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"Yoongi?" You called out to him and he hummed in reply, his face buried in between your breasts as the two of you laid in his bed. "Are you ok?"
"Mmhm," he nodded. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, you're a little clingy," you giggled. "You haven't let me up since I got here an hour ago."
"What's the date?" He asked you.
"The 15th," you replied and he groaned loudly.
"My rut is supposed to come on the 17th," he told you. "It completely slipped my mind."
"Ah, well that explains why you're so touchy."
"I'm also touchy because I love you, shut up," he shot back.
"You might wanna be careful of what you say before I leave you to fuck your hand during your rut," you threatened and he lifted his head in order to glare at you.
"I'd fuck someone else before I'd do that," he replied and even though you knew he wasn't serious, you still rolled your eyes.
"Yeah, ok jerk," you muttered and being able to smell the annoyance and disappointment in your scent, Yoongi moved closer to you and let his lips ghost over yours.
"I was only kidding baby," he whispered. "You're the only person that I'd want to have my cock buried in during my rut."
"The fact that that's the only thing on your mind? Your rut is definitely coming," you giggled.
"You gonna help me through it baby?" He wondered.
"Of course," you smiled, moaning softly when he kissed you firmly.
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"Y-Yoongi," you whimpered, your hands clutching the sheets underneath you as Yoongi pounded into you from behind. It was a few days later and Yoongi's rut had officially started. You had taken a few days off from work and as soon as you stepped foot into Yoongi's cabin, he had all but dragged you into his bedroom and began to thoroughly fuck you into the mattress.
"God, I just want to stay buried inside of you all fucking day," he grumbled, biting his lip harshly as he lifted his hand and brought it back down onto your ass cheek, making you squeal as he spanked you. "Such a good, wet pussy for me."
"Alpha," you moaned as you reached underneath yourself and began to rub your clit.
"That's right Omega, say your Alpha's name," he grunted, fucking you harder now. "Let everyone know who's fucking you this good."
"You are Alpha, only you," you huffed, your orgasm winding to it's end inside of you. "Fuck, I'm gonna come already."
"Go ahead baby," he encouraged you. "Come for me. Make Alpha happy and cream all over my cock." Between the way that he was fucking you and the way that he was talking to you, you didn't stand a chance as your orgasm slammed into you. You pushed yourself up onto your hands as you attempted to control how hard your body was shaking and Yoongi grabbed your shoulders, using that as leverage to fuck you faster.
"Y-Y-Yoon," you stammered out in time with his thrusts.
"I'm gonna come baby," he literally snarled, his breathing coming out in harsh pants. "Gonna come inside of you and fill you with my knot. You want that? Wanna be Alpha's knot slut?"
"Fuck yes!" You screamed, another orgasm blindsiding you and making you leak around his cock. Feeling you squirting for him was the final push that Yoongi needed, pushing his knot inside of you and allowing himself to come. You collapsed onto the bed, the vague feeling his cum warm inside of you and you couldn't help but to think how were you gonna get through the next four days.
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Yoongi's rut was different from your heat in the sense that while you were needy and basically a crybaby during yours, Yoongi was possessive and clingy during his.
"So good for Alpha baby," he grunted, using his hand to stroke his cock. You were laid out underneath him, allowing him to straddle your lower body as he jerked himself off in front of you. Being a Prime Alpha, Yoongi had a strong desire to mark you and what better way to do that than with the scent of his cum?
"Tell me how much you want it," he instructed you, looking down at you with hooded eyes.
"Want you to mark me Yoongi," you whispered, setting your hands on his thighs and using your nails to lightly scratch his skin. "Wanna smell like you."
"Because you're mines, right?" He checked and you nodded your head.
"All yours Alpha," you promised and a loud groan slipped through his lips. Before you could ask, you felt warm ropes of his cum splatter onto your skin. You moaned at the feeling, watching with a small smile as Yoongi tightened his fist around his knot.
"Gorgeous like this," he muttered to himself as he reached down with his free hand, rubbing his cum into your skin with his fingers. Once it had mostly disappeared, he took his same hand and slipped two of his cum-coated fingers inside of you.
"Yoongi, wait," you pleaded, moaning loudly when he hooked his fingers inside of you.
"Now, it's your turn to mark me baby," he smirked as he began to finger fuck you faster.
"Y-Yoongi, I can't take it," you whispered, a tiny moan slipping through your lips despite your previous words. It was almost the end of his rut and although he wasn't consumed by the need to be buried inside of you, he still was insistent on fucking you thoroughly. You were on your back in his bed, your legs spread wide as he fucked you missionary style.
"You can baby," he shushed you. "My good Omega, letting me fuck her for days. You're such a good little knot slut for me, you know that?"
"Mm, yeah," you whimpered, tightening the hold that your arms had around his neck.
"I can smell you, you know," he murmured and when you looked at him quizzically, he elaborated. "Your pussy is ready for pups baby. Are you ovulating?"
"I, I guess so," you whispered.
"That drives me crazy," he groaned, moving his hips faster. "You wanna have my pups baby?"
"Y-yeah," you admitted shyly.
"I'd be so good to you," he promised. "I'd fuck some pups into you and then treat you like a Queen. And once you had them, I'd fuck you again just to make sure that you're always filled with me."
"Holy shit," you squealed when Yoongi reached down and began to rub your clit.
"Alpha's gonna stuff you with his knot and his cum and you're gonna let me do it because what?" He goaded you and you looked up at him with hooded eyes.
"Because....my pussy....is...Alpha's pussy," you answered him. "Yoongi, I'm gonna squirt."
"Fucking do it," he demanded and with a few more ghosts of his fingers over your clit and thrusts of his cock inside of you, your back arched up off of the bed as your juices covered his cock. Your moan was almost inhuman as he continued to fuck you through it.
When you finally managed to open your eyes and look at Yoongi, your mouth went dry at the sight of him reaching down and wiping some of your cum from his cock onto his fingers, then wiping those same fingers over the scent gland on his neck.
"I'm yours too," he said and it was then that you felt his knot push its' way into you, his cum following swiftly afterwards. He let himself fall onto your chest, sweat glistening on his skin as you wrapped your arms around him.
"I love you," he murmured sleepily and you giggled.
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Irondad and Spideychelle au: The World finally finds out Tony Starkâs secret. He has a son that heâs been hiding for 16 years. Now what happens when said son is revealed to the public?
Song Selection: Godspeed x Frank Ocean, Before I Go x Billie Eilish, worldstar money x Joji, Always x Alice Smith, everything i wanted x Billie Eilish, No Time to Die x Billie Eilish
A/N: So I wanted to try something you and u havenât gotten any requests lately so I wrote a Bucky thing! Let me know what you guys think.
Requests are still open, if you want to be added to a tags list just ask. Masterlist
 âBaby, what do you want. Chicken nuggets?â you look down at your four, almost five, year old daughter, Louise, who was bouncing next to you holding your hand. She looks up at you with her large brown eyes and nods her head, making her already surprisingly long curly hair that was up in a puff bounce up and down. You finish the order and take Louise to the soda fountain so you guys could get your drinks.
   It was Saturday and because you donât get to spend much time with Lou during the week due to your job, you try to spend as much time as you could with her during the weekend. So, today you decided to go to McDonaldâs for lunch and then spend some time in Central Park.
   After getting your drinks, you find a table to sit at, placing everything on the table and sitting down and talking about nonsense until your order number was called.
   âOrder #52!â the employee yells catching your attention.
   âThatâs our food. Stay right here, Mommy will be right back.â you say to your daughter, who happily, but absent mindedly, nods to signify slight understanding. Once you do go to get your food, your daughter starts to play with the napkins looking around at the many faces around her, taking them all in, but having no interest until she saw a man, sitting alone. He had long, dark hair that was up in a messy man bun. His face was dark and brooding, but to your daughter, he was a potential ally. So, in between protective glances back at you daughter as you waited for some buffalo sauce for your chicken nuggets, she got up and walked up to the man, staring up at him, smiling.
   âHi, Iâm Louise. Whatâs your name?â She rocks on her heels, hands behind her back.
   âUh, Bucky. Iâm Bucky.â Bucky answers, voice containing slight confusion, but he puts on a small smirk.
   âWhy do you have a metal arm?â Lou asks, but as she was about to reach out to touch his arm, you came up behind her and swooped her up in your arms.
   âWoah there chickie. Why would you leave the table when I specifically told you to stay there?â you put her down on the ground and got down to eye level.
   âI wanted to say hi mommyâŚâ she replied but stopped when she saw your face, one eyebrow raised which she knew meant business. âIâm sorry mommy.â
   âItâs ok baby, now go eat.â And with that she waved at the man and bounces back to the table and began eating and cheerfully playing with her toy.
   âIâm sorry, sheâs just⌠friendly.â you say to the stranger, standing but still looking at your daughter.
   âItâs fine.â He says back staring at your side profile. Heâs mesmerized by your shape, fit but still shapely body due to the effects of bearing a child. He was in awe of the way you smiled at your daughter and how your deep brown eyes lit up and your pearly white teeth gleamed. The way your smooth deep, darker brown skin glowed in the sunlight that was coming through the windows, and especially the way your untamed afro looked so free and soft. It was quite surprising to him that these observations were collected in just a few seconds, just enough time to admire you without the moment becoming awkward. âUh, sheâs a cute kid.â He chuckles nervously trying to keep the conversation going as long as possible.
   âShe gets that a lot. I donât know if itâs the eyes or the dimples.â you laugh too and look at him, making Bucky loosen up a bit. âIâm Y/N, by the way.â you stick out your right hand, waiting for him to introduce himself.
   âJames, but, uh, everyone calls me Bucky.â He shakes your hand grinning.
   âWell Bucky, it was nice talking to you. And thank you for being so nice to Louise. Surprisingly it doesnât happen often.â you smile back sadly.
   âNo problem, doll.â He replies oddly smooth making you smile one last time and then walk back to your table, sitting and beginning to eat, leaving Bucky stupefied.
   You and Louise were still eating when a tall figure ended up by your table, but by the way your daughters eyes lit up, you could tell the person was of no threat. You turn your head and adjust your eyes upward to see Bucky. He uses his right arm to rub the back of his neck.
  âUm, here,â he places a crumpled napkin on the table. It appears that there was an attempt to straighten it before he came over there. âItâs my number. I really hope I can hear from you again soon.â You look at his eyes, which were full of hope, then back at the napkin, slowly picking it up.
   âIâll see what I can do.â you place a huge smile on your face, a smile you wouldnât have been able to shrink even if you wanted to.
   âGreat, because I really would like to see you again.â He says to you and the kneels down to Louiseâs height. âI also would like to talk to you again too.â He kissed her hand which causes Lou to giggle, accentuating her dimples. He stands back up and places his hands in his pockets, âTalk to you soon.â
   âYou too.â you reply, his cue to exit, but not before taking one last look at you before leaving. You look back down at the napkin in your hand, examining the shaky number that has been scribbled on the paper. You smile and shake your head, placing the napkin in your purse and finish eating.
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im watching series one again and the way tommy loves grace so so s o much and hes so happy to have someone again and he just has no idea what shes done :(
OMGGG i cant move past it you can literally see hes so relieved to be able to love and to rely on someone and the way he asks her âwill you help me? with everythingâ because he needs someone to show that side to . i am miserable
He really did love her though. She was in a tough spot too. She asked for him to spared. She did what was in her power not to go to jail. Campbellâs just a shithead.
There is a group of well-known writers in the fandom who have been discouraged and put down by one of their own, Zannah - @babbushkaâ. It happens behind the scenes in DMs. It happens in posts and tags.
In DMs, she has started conversations with seemingly innocent questions. When she doesnât receive the response she was aiming for, she diverts the conversation to criticizing and humiliating the person. She has attacked writers for taggingâor not taggingâa post in a way she deems appropriate. She has gotten into arguments over how characters were portrayed and then tried to claim victimization when the other person wouldnât knuckle under.
She will appeal to her following to attack any fan or creator who has an opinion that differs from her own. She will encourage friends to send rude anons. Those same friends will also DM the target with rude remarks.
Several creators have stopped writing altogether because of their interactions with her.
We are tired of being discouraged. We are tired of being talked down to. We are tired of being bullied. Enough is enough. Under the cut we share our stories, let the chips fall where they may. Itâs up to you, the reader, to decide whether to support her.
We can only warn up-and-coming writers, artists, fans, and supporters of her behavior.
Request: Hiii love, I would like to request an imagine with Michael cause I love him so much and thereâs not many imagines of him! A cute one where you meet and go on a date and end up dating :)
My dear friend, hello and happy Sinday to you and your flip. Im really excited about this one. Holiday season is my favorite time of year. Can I please get my fave country boy, cheering up his girl whoâs being a complete Ebenezer Scrooge about christmas? Just pure tooth rotting fluff. But only if the muse takes you there. Iâll be happy to ready anything you write. Love you boo!
You ainât usually one to sulk. Usually youâre the one pullinâ everybody out of their shit moods, the one with smiles and good cheer. Usually youâre the one pushinâ everybody out of their beds, bright eyed to go face the holiday season with some tradition or other. So to see you curled up on the couch scrollinâ through your phone in the middle of the night, sighinâ next to a cracklinâ fire, is a strange image for Clyde to try and process.
But youâre his wife, and heâll be damned if heâs gonna let his woman feel alone and upset on Christmas Eve. He makes his way over to where you are, your mis-matched socks peekinâ out from the quilt Clydeâs Mama had made him a lifetime ago, and he settles next to ya on the couch, pulls ya close.
âAlright, whatâs goinâ on in your head darlinâ?â He asks, kissinâ the side of your face, makinâ you chew at your cheek.
âI donât know what you mean.â You mumble, already turninâ towards him, moving into his embrace with happy sighs now that heâs back from an early shift at Duck Tape.
Clyde does his best to gather you up in his arms, holds ya real tight, hums out low in his chest the way that you like, the way you always call purrinâ, like heâs some great big cat content to be near you. And he is, but heâs worried too, he ainât used to seeinâ you like this, all scowly.
âCâmon, we both know I got all the poutinâ and glarinâ covered for the both of us. And we both know you donât like to go keepinâ your feelinâs all to yourself so why donât ya just tell me all about it like I know ya want to.â Clyde tugs on the hem of your sleep-shirt, and you smile a little at how much you love him, before that smile falls and you shrug.
âIâm justâŚI donât know Clyde, Iâm not feeling very festive this time around. With everything going on in the world, all the pain and suffering and mind-numbing stupidity, itâs hard to care about something so commercial like Christmas.â You look down at your hands, fingers pickinâ at nonexistent dirt under your nails, and Clyde gets it.
He looks deep into the fireplace for a moment or two, the flickerinâ glowinâ embers no doubt havinâ brought you some peace while he was out pourinâ drinks for the folks that donât got nowhere else to go for the holidays.
âYou know, the true meaninâ of Christmas ainât about parties or presents or nativity scenes or carolinâ or decoratinâ a damn good tree.â Clyde prompts. It ainât quite a question, but his voice tips up like it is one. You give in to his game, raisinâ and eyebrow at him and fighting a small smile at his tactics.
âWhat is it then?â You ask, because you know he wants you to.
âItâs here.â Clyde replies softly, covering your heart with his hand. He can feel the steady beat of it underneath his flesh and blood palm, and he can feel the warmth of your own as you cover his hand with yours. âItâs love. Love for your friends and family and folks you donât even know. Sure shitâs rough right now, but hell, when ainât it? Year after year the world feels like itâs endinâ, I used to get that way. But it ainât over yet, and if nothinâ else, weâve got these next few nights filled with light, ân love. And as long as weâve got that, well then weâre winninâ the fight against pain and sufferinâ and mind-numbinâ stupidity, wouldnât ya say?â
Youâre quiet for a few seconds, trying not to blink too much on accountâa if you do youâre gonna get tears all over your face. You lean your head back on his shoulder and look up at the ceiling, willinâ the little droplets to absorb back into your eyes.
âThatâs quite the speech Clyde Logan.â You say, your throat tight as some of the tears spill over anyway.
âSomeone real smart told me all that once, good couple years ago. I never forgot it, not even through rough times of my own when I was overseas.â He wipes the away with his thumb, brushes them off your cheeks and tilts your head to face him.
âOh yeah? Whoâs that?â You whisper, lookinâ right at his lips in just about as obvious a way as he was being with you.
âIâm lookinâ at her.â He quirks up a smile, and leans in to press the most gentle of kisses to your lips, a kiss which you happily sigh into, already feelinâ better, better now that heâs home with you. âNow câmon, whaddaya say the two of us get on goinâ up to bed? I hear Santy Claus donât visit houses when folks are awake.â
âYou expecting a big gift this year?â You tease, and Clyde pretends to not know about the new lawn mower heâd been hintinâ at for damn near six months thatâs waitinâ out in the shed.
âI hope so, Iâve been good.â Clyde nods, and you huff out a little laugh then, smiling for him.
âYeah, you have.â Your eyes are real soft when you say it, giving his hand a squeeze. âThanks Clyde, I love you.â
âI love you too darlinâ.â He stands up, takinâ you with him and leadinâ you through the trailer, where he stops suddenly to point at the doorway with a little, âOh shit, would ya look at that? Mistletoe.â
And as the two of you lean in to smile and chuckle against each otherâs lips, Clyde can feel the tension slippinâ and slidinâ away from your shoulders, and he feels like your words an age ago have never felt more real and present than right now.
anon requested shelby!reader getting arrested with the rest of them and alfie getting her out, confronting tommy
It was like the floor fell out from under the room as Tommy reeled off the charges. Everyone was suddenly at attention, raising from their seats and swinging around, looking at each other for an understanding they couldnât find themselves.
Youâd perched against the bookcases at the back of the room, wanting as much distance between you and Tommy as possible. You loved your brother but sometimes you couldnât stand the sight of him and the last couple of months had been especially fraught. This was the last step. Youâd get your share and be out of here. Back down to London with Alfie. Let things cool down, let Tommy sort his head out.
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Hello my friend! Iâm doing alright, having a very very lazy snuggly lie-about-in-bed-all-day kind of day :)Â
A couple pals of mine and I have a surprise for everyone this evening that Iâm so excited to finally share lol, and Iâd love to do a saturday night sleepover if anyone is interested, but other than that nothing is on the agenda for the day and thatâs how I like it.Â
How are you doing? Anything new or interesting going on in your neck of the woods? I hope youâre well and Iâm sending my love!Â
Oooh, a surprise. Im definitey here for it. Im glad you get to have a lazy day, they are literally the best.
Im doing ok Had a lazy day as well. Watching Peaky Blinders and RuPauls Drag Race with my sister eating ice cream. So as far as Saturdays go, Its pretty damn great.
Love you, and I look forward to the surprise. đđ
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