your face is obscene

An Ode to the Venus Signs

Aries: The primal lust for power that drives you fuels the spark in your eye and the deceiving lilt in your voice that rears just as you go in for the kill. You will eventually give up being the ever-brave knight and the same cold knife that pierces his heart in exchange for the purity you braved oceans of passion and battles of ferocious kisses in the thundering moonlight for. You will lay down your helmet not in defeat but to unleash a fierce tenderness that no other could ever match. 

 Taurus: You grant your body its right to speak for itself, you’re a lover of few words and infinite complexities. The burgundy wine that pumps through your heart and veins and out through your mouth intoxicates its ever-fortunate victim within minutes. The kisses you allow are accompanied by your luxurious velvet touch that, on its own, is a treasure worthy of an ancient and haunting sea borne melody of lust, deceit, and riches beyond measure. 

Gemini: Yours is an epic poem of magic and thermals thrusting you beyond the clouds and the stars in one flap of your winged self. An intense emotional threshold is accompanied by lighthearted joviality that lets itself be heard through your tinkling laugh late into the night. You are the adventure in any fantasy and the spirit of any angelic presence we have all felt when our wheels of fortune are on their way to the top. 

Cancer: Your gentle caress is the joy finally bubbling up from an exhausted heart. You’re the flower in the gun, the lover that hit the universe. The Valentine’s Day you imagined all those years that finally happened, the ribbon on an exquisite present you almost feel guilty untying. Your quiet devotion is emotional and romantic, crystalline perfection in a tarnished, stone world. 

Leo: The mischievous grin you unveil to the masses is nothing to the intense and yet… Exciting gleam in your eye when you unmask your bad boy disguise and become the gold-hearted danger we all secretly desire. You are the protector of the queen of hearts, jealous though your undying love may be. Somehow with you, the world is perfectly in sync with every breath that is shared, each movement a rhythm of unyielding devotion. 

Virgo: The crease in your brow changes ever so slightly for every different small emotion you allow to the surface. The perfection of each conscious movement and considerate placement of every inch of you is not unnoticed. The free spirit you unleash in your blessed vulnerable moments is the thunder of a rainstorm in a drought, a love with you is one of reincarnation of your lover’s prized memories and dreams plucked from careful observation and secretly tender moments of thought. 

Libra: Your youthful exuberance is open minded with a bright and surprising wisdom. The element of surprise is always packed neatly up your sleeve for when inspiration strikes your wandering mind. Though with light footsteps your travel this road, each movement is meaningful and not as wasteful as it appears to the ignorant eye. Your sweet intentions never turn bitter even in adversity, as your every move matches the most romantic of ideals with ease. 

Scorpio: Trust doesn’t fall into your rigid nature, as you decided it can’t. But how you long for it, to let go of a little control into trustworthy arms that feel of your pillow after a long, hard day. You have the loyalty of the best friend trope and the love of the heroine all contained in the body of what can only be a hero. You do not move quickly, but each stroke of the brush is one of intensity and saturation made with steady hands. The bouts of rash action do not last long, as you already know deep in your soul where you belong. 

Sagittarius: Worldly, exciting, fast and learned are your ways of rash and heated passion. You are jagged bottles wielded by the wild, but each cut of the blade is done out of fun and poisoned only by the cowardly. The jolt of sunshine and fall weather, the fall that tastes golden and slightly crisp, is only the instantaneous reward given before the ride. 

Capricorn: You are the everything you determined they deserve; the want and the need alike. Allowing yourself the pleasure of being the mouse in the game for once, with an ever protective grip on reality all the while. Your intensity is a quiet one, one that doesn’t speak but radiates. It is unyielding and wooden, but alive all the same. Your branches bear fruit that, for once, are willingly plucked with a silent thank you and perhaps a passing smile. Your roots will never cease to grow until the soil is gone and your stomach barren, but until then you are permanent and, most importantly, ever standing.

Aquarius: You take flight without warning, but how any would worship simply seeing you go. A disguised predator in a world of the unwise. But from you comes the pleasure of shrewd sport in the face of those simply surviving. To let your guard down sounds obscene until you allow yourself to understand the truth; the truth that allows you to shed your old and tired skin. Like the snake you are blind before your fresh skin, and you can roll with it or forge a fresh path. 

Pisces: The mysteries of the universe lie within your magnetic eyes and wry smile. Your every move fascinates and alienates and is left for only the dedicated to make sense of. You create a new world for your person, with exquisite detail and an unparalleled sense of wonder. But danger looms in the back of your incredible mind and with the shift of your thoughts you can press the tempting button of self-destruction. Burning bridges is a staple of your watery magic, and you the lone arsonist. Perhaps you could put down the matches, but who’s to say you ever will decide it’s worth it?

Jealousy Takes Control

Imagine request from @vitalanidragonbane for:
Jon X Reader where he is jealous(possessive) when he sees Theon heavily flirting with you even though you keep trying to tell him you’re already Jon’s. So when Jon’s wolf-like traits surface, he pulls you away to your shared bedchambers where he shows you that you’re his and he’s hers and nobody else can have her and he might just have to kill the next guy that flirts with her. SMUT PLEASE!!

Jon Snow X Reader

A/N: Smutty smut smut smut. Had so much fun writing this :) With love, Kat

Words: 2018

Jon Snow. A bastard of the North. He was incredibly beautiful. He had dark, brooding eyes and thick curly hair to match. His full lips felt like heaven on yours and his strong, but gentle hands perfectly complimented his muscular frame. He was all yours and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jon had made you his months ago, claiming that you were his all along.

While you were walking through the halls of the castle, you heard the clacking of nails on the stone floor behind you and turned around to be met with Ghost’s large frame.
“Hey boy, you following me again?” you chuckled as you scratched behind his ear. The large wolf leaned into your touch and nuzzled his face into your neck. Ever since Jon made you his, if he wasn’t by your side, Ghost was. Even though some would find it overbearing, you found it comforting. No matter what, you were safe, and Ghost listened to whatever you said unless it was to leave you alone. He had strict orders from Jon to never leave your side if Jon wasn’t around.
“Come on, Ghost. Let’s go wash you up, your fur is a bit dirty” you said, leading the wolf up to yours and Jon’s shared bedchambers.

You undressed so that you were just in your underdress so you could wash Ghost without getting your dress wet or dirty. As the large wolf stepped into the tub, you grabbed the soap so you could scrub his fur and removed the dirt. He had turned from pure white to ash grey over the past month. After he was thoroughly cleaned, you reached to drain the tub and Ghost dipped his nose into the water, flicking it up quickly, successfully splashing water all over you.
“Ghost!” you gasped in disbelief and laughed, your underdress now soaked through and see through to the point of being able to see your breasts. He nudged your chin with his nose and you turned to the doorway, to see Jon leaning against it with a grin on his face.
“Your wolf is almost as insatiable as you are, Snow” you grinned, getting up from where you were sitting and allowing ghost to get out of the tub. You then moved to help Ghost dry off when you felt two muscular arms wrap around your waist and those perfect lips press against your neck.
“Ghost can dry himself, love” Jon whispered in your ear, “for now I have a bit of disappointing news for you.”
You frowned, “What’s going on, Jon?”
“I have to leave” he kissed your cheek, “for a little while” another kiss, “with Robb and my father” another kiss, “to handle some business in White Harbor” he said, planting a final kiss on your forehead.
“Jon, I don’t want you to leave” you practically whined, you hadn’t gone without Jon for more than a week and now he was leaving you for a few months.

But, just as quickly as you got upset, Jon turned you on almost as quickly.
“Love, you’re all wet. I think you need to get changed” he said, smirking and letting his voice drop into a low, seductive tone. He let his hands roam over the wet fabric, allowing his thumbs to tease your nipples through the thin underdress, eliciting a moan from you and causing you to arch your back. Jon let out a low growl and pinned you against the wall, you would be lying if you said his wolf-like traits didn’t get you soaking wet with desire. You loved it when he turned primal and being without him for so long was weighing heavily on your mind. You and Jon made love every night, sometimes several times throughout the day, and being without him for just a week nearly drove you mad. You weren’t sure your own hands could satisfy you for the months that he was going to be gone.
“Jon don’t tease me and leave me” you pouted, knowing he was going to have to go soon.
“Trust me, Y/N. I don’t know how I’m going to go that long with out being able to touch you” he said, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest, “or kiss you. By the gods the absence of your lips on mine is going to drive me mad and not waking up next to you is going to make every morning feel like Seven Hells.”

The next day, Jon left and you were stuck in Winterfell by your lonesome. Well, you weren’t totally alone but it felt like you were with Jon not around, thankfully you had Ghost by your side the whole time he was gone. You had gotten much closer to Theon, Sansa, and Arya in the time that the boys were off in White Harbor. However, Theon seemed to be getting too close to you, letting his touches linger for far too long.
“Y/N, I was thinking we could go for a ride today, get away from the castle for a bit” Theon said, letting his hand linger on the small of your back.
“Theon, I suggest you remove your hand from me before Ghost removes it for you” you gestured to the wolf who’s hair was standing on end, with his teeth bared and an angry growl coming from his throat.
“I hardly think I should be afraid of a measly wolf” Theon started and then trapped you between his body and the wall, “he’s only here to watch over you until Jon returns. For now, I want you.”
“Quit it, Greyjoy” you replied, clearly annoyed.
“Y/N, I’ve wanted you for a long time. I can show you how good you should feel. I can make you feel better than Snow ever could” he said, running one hand up your side and letting the other keep you trapped against the wall.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Theon?” you hear a voice rasp out, and you see Jon standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with rage. Theon backed away from you in fear.
“Jon!” you yelled, running to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You planted kisses to his face and neck while he stayed staring at Theon. Suddenly, he grabbed you forcefully by your chin and made you look up at him, the sensation bordering on pain.
“You. Are mine” he said, talking more so Theon would hear than telling you.
“I know” you smiled up at him. You could practically see the jealousy coursing through his veins and smell the anger radiating off of him.
“With me. Now.” Jon said as he dragged you off by your arm to your bedchambers.

The second the door was closed, Jon had you shoved up against it.
“Mine” he growled out as he pushed you harder into the door and marked your neck with bruises.
“Yes, Jon. All yours” you moaned out, letting yourself melt into his rough touches.
“What did he say to you?” he asked, walking you backwards towards the bed.
“H-he told me that.. He told me he could m-make me feel better than y-you c-could” you stuttered out, hesitant. You knew it would make Jon angry, but you had no idea just how angry.
“What? What the hell did he say?!” he was circling you now, like a predator circling prey. You were scared and massively turned on at the same time.
“He told me he could make me feel better than you could. But we both know that’s not true, baby” you said, almost pleading. He finally stopped circling and pushed his chest against yours, the backs of your knees hitting the bed.
“On the bed” he said, pointing to the lush furs that covered your shared bed.

Once you were laid down on the bed, he moved to untie your dress, his mouth following his fingers as he went. Once your dress was off, he hovered over you, taking in all of your features. He put his lips to your ear,
“I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll never even look at another man” he said as he let his fingers slide down your stomach and across your slick folds.
“Oh gods, you’re already so wet for me, love” he said, groaning at the feeling of your wetness.
“Only for you, Jon.”
Those words made him smile up at you as he kissed his way down your stomach and across your inner thigh. His beard tickling your skin as he went. He let his tongue sweep lazily across your folds and pushed two fingers into you, curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot. He kept curling his fingers and gently pumping them in and out, causing you to arch your back and thread your hands into his hair, pulling his face closer to you as he licked and sucked at your clit.
“I want you to finish on my tongue, love” Jon said as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. When he knew you were close because he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue, letting it explore you as he rubbed tight circles on your clit with his thumb. It didn’t take long before waves of pleasure were crashing over you, causing you to moan out his name at your high point.

Jon then removed the rest of his clothes and moved over top of you so he was resting on his forearms and he smiled and chuckled at you. In that moment you were happy you were laying down because of how wobbly in the knees his smile and laugh made you.
“I love you, Jon Snow”
“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N” he said as he positioned himself at your entrance and slid into you while he buried his face in your neck and let out an obscene moan. When he was buried to the hilt inside of you, you couldn’t help but beg for him.
“I need you, Jon. Please” you said, arching your back and moving your hips in an attempt to get more friction.
“I’m going to make you feel so good you’re going to forget your own name, love” and with that, he began thrusting into you, hard and fast. He was pounding into you with such force that you were sure you’d split in two, his fingers digging into your hips. You were sure there would be plenty of bruises and soreness tomorrow, but you knew that’s what Jon wanted. He wanted you marked, he wanted everyone to know you were his.

“I’m close, Jon” you moaned out as he continued to thrust into you.
“Me too, love” he said, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic.

Within moments, you were screaming each others’ names and he was spilling into you while you found your release all over his cock. He toppled down on you, not caring if his weight was too much and after a few moments of catching your breath, he pulled out of you and laid beside you, letting you rest your head on his chest.
“You know, Y/N” he said, lazily dancing his fingers across your back and shoulders, “I might just have to kill the next man that flirts with you.”
“Jon Snow, you’re insatiable and rabid with jealousy. You know I want nobody but you.”
“I can’t help but be jealous. I have the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros, I just don’t want anyone else to touch you.”
“Neither does Ghost apparently, I thought he was going to kill Theon a few times” you chuckled.
“A few times?” you saw rage flash in Jon’s eyes again.
“Relax, wolf. Ghost was protecting me” you smile up at him.

“I’m serious when I say I’ll kill the next man that flirts with you” he said, cuddling close to you.
“I know you are, Snow” you said, letting yourself drift into sleep. And before long the both of you were fully asleep, with Jon snoring lightly.

The Contest - Chapter 5

As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
Chapter 5 continues with the slow, slow build, Lots of dirty talking, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Humour, Swearing, Flirting, Sweetness, Sexual tension, Teasing, Groping, Fingering, Language!, NSFW, Technology, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 7,142 (I’m so sorry…putting myself on a time-out)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

A/N: Thanks so much for your patience everyone! The holidays really threw my schedule into chaos and this one took a lot longer than I anticipated. This chapter was a challenge - I struggled with the length and whether or not I should divide it into two chapters. In the end, I decided to keep it together so as to not disrupt the flow.

Thanks to @evansrogerskitten​ for the beta - I  love you babe! To everyone sending me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged, THANK YOU! You are AWESOME! Tumblr is being a bitch with the tags so I’ve done these manually - I hope I haven’t missed anyone! Please send me a note if I’ve left you off by mistake or if you would like to be tagged.

And always, to my twitter babes: thanks for the support, love and smut ;)

Chapter 5: The Asset

In the nights that followed, you and Bucky could be found sprawled across his bed watching movies, huddled under the covers talking for hours or just wrapped around each other’s bodies in quiet comfort.

Falling asleep in Bucky’s protective arms each night, you felt safe for the first time in years. But while his presence kept the nightmares at bay, the vividly erotic dreams that appeared in their place were just as torturous. Especially when Bucky had made it a habit to hold you close to his body as you both slept. You never would have guessed that the Winter Soldier liked to cuddle.

Each morning you’d wake with your body pressed tight against his bare chest, his metal arm circling your waist and a strong thigh draped across your legs. This morning was no exception.

As soon as you begin to stir, you feel his warm lips start to lazily pepper your neck with kisses and his morning arousal rubbing up against your backside.

“Mmmm, good morning soldier,” you purr as you lightly stroke the cool metal of his arm while backing into his growing bulge. “Someone’s up early.”

“Your fault doll,” he murmurs sleepily into your ear. “All that moaning in your sleep last night got me going.”

“Was I fucking you hard in your dreams again?”

“Hmph,” you scoff as you make a mental note to never tell Natasha anything ever again. “How do you even know I was dreaming about you?”

“Well,” he smirks as he runs his stubbled cheek along your jaw and whispers lowly, “you screaming ‘oh God Bucky right there, touch me right there’ sort of gave it away.”

You shiver as his mouth slowly nips down your neck, his hand sliding over your stomach.

“Now that you’re awake I wanna find that spot,” he teases. “Slip my fingers into your wet pussy and watch you come undone.”

A moan escapes your lips as his metal fingers begin to rub slow circles over your clothed mound.

“Wanna make you scream my name while you cum all over my fingers.”

“Such a dirty boy,” you whimper, squirming as you intercept his hand before it can dip under the hem of your sleep shorts.

You feel him smile against your neck as he lays his hand over yours. He presses your fingers down hard and begins to maneuver them over your covered clit.

“Why don’t you join me in the shower and I’ll show you just how dirty I can get.”

You grip his hand to still his movements and guide it away from your sensitive spot. “You don’t give up, do you?”

“Never,” he growls as his hand slowly travels up your body. You breathe in sharply as it grazes the underside of your breast. “You’re my mission.”

You swiftly roll over and turn to face him; giving him a warning look as you plant your hand on his chest to stop him from advancing.

“Sorry soldier, I’m not ready to comply just yet.”

Bucky laughs and reaches over to playfully smack your ass before rising from the bed. He stands up with his back to you and slides his shorts down his legs.

“Your loss sweetheart,” he smirks as he tosses them at your head and walks towards the bathroom with a confident strut.

As you pull the shorts away from your face and prepare to unleash a string of obscenities, your gaze lands on his firm, naked ass. Eyes widening, your words are swallowed by a low whimper.

Slamming your head back onto the bed, you grab Bucky’s pillow and cover your face to smother your loud scream of frustration.

The past few days had been sheer agony. It was one thing having to participate in the contest when you thought Bucky didn’t give a damn about you. But now knowing that your feelings for each other ran deep, made everything a lot more complicated.

It also didn’t help that you were both so stubbornly competitive and thought nothing of testing each other’s willpower on a constant basis – despite the fact that each new round of teasing drew you both closer to the brink of elimination. The sexual tension between the two of you was off the charts. What had started out as harmless flirting was threatening to ignite into intense passion with every word, look and touch.

Making matters worse was that the rest of the team had begun to notice the white hot sparks that flew between you and Bucky every time you were in the same room, and they began to use this to their advantage.

Suddenly, you found yourself paired with Bucky to review intel, carry out routine surveillance and even for kitchen duty. The two of you seemed to be ending up in the same place alone too often to be considered a coincidence.

Throw in the fact that the other two Avengers left in the contest had consolidated their matchmaking efforts and you knew it was time to tell Bucky that you both needed to cool it or risk being eliminated ahead of Steve and Nat.

As you get up from Bucky’s bed and begin to straighten the sheets, you take stock of the current situation. No surprise that you, Nat and Bucky were still holding strong – your common training and tactical experiences were firmly rooted in self-discipline. Steve however was the dark horse. You never thought he would have held out so long. Little beads of sweat begin to form on your brow as you move around the bed, mentally listing each of your opponent’s strengths and weaknesses.

“Why is it so hot in here,” you think to yourself as you bite your bottom lip in concern. The last thing you need is to get sick and have your defenses weakened, especially around Bucky. You had discovered quickly over the past few weeks that a clear head was required when dealing with the super soldier – he could instantly make you wet with just one bite of his lip or sweep of his tongue.

Damn, that tongue. You pause from your task to imagine how incredible that tongue would feel sliding between the folds of your pussy.

You’re so deep in thought that you don’t hear Bucky come up behind you. As he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, you close your eyes and lean back to breathe in his scent.

“Bucky, you’re getting me all wet,” you squeal as cold water from his damp hair starts to drip down your neck and chest.

“Can I feel?” he teases. His hands dip into the top of your shorts and slowly start to pull them down.

“Don’t you dare sergeant!” you scold while you hold them in place.

He hums softly and drapes a towel over your shoulder. “Here, use this to dry off.”

You grab the towel and begin to pat down your neck as you turn to face him. “Thanks. Listen Bucky, we need to ta…”

Your sentence is cut short when he pulls you in tight to his body, your hands landing on his wet, muscular pecs. Mouth agape, you stare as drops of water trickle down his sculpted chest and roll over his abs before disappearing into the space where your hips meet.

It’s only when you feel his hardening cock twitch against your core through the thin fabric of your shorts, that you realize he’s completely naked.

“You were saying doll,” he smirks while you close your eyes tight and fumble out of his solid grip.

“Damn it Bucky,” you cry out while swatting him blindly with the towel. Backing up, your knees hit the bed and you suddenly fall seated onto the mattress. Your eyes fly open in surprise and for a split second your gaze lands on Bucky’s thick, long cock. You gulp harshly and quickly bring the towel up to cover your face as Bucky takes a few steps towards you.

Chuckling, he pries the towel from your trembling hands and wraps it low on his waist. Dipping his head, he brings his lips to your ear.

“I can tell by the way you’re blushing that you like what you see.”

“Just so you know sweetheart,” he murmurs softly, grinning as he watches you bite down hard on your bottom lip. “It can get much harder than that.”

The sound of his laughter rings in your ears as you bolt from the room with your fists clenched, cursing him loudly in Russian.

By the time you wash up and head downstairs to join the rest of the team in the common room, you’re still wound tight and unusually hot – patches of sweat staining your flimsy top and shorts. Tony, Steve and Bruce are huddled around a mid-air projection screen while Thor is seated on the couch watching their efforts.

“Why the fuck is it so hot in here?” you whine as you plop yourself down next to Thor.

“The compound’s climate control system has inexplicably gone offline,” mutters Bruce as he scans the code on the screen. “We’re running a diagnostic but we can’t seem to figure out what triggered this malfunction.”

Steve walks over to the bar and pours himself a glass of ice water before hopping up on a stool. “For some reason the heat has kicked in and we can’t seem to over-ride the controls to turn it off.”

“Something in the program is restricting our access.”

“Something or someone,” you grumble as you shoot Tony a suspicious look.

“Now what would I have to gain by sabotaging the temperature in this place,” Tony asks innocently while pretending to be wounded by the accusation. “Although I must say, hot and sweaty is a good look on you sugar.”

“Feel free to disregard the ‘no nudity during the contest’ rule for the time being,” he offers generously.

“Although something or someone tells me that you and Barnes may have already thrown in the towel on that one.”

“Kiss my ass Stark,” you growl in frustration as you try unsuccessfully to block the image of Bucky’s impressive cock from your head.

“Why so grumpy sweet pea,” Tony questions with a tone of mock concern in his voice. “I think someone needs a good…”

“ Fuuuuuck,” interrupts Bucky as he comes swaggering into the room wearing shorts and a tight, white tank top. “What’s with this heat?”

“If I keep sweating like this I’m going to have to take another shower.”

He sets his gaze on you and winks. You narrow your eyes and mouth “fuck off” before turning your attention to Thor who is thumbing through a cook book.

Bucky smiles widely and climbs up on the stool next to Steve’s. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and swipes at the screen.

“Is this text from you?” Bucky asks while handing Steve his phone. Steve takes it and reads the message.

“No, not from me,” he answers, passing it back to Bucky. “I think that’s Sam’s number.”

“What about this one,” Bucky questions as he brings up another text.

“Geez Buck,” scolds Steve. “You really need to set up your contact list so you know who’s sending you these messages.”

“These things are such a waste of time,” Bucky grumbles as he waves his phone around in annoyance. “By the time I figure out all your numbers and how to use the damn thing, we get new ones. Hate these burner phones.”

Steve shakes his head and laughs. “Here, give me your phone,” he coaxes. Bucky hands it over and watches Steve swipe and tap the device.

“OK, I’ve set up my contact info to get you started…woah!”

Bucky looks up to see Steve’s eyes widen at the screen.

“Shit Steve, did you break my phone,” Bucky huffs as he takes the device back. He glances down at a text message Steve has inadvertently opened.

He furrows his brow as he read the words ‘Hi handsome’ under a photo of a woman’s tongue licking a set of plump, cherry red lips.

“What the hell,” Bucky mutters as he types back a response.

Who is this?

He shrugs his shoulders at Steve and hits send.

A few moments pass when his phone starts to chime.

You don’t remember me?

A sad face emoji pops up on the screen attached to another message.

Maybe this will jog your memory

A picture of a woman’s hand caressing the valley between two ample breasts spilling out of a black lace bra flashes onto the screen.

“Hello!” murmurs Steve as he cranes his neck to get a better view of Bucky’s phone.

Bucky’s mouth falls open for a split second before his eyes flit over to where you’re sitting with Thor. He watches as you sweep your hair off your shoulders and arrange it into a messy bun in an attempt to cool off. His blue eyes flicker with desire as he admires your body which is flush with a thin sheen of sweat that glistens on your skin.

Turning his attention back to his phone, Bucky ducks his head in guilt and quickly types out a message.

You have the wrong number

With a swipe of his finger, he deletes the conversation.

“What are you doing?” Steve questions in annoyance. “This may be one of those groupies Stark was talking about.”

“Just trying to stay alive pal,” Bucky answers nervously as he motions his head in your direction. “I’m not interested in any groupies.”

“Man, you are whipped,” Steve laughs.

Before Bucky can respond his phone lights up with a new message. He tentatively taps the screen and lets out a sharp breath as a picture of a cute, round ass appears, clad in a barely-there black lace thong. Peeking out of the waist band over the right cheek is a small tattoo of a red star.

Steve lets out a low whistle while Bucky swallows hard.

Pretty sure I’ve got your number babe. Don’t lie…I know you’re thinking about how much you want to spank my ass while I call you daddy

Bucky vehemently shakes his head from side to side while he taps on his phone.

Sorry, no. All I can think about right now is how sexy my girlfriend looks and how I want to bend her over that couch she’s sitting on

Steve raises his eyebrows in surprise as Bucky hits send. “Whoa Buck, your girlfriend?”

“Well yeah,” Bucky smiles sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I haven’t asked her yet or anything but I want her to be my girl.”

“That’s great buddy,” Steve says approvingly as he places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and grins widely.

They both look down as Bucky’s phone chimes.

Girlfriend? Too bad, is it serious?

Bucky smiles softly as he types his response.

Yes, very

He looks up and notices you blushing as Thor whispers in your ear. Bucky closes his eyes and grits his teeth angrily, trying to steady his composure, when his phone lights up with another message.

Lucky girl. In case it doesn’t work out, I’ll be here waiting

Bucky quietly moans at a picture of a woman’s hand pulling down on a pair of black lace panties while the other hand fingers a garter belt. As his eyes run down the length of her legs to a pair of black high heels and back up to her covered mound, he struggles to keep his cock from twitching.

“FUCK!” exclaims Steve loudly as he grabs the phone from Bucky’s hand. You and Thor look over with puzzled expressions.

Bucky laughs nervously as he jabs Steve hard in the ribs.

“Cat video,” he stammers in explanation.

“That is one pretty pussy,” Steve mumbles under his breath.

You shake your head and turn to continue your conversation with Thor.

Bucky snatches the phone back from Steve and hastily types out a message.

You’ll be waiting around forever then. Do you like blonds? I have a friend

Steve gives Bucky two thumbs up and waits eagerly for a reply. He frowns at the response that appears a minute later on the screen.

Thanks but no…I prefer my men with long, dark hair…ridiculously handsome and aggravatingly cocky…with stubble…stubble is good

Bucky chuckles as he remembers a similar conversation from a few nights back. He’s about to bid his mystery admirer a final goodbye when he freezes.

“What’s wrong Buck,” questions Steve as Bucky squints at the screen and enlarges the photo to get a closer look. He begins to scroll back and forth through the pictures, examining them carefully, until the realization begins to dawn on his face.

“You little tease,” he growls lowly as his head snaps up and his eyes bear down on you. Sensing his stare, you look up in time to see him jump off the stool, his mouth formed into a tight, menacing grin. A mix of fear and excitement overwhelms your senses as you realize you’ve been discovered.

Bucky slowly stalks over to you, the metal plates on his arm whirling with each step. You quickly jump up from the couch while Thor looks on in amusement. Giggling uncontrollably, you run full throttle down the hall to the elevator.

“Shit shit shit shit shit, come on, come on,” you chant frantically as you press the up button, trying to will the elevator doors to open. You let out a sigh of relief when they finally part and you slip in. You jab repeatedly at the button to close the doors and then lean against the wall to catch your breath.

But just as the doors are about to close tight, a metal hand reaches in and pries them open. Your eyes widen as Bucky steps into the elevator car and the doors slide shut behind him.

He smirks as he steps in close and places his hands on either side of your head, effectively pinning you to the wall. “Where do you think you’re going baby girl?”

You swallow nervously as his darkening eyes hungrily scour your body. His metal fingers trail down your jaw line before wrapping around your throat to squeeze it firmly but gently. Your breath leaves your body in a rush.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he murmurs as his other hand grips your waist and turns you so you’re facing the wall.

“Are you going to punish me daddy?” you taunt him breathlessly as his hands pull down on your shorts.

“Is that what my kitten wants,” he teases as his metallic fingers trace over your tattoo. You gasp as his flesh hand comes down on your bare ass with a loud smack.

You let out a raspy moan and start to back into his hand when you feel the elevator jolt to a stop.

“What the fuck,” snarls Bucky as he turns toward the panel and starts to push the buttons.

You’re both startled by the sound of Tony’s voice wafting into the elevator car.

“Hey kids, sorry to interrupt but there’s a small problem with the elevator,” he explains. “We’re working on it.”

“Wow, that’s one sweet ass…tattoo…sweet ass tattoo.”

Bucky quickly backs up to shield your backside from the camera as you pull up your shorts.

“How long before you fix the elevator Stark,” Bucky growls into the intercom.

“Oh, maybe an hour or so,” answers Tony nonchalantly. “Feel free to continue where you left off, you won’t even know I’m here.”

Before Tony can finish his sentence, Bucky delivers a crippling punch to the camera.

“That’s coming out of your paycheck Barnes,” mutters Stark in annoyance.

“Add this to my bill too,” Bucky replies as he rips the intercom speaker from the panel.

You shake your head in disapproval and begin to survey the car for options. Your eyes land on the emergency exit hatch at the top of the elevator. As you examine the hatch, you bring the hem of your top up to wipe some sweat off your face – flashing Bucky in the process.

“Stop fooling around Bucky and come give me a boost please. No way are we staying in this hot tin can for an hour.”

Eyes fixed on the ceiling you steady yourself as Bucky comes up behind you and places his hands on your hips. But instead of lifting you up, he maneuvers you along with his body towards the wall until his back is pressed up against it.

“You’re not going anywhere princess, not done with you yet.”

Holding you tight to his chest, his hands slip under your top and start to move up towards your breasts.

“So fucking sexy,” he whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your body. You lean your head back against his shoulder as his lips ghost over your neck.

“Bucky,” you whimper as his hands gently squeeze your breasts, his thumbs circling your hardening nipples through your bra. “We can’t…we can’t do this.”

“I know doll,” he stammers as he grinds his growing erection into your ass. “I just need to touch you…want you so fucking bad.”

“I want you too babe,” you murmur as you tilt your head to the side to give him more access. You feel your knees buckle at the heat pooling between your legs as he presses his lips to your neck. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”

“Just need to wait a little longer, we’re almost there.”

Bucky sighs loudly and buries his head into the crook of your neck. “You’re making this is so hard.”

You chuckle softly and tuck your hand behind you to stroke his half-hard cock.

“I don’t know about that soldier,” you answer cheekily while glancing coyly at him over your shoulder. “I’m told it can get a lot harder than this.”

Bucky groans and starts to slide down the wall, guiding your body with his until you’re set between his legs.

“I don’t know how much longer I can resist you,” he mutters as he fumbles in his pocket for his phone. He brings up the picture of your backside on the screen and holds it up in front of you as evidence. “Especially if you keep teasing me like this.”

“Hey you started it soldier,” you huff indignantly while playfully slapping his thigh. “You and your little strip show this morning.”

Bucky laughs and starts to fiddle with the settings on his phone.

“Bucky, what are you doing?”

He ignores your question and continues to tap at his phone. Your eyes widen when you catch a glimpse of the screen.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” you warn tersely. “You can’t make my ass your background picture.”

“Too late,” he murmurs as he traces over the curve of your onscreen backside with his finger.

You reach out to grab his phone but he scrabbles to his feet and raises it high above your head. You jump up a few times trying to snatch the device from his hand but he raises it higher with every leap. He tilts his head and grins appreciatively at your futile efforts.

“Damn baby,” he purrs, biting down hard on his bottom lip. “I love watching your tits bounce.”

Narrowing your eyes in annoyance, you line up determinedly to kick the phone from his hand but he anticipates your move and jams the device down the front of his shorts.

You raise your eyebrows and flash a cheeky smile. “Really Bucky, like that’s going to stop me.”

He throws his arms out in invitation as you take a step closer. Your hands are just starting to slide down past the waist band of his shorts when the phone slips out and lands on the floor. You quickly drop down to your knees in front of Bucky to grab it, one hand still tucked inside his shorts, when the doors of the elevator open.

You freeze as Tony and Steve come into view.

“Going down?” Tony smirks as he crosses his arms and leans up against the wall.

You make a face at him as you scramble to your feet and bolt from the elevator clutching Bucky’s phone. Tony leans over to get a better view of your backside as you run down the hall. Bucky starts after you, pausing first to punch Tony hard in the shoulder.

“Stop fucking staring at my girlfriend’s ass,” he threatens in a menacing voice before taking off in hot pursuit.

“I’m sorry, did he just say girlfriend?” Tony asks as he turns to Steve with an incredulous look on his face.

“Yup,” chuckles Steve as they watch Bucky quickly catch up to you. They listen to you curse loudly when Bucky grabs your waist and effortlessly flings you over his shoulder.

Tony stares hard as Bucky’s metal hand moves under your shorts to squeeze your ass before he kicks open the door to the stairwell. Tony mutters in disbelief under his breath.

“That lucky son of a bitch.”

As evening rolls around, you find the team back in the common room, surrounded by portable fans and ice cold beers.

You grab a bottle and sit yourself down in front of the cool stream of one of the fans – as far away from Bucky as you can get.

You had spent most of the afternoon in your bed propped up against Bucky’s chest, sweating in between his legs while he watched you create his contact list – punishment for teasing him with those texts. It would have probably taken you less time had it not been for the distraction of Bucky’s lips on your neck and shoulders, and his hands roaming over your body. Between the heat and his touch, it was enough to drive you mad.

As you take a sip of your beer, you silently agree that some distance from Bucky is in order tonight. You fall back on the couch and close your eyes to enjoy the rush of cold air rolling over your body when Steve calls out.

“Hey gorgeous, come play with me and Bucky.”

Your eyes fly open and glance over in confusion. It takes a few moments to realize that they are setting up for a game of scrabble.

You smile wryly and curse your overheated imagination. “Thanks, but I’m not in the mood tonight Steve.”

“You boys will just have to play with yourselves.”

Steve shakes his head and smiles while Bucky’s eyes flash in amusement as they land on yours.

“What’s the matter sweetheart,” Bucky taunts while he twists the cap from his beer bottle. “Afraid you’re going to lose your shirt to me?”

He brings the bottle to his full lips and takes a long drink. You throat goes dry as his eyes drift over your body.

“Ummm no,” you answer with a roll of your eyes. “It’s just that most men can’t handle it when I whip their ass.”

Bucky raises his eyebrow and leans back in his chair, legs splayed apart.

“I’m not most men darling,” he replies smugly. “You can play rough with me.”

“Fucking hell” you scream silently in your head as your gaze lowers to his crotch. “Don’t let him suck you in…ugh, don’t say suck…and don’t you dare get up from this couch…stay in your Bucky-free zone.”

You’re about to shut him down when you hear Bucky chuckle. Your eyes snap up to catch him giving you his best shit-eating grin. Bastard. You can’t resist.

“Well then,” you smirk. “How can I deny myself the pleasure of bringing the Winter Soldier down to his knees?”

Bucky inhales sharply as you part your legs slightly and raise an eyebrow in challenge.

“Sorry doll,” he says in a husky tone as he coyly looks down at this lap and then back up at your lips. “You’re the one going down tonight.”

“Please Barnes,” you scoff playfully while you rest your beer bottle in between your legs and start to slowly run your fingers over it. “You know it will be me coming on top.”

“I have words you’ve never even heard before ready to roll off my tongue.”

Bucky’s eyes roam up from your lap to your mouth as he licks his lips slowly.

“Mmmm, let’s see what that smart mouth of yours can do sweetheart,” he dares with a sexy grin.

Rising from the couch you head over to the game table where Steve and Bucky are sitting. You come up behind Bucky and place your hands on his broad shoulders.

“I think you’ll find soldier that I have some pretty impressive oral skills,” you purr as your hands move over his chest and abs, gliding down to palm the bulge in his tight jeans. He moans your name softly at your touch.

“Come on you two, play nice,” Steve sighs as he readies the board.

“We’ll behave,” Bucky promises as he stands to pull out your chair. As you move to take your seat, he leans in and whispers. “Unless you want daddy to punish you again baby girl.”

A shiver runs down your spine as he slaps your ass and nips at your shoulder.

“OK, just a few rules,” begins Steve in a firm tone.

“No names allowed or making words already on the board plural. No suffixes, prefixes or abbreviations. No slang words, made up words or acronyms like LOL or OMG.”

“Plus you’ll score 5 extra points if you use your word in a sentence,” he continues as he starts to shake the bag filled with letter tiles.

“And for gosh sakes, watch your language,” jokes Bucky. “Captain America gets a little flustered with the dirty talk.”

“It happens one time,” Steve replies in exasperation as he holds out the bag to you.

“Wow Stevie,” you tease as you draw your letters. “I would have killed you if we had ever made it into bed.”

“You guys are hilarious,” he mumbles as you and Bucky share a knowing look. “Are you finished or is there a second act to this comedy show?”

Bucky pats Steve’s shoulder in apology and you blow him a kiss. Steve jokingly mutters “jerks” under his breath and starts the game.

“Ok, my first word is ‘sit’,” says Steve as he places his tiles on the board.

“We should sit in front of the fans to stay cool.”

“Your turn Buck,” instructs Steve as he jots down his points.

When Bucky doesn’t answer, you look up from reviewing your tiles and notice his glazed eyes focused on your breasts. It only takes a moment to realize that while you’ve been absentmindedly rolling your cold beer bottle over your neck to cool down, Bucky has been watching your nipples harden with each pass.

He’s deep in his thoughts when Steve calls out to him again.

“Bucky?”

Looking slightly disoriented, his eyes shoot up to Steve for a moment, before dropping down to study his tiles. His frown is quickly replaced with a mischievous smile that spreads slowly across his face.

He spells the word ‘get’ on the board before turning to you with a lustful grin.

“I can’t wait to get my mouth on your gorgeous tits.”

You let out an amused gasp while Steve chokes on a mouthful of beer.

“Bucky,” Steve sighs as he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“What?” answers Bucky defensively as he points to your breasts. “Just fucking look at them…they’re awesome.”

“Yes…yes they are,” agrees Steve. “But…”

“But nothing,” interrupts Bucky with a wave of his hand. “My word counts, I used it in a sentence and her tits are spectacular…gimme my points.”

While Steve exhales in exasperation, you cock your eyebrow at Bucky and place the word ‘good’ next to his. You look up at him with a devious smile playing on your lips.

“If you’re a good boy Barnes, I might let you fuck them sometime.”

Bucky growls lowly while Steve’s eyes widen, a pale pink blush creeping up his neck. You arch your back and push your chest out for full effect as both men continue to stare.

“Stevie?” you call out innocently, as your fingers glide up and down over a spot in between your breasts. “I think it’s your turn.”

“My turn?” Steve responds hoarsely, trying to clear his throat. “Oh right, the game.”

You notice his fingers tremble slightly as he arranges his tiles on the board.

“Radio,” he mutters while avoiding eye contact with you. “I like listening to the ballgame on the radio.

You turn to Bucky and watch as his eyes dart from the board to his tiles and then back again. He grins widely and begins to spell out his word.

“Sweet,” he says, his tongue running over his lips as he locks his eyes on yours.

“All I can think about doll is how sweet your pussy is going to taste on my lips.”

You hum softly at the thought and slowly reveal your next word.

“Dirty,” you purr seductively.

“Jesus,” mumbles Steve as he shifts nervously in his seat waiting for your sentence.

“I want to feel that dirty tongue of yours licking my clit.”

Hands dropping to his knees, Steve exhales slowly and bows his head to stare at the floor; the blush on his face becoming a deeper shade of pink.

Bucky eyes flutter closed for a moment before he scrambles to respond.

“Were,” he murmurs as he grins wickedly. “I wish you were cumming all over my mouth.”

Steve snaps his head up in confusion and motions with his hands for Bucky to stop.

“Hold on Buck, I think it’s my turn.”

Steve’s protests are drown out by the sound of your heart beating loud and fast in your chest as you press your tile firmly on the board and fix your eyes on Bucky.

“Wrap” you smirk as you bring your beer bottle up to your mouth. “I want to wrap my lips around your thick, hard cock.”

You wink at him as you slowly lick the rim before taking the bottle into your mouth and downing the liquid in one shot.

“Bad” Bucky groans in response, his excited eyes riveted to yours. “I want you so fucking bad right now.”

You smile teasingly as you place the word ‘ride’ on the board. Bucky bites down hard on his lip.

“I want to ride your cock hard until you shoot your load deep into my pussy.”

Bucky tilts his head and gives you one of his sexy, crooked smiles. He stares straight into your eyes and murmurs “pussy.”

“Wanna stretch that tight little pussy with my big cock.”

You squirm in your seat as the wetness begins to soak through your panties.

“Wet,” you whimper as you position your word. “Thinking about you fucking me is making me dripping wet.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Steve discreetly drop his hands under the table.

Bucky grins wickedly as he lays his letters on the board.

“Hard” he growls. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Oblivious to Steve and the rest of the team that have now turned their attentions from the movie they were watching to your game, you and Bucky continue to throw down tiles and the dirty talk.

“I hate you guys,” mutters Steve as he pushes away from the table and gets up from his seat. Tony, Bruce and Thor snicker quietly as they watch him walk stiffly to the elevator.

“Mmmm Soldier,” you tease as you spell out ‘rough’. “All I can think about is you fucking me fast and rough from behind while you spank my ass.”

Bucky’s breath hitches as his tiles form the word ‘prayer’.

“I’m going to have you screaming my name like a prayer while you cum all over my cock sweetheart.”

You inhale sharply at his words and place your remaining tiles on the board.

“I’m going to be your dirty little slut tonight Bucky.”

Bucky’s darkening eyes bear down on yours with such intensity that you feel like your skin in on fire. The heat between your bodies is electric – firing showers of sparks that threaten to ignite the desire bubbling so close to the surface. You both sit motionless; fighting a silent, internal battle as your willpower threatens to collapse.

Bucky opens his mouth to speak when Natasha walks in and quickly scans the room with a quizzical look.

“Which one of you gave Captain America the raging boner?” she smirks. Fingers quickly point to you and Bucky.

With confused looks, you both turn towards Steve’s seat, not realizing that he had left the room. Bucky turns to Nat with a large grin.

“That would be miss porn star mouth over here.”

You throw a handful of tiles at his chest and huff loudly. “Hey you were talking up a filth storm too Barnes.”

“Nicely done,” praises Natasha as she grabs a beer and sits down next to Bruce. “I passed Rogers on his way to his room about 15 minutes ago and he looked ready to blow his load.”

Bucky chuckles and picks up his phone.

“Well then, this should speed things up,” he murmurs as he taps at the screen.

He’s about to place it back down on the table when the sounds of phones chiming around the room make him freeze in place. His eyes dart to his phone and widen in horror.

As you reach out for your phone to see the incoming message, Bucky quickly snatches it away.

“Bucky, give me back my phone,” you scold. “It sounds like we are getting a mission update.”

Bucky ignores your outstretched hand and jumps to his feet.

“I’ll…I’ll read it to you,” he offers nervously, his face flush with fear.

“Yes Barnes why don’t you give us all an update on this mission,” snickers Tony as he taps his phone in mid-air to bring up the picture of your ass on the projection screen.

“Are you planning to penetrate their defenses starting at the back door?”

Your mouth drops open in shock and you turn to look at Bucky with your eyes blazing.

“Bucky…” you slowly growl as you rise to your feet and grip the table. “Did you send that picture to the entire team?”

“Well not exactly,” Bucky confesses, bracing himself for your reaction. “I sent it to the entire team plus everyone on my contact list.”

Watching the anger rise in your expression, Bucky backs away slowly, his hands held up in defense.

“I’m sorry babe, it was an accident.”

“What the fuck Bucky?!” you scream in disbelief as you start to chase him around the table.

“Sam says hi,” he replies matter-of-factly over his shoulder before slowing down to change directions to avoid your grasp as you move to the right and deke left.

You both begin to slowly circle the table when F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice stops you in your tracks.

“Captain Steve Rogers has achieved climax at 10:18 pm.”

You clasp your hand over your mouth to stifle a gasp of disbelief while the rest of the team bursts into laughter.

As Bucky turns to high five you, he’s greeted by a flurry of hands slapping at his arm.

“Whoa babe, relax,” he coaxes gently while he wraps his arms around yours to pin them to your sides.

“Let me go soldier,” you demand, struggling to break free from his steely grip. “So I can shove that phone up your ass.”

‘Mmmm, my kinky little girl,” he murmurs as he pulls you in closer to his body. “You’re going to be a handful in bed tonight aren’t you?”

His hands move down into your shorts, squeezing and kneading your ass as he spreads your cheeks.

“So what do I get to put in yours,” he smirks as his metal finger presses against your tight hole.

Bucky chuckles in amusement as you struggle to swallow a moan rising from your throat.

“Dream on Bucky,” you scoff shakily as you try to regain your composure. “You’re not getting anywhere near my ass tonight.”

“Awww come on sweetheart, don’t be like that,” he pouts as he caresses your backside. ”Need to give this sweet booty a little treat tonight.”

“Had I known it had the power to defeat Captain America, I would have called in this asset a long time ago.”

You groan loudly at his bad joke and roll your eyes. Looking at you innocently through his lashes, Bucky leans in and cocks his head; attempting to soothe your anger with a playful smile.

“Ugh, that’s not going work this time Barnes,” you grumble as your hands move up to his chest to push him away.

Bucky lets out a deep breath while you turn your back to him to avoid his persuasive eyes. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back tight against his chest. His chin on your shoulder, he starts to sway your body from side to side.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” he pleads softly, his lips pressing against the pink flush of your cheek.

You lean your head back on his chest and sigh. “There’s nothing you can do Bucky.”

“How am I going to look Steve in the eye tomorrow?”

Bucky dips his head to make eye contact and raises his eyebrows.

“Doll, I don’t think your eyes are what he’s going to be looking at when he sees you again. And I don’t blame him.”

You laugh softly and shake your head as he gives your ass a soft squeeze - silently cursing yourself for giving into his charm.

Brow furrowed, Bucky gazes at the scrabble board, deep in thought. After a few moments, you feel his back suddenly straighten as an idea takes shape in his head.

“I think I know how I can make this up to you babe,” his says coyly as he guides you to the game table.

You look down in confusion as Bucky reaches over you to the tiles scattered on the table and begins to arrange them on the board.

A smirk begins to form on your lips as you watch the words take shape. You respond to Bucky’s hopeful, apologetic gaze with a nod of approval.

Smiling, he takes your hand and leads you towards the elevator.

A half hour later, still gathered in the common room, Tony, Bruce, Nat and Thor hear their phones start chiming simultaneously. Tony creases his brow and transmits the incoming message from your phone onto a projection screen. A collective groan rises up from the men as Bucky’s naked ass comes into view.

“That’s it,” snaps Tony. “I’m confiscating their phones in the morning.”

A small smile tugging at the edges of her mouth, Natasha cocks an eyebrow and mutters appreciatively under her breath.

“That lucky bitch.”

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p.s. I actually plotted the words on a scrabble board to make sure the game was legit…yes, I’m aware that I need help lol

Pure (Lucifer x underage!reader)

Request: Hey you! Could you please do a smut fic with Lucifer where the reader is a virgin (but has experimented with toys and stuff so no real pain or hymen involved) and it gets Lucifer all the more turned on because no “hairless ape” has defiled her - she is all pure and she’s his? combined with a request of Lucifer x underage!reader
Word count: 1156
Warnings: Smut, UNDERAGE!READER, virgin!reader, unprotected sex

Originally posted by lucifersagents

“You’re telling you’ve never had sex?” Lucifer asked and rested his chin on his hand. His eyes were slightly widened and his pupils dilated.

“I’m seventeen, it’s not that weird. Plus I live with Sam and Dean. They’re very… protective,” you explained, and Lucifer chuckled.
“Those disgusting apes. But I like it.”
“Like what?”
“You’re innocent. Pure. You haven’t been defiled by some human man, some hairless ape.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say pure… I’ve experimented.”

Lucifer raised his eyebrows.
“Tell me more,” he demanded.
“You know… toys, fingers, porn…” You blushed a little.
“What toys?”
“I have a… a rabbit. It’s like a vibrating dildo with a clit stimulator too.”
“That sounds nice. You have to show me.”
“Show you?”
“Yes. You do know what those words mean, right?”
“Y-yes, I just… you don’t think of me as a hairless ape too?” You furrowed your eyebrows and Lucifer shook his head.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 27: Leaving For Texas

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1250 Words

Story Summary:  You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“You can stay in the car. I’ll head on up, pack a bag for both you and me, and be back down before you know it.” Jensen suggested as Cliff parked in front of your apartment complex. You hadn’t been here since that horrific night, and you looked towards the door with mixed feelings. You wanted to take Jensen up on his offer, staying away from the scene of the crime for as long as possible. But another part of you needed to get it over with, to see the damage that had been inflicted and to move on.

“No, I’ll come up. Besides, you don’t know where I keep everything.” You said, sliding off of the leather seat and standing while waiting for him to join you. You were already feel much stronger, back to your normal self, with just some soreness. Nothing that you couldn’t handle.

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Until It’s Gone - Ch.7

Overview: Both brothers had loved and lost her. One night, Sam gets a phone call that changes everything.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, bar fight

Word Count: 1,973

A/N: This is the seventh chapter in my newest ongoing series. As always, thank you @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for affirming me in my writing. You both mean the world to me. Feedback is always loved and appreciated!

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Then: 

“Look man,” the guy started, “I’m not sure who you are, but if I want to talk to Y/N I have every right to –”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Dean’s fist connecting with his jaw knocked the words right out of his mouth and simultaneously ignited a wild pandemonium that quickly spread throughout the entire bar.

Now:

Before you could process what was happening, Sam had lifted you up and over the bar top. “Stay down,” he said, noticing the fire growing in your eyes, “Please.” Then he turned to grab one of three guys who were unsuccessfully trying to hold Dean down. The shattering of a beer bottle joined the yells and screams resounding throughout the bar.

Your earlier state of shock was quickly replaced with a growing anger. You stood just as a beer bottle whizzed towards you, and you had to sharply dodge to the left to avoid the shattering glass as it struck the wall. A few droplets of liquid hit your face, and you quickly wiped them off while surveying the chaos around you.

The bartender had joined in the efforts to break up the fight while several other slightly drunken men decided to wander over and swing a few punches of their own. You watched with satisfaction as Sam’s fist firmly connected with one of their jaws; the guy crumbled to the ground like paper. Your blonde haired nightmare was wiping blood from his nose and watching Dean as he broke free from a burly man’s grip and effectively knocked him to the ground with a solid, forward kick to the gut. Dean turned to his main target then, calm and poised as he advanced.

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Freaks Forever (FilthyFrank. aka Joji Miller X Reader)

Here it is, smut smut smut. I tried to include as many requests in this as I could as well as trying to make it a quality fic. I hope you guys like it.

Joji is in a shitty mood. 

(Requests are open)

You pulled the blanket tighter around you, sighing. Your eyes flashed over to the clock on the wall and then back to the T.V. Joji should have been home more than an hour ago, and you were a little upset. He’d promised you that he’d be home to watch your show and it was long since over. You reached for your phone, about to text him for the hundredth time when the door opened with a bang. You looked over the back of the couch, surprised. “Joji?”

Nothing. He just slammed the door shut. You climbed off the couch and walked to where he was taking off his jacket. “Babe? What happened? You missed our show.” He muttered an apology and made his way into the kitchen, digging around in the cupboard you kept your harder liquor in. “Joji, can you please look at me?”

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one punch - tom holland imagine #7

notes : a night out with harry and tom ends up with one punch. 

warnings : swearing, YET AGAIN CHEESY DIALOGUE IM SORRY


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The pub was dimly lit as people chattered, the sound of glasses clinking together and laughter filled the joyful air. It was about 10 at night but everyone was still fully awake, especially Harry. He downed his third pint of beer and let out a impolite burp, causing you and Tom to chuckle at his actions.

“I’m going to need three more of these,” Harry slurred, kissing the tall glass.

Rolling your eyes, you reached over towards him and pulled the cup away from him.

“Frankly, I think you’ve had enough,” you laughed, finishing the last bit of your own drink.

Tom removed the arm that slung around your shoulders and did the same, before pecking you on the cheek.

“We should go home, Harry’s wasted,” he announced, already picking up his phone and wallet.

Nodding, you went to stuff all your things into your purse before getting up. Both you and Tom helped Harry out of his seat. By now, he was already mumbling jokes to himself. He would snort and wheeze at each punchline and pat himself on the arm.

Harry was out of it.

Although you found it all pretty amusing, you knew you had to get Harry home before he passed out.

As Tom went to grab their coats off the coat hangers, you stood with Harry at the entrance of the pub with Harry leaning against the wall, giggling at his own jokes yet again.

You kept an eye on Harry as you rummaged through your purse, trying to find Tom’s car keys.

When you finally fished it out of your bag, you heard a loud, low whistle sound from behind you. Spinning around, you caught the stare of a man.

He was eyeing you hungrily, licking his dry, cracked lips. You narrowed your eyes at the man.

“Oi, you should smile more,” the man started, his voice already sending chills down your spine.

You maintained the frown on your face, “no thanks, old man.”

“Oh come on, love,” the man staggered over towards you, making you back up, “have a little fun, will ya?”

“Fuck off,” you angrily stated, trying to remove his hand which was now gripping your arm.

By this time, Harry was aware of what was going on, but couldn’t process the situation. He was drunk, of course. And it was getting a little too hard to focus when all he could think of was the Indiana Jones theme song repeating over and over in his head.

“Come on, you and me back to my house, eh?” You could already smell the alcohol on his breath. Cringing, you continued to struggle underneath his hands.

Tom was now walking back to the entrance, with a skip to his step. He was excited to be going home. After weeks of not seeing you, he was finally able to spend some quality time with the love of his life. He had it all planned in his head.

The two of you were going to spend the night watching movies on Netflix, cuddling in bed underneath a huge soft duvet. Now that Tom had moved out of his family home, he was able to get some private time with you to do certain adult things. He had missed you, literally everything about you and he couldn’t wait for tonight.

However, his bright smile was quickly wiped off his face when he saw the scene in front of him. There you were, under the clutches of some drunk old guy trying to pull you somewhere.

His hand formed into fists and his jaw clenched. Whoever this guy was, Tom didn’t care. He was trying to hurt you. And Tom would not have that.

“Hey!” Tom firmly shouted, already storming across the bar. Tom’s yell had attracted the attention of not only the drunk man, but the other people at the pub too.

“Fuck off my girlfr -”

Tom didn’t even get to finish his sentence when he was taken aback. In a moment of distraction, you saw it as a perfect opportunity to strike. Reaching backwards, you balled your right hand into a fist and smashed it square on the man’s nose.

The man yelped, falling backwards slightly as he lost his balance. You recalled what Tom had taught you and placed your fists in front of your face, before reaching out and delivering another punch with your dominant hand.

He pressed a hand to his face, shouting obscenities at you. Stumbling up, he glanced at you, then Tom, then at you again. In a second, he was out of the door.

“Fucking prick!” you shouted, throwing up the middle finger as he ran away.

Harry was now celebrating, yelling ‘what the fuck!” at the top of his lungs. He placed both of his hands against his cheeks and laughed hysterically.

“Tom!” he cried out loud, “your girlfriend’s a fucking badass!”

You fixed your clothes, trying to avoid the gaze of everyone at the pub. Tom sensed your uncomfort and sighed, leading the both of you out of the place. He kept his hand on Harry’s shoulder, who was yelling and shouting about how ‘Y/N rekted him!”

Pushing Harry gently into the car, Tom let you climb into the passenger seat as he shut the back door and slid to the driver’s seat.

“You alright? Did he hurt you?” Tom asked, pausing to look at you.

You smiled reassuringly, “I’m fine. He was more hurt than me, babe.”

Tom breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, a small smile forming on his face.

“You truly surprise me everyday.”

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It was absolute chaos when the three of you reached the Holland household. Nikki was helping Paddy with his school uniform when her son came staggering into the house, with his body supported by his older brother.

As they walked in, Harry’s first words were, “Y/N is a fucking badass, don’t mess with her or she’ll ruin you with one damn punch.”

Paddy laughed, clearly amused by what was going on. He bounded over to you and asked you repeatedly what happened. You couldn’t help but grin at Paddy’s excitement.

He always liked you, even mentioning that he would love to have you at their home forever. So it wasn’t a surprise that Paddy was getting so excited.

“Alright, Paddy, I’m sure Y/N is very tired and wants to rest. You can ask her about it tomorrow,” Nikki ordered, “up to bed, young man.”

Paddy groaned but did as he was told anyways, sadly walking up the stairs to his room after giving you a bear hug.

“C’mon, Y/N, let’s help Harry get to bed,” Tom said, earning a nod from you. The two of you helped the drunk boy up the stairs, with much difficulty.

You helped Tom open the door for Harry. He helped his brother into the room, where Harry flopped face side down onto the bed. You helped Tom remove Harry’s boots of his feet as Harry began to ramble on about Indiana Jones, talking about how there was a snake in his boot. You and Tom shared a look, trying not to laugh too hard.

You went to help remove Harry’s jacket as you flipped him over, which only made him groan. Pulling down the zipper of his jacket, Harry gasped loudly and held your wrist stopping you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, confusion laced with his tone.

“Uh, I’m taking your jacket off?”

“No, you can’t,” he shook his head slowly, “you’re dating my brother. You can’t cheat on him with me. I won’t let you.”

You blushed, smacking your forehead with the palm of your hand.

“I mean, you are very beautiful and honestly, if you were single, I wouldn’t mind but -”

“Oh my God, Harry, I’m right here!” Tom laughed, “she’s not trying to get into your pants, jeez.”

Harry stared at Tom before realisation hit him, making Harry go all ‘Ohhhh!’. Rolling over in his bed, he managed two more sentences out.

“I love the two of you. Nighty night.”

With that, Harry was out like a light. His soft snores began to fill the room as you and Tom softly laughed. Tom glanced down at you, a big smile forming on his face.

“What?” you whispered, holding his hand while leading the two of you out of Harry’s room. Tom shushed you as he brought you over to his old room, opening and locking the door.

The first thing he did after he closed the door was to gently kiss your lips, which tasted like beer. You hummed happily, wrapping your arms around his neck as your hands played with the curls on his head. His fingers dug into your waist and he pulled away, resting his forehead on top of yours.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have gone to the pub tonight,” Tom said softly, staring at your left arm.

You shrugged, “we shouldn’t have done a lot of things. I’m okay, Tom. You taught me how to punch and I was gonna use that to my advantage.”

“I don’t want anything like that to ever happen to you again. I was so scared,” he admitted, holding both of your hands.

“And it won’t,” you promised, “I can take care of myself.”

Tom gave in, nodding his head. He enveloped you in a quick bear hug before flopping down onto the bed. You did the same, making sure to cuddle yourself into his larger figure.

“Harry’s right.”

You hummed, urging him to continue.

“You are such a badass girlfriend. I love you,” Tom said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Smacking him on the chest, you lovingly gazed at him.

“Love you too, you div.”


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anonymous asked:

Today our AP guy stopped this guy from buying like 30 copies of Rogue One. It was super obvious he was trying to resell them, and he informed our AP guy that he would be "Taking his business to WalMart". Like…okay? Good luck dude, that was an exclusive release to our chain that you were trying to buy! Shithead.

I fucking HATE resellers. Ruiners of birthdays. Ruiners of Christmas. I WILL RUIN YOUR FACE RESELLERS! Thank fuck your AP told him off. *continues to mumble obscenities about resellers* -Abby

Imagine being in a relationship with Jamie

(A/N: This one is a bit longer than usual but I hope you enjoy this extra dose of Jamie! Hope you enjoy!)  

Imagine being in a relationship with Jamie

“Hey babe,” You heard Jamie’s voice say from behind you before you felt a hand rubbing your side, “How are you feeling?”

You let out an inaudible groan as you moved your head to look back at him so that you could actually see him and not have you voice muffled by the obscene amount of pillows that your face was buried in.

“I’ll take that as a not very good,” He chuckled, before repositioning himself, so he was lying next to your sprawled mess of a body.

“I hate being sick, hotstuff,” You whined sickly, coughing for good measure and reaching up to grab his face, “I can’t do anything, I feel awful and I can’t even remember what day it is,”

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Wings / Paws

This one is dedicated to the lovely @criminallyyoursdrreid who came up with the idea of adding a little friend to the mix.


In which Spencer Reid finds yet another unexpected friend


Spencer could feel a light pressure on his chest, something so gentle that he was almost sure he was still dreaming. His eyes remained shut as his tired mind coaxed him back to sleep, the dark abyss seeming warmer than ever. He’d almost fallen back into sleep’s embrace had it not been for a feeling of something soft brushing across his cheek.

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Frat Boy (Part 17)

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Summary: Dean and reader have the frat to themselves and decide to have some fun…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

Tags: @dancingalone21 @daydreamingintheimpala @pulgapelayo18@perpetualabsurdity  @jessiedangerous @charliebradbury1104 @squirels-angels-and-moose @imma-fcking–nerd@mint-and-pastel-pink @everyday-supernatural-af @dracsgirl @feelmyroarrrr @marcar44 @drugpug @nerdygirlwithacrush @youwerelikeadream @supernatural-fan-123 @mortallymagicalobject @moonstar86 @babywashingthot @peaceloveancolor @smoothdogsgirl @anokhi07 @stilinski15 @kristaparadowski @gurlwitafro @darkx143 @tom-is-in-my-tardis @tanithlowisabamf

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: This part got way smuttier than expected…


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anonymous asked:

"i always see you in the library and i think you’re really cute so i leave you little post it notes on your work whenever you go and get a book just to see you blush" with akaashi, yamaguchi?

so the thing is. i actually wrote and finished this ask like a month ago. but i didn’t write it according to the request (again) so i had to rewrite everything lol

aaaaaahhhhh i hope this is to your liking, anon person! :D

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- admin may


AKAASHI

He didn’t know what he was expecting when he returned to his seat in the library, new reference books in hand. Really, though. With the way things had been going whenever he went to the library, he should’ve expected that another one would be on his desk when he returned.

There, on top of his laptop keyboard, was a neon green post-it note with the words, Cheering for you and the completion of your thesis! You can do it!

Akaashi smiled, flattered, but at the same time a little jittered. Did this person send post-it notes to other people, or were the notes something exclusively reserved for him? Akaashi was pretty sure that person was using these color post-its as well. Would it be wise to seek them out? Because he figured it would be more progressive if they would just talk face to face.

He picked up the note and walked around the third floor of the library, figuring that, whoever it was, they would be considerably close to where he sat since he hadn’t been gone that long when he got the book.

But after he circled the whole first floor and still hadn’t found the sender of the five post-it notes, he realized that maybe they were sitting by the stacks. That wasn’t usually allowed, but the library was full in light of midterm season, and the security guards were less strict on the library rules.

Akaashi strolled through the stacks, eyes focused on finding blinding green papers until—

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"Let me help you relax, I’m really good with my fingers.” With Chris Brookes

When Chris took off his shirt to throw it in the laundry off of the kitchen, you were sure your face did an impeccable impression of a tomato. You were quick to turn away and if it had been any other night, you would have scurried from the room while Lykos laughed.

You’d been living with CCK in an overly large downtown flat for well over six months and your attraction to the lanky Chris Brookes was immediate and hit you like a freight train. It was painfully obvious to everyone but Chris and Lykos and Banks took every opportunity to tease you about it. 

Tonight was different. 

Chris had lost the title match against Sabre and it was clear that the combination of bodily pain and disappointment were making him upset. He didn’t say a word to either you or Lykos before stomping to his bedroom and closing the door. Lykos turned to you and opened his mouth but was cut off by a shouted, “Shut up Lykos!”

He chuckled at the table, taking a sip of his tea before speaking. 

“Go. He’ll talk to you.”

You made a confused noise at the back of your throat and Lykos shook his head. 

“God you’re both thick. Just go talk to him.”

It was with a confused and furrowed brow that you knocked on his door. 

“Hey Chris, it’s me. Can I come in?”

There was a distinct lack of being told to fuck off and thrown objects at the door, so you took it as a sign to enter. What you saw as soon as you opened the door tugged at your heart strings. Chris was sitting at the edge of the bed, head slumped, and his fingers massaging at his shoulder.

He stayed silent as you moved to sit next to him and leaned heavily into you when you pulled him into a hug. You could feel the tenseness in what felt like every muscle and you could see that he was still kneading at the muscles in his shoulder.

“Did you want me to help with that?”

Chris looked up, his face drawn and confused. 

“Let me help you relax, I’m really good with my fingers.”

You wiggled your fingers at him and he chuckled, clearly catching onto your offer of a back massage.He extricated himself from your embrace and lay face down on his bed, bunching a pillow up underneath his head. The gravity of what you just offered struck you then and your heart skipped a beat. 

With a gulp, you moved to straddle his hips and set to work, pressing and kneading at the knots in his back. You were happy that Chris was faced away from you because as you were working at loosening a knotted muscle between his shoulder blades, he let out this obscene and loud moan that made your face burn and liquid rush to your core. 

As time progressed and you kept massaging the sore and tense muscles in his back, you realized that he was arching backwards into your touch and the subtle rolling of his hips into the mattress. He was just as affected by your touch as you were by him underneath you. 

“Chris, are you okay still? I can stop.”

In a flash, Chris had rolled onto his back and he’d anchored you to him with two hands tightly gripping your hips. You could feel your pulse quicken at his touch and the feel of the long, hard ridge digging into your rear.

“Don’t you dare.”