction you can . His hand grabs onto your thigh, sliding between them to part them.

  “ don’t even try it doll , be patient .” He warns , you groan and toss your head back .

  “ bucky please , I -oh!” As you speak he plunges two finger into your slick heat . “ you what doll?” He smugly asks. “God, I love the noises you make, did I make you this wet for y/n? ” cocky bastard

Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl

 His fingers speed up, the wet smacking noises of his fingers fucking into your pussy adding to the pleasure . You whimper , nodding you head in response to his question . Speaking was not an option right now, coherent thoughts aren’t even possible for you. You roll your hips down on his fingers as he curls them right against the sensitive spot in you.

  “ bucky!” His entire body moves down , and his mouth suctions right onto your clit as he finger fucks you. You whimper as your release closes in, right as your on the verge of cuming , his mouth and fingers are gone .

“ you fucking-” His lips cut you off with a rough kiss, his tongue tangling with yours right away . You both moan into it, and you glide your hand down your body until his hard cock was in your grasp . He groans into your mouth as you start to pump him slowly . You guide him to your entrance, letting him take over when his tip rubs against your dripping pussy . He pushes in slowly , swearing under his breath when he finally bottoms out. He gives you a minute to adjust before pulling back and thrusting roughly back in . You know you both aren’t going to last long , you’re both too wound up. You wind your finger through his hair, tugging him down for a kiss as he pounds into you . His pace is relentless , both of you chasing your releases . As you get closer his hips slow down , instead of smacking into yours , now they are slowing bumping together . You whimper his name , and he flips the two of you . He has you sitting in his lap , your chest pressing against his as you behind lifting yourself up . 

You drop back down onto him , your pace equally as slow as his were . You realize it went from fucking to … well making love . Your hands are on his neck , holding him to you as you passionately kiss him , moaning into his mouth as you ride him .

  “ I love you.” You say , your lips hovering over his as your pace begins to pick up a little

  “ I love you too doll.” His hands grip your waist a little tighter , allowing him to thrust up into you . You throw your head back at the feeling of him meeting your thrusts and it isn’t long before moans are pouring through the room as both of your orgasms rip through the two of you . You stay on his lap, his softening dick still in you as you blissfully ride out hot highs. With one last slow kiss, you lift yourself off him and roll to lay beside him. Both of you are on your back , still trying to even your breathing . The only sound in the room is breathing , but it isn’t an awkward silence , but a welcomed one .

   A few minutes pass before bucky turns to you , a goofy smile stretching across his lips , “ Stay?” He asks , you turn , mirroring his dorky smile .

“ fuck yes .”

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