#remale reader

[ajbwasntwriting]

To Serve and Protect (Bucky Barnes x Police!Fem!Reader)

the twd obsession has been interrupted since I’ve started watch TFATWS and have binged bucky fics like I was 15.

Summery: - Reader is an accomplished New York officer but an old case comes back in the shape of a super soldier in need of aid.

Warnings: - Light Spoilers for TFATWS, Cursing, mentions of Human Trafficking, flirty Bucky(kind of I tried)

You had just received your second medal of honor before the blip had occurred. When you came back, you were nearly arrested for breaking into what you had known as your apartment. Luckily, the situation was under control quickly. You had family just outside the city who were willing to support you until you got back on your feet but it still felt like a kick in the gut that your home was gone and you now had to learn a bunch of new skills to do with being a cop. Most of your friends had either died during the five years or had to move out of New York, and those who remained had moved on and didn’t seem to have time for you in their lives.

At least a few of your favourite places had stayed open, including what you thought was the best pizza joint in the state. You got dinner here most nights because it hadn’t changed. The tables still wobbled, the neon sign still buzzed from overuse, and Louis the owner still kept a couple slices of your favorite pie in the back for you.

“Please tell me the back booth is free” you sighed, taking the food from Louis.

“Long day, Detective?” Louis replied.

“New partner thinks I’m an idiot.” You mumble, taking a bite from the pie and burning your tongue.

“It’s clear,” Louis said sympathetically, nodding to the far side of the restaurant.

You slid into the small booth tucked out of the way, tucking into your pizza and soda. After your first slice you noticed a carving on the table. It was your initials plus A.S. equals epic. You smiled as you remembered your previous partner Aarush Sharma. You two had been friends since you joined the force and had come to this booth almost every break hour to fill up on pizza and terrible coffee.

“Detective L/N.” A gruff voice spoke to you. Judging by the shadow he casted over you, he was a big man.

“Look if your here to buy me off or intimidate me,” you snapped, “then you can fu-” you stopped short when you looked up. You recognised the man as James Buchanen Barnes instantly. “Oh,” you sighed with relief.

“You know me?” he asked you.

“Followed the Zemo case.” you explained. He visibly tensed at the mention of Zemo. You held up your hand to calm him. “I know you’ve been pardoned.” You suddenly remembered how your conversation with the Winter Soldier had begun “wait, how do you know me?”

“I need your help,” He spoke low, just so the two of you could hear. He slid opposite you in the booth, leaning forward on the table. “Two-thousand-fifteen, August seventh you filed a report on a human trafficking ring operating out of staten island.” You began eating your second slice of pizza as he talked. “You arrested the main perpetrators, with the exception of Donnie Morris and Frank Abara. You opened an investigation on them but it went cold two months later.” You nodded along to the story. “That’s because-”

“They’re Hydra? Real names Robert Bern and Josh Smith? And the trafficking was for human experimentation?” you interrupted him. He stared at you, just about concealing his surprise. “I was a good cop.” you finished off your pizza, wiping your mouth and looking away in shame. “Was.”

“Why’d you stop?” he asked.

“They threatened me.” You patted the flour off your hands and picked up your soda. “And when that didn’t work, they told my friends to stop me else their family would be hurt, so.” you slurped on your soda and stared back at him.

His piercing blue eyes were reading you like a book, pulling apart your disgust at never catching them, and trying to figure out how to use it to his advantage. He had to admit it was impressive that a normal police officer was able to get farther than he was, but you were still a normal person.

“I need to find them,” he spoke up.

“Why?” you cocked your eyebrow, soda straw still in your mouth. You had been studying his face to find any tell of malintent but the only conclusion you were drawing was that he was handsome as hell, and really good at hiding his tells.

“You don’t need to know.” he retorted. You hummed with discontent.

“See, Mr. Barnes. My job is to protect and serve. Sadly, that includes assholes.” You put down the now empty soda cup and leaned forward to match his position. “And you’ve said enough for me to arrest you under suspicion of planning to commit a crime against said assholes.” His glare hardened and his jaw tightened as he stared you down. “So please answer the question, ideally in a non-incriminating way.”

He looked and huffed, sliding back a little before fixing you with his stare again, but it wasn’t long until he was looking from his hands to the window, seemingly in defeat. “Their boss is dangerous. And I’m the one that made it so.” He forced a bitter smile finally looking back at you. “I’m trying to right as many wrongs as I can but I can’t find this guy but you.” he punctuated by pointing at you with his joined hands. You caught a glint of something metal up his sleeve that you suspect was his arm. “You came very, very close. Apparently, Closer than I thought you did.”

You mulled it over in your head for a moment before reaching into your breast pocket and pulling out your notepad. “Look, I don’t know what to tell you, Mr. Barnes” You looked over the restaurant between bouts of writing, talking all the while in case people were listening. “The case is closed and the records are public so everything you know is everything I know.” You quietly ripped off the piece of paper and pocketed the notebook, picking up your trash to disguise it. He took the hint and hid the paper by putting his hands down and sliding back in the booth, seemingly in defeat. “Good night, Mr. Barnes.” you said, and walked away, depositing your trash on your way out.

Bucky sat their a moment to give you a head start before stepping out himself, piece of paper in hand. As he walked home he opened the paper.

Tomorrow Seneca Village 23:35

Bucky stood in front of the plaque, mind too busy working through every horrible thing that could happen from this little stunt. He was about to run when he heard your voice. “Hey there.”

You walked over and stood next to him, stoically in your repose. You were wearing a pair of jeans and heeled boots with a fashionable jacket and a suitcase in hand. “I don't know which of us is stupider right now.”

“You could have picked a better meeting spot.” Bucky retorted, shifting uncomfortably.

“It’s horrifying,” you commented, putting the case down, Reading over the plaque. “Over two hundred lives ruined by a couple of assholes who wanted a park. Reminds me of another couple of assholes.”

“Yeah?” Bucky replied. You stood there a moment longer, thinking if you could still go back. You bit your tongue and decided having faith was the better bet.

“Burn it when you’re done.” you shot back and walked past him.

Bucky noticed the case just outside his line of vision. He picked it up and walked away from the plaque, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible despite the case not really matching his attire.

You didn’t hear anything for a couple weeks after the impromptu meeting, having handed over every piece of evidence that had been sitting in your self storage since 2015. Each minute was spent biting your nails with stress, hoping your actions didn’t come back to bite you in the ass. Then the news came on, publicizing that Robert Bern and Josh Smith had been arrested ‘after it was discovered they were connected to a human trafficking ring in New Jersey and a former operation in Staten Island.’

“Looks like somebody did your job for you.”

“Shut up, Louis.” you quip back at him, nursing a terrible cup of coffee. The restaurant was near empty aside from yourself, Louis, a trio of loud drunk women in the corner and a homeless man who had scraped cents together to buy a slice of pizza. The TV above the kitchen archway providing most of the ambiance.

“What’s got you in a mood?” he asked as he cleaned.

“Ever been ditched on a blind date? I get all dolled up,” you opened your coat to show a figure hugging dress with a low neckline, coupled with an elegant necklace. “And the asshole texts me when I’m already at the lounge saying he needs a fucking rain check.”

“Okay, well he’s an ass-”

“Right!” you exclaim.

“But you need to stop scowling before you scare off my customers.” Louis playfully chided.

“Oh, cause there’s so many of them.” you waved a hand out at the restaurant to emphasize your point. Still you leaned over your coffee to stew in your own misery. You couldn’t hear the door open over the women’s third rendition of ‘I’m every woman’ but you noticed someone slide onto the bar stool next to you. You turned your head to see Bucky looking back.

“Have I seen you here before?” Bucky said playfully.

You chuckled involuntarily and sat up on your stool. “You must be mistaking me with someone else.”

He swiveled on the stool to face you fully, leaning on the counter comfortably. “You sure?” he seemed to be playing with you, a sly smirk on his face. “Could’ve sworn I met this detective lady here who looked a lot like you.”

“Was she pretty?” You pressed, a smile now sneaking it’s way onto your face without you knowing.

Bucky looked in your eyes with a soft sincerity. “Incredibly,”

You laughed nervously as you looked away and into the pool of your coffee. “Was that before or after she helped you with your job.” You deflected.

“About that,” Bucky leaned onto the counter. He was still quiet good at hiding his tells but you got the impression he was nervous by the pause. “You gave me more than I needed so I was able to do better than I planned. I know how hard it can be to trust someone. I'm not sure how to thank you for that.”

“Take her on a date!” Louis yelled from the kitchen, looking at you two through the serving window. “She’s already all ‘dolled up’” Louis mocked you.

“Keep cleaning!” you shot back. “Ignore him. He’s just dripping with sympathy since I got ditched.”

“I mean,” Bucky started, you looked over and saw him staring at his hands with nerves as his thumbs tapped against each other. “I just wouldn’t know where to take you.” he admitted under his breath.

A question instantly plagued your mind and it demanded to be asked. “Have you not...since nineteen-fifty?”

Bucky nodded with pursed lips. “You can laugh.”

You smiled at the super soldier. “Right,” you announced, pushing yourself off the stool. “Come on, I know a great dive three down.”

“A dive?” Bucky asked in disbelief, but he was still smiling.

“Yep. Where they don’t give a shit who you are as long as you're buying.” You fixed your jacket with new found enthusiasm. “You are buying, right?”

“For a doll like you,” He stood up from the stool. “I’ll buy the bar.” he held the door as you both left the little pizzeria

“Oh honey, there’s nothing like me.” you said playfully as you stepped out the door.

“Then I must be the luckiest man in the world,” he flirted, offering you his arm. You slide your hand in, curling your wrist around his bicep and off you both went.

[woah-imagine-that]

Is it possible to request a Haruhi x female reader where the Haruhi and reader both love each other but they are both worried that the other doesn’t like females but ends with fluff? Thank you, I hope this makes some sense!

Your crush on Haruhi started off small and innocent as most crushes do. But as time passed it got bigger, again, as most crushes do, and now it’s turned you into a nervous wreck. You tried your absolute hardest to keep it to yourself, so thankfully no one has stopped to ask about it, you didn’t know what you’d do if someone found out. You wished you could control your feelings, maybe then it wouldn’t be so much of a problem. It wasn’t as if you don’t want to be in love with Haruhi; she was utterly wonderful in every way, how could you not fall for her, you were just afraid of making things awkward between the two of you if Haruhi doesn’t recuperate your feelings, heck; you don’t even know if she likes girls that way.

It’s been a while since you’ve visited the host club, for obvious reasons. You really didn’t want Haruhi to find out about your crush on her, your fear of rejection was too strong and you didn’t want to face facts, so you figured it would be better if you avoided her entirely.

Little did you know Haruhi was facing a similar problem. She didn’t even realise she had a crush on you until you stopped coming to the host club; she missed you more than she cared to admit. She also kept this to herself, mostly to save from the relentless teasing the rest of the host club would put her though, and partly for the rejection you would inevitably give her. But she knows she would have to tell you sometime, whether you recuperate her feelings, otherwise she’d go crazy. Maybe the last day of school would be best, then she’d have the entire holidays to get over you.

But we all know fate lets nothing go as planned, it was barely twenty-four hours after Haruhi came up with her plan when she suddenly ran into you in the hallway. It wasn’t a small bump either, you almost tripped right over. Luckily, Haruhi was quick to catch you, though not before spluttering out a handful of apologies.

“It’s okay Haruhi,” you reassured her, ceasing her apologies almost immediately. It was like magic, the effect you had on her, you could tell her anything and she’d listen with the upmost intent. You barely noticed her staring as you recomposed yourself and lightly pushed off her, as much as you wanted to keep the moment going. “I haven’t seen you in a while, at the host club I mean, why? If you don’t mind me asking,” you could tell Haruhi wanted to keep the conversation going, for what reason you weren’t so sure. “Oh… haha, no reason in particular,” you weren’t always the best at lying, it was obvious. Haruhi only stared at you, making her ‘I know you’re lying’ face, it made you sigh. “Um… Can I tell you something?” Best to tell the truth, no matter how much it hurts. “There’s a reason I haven’t been visiting the host club, and it mostly has to do with you… Actually it all has to do with you.”

“Me?” Haruhi was quick to question, “if I did anything wrong—”

“No, you did nothing wrong. I should have worded that better.” This confession wasn’t turning out how you’d planned, then again, you didn’t really plan for it to happen today. You took a deep breath to regain your composure before continuing, “I guess what I’m trying to say is… I like you, quite a lot actually. That’s why I haven’t been showing up, cause I was nervous.”

When Haruhi said nothing, you wanted nothing more than to crawl into a shell and stay there forever, maybe telling the whole truth wasn’t the best idea, maybe you should have told her you were sick, then maybe things would have worked out better. But when you looked back at her, you saw something you didn’t expect. Her eyes were completely fixated on you, like you were the only person in the room. As you looked more, you noticed her mouth was slightly agape and her cheeks were reddening. Could it be? Did she actually like you back?

“Um… When you say ‘I like you…’” Her cheeks were red now, “do you mean it in an ‘I want to date you,’ way?”

“Why would I avoid you if it was just a regular like?” You’ve never seen her so nervous before, did you really have this affect on her?

Before you could process what was happening, Haruhi pulled you into a deep hug, eliciting a small gasp from you “Do you want to… come to the host club this afternoon?” You could hear her whisper. You answered with an ‘of course,’ promising you would request for her personally.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Boobies!

Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Summary:Your Stevie gets to spend some quality time with you and his girls.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Steve Harrington is a boobs guy, Titfucking, Mentions of pornography, nothing else that I can think of (unless you think there’s something I missed, in which case; shoot me a message so I can tag it)

Word Count: 1521

Author's Note:I had this idea bouncing around my head for a while, and so I thought I’d get round to actually writing it. 

Simply put, Steve Harrington was a boob kind of guy. In his eyes, all boobs were good boobs. Big, or small, it didn't matter to him. 

You suspected as much to be true, because anytime you'd fallen asleep with him, he would end up spooned so close to you, holding you safe in his arms, his hand finding their places to settle over your boobs. Just feeling the soft weight of your tits in his palms was somewhat relaxing for him.

You also had your suspicions confirmed last summer, where you had decided to wear a tank top, to avoid wearing any unnecessary layers. That was the day that you had to fight for your boyfriend’s attention almost anytime you wanted to talk to him. His brown eyes cast down, towards your chest, eyeing the exposed cleavage, and enjoying the subtle bounce and jiggle of your boobs anytime you talked excitedly about anything.

It was on a lazy Sunday evening, on the rare occasion that you weren’t working at the movie theatre, and Steve had a day off working in Family Video. You were laying closely pressed together on his bed. 

More often than not, the free time you spent alone with Steve was in his house. He’d told you many times that it was very rare for his parents to be home for any length of time. Whilst the thought of Steve’s parents being happy enough to leave that boy in that big house all by himself, made your heart ache, you were glad of the privacy it afforded you. It was so much better than the alternative. That time where Steve had been hanging out with you in your bedroom, and your Stevie couldn’t keep his hands to himself. The sudden knock and opening of the door by your mother startled you both enough to quickly pull away from your impromptu makeout session. It wasn’t that your mother didn’t like or approve of your relationship with Steve, oh no it was quite the opposite actually, she adored how kindly he seemed to treat her daughter. However, she wasn’t quite ready to see her daughter and her boyfriend in such a compromising position. Between seeing your slightly out-of-breath state, and Steve’s ruffled hair and glazed over expression, it didn’t take a genius to piece together what had just been happening. After that awkward encounter, it just seemed better that you spent your time at Steve's place.

You were laying on your back, whilst Steve laid down over you, his arm wrapped protectively over your waist, his head resting gently on top of your chest whilst your fingers ran softly through his mess of shaggy hair. 

“...Mmm your boobs are soft..” he mumbles against your chest “..and so pretty too..” 

That’s when you suddenly feel the tugging of Steve’s hands at the hem of your oversized t-shirt (technically it was his shirt, but after he told you how much he enjoyed seeing you in his shirts, you took it upon yourself to wear his stuff more often.) His eager fingertips try to work the shirt off your body to have access to your naked tits, knowing you didn’t ever wear a bra if you were home.

Taking the hint, you sat up to arch your arms up and take off your t-shirt, flinging it off to the corner of Steve’s room. 

Steve seized this moment to begin to leave kisses over your tits. His pink lips, pecking all over the soft exposed skin. His kisses begin to inch closer to your nipple, before he wraps his lips around it, bringing it into the warm wet heat of his mouth, sucking it gently before releasing it from his mouth with a pop. Then his lips lead a trail of sweet kisses from one breast to the other, making sure to give equal attention to the other nipple.

All the while you let him indulge in his love affair with your tits, your fingertips scratch and tug at the soft brown strands of hair at his scalp.

That's when the idea struck him. Remembering something he saw in one of the x-rated tapes from the adult section at the back of Family Video that he'd taken home with him after a particularly long shift. Footage of a man sliding his dick through the softness of some girls' boobs. That evening Steve came harder than he ever had before. His cum dripped over the knuckles of his closed fist, and the only thoughts on his mind was of how he wanted to try that with you.

“Hey…Uh.. Honey?” Steve spoke up, tilting his head up to look at you.

“Yes, my love?” 

“There’s something I wanna try with you, would you be down for trying something new?” he started, the idea of how to go about asking you formulating in his mind.

“Well what is it, Stevie?” you teased gently.

“I wanna fuck your tits” he blurted out, thinking it  would better if he just came out with it, rather than skirt around the subject.

“Okay, I’m down, how do you want me?”

“H-how do I want you?” the fact you were even entertaining this idea had his head spinning and all the blood rushing straight to his dick.

“Yeah like, would you rather I sit up and you like..thrust between them? Or I can lay on my back and you can straddle my chest and then I can push my boobs together.” You explained brazenly. 

“Can I straddle your chest please?” he asked sheepishly.

“Sure!” you said as you got yourself comfortable, laying back on Steve’s bed.

Steve pulled off his sweatpants, his semi-hard dick bobbing slightly. 

Steve spat into his palm, and dropped his hand down to give his cock a few firm strokes, pumping his fist over the length of himself till he was fully hard.

He reached over to his bedside drawer where he kept a small bottle of lube, exactly where he’d left it from back when he’d watched that damn video.

He uncapped the bottle with a click, warning you how it would probably be cold on your skin, before he squeezed a generous amount between the valley of your breasts. He didn’t miss the way your body shivered as the cold gel hit your skin.  

 He also squeezed out some into his hand, thrusting into his hand a few times to cover his dick too.

Hovering over you with his cock in his hand, he leans forward, placing his cock between the valley of your breasts. He takes each one of your breasts in his large hands and gently squeezes them together. You notice his hesitancy and so you place your hands over his and to reassure him that you’re more than willing to do this, and to push your boobs together tighter around his steadily leaking cock.

Then he starts thrusting his hips forward. It’s different to what he was expecting, not a bad different certainly, the softness of your skin, slick with lube, feels so nice. His thumbs find themselves rubbing over your nipples, teasing them into hardened peaks. 

“F-fuck…” Steve stutters out with a moan, his head swimming with lust as he watched his cock slide between your breasts. 

“I wanna taste you, Stevie” you say as you stick out your tongue, just enough so it catches on the tip of his cock as it pops through the top of your cleavage. Your tongue lapping the beading drop of pre-cum gathering at his sensitive tip.

“God..Honey.. Fuck..that’s feels so good..your’re so good for me” Steve groans out above you, his hips continuing to thrust between your breasts. “Love your tits…they’re so soft..you look so gorgeous like this, honey”

His thrusts start to become sloppier and as he chases his high.

“Babe.. I’m so close… ” his breath coming out in ragged pants.  

“Cum on my tits, Stevie…please..” you whine for him, squishing your boobs tighter around him and using them to help jerk him off.

With a few more thrusts, and the soft weight of your boobs working against his sensitive cock, Steve comes with a deep guttural moan, painting your collarbones with his spend. 

Steve carefully swings his body to come and lie next to you, his own chest heaving with gasps, and his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his cock softening against his stomach.

You take this opportunity to swipe your finger through the cum Steve spilled on your chest Popping your finger in your mouth, you moan at the taste, sucking your finger clean.

Steve who had been trying to catch his breath, watched you with lust-glazed eyes

“Honey, you can’t just do that..s’not fair, you’ll get me going again” he chuckles dryly.

“What? Too tired, Harrington?” you tease playfully.

“Never. For you I’ve got all the time in the world” he smirks as he makes his way down your body, settling in between your thighs.

“Now... Let me return the favour” He says with a cheeky wink, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Oh. You were in for it now.

[miltonbarbie]

What does Stan's friend group love about you? (Sp x F!y/n) </3

Warning(s): Slight NSFW

Reader is Female, and in these scenario you and your dp (Desired person, for example: Kyle) are already in an established relationship.

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Stan🎧💙 :

Dude loves any form of affection you give him, whether it be quick kisses to long, warm hugs, he feels like he'll throw up any second.

He wishes he could call you pet names but he's gonna get sick in the stomach REAL fast.

he also makes playlists of songs that remind him of you and sends them to you + puts them visible on his Spotify account

he doesn't show any clingy-ness or PDA around his friends bc cartman's such an ass and he'll get teased for days, but in private all he wants to do is cuddle w/ you and watch a Christmas movie together

loves loves loves when you mindlessly copy his actions, he think its soso cute. Like for example if he does a secret handshake with one of his friends and catches you trying to make one with yours, he's gonna die of how adorable it is.

He likes to go skating with you, if you don't know how to skate he'll gladly teach you

Get's hard whenever he sees you in a skirt 🙏🙏

Whenever he texts you and you send him pictures of yourself being all cute n' shii, his eyes widen and he automatically saves them to his camera roll with a sly grin on his face.

bro thinks he's mf swiper with his devious ass

he gets realllll horny whenever you sit with your legs crossed on a desk/table, or when you twirl your hair and make eye contact while talking to him. my guy's gonna be walking around with a huge boner the whole day in pain until you relieve him.

Kyle 🎮💚:

He tries extremely hard not to get flustered whenever you hug him from behind

Especially when you compliment his hair and play with it/start flirting with him while you do it. ITS JUST SO ENLKBVJVBENKJJ FOR HIM HE GOES WILD

"Kyle baby, you look so cute with your hair out like that .." "I- h-hah .. T-thank you .." Then he legit MELTS INTO YOUR TOUCH HE'S SO DESPERATE

he wants to act all tough and whatnot 4 you but you make him so vulnerable

what makes him hard as a fucking rock is when he's sitting down on his chair and you bend over towards him with your titties on the desk, arms crossed. HANDS DOWN CATCHES HIM OFF GUARD SO QUICKLY HIS EYES DART STRAIGHT TOWARDS YOUR TITS 😔😔

He lovesss seeing you wear his hoodies, something about it is just.. makes him feel some sort of way..

he gets really excited whenever you ask him to tutor you, it means you two get to spend more time together

If someone insults you he's gonna get MADD ANGRY

Like his anger issues will not allow someone to disrespect you like that.

he's always at your beck and call, if you need him, he's there.

Send him a bikini pic and he's gonna have a seizure.

"SHIT Y/N IM WITH MY FRIENDS WHAT IF THEY SEE IT?!??1!?!?!/11/1/ FUCK WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME AMEOIDOAEINAMSLKN"

STUDY DATES ARE HIS FAVOURITE BUT ALSO GOING OUT TO CAFE'S >>>>>>>>>>

He gets really blushy and nervous whenever your showing him so much affection to towards him infront of his friends, but he secretly likes it, he just doesnt wanna seem like a baby.

Whenever you get better grades than him he either celebrates for days or cries in a corner for hours. There's no in between.

Kyle is honestly so overprotective like if he sees a guy staring at you hes gonna straight up smack their face with a stack of graded homework assignments.

He jealousssss 🤭 he HATESSS admitting it though hes so whiny abt it too.

"Y/nn, I'm not jealousss babeee shutt uppp-uh 😠😠" Like a frickin 10 year old, LMFAO WHY DO I ACTUALLY IMAGINE HIM SAYING THAT THOUGH

Kenny 🏠🧡:

Lovesss showing/giving PDA doesn't matter where you are or who you're with

Bro is soso touch-starved its insane

He holds you by the waist while he leans in for a kiss, he low-key smells like cigarettes and car gas but I'm kinda into it ngl 🤷‍♀️

Whenever he gets touchy, it's not always going to be sexual but this man has some pretty horny thoughts but you cant blame him

Hes so whiny and wants you to touch him REALLY BADLY.

"Y/nn please please please I love you so much please just this once oh my God please your so hot I'm gonna suffocate I love you just this once please please PLEASEEEEEE-" "Kenny omg calm down wtf-"

His weak spot is seeing you in clothes that bring out your figure, I mean, girls look better in a real tight sweater ifkwim 😋

The only time he will EVER be the submissive one during sex is when hes balling his eyes out about something that's happened at home, or when he's high on sumthin'

If he's going to see you, he sometimes brings karen with him because he loves the little relationship you two got going on, also his parents are always arguing so it'd be a huge relief for both Karen AND Kenny.

Send him ONE picture and he'll be begging on his knees for more

"MOMMY SORRY MOMMY SORRY- OH GOD SEND MORE- I NEED- creams aggressively YOUR A FUCKING GODDESS OH LORD HAVE MERCY GOAWDH DAYHUYHM 😍😍"

It's a big bonus if you come from a wealthy or rich family cause then you can spoil Kenny and his siblings rotten like how they deserve 😔💞

Please treat karen well she really looks up to you, your like her idol and shes def your #1 fan, she'll always be talking about you and how amazing and thoughtful and pretty you are ITS JUST SO AAAAAAA KAREN IS SO CUTEEE 😖

Kenny doesn't have much but he'll try to save up ENOUGH money to get you something nice like a headband or some nail polish 😚

He's trying.

He just wants you to be happy with him.

Please get married.

Cartman 🍗❤️:

Oh no.

When people started finding out that Cartman had feelings for the one and only, Y/n, they felt so sorry and started giving u random things and being oddly kind around you.

You were like: ???

If he sees a guy flirting or talking to you, he's gonna lower their self esteem to the MAX.

Like he'll be soso rude abt it too

"What kind of dumb fuck like you would get any girls? You got to be kidding me, your dumber than Kahl."

Once you started dating him, man everyone in the school was either shocked, no- not shocked, literally flat-out concerned for your well-being.

Cartman, REEAAAALLLYYYY .. ?

He always wants your attention, even when your busy doing something he'll be texting you at the most randomest times saying "I'm coming over", and shows up at your door in less than 2 minutes.

If you give him a hug or a kiss in public, he'll be acting all tough and start bragging to his friends. But once he's alone, he'll start giggling and twirling around like a fangirl (😨)

He has so many bad pictures of you on his camera roll but it takes all of your convincing skills to tell him: DONT. POST. THE PICTURES.

He doesn't wanna participate in any tiktok couple challenges bc he thinks their stupid. Buttt unless you offer Kyle to do it then he's def gonna cave in 🤭.

He's such a toddler too

He'll secretly want to be the little spoon often but if you offer him his face starts looking like a whole-ass sunburn with an offended look on his face

"AHEM? No we are NAWT doing that. You? Cuddling ME? No no no, its supposed to be the other way around, "Y/n" 🙄"

He'd diss your music taste and then you'll catch him twerking to your favorite song

He just like that y'know?

[honey-subs]

can i get a bts reaction to their gf smacking their ass in front of other members ? 🥺

BTS Reaction To their S/O Slapping Their Ass (Hyung Line)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⤷pairing - BTS’ hyung line x reader

⤷genre - fluff

⤷summary - bts reaction to you slapping their ass in front of the other members

⤷warnings - CRACK

⤷notes - here you go, babes! changed it a bit for each member so it doesn’t seem too repetitive!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Kim Namjoon

｡･:*˚:✧｡ namjoon froze in his spot once he heard and felt the slap. his eyes instantly widened and his cheeks became red as he swatted your hands away and sat down beside you. hoseok, jin, jungkook, jimin, yoongi, and taehyung were gasping with laughter. “it’s not funny.” namjoon pouts, crossing his arms beside you. you giggled right along with them. “does-“ jimin can barely get his words out without laughing. “does it happen often?” he finally asks. “yes!” “no!” both of you give very different answers, and namjoon playfully glares at you while he watches his friends bend over with laughter.

Kim Seokjin

｡･:*˚:✧｡ it happens quickly, he’s in the kitchen cooking, and you come up behind him, and slap his ass softly. “yah!” jin calls as he feels the contact. you hold back a laugh. “did she just-“ jungkook starts. “yes, yes she did.” jin answers and cuts him off, narrowing his eyes at you. “what? it’s not my fault. it was just there.” you shrug. “doesn’t mean you can touch.” he mutters, going back to his cooking. “sorry.” you pout. “i’ll repay you in cuddles.” you propose. “deal.”

Min Yoongi

｡･:*˚:✧｡ he was laying on his stomach on the couch, scrolling through a army’s tweets on twitter. it was quick, you sped by and slapped your hands down on his clothed ass cheeks. he whined at the contact and turned around to face you. he narrowed his eyes, “what was that for?” he asked. “i dunno. they were just there, couldn’t resist.” you told him with a sly smile.

Jung Hoseok

｡･:*˚:✧｡ hoseok would be on vlive and communicating with army’s and making crafts. he’d be honestly startled when you came up behind him and he felt a harsh slap on his ass. he’d jolt and turn around to look at you. “jagi!” he whined, cheeks turning red as you pulled up a chair to sit by him. the comments were flooding with emojis of laughter. “couldn’t help myself, hobi.” you told him, kissing him on the cheek as he pouted adorably.

[nickiewrites]

(titleless)

Type: Fluff but also slight intercourse

Warning: Unprotected sex( no bc or condoms, Plan B), swEARING

Words: 521

Pairing: Cevans x reader

Summary: Chris wants you but you want protection. 

A/N:

This is short but there wasn’t as much to the concept as I had thought lol

also don’t know what to title it so oh well

~

I rolled over on the bed, my eyes blinking open from my sleep. I fully open them and see the brown-haired beauty, still sound asleep next to me. Smiling, I pick myself up onto my elbows and stare at him. One hand running up and down his hairy chest, gently applying pressure to scratch with my nails. Smoothing my hand out and moving in circles, feeling his soft skin beneath the hair. I feel him stir under my touch, head flipping to face me. Starting to wake up, his eyes crinkle and his hand finds mine on his chest. He smirks when he realizes what’s happening. I feel him drag my hand with his down his body, past the covers, landing on his hard on.

I gasp when my hand lands on it, warm from being pressed against me most of the night.

“Chris.” I whine, looking at him. Eyes still not open, he laughs. “We can’t, you know I still don’t have my birth control.”

“Mmmmm” He groans, angrily. “What’s taking them so long?”

“I told you, they had a mix up at the pharmacy and ordered the wrong thing. They gave me someone’s allergy pills instead.” I said, laying my head down on his chest.

“Baby, you know I’m always horny in the morning.” He’s now the whiner.

“Every morning, every afternoon, every evening, sometimes at 3am.” I say, both of us laughing. He finally opens his eyes, finally letting me see his clear blue iris’.

“I can’t help it that my girl is so sexy.” He says. Grabbing my hips, he pushes me up and over him, so I’m startling him, my heat close to his dick. Immediately feeling a gush of fluid in my center, I try to hold it in.

“I love that you always want me, but you know that I’m not ready for a baby. And I don’t care how much I love you or how long we’ve been together, I’m not fucking you without a condom or birth control.” I smirk. I lean down, lips dipping in close to his ear.

“And I know you love going into me raw.” Whispering into his ear.

I lean back up when I feel his cock grow 3 times in size, his eyes filled with lust. “And you haven’t bought condoms since we started dating, so I guess sex is off the table.” I say sternly.

He whines out again, pouting like a child.

“I need you baby, come on. What about if we get a Plan B afterword?” He says.

I look at him for a minute, considering my options. Sighing dramatically, I lean down, smashing my lips into his. He smiles when he feels the connection. His hand makes its way to my backside, grabbing onto his cock, jerking it a few times with his hand before pushing it into me. Paying more attention to his lips, I moan so loud the whole town may have herd as he bottoms me out in one thrust.

“oh, FUCK CHRIS.”

He laughs before flipping us over, landing on my back.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

[bonjour-rainycity]

Odin’s Ward ~ Chapter 6

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/630198057513943040/odins-ward-chapter-5

Pairing: Loki x Fem Reader

Word count: 2882

Warnings: None

Y/n: 18 // Loki: 20 // Thor: 24

Y/n’s POV

“It is quite surprising that Prince Thor has not yet gotten serious in his courting habits.” Lady Naerys pushes a lock of copper hair out of her eyes in indignation. “For what it’s worth, I am a wealthy, eligible woman of noble birth.”

Lady Kare nods in solemn agreement. “He will be King in the next hundred years or so. It is time he commits to a wife.”

“I don’t know,” I smirk, thinking back to Thor’s gallivanting. “I think Prince Thor is quite satisfied with his current way of doing things. I’m sure when the time is right, he will settle down.”

Lady Naerys rolls her eyes. “Oh, as if you would know.”

Her easy dismissal of me strikes a nerve I did not know I had. I straighten, my voice quickly becoming tight with annoyance. “I would, actually. He happens to be one of my good friends.”

Lady Naerys lifts her goblet as if to take a sip of her wine, but instead uses it as a ‘cover’ so she can attempt to discreetly gossip with Lady Kare. “It seems as if she has shared his bed also.”

I sputter. “I have not!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” A cold, mean smile crosses Lady Naerys’ pinched face, and I know her apology lacks sincerity. “You’re more likely to be spending your nights with his brother.”

“Clearly the lesser of the two,” Lady Kare chimes in with a boldness uncharacteristic of her usually demure demeanor.

I grit my teeth and clench my fists so tightly that spikes of pain shoot up my arm. “That is not true—none of that is true!” We’re standing in a central corridor in the palace, and my voice has grown quite loud, echoing easily off the stone walls. I don’t care. “We have grown up together and friends is all we are. Besides! Even if I was spending my nights with Loki, it would be none of your business!” Their eyebrows shoot up at what they likely hear as an admission. I hasten to clarify. “But I’m not. And Loki is in no way the ‘lesser of the two.’ He is thoughtful, and intelligent, and a great friend and one of the funniest people I’ve ever met, and anyone would be lucky to have him!”

Lady Naerys looks like she’s just won a prize. “Loki? You do not use his proper title? How…familiar.”

“Ugh!” I throw my hands up in frustration. “I guess you lack the intelligence necessary to—”

“Hello, Lady Naerys, Lady Kare, Lady…Y/n.” Loki has materialized behind me and I can hear the barely restrained humor in his voice.

Oh he must be loving this.

I mentally roll my eyes. The two women hastily curtsy, and I do a stilted version of the same.

Loki comes to stand by my side, his hands clasped politely behind his back. “May I borrow Lady Y/n? There is a book I would like to discuss with her.”

Lady Kare curtsies once more and immediately goes to leave, but Lady Naerys is slower to follow. I can see in her eyes that she, like me, suspects Loki’s book explanation to be a ruse. She keeps her gaze locked in our direction until she finally turns the corner.

As soon as the two are gone, Loki throws his head back in laughter. “I could hear you yelling from halfway across the castle! My, my, you do get angry. Best not let anyone else see you behave this way. They’ll resurrect Nanny Idsol and place you back under her care.”

“Ugh.” I close my eyes and look to the ceiling. “Do not bring up that horrible woman. I cannot take any more annoyance today.”

He holds up his hands in mock-surrender. “As you wish. What were you arguing about? I could hear the sounds of yelling but not discern words.”

“Oh, you know….” I try to be nonchalant. “Just little, random things.”

His eyes sparkle. “Ah, yes. You are well-known to be upset by the prickling inconveniences of life.”

I huff. “Fine, if you really want to know.” I lower my voice to a hush, and he leans in to better hear me. “Lady Naerys and Lady Kare are quite vexed that Thor has not chosen a wife—specifically one of them—and when I defended him, they turned on me.”

He knows that’s not all of it. “And then…?”

I huff again for good measure and cross my arms. “And then they first insinuated that I am sleeping with Thor, and when that didn’t work, determined that I am sleeping with you.”

Emotion flickers quickly across his face, disappearing behind a cool mask before I can decipher any specific reaction. I consider telling him the true reason for my anger, that they were talking badly about him, but decide against it. It seems too vulnerable to admit that, and I don’t want to make him aware of people’s dwindling opinions of him. Best to just keep that to myself and let him think I was defending my own honor.

Loki expresses his regret. “My pulling you away probably didn’t help. I shall speak to them at once and get this cleared up.”

“Oh, no.” I throw out an arm before he can get away. “Let me stop you right there. You going to defend me would probably just solidify the idea in their heads that we’re together. Don’t worry about it, anyway.” I shrug. “I’m mostly over it now that they’re gone.”

He chuckles. “Though she be quick to anger, she forgetteth fast.”

I roll my eyes and give him a little shove. “So what did you want me for, anyways?”

His eyes light up, and I can’t help but feel warm at the happiness on his face. “I found a lovely spot in the forest while on my last hunting expedition, and I can’t help but get the feeling that you would adore it. Will you accompany me?”

He thought of me while he was away? My heart gives a little flutter.

I freeze.

Why did it do that?

Loki stiffens, noticing my less-than-enthusiastic reaction. “Of course, given the suspicions of the ladies at Court and what that could do to your reputation, I couldn’t possibly expect—”

“Woah!” Getting over my little episode, I stop him before he can take back his offer. “Forget what everyone else thinks. I would love to go with you. When do we leave?”

He smirks and reaches for me.

“Oh, Loki—wait!” But I’m too late, for his arms have encircled my waist and we are catapulted into a sea of darkness.

I’ve teleported with Loki a few times before, yet it surprises me every time. The complete lack of sound and light, the nothingness. I wrap my arms around Loki’s back to anchor myself and bury my face in his chest in hopes of avoiding the nausea I know is coming. Within the next second, I hear the unsettling woosh of air as we re-enter a place with sound and my closed eyes are assaulted with light. The first true sound I register is Loki’s laugh bubbling from deep in his chest.

“You asshole!” I pull a hand from around his back and smack him in the chest. “Every time!” I go to hit him again, but he catches my wrist.

“Attacking a prince of Asgard and using rude words? You’ll be jailed for this, surely.” The mischief in his eyes betrays the words I already know to be untrue.

I shrug and step away from him. “Your call. Just know that you’ll have to come by every day and entertain me, otherwise, I’ll get destructive.”

He chuckles. “I have no doubt about that.”

“Good then, so we’re agreed. I get to torment you relentlessly with no consequences.”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, and I give a toothy grin. “So, where’s this place you wanted to show me?”

“If you would turn around, Lady Y/n.”

Fighting the urge to roll my eyes for the umpteenth time since seeing him five minutes ago, I do as he says.

What I see is so beautiful and personal that it can only be the product of magic.

It’s a lovely meadow. Tall trees stretch to the sky, their leafy branches creating a canopy so the ground is shrouded in dusk. To the right edge of the meadow rests a clear blue pond that is the epitome of relaxation. Even the smell is wonderful—light, airy, and fresh. Yet none of these is the meadow’s most impressive feature, for it is filled with flowers in every pleasing shade of purple and green. It does not escape me that purple is my chosen color and green, his.

I exhale, unable to do anything more than stare.

“Well?”

I turn to see Loki looking oddly shy: hands clasped behind his back and an expectant smile on his face.

“Oh, Loki, this is wonderful!”

He lets out a breath he had apparently been holding and beams. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like is an understatement. This place is…perfect.” I turn to stare in awe once again at the meadow.

“I—” he clears his throat. “I know you like flowers, so…” He trails off and comes to stand beside me, joining in my admiration of the meadow.

I don’t believe for a second that this place exists naturally, nor that Loki just ‘happened upon it’, but I assume he has his reasons for not wanting to tell me he crafted this place himself, so I let it go for now.

“Can we stay? Or do you have business to attend to?”

He inclines his head towards me in a little bow. “My day is yours.”

My heart does that funny thing again, except this time…I’m not as tempted to ignore it.

“Shall we?” He extends an arm to the entrance of the garden, allowing me to walk in first. I do so slowly so I can take it all in.

My first priority is to examine each individual flower in extensive detail. Loki does not protest and accompanies me to each and every one, promising that before we return to the castle, I shall have a bouquet. After what has surely been nearly an hour, I take a break from admiring the flowers and recline near the pond. With a flourish of his hand, Loki procures a blanket and we sit upon it.

Something unsettling occurs to me, and I look nervously over my shoulder. “Loki, shouldn’t we have guards? What if we were to be attacked?”

He smirks. “Not to worry. I am much better equipped to protect us. The guards would only get in my way. Besides,” his smirk deepens. “I feel quite safe in your presence, what with you being equipped with a dagger and all.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “How did you—”

He shrugs. “A clever guess. Why do you feel the need to keep it on you while inside the castle? You know the guards have been ordered to defend you with their lives.”

A feeling of unease settles upon me. I don’t want anyone to die for me. “It’s just a precaution. And even if I don’t ever use it in battle, perhaps one day I’ll finally snap and cut off Lady Naerys’ pretty blonde hair.”

At this, he throws his head back in laughter, and I can’t help but join in.

I like this, I realize. I like when Loki and I are together, alone, just talking and laughing. I like being in his company. And it seems as though he enjoys being in mine, as well.

“Alright, stand up,” he orders, pushing himself off the ground.

“Why?”

He offers a hand that I take, allowing myself to be pulled up. “If you insist on keeping your dagger on you at all times, you may as well be properly educated in how to use it.”

I beam. “You’re going to teach me again!”

He nods, procuring a dagger of his own from who knows where. “Alright, first you want to get into a stance that will allow you to have the most control.”

The next two hours are spent concentrating on my form and different ways to block and land jabs. I’m not especially good, but Loki says it should be enough to defend myself until someone more skilled than I can come along.

We sit back on the blankets, both a little tired. “Will you teach me again sometime?”

He nods. “Of course, the next time we can both sneak away.”

I take one of his hands in mine. “Thank you, Loki. For everything.”

A smile breaks across his face. It’s one of my favorites of his smiles. No tricks, no hidden emotions, just plain joy. “You’re welcome, Y/n.”

We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before realizing that it’s time to eat. Loki immediately makes a basket of food appear.

I grin teasingly. “Awe, you packed us a picnic!”

He rolls his eyes. “No, one of the kitchen maids did. I simply brought it with me.”

We distribute the food on the blanket and get to eating, having worked up quite an appetite during our lesson. A feeling nags at me, tugging on my stomach. I try to ignore it, but soon realize that I can do no such thing.

“Loki?” I trail off, losing my confidence.

He eyes me with concern, noticing the somber tone of my voice. “Yes?”

I take a breath, then let it out before forcing myself to ask the question weighing on my heart. “When my father calls me home and I’m married off, will we still be friends?”

Now his mood matches mine. He’s silent for a moment, pursing his lips and looking past my shoulder. Finally he speaks. “It is my truest wish.”

I lower my head to stare at the ground. “That’s not the same as yes.”

He sighs. “Once you’re a married woman, it won’t be proper…” he chuckles, surprising me. “But then again, when has that ever stopped us? Look at us now, sneaking away without chaperones to learn tricks with a dagger. Perhaps we can make it work. I will certainly try my best.”

I nod solemnly. “And I will do the same. I suppose that’s all we can hope for.”

He attempts to lighten the mood. “However, you have not yet been called back, so I say we do not let sadness saturate our evening. In fact, I suggest you look up.”

“Look up?” Confused, I tilt my head towards the sky and gasp as he takes me by surprise once again.

The leafy canopy above is slowly retreating to hug the tree branches, allowing us to see beyond them to the night sky speckled with stars. I can only turn and smile at Loki, who has a mixture of joy and fondness on his face. We lay back on the blanket and stare into the night sky. We don’t say anything. We just lie side by side, arms touching, and take in the majesty that is the night.

{***}

“Y/n….” I feel a hand on my arm, gently shaking me awake. “Y/n.”

I squeeze my eyes tightly before opening them, revealing the amused face of Loki hovering above me.

“Hello.”

I chuckle, pushing him out of the way so I can sit up. “Hi.”

“I contemplated leaving you here since you so rudely fell asleep, but I decided to be gentlemen and merely mess with your hair.”

A jolt of panic burns through my stomach and I bring my hands to my hair, dreading to reveal what he could have done to it. Within seconds, I realize that he’s only joking. My hair is fine.

“You are the worst.”

He throws his head back and laughs with abandon. “Your face was quite entertaining.”

“Mm, I’m sure.” I can’t, however, help from laughing a little myself. “Did I sleep long?”

He shakes his head. “Not really. We should be getting back, though. Dinner is soon and I can’t imagine how it would look if both of us were absent from the high table.”

That sets me into motion, and within a minute I am ready to leave. Loki gives me a little more warning this time, so I’m more prepared for the teleportation back to the palace. We reappear outside my bedroom door and quickly step away from each other, not wanting to look suspicious if anyone were to walk by.

“Lady Y/n, I thank you for a wonderful evening. I shall see you at dinner?”

I curtsy. “Yes, Your Highness, you shall.”

He bows, kisses my hand, smirks at the silly rules of Court we must follow, and walks away.

I glance down the hall to make sure nobody saw any of that, and am satisfied at the lack of people around. I open my door and quietly enter my room. The first thing I see upon entering is a beautiful bouquet sitting on my table, made up of flowers from the meadow. Just as Loki promised. Once again, my heart flutters.

Oh, Y/n. You’re in for it now.

A/n Hello again! Let me know what you thought and if you would like to be added to the tag list :)

Link to next part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/632631074124660736/odins-ward-chapter-7

Tag list: @80strashbag @dark-night-sky-99

[emotionallyupsett]

cuddling with draco

draco loves to cuddle

anytime you both didn’t have a class

the first thing he’d want to do was cuddle

he loves to have his head on your chest

with his arms securely around your waist

and yours wrapped around his shoulders

playing with his hair is a must

if he’s having a bad day, you’re cuddles always seem to lighten up his mood

and if you’re having a bad day, draco will stop you from doing anything and pulling you against his chest

the first time you two cuddled, harry and ron found you two and teased draco for a little while

all up until they saw how peaceful and happy you and draco looked that the teasing stopped

so in conclusion, cuddling is a daily thing :)

[kylorenfanfic]

Long Away - chapter 5

masterlist

Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Words: 1.8k words Note: sorry for any typos, grammar mistakes, etc. Hope y’all enjoy it. Remember reading the ending note :)

You and Kylo Ren stared at each other for a while. You had some short of surprised look on your face, he had a serious look, but his eyes were soft, so were yours. It was like you both were mean to be there in that exact same moment, nothing else mattered for you, only that moment of pure connection. Then it hit you, you were there in the middle of the First Order cruiser, wearing pajamas, staring at the Supreme Leader.

“I- ” you started but you didn’t know what to say, maybe say sorry?

“You felt it too, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice was soft. It was when you recovered yourself.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Sir. I was just-“

“Just what? Going for a walk in the middle of the night?” he took a step closer “no… you felt it.”

“It was almost impossible to not attend the calling,” you declared.

“I know. I am here because of it too.”

“What is this?” you looked so confused

“We were supposed to meet,” he said

“Why?”

“The Force wanted us to.” Then, it hit you, he was feeling the Force in you, you were no longer hiding anymore, he couldn’t make questions about it.

“The Force?” you asked with an incredulous look. “Is this real?”

“I feel it in you. You sense it, don’t you? The feeling.” You had to pretend now on, he had figured out your force sensitiveness and he had to keep thinking you didn’t know about it.

“Yes.”

“You are not alone.” He took another step closer. “I can help you.”

“How?” you actually had a worried look on your face, you felt like a young padawan all over again.

“I can teach you, train you. You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes” you recalled your words from earlier. “Why do you want to help me, we barely know each other”

“Because I don’t want another person being lost and alone inside the Force just like I was once.”

“How you found your way?”

“It was showed to me, just like I want to do for you.”

“It is late” you declared, turning you sight to another direction “I should go back to sleep”

“Meet me tomorrow at the training center. I will send a note with the time by the morning” you nodded and turned away.

You didn’t think about anything on your way back to your room, but once the door closed behind you, you took a deep sigh and asked yourself why did the Force wanted to connect both of you.

 You were in the training center at the time that was in the message sent to you. There were no one in there. You wore legging pants, a skinny t-shirt and lace boots, while your hair was on a messy ponytail; you were comfortable enough for some exercises.

“Hello?” you called out loud waiting for some answer. All you heard was the echo of your own voice. You waited for a bit and decided to leave, you were walking towards the door when it opened with a loud noise and four troopers came in. You got your staff with you and used it to hit the lasers that came from the troopers’ blasters while getting closer to one by one and putting them down. You were almost done with the fourth one when a fifth showed up and you put your knees down to give you movement to your staff hit him on the legs so they would fall, in that movement the messy ponytail dissolved by letting your hair loose, a little bit on your face and you were breathless. You had not even stood up when Kylo Ren walked in the room.

“Was this bullshit part of the training?’’ you asked standing up with an angry tone.

“I thought you could handle them easily since you’re a bounty hunter. You were supposed to fight well.”

“I do.” You looked around in the intention to show the men down.

“You can do better.” He removed his black tunic and let it down on the floor. He was so extravagant. He got his lightsaber on his hand and turned it on, the red light of the saber brightening his face, it transmitted anger, so unlike your own saber –  it was calm. Kylo walked towards you and you didn’t know what he was going to do, but you surely felt when he tried to attack you and you used your staff to protect your body from being hit by his saber. He was attacking you and you were fighting back with your staff, it was a lot harder to hit him than it was to hit the Stormtroopers. The red lightsaber went in the direction of you face and you skived it by putting your head back, you could feel its heat so close, for so close it didn’t hit you. In that moment, you tried to hit him with your staff again and it worked until you tried again and with the saber he cut your staff in two, both pieces falling on the floor.

“You jerk! My staff!” you complained with anger. He didn’t stop and now you had no weapon. You could use the Force to bring one of the fallen blasters of the Stormtroopers, but that would show him you knew how to control the Force somehow, so you ran and got it on the floor and shoot him. The laser hit his saber and he was dodging your shoots with it as closer he would get and with that he had won the fight.

His lightsaber was pointing at you, you were looking at it and then at him, his eyes were crave on you. Your hair was a mess, falling over your face and shoulders, breathing fast trying to recover the air. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his expression was totally blank and you wish you could know what was going on inside his head. He turned the lightsaber off.

“You own me a new staff” you declared.

“Sit” he said and you obey “close your eyes” he were standing up, while you were sitting on the floor with your eyes closed, you could hear him walking around you.

“Do you feel anger?” he asked and you knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to make you get to the Dark Side.

“Yes” you declared, it was a lie, you weren’t thinking about it, you were thinking about anything else.

“What else?”

“I don’t know”

“Feel it.” He pushed.

“Aren’t you mad at someone who hurt you? Aren’t you looking for revenge? Didn’t you go through something shitty that made your life get to the way it is? Or do you think that if you had company and loving ones would you be here where you are right now?” you started to think about it and you tried harder to let it go. “The light is strong in you” he felt, “but I also feel the darkness wanting to grow.”

You took a deep breath.

“What do you see?”

“Nothing.”

“You aren’t trying” he said a bit louder, annoyed.

“Dantooine” you declared. You remembered being in the old temple, alone, during night. Your first night there you were terrified, scared if Ben Solo, now Kylo Ren would find you, kill you. The memory of Hylia being killed. You always felt alone, ever since you lost your parents, the only time you felt good were in your days as a padawan. The man next to you were responsible for ruining it. Dantooine was a warm planet, but sometimes the nights could get really cold, and the silence… oh the silence was the worst part, it was like you were alone in the whole galaxy. You felt fear. What if after all of that happening, you would just go back to Dantooine to hide? Die there? No. You weren’t, you had meet people, good people in the Resistance, they wouldn’t let you alone, would they? Honestly, you spend a short period with them, they probably forgot about you already. Maybe Poe would still remember you, maybe because of the information you were supposed to get. You remembered Rey, how strong she was, but she wasn’t much clever in your point of view, she wanted to become a jedi, oh if only she knew… The jedis, that stupid order, they were supposed to bring peace to the galaxy and-

Your thoughts were cut off by the voice of Kylo speaking.

“You are feeling it, aren’t you?” and he was right, you were feeling it and by hearing his voice you went back on thinking about how he destroyed your good life. Your heartbeat grew faster.

“Release the anger” you started to breath faster, you heard him next to you, he was the one to blame about all that, and now you were allowing yourself to hear him? How could you do that to yourself? What a stupid idea it was to be here and try to do whatever it was inside the First Order. You hated Kylo Ren. You hated all of that, you hate these stupid politics, the people, the planets, the whole goddamn galaxy, everything, everyone. Your heart could explode by now.

“Anger, fear, loneliness” he knew what you were feeling. The rage was unbearable, you had no idea how much of it was inside of you. “You weak” he said at least and you opened your eyes. You couldn’t tell but your eyes were burning with rage and you looked at him. How did he dare? You exploded and went on his direction with your bare hands, trying to punch him, he was surprised, he wasn’t expecting it. All you wanted to do was to kill him, to avenge all you have lost. His hands were dodging your punches, he wasn’t fighting back, just defending himself. You tried to take him down by using your leg to reach his, but he jumped right on time, at that moment he tried to hit your back but you dodged it, feeling a new strength, and your arm hit his neck, he tripped over to the side, and your foot reached his chest, he tripped again. Once more you were trying to hit his face with your fists and when you saw the opportunity your left hand went in the direction of his nose. His large hand got your fist right in front of his nose. He was looking at you, was that proud on his eyes? You were breathless and it was in that situation that you realized what you were doing. You attacked the Supreme Leader.

“I-“ you started. He let go of your hand.

“Good job” he said and turned his back to you, walking towards the door. “I will let you know when the next training is going to happen,” before leaving, he stopped and said “And next time you better have a better attitude, I won’t tolerate your explosions any longer” and he walked out letting you there, staring at the empty room, now thoughtless. A/N: HI! Thanks for reading!!! If you want to know when the next chapters come out, just ask me to be add on the taglist :))  I looove feedback, so please, share, comment, like, whatever, that keeps me writing, it gives me a lot of motivation. Thank you so much once again. Lots of love and see you in the next chapter, hehe, things are getting better and better, I promise.

Chapter 6

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[captialrogers]

Esoteric Lullabies (part 2)

Summary: For [y/n], the majority of her life has been a blur; from the death of her parents to her years spent in the foster system. Nothing in her life has been consistent. That was until she was taken in by a strange boarding house and turned into a glorified cat burglar.

When an easy mission goes south and [y/n] has a chance encounter with a team of former S.H.I.E.L.D agents, she decided to run from her employers. However, this decision turns deadly when — after a year of hiding  — she discovers that not all secrets stay buried in the rubble and some melodies are just too addictive to not listen to.

Warnings: Female reader, dark themes, death, decay, spooky places, ghost, injury

Word Count: 1,570

Genre: AU, Mystery, Adventure, Thriller

Pairing: Bucky x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Playlist / Marvel Masterlist / Character Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 |

On a scale of 1 to 10, this place was a solid 15. It wasn’t the worst place she had ever been, but it certainly wasn’t the best. Natasha licked her lips as she expertly waded through the various hallways filled with debris. “Find anything yet?” She asked, briefly touching the communication device in her ear. 

There was a crackle of static before the person on the other end responded, “Nothing yet, but they could have at least cleaned up a bit before inviting us to visit.” Her partner joked. 

The redhead grimaced and continued to make her way deeper into the abandoned facility. “Let me know if anything comes up.” 

“You bet your ass I will.” 

It was a wonder that Natasha could see anything in the debris. Even with her ingrained skill set, the spy had to really concentrate on her surroundings. In fact, she would have missed the well hidden corridor if it hadn’t been for the fresh tracks leading down it. “I think I found something, Barton. I’ll keep you posted.” Hand inches from her gun, the black widow quickly and quietly made her way down the hallway. As she walked further into the building, the amount of decay seemed to lessen. It made her think that, perhaps this section was kept in operation long after the front of the facility fell into ruin. 

Coming to a set of stairs, Natasha continues to follow the foot prints up and into a large room. Without hesitation, the woman stepped over a body, long forgotten by both time and people. 

Once into the room, the redhead took stock of her surroundings. She was exactly where she needed to be. Records. “Found the objective.” The static that sounded through the comm piece became background noise as Natasha scoured the room for anything that could be of use. It wasn’t until Clint’s voice rang out from behind her did she snap out of her trance. 

“Uh, Nat? I hope to god that’s you and not some man eating science experiment.” 

Confused, the spy spun around, looking for her partner. When she couldn’t see him, she walked towards the direction of his voice. “Clint, where are you?” The woman stopped just in time to see a gaping hole in the concrete and the body of a woman impaled on rods of steel, blood still oozing from her mangled body. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah you’re telling me.” From the side of the injured woman, Clint starred up at the spy, blue eyes wide and full of shock. “Do you think she’s alive?”

As if to answer his question, the body before them jerked and sputtered blood. “I’d take that as a yes. Come on, we need to secure her.” 

“What do you mean, Nat? Clearly she’s done for. Can’t we just get the hell outta dodge? This place gives me the willies.” She gave the man a look and unhooked a climbing hook from her belt. “You’re right. I’m being a wuss.”

She descended gracefully and landed over the woman. With her feet planted firmly on either side of the body, Natasha bent down, checking for a pulse. “Pulse is weak, but if we call for medi-evac she should make it.” Without a second thought, the redhead did just that. “Now help me secure her wounds.”

——

They had run her prints on the way back to HQ but couldn’t find anything. As far as the system knew, this woman was a ghost. In a twisted turn of events, it could have been Natasha laying at the bottom of that hole. No one to come looking for her. It was that thought alone that made the widow glad that they stumbled upon her. No one deserved to die alone. She stood outside of the operating room, watching as skilled surgeons worked to repair the torn body woman’s body. Natasha couldn’t leave this woman, she felt a kinship to her — one phantom to another. 

“Lucky you found her when you did.”

Natasha couldn’t take her eyes from the scene in front of her. “They said she’ll make it.”

“What made you save her? And don’t give me that ‘red ledger’ crap.” Steve had a way of knowing the things she tried to keep hidden. 

“She could have been me, when I still worked… Before Clint found me.” The redhead crossed her arms over her chest.

“So you saw yourself laying there.”

Natasha didn’t answer. Instead, she changed the subject. “Did you find anything in the documents? That place looked like hell, Steve.”

“Bits and pieces, but nothing substantial. What do you think she was doing there? Looking for the same information?”

She didn’t know and so the spy shrugged, the weight of a small object burning a small hole in the pocket of her jacket. When the mysterious woman woke, Natasha would be the first to find out.

—-

The pain in her side had subsided but the pounding in her head continued at full force. The alluring song of the music box swirled around her mind ceasing any and all thoughts she might have had. [y/n] knew this melody, but from where? Where did she know it from? Where?! She tried to lift her hand to ease the ache forming between her brows. But she couldn’t. Her limbs were too heavy to move.

It wouldn’t stop. The sound so familiar that it seemed unsettling. It was on constant replay. Like someone was intentionally playing it. She tried to get it to stop. To push it out of her mind, but it was no use. [y/n] was cursed to hear it for all eternity.   

Light flashed behind her eyes and suddenly she was awake. She stared at the white ceiling above her and blinked slowly, trying to refocus. Where was she? It smelled of antiseptic and bleach which could only mean one thing. She was in a hospital. The moment the woman realized this, she began to panic. The fear of medical personnel — anything medical really — had always been there. With no explanation. She was sure nothing had happened to cause the fear, but there it was. As ugly as always. 

She wanted to scream. To thrash. To pull the tubes and wires from her body. To stop the high pitched beep of the machines telling her that she was alive. 

“Easy there.” A voice said from beside her. “You just had major surgery. Damn near bled out on the table.” A woman’s voice; steady and calming. 

“Where–“ It came out as more of a whisper than she would have liked. [y/n]’s throat hurt and her mouth was dry. She needed water. 

Holding a straw to her lips, the red haired woman urged her to drink. When [y/n] refused, Natasha remained where she was. “Look, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know as soon as you drink something.” She hated bargaining. It was useless and someone always refused to deliver their part of the deal. But something told the spy that this woman would see it through. Which she did. Three long sips later the cup was empty and Natasha was sitting back in her chair waiting for the first of many questions.

“Where am I?” her voice was still half its usual volume, but at least it didn’t hurt to speak.

“In a recovery room. As I said before, you were pretty much dead.”

“That’s not—. Who are you?” [y/n] shifted slightly, pain shooting through her abdomen. She hissed. 

“That doesn’t matter. I have a few questions of my own to ask, so if that’s everything you’d like to know…”

“Who do you work for?” The question was no question at all. It was a demand. Did this redhead woman work for her mysterious employers? Did they come to fulfill their threats? If they did, why didn’t they leave her to die? “Why did you rescue me?”

Natasha held back an irritated sigh. “All you need to know is that you’re safe. Who ever it is that you’re worried about can’t find you here.”

So you think. They have eyes everywhere. No where is safe. [y/n] didn’t say this out loud, instead she closed her eyes and sighed. “What do you want to know?”

Finally, Natasha would get what she wanted. “Why were you at the Re-Genesis facility?”

“I was looking for something.” She could be vague too. If the other woman wasn’t willing to actually answer her questions then neither was she.

“This?” Natasha pulled the small music box from her jacket pocket and held it just out of reach. [y/n] looked at the object with a mixture of fear and anger. “What does it have to do with Re-Genesis?” 

“I don’t know.” She wanted it back. Wanted to feel the weight of it in her hand. The redhead tossed the music box into the air before catching it. [y/n]’s stomach lurched at the thought of the other woman dropping the object. “I’m telling you the truth, okay? I don’t know anything about the facility. I was hired to get in, get what they needed and get out as fast as I could.” She licked her lips and watched as the woman placed the item back into her pocket.

“Who?” Natasha leaned closer, placing her arms on her thighs. “Who hired you?”

“I don’t know. I never have.”

Well. The Black Widow thought, Things are about to get interesting.

[jack-fruit]

Target audience reached, pack it up boys!

All wlw Tsubomi enjoyers are valid but also incorrect I'm sorry this girl is so aro coded

[honeysugarcoves]

May I please make a nsfw request please? As a bisexual disaster of a person lol

Bfd!Bucky and Bfm!Natasha x remale reader. Where she goes home with her roommate(bucky and nats daughter) for the holidays and bucky and natasha give a very very warm welcome. If you dont do threesome thats okay, yoy can choice which one

𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 • 𝐵.𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑠 & 𝑁.𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑓𝑓

pairing: bfd!bucky barnes x reader x bfm!natasha romanoff , reader x rebecca barnes (platonic)

word count: 3.6k

warning: 18+ minors dni, reader is 18+, threesome (ffm), nipple play, kissing, unprotected sex, oral (both f and m receiving), fingering,squirting,pet names (pretty girl,sweetheart,котенок), begging, face sitting (nat sitting on readers face), praising, a bit of degradation,facial,semi dark!Bucky and Nat??

translate: медовый = honey, котенок = kitten (i used google translate so i apologize if this is inaccurate)

request : no | yes

note: my bi panic is rising!!!! thank you anon for this wonderful request. i had so much fun writing this!! ( i got lost in writing so sorry it’s kinda long). like,comment, and reblog☺️🧸🤍!

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“Pretty please. Come on, it's only a week!” Rebecca whines for the 100th time. You roll your eyes at her whines. It’s christmas break, people leaving their dorms going out of town back home. Rebbeca planned going back to New York to be with her parents. You of course was going to stay in your dorm and probably watch horrible christmas movies

“Becca we’ve been over this.” you groan. “I don’t want to go. I’m perfectly fine staying here and watching movies.” you said rolling over in your bed

“Oh come on. You’re only saying that because your parents had to cancel on you.” Becca groans looking at you. That was true. You were planning on going back home to your parents, if they haven't canceled on you to go to Hawaii.

“Hey! I will have you know that they didn’t cancel on me, they simply rescheduled.” you say making Becca chuckle.

You and Becca have been best friends since the beginning of college. You two met while moving into your dorms. She has been there for you ever since. Becca has met your parents before when they made a surprise visit to your dorm in October. However you never met Becca’s parents nor know what they look like.

“C’mon I'm asking you for this one favor. They’re expecting you anyways.” that made you shoot your body up looking at her with shock written all over your face.

“They what now!?” you ask in disbelief. Becca grins at you and nods.

“Yeahh I may or may not have told them you were coming.” Becca says rubbing the back of her neck. You groan loud before dropping back on the bed.

“Becca I'm going to kill you.” you say with a monotone voice. Becca just rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips.

“You know you can’t live without me.” she says winking at you, making you let out a eww and chuckling. You stop laughing and look at her. Her greenish blue eyes give you puppy eyes, her lips pouting. You have a mental battle in your head before looking up at her

“Alright alright fine i’ll go.” you close your eyes, shaking your head. Becca squeals and jumps up and down, letting out a series of ”thanks you” and “you won’t regret this”

“Okay pack up! We’re leaving in two hours.” she states happily walking out the room. You sigh not wanting to go. This is about to be a long week.

Becca pulls up to her parents house. It’s kinda what you expected. A two story house, a little garden on the front lawn, white picket fence, lawn nice and cut. Looks like a modern house in a movie.

“Damn Bec’s. This is a kinda nice house.” you say admiring the house from the outside. Becca laughs at your adoration of the house.

“It’s basic as fuck” she chuckles turning off the car. You both get out of the car and get your bags from the back seat. You packed light because it’s only a week and there isn’t much to do during the winter.

You walk to the front door ringing the doorbell. Nervousness running through your body. You look down and see the doormat that has “Barnes” written in cursive. What if they don’t like you? What if they don’t think you’re a good friend for Becca?

“Welcome home darling!” a soft voice brings you out of your thoughts. You look up to see short red headed women, green eyes soft and welcoming, lips plump and painted red from her lipstick. She has on a tight red dress that shows her curves in the right places. She pulls Becca into a hug swinging them side to side.

“Hey mom! This is Y/N. The girl I was telling you about.” Becca says, pulling away from the hug. The woman turns her head and looks at you, making eye contact. You could’ve sworn you saw lust in her eyes for a second before it turns back to welcoming.

“Hi Mrs.Barnes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” you say sticking your hand out. The woman looks down at your hand before pulling you into a tight hug. You let out a huff, face scrunching at how tight the hug is. You turn to look at Becca who just gives you a shrug smiling. The woman pulls away and looks at you in the eyes.

“Sorry. I’m a hugger and please call me Nat.” Nat says. Nat… why does that name sound so good. “Now let’s go inside. It’s cold out here.” Nat says pulling you out of your thoughts. You all agree and head inside.

You all walk to the living room and see a tall man standing there. Broad shoulders, shoulder length hair, salt and pepper scruffy beard, piercing blue eyes meeting yours, he has a smile on his face… almost excited to see you??

“Welcome home doll.” He greets Becca. Becca walks towards him and pulls him into a bone crushing hug. Yeah she’s definitely a daddy’s girl.

“Hi dad. I missed you.” she says, sounding muffled from her face buried into his chest. The man chuckles, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“Missed you too doll.” he says smiling warmly. “You’re not going to introduce me to your friend?” he asks, looking up at you. Becca pulls away mumbling a quick sorry.

“Dad, this is Y/N, my roommate. Y/N this is my dad.” Becca introduces. You smile nervously, holding your hand out to shake. He takes your hand into his, giving it a good shake. Gosh your hand feels so tiny in his big ones.

“Hi Mr.Barnes. Pleasure to meet you.” you say shyly. The man chuckles softly before pulling his hand away.

“Please call me Bucky.” he says. Bucky… why does that name also sound so good. Wonder what it would sound like if you were moaning his name.

“Well you girls go ahead and get settled. Becca please show Y/N to the guest room. Dinner will be ready soon.” Nats voice breaks you out of your trance once again. Becca nods and tells you to follow her.

As you’re walking up the stairs you feel eyes burning into the back of your head. You turn and see both Nat and Bucky staring at you with lustful eyes. You also saw Bucky eyes trailing down to your ass. What the hell is going on?

A few hours later and you’re settled into the guest room. It's nothing special. A queen size bed with a white headboard, a full body mirror in the corner, white dresser and nightstands. You already unpacked your clothes, folding them neatly into the draws. You’re currently laying on the bed on your phone scrolling through social media when you hear a knock on the door. You look up and see Mr.Barn- Bucky leaning in the doorframe.

“Hey. Dinners ready.” he says looking at you, well more like looking at your body. You changed out of your clothes into a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top. That didn’t go unnoticed by the way he was trailing his eyes up and down your body.

“Thank you Mr.Barnes. I’m a little underdressed.” you say looking down at the floor. You hear footsteps approaching you. A soft warm hand touches your chin making you face up at him. His blue eyes piercing at your eyes.

“Sweetheart, it's okay. It’s just dinner. Becca has also changed out of her clothes. Don’t sweat sweetheart.” he says softly. You look at him nodding

His grip on your chin tightens making you flinch slightly. “Also i told you to call me Bucky not Mr.Barnes. I don’t like repeating myself sweetheart.” he says, his tone showing nothing but dominance. You nod. His grip tightens.

“Words sweetheart.” he says, words harder and deeper

“Yes sir.” you said, voice sounding pathetic. Almost like your submitting to him

He smirks at your pathetic voice. His hand drops from your chin. He walks away without a word. You’re just sitting there, in pure shock at what just happened.

Dinner was a very.. awkward experience. You sat there while Becca was talking about school and her classes. You only speak when spoken to. You felt Nats and Bucky staring at you. You just ignored their stares and kept eating in silence hearing Becca talk about her classes.

You’re currently laying in bed staring up at the ceiling. Somehow you couldn't help but stop thinking about the experience earlier with Bucky. The way his voice dropped when he spoke to you. The grin on his face after you called him sir.

Nat was no better. Her perfect curves imprinted in your mind, those beautiful plump lips, her eyes when she gave you a lustful look.

It started getting hot, so you decided to go get some water. Crawling out of bed softly not wanting to wake anyone up. You walk down the stairs to the kitchen. It’s dark and quiet so you assumed everyone’s asleep… or so you thought. Getting a bottle of water from the fridge, closing the door softly you yelp loudly at Nat standing right there in front of you.

“Shhh sorry медовый, didn’t mean to startle you now.” she says quietly, chuckling. You chuckle softly, placing a hand over your chest.

“I’m sorry Mrs.Barn- I mean Nat.” you say. You notice she’s no longer laughing. Looking at you with hardened lustful eyes. Uh oh.

“What did I tell you earlier котенок.” she says, voice dropping to nothing but control and lust. You instantly gulp at her tone. Is this deja vu? Is this really happening?

“I’m sorry Mrs. Barn- I mean Nat. It’s just a habit.” you say trying to get your way out of the situation, but you can’t.

Nat looks at you, her green eyes almost black now. She grabs your arm pulling you back upstairs towards her shared room with Bucky. She opens the door and you see Bucky in nothing but boxer briefs. He shoots his head up, smirking when he sees you but that turns into a frown when he sees the frown on Nat's face.

“What’s up doll?” he asked Nat curiously

“Seems like this dumb котенок can’t seem to do what we tell her.” she says gripping your arm even tighter. Bucky just hums

“Is that so? You’re being disobedient honey?” he asks in a teasing tone. You're a stuttering mess. Words not forming correctly in your head. They both chuckle at your stuttering.

“You broke the dumb slut Buck, however she does need to be taught a lesson for disobeying. What do you think babe?” Nat asks her husband. He looks at her then you. He moves to the edge of the bed.

“Bend her over my legs, doll.” he demands. Nat happily opens pushing you to Bucky making you trip over his leg. You’re now bent over his leg, his big strong arms trapping you so you can’t get out. You feel your shorts being pulled down revealing your panties.

You don’t hear anything,no movement or anything. Then you feel something. A hard slap on your ass. You couldn’t help but yelp loudly and jump forward. They both shush you.

“Hush now, pretty girl. Don’t want to wake Becca up, do we now?” Nat says softly, hand cradling your face. As much as you’re ashamed to,you shake your head. Both Bucky and Nat have a shit eating grin. Bucky continues to slap your ass, you try to contain your yelps but everytime one slips out Nat instantly shushes you with a nip on your neck.

“Fuck pretty girl you’re all wet for us.” Bucky admires after the 20th slap he sent to your ass. Ass sore from the impact of the hits, but somehow that turned you on even…more? You feel heat on your cheeks from embarrassment. Nat looks down to see the wet spot on your panties. Nat moans at the sight.

“God damn котенок. You really want this huh?” she asks, running her fingers over your clothed pussy. You instantly whine at the feeling. “Oh we’re gonna have so much fun with you котенок”

You’re coming down from your high as Nat licks you clean with her tongue. Bucky hand over your mouth as he sucks your nipple, his other hand pinching and rolling the other hard bud in his hand.

“How does she taste hun?” he ask Nat, whose face is cover in your wetness

“So fuckin sweet.” she hums. Nat takes one more lick from your entrance to your cunt before switching places with Bucky. Nat instantly takes your nipple in her mouth. Sucking and biting the hard bud

Meanwhile Bucky is looking at your hard clit. Admiring the way it looks, throbbing and impatient. He instantly attacks your clit. Sucking and licking the bud, making you whine as quietly as you can. He brings one of his fingers to your entrance slowly pushing it in. You mewl at the feeling of his finger rubbing against your wall.

Nat moves her lips from your nipples to your lips, kissing you softly to which you respond almost immediately . She nips at your bottom lip asking for access. You give you access as your tongue fights for dominance, she easily wins.

Bucky adds another finger to your dripping cunt. His digits knuckle deep in you. His finger tips hitting your g-spot making you whimper in Nats mouth every time it rubs it. He hits your g-spot again pressing down on you. You instantly moan loudly in Nat's mouth.

“Mghh pretty girl, is that the spot,pretty girl?” Bucky asks, taking his mouth away from your clit. You nod furiously as Nat takes her mouth away from you leaning down in front of your clit next to Bucky. Bucky and Nat kiss each other vigorously. Bucky's other hand moves to the back of her head pulling her in more.

You whimper at the sight. The knot in your stomach tightens as you feel your high approaching. Your cunt clenching his fingers tighter and tighter. Bucky notices this and pulls away from the kiss. “You gonna cum pretty girl?”

You let out a soft “yes” whining more and more as your orgasm gets closer and closer. “Cum for us котенок. Make a mess all over his finger.” Nat rasp, getting wetter and wetter at the sight of you approaching your orgasm. You let out a silent scream as you orgasm hits, pussy clenching Bucky's finger hard, your juices hitting both Nat and Bucky in the face. You’re shaking and trembling unaware of the action going on.

You come down from your high panting and shaking from the intense orgasm you just had.

“Fhuck pretty girl.” Bucky rasp

You look down and see both Bucky and Nat soaking from your juices. You look at them wide eyed not knowing what you just did.

“Hot damn котенок. Didn't know you could do that huh?” Nat rasp still in shock from what just happened. You feel heat on your cheeks, you cover your face embarrassed at what just occurred. Nat and Bucky slowly pry your hand from your face looking up at you.

“Don’t hide, pretty girl. That was fuckin hot.” Bucky says making you less embarrassed

“‘M sorry. I didn’t know I could do that.” you say nervously.

“Don’t apologize, pretty girl. But I need my cock in you. Nat doll, how about you sit on her face.” Bucky suggested. You and Nat both agree as Bucky takes his finger out of your cunt making you whine at the loss of contact. They take off their clothes and underwear, stripping themselves both naked. And hot damn were you impressed.

Nat’s curves look stunning in all the right places, her big perky boobs, nipples harden from arousal. You can practically see how wet she is from her arousal, wetness all in her inner thigh.

But Bucky is built like a Greek god. Toned abs, broad shoulders, strong muscular arms, his perfect V line leading to hard raging dick. He’s a bit over average but his girth, his head red and angry dripping with pre cum begging for some type of release.

You rub your thighs together begging for some type of pleasure by the sight of their naked forms. That doesn’t go unnoticed by them making them even more desperate for you as well.

“P-please. I need ya. I need you so fuckin’ bad.” You whine squirming in desperation

“Aww котенок. You’re so desperate it's pathetic. Don’t worry, we'll take care of you.” Nat says cradling your cheek and kissing your forehead. Nat climbs on top of you, her dripping cunt right there over you. Gosh she even smells so fuckin sweet. You immediately go to work, putting your hands on her hips bringing her down to your watering mouth. You take one good stride from her entrance to her clit, staying and sucking at the hardened bud.

“Holy f-fhuck котенок. Shit you know what you’re doin.” Nat moans gripping the headboard. You smirk and continue to lap,suck, and nip at her clit. Bucky gets in front of you spreading your legs. Your glistening cunt begging for release, and he was going to give that to you.

Bucky rubs the underside of his dick between your folds, getting it nice and coated. He positions his head to your entrance and pushes in slowly. You moan on Nats cunt by the way his thick member stretches you. Bucky moans at how tight your cunt is, warm and almost made for him.

“F-fhuck pretty girl. You’re so fuckin’ tight.” He groans as he begins thrusting in and out of you.

The pleasure of Bucky’s dick moving in and out of you, hitting all of your spots perfectly. Your moans sending vibrations to Nat clit making her shake and grip the headboard tighter by the way you’re eating her cunt.

“Holy-shit котенок. Fuck you’re ‘gonna make me cum” Nat moans. You squeeze her hips moving her back and forth on your face. Nat grinds on your face getting closer to her orgasm.

“Cum for us doll. I wanna see you cum all over our pretty girl face.” Bucky rasp pounding into you harder and faster. Nat instantly cums at Bucky’s words. Shaking and trembling on your face. You moan at the taste of her juices, lapping and cleaning her up.

“Fuck pretty girl you ‘gonna cum? Come on, give it to us. I can feel you so close.” Bucky groans. He feels your orgasm approaching by the way your cunt is clenching him, pulsing around his thick member. Nat gets off of your face and goes down to your body. She gets to your clit and starts licking and sucking at it, that makes your orgasm approach even faster. Series of praises start coming out of their mouths.

“That’s it pretty girl, c’mon”

“Give it to us котенок.”

“Such a good fuckin girl for us.”

You instantly cum at their praises. Juices coating Bucky’s dick and Nat's face. You put your hand on your mouth to muffle your screams but the pleasure is too much. You come down from your high trembling from the intense orgasm. Bucky pulls out of you getting off the bed to the edge.

“Fuck pretty girl i was so fuckin’ close. Come taste yourself on my cock, c’mon be a good fuckin’ slut.” Bucky rasp. Both you and Nat get off the bed kneeling in front of Bucky's throbbing member.

You wrap your lips around Bucky's head. Sucking and licking at it. Bucky couldn’t handle the teasing and pushes your head down his dick, his head hitting the back of your throat making you gag in it. Nat takes his balls in her mouth sucking at the sack. Bucky groans, throwing his head back at the feeling.

You move your head back and forth on his dick, your tongue licking the head. Nat goes up and kitten licks the part you can’t reach. Bucky feels his orgasm approaching. He pulls both of you off and starts jerking himself off. “Fuck girls. M’gonna cum. Beg for my cum pretty girl.” He moans.

“Please give me your cum. I need it please. I want it all over my face.” you whimper. Your words set Bucky off. He shoots his cum all over yours and Nat's face,eyes close and face scrunched in pleasure. You both close your eyes and stick your tongues out to catch some on your tongue. Bucky groans coming down from his high. He opens his eyes and nearly gets hard again at the sight of you and Nat face coming in his come.

“Fuck girls. You look so pretty with my cum all over your face.” he rasp. You and Nat chuckles at the mess on each other's faces. You bring your finger to your face, getting off a shot of cum bringing it to your mouth. You moan at the taste of his cum. Sweet and salty.

“This is gonna be a fun week котенок”

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NCT Dream m.list

Fluff✨/ Angst☁️/ Smut🍑/Suggestive🍒 Please do not engage with work marked as Smut 🍑 if you are underage!

🌳 Full length fics 

Mark

Prove It (🍑) length: 2.1k Mark with a big dick x reader Where you can’t believe that Mark has the biggest dick in Dream

My first and last (✨/🍑) length: 2.6k boyfriend Mark x female reader Where the Dreamies can’t believe you and Mark never slept together before

May I be blunt? (🍑) length: 4k stoner Mark x female reader Where you meet Mark at a party and suddenly see him in a different light

Renjun

Sweet Temptation (✨/🍑) length: 6.2k poolboy Renjun x older female reader Where you have a little thing for your parents’ poolboy

Jeno

Love shot (✨) length: 8.5k hockey player Jeno x reader Where you’re receiving love letters from an unknown admirer

Strong Arms and Sparkly Eyes (🍑) length: 1.3k slightly subby Jeno x female reader Where you find out something new about your boyfriend

Sugar and Spice (🍑) length: 2.1k sugar baby Jeno x older female reader Where your company dinner takes a welcome turn

Everlong (✨) length: 6.1k 90s grunge boy Jeno x female reader Where you move back to your hometown to find that your childhood best friend has... changed

Sleeping beauty  (🍑) length: 1.5k Nomin x female reader Where you and Jaemin wake up your sleeping boyfriend in a special way

Dirty Surprises (🍑) length: 4.2k Nomin x female reader Where Jeno and you have some surprises for Jaemin

Baby Fever (🍑/✨) length: 1.9k Husband Jeno x female reader Where Jeno and you want to start a family

Morning Sweetness (🍑) length: 1.5k sub Jeno x female reader1 Where you discover something new about your boyfriend

Cumming home (🍑) length: 1.8k army husband Jeno x female reader Where your husband finally comes home from deployment

Back 2 U (AM 02:09)  (🍑/ minor✨/minor☁️) length: 5.4k fuckbuddy(?) Jeno x female reader Where Jeno demands a good luck kiss for his game in the middle of the night

After Midnight (🍑) length: 2.4k Nomin x female reader Where you wake up in the middle of the night and have a problem

Us against the world (✨) length: 2.1k Nomin x female reader  Where one of your boyfriends feels a little insecure

Sizing it up (🍑) length: 1.5k boyfriend Jeno x female reader Where Jeno prepares you for the real deal

Hurricane chaser (✨/☁️)

Lingering Scars (✨/☁️/🍑)

Haechan

Motivation (🍑) length: 3.2k Gamer boyfriend Haechan x female reader feat. Jeno Where your boyfriend’s teammate needs a little more motivation to do his best.

Jaemin

Make your night (🍑) length: 1.7k soft dom Jaemin x female reader Where your boyfriend comes home late at night and you make up for missed time

Scream for me  (🍑) length: 4.2k soft dom Jaemin x female reader Where you beg your boyfriend to take care of you and he can never say no to his baby

Sleeping beauty  (🍑) length: 1.5k Nomin x female reader Where you and Jaemin wake up your sleeping boyfriend in a special way

Dirty Surprises (🍑) length: 4.2k Nomin x female reader Where Jeno and you have some surprises for Jaemin

Office Affairs (🍑) length: 1.6k coworker Jaemin x female reader Where you want to fulfill one of Jaemin’s fantasies for his birthday

After Midnight (🍑) length: 2.4k Nomin x female reader Where you wake up in the middle of the night and have a problem

Us against the world (✨) length: 2.1k Nomin x female reader Where one of your boyfriends feels a little insecure

Stained Crimson (✨) length: 1.8k fledgling Jaemin x remale reader x sire Jeno Where Jaemin isn’t quite used to his new body

Cloud Nine (🍒)  length: 1.8k pilot Jaemin x female reader Where you get off of a long flight and want to relax

Chenle

Crimson tears (☁️)

00 line

Sweet Mornings (✨) length: 2.0k dream 00 line x reader Where there of course cannot be a normal morning in your household.

🌱 Drabbles and Timestamps 

Mark

[01:10] + Hands (🍒/🍑)

[18:14] + Shoulders (✨/🍒)

Mark + strap on  (🍒/🍑)

Mark + overstimulation (🍑)

Mark +  cunilingus (🍑/🍒)

Renjun

[17:30] + Shoulders (✨)

Renjun + mommy kink (🍒/🍑)

Jeno

[00:05] (🍑)

[00:27] (☁️)

[20:29] + Balls (🍑)

[18:37] + Thigh (🍒/🍑)

[22:09] + Nipples (🍒/🍑)

Jeno + Olympic figure skater (✨?)

Jeno + Stripper  (🍒)

Jeno + Personal trainer (✨)

Jeno + Doggy Daycare Owner (✨)

Jeno + Prince (✨/🍒?)

Jeno + Doctor ( 🧊 /🍒?)

Jeno and Haechan + voyeurism  (🍒/🍑)

Jeno + collaring  (🍒)

Jeno +  Katoptronophilia (🍒)

Kitten play (1) (🍒),  (2) (🍑),  (3) (🍒),

Soft dom Jeno (🍑)

Jeno’s thighs (🍑)

Jeno’s hands (🍑)

Jeno’s fingers (🍒)

Army husband Jeno (🍒)

Jeno’s waist (🍒)

Jeno helping you fall asleep (✨)

Haechen

[16:42] + Torso (✨)

Haechan + Primo ballerino (✨) + spicy sequel (🍑)

Haechan + Babysitter (🍒)

Jeno and Haechan + voyeurism  (🍒/🍑)

Haechan + exhibitionism (🍒/🍑)

Haechan + Orgasm denial (🍑)

Jaemin

[22:14] + Clit (🍑)

[08:30] + Back (🍒)

Jaemin + Preschool teacher (✨)

Jaemin + Teacher (🍒)

Jaemin + Professional Dancer (🍒)

Jaemin + face sitting  (🍒/🍑)

Jaemin + gagging (🍑)

Jaemin + barebacking (🍑/🍒)

Birthday drabbles

Kitten play (🍒)

Chenle

Jisung

Reactions

Mark + 00 line in lingerie (🍒)

Mark + 00 line: squirting (🍒)

Dreamies ideal type (✨)

Others

Seven princes

Series 

Jeno

Sugar and Spice (✨/🍑/☁️?/slow burn?) Chapters 4/? sugar baby Jeno x older female reader Where Jeno is a struggling university student and you don’t have time for a relationship but crave intimacy 

Everlong (mostly ✨/ some ☁️) Collection of different scenarios 90s grunge boy Jeno x female reader Where opposites do seem to attract even though below the surface, you might not be so different after all 

Hybridverse

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The Flip of A Coin

Hi all! I’m still hanging around - the HBC is hosting another theme this week, the HBC Lucky Charms - Today’s prompt is Gold Coin - thanks to the HBC especially @the-th-horniest-book-club​

Mobster Loki x remale reader

Word count: 384

Clink. An almost imperceptible whistle in the air sounded. Clink. The whistle came and went again. Clink. He barely leaned into the column as a squeal of tires could be heard in the distance. His attention stayed riveted on you. He watched as your legs moved elegantly beneath the black knee length skirt; your trench coat cinched around you, highlighting your hourglass shape. Your hat dipped teasingly over your face, covering your hair and eyes from his perusal. Clink.

“Do you have it?” Your voice was throaty, raspy, as if you had just stumbled out of bed. His bed, he thought as an image of sinking between those legs crossed his mind.

He flipped the gold coin into the air again, then once more before straightening up to his full height. “I do. Did your boss give you what I asked for?”

You scowled but nodded, crossing your arms under your ample bosom. His lips curled just a bit as his gaze was drawn to your chest. You huffed and he dragged his gaze upwards. His breath caught as he stared at your beautiful face. His grin turned wolfish. “And you still came willingly? Steve must be losing his touch to send one of his best girls.”

You wanted to roll your eyes but Steve had warned you that Loki was the one mobster in town that he had no control over, no inkling about his intentions, and you needed to stay sharp if you wanted to get intel for your boss. “Steve and I agreed I was the best… one for this. Are you going to keep your end of the deal or not?”

Loki nodded then faded from view; you could hear the clacking of expensive Italian leather shoes coming from the opposite direction. In one hand was the scepter and the other hand held a bag, sagging from its contents. Loki tossed the bag at the guys standing by the beat-up Chevy you had come in; a few gold coins spilled out as the bag landed with a loud thud.. “This should be enough to tide Steve and his cohorts over for a bit.” He grabbed you by the arm and yanked you to him, his warm breath fanning your face. “It’s time to see if you really are the best.”

[bimbo-jk]

bitchin’ rides: the sequel | jjk

pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x female!reader

genre: racer!au, smut, angst (kinda), jealousy, fluff

warnings: another wild ride (lol get it?), racing, dangerous driving, street racing, jealous, sex, angry sex, choking, face slapping, blood choking (he’s like really jealous lol), unprotected sex (stay safe), creampies (yes multiple), cockwarming, creaming, cum eating (sigh), cum play (lol), cum drinking (yes, again), spanking, hair pulling, oral (remale and male receiving), bondage, overstimulation, forced/multiple orgasms, dirty talk. 

summary: you and Jungkook have known each other for 8 months, and have been dating for 6 1/2 months. he’s still racing and you’re still in college, close to earning your associate’s degree. problems arise, however, when his racer buddies show up at your front door; his jealousy.

Turning over and yawning, you wince slightly at the annoying alarm going off on your boyfriend’s cellphone, causing you to groan, pressing snooze. Noticing Jungkook is still sound asleep, you untangle his arm from around your waist, rolling out of the bed, yawning and then stretching. Slipping into his, quite large, white t-shirt, you head downstairs to cook breakfast for the both of you. 

Flipping the pancake in the pan, you exhale as you feel a pair of cool hands lift up your (his) shirt and begin to leave a trail of goosebumps as they travel up your thighs and to your hips, exposing your upper thighs and lower belly. You feel his lips press against the quickly heating skin of your neck. He begins sucking over a bruise he placed there last night, darkening it. You begin to feel yourself getting slick, your panties sticking to your center uncomfortably. You whine when he squeezes your hips. “Jungkook, what about breakfast”, you huff out. He presses his erection into your ass, smirking against your skin, “I want you for breakfast, baby”.

He flips you around turning the stove off and lifting you onto the counter. Dropping the spatula, you open your legs and he steps between them, placing kisses against your temple. Wrapping your bare thighs around his waist, you kiss up his jawline, sucking your own version of dark marks into his unblemished skin. A breathless chuckle leaves his lips at the whimper that graces his skin, forced out of your mouth at his unexpected fingers plucking at your nipples. “You’re so beautiful”, he murmurs, twisting your hardened buds in his gentle yet firm grip. You whine, enjoying how easily he can draw this submissive side out of you. You just loved how he could get you there so quickly.

A knock at the front door causes him to halt, your eyes fluttering open in confusion; you didn’t hear a thing. Of course, until a deep male voice called out, “Jeon”, and your boyfriend let out a slightly irritated sigh, lifting his head from the crevice in your neck. His jaw ticks as he finally catches your gaze, “Go get dressed”, and to avoid your upcoming protests, he places four quick pecks to your lips. He attempts to pull away, but you whine, tightening your thighs around his waist, “Daddy”, and he sighs, already beginning to feel his cock stiffening, “Baby, please don’t do this right now”, and they knock again. You stare, pouting for a moment, before ultimately releasing his waist. He flashes his bunny teeth at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Thank you, cheonsa”, he whispers against your skin before rushing off to answer the door, and as he does, you hop off the counter and head upstairs to get dressed in something a bit more appropriate.

Changing in the bedroom, you hear your front door open and soft voices from behind the closed door. Doing the basics, you hurry to finish getting dressed before you’re exiting the shared bedroom and out to the living room, six different men standing around and Jungkook in the middle. 

You stand in the doorway for a while longer before Jungkook turns his head and sends you a soft smile, motioning you over to come sit on his lap. Doing so, he wraps his arm around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, half interested in what his ‘friends’ are saying. Half of his attention is on you, his lips rubbing against the shell of your ear before he ultimately turns his attention back to the men speaking. 

It seems like you’ve caught the end of the conversation, however, because by the time you actually tune into listening, they seem like they’re waiting for your boyfriend’s response. 

Clearing his throat, Jungkook speaks up, “Well, if they want a race, then we’ll give them one. What’s their bet”, he hums, his hand dropping down to your lower back. They all send each other a look before the leader of the group seems to let out a heavy sigh, sending a glance your way. 

“Well, if you lose, they want Y/n..”, he mutters, trying to gauge how violent Jungkook’s reaction would be. Surprisingly, he stays silent, but what gives him away is the grip at your lower waist, tightening and making you shift in his lap. “You don’t have to take up the bet, of course, but Jungkook you’re our best racer and we need this territory. You’ve never lost a race, this time wouldn’t be any different, just what’s at stake.”

The guy has a point and instead of being afraid, you turn to Jungkook and grab his arm, squeezing it before kissing the bridge of his nose and he looks at you. “They have a point”, you start, your voice soothing the fire in his eyes, “We both know you wouldn’t lose me. Just do it”, and his eyes widen. He looks at you for a few seconds before nodding, his eyes darting back to his friends.

“Fine, when’s the race?”

“Tonight.”

Pulling up to the starting line, you rest your hand on Jungkook’s thigh, feeling the way his muscles tense in anxiety. Tracing a pattern on his jeans, you look up at him and find his eyes staring straight at you, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “You don’t need to do this”, he murmurs under his breath, his hand dropping to squeeze yours.

“I know, but I want to. I believe in you, baby”, you whisper, leaning across the arm rest to kiss his lips, “You won’t let them win”, you murmur against his plush skin. Jungkook kisses you back with fervor, his hand coming to cup the back of your neck possessively. 

Climbing out of the car, you watch as Jungkook makes his way over to his crew, waving at them while he leaves you resting against the hood of his car. Your eyes follow him before your friend Natasha steps into view, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. “Y/n! I’ve missed you”, she mumbles into your shoulder, rubbing your back before pulling away and smiling at you. 

“Hey Natts, what’re you doing here”, you ask her, scooting over to make room against the car. She leans back with you and eyes her own lover, Taehyung. “Came to support Tae, you know we’ve been dating now”, she chuckles. You laugh, rolling your eyes, “No shit? Really”, you sarcastically remark before giggling along with your friend. 

Suddenly, though, Nat stops laughing before arching her eyebrow. “What the fuck is she doing”, she mutters, nodding her head towards the guys. Looking over, you catch Jungkook’s ex girlfriend Carly, her hands wrapped around her bicep as she laughs at something that no one else found funny. Jungkook seems uneasy but nevertheless, laughs along with her. 

A fire of jealousy burns in your belly as you push off from the car, making your way around dancing bodies until you’re standing behind Carly. Clearing your throat, she turns around and immediately stops grinning. Jungkook does the same, shrugging her hands off and fixing his eyes on your face, trying to figure out your reaction. You do nothing but step around her and tuck yourself into Jungkook’s side, his hand coming to securely wrap around your waist. 

“Hey there, Carrie”, you mutter, purposely fucking up her name, “How’ve you been?”. She rolls her eyes before crossing her arms, “It’s Carly-”, you cut her off. “I don’t fucking care. Keep your hands to yourself, or I’ll break them off”, you hiss, and Jungkook whips his head down to look at you, his eyes widened slightly. 

She huffs before stomping off, her flimsy skirt swaying behind her. Jungkook turns to you before biting his lip, “Someone’s a bit jealous, aren’t they”, he chuckles, pulling you closer by your hips. You chuckle before twisting out his grip, “Yeah, whatever”, and sulk back over to your bestfriend. Jungkook watches with a smirk on his face, shaking his head before turning to finish going over the plan with his crew. 

Once you’re in front of your bestfriend, you’re about to inform her about what happened but someone’s hands wrap around your waist instead, and you have the split thought it’s your boyfriend. But a different voice proves you wrong.

Jungkook should’ve been paying more attention to you, especially considering how you were dressed. That thought hits him when his eyes find you struggling to get one of his racing opponents off you.

What the fuck?

You don’t know what you expected Jungkook to do once he saw the guy harassing you, but you knew it probably wasn’t going to be gentle. What you didn’t expect was for Jungkook to snatch him off you and deliver a firm punch to the guy’s mouth. He swears at the undoubtedly hard hit, blood pooling in his mouth as he speaks, “What the fuck was that for, Jeon”, and Jungkook’s jaw ticks, anger swimming in his eyes. “Keep your hands off my girl”, he all but growls. 

Grabbing your elbow, he pulls you away from the crowd and back towards the starting line. Walking up to the passenger side of his car, he opens the door and nudges you toward it, “Get in the car, Y/n”, and before you reply, he presses his lips to yours hard, his eyes open and staring into your own; there was a burning jealousy in his gaze, mixed with anger, love and adoration all at once. Guilt consumes you and you obediently slide into the seat once he breaks the kiss, the door slamming shut behind you. 

A few minutes later, he’s sitting next to you on the driver’s side, checking his car and testing god knows what without even sparing you a glance. You decide to use the uncomfortable silence as a chance to actually speak up, “Jungkook, I can explain-”, and his head whips to look at you. “Stop talking, Y/n”, and your mouth shuts instantly. “I don’t feel like talking about the fact I can’t trust my girlfriend alone”, he mutters carelessly as if that one sentence didn’t just cause your heart to stutter in your chest. Jungkook could be cruel when he was upset, but it still didn’t stop the gasp that left your lips and his head turned to actually look at you. The obvious hurt on your face and the tears pooling in your eyes caused his mouth to open, but before he could speak, knuckles knock at the driver side window.

Turning your head as tears fall down your cheeks, you listen as your face reflects on the window. “Are you ready”, the referee asks, and Jungkook sighs before nodding, rolling his window back up and starting his engine. He looks over at you and rubs your thigh, sighing quietly before leaning over to kiss your cheek; an apology. “Baby, put your seat belt on.”

A few minutes pass and the referee is counting down. Nervousness pools in your gut, but you notice Jungkook is calm so you try to relax and give off good vibes to keep the atmosphere steady. The last thing you need is for Jungkook to lose because of your nerves. Nodding at the ref, Jungkook revs his engine and the opponent revs back. You watch the racers standing at the edges to cheer for your boyfriend. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as the referee drops the flag and Jungkook’s foot slams down on the gas pedal, the car racing forward. 

Jungkook’s knuckles turn white with the strength of his grip on the steering wheel, his other hand shifting to grip the gear stick. Coming up on a turn, Jungkook doesn’t hit the corner fast enough, his opponent jumping the curb and snatching that small width of space and pulling ahead. You hear your boyfriend swear, his jaw tight with irritation at the action. You grab his hand on the gear stick, squeezing it reassuringly. His head snaps to you, forgetting you were there, and then his gaze drops to your hand and back to the road. He needed more.

In a short burst of courage, you let his hand go and scoff, “Cmon Kook, are you really about to let this fucker win”, you ask rhetorically, “Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe he’ll actually please me”, you snap, wanting to give life to the possessiveness living inside him. Lucky for you both, it works, the idea of losing you getting under his skin. Just as the finish line is approaching, Jungkook turns on his nitro boost and his car jets past the other, crossing the finish line first. 

He yanks the steering wheel, halting the car and getting out, the opponent pulling past and stopping as well. Watching, you see Jungkook shake his hand, his eyes still dark. You also watch as his crew member and friend, Jimin, approaches him and asks your boyfriend what time he’s coming to the victory party. But to your surprise,Jungkook shakes his head and heads back towards you and the car. Opening his car door, he slides in next to you, closing the door and pulling out his phone. You watch as he orders something and then slips it back into his pocket, starting the engine and heading in the opposite direction. 

“Kook, why aren’t you going to your victory party-”, but he shushes you, stopping at a red light. He peeks over at you before tilting his head, “I’ll be too busy teaching my girl how to watch her mouth”.

Stopping in front of your apartment complex, Jungkook parks at the curb and tells you to get out as he does the same, locking the doors. Before you can begin walking to the door, Jungkook scoops you up into his arms, throwing your smaller body over his shoulder. You yelp as he delivers a firm spank to your ass, no doubt leaving a mark. Chuckling darkly, he opens your front door and sets you down on your feet, a smirk on his face.

Before you even get the chance to speak, Jungkook’s hand comes up and grasps your throat tightly, cutting off a sliver of oxygen. You don’t fight back, letting him back you up against the door and pressing you to it. His eyes glow with lust and that familiar fire; jealousy. He gives you a sinister smile, squeezing to the point where your mouth drops open in a gasp, drool pooling on your tongue. Jungkook takes the chance to spit into your mouth, gripping your jaw with his other hand and forcing it closed. “Swallow”, he growls. You do. 

Your eyes close when he begins to lean forward, instead of pressing a kiss to your lips, he sucks your bottom flesh between his teeth, gnawing at the soft, plush lip and enjoying the whimper that creeps up your throat. He swallows it down, his hand tightening around your throat more. Your eyes begin to roll and you stomp your foot, the lack of oxygen causing your head to swim in arousal and adrenaline. 

He latches his lips over yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth, stepping forward to press his body against yours. In a fit of brattiness, you playfully nip at his tongue causing him to grunt in irritation. He pulls away, slapping your cheek slightly and you let out a whine. To shut you up, Jungkook drops his hands from your figure, instead reaching down to remove his belt. You know what’s coming next, instinctively holding out your wrists. 

The corners of his mouth lift up into an approving grin, beginning to wrap the belt around your wrists, effectively tying you up. Looking into his eyes, you see that gentleness fade, his gaze now holding the darkness it did before. 

Excited, he pushes you down by your shoulder to your knees, looking down at you expectantly. Without breaking eye contact, he continues to unbuckle his jeans, pulling them down his thighs and his dark boxers following. You notice he’s wearing the boxers you bought him, and your heart flutters at the small thought of it. He sees the smile spreading in your eyes and chuckles, that dominant side faltering slightly as his hand drops to your cheek, stroking the heated skin.

Just as quickly as it appeared, you cause it to wither, “Now show me how to watch my mouth, Sir”, and that dark look is back, a snarl gracing his lips. “I plan to, now open up, slut”.

Obediently opening your mouth, your gaze drops to his awaiting cock, the sight causing a breath to stutter in your lungs before you inhale sharply. You could never get over his size; the sheer length and thickness of him caused your mouth to water. Sticking your tongue out, Jungkook watched as drool dripped off the tip of it. He grips the heavy weight of his cock, rubbing his tip against your tongue, the salty precum causing your saliva glands to produce more at the tangy taste.

Deciding to bypass all the bullshit, you envelope his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over his slit. The action gives you the exact reaction you want. He moans loudly, his head tossing back, “Fuck, darling”, it comes out as a broken whine which soaks your panties further. Jungkook loses his patience, pushing his hips forward and causing you to gag. He grabs your head, thrusting shallowly into the back of your throat, hitting it and causing tears to fall down your cheeks and onto his fingers. 

Jungkook’s head is tossed back when you look up at him through your eyelashes, his throat bobbing in pleasure. He swears, the next time he thrusts his hips, you lift your head and instead of him hitting the back of your throat, he goes down it. 

You swallow around him and he whines, “Shit, baby, do that again”, he moans, cupping your cheek. You obey, swallowing around his cock and he fists your hair, cumming down your throat. Swallowing gulps of it down, he pulls out of your mouth once you’ve finished, his cock still very much hard. 

He pulls you up, turning you around and walking you toward the dining room table, his lips pressing into the heated skin of your neck, sucking dark marks into the unblemished skin. Your cheeks darken, heating up at the gush of wetness that rushes out of your cunt, your knees trembling when he grips your ass.

Bending you over the dining table, he reaches around the front of your hips, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, leaving your soaked panties to stick to your cunt. He drops down to his knees, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. You let out a yelp when you feel his teeth sink into the curve of your ass cheek, your back arching. One hand crawls up and presses into the dip in your spine, holding you to the table.

His lips work their way up to the covered cunt in front of him, panties soaked with wetness. He buries his nose into your cunt, inhaling before kissing your labia, ghosting his lips down over your clit. You stomp your foot, and Jungkook slaps your ass in warning. “Behave”, he growls out, yet you whine in protest.

Listening to your pleas, finally, Jungkook pulls your panties to the side, sticking his tongue out to prod at your leaking entrance. You moan out his name, your forehead dropping against the polished wood of your dining room table. In a new burst of motivation, he latches his soft lips over your flit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. Bringing his hand up, his index finger pokes at your entrance, pushing in and settling against your tight, warm walls. The teasing lasts a minute before he takes pity and adds a second finger, pulling them both out until your glistening juices are sticking to his fingertips, a few lines connecting him to you. He only finds this more attractive, a gush of precum dripping out of his tip and running down his length. 

Still eye level with your cunt, he unlaces your shoes, lifting your body with one arm and uses his unoccupied hand to pull them off. Once he’s tossed them to the side, he pulls your bottoms and underwear off, sliding them off and nudging them to the side. 

He stands, still palming your bent over ass, and he aims the fat head of his cock to your quivering hole, the veins in his arms straining against his skin as he eases into you. You whine as you feel the thick head of him stretch you open, the feeling of your quivering wet walls causing him to push forward abruptly. You whimper once he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, your eyes watering as drool pools in your mouth. 

Jungkook holds his bearing, feeling his balls tighten, he sighs when he cums inside of you, his hot cum splashing against your walls. However, he doesn’t pull out, instead he holds himself steady, rearing his hips back before slamming into you again, his balls pressing against your slit and getting drenched along with the rest of him.

Your cries are loud, almost positive that the neighbors can hear you getting your back blown out. He must be thinking the same because he grunts before stuffing two of his fingers into your mouth, his knuckles already glistening with your spit. “Mm I’m sure the neighbors can hear me fucking you brainless, hm”, and you moan, tears staining your cheeks.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up so your throat is visible, eyes staring straight into his, “Say my name, bitch, let them know who’s fucking this perfect cunt”, he growls. His thrusts grow more animalistic as your cries echo off the walls. “Jungkook”, you say breathlessly. He slaps your ass, “Louder, baby. I can’t fucking hear you”, he snarls, and his hand drops down to toy at your clit, forcing your eyes back into your skull. “Jungkook!”, you cry, drool leaking down your chin and neck.

Dropping his hand down to wrap around your neck, he pulls you up, your back flush against his bare chest. Bending over to mold himself to you, his teeth grazing your ear as he whispers into your ear, “Gonna cum baby? Hm? Gonna cream on my fat cock”, and the deep growl of his voice causes you to lose it, the hand wrapped around your throat intensifying your orgasm all the more. He follows not too far behind, emptying inside you for the second time, making a mess of the floors once he pulls out. 

After you both clean yourselves and the dining room up, you’re lounging on the couch in your boyfriend’s arms, watching another Marvel movie. After a while, Jungkook turns to you and grabs your hand, locking your gaze. 

“Y/n, do you want to race?”

[mcuamerica]

Can you write a fluffy one about Chris Evans (like there's another Chris out there) and a remale reader I have CRPS which rhe beat way to describe it is I injured my nerves so badly its so painful because it sends signals and tells your brain you're in a lot of pain when you're not. I can be sitting there and get sharp shooting pain. I have to get lublar sympathetic blocks- at hospital which I am huge needle going into my spine and I go under anesthesia for it. (I went to a surgical center not hospital once terrifying they didnt put me out enough I was in so much pain) anyway maybe Fluff about him taking me being worried and bringing me home and taking care of me as because of the meds they put me out with in droawy and I sleep a lot. ( The funny thing is any female over the age of 13 has to get a pregnancy test. And you can say fun y things when You wake up like saying you were brainwashed into liking Chris because of that shirtless scene in the first Cap movie or sing. I plead the 5th) but I'd appreciate so when I go into the hospital next I can read it again and again while I'm waiting to go in

Posted here! Enjoy and I hope you are doing well!