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[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Butt Hunted.

-> Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

-> Request: This is a repost from my old account

-> Synopsis: Not even Reader is safe from her boyfriend's butt hunting ways.

-> Warnings: Butt slapping/gropping.

-> Word Count: 317

-> Requests: Closed. I will make a post when they are open again.

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Y/N is minding her own business, getting the housework done with her earbuds in and Stray Kid’s new album playing loudly in her ears. Bending over to pick up the throw blanket off the floor, she feels something hard collide with her butt.   

She yelps in pain and shock, feeling the sting of the slap. Twisting around, she pulls her earbuds from her ears and finds the culprit standing there with a huge grin on his face, looking very proud of himself. She should have known it would be her boyfriend. Lee Minho is after all known as a butt hunter.   

"Did you just slap my butt?" A part of her is annoyed but it being Minho, she expected it. He takes every opportunity that's given to him to slap someone’s butt. If it isn’t one of the guys, it’s hers.   

“Warn me next time you do that,” she scolds him with no real anger in her voice.    

“I’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes with a smirk on his lips, one of his hands moving behind her as he rubs the spot he slapped.   

“No, you’re not,” she says knowing how her boyfriend is.    

“No, I’m not,” he continues to smirk. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he gently gropes her butt before patting it and letting her go.  

“When did you get here?” she asks, moving on from incident now that her butt cheek is no longer stinging. 

“A few minutes ago,” he tells her. “I did knock but you weren’t answering so I used my key.”   

“Sorry, I had my music turned up,” she says holding up her earbuds to show him. “I was listening to the new album. It’s so good. You guys killed it again. I'm so proud of you all.” she compliments him as her hands cup his face and bring him in for another kiss.   

His face flushes red. “Thank you, Jagi.” 

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Bake the Cake

Summary: A sweet surprise for Bucky turns into a disaster only he can fix.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 945

Warnings: messes are made, fluff, a few tears, a little bit of panic, Bucky is definitely out of character in this so bear with me.

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve posted in almost 6 months and I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty proud of myself. For those of you that have asked if I’m going to update my series, there’s a large possibility that I may in the future. I’m just starting to dip my toes into this stuff again so it’s going to take a while but I still appreciate for patience. I’m a bit rusty but I hope you enjoy! I also couldn’t find an appropriate gif.

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4 missed calls, 2 voicemails, and 5 unanswered texts. 

He hasn’t heard from you since the previous night and he’s worried. It’s not like you to not answer, and it’s definitely not like you at all to at least tell him you won’t be free that day. 

Of course, his mind goes to the worst possible scenario. Bucky would beat the hell out of himself if you got hurt - or worse - but he tries not to think about it. You’re probably fine and just having a day to yourself but he can’t help but check his phone every seven minutes with his anxiety nagging at him in the back of his head. But it’s almost four in the afternoon and you haven’t even looked at his messages. 

Finally, he loses the battle. He’s throwing on his jacket and locking his apartment door behind him before he can think twice about his decision. 

~

Your door is unlocked when he gets there, and he can feel his heart race through the flesh of his hand as he turns the knob. Bucky’s tried to remind you multiple times to lock it when you’re home alone after the creepy old guy next door got evicted but you forget almost everything so he’s not surprised. 

When the door clicks shut behind him, it’s quiet inside. Everything looks like it did when he was here the night before, except there’s no you. And then he smells it - multiple smells, something sweet and something...burnt? It’s something familiar, so familiar he can almost taste it. 

“Y/n?”

No response. 

He takes a few light steps into your living room and takes a peek through the doorway of your kitchen. Finally, he’s able to release a sigh of relief. Nothing’s broken, there’s no mess like he’d think he would find. It’s just you, sitting on the kitchen floor with your head in your hands….covered in flour. Everywhere.

Then he notices the real mess. It’s not just you; it’s the whole kitchen. Sticks beyond sticks of butter, flour, sugar, and a few dozen eggs litter every inch of countertop he can see - there’s some on the floor, too. And there’s enough both burnt and raw dessert in the trash to feed Steve and himself four times over.

“Y/n?” 

Bucky’s voice is more hesitant this time as his boots thump quietly on the tile of the kitchen. You mumble into your hands and his eyebrows furrow on his forehead. “Are you okay?”

There’s a sniffle, then you look up to him in his crouched position in front of you with puffy eyes. “I just wanted to do something special.”

“Special?” Yeah, he’s confused, but he goes along with it.

“You weren’t supposed to know or even be here. And was gonna bring it over to your place and we were gonna eat it together and-” 

Bucky’s heart breaks when he sees more tears spring to your eyes. More flour gets smudged onto your cheek when you attempt to stop the tears from falling. He knows when you’re truly upset about something; you get so infested, so passionate about something and when it doesn’t work out all hell breaks loose. 

He sighs through his nose and reaches to wipe his thumb across your cheek, taking some of the mess with it. “Well,” he starts, a sympathetic smile on his lips, “I’m sorry I ruined the surprise. I just haven’t heard from you since yesterday and got worried, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you sniffle, dropping your hands in your lap and looking around at your mess, disgusted with the aftermath of your first attempt at baking. 

With a huff, Bucky lowers himself to the floor beside you, resting his arms on his knees. “What were you trying to make, anyway?”

Suddenly, you’re sheepish. You duck your head and wipe your nose with the back of your hand, shrugging your shoulders in that cute way you do when you’re embarrassed. Bucky watches and waits for a moment with an amused smile as the gears turn in your head. With another sniffle, you tilt your head up to him. “It was supposed to be gooey butter cake…”

He pauses, his smile falters, and it clicks. Gooey butter cake...he used to make it with his Ma and little sister all the time before he was shipped off to war. The memory of a messy kitchen and laughter and smiles - it puts a bittersweet sting in the back of his throat. Bucky can’t help his grin, now.

“Do you want help?”

Are you offended? You look like it. “It was supposed to be a surprise, Bucky. You don’t make your own surprises.”

“Please?” he asks, a hopeful gleam in his eye. “I haven’t had gooey butter cake in decades.”

You debate his help for a moment. Do you try to redeem yourself by going for another attempt by yourself? It’ll probably end up being part of the mess that’s already in the garbage can if you do. With a sigh through your nose, you nod and sniffle one last time.

Bucky jumps to his feet with child-like excitement and pulls you up with him. But he pauses for a moment and eyes of the mess of the kitchen, the disaster that was an attempt at doing something for him. He turns back to you, his heart full, and places a featherlight, lingering kiss on your forehead. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles into your skin. And he means it.

With help, a sweet treat finally gets made. It’s not like Ma’s, but he’ll swear on his grave that it’s the best damn 21st-century gooey butter cake he’s ever had. 

~

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[the-blind-assassin-12]

Hi so I just started following you but I saw you might be posting for oberyn soon and I was gonna ask if I could be tagged if/when you do 🥺💙

Hi!! Hope you’re having a good night!

And... i will actually be posting my first attempt at Oberyn tomorrow afternoon so 1)perfect timing and 2) yes I will 110% tag you and I’m THRILLED that you’re looking forward to it!! Thank you for asking!!

My plans for Oberyn are to write a handful of one-shots all under the main title of : The Viper & the Wild Thing. The first one is subtitled- The Cold Offends Me and I’m both extremely nervous and excited to share it!! Fair warning/promise- it’s going to get very zesty. But I mean... he likes things a certain way.

Thanks again for dropping by!! I hope you enjoy what I’ve been working on!

[buckybarnesj]

I saw your tag on your post about Pedro barking??? Like??? 😂 he does what now?? I need to see this

im 1000% sure i've seen it on tumblr too but cannot find the post for the life of me

BUT i have the tiktok of the same, so you can enjoy (??) it still

btw i'll never be over this and watched it a thousand times 😅😅

[naamahdarling]

Are you okay? 🥺💙

I think so, mostly, yeah, thank you. I was able to do some creative work today and feel a little more human than I did earlier this week.  Been pretty rough lately, hoping that’s mostly past by now.

[wkemeup]

Wait you have a new series coming out? 😃

Relatively soon! I’ll work on getting the master list page out within the next few weeks :) 

[frankiemorales]

Are you really gonna do lockscreens and homescreens 🥺 bc omg if you do I'd love for you to make me some 💙

YES OF COURSE SEND ME A MESSAGE BABES✨

[max--phillips]

I think it's that Bubble movie

Probably!!! Bc yeah the more I think abt it like, it’s way too early for the next wcbh to be doing anything and it’s highly unlike RR to film. Not in Austin? For those movies? Dkgjdbdbjwsb

[aescapisms]

Listen 'the devil you know' is pulling at my heart strings 🥺🥺🥺

it goes tug tug ? :----)

the devil you know ➳ Pissing people off is easy, pissing the actual Devil is a talent only you have.

[moonstruckbucky]

Hey. I love you. You're amazing and talented and I'm glad you exist. I hope you're having a good day. 💙

I might actually cry. This fandom is nuts but the good, positive, supportive messages I get outnumber the shitty ones 1,000 to 1. So thank you.

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Forgetting Something?

-> Pairing: Changbin x Reader

-> Request: This is a repost from my old account

-> Synopsis: Reader pretends to forget a vital part of her and Changbin's routine when they part ways.

-> Warnings: Kiss denial. Kisses. Pouting.

-> Word Count: 258

-> Requests: Closed. I will make a post when they are open again.

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“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Changbin asks Y/N as she's about to leave. She’d bought him and the rest of the guys some food and drinks during their dance practice break.    

She looks around the room as she pretends as though she is trying to remember what she could have forgotten. “I have my coat, my bag,” she lists and starts going through her bag. “My wallet, keys and phone are all in here," she looks up at him finding him pouting. "I don’t think I’ve forgotten anything." 

His pout turns into an unimpressed look, the disappointment evident in his deep brown eyes. She knows exactly want he wants. Her boyfriend is highly affectionate and they always part way with a kiss. She sometimes likes messing with him by pretending to forget. He does it too. Just like this morning when he went to leave.  

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes, her arms going around his waist, and resting on his well-defined back. “How about a kiss before I go?” she puckers her lips, eyes closed waiting for the pressure of his lips against hers.   

“I don’t think you deserve one,” he says when the feeling never comes.   

Pulling back, she pretends to look offended. “Ouch.”   

“Now you know how it feels,” he says smugly.  

“You did it to me this morning,” she defends herself.  

He's about to retort when Minho calls out to him, telling him to hurry up. “Saranghae,” he says instead, placing a quick kiss to her lips and rejoins the guys.  

Smiling, she leaves the practice room. 

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Doppelganger (ft. Sebastian Stan)

Summary: Bucky Barnes doesn’t get jealous, but this is the one exception.

Word count: 748

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of sexy times, bad words, light angst, grumpy Bucky, jealous Bucky.

A/N: I got sudden inspiration and wrote this in under an hour. It’s based on what was said in Endgame about Hottub Time Machine (technically Seb exists in their world because of that reference). I couldn’t find a gif or photo but if you have one that fits this then let me know! I’d love to add one. 

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Bucky Barnes doesn’t get jealous, but this is the one exception. 

There was a kidnapping. It’s not something that the Avengers normally take care of but Fury insisted. Bucky didn’t know why until he got there and beat the shit out of some bad guys. He’s seen some weird things so it didn’t phase him much, but it’s still weird. It was like looking in a mirror. The other guy was just as surprised as he was.

You, on the other hand, are a little too excited for his liking. Yes, he loves to see you happy and giddy and jumping for joy. But he only likes it when it’s him that makes you happy. Not this guy that looks exactly like him with the same blue eyes, same short hair, and the same voice, the one that he uses to whisper dirty words in your ear when you’re in his bed at night. 

This is all part of a Witness Protection Program, and Bucky wonders just why the hell they signed him up for this.

“So...you’re Bucky?”

“Yup.”

His doppelganger nods nervously - Sebastian is his name - and looks around the small room they’re in, anywhere but at Bucky. Bucky’s been staring unblinkingly at him for the past hour, his eyes pure ice with his arms crossed on his chest, his gunmetal-colored left arm in full view. 

“I, uh,” Sebastian awkwardly scratches his neck, staring at the floor by Bucky’s boots. “I just want to thank you for saving me-”

He’s interrupted by Bucky jumping from his seat, his chair scraping across the floor until its legs bump his ankles. Bucky straddles it backward and rests his arms on the backrest. 

“Listen, buddy. I don’t like you.” Bucky fixes him with a scowl and a knife-life stare that makes Sebastian straighten in his chair. “I don’t like you, but my girl does. And that’s a problem, considering that you’re me and I’m you. You seem like a nice guy, but if I see you even look her way you won’t have eyes to look with.”

“I don’t-”

“Did I say you could talk?”

“Bucky, take it easy on him. He did just have a gun to his head.”

Bucky huffs when your voice echoes into the room. Your hand squeezes his shoulder when you stand beside him, but he doesn’t look at you. He’s too busy scaring the piss out of his twin. He’d puff his chest in pride but now, he decides, isn’t the time.

“Sorry about him,” you smile at Sebastian, a pink tint to your cheeks. God, he’s cute. You’ve had a crush on him since your teen years, but you’re doing your best to contain your excitement for Bucky’s sake. “He gets jealous easy.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Sure you aren’t, big guy. Anyway,” Sebastian looks to you when you nod towards the door. “Steve’ll take you to where you’ll be staying.”

Bucky rolls his eyes so hard it hurts. He’s staying. Of course, he’s staying. That’s what WPP is all about; protecting witnesses until the shitstorm blows over. It’s annoying as all hell.

Once his offending look-a-like is gone, Bucky turns in his chair and fixes you with an annoyed glare. “I don’t like him.”

You grin and drag your fingers through his short hair, lowering yourself to straddle his lap. “I know, but you scared him.”

“Good,” he muffles into your neck, his hands wrapping around you to get a tight grip on your ass. He’s claiming you; you’re his, and only his. His one and only insecurity is that you might end up loving someone other than him.

You sigh into his shoulder and wrap your arms around his neck, just as he moves to wrap his arms around your waist.

“I love you, you know that, right?”

He nods into your neck. Of course, he does; you tell him all the time, always show him with the quiet moments the both of you share, and in the dark when you completely give yourself to him. He loves you just as much. 

“Then there’s no reason to get jealous.”

Bucky growls in annoyance and stands, taking you with him as he kicks the door shut and pins you against it with his body. You can’t help but giggle and grin in amusement, but you can’t help it; it’s hot, the way he gets all riled up and possessive.

“I'm not jealous.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

��Prove it.”

Oh, he will.

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[callmehopeless]

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I thought your tag said ‘please teach me how to pull out’

Me, unable to stop spunking in ladies: help

[sunmoonandeddie]

Listen girl, you're fucking gorgeous, okay? You got curves? Curves are amazing. There's more of you to love. The BEST cuddles. Don't got curves? Girl, you're still beautiful. Don't be yourself up. You're one of my tumblr crushes and I'll be DAMNED if you're gonna think you aren't pretty.

SDLFJSDJF thank you

I never got the notif for this and i’m :(((

[buckthegrump]

I just wanna tell you that I love himbo!bucky. I cant reblog or like anything because the links dont open in the app (goes to a browser window instead) but I'm still over here loving all of it.

#1 thank you so much i love that series

#2 idk why the dumbass app is doing that

[wkemeup]

Hi 😊 so, I love your angst. Lavender has got to be my favorite fic that you've written. I love the turn you took with it, showing the trauma that he went through and just the different sides of him. I also think that Bucky might have multiple personality disorder because of all the trauma he went through and I dont know if you intended to display that but I really liked it either way 😊 I've probably read that fic 3 times and it always makes my heart hurt.

ah thank you! Lavender is one of my all time favorites. I didn’t write it specifically as Dissociative Identity Disorder (/MPD), but I can see how that could come across! My perception of it was more as a PTSD response and dissociative state, but they’re all intertwined and tangled up with each other. That makes me so happy you liked that one so much though!!

what do you remember me for as a writer? 

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