Blueprint

Filthy

Summary: After a long mission, Bucky needs you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY.

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"Would it be too crazy if we slept together?" Your sweet voice replayed over and over in his mind. He hadn't flat out refused your offer, but he hadn't said yes either. Now as he laid under the rubble of the bomb Hydra had detonated, it was all he could think of.

You were friends, one of the only people besides Steve to make him feel welcome on the Avengers. The others were wary of him, and he didn’t blame them. He had done unforgivable things as The Winter Soldier. Now he was fighting for the right cause. He couldn't help the reoccurring nightmares of the horrors he encountered in his past. He didn't want to get too comfortable in his new life, the one Steve helped him obtain because he was scared The Winter Soldier was still lurking around in his brain somewhere.

That's why he never dated. Sam would tease him, telling him he could have anybody he wanted, but he settled for his hand every night. Bucky couldn't afford to get too close to anyone. Especially someone who was weaker than him like the opposite sex. He was scared he would lose control while being intimate and hurt or even kill his partners. So he never let anyone get too close, until you.

You came bouncing into his life unexpectedly. You were brought on the team shortly after him. He would never forget your first day. Steve introduced you to everyone at the morning meeting. You were all smiles, your bubbly personality instantly drawing him in. The others were making comparisons between the two of you immediately. You were so happy, so upbeat all the time and Steve was the only one who could get Bucky to crack his cold exterior and actually smile.

Despite your differences, you got along great. Which was a bonus since Tony liked to pair you together for missions. You worked well together, complimenting each other in ways you had never thought of. Who knew almost dying together every week can cause you to form close bonds? You were spending all your free time together. You introduced him to your favorite films, some of them were awful, but he would never tell you that. You would stay up late together watching old reruns of 90's sitcoms for comfort after long missions. Bucky would go shopping with you, holding every bag you had and never complaining.

The team thought something was going on between you. Why else would the cold super soldier follow you around like a lost puppy? They put Steve up to asking about it, but Bucky denied anything but friendship. There had never been anything happen in the whole year you knew each other. You never sat too close or crossed any boundaries, never thought about it until a month ago.

One of the longest, most dangerous missions you had ever been on finally came to a close. There had been too many casualties and you were upset. Even the comfort of your warm pajamas and favorite movie didn't ease your mind. Bucky thought you needed to be alone, so he told you goodnight and headed for his room. You called after him pleading him to stay with you. You couldn't be alone, not after that.

He hesitated, he never stayed the night with anyone because of his nightmares. Tony even gave him a pass when a mission required room sharing. He was the only one who didn't have to pair up. He was afraid he might hurt you or scare you during his sleep. He tried to tell you, but you couldn't be swayed. He found himself under your fluffy pink comforter on heart shaped pillows, surrounded by a mountain of stuffed animals but he felt oddly at home.

You tried to cuddle up to him, but he scooted away. He didn't want you too close to him while he was asleep just in case he had a nightmare. But you didn't care. You told him if he attacked you in his sleep, you would blast his dick off. That made him a little less worried. "How do Tony and Clint do it?" You asked as you wrapped your arms around him, trying to snuggle the grumpy super soldier. "Do what?" He relaxed a little under your touch. "The whole normal family thing. They have a wife, kids, the works, and they are the only ones. The rest of us can't keep a relationship for more than a month, and some only do one night stands. It's hard being a hero when you have to give up stuff like that."

Bucky considers your words carefully. "Is that something you want?" You throw your leg over him, trying to get comfortable. "Eventually, I want to settle down. I'm thinking at least ten years from now, not any time soon. It's just hard to tell who is asking you out for the right reasons or because you're famous. I can't tell you how many phones I've destroyed after dates because they were trying to live stream the whole thing. Is that why you don't date?"

Bucky tenses, explaining how his past as The Winter Soldier scared him away from anything like that. "So you haven't been having sex because you're scared you will hurt someone?" He nods and you giggle. Bucky looks at you like you've grown a second head. "I'm sorry Bucky, that's ridiculous. Your arm must be so tired! Oh my God! Do you use the metal one?" His silence makes you laugh harder. "Bucky there are super powered women you could have been sleeping with this whole time. People who could at least put up a fair fight if something like that happened, but you're okay now right? I thought the code words didn't work anymore." You rub his back soothingly.

You gasp as an idea hits you. "Would it be too crazy if we slept together?" It was like word vomit. You didn't mean to say it out loud, but you couldn't take it back now. Bucky is so still that you think he's fallen asleep. Thankful he didn't hear your unhinged suggestion, you lay your head down to go to sleep.

"You mean that?" Bucky asks after a few minutes of silence pass. "If it wouldn't hurt our friendship then, why not? I trust you. And I could hold my own if things went sideways. Plus, I'm a lot hotter than your hand, you have to admit that." The quip earned a chuckle from him. "Can I think about it?" He asks, his seriousness taking over. "Of course." You snuggle back into him, sleep finding you more quickly than you would've liked. That was a little over a month ago, neither of you brought it up afterward. You figured he didn't want to hurt your feelings, so you let it go.

Steve grabbed Bucky’s hand helping him to his feet. "I thought we lost you back there." He says leading him to the quinjet. On the ride home, Bucky thought about his life, how unhappy he had been lately. He thought of you and how he kept you at arm's length to protect you from himself. You were always so open to him, always letting him know what was on your mind. When you suggested the two of you sleep together, he was shocked. Of course, he wanted to but he couldn't. You were too sweet, he was jaded. He would end up hurting you somehow, he was sure of it. But you weren't scared of him, you trusted him.

Bucky thought of all the times he laid alone at night, masterbating when he could have went home with someone instead. He always turned them down, he couldn't risk it. He lived too dangerously. He could lose his life any moment saving the planet from the next alien attack. Wasn't it time he started living for himself? He had his mind made up when the quinjet landed. Steve told him to go get the cuts on his face and arm examined but he ignored him.

He almost ran to the elevator, not bothering to wait for Steve to get on before pressing the button to shut the doors. When it finally stopped on his floor, he walked by his room, stopping three doors down right outside of yours. He should have cared that it was three in the morning, that he would be waking you up, but he didn't. He tapped on the door loud enough to wake you.

He regretted coming straight here as he waited for you, he should have went to his room to shower first. His leather jacket was dirty and torn. There was a small gash on his arm that had finally stopped bleeding. His face was filthy and according to Steve, he had a cut there too. He probably looked terrifying. He thought about leaving to clean up, but then he heard the pitter patter of your feet as you approached the door.

You pull it open slightly at first, to see who is outside, opening it wider when you see him. He steps inside as you shut it back, locking it behind him. Bucky looks around the dark room noticing the glow from your tv. Your hair is messy, you must have been sleeping fitfully. His gaze drops to your body, you're wearing a black t-shirt that stops at your hips and black lace panties.

"Are you okay?" You ask taking in his disheveled appearance. You turn to get something to clean his wounds, his vibranium hand catches your wrist. "Bucky? What hap-" He picks you up with one arm, holding you close to his body as his lips crash into yours. He walks you to the edge of your bed, tumbling on top of you as your back hits your fluffy pink comforter.

"Do you still want this?" He asks, his voice rougher than he intended. You can't think clearly, not with him on top of you, caging you in like this. His blue eyes search your face as he waits for an answer. Your panties grow wetter with each second that passes. Your nipples are peaked under your shirt, desperate to be touched as you press your chest to his dirty leather jacket. "Yes" You somehow manage to whisper your confirmation.

His mouth is on yours again, rough and demanding, almost desperate. You cup his face with your hands, "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere." You assure him, breaking the kiss. He groans, hating the loss of contact. "Can't" He rasps, his face nuzzling against your neck. He nips and kisses the sensitive skin there, his tongue licking from your shoulder to your jaw.

His flesh hand travels to your chest, rubbing his thumb over your clothed nipple. He keeps kissing his way back down your throat until he reaches the collar of your shirt. His metal arm grabs the top, slipping underneath to get a good grip on it. He rips it down the center with little effort.

You gasp as the cold air hits your now exposed chest. But you're not cold for long, Bucky's lips capture a nipple between his lips tugging and sucking like his life depends on it while his flesh hand toys with the other one. You're not sure what has gotten into him, you never expected it to be like this, like he needs you.

He kisses a trail down your stomach to your panties. They aren't exactly see through, but they don't hide anything either. His vibranium fingers dig into your hip as he lowers his face, his pink tongue licking up the center of your soaked panties. You whimper underneath him, your fingers sliding in his hair, pulling at the short strands.

He grunts as he licks you through the lacy material. You try to close your legs around his head, hoping to bring yourself more relief. Bucky's steel grip on your hip tightens as he brings his flesh hand to your thigh, pulling it off him. He opens you wide, continuing his desperate assault on you. "I need more, please." You whine, needing to actually feel him against you.

He thankfully takes mercy on you, removing his hands to grab both sides of your panties. "Lift your hips for me." You do as your told, and he slides the unwanted garment off of you. He drags you to the edge of the bed, lowering himself on his knees in front of you. He parts your thighs, metal hand returning to its rightful place on your hip. You place your leg over his shoulder, taking a deep breath as the anticipation makes your skin prickle.

His hot breath on your soaked core makes you tremble. You feel him smirk against you. "I havent even touched you yet and you're shakin' like a leaf." A dark chuckle escapes him and he dives in. His tongue flat against you as he gathers your slick, bringing it to your clit and swirling it around. He moans, loving the way you taste. He wraps his lips around your most sensitve part, drawing you in, causing your hips to buck upward.

His grip on your hip tightens, a bruise beginning to form under his thumb. "Be a good girl for me. Stay still." His voice is soft, gentle, a complete contrast to his actions. He alternates between sucking you roughly and licking you slowly. You squirm underneath him, you're so close. He suddenly stops, removing his face from you.

His flesh hand rubbing your stomach, before laying his arm on you forcefully to keep you from moving. "I said stay still." He growls, his tongue swiping your clit before he sucks it between his lips once more. It takes every ounce of concentration you have to not writhe against him. You've never seen him like this so needy, almost feral. He's like a wild animal slurping you down like you're the first thing he's eaten in weeks. You don't dare to disturb him. So you lie as still as you can, letting him have you.

He needs this. He needs you. He flicks his tongue expertly over your clit, sendng you spiralling. He holds you down as he takes all he wants from you. He's not satisfied until you come three times. Your legs are wobbly, you couldn't get up if you had to. Tears stream down your face from how intense it was. He finally stands, unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down just enough to free himself.

He adjusts himself between your legs, filling you up. You gasp, grabbing onto his grimy leather jacket for support. You wonder why he didn't bother with getting undressed, but you don't mind. You love how dirty he is. How the filth on his jacket rubbing against your bare chest is the sexiest thing in the world right now. How you can see the cut on his arm, dried blood on his sleeve. You don't know if it's his or some Hydra asshole's, and you don't know which is hotter.

His hair is disheveled. His face is scraped, dirt from the mission caked on him, remnants of your arousal still on his mouth. He fills you completely over and over, holding you as close as he can. His pants rub the back of your thighs as he pounds into you. You caress his face, "Can I be on top?" You ask quietly, afraid you'll offend him some way in his feral state. He flips you so his back is on your mattress. Normally you would be upset that your sheets were getting dirty, but you didn't mind at all. You place your legs on either side of him, sliding down his length. Your ass hits the fabric of his jeans as you take all of him.

You look behind you noticing how big he looks on your bed. His leather boots covered in mud, hanging off the edge. A gush of arousal floods his lap, his hands hold your thighs, pulling you closer. You begin to lift yourself up and down on him, your legs still shaky from your earlier orgasms. Bucky notices you won't be able to keep it up for long, so he clutches your hips, taking over. He thrusts underneath you, your hands land on his shoulders needing to steady yourself. You love that it's giving the illusion that you're in control, your body on top of his, but he's calling all the shots, moving your body like he owns it.

You've never felt so full. It's as if Bucky can read your mind, his flesh hand pressing on the bulge he's making in your stomach. He works you harder now, his vibranium thumb coming between you to swirl your clit. Your vision goes blurry, stars bursting behind your eyelids. You come with a loud cry of his name. He follows shortly after, spilling inside you. He holds you close, as you listen to his breathing slow down as he drifts off to sleep while still inside you.

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not interested (m)

⇒pairing: hoseok x reader

⇒genre: enemies to lovers | explicit smut, fluff, angst

⇒length: 20k

⇒summary: nobody has ever succeeded at swooping you off your feet. that is until you become coach assistant for your college’s swim team and maybe then, you learn everybody deserves a chance at love.

a/n: i promise my next fic WONT be a college enemies to lovers au lmao its just so fun to do. i gotta thank @junghaze for being my beta reader and practically saving this fic from the dead i cant be more grateful

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Changbin // Three Nights

WORD COUNT: 10k

WARNINGS: Swearing, build up, themes of sexual frustration and desire, mentions of masturbation, major angst, explicit smut, sex toys, orgasm denial/edging, mild over-stimulation, oral, fluffy tones at the end

DESCRIPTION: Requested by a wonderful anon

PAIRINGS: Self-insert, female reader x Changbin

Blaring music. Raucous laughter and a deafening bass line proved to be making your Tuesday night far less restful than you hoped it would be.

The pillows above and beneath your head were providing mild makeshift soundproofing, an alternative to the paper thin walls of your apartment, and just as the lull of blissful sleep began to tug at the edges of your consciousness, you’d be promptly pulled from it by a particularly loud thud or what sounded like the smashing of glass.

And so the process would begin again, each time your patience wearing just that little bit further.

Perhaps any other person wouldn’t have minded the occasional party next door, chalking it up to excitable young men who just needed an avenue to vent the stresses of life. And you would have been of a similar mind, if this kind of occurrence was occasional. Because it was anything but that.

By now, you had the routine down to a fine art.

It had started with just Friday nights, at first. Understandable, seeing as it was the start of the weekend. You didn’t need to be anywhere the next day, and apparently neither did they. They threw their parties, and you watched your dramas on a higher volume and ate obscene amounts of ice cream, perhaps even throwing out your own moves when an especially heavy bop seeped through the plaster. After a while, parties started happening on Saturdays too. And that was still fine, as it was still the weekend, although you wondered how anyone had the stamina to party two nights in a row. Those days were long behind you by now.

The real problems started when the weekdays got added to the roster. Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, in addition to the weekend rioting, and you couldn’t help but feel like it was being taken to a ludicrous extreme. You could only take so much sleep deprivation.

The seemingly endless antics of next door prompted your first attempt at negotiating with the neighbours. And needless to say, it hadn’t gone well.

You’d asked, politely, if perhaps the partying could be limited to the weekends, and if not, simply toned down to allow you to get a wink of sleep in preparation for work the next day. Yes, you might have thrown in that some people have to work for a living, and that some people should be more considerate of those living around them in such a condensed apartment block, and while you thought you’d been perfectly amicable about it, your neighbour didn’t quite agree.

That was six months ago. Since then, things had only become worse.

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Flowers in December

Pairing: Gang Member!Minho x Boss’ Daughter!Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word count: 3.2k

Your father had taken Minho under his wing at a tender age of 7, you were around the same age at that time. You remember when he walked through the gates of your father’s house, you can clearly recall his petite figure and vulnerable self. His tiny eyebrows were furrowed, a little pout on his lips and his small hands clinging on to the fabric of the guy who had draped his jacket around his shoulders.

Even for a little child, his features were defined. He was as pretty as a winter flower. You associated him with winter because it was snowing that day. That’s what Minho used to be, a pretty winter flower. Much unlike how he is now, hardened by his surroundings, sculpted by rugged training and scarred by combats unknown to you. While you grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth, enjoying all the riches that your father acquired illegally, Minho was busy growing up in the harshest conditions to serve as a prime asset to your father’s gang.

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Finnick Odair (The Hunger Games)

gif imagine + headcanon

☆ imagine finnick getting jealous/protective over you in the arena + finnick kisses you for the first time

Good thing we're allies, right?

Finnick never wanted to harm you

You were a strong fighter but also soft spoken and kind, too kind

This had him worried the second the games were announced, he knew you for years but never acted on his feelings from fear

Losing you to Snow, the thought of you rejecting him because of his past, etc.

All of those things haunted his mind

Finnick did what he could and decided to protect you from a healthy distance, not wanting Snow to see how important you are to him

That specific choice didn't unfold smoothly

Finnick slowly lost his temper

Whenever someone else, especially another male tribute, tried to help you - he couldn't stop himself from puffing his chest in annoyance and dominance

It didn't help that you had no idea of the whole plan plutarch had created

Finnick needed to keep you safe and tied to his side, literally - after you got seriously injured, he lectured you and ordered you to stay close at all times

And despite saving you, Finnick still had to deal with your anxiety and terror

"How do I know I can trust you?" You asked, breathing heavily on the ground after the hot, thick blood-rain poured down.

He only scoffed lightly, dropping his trident and gripped your hand, pulling you up and guiding you to the water

He's oddly silent when doing so, you half expected him to say something cocky or ridiculous but no - he only focused on cleaning you off, careful not to touch you too much, obviously respecting your body

Finnick eventually broke the silence with a low hum, almost as if he's amused to see how you innocently melted into his touch, leaning against him for support

"Good thing we're allies, right?"

You don't have to look at him to see the smirk on his face. You don't care though, he's right - you fell into his arms so easily, him being a true ally is a blessing

Honey, I would've killed you hours ago if I didn't care. But I do — I'm not going to leave you here to die.

Finnick is naturally protective so it's no surprise when he risked his own life to save yours, no hesitation whatsoever

The poisonous fog had burned your neck, arms, hands - this caused you to be slower, tagging behind them with little to no energy

You tried telling him to just run, to get himself and the others to safety, you'd be fine in the end - the pain would only last temporarily for you

For Finnick? That pain would be permanent if he lost you, especially if he knew the chance of you surviving was high

"Stop! Just fucking go!"

You didn't necessarily say you don't give a shit about me Finnick but he knew all too well why you screamed at him with so much agony, not only from the fog but from the inside, you're hurting

Finnick earned a few burns during the attempt to save you - he did, almost effortlessly and silently. He kept his pained groans to himself, he can't let you hear his discomfort and risk you feeling guilty

Finnick was the one to hold you under the water first, apologizing constantly whenever you screamed and cried

He took care of himself last

You stared at him with confusion, anger, guilt - too much to handle and pick apart

"You need to stop looking at me like I'm some hurt dog in the road. You don't care- stop acting like it. I don't want your pity."

Finnick washed away his burns with a grunt, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before turning to face you

"Honey, I would've killed you hours ago if I didn't care. But I do — I'm not going to leave you here to die."

Finnick held your gaze like it was a challenge, he needed you to understand what he was trying to say without revealing too much

He's willing to die for you, if it means you'll get home safely and somehow take a lead into the revolution that's planned

Finnick is scared to death of losing you. He'd rather lose everything else, even himself, before losing you

Please stay, I don't want you going with him

Finnick isn't one to beg

So when he said please to you, it was shocking to say the least

He had a weird feeling about the male tribute offering to team up with you, the plan to meet up at the tree now unsettling

"Is there a problem here, Finnick? She can decide for herself."

He ignored the words and silently pushed himself in front of you, his hand brushing against your stomach to keep you in place

"She's staying with me."

Time was ticking and you sighed, wanting this to be over with so you tried walking past Finnick after the guy left, assuming you'd follow behind him soon

The blonde with troubled eyes held onto your wrist, asking you begging to stay

"Please stay, I don't want you going with him."

Finnick let out a breath of relief when you nodded and walked towards him instead, he immediately held your hand and left the open area, looking back to find the male tribute glaring with ill intentions

He ended up taking the life of that tribute mercilessly but quickly, thanking his instincts on reading people correctly

Don't ever scare me like that again

The last minutes of the game. Everyone is on edge, no one knows what to do when the canon goes off more than once

Katniss screams for Peeta while Finnick screams out for you, tears threatening to spill and cover his cheeks

His heart pounds so hard against his ribcage that it almost hurts

When Katniss finds her lover, Finnick begins to feel nauseous. With no sign of you and no way to hear you, he can't keep his calm composure for much longer

He runs through the deep forest, raising his voice and scanning the area until he stops on your figure, shaking and weakly moving away from someone he cannot recognize, they aren't breathing anymore, Finnick can tell it's your first kill

All you did before was hide it out

He sprints over to you, bending down to cradle you in his arms, forcefully having to hold you down when you start flailing around in a panicked state, your mind making you think he was someone else

Most of his words are muffled by the ringing in your ears but his eyes hold so much concern and love so it's not hard to guess that his words were comforting

The only thing you can hear at the end of his small rant full of anxiety is simple yet holds so much depth after it's spoken

"... Don't ever scare me like that again."

Finnick kissed you immediately after forcing those words out in a hoarse voice and held you close, pulling away to rub your bloodied cheek, wiping it with his thumb before kissing you again with more tenderness, to show you he truly meant it and that it wasn't just the heat of the moment

I don't want to forget it

After the games were over and time allowed everyone alive to heal and mourn - Finnick is glued to your side, often concerned about your hidden thoughts and feelings, part of him is.. insecure

Katniss tried pulling the same thing, saying and doing whatever to stay alive, he thinks of that possibility with you - if you meant everything in the end because he most certainly did with all his heart

"Maybe we should just try to forget it. Move on some how.. staying here mentally won't do us any good. And I-"

"I don't want to forget it."

It was at the moment both of you knew how strongly you loved each other. He always fought against your anxiety and habit of pushing him away and you always gave him reassurance and comfort

Finnick will forever love and protect you, games or not - he is there, always

I love you

Finnick usually held you at night but tonight you held him, running your fingers through his hair while he rested on top of you, eyes closing slowly, low hums leaving his mouth

He didn't like to cry in front of you, he felt too exposed and weak - tonight he had no energy for that thinking process and let himself sigh out shakily, kissing your collarbone and neck lovingly

After everything, all the nightmares and fights, Finnick loves you more than he ever imagined, you're his life and he loves you unapologetically, unconditionally

"I love you."

Raw Desire

Synopsis: Something is wrong with him. Something none of the Avengers, including Thor, understand. When Loki turns into his Jötun form unwillingly and begins to act in a very primal and aggressive way, their solution for the problem is to lock him up in a cell below the compound until it’s all over. It’s a disease, perhaps, one which only Frost Giants can develop. Only Loki is not sick. Loki is in heat–and his Jötun body will not rest until his most carnal desires have been satisfied…

Words: 9176 Warnings: Jötun!Loki, smut, fluff, symptoms of addiction

A/N: You wanted some Jötun!Loki, I wanted some Jötun!Loki… so here we go. Enjoy, everyone! 😏

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moving in stereo (smut)

requested by the lovely @9zoria9

when a new dad in town and his kids start coming to the pool, the lifeguard has trouble keeping her eyes off of him

female reader, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex, vaginal penetration | mentions of drowning, someone pretends to drown

this was HEAVILY inspired by the hawkins pool scenes in stranger things so i kinda imagined it set in the 80s and it’s also why it’s titled after the song that played during that scene… also, this is filth. (and incase anyone has forgotten, the ONLY thing i change about a character in a canon relationship is their relationship status. i do not write cheating and don’t want anyone to interpret it that way)

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Say My Fuckin’ Name (Alfie Solomons x Reader) [Request]

Saw requests are open! Could you write one with Alfie Solomons where he tries to hide his feelings for the reader, his secretary, seeing his men flirt with her? Sometimes I feel like he’ll rather be shot than admit his jealousy—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

Gif Source: michaelgreys

“That’s enough, Ollie.”

Alfie’s voice silenced the entire bakery. Ollie, unsure of his transgression, blinked helplessly at you, then back at his boss.

“Fuck off.”

On firmer ground with that, Ollie scurried off to find something to do.

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Hey:) twilight anon again^^

Thanks soo much for doing the pet name thing!!

I also didn’t request anything else, though I did consider it. I just didn’t wanna overwhelm you:)

Could you maybe do a “dating jasper would include” type of thing?

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Dating Jasper Hale Would Include

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a/n: I made this in class <3

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Jasper would always have to be holding you in some way.

He doesn’t care if he’s around a ton of people, he just needs to make sure you’re there with him.

If you two are at a party, or some sort of social gathering, he’d most likely be found standing behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, and him leaning his chin on one of your shoulders.

Alice loves to take pictures of you two, especially when Jasper’s holding you like that.

Jasper is the king of respecting you.

He’s always holding doors open for you.

And he’d run to the front of the store to open the door.

“After you, darlin’.”

And he’d get out of the car before you to open the door.

He’d definitely help you out of the car as well.

With a kiss on the hand.

Jasper would definitely stand up before you sit down, then sit back down when you’re seated.

Him giving you his sweater when he sees you’re too cold.

“Jas, it’s fine.”

“No it’s not, darlin’, I need to keep you safe from things. Even illness.”

Oh god, if you ever got sick-

He’d get you all the soups, blankets, socks, fans, heaters, and whatever you need.

Carlisle would tell him that it’s just a flu, or something related, that’ll be cured in a few days time with some medicine.

“Jasper, they’ll be fine.”

“But what if they won’t be? What if it’s like some incurable disease!”

“It’s just strep throat, Jasper.”

“People have died from strep throat.”

“When untreated. We have amazing medicine for Y/n. They’ll be fine.”

Jasper would ultimately try to make you feel better by using his gift on you.

Whether you’re sad, or frustrated.

He doesn’t like using his gift on you all the time, however. He likes for you to experience every emotion your body has to offer naturally.

He will definitely change your mood if you had asked, though.

King of consent.

He’s so afraid of hurting you.

You were at Bella’s birthday at the Cullens when she got that paper cut.

You had tried to cover Bella’s wound before the blood could drop on the floor, but Bella kept moving.

Edward had pushed, or rather thrown, Bella to the other side of the room, and Jasper was about to kill one of your best friends.

Carlisle had tried to tackle him to the ground with his arm, but Jasper had ducked.

Emmett finally caught Jasper just in time, thanking his super strength for all of eternity.

However, now all of Bella’s arm was bleeding, since Edward had thrown her on glass.

All of the Cullens were standing there, staring at Bella. Goosebumps littered your skin, afraid that you were about to witness your best friend’s death in-front of your very eyes.

Carlisle had rushed towards Bella, protecting her as the rest of the Cullens rushed outside to calm Jasper down.

You had went outside, Edward in-front of you, and you were scared.

Edward knowingly looked behind him to see you with a crease in between your eyebrows.

“It’ll be alright, Y/n.”

When you two had finally made your way to the back where the rest were, and if Jasper could cry, there would be tears pouring down his face.

His face was in his hands as he sat on the ground.

You walked up behind him, and crouched beside him.

“Hey…”

Jasper looked up from his hands and he sped away from you, next to Esme.

“Please…I don’t want to hurt you too.”

A wave of sadness immediately washes over your features, and Jasper can feel it which makes him feel worse.

Jasper looks at Edward, to which Edward enters his mind, and he understands what Jasper wants him to do at once.

Edward then makes his way towards you, and escorts you away from everyone else.

You’re silent the whole time, your mind clouded with thoughts as he opens the car door for you and begins to drive you home.

You try to clear your mind, trying not to give Edward a headache.

“Y/n, I appreciate your efforts in attempting to clear your mind, but it’s not working.”

When you get to your house, you thank Edward for dropping you off, and for him to give you any more information on Jasper, if anything were to happen.

He agrees, and tells you to stay safe and to have a good night before speeding off.

Jasper then avoids you for the next couple days, and you don’t particularly enjoy that.

Every time you try to talk to him, he always walks away before you could even form a sentence.

You end up texting Alice, asking if you had provoked some form of annoyance in Jasper when you went to pursue him after the incident at Bella’s party.

“He doesn’t hate you, I can tell you that. Why don’t you come over for a movie night, just us, and we could do our nails or something?”

You’ve always loved being friends with Alice; she’s always been amazing at distracting your mind from your troubling thoughts.

Besides, she was probably asking you to come over because she had seen something.

You come around to the Cullens’ after dinner, and you go up to Alice’s room after greeting the rest of the Cullens in the living room.

You had noticed that Jasper wasn’t in the living room.

You had knocked on Alice’s door, to which she had opened it with a smile on her face.

“Okay, so I didn’t know what colour you like to paint your nails, so I bought all of them.”

After your nails had dried, Alice had pulled you downstairs.

While walking down the stairs, you had looked over to the living room where Jasper was seated next to Emmett, reading a novel.

The rest of the Cullens had left, either to work or hanging out somewhere.

Your eyes had lingered over his face for longer than you thought, trying to see if he would even attempt to look at you.

“I’ll just be right back. I forgot something upstairs.” - Alice

“Yeah, yeah, and I need to see how Rose is doing with the cars.” - Emmett

Which left you and Jasper with each other.

He still made no effort to look at you, so you took matters into your own hands.

You sat next to him, and tapped his shoulder.

He looked in your direction, but not in your eyes.

“Look, Jas, I understand why you might feel bad, especially with yourself. But I don’t blame you for anything. You didn’t have any control over what had happened, you smelt blood, you’re a vampire for fucks sake. You’re obviously going to go to where the blood is. Yes, it could have been avoided, but you’re still learning to gain control, and you’ve been doing amazing. It was just the one time, and it might happen again, but in the end, everyone is alright. You can’t blame yourself for one thing forever.”

Jasper didn’t say anything, he just put his book down, and wrapped you in his arms, his face buried in your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry. For everything, for ignoring you, for hurting Bella, for almost destroying our relationship, I’m so sorry. I love you so much, darlin’.”

After you two make up, you two return to the beginning.

Inseparable, that is.

Jasper holding your hand all of the time.

Cuddling anywhere.

Sitting with him and his adoptive siblings in the cafeteria.

Surprisingly, the rest of the students are happy you and Jasper are back together.

Even some teachers.

Everyone loved it when they saw Jasper’s smile whenever you walked into the room.

He would get instantly happy that you were with him.

You better believe you are high school sweethearts.

Angela loves taking pictures of you two to put in the yearbook.

Jasper still has his old clothes from previous decades, which results in him putting on a fashion show for you, showing you his flared pants from the 70s, his acid-washed jean jackets from the 80s, and his suits from the 50s.

He has such a cool closet.

You tend to wear some of his clothes, which he absolutely loves.

Even if it’s just one of his old necklaces or a belt, he would melt into the floor if he could.

“Is that my belt?”

“Mhm, do you want it back?

“No, no….keep wearing it.”

dealer’s choice

pairing. eddie munson x female! reader

an. i…everybody take a look at my dream man. I’m literally not kidding guise that’s actually who i will marry. i promise. i’ll share him with u if u reblog and comment tho<3 i’ve got more eddie on my mind so follow @ohcapfics​ for latest updates<3 synopsis. your dealer’s always been a bit sweet on you – giving you deals and letting you try out new shit. he even lets you make house calls! and pick the music, and sit on his lap…and… 

warnings. 18+. i am beating minors off with a stick rn. drugs, drug dealing, kissing, sexually explicit lang, sexually explicit acts: fondling over clothes & under clothes and grinding/thigh riding. sponsored by sat in your lap by kate bush.

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