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miel-ji · 10 months

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Waiting For You

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst w/ fluff, established relationship

Pairing: Idol!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: heavy feelings, tears, and a kiss

Summary: Chan is feeling overwhelmed, and you’re there to comfort him

A/N: based on this request!! Also I noticed the hearts are pages from the cruel prince 🥰

You had always admired Chan’s hardwork and dedication to his music. You also admired how he was the kindest person you’ve ever met, always taking care of everyone around him. Like with his members, he was always trying to unload their burdens; even though he already has his fair share. When he was diligently working on all his projects, it was common for him to end up sleeping at the dorms that were closer to the studio or even at the studio itself. He had a bad habit of prioritizing his work over himself, so you always did your best to check in on him and take care of him.

It was harder to do this when their schedules would become busier during promotions. They had crazy schedules where they were constantly creating, practicing, and performing with very little breaks in between. You could tell he was tired. On the nights that he did come home at ungodly hours, he was immediately out cold when his head hit the pillow, and he was already gone when you’d wake up in the morning. You really tried to believe Chan when he told you that everything was okay. You didn’t want to push him, but your stomach would churn with concern when you could see the obvious toll everything was taking on him.

When you heard that he was getting the weekend off, you were so happy and relieved for him to finally have this well-deserved break. You were sure he needed to use these days to get much needed rest, and you wanted to help him destress in any way that you could. Once Friday night finally came, you had everything ready to give Chan a pampering. The hours were passing by, and you became more and more worried with each hour that you didn’t hear from him until eventually you received a very brief text that said he was sleeping at the dorms.

You decided that instead of being disappointed that he wasn’t coming home, you’d just go to him at the dorms. Changbin had been the one to let you in, being the only other one there since the others had gone home for the weekend and planning to leave himself first thing in the morning. It was almost midnight now, and once Changbin retreated back to his room, everything was still and quiet in the dorm as you made your way to your boyfriend’s room. “Hey Channie, it’s me…” you said, softly knocking on the door.

The silence stretched on for a moment, and you thought to yourself that he might just already be asleep. You quietly turned the knob and slipped inside, plunging the room in darkness once again as you gently shut the door behind you. Your eyes took a second to adjust to the lack of light, but you could make out Chan’s figure in the bed. He was still very much awake with his hands under his head and staring up at the ceiling. “Baby?” You called out to him softly.

He looked over at you just then as if he hadn’t even noticed you until now. He silently slid over to make room for you and pulled the covers back for you to join him. You wordlessly slotted your body next to his, your head resting on his bare chest and an arm hooked around his waist. The muted atmosphere settled around you both like a smothering blanket, and you focused on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under you.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked him softly after a while, and you traced soothing shapes into his skin at his side.

“So much…” he answered, his voice barely a whisper, and you could hear the exhaustion creeping in his tone.

Your brow furrowed in worry at his words, and the corners of your mouth turned down in a frown. “Want to talk about it?”

“No…”

“Chan…” your own voice sounded sad as you pleaded for him to let you in. You wanted to help him, but you knew he always had trouble asking for it.

He let out a long exhale of breath, and his arms that were wrapped around you squeezed you slightly. You craned your neck to look up at him, and you could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “I’m under so much pressure all the time…” you listened to him intently as his words came out strained and almost broken. “I just feel overwhelmed, but I can’t feel that way. Everyone is counting on me, and I can’t afford to be like this…”

“Baby…” you started, but he cut you off.

“Now, I’ve made you worried about me,” he laughed humorlessly. He removed one of his hands that was against your shoulder, and your body instantly missed the warmth of his touch. “You don’t have to do that… I can work through this alone,” He mumbled with his eyes still squeezed shut.

You lifted up from his chest to lean over him, and your own heart hurt seeing how much Chan was fighting in his own head. “I know that’s what you’re used to, but you don’t have to do it alone anymore…” You gently coaxed the hand away from his eyes to see his skin glistening under where his eyelashes rested. The silent tears had started to slip from his eyes and over his flushed cheeks.

He sucked in a harsh breath and shook his head stubbornly at your words. “I can’t- I don’t want to have to unload these things on you…” he struggled to say.

“Baby, it’s not a burden,” you quickly reassured him, holding his face with both of your hands as you used your thumbs to wipe away his tears. “You’re not a burden… never.” You said softly, leaning in to kiss his blotchy cheeks and feeling him relax a little under your touch.

Once you pulled away, his eyes slowly fluttered open to look up at you vulnerably. They were a little glassy from the tears that still pooled there. “I’m supposed to be strong all the time, and I don’t know if I can…” he admitted quietly.

“But you don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s okay to let yourself feel these things,” you brushed the hair back from his forehead, and you could see the tension slowly melting from his shoulders. “You’re my safe place, Channie. Let me be that for you.”

“You are. You already are, baby. I promise,” he said quickly. He gazed sincerely into your eyes, hoping that you knew just how much you meant to him. His fingers buried themselves in your hair as his hand rested on the back of your head.

“Please, let me in… let me help you…” you pleaded with your voice barely a whisper.

All Chan had said in return was a small, “okay,” but you knew that it had taken a lot for him to finally give in. His face was etched with heavy emotions, but you could tell there had been a weight lifted from him. You offered him a warm smile as your thumb swiped over his plump bottom lip. He gently pulled you toward him, and your lips softly brushed together.

The kiss was tender and sweet as you both communicated your trust and commitment to be there for each other. Your breaths melded together as he pressed you closer to him, and you felt as if you’d never be close enough. There was a hint of saltiness to his lips from the tears that he’d shed earlier, but they were still plush and perfect, making butterflies erupt in your stomach with every touch. When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, feeling his soft puffs of breath fan your face and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

You settled back on the pillows to lay down with him, and his head was tucked under your chin. The tufts of hair at the top of his head tickled you slightly, and you reached up to smooth them back down. His arms were wrapped securely around your waist as he nuzzled into your neck, and you happily wrapped your arms around his shoulders to hold him against you. You soothingly rubbed his back, and all the rigidness from before had been thoroughly dispelled.

The room once again fell silent, but it was no longer suffocating. The darkness that bathed the room now felt like a serene bubble from the world that you and Chan had created together. You relished in the warmth he provided with your limbs tangled together until your hearts were almost beating as one. You hoped Chan felt just as safe and loved in your hold as he always made you feel.

You only knew he hadn’t fallen asleep from the way his thumb was slowly stroking your skin from where it rested. “Chan?” You called out to him. He hummed in response, and you could feel the rumble as it vibrated in his chest. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m not,” he answered simply, his soothing voice bringing an absent smile to your lips. “I love this. Just existing with you…” He pressed a small kiss to your shoulder before he spoke again, “thank you.”

You leaned your head against his. Your cheek was pressed against his hair, and the familiar scent of his shampoo brought you an instant sense of ease. “For what?” You asked, confused as to why he was thanking you.

“For not letting me be alone,” his voice was muffled against your skin, but the meaning behind it reached you clearly.

“I’ll always be here for you.” You were willing to be patient and wait for him to talk to you about everything that overwhelmed him, but it was enough for now knowing he would. You soothingly ran your fingers through the locks of his hair until you felt his breathing slow and his hold on you slightly loosened as his body went lax. You softly kissed the top of his head, loving that you could bring him this comfort as you let your own eyes slowly close. You knew that he was now peacefully asleep, but you still whispered, “I love you.”

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crazedlunatic · 1 year

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Speeding Ticket

“So… I’m pretty sure either your dad or your brother just gave me a ticket.”

Matt, who was sitting at his kitchen table and looking at his laptop, glanced up. “Hmm… wonder what that might have been for?”

Adrian gave him a look.

“How many miles over?” Matt asked.

Adrian handed him the ticket.

“12 miles?! This isn’t even on the highway! Are you trying to kill somebody?!” Matt gasped.

“Don’t be dramatic.” Adrian rolled his eyes but smiled.

Matt gave him an adorable smile.

“It was your dad or brother, wasn’t it?” Adrian sighed.

“Yep.” Matt nodded.

“Can you… take care of it for me?” Adrian winced. “Maybe?”

“Well I probably could have if it was anybody except the Chief… who is my dad.” Matt looked at it again. “He spelled your last name wrong even after looking at the license. Seriously?”

“Wait a minute… your father is the Chief of Police?” Adrian deadpanned. “Meaning you are the youngest son, the baby, of the Chief of Police?”

“Yep!” Matt gave another bright smile. “You think dating a cop is good enough for you? You hurt me and you gotta deal with my cheerful ol’ daddy.”

“I just don’t know if you’re worth all that, Matthew.” Adrian let out a long sigh.

Matt let out a loud laugh and looked down at the ticket again. “You know on the highway 12 over isn’t that bad but in a neighborhood… I mean, what if a kid ran out into the street?”

Adrian gave him another look. “Seriously?”

“The only thing worse than going to a call where an adult has been hit by a car… is a kid. Trust me. I’ve been there for both.” Matt sighed a bit.

“So, you said he spelled my name wrong. Does that mean I can fight it in court?” Adrian looked hopeful.

“Ha. No.” Matt handed it back to him. “Sorry. If it was anyone except my dad or brother I could do it but they’ll know right away if I do it. They know your name. Well, your first name. He’d figure it out pretty quick seeing my name next to yours.”

“Crap. I’ve never had a ticket before.”

Matt gave him a look.

“Well… here.” Adrian looked sheepish.

“Oh, I know.”

“What, did you look me up?”

“Yep. The day I pulled you over. Remember?” Matt nodded. “Three speeding tickets, one every three-ish years. Well, four in this case I guess.”

Adrian glared, taking the ticket back.

“Believe it or not, I was not surprised to see you sassed an officer in Utah.” Matt laughed.

Adrian sat at the table with him, choosing not to comment. Matt loved to bring how they met up.

“I’ll talk to Dad and see if he’d be too pissed if I wrote it off if you promise to quit speeding. I know 12 miles doesn’t seem like much but I’ve seen some really messed up bodies from going twenty over. In all seriousness.” Matt looked him in the eyes. “I would be devastated if you got in a wreck, I was the first one to make it there, and you…”

Adrian frowned. Because when you saw Matt with a serious, sad expression like that… it was hard not to frown, honestly.

“Speaking of, though!” Matt said cheerfully, going and grabbing his wallet.

Now Adrian was looking at him like he was crazy.

“Will you carry this in your wallet? Not in a card slot but somewhere it can actually be seen?” Matt walked back over, handing him a thin black card that was as thick as a credit card. It had Matt’s contact information on it.

At the top it said Property of the bearer Matthew Caldwell. It then had Adrian’s name and the words: The bearer of this card is an immediate family member of a police officer with the Cambridge, MA Police Department. In case of emergency please call 911 and then 617-349-3300.

“My badge number is on the back… and my personal cell phone number.” Matt added, somewhat sheepishly.

Adrian stared at it for several seconds, breath caught in his throat.

Immediate family member.

Matt had cared about him enough to have a family call card made?

“It’s not a big deal.” Matt said quickly—after Adrian had been quiet too long. “Just… just in case something happens and either you can’t call or… you know…”

Adrian gave him a small smile and nodded.

“… But don’t try to flash it if you get pulled over. Officers hate that.” Matt quickly added. “I just… want you to be safe and if anything happens… I want to be there.”

Adrian’s eyes teared up and he nodded.

“Oh God. Don’t cry.” Matt sat by him.

“Sorry. Oh my God.” Adrian wiped his eyes and took a deep breath and forced a laugh. “I think it just threw me off. We were talking about a parking ticket.”

“Adrian… I love you.”

Adrian’s tears stopped in their tracks—mostly from shock.

“I know we’ve only been dating for four months if you don’t count when you and that guy were still having sex—oh God. That wasn’t meant to sound like that. I just… I really, really, really liked you for two months and the last four months that we’ve been exclusive… I just… I’ve never felt this way about anybody. You’re the first person I want to talk to in the morning and the last person I want to talk to before bed. And when I’ve had a bad day at work and you just listen and… you are perfect to me. You can be an asshole and really difficult and sometimes I have to imagine not pushing you off a very slow moving hayride but…”

“What?!” Adrian let out a loud laugh.

“Basically, I’m falling in love with you. No. I’ve fallen in love with you.” Matt swallowed. “There’s nobody else like you… and nobody else I would want to love. I can’t imagine feeling this way for anyone other than you and I…”

Adrian ran his fingers through Matt’s hair, not knowing what to say.

Did he love Matt?

Probably not but, honestly, he didn’t know if he would ever be able to trust anyone enough to really love them after Chad.

Matt was so good, though. So kind, patient, caring, sweet. He was always smiling or laughing—or making somebody else smile or laugh. Any time Adrian needed anything at all he’d come. Even if he was at work, as soon as he had a free moment he would still come.

There was a reason Matt couldn’t go down the street without someone stopping him to thank him, to say hello, to ask how he was, so many things. They couldn’t go out together without someone stopping Matt at least once an hour.

Matt was just… good. So good. And everyone that really knew Matt could tell.

“I know you aren’t there and it’s okay.” Matt said after several seconds. “I just… please take the card. Okay? Keep it where someone can see if anything…”

“I’ll keep it.” Adrian whispered, making eye contact.

“You just… make me feel like I didn’t know I could feel… and if something happens, I just… want to be there as soon as possible.” Matt took a deep breath. “You’re so important to me, Adrian.”

“I’ll keep it… if you tell me how old you really are.” Adrian smiled a bit.

“Oh God. Why does it matter so much?” Matt groaned.

“How old? I’ve been very good. I could have checked your driver’s license so many times when you were asleep.”

“21.”

“Shut up.” Adrian’s eyes widened—because really? With that body?

“Twenty one… and six months. I turned 21 the day we met.” Matt winced. He then quickly added, “But I didn’t lie. I was 21 or older when you asked.”

Adrian shook his head and touched Matt’s face. “You are rotten.”

“Yeah, well… I am the youngest and my mother would definitely agree with you.” Matt gave an adorable smile and shrugged.

“I, uhm… you’re right. I’m not there yet.” Adrian admitted. “But you mean a lot to me and… and I think I could be there soon.”

Matt made Adrian want to believe that—that maybe he could trust someone enough to truly love them after Chad.

He’d never felt safe with anyone he had dated before but it was hard not to feel safe when he was with Matt. It was like he could feel that Matt really and truly cared for him. He felt like Matt would protect him—and he really hoped that wasn’t why he felt so attached because Matt was so good.

Also, nobody had ever told Adrian they’d loved him unless it was in the middle of or just after sex. And he could really tell that Matt meant it.

And sex with Matt felt like nothing ever had—physically and emotionally. He had never felt so connected with another person.

“Are you okay? Is it too much?” Matt looked at him, sheepish.

“The card or you turning 21 the day we met?” Adrian sniffled a bit and smiled.

“All of it.”

“I’m okay.” Adrian nodded, still smiling.

Matt let out a relieved sigh.

“You’re really special, Matt.” Adrian said, voice gentle. “You help all of these people and you see horrible things every day but you still laugh and smile and joke… you see so many horrible things daily that would ruin some people but… you keep helping and you keep smiling… you’re a really special person.”

Matt shrugged one shoulder but gave his dopey, embarrassed smile that Adrian felt was mostly reserved for just himself. “Since we’re both so special, maybe we’re endgame?”

Adrian laughed and shook his head, putting the call card in front of his driver’s license. “To be continued?”

Matt reached over, touching his cheek with a solemn expression that worried Matt.

Had he said the wrong thing?

Matt then said, very seriously, “I’ll try to get that ticket taken care of.”

Adrian burst into loud laughter, pushing Matt back. “You jerk.”

Matt grinned and put the ticket on the counter with his work badge and ID. “No promises, though. Depends on how much he likes me when I ask. I’ll try to be a very good boy tomorrow morning.”

“You don’t have to.” Adrian watched Matt.

In that moment, he’d never wanted to love somebody more… he’d also never been so sad that Chad had been his first love. Because this was probably how it was supposed to feel.

Matt came back over and bent, kissing the top of his head. “Perks of dating a police officer. You know that and the guns… all three.”

“You are too obsessed with working out.” Adrian rolled his eyes.

“I don’t see you complaining.” Matt gave him a pointed look.

“No.” Adrian agreed. “You don’t.”

Matt kissed the top of his head again and then squeezed his shoulder. “What do you want to do today? I picked last time.”

“Can we just… hang out here and watch a movie? Then maybe go downtown and walk?” Adrian asked. “You kind of owe me a cookie. It’s been two weeks.”

“Yeah, sorry. They’ve been closed by the time I’ve made it off work. I hate midday shifts.” Matt looked at him guiltily. “That’s fine, though. What do you want to watch?”

“It’s your turn to pick.” Adrian reminded him, smiling.

“Lord of the Rings?” Matt’s expression was serious.

Adrian blinked at him. “You’re not even funny, Matthew.”

“I’m hilarious.” Matt said, going and pulling out a Harry Potter DVD.

“You’ve got a serious case of youngest child syndrome.” Adrian shook his head but smiled when Matt sat back down next to him.

“And you’ve got a serious case of oldest child syndrome.” Matt said. “How did I end up with you?”

Adrian leaned against him, pulling Matt’s jacket over his legs as the movie started. “I dunno. I guess you just got lucky.”

“That’s one way of putting it.” Matt snorted.

“Shh. My man is about to be on.” Adrian put his hand over Matt’s mouth, pulling it back quickly when Matt licked him. “You are a child.”

“Must be that youngest child syndrome?” Matt smiled sweetly.

“God. What have I gotten myself into?” Adrian moved his head to Matt’s chest.

“A lifetime of laughter and tears—tears from laughter, that is.”

Adrian snuggled closer when Matt wrapped his arm around him. “You don’t really like Lord of the Rings, right?”

“Have you even met me?” Matt scoffed. “It’s so boring I fell asleep in the theater.”

“I’ll keep you then.”

Matt bent and kissed the top of his head. “Try and make me leave.”

#adrian/matt

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writer-monster · 3 years

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11 reasons why cap 4 should reintroduce Bucky Barnes as the love interest, an essay

to start this off, i am not writing this essay from a shipping place nor do i believe that this would have any influence at all over the upcoming movie. i expect nothing. this is simply something that i would personally like to see. (of course no hate to anybody who thinks differently)

here are 11 reasons why i think making Bucky into Sam Wilson's love interest in Cap 4 would be a good move for Disney.

1. on the Chinese film market - and why it's an irrelevant argument against the inclusion of homosexual themes in Cap 4

the Chinese film market is something that has been blamed for a lack of diversity in Hollywood films a lot lately. many people claim that this market with a lot of buying power has been responsible for the lack of gay and black representation in particular within Hollywood films.

and we have certainly seen Hollywood treating it as such, going so far as to cut gay scenes from movies for their Chinese releases, and vastly minimising John Boyega's (a black actor's) presence in the Chinese poster of Star Wars The Force Awakens.

[image ID: on the left is an image of the American poster for Star Wars The Force Awakens, featuring John Boyega prominently on the right-hand side. And on the right is the Chinese poster for the same movie, in which John Boyega is barely visible.]

so we know at the very least that Disney believes this through their own actions and efforts to self-censor for the different markets.

but Captain America 4 is a black-led movie, don't you forget. and Disney can't minimise Sam Wilson/Anthony Mackie in the movie or the poster because it's his movie and his poster. and no amount of creativity in the editing room can change that (thank God!).

so if by their own argument the film is already going to be either banned, panned or slammed in China... then what do they have to fear from making it a gay movie too?

2. oh, the queerbaiting

queerbaiting is an unusual cultural idea. and sometimes i find myself thinking that the term is far too easily used, but then all of a sudden i will stumble upon a movie or show that is so quintessentially cruel and overt in it's... well... queerbaiting that i will start to wonder what the hell kind of a bizarre relationship all these straight people seem to have with their friends. take Troy and Abed from Community or John and Sherlock from Sherlock as the perfect examples of this. (in which my reaction to the show's creators saying the show wasn't gay was to ask so then why did you make it so gay?!)

i felt that Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes in tfatws were getting quite close to this level of queerbaiting.

there was the field scene, the couple's counselling scene, the boat scene, the couple's counselling scene, Bucky going with Sam to face Karli when she told Sam to come alone, the couple's counselling scene, ALL the staring scenes, Sam checking out Bucky's ass here as they said goodbye, the "i would move in with him but" hidden scene, "Uncle Bucky" showing up at the cookout scene, the romantic walking off together into the sunset together ending scene, and the couple's counselling scene. did i forget anything? but i mean seriously, the couple's counselling scene!!! that thing they did with their legs and their crotches while staring deep into each other's eyes, would any straight guy willingly do that? do straight guys crotch-snuggle now?

[image ID: an image of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes during the therapy scene with the quote, "Isn't anybody going to drag me into impromptu couple's therapy and slot my legs firmly between theirs before staring deeply into my eyes?"]

(yeah i stole this image from a buzzfeed article on the fan reactions to the couple's therapy scene. but given that they stole 80% of the content of that article from fandom tumblr, i think it's pretty even-steven.)

there's also the fact that people started talking about bisexual Bucky Barnes a lot after the tiger pictures line, and the lead writer Malcom Spellman responded to the talk of Bucky's bisexuality with "just keep watching". well we watched, Malcolm. but it's beginning to feel like you were just jerking us around.

3. the writing

seriously though, what else is Bucky Barnes doing right now in the MCU? his only remaining connection to anything going on right now is through Sam. there is literally nothing else established that's left for him to do that doesn't involve Sam. he moved to Louisiana to be closer to Sam (canonically), he hangs out with Sam's family (canonically), and Steve is presumably gone and is definitely not coming back for more adventures.

he has no villains or loose ends left. he has no other superheroes that he appears to be in contact with. he has no girlfriend or potential love interest, or even other friends or family. he is living in a tent that he has secretly set up in Sam's backyard and is mysteriously appearing from the bushes when it's time for dinner like a stray cat.

in my opinion there is no other meaningful and pre-established progression for Bucky's character that wouldn't just feel cheap.

plus, i don't think the general audience would be all that surprised if they kissed. i think a LOT of people picked up on all that tension. i think a lot of straight people picked up on all that tension too.

4. the chemistry between the actors & the chemistry between the characters

the original pitch for tfatws was essentially just this, it was the chemistry between Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie and their respective MCU characters of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.

now obviously Anthony and Sebastian are simply friends, and i wouldn't mean to imply anything more. but they are also not their characters.

Sam and Bucky's scenes together before tfatws were both limited and short, and yet audiences still fell in love with the dynamic between the two characters.

in interviews, these two actors are constantly slipping into character and flirting with each other and frankly it's adorable. plus it's really entertaining. i'd love to see that dynamic, unfiltered, in a movie.

because believe it or not the flirting is actually even more open in their interviews than it was in tfatws. and i'm leaving some links as proof.

this here is known as the "married" compilation

and here's a "lucky dip" selection of interviews - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

and here's Anthony trying to get Seb to take his jacket off.

i'm just saying, why not let their chemistry shine? these two are so talented and so entertaining, especially when you put them in a room together. and can you imagine how absolutely hilarious and brilliant it would be to watch them navigate being a couple?

(and for those who bring up the "friends would be uncomfortable pretending to be dating" argument, i'm not here asking for a sex scene or anything. i don't think anyone would expect them to show any more intimacy (physical or emotional) while playing a couple than what they've already shown together in say... tfatws or in their own interviews. not that i actually expect anything regardless.)

5. if they were a man and a woman they would've gotten together in tfatws

i have no more to add here. just that... yeah, they would've.

6. and i'm not talking about the comics here, i'm talking about the MCU.

i understand fully that none of what i'm saying here falls in line with these characters from the comics. but the mcu itself doesn't fall much in line with the comics either, and these two characters especially are very different from their comics counterparts.

i'm not asking for these two to get together in the comics. tbh i don't think that it would work.

but the mcu Sam and Bucky are different and closer than their comics counterparts. they've got different histories, different backstories, and a very different dynamic. please rest assured that i am only talking about them in the mcu.

7. Bucky Barnes is believably bisexual. and Sam Wilson has never been proven to be straight in the mcu, nor has he had a love interest.

(now please continue to keep in mind that these points only stand for the mcu versions of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, and not at all for their comics counterparts.)

Sam Wilson has never had a love interest, which is crazy because have you seen that man! he has had two blink and you'll miss it moments of verbal expression of attraction to women, both in TWS. and that's the extent of it, through his entire history in the mcu.

Bucky Barnes has had a number of surface-level female love interests, but none of them even came close to the level of connection and chemistry that Bucky shares with Sam.

and i'm sorry SarahBucky fans, but i just don't think there's very much to their relationship either. i love Sarah, i really do. but it's Sam who shares all the meaningful moments and history and chemistry with Bucky. and i don't see what making her into a love interest would do for Sarah's character either, what would that add to her story?

[Picture ID: Bucky at the cookout with Sam, Sarah, Cass and AJ. Bucky and Sam are looking at each other and smiling.]

and also there is the whole tiger pictures thing... again. which does strongly suggest that Bucky is bisexual whether this was intentional on behalf of the writers or not.

8. it's representation... AND it feels natural

marvel hasn't had a lot of queer representation that's been noticeably present in the MCU at the time of writing this.

there have been a lot of failures so far, from the bisexual erasure of Valkyrie in Thor Ragnarok to the wlw erasure in Black Panther.

there was queerbaiting almost identical to the bisexual Bucky baiting for Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2. when asked if he had considered featuring a gay hero in gotg2, director James Gunn stated that "We might have already done that. I say, watch the movie." after the movie's release audiences were understandably confused about the lack of queer representation. To which the director followed up his comments with, "But we don't really know who's gay and who's not. It could be any of them."

there is also Loki, considered by most fans after the airing of his six episode series on Disney+ to be both a poor attempt at both genderfluid representation and bisexual representation. with both attempts being summed up fairly well by the term "blink-and-you'll-miss-it". (also it's just terribly written and Loki doesn't wear any interesting clothes! fanficcers are a Goddamn blessing in this hard time!)

and let us not forget that Andrew Garfield was apparently FIRED for pushing for a bisexual spiderman. a bisexual spiderman within an interracial mlm relationship no less.

so for all these failures, marvel, why not allow us queer fans this? two brilliant and heroic men in a loving interracial relationship. two heroes that we can look up to.

now, one of the biggest detractions from the argument for representation is the idea of "forced diversity". and some poorly written characters certainly do end up feeling forced into the narrative. take Iceman in the comics for example, with Jean Grey just straight up suddenly telling him he's gay. like, marvel, sweetie, that's not how this works! and i don't know a lot of queer people who thought much of that "representation".

but the crux of the "forced diversity" argument is almost always that it feels unnatural within the story, right? and i don't think that anyone could say that about MCU Sam and Bucky ending up together, given these characters' existing chemistry and their history. they've both played characters in gay relationships before so we know that it's not outside of either actor's wheelhouse. and y'all know that Anthony and Seb can act, people. if it's in the script i believe that they'll make it seem like the most natural thing on earth.

9. it'd be a nice change

there's been an ongoing meme lately about "Disney's first gay character", the joke being that they continually announce gay characters without really ever including gay characters in their films.

this is to the point where Disney has formed a reputation amongst queer audiences of being homophobic.

if Sam and Bucky were to become a couple, then Disney could have its first actual gay character within a gay relationship. AND have him be in the lead of his own movie, no less.

it's also worth keeping in mind that there's likely an overlap between the people who were outraged by a Sam Wilson Captain America, and the people who'd be outraged by a gay Captain America. and if they were already not seeing the film, then i don't think much is gonna change that.

queer audiences would definitely love it, and the media attention would be guaranteed to be huge. i mean, simply look at the amount of media attention mere rumours of a character's queerness gets you and multiply that by a canon confirmation of said rumours.

but i'm pretty sure that Disney already knows this.

10. and yet, in truth, it's not about the representation

in truth i've never felt that i had any trouble relating to characters of any sexual orientation, race, gender, sex, body type, etc. (although that is not to throw any shade at all on people who do wish to see themselves represented) but for me, i think it's more about the story than the packaging.

and yet, a love story is still just a story. straight or queer, monoethnic or interracial. when two characters have chemistry and history and have sacrificed for each other time and time again, and they also can't keep their hands or their eyes off each other, then i'm pretty sure that that's a love story.

straight or queer, monoethnic or interracial, it shouldn't be about these simple labels. it should be about how well written the relationship is. it should be about chemistry, and history, and sacrifice.

because i'm fucking sick of all the hollow, forced romances in media no matter the genders of the participants. i'm sick of lazily written, shallow relationships where any two people sharing the same space for any extended period of time will simply fall in love. it's boring, it's repetitive, and as a writer myself it drives me up the wall!

romance stories suck! and everyone knows that romance stories suck. between twilight, and most of the entire YA genre, and love triangles (so boring), and romance used as poorly-written throwaway subplots in Hollywood movies, the world is in agreement that the romance in western media is simply dreadful. and yet we still want love stories. it's an entire genre that sits at the heart of the human experience (<3), and yet one which so few of today's best known writers seem truly able to capture.

i don't think that i'm the only one who feels this way, either. i suspect it's actually a large part of why fandom is so romance-centred in the first place, that we're all just starving for a good love story.

(btw i think fandom has a reputation for being something that as a whole that it is not. it has this reputation for straight up demanding things and harassing people until they get their way. while unfortunately there are a few people who do this, they're fucking annoying and i swear that they're far from the majority.

in my experience fandom is mostly about writing a five thousand word story at three am while drunk off your ass because it might make someone whom you've never met smile, editing it in the cold light of day, and then posting it. expecting nothing. sometimes getting nothing. and sometimes getting someone send you kudos or a comment so heartbreakingly wonderful that it makes you smile in return.)

11. so once again, it is all about the writing.

i want to see Sam and Bucky get together in the mcu, not because they would be a gay couple but because i genuinely believe that their story has potential to be an amazing love story.

and i know the mcu isn't about the romance. it's why in my personal opinion we haven't gotten a lot of good canon romances besides Peter Quill and Gamora. and i don't think that the mcu should be all about the romance either. i fucking love the action and the fighting scenes. i love the comedy. Captain America: The Winter Soldier had no romance and it was a fucking treasure, it was an amazing spy-action-thriller and it made my little gay heart dance. Thor Ragnarok had no romance, and it was an utterly brilliant comedic spectacle action film. not every movie needs romance.

but mcu Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes were doing couple's therapy and fixing a boat and walking off into the sunset together in tfatws. they were inseparable on the battlefield. they've got a dynamic. it's beautiful, it's romantic, and it's gold.

a budding relationship between them in the next movie would be a good way to explore both characters more without the narrative feeling too stilted and separate. at the end of tfatws, both Sam and Bucky fans found that their respective fave felt somewhat underutilised and that their characters were underexplored.

now, that problem would be even more difficult to remedy in a movie, because the plotline of a movie needs to be really tight to work (giggity). and we know that the central conflict of the movie is gonna be action-based (which is good), but we still need each character's personal journey and growth to tie into the main conflict. (which is another issue that some fans found with tfatws, that these characters didn't really feel connected to the action-based plot on a more personal level.)

if Sam and Bucky are already in a relationship, however, this whole dynamic changes. first, their relationship has already been set up for nicely since TWS and through tfatws and they would officially be the best-fleshed-out couple in the mcu. but most importantly, a relationship gives them a perfect vehicle to explore both of their pasts comparatively and connect them personally to the action-based plot.

do you want to establish that Sam is a little too trusting and naïve? then establish this through his relationship with Bucky, and through showing his placing his trust in Bucky. (rather than through having him sympathise with a villain who threatened to murder his sister and his nephews).

perhaps you want to show Bucky recovering from his trauma? show us how comfortable he is with Sam. they get along, they're enjoying each other's presence, we see more of Sam's life and of his family, and then let Bucky tell Sam something that's raw and dark and honest about his life as The Winter Soldier. something about a memory, one that he only just recalled. he's opening up. and maybe what he tells Sam is even something that sets up the future action-based conflict, to ground that in something real.

you want to explore that Sam has trauma too? do this through Bucky. he tells Bucky a story about his time in the military. in the form of a flashback, he shares his own story of loss to evoke before the audience the shared theme of feeling at fault even when you're simply a helpless bystander to an act of pure destruction.

then, action sequence! and it's directly connected to Bucky's time as the Winter Soldier. explore the grief of someone whose life the Winter Soldier tore apart manifesting into a villain perpetuating the cycle of pain. establish your villain.

Later, Sam is dragged into battle against this villain for protecting Bucky. But Bucky doesn't want Sam to protect him. He feels guilt for what he can't control and he doesn't want Sam getting hurt because of him. Bucky reminds Sam that he has a family, one who needs him and who loves him. He tells him to go home.

Sam reminds Bucky that he's a part of that family. And that sure Sam's a hero and his job is to protect anyone and everyone, but that he's doing it because he wants to. It's not simply to prove that he can, or to prove that he's not a bystander (this connects to Sam's trauma here), but that he's doing it to help people.

and this gets Bucky thinking about who he is and what he's doing here. is he a hero who stands by Sam's side? or is he an ordinary man who stands aside? or perhaps, does he stand alone? what does he stand for? Maybe Sam knows. But does Bucky?

Sam and Bucky fight off the villain again, and for the first time Bucky meets this adversary face to face. And Bucky recognises this villain, and has a flashback to the genuine pain that he inflicted upon them in the form of the Winter Soldier. Bucky freezes mid-fight, he almost dies, and Sam has to save him.

Sam chews Bucky out for almost getting killed because he was afraid for him. but Bucky takes this the wrong way and goes off to fight the villain alone, or perhaps to die alone, he's not quite sure.

He puts up a half-hearted fight. He apologises for what the Winter Soldier has done, and he waits for the killing blow, when Sam swoops down and he saves him. He asks Sam why he saved him and Sam calls him a moron. And then, Sam asks him what sacrificing himself would solve. He tells him that you can't choose your past but you can choose your future (connecting to his own experience of loss and guilt and grief). And that no matter what Bucky Barnes still has a future, whether that's as the Winter Soldier or the White Wolf or just some dork with a day job. And that he has a future as a part of Sam's family too.

Sam fights the villain, and it's toe to toe. He delivers a few good blows, but receives a fair few himself. And then the villain tears off his wings, first one and then the other, in a manner reminiscent of what the Winter Soldier did to him in TWS. Through Bucky's eyes there's a flashback to highlight the parallels. Sam gets back on his feet and he fights his best fight, but is now losing.

And then the heavily injured Bucky steps up and fights by Sam's side, and only together do they take down the villain.

"So... I inspired you, huh?" Sam teases with a smile, utterly exhausted. "With my heroism and-"

"You inspired me." Bucky said, equally exhausted. "Let's leave it at that."

Together, Sam and Bucky go back to the safety and warmth of their family. Sam fixes his wings. Sam goes back to being Captain America. And Bucky... he's around, but it's unclear what he's doing.

That is, until the very end. When Sam is in a fight, and suddenly Bucky shows up and helps him out.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asks.

"I've made up my mind." Bucky says. "I'm the Winter Soldier. But now I'll save lives, Sam. Now, like you, I'll be a hero."

Sam smirks. "So does this make you my sidekick, then?"

Bucky smiles. "C'mon, at least make me a partner." He says.

"How about co-workers." Sam says (in flashback, he remembers back to the death of his last on-the-job partner).

"How about friends." Bucky says, with a wry look.

"Bucky... I don't want to see you put your dumbass self in danger." Sam says.

"Oh, and it's ok for you to go running off into danger on your own all the time?" Bucky asks.

"Yes." Sam says stubbornly. "Absolutely it is."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not a dumbass?!"

"Sam, if you think I'm not gonna be watching your back for the rest of time... then you're the biggest dumbass I know. And I don't care if you need me or not, I will be there for you."

"Because Sam, you're more than Captain America. You're more than a good soldier. You're a good man. And I think sometimes, the world forgets what the difference is."

...or something like that.

(i only spent like 15 minutes on that. you know if i were actually writing this movie i would come up with something much better. and if anyone from marvel is seeing this, yes i can come work for you. i will make the time, let's do this thing right!)

finale

at the end of the day, whether or not the mcu chooses to make Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes a couple, it's their decision. and they don't owe me anything.

i'm just some random person on the internet. who thinks that Captain America 4 should #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Hey, lovely! For your sleepover. How about...

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

Please feel free to ignore if you received this. 💖

Checking In

Summary// A hotel getaway with Bucky's favorite receptionist

Warnings// Lil angsty, some fluff, some smut, cursing, tiny mention of drinking, 18 plus only, minors dni

Note// I kinda love this request. I didn't use the quote, but its based off of the quote, this also got LONG and took sooo long.

My new masterlist and taglist will hopefully be done tomorrow night.

Im really hoping it doesn't flop bc I'm lowkey proud of it and also spent a lot of time on it

MASTERLIST

Moodboard by @commonintrest

This was the slowest Bucky had went with someone in a very long time. Three dates in and he hadn't even had the chance to see you naked. It was driving him crazy to say the least.

Anyone else wouldn't have gotten a call back, but for you; it made him want it even more. So, he came up with an idea to take that extra step.

Walking into the hotel you worked at, he gave a nod to the security guard and flashed you a charming smile; his hair much shorter than when you saw him last. "Like the haircut." You said, turning in the chair to look at him. "Feels more... professional."

"Checking in again?" You asked, leaning your chin on the base of your palm, reaching your other hand to card your fingers through the short hair.

Bucky shook his head and leaned his forearms on the desktop. "No. We are checking in somewhere else. Tonight, when you're off."

His eyes trailed down to the top of your blouse, looking at the few buttons that where open. "Buck, I'm not staying in a hotel with you." You smiled, shaking your head. "Come on, I'll sleep on the couch if you're too uncomfortable." He smirked.

You thought it over for a moment before sighing and nodding your head. "Yeah, ok." You agreed, letting him pull you in for a brief kiss by the back of your neck. "Fantastic. I'll be here at five to get you."

"I'll have to go get cl-" Bucky shook his head at you. "Won't need 'em." He said, turning to walk out. "Bucky, don't you dare."

"See ya tonight, pretty girl."

As promised, five o'clock hit and Bucky was pulling in front of the doors in his sleek black car; quickly getting out.

His usual suit was traded in for a more casual button up tee and dark jeans, the prosthetic that matched the shape of his right arm perfectly on display.

He rounded the desk and picked up your bag. "You can't be back here." You teased, making him roll his eyes. "Come along, babydoll. We have plans." He said, hand between your shoulder blades to guide you with him.

Bucky's plan would surely get that extra step at least jumpstarted. The heated make out sessions in his car when he dropped you off were starting to get to him.

He refused to call anyone else to handle the tightening of his jeans, the wait made him yearn for you even more.

So, he patiently waited as you changed into the lavender sundress he'd sent for, listened and talked over dinner on the patio of the motel, and just basked in your enjoyable presence.

"Dance with me." You said, hand laying on his bicep. He chuckled lightly and shook his head. "I don't dance, sugar."

You raised your eyebrows and cocked your head to the side, fingers tracing down the vein that ran the length of his arm and to his hand. "Well, you're going to, or you'll be sleeping in that room alone." You laced your fingers in his and he looked at you with an amused expression. "Oh, really now?"

"Mhm, c'mon. It's a slow one, so you won't embarass yourself." You teased, feeling his hands on your hips as soon as you turned your back to him. "I never said I couldn't dance. Just that I don't, babydoll." His gruff voice said in your ear, moving to stand in front of you once in the midst of the other couples enjoying their night.

"Couldn't say no to you if I tried anyways." He said softly as your hands rested on the back of his neck, his on the dip of your waist.

The Bucky who took you on dates was different than the Bucky who strolled in your lobby at least once every two weeks. He wasn't glowering when he looked at you; instead he had a smile that made the corner of his eyes crinkle and your heart flutter.

He hadn't smiled so hard and so much in years. He was addicted. To your voice, fiery attitude, and gleaming smile; and he couldn't even imagine how much more he'd crave once he finally got a taste of you.

"Gonna let me sleep in the bed, pretty girl?" He cooed, hands roaming over the swell of your ass. "Of course, Mr Barnes." You grinned, pecking a kiss to his dimpled chin. "Could dance with you all night if you wanted me to." He said, squeezing gently. "I wouldn't complain."

His lips slotted over yours, your eyes fluttering shut at the softness of them.

He suddenly lifted his head, bottom lip brushing the tip of your nose as you opened your eyes again.

Bucky's cold demeanor he usually had while walking through the lobby of the hotel returned, smile fading into a deep scowl as he looked at something behind you.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, worry lacing your voice as you cupped his stubbled jaw in your hands, feeling the muscle of it flex. "Just stay close." He murmured, pulling you closer to his front.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, lips parting to say something, but the stern look in his eyes stopping you as they stayed glued on whatever was behind you.

"Barnes, didn't expect to see you here- like this." A voice that was slightly higher in pitch than Bucky's sounded from behind you.

Bucky tucked you into his side, hand on the small of your back as he stared at the shorter man. "Just enjoying my night. That a problem?"

You swallowed thickly and gripped onto the back of Bucky's shirt, crumbling the perfectly ironed fabric in your fist as your heart pounded. "Needa talk." The man said.

Bucky's eyes flicked to a group of men sitting at the corner of the patio before looking back to the man in from of him. "Go sit down. Order us some more drinks." Bucky said sternly. "Bucky-"

He finally looked down at you with an icy stare, making you shrink back slightly. "Now isn't the time to argue with me. Go sit down." The tone of his voice was one you hadn't heard before.

You nodded and turned to walk back to the table, picking at your nails as you took your seat again.

Looking to where Bucky was sat at the table with the group, you chewed your bottom lip. You knew what you were getting into when accepting that first date, you just didn't think it'd follow you everywhere.

He tried to stay patient, he was in rival territory and knew it was a terrible idea; but this was one of the nice hotels and he wanted the weekend spent right. Keeping his cool was the only way he was going to be able to do that.

He was barely even listening to half of what the men were saying, glancing over at your nervous posture as you picked the nails he had just paid to get manicured; even though you protested against taking his money.

Until one statement had his head snapping back towards one of them. "The girl seems... sweet. Make you happy?" It wasn't meant in a way a friend would ask when checking up on another friend. Bucky felt it burn through him like a threat.

"Yeah, well, she's got a mouth on her and I'm losing my patience. So, you men have a good night, you owe my girl an apology for ruining her night." He stood, teeth gritting together.

You noticed Bucky's tense stance and straightened in your seat as he got closer. "Rude bastards." Bucky grumbled, taking your hand in his and tugging for you to stand. "What did they want?"

Bucky thought about lying, but he promised you he wouldn't. "Talk business. Can't believe they'd interrupt me over stupid bullshit." He sneered, pulling you along with him back into the hotel. "Where are we going? They're going to bill you for those drinks." You huffed, picking up your pace to walk next to him. "Don't care."

By the time the two of you reached the door to your room, Bucky had you pressed against it; fumbling to swipe the key card as his lips attacked yours.

Your hands fisted into the front of his shirt to keep your balance as shoes were kicked off, Bucky backing you towards the bed with his large hands holding the sides of your face.

You fell back onto the bed when the backs of your knees met the edge of the mattress, taking him with you; Bucky's body parting your legs.

The kiss was hungry and desperate, sharing breaths as his hands gripped at your outer thighs and pawed their way under the skirt of your dress.

You pulled away from the kiss, breathless as he dipped his head to latch his lips on the underside of your jaw. "Bucky, wait-" You panted, pressing his shoulders lightly. "What?" He breathed, stopping all movements as he looked at you; eyes dark and lips kiss swollen. "I-"

"You're a virgin. We can wait, if so." He cut you off, face dropping slightly. "No, no. It's not that. I just haven't had sex in awhile." You said, gnawing at your tongue. "Want me to go slower?"

"I just don't want to take things too fast." You whispered, tracing the collar of his shirt with your fingertips.

Bucky took a deep inhale, warm hand moving to hold your chin. "Babygirl, listen. I'm not going to kick you out of my bed when we're done. You got me attached with this damn chase you gave me. Wanna take care of you. Okay?"

You nodded and pulled him back down to you, his tongue slipping between your lips as his fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt.

Gently pushing them away, you replaced his hands with yours to pop the buttons open as his tongue glided across every inch of your mouth he could reach.

You lifted your back off of the mattress for his hand to feel for the zipper of your dress, grazing your fingers down the tensing muscles of his chest and abdomen; stopping at the button of his jeans.

"Don't get shy now, take 'em off." Bucky mumbled against your lips, sliding the straps of your dress off of your shoulders.

The wetness between your legs grew as your tugged at his belt, whimpering into his mouth when he pressed his hips against you to show how hard he was.

Pulling away, Bucky sat up to tug your dress down your torso and legs; eyes drinking in the beautiful sight in front of him as he shoved his jeans off and palmed himself through his boxers.

"Take the shirt off." You panted, backing up the bed. A smirk grew on his face, metal thumb sliding back and forth in the waistband of his boxers as he looked at your glistening folds. "Ask nicely and I just might." He taunted. "Please."

You watched the way his muscles flexed with each movement, the shirt sliding off of his arms and to the floor; revealing the mess of scars Bucky hoped you'd ignore and a large tattoo on his ribcage.

Next were his boxer briefs, pooling at his feet as his cock twitched in the air; swollen tip red and leaking precum. "You're staring, babydoll." He said, voice low as he moved his body back over yours.

"Can't help it." You swallowed, the weight of his cock against your thigh as you felt the firmness of his back. His hand slipped between your bodies to guide himself to your heat, spreading your slick with his tip.

"So wet, barely even touched you yet." You whined at his words and gripped his shoulders. "Buck, please. Stop the teasing."

The smirk on his face grew before he brushed his lips against yours. "Hm, I don't know. Kept me waitin' so long, might just tease you a little more." He hummed. You bucked your hips against him, his tip barely pressing into you. "Fuck..." Bucky said in a low groan, a shudder passing through his body.

He made sure you felt every ridge and vein, pulling breathy sounds from you when he pushed deeper. Your walls so tight and warm around him, he already had to hold off his release.

"Look at me, sweet girl." He breathed, nipping at your bottom lip and rolling his hips into yours.

When you opened your eyes, the adoring look in Bucky's made your breath hitch. Hands wedging under your back as he sat up, holding you to him so you were sitting on his thick thighs.

"So beautiful." He groaned as his hands glided over the curve of your back to your ass, metal and flesh fingers digging into the skin.

Guiding your hips in a faster pace, he could feel you clenching around him, swallowing the blissed out sounds you made with a breath taking kiss as his grip on you tightened.

The soft ow that passed your lips made Bucky loosen his grip and move you in a slower pace. "Need me to slow down?" He panted, pulling away from you slightly.

You frantically shook your head, hands clinging to his shoulders; needing to feel his skin against yours. "No-no. Don't stop, please, keep going." You whined, bucking your hips along with him.

In a swift movement, your back was pressed back into the mattress. Your fingers laced with Bucky's as he pinned your hands at the sides of your head, his hips meeting yours in a faster, rougher pace that knocked the breath from your lungs and made your head spin; his cock sliding against every sweet spot, some that you didn't even know existed.

Salacious sounds from both of you echoed around the room, your eyes fluttering shut again and body arching into him so your front was flush to his as the coil snapped.

"There you go, baby. Feel so good, so worth the wait." Bucky moaned out, chasing his own release with shorter thrusts.

A whimper of his name falling from your sweet lips sent him over the edge, his hips flush to yours as he spilled into you with a guttural moan.

He slowly rocked his hips into yours, riding the blissful feeling for all that it was as he looked over your blissed out face.

It was the moment your eyes peaked out, staring back into his lust darkened ones that Bucky knew. You were the one thing he needed to protect. To hold close and never let go.

A tender kiss was placed on your lips, a satisfied hum leaving Bucky as he slipped from between your legs to lay beside you.

You slowly moved off of the bed to grab a shirt and go to clean up, legs feeling wobbly with each step to and from the bathroom.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed when you walked back into the adjoined room, legs still a little jelly feeling as you made you way back to him.

He laughed, an actual belly laugh that made your heart swell as he pulled you between his parted thighs. "I have some... unexpected business to take care of in the morning."

You nodded lightly and sat your hands on his shoulders. "I want you to stay in this room and keep the door locked. When I come back, we'll do something." He promised, gently massaging your sides. "Something, huh?"

A squeak escaped your throat when you were pinned back underneath Bucky, his hips pressing into you. "Oh, don't you get me started. I'll keep you up all night."

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angstysebfan · 3 years

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The Past Can Break You - 3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning:

Bucky tried for several hours to try and get you to open the door. You ignored him, not wanting to see him because you were so angry with him. He promised he would change and make more time for you, and then he leaves you in the middle of sex for her! Dot is his priority, as far as you’re concerned. You roll your eyes as you think about the “trauma” she had. You know she is using their past to manipulate him, and he is being stupid and letting her. Well now he must face the consequences for his actions.

You stare up at the ceiling of your old room as you again, for the millionth time, hear the knock and pleads of your boyfriend from the other side of the door. “Please, baby. Open up. I’ll let you scream at me, you can even hit me. I know I deserve it. Just let me see you, please,” he begs.

God this is getting pathetic, you thought. You sigh and figure it’s time to give him an earful and some food for thought. You walk over to the door and unlock it, before opening it to reveal Bucky looking disheveled. He still has no shirt on, just his sweats from last night.

“What could you possibly want me to say to you, Bucky? You obviously made your choice in this. You are allowing Dot to manipulate you to keep you away from me. She wants you back, and it’s completely obvious. You say you want to prioritize me, but you prioritized her! I’ve tried to be calm and understanding to what she is going though, but enough is enough!” you yell, causing Bucky to flinch.

He opens his mouth to speak but you continue, “Ever since she found out that we are dating, she has made it her sole mission to separate us. Do you even care that your actions are killing me? Do you even care that I have cried myself to sleep so many times at night that I forgot how to fall asleep without crying? Do you even care that you are shattering my heart with your actions?!” you yell as tears fall down your face.

Bucky now has tears falling as well as he takes in your words. He didn’t realize just how bad he had made the situation. He needed to fix this. He couldn’t lose you. You were the best thing that has ever happened to him, and he can’t believe that has been so stupid. He walks up and wraps his arms around you, allowing you to cry in his chest. He buries his face in your neck and cries also.

You don’t know how long you have been standing in your doorway crying, but after some time you pull away. Bucky looks at you with sad eyes, “Tell me it’s not too late for me to fix this. I-I don’t want to lose you,” he says in a raspy voice.

You sigh and look down, “I think I need some time to think about things. You need to figure out where your priorities lie. I’ll stay in here for a bit until I’m ready and then we can talk, okay?” you ask.

It breaks your heart to see the distraught nature of Bucky’s face at your words, but you need him to understand how his actions have made you feel. He nods and quickly pulls you into a hug and then slots his lips on yours in a heated kiss. When you pull away he looks you dead in the eyes, “I’m going to make this right. I am going to show you that you, and you alone are what I want and need. That you are my top priority. I promise,” he says.

As he turns and walks away, you can’t help but say, “Don’t make promises you might not be able to keep.”

Bucky stops and looks at you sadly. He really messed up. He finally turns away and walks back to your shared room, that he will now live in alone. When he closes the door he slides down to the ground and openly sobs. How could he be so stupid. How could he not see what was happening. Now he might lose the love of his life because of his past.

Dot is sitting in her room, feeling rather victorious. She overheard your argument with Bucky, and knows that now that you are separating yourself from Bucky, she will have a better chance to win him back. She sighs at the thought of having her love back with her. She was surprised that he didn’t take her back immediately, as she was his first love. Yes, ok so it was like 80 years ago, but I mean the fact that they were both together after all this time, must be fate.

Suddenly her door opens and shows the man she has been thinking about. Dot looks up and smiles, “Hey Jamie! What’s wrong?” she asks, deciding to pretend she is innocent and knows nothing. Always worked with guys. So easy.

“We need to talk, now,” Bucky says, anger evident in his voice.

Dot’s smile disappears. She figured he would be upset, but not angry, and not at her. “What’s going on?” she asks with a furrow of her brow.

“This is over, Dot. Whatever you are trying to do, it’s done. I know you are dealing with a lot, but you need to start figuring it out for yourself. I am done putting you before Y/N,” he says.

Dot can’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh is she upset with you again Jamie? I mean I understand being slightly threatened by our past, but she obviously doesn’t trust you. If she can’t trust you, then she isn’t good enough for you. Maybe it’s time for you to cut your loses and return to me,” Dot said.

“She has every reason to be upset! I’ve neglected her! I just want to know... are those panic attacks that you have even real,” he asks.

Dot feigns being offended, “How dare you! Of course they are! Look at all I have gone through! I volunteer for something back in the 40′s and wake up in 2020′s. There is a lot of thoughts and feelings I feel and I don’t know how to process them! Is she saying I am lying?”

“I am saying you are lying. You always seem fine when we are together, but the moment I go to my girlfriend you start freaking out. You are trying to keep me away from her,” Bucky says, his voice raising.

“I feel comfortable with you, Jamie! I love you! Of course I feel better when you are near! It’s not my fault you tried to move on! But tell me this, if you don’t love me like you did, and you love her, why then did you constantly leave your girl for me? You obviously are still in love with me! So dump the girl and let’s be together!” Dot yelled.

“You’re crazy! Seriously you are delusional! You use me being a good friend and a gentleman against me to separate me from the woman that I truly love. Well it stops now! You need to get your ass in gear because it will take me nothing to turn you out of the compound to fend for yourself. If Steve and I can make it work, so can you. And your trauma is nothing compared to what we have gone through. So get yourself together and figure your life out. I am done playing these games with you!” Bucky says before leaving Dot’s room.

Dot sat there stunned at the last outburst. If Bucky thinks that she will go down without a fight to the death for him, then he doesn’t know her at all. Dot always gets what Dot wants. No matter the cost.

Bucky knocked on Natasha’s door, trying to calm himself down from his conversation with Dot. Nat opened the door and immediately tried to close it, “Nat please! I need your help,” Bucky begged.

She rolled her eyes and allowed him in. He sat there and told her everything about what happened last night, and this morning with Y/N and Dot. Natasha smacked him upside the head at least 4 times for being dumb. When he was done explaining everything he looked sadly at Natasha, “So will you help me? I have a plan that will allow Y/N the time she asked to think, while also showing her that she is my priority. She is the love of my life. Please?” Bucky begged.

Nat knew how much you and Bucky loved each other. She knew how happy you both were, so she agreed to help. Bucky laid out the plan to Nat and they both agreed to set it in motion. Bucky felt better already. He told off Dot, got your best friend to help him, and now all he needed was to win you back. He hoped he wasn’t too late.

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cornfarm · 3 years

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waves against the rocks

saiki kusuo x reader

word count: 2.0k

synopsis: you show saiki your powers. he’s unbearibly jealous, yet for the first time, he feels seen and understood by another person.

cws: mention of the reader having a bad family

genre: melancholic fluff

reader is gender neutral!

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notes:

greetings... i promise i’m working on cease and desist part 2 but i keep starting one shots;; I ALSO DECIDED TO CHANGE MY TEXT FORMAT... i yoinked all the capital letters away... it feels a bit more liberating

whenever i make my crazy op self insert oc, i always think about how i can make them a foil/double to the characters i like. for example my gintama s/i is also a traumatized war veteran. i thought like... wouldn’t it be fun to write the reader character as a direct foil AND double to saiki? they have everything he doesn’t, but he has a lot that they dont and it’s like,., mutual jealousy.

i also wanted to write saiki properly empathizing with someone. aiura and toritsuka are so fun because they both have different moral compasses with their powers and how they’d like to use them. however despite the fact theyre all psychics, saiki can’t really empathize with either of them.

i wanted to have saiki be excited about something, and feel truly seen. empathy is a very powerful thing.

i hope the “ability” i chose isn’t too cringe;;;

i can’t help but feel like i write saiki ooc so feedback would be super appreciated!

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perception. the way people are seen by others, the mental images and sour thoughts rooted in nothing but misconception. the falsafied persona of greatness, beauty, and kindness. perception.

you kept saiki afterschool. tugging at his sleeve, you quietly asked “i need to show you something, stay here for a few extra minutes?”. he refused you at first, but you stayed firm, “i need you to stay.” fierce. he decided to stay.

but you stood before saiki, right? were you there? he suddenly felt a bit weary, head pounding at the thought of you. your name, voice, scent, failing to find matches in his library of records. when he thought of you, his brain flickered through the faces and names of everyone else he knew.

you were a gap, a void, a sudden unconjurable memory. it was horrifying. but he quickly accepted it. the body circling behind of him was none of his concern, because there was nobody there. he supposes he should go home now. why was he standing alone in the classroom anyways?

firm hands land on his shoulders, warm, present. he remembers why he’s here.

“it’s not that i’m invisible, it’s just that your brain can’t recognize me, and refuses to acknolwedge me as a thing that exists.”

like a wave crashing against a rocky shore, the void is filled. your voice, your scent, your name, all slotted back into place in his mental library. he recognizes the hands on your shoulders as yours.

a hand snakes around and pushes up his glasses, covering his eyes.

“it’s not about visibility, it’s perception. you are unable to percieve me as a living thing, or of anything of importance. that’s why you can’t read my thoughts, and that’s why you’re so quick to give up trying to recall me.”

he’s practically trembling- you have one power. it was simple, but it managed to find a loophole around practically all of his.

“that’s terrifying.”

“right?”

you take your hands away and step in front of him. he adjusts his glasses properly.

“were you born with it?”

you nod, “it caused me trouble when i was a kid. i almost got left at an airport,” you chuckle.

“does anyone else know?”

“i’ve tried to tell my parents but they don’t believe me. they called me a liar and delusional, so i decided to stop trying with them. nobody else knows, i’ve never told any of my past friends either. when i found out about your powers, i thought maybe someone would finally understand. that’s the only reason i wanted to tell you.”

your lip quivers, “you believe me, right?”

truth be told, saiki’s stunned. he wasn’t expecting someone like you to have such an abrasive ability. despite how reclusive and fittingly unnoticeable it is, it was certainly powerful.

he’s jealous. you were able to freely aquire something he wanted- privacy, but he does believe you, afterall he just watched you waltz around him, outside of his keen field of view.

“yeah, i do.”

you smile, bright and wide- you’re nearly trembling. was being believed that big of a deal to you?

you take a step forward and embrace him, wrapping your arms around his torso as your head presses against his chest. he goes a bit stiff, and glances at the door. “hey, someone might walk in-”

“it’s fine.” you look up at him, meeting his eyes, and oh. your eyes are glimmering, shining greater than he’s ever seen them, “they won’t.”

burying your face back into him, he tenataively wraps his arms around your back. you continue, voice muffled, “’m sorry, you’re the first person who’s accepted me. i’m happy.”

the emotional explanation for your actions ease him a bit, “it’s fine.” he states back.

you finally pull away, and for a brief moment as you lose connection, you flicker out of his view, but you come back in again, placing your hand on his.

“actually, i can touch you while using my power without you being affected by them, but i’m manually using it on you right now.”

“if you touch someone while making sure they still can’t see you, what does that make them experience?” his voice is clear, a bit fierce in tone. you always had trouble reading saiki, but you could tell that this was interest. perhaps he was threatened, but he was certainly intrigued.

“they might whirl around and look who’s touching them and account it to a person around them, but if not, they might think they’re having sensory hallucinations. i can also talk to people, but because my voice doesn’t have any weight to it, it’s almost like a hypnotic suggestion.”

“so you can brainwash people?”

“not necessarily,” you let go of his hand, you must have released your power, your eyes are dark, “if i suggest something to someone and it’s something mild, they’re more likely to do it because it already falls into their line of thinking. if i suggest something bold, they might do it thinking it’s an impulsive thought.”

“most people won’t do extreme things, they’ll read those as intrusive thoughts. but sometimes people think my voice is the voice of god, or a passed on relative, and will do intense things regardless of their judgement. others have poor impulse control, and some are just batshit crazy.”

you sheepishly scratch your head, “but i don’t really like having that much control over people. i don’t want to use my powers to hurt anyone.”

“do you want to use them to help people?”

you pause. it seems you’ve thought about this quite a bit.

“well my powers can’t help people. they give me the ability to help people, but they can’t help people directly. i think it’s a matter of it i’m strong enough to help people.”

“are you?”

“would you hate me if i said no? of course i lend a hand to my friends when they need it, but i don’t think i’m strong enough to really make a difference. i want to live peacefully.”

you look down at your hands, “i wish i wasn’t born with it.”

saiki felt unnervingly softhearted. he struggled empathizing with his peers, but his heart pounded in solemn familiarity. “i don’t hate you for that, i’m the same. having the powers i do means i have the responsibility of keeping the world in peace. people would be jealous of me for the self-fulfilling purposes i could use my powers for, but i don’t want to use my powers to hurt people. i don’t want to help anyone either. i just want to be left alone.”

guilt. guilt was a disease, just like jealousy is. it eats at you from the inside, and creeps up at times least expected. it left both of you hollow and empty.

“i wish i didn’t have powers,” he continues, “i don’t think i’ve ever properly experienced life in the way i’m supposed to, like everyone else has. i’m envious of you, you’ve had a bit more normalcy than me.”

“i suppose we’re equally unhappy, then,” you smile at him. he had been staring out the window, but he turns to looks at you. you’re leaning on the door of the classroom, tilting your head, you ask him a silent “walk home with me?”.

“i mean,” you begin, “i’ve missed out on a lot. i’ve always had trouble making friends- my powers made it difficult for people to remain interested in me. i’ve gotten pretty good at controlling them, pk academy has been really good to me, but it doesn’t heal the damage it’s caused me.”

your teeth gnaw at your lower lip, “your family is so supportive of you, they love you so much, it makes me angry. i wish i could say the same about mine.”

it wasn’t too empty in the school, but your footsteps were loud and clear, both you and saiki walking in sync. saiki didn’t really know what to say, so he stayed silent.

sighing, you continue, “i don’t want to be alone, but it’s too easy to be reclusive when that’s where you’ve always been. if you live a life of isolation, making friends is scary and draining,” a grim smile forms on your face, as if you’re trying to comfort yourself.

but saiki does have to admit that the two of you have much more in common than he initially thought. he quietly thinks to himself, perhaps he could use your abilities.

“y/n,” he begins, eyes meeting yours, “will you do me a favor?”

“yeah, what is it?”

he doesn’t like being indebted to people, but he wants to test your limits. you don’t give him the chance to ask, “you want me to use my powers while we walk out together, don’t you.”

his mouth falls a bit open, lips parting, “how did you know?”.

you laugh, “you’re not the only one who can read minds,” and reach out to wrap a hand around his forearm. he raises a brow at you, seemingly amused by your comment. he expected you to take his hand again, but your firm grip on his arm was admitedly unexpected.

he felt his heart skip a beat.

“well? are you doing it?”

“yup, you won’t feel any different though.”

walking down the steps together, people passed the two of you, strangers, familiar faces, teachers. nobody noticed.

the two of you passed toritsuka at the steps, but he paid no mind. “you know,” saiki started, “when i use my invisibility power, that guy can still see me.”

“can he?” you murmur, your voice a bit low.

“if it’s easier, you can just think what you’d like to say to me, we can talk that way.”

you squint your eyes in concentration, “like this?” you think to yourself.

“yeah.”

you smile. you continue to hold onto his arm as he changes his shoes.

“that must be frustrating, that he can still see you.”

he nods. he supposes if toritsuka can’t see you, then aiura probably can’t track you- and him, down either.

“hold onto my arm while i change mine.”

without breaking contact, he gently wraps his fingers around your wrist. you hastily change your shoes, and slide your hand a bit up, taking his in yours.

“is it neccesary to hold hands?” he asks. his expression was nearly deadpanned, but the slight crease in his brows communicated just enough. he felt sheepish, a bit lost.

“no, but it’s nice.”

teruhashi stands idly at the exit, waiting, doing her best to gently shake off the boys that surrounded her.

“she’s looking for me.”

“is she? do you want to talk to her?”

“no.”

you pause.

“is she the reason you asked me to do this for you?”

he nods.

you turn and head towards the gate, but not before waving a hand in front of her face. you take a deep breath, before exclaiming a loud “teruhashi!”. she whirls around, trying to find the source of the voice, looking rather bewildered.

letting out a hearty laugh, you grin up at him. a slight huff of air escapes his upturned lips.

the two of you slip past the front gate.

“but you owe me something in return, i don’t give out my labor for free!”

he sighs, “what would you like?”

“wait, really? i was joking, you don’t have to do anything for me!” you double down on your demands.

“you say that, but i know you’re secretly hoping i’ll treat you.”

“shit, i forgot you can read my mind. that’s so invasive.” you pout, “not fair!”

“it’s fine, i don’t like being indebted to people, and you did do me a favor like i asked, so i’ll take you somewhere.”

you look a bit nervous, “really? you’re sure?”

“just accept the offer before i revoke it.”

you twirl in a circle, letting go of his hand and hopping a few steps ahead of him. “you’re buying me a nice coffee then!”

he lunges out to take it again.

“sure.”

and once more in sync, both of your hearts skip a beat.

#im sorry for writing so much friends to lovers in the pining stage i can't help it /j #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #the disasterous life of saiki k #saiki k #saiki kusuo #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki k imagines #saiki k headcanons #saiki x reader

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whorangdan · 3 years

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pretty boy

part one of what i'm hoping will be a series. i decided not to split this so it is a bit lengthy, i apologize.

around 3.7k words, shy!virgin!joshua, praise kink, slight finger sucking, blowjobs, overuse of the word pretty, pretty boys being pretty, reader is shameless, joshua's a wreck, soonyoung cameo at the beginning, sorta proofread, sorry for any mistakes xx

you've always taken a liking to the pretty boy living in the apartment across yours. you've seen him around campus and had him for one of your classes so it wasn't like you were a total stranger, you two had interacted before. like the times the two of you left your apartments at the same time and awkwardly bowed your heads towards each other before the both of you went your respective ways.

you had to admit, the boy was cute. his black hair messily fanned across his forehead, and you've seen the way his eyes slip into crescent moons whenever you catch a glimpse of him smiling during class. you'd be lying if you said he didn't interest you.

deciding to get closer to the pretty boy, you approach him during class. from the short talk you had with him you found out two things. 1, his name, joshua, and 2, he was valedictorian of his graduating class in highschool.

you had given him your number, passing it off with some shitty excuse of "if any one of us ever misses class we can catch the other up, yeah?"

luckily for you joshua didn't seem to think twice about your lame excuse. he nodded, chuckling as you saved your number into his phone. you cursed your heart as you felt it flutter at his laugh. damn it.

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the next time you saw him was at a café. he was a few people ahead of you in line. the boy picked up the hot chocolate he ordered and made his way to a table in the corner. cute. your thoughts were interrupted when someone behind you coughed, signalling for you to order. embarrassed, you mutter an apology and quickly order your drink to catch up to him.

"hi joshua! is it alright if i sit here?" you asked warily, slightly afraid he would say no. but of course, this was joshua hong.

he nodded, "of course. i was going to get in some extra studying before my next class but this is okay as well!"

"oh shit i'm so sorry. i could leave if you'd like?"

joshua brushes it off, "oh no you're fine, i've prepared enough, really!" he returns the smile you pass him and you feel your heart soar.

the rest of your time at the café is filled with mindless chattering of the project your professor assigned, the upcoming exam for your class, and joshua's work habits. you learn he loves being involved on campus, joining clubs and helping out when he can. you also learn he doesn't really take many breaks from school, instead opting to head to his apartment right after work.

"you really don't go out? not even by yourself?" you wonder, curious to how he even survives. junior year of college isn't the easiest. joshua blushes, not wanting to seem like a complete loser.

"well...i..i go to the shops a lot? to get food and stuff...and i go to the park a lot too? when i want to relax..." he trails off, not being able to think of anything else. his cheeks are red and he's shuffling nervously, awaiting your reply.

you simply smile. "that's cute, joshua. is it enough for you though? like, is it ever enough to feel completely free? sometimes it's good to forget about school, you know. there's a lot more to college than grades and studying," you tell him, sipping your drink. "not that it's a bad thing to focus on that stuff, of course." you add, not wanting to make him feel bad.

"i-i mean yeah..." he chews on his lip. "i'm kind of used to it all, i've been like this since highschool. sometimes it does become too much but there isn't really anything i can do about it." he finishes. you hum, impressed by his work ethic but also feeling pity for the poor boy.

"if it works then it works, nothing wrong with that. how about work?" you play with the straw in your drink.

"i work here, actually. it's not the most money, but it's enough for me to buy what i need, with a few dollars extra to buy miscellaneous items." he replies and as if on cue, an employee from the cafe strolls up to your table.

"hey, josh! you working later today?" the boy, who you recognize as soonyoung from one of your classes, wipes the table next to yours with a rag.

joshua nods, "after class, yes." soonyoung looks to you, stopping his cleaning.

"oh, hey y/n! i didn't know you knew joshua. small world, isn't it?" soonyoung laughs at his own comment.

joshua looks between the two of you, his brows furrowing. "you two know each other?"

"i have him for physics," you say at the same time soonyoung says, "i have her for physics!" the both of you stare at each other before soonyoung laughs and walks away, muttering something about how the world works in crazy ways.

you look over at joshua and he shrugs, sipping on his hot chocolate. you end up walking out of the café until the two of you need to part ways.

"see you in class, y/n!" joshua walks off hurriedly and you watch as the bunny keychain on his bag bounces with each step.

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the two of you seemed to click together instantly and spent more time together than you first thought you would. you had a habit of going out together on the weekends and although at first it took an embarrassingly long time convincing joshua that it was okay to actually leave campus, now it's something he suggests himself. and it wasn't rare for joshua to spend the night over at your place, usually when the two of you are staying up late studying, but there are also times when joshua invites himself over, claiming he can't sleep. you don't understand how you help with that, especially since he sleeps on your couch on those nights but hey, you could never say no to him. you have been to his place before but most of your time together is spent at your place, seeing as you always have a full fridge.

of course with all positives come a negative, and you find your feelings for the pretty boy have become increasingly harder to ignore. through your time with him you've also learned he's incredibly fun to tease. the boy flushes at the mere mention of sex and doesn't seem to have any idea of even the basics. of course you aren't stupid and know very well what that means but joshua's always quick to shut any idea of him being a virgin down.

"i have done stuff before, y/n! i p-promise!" though the way he shuffles on his couch screams otherwise.

you chuckle. "i believe you, joshua, i swear. it's just fun to tease you like this. you become a blushing mess and it makes me want to ruin you." you tease, not really realizing the impact of your words until you notice joshua's cheeks flare up.

"...wh-what—what did you say?" joshua stutters, not daring to look up from where he's staring down at his hands.

"i was joking, shua! i wouldn't do anything to you if you didn't want me to." you laugh. hearing that makes joshua flush even more, your choice of words causing him to believe you want to do things to him.

"a-and...and if i wanted you to?" he admits after a couple minutes of silence. sighing, you take his shaking hand into yours.

"then i would do anything you'd ask. so long as you're okay with it." you shrug. joshua's mind is spinning, jealous at how you could be so casual with this while he was shaking like a leaf. it wasn't fair.

joshua slowly lifts his head and looks you in the eye, a look of determination settled on his face. "i want you to," his shaky voice betrays him and you smile fondly, reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek. "to ruin me." he finishes.

"you're so cute, joshua. really, you are. have you ever kissed anyone, pretty?" the new nickname has joshua almost whimpering, not used to this kind of attention.

he shakes his head, "n-no...i haven't really...done anything...with anyone..." his head drops in shame.

you lift his head to look at you, staring into his eyes. "there's nothing to be ashamed of, pretty. i'll take care of you, if you allow me to." your words have him shuddering and he nods, so desperate already.

"i need words, joshua." he swears he almost moans then, biting his lip and managing to form a shaky yes.

dragging your hand to his neck you pull him in for a kiss. his lips slot against yours and you can tell he's nervous by the way his fingers tap against his thigh. you intertwine your other hand with his in hopes of calming his nerves. luckily it seems to work, his kisses becoming less shaky.

as the kisses become hotter and more desperate you pull away and he whines, chasing your lips.

"it's okay, baby. just a little change of position." you drag his thighs to pull him into your lap and he yelps, hands coming up to grip your shoulders. joshua flushes as the nickname and the closeness of you two hits him simultaneously.

"is this alright, pretty?" you hum, bouncing your intertwined hands on his thigh. joshua opens his mouth to answer but his breath gets caught in his throat and you laugh. he's so unbelievably precious. joshua nervously smiles at you.

you pull him in for a kiss again, your hand going up to his hair. deciding to experiment a bit you tug at his strands lightly and he moans into your mouth. pleased, you pull his hips closer to you. you detach from his lips and kiss down his jaw and neck. little whimpers leave joshua's lips and you see him bite his lips as if to muffle his noises.

"uh-uh don't hide your noises from me, pretty boy." your thumb reaches up to tug his bottom lip out from under his teeth. joshua nods and you take the time to examine how gorgeous he looks right now. his lips are swollen from the kissing and biting, black hair messier than you could ever imagine, and a blush lays prettily on his cheeks all the way down to his collarbones peeking out from his shirt.

his eyes are glazed over with desire and need. when he looks down at your thumb you get an idea. hesitantly, as if to just test the waters, you poke at his lips with your thumb, circling his mouth. as if reading your mind, he slowly opens his mouth, allowing you to slip your thumb between his lips.

"suck." you order, the rest of your fingers curling around his jaw. joshua obeys, his tongue and mouth working together to engulf your thumb. his head bobs and when you apply more pressure to his tongue his eyes slip shut, a cute whimper leaving him.

"oh, you like that? sucking on my fingers like this? of course you do. does it make you feel good?" joshua's moaning at your words, his hips beginning to lightly rub against yours. you chuckle at his pathetic attempts to pleasure himself.

"already so needy? i haven't even touched you and you're already so hard." he whines against your thumb. taking your thumb out of his mouth you pull him into another kiss, basking in the way he moans into your mouth.

"let's head to your room, yeah? your first time shouldn't be on a couch." you tap his thigh and he shuffles off your lap, taking your hand and leading you to his room. walking in you realize you've never been here before, and suddenly you're reminded of who it is you're doing this with.

his room is very clean and neatly organized. you take a second to look around, taking it all in. his desk is filled with random school stuff and you catch a glimpse of his assignment from your guys' class. on his dresser you see cute little houseplants, some random bottles you assume to be colognes and perfumes, and what looks to be a projector.

"what's this?" you gesture to it, walking closer to examine it properly.

"it's a...it's a star projector...when you turn it on it lights up and fills the room with little stars...i like turning it on when i can't sleep..." joshua nervously mumbles, scared you might find it childish. instead, you smile and you feel your heart melt. god how much cuter can he get.

turning around you see joshua sitting on the edge of the full sized bed in the middle of the room. he stares up at you and you notice the way his eyes are still glossy, and when you see the tent in his pants you remember what you're here for. dragging him into a kiss you push him into the mattress and he moans against your lips.

you hold yourself up with one hand and reach the other around to tug at his hair, using his moan as an opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. grinding down on his clothed crotch he whines pathetically into your mouth.

you pull away and rest your forehead against his to catch your breath.

"...please..." joshua begs, unsure of what he's asking for himself.

"what do you want, joshua? tell me what you want, pretty." you grind against him once more and he whimpers needily.

"i don't...i don't know..." his cheeks flare up and you're reminded he has absolutely no experience whatsoever.

"that's okay, baby. i'll help you. it's all about you today, so tell me what you want. we don't have to do anything you don't want to, you can say no at anytime." you reassure him, sensing how nervous he is. kissing his cheek you pull away, sitting against the head board. he makes his way into your lap and let's his head fall onto your shoulder.

"i don't think i'm completely ready for it yet...i'm sorry y/n..." he trails off and you swear you hear him sniffle. your hand reaches up to card your fingers through his hair, pulling him away from your shoulder to face you.

"hey, listen, shua. don't apologize. at all. it's okay. look at me," his eyes are still focused on your shoulder, not wanting to meet your gaze. he shifts his eyes to your face and you can see how desperate he is and how his eyes are laced with worry. "we don't have to do anything you don't want to."

he nods and you kiss his nose, then his cheeks, and forehead, and nose again until you're littering tiny pecks all over his face and he's smiling again. you kiss him again, more innocent this time, and you try to convey your feelings for him through this kiss, letting him know you care for him regardless of whether you two have sex or not. you can tell the message gets through to him by the way he shyly looks down when you pull away.

the scene would look incredibly awkward to anyone else. joshua's sitting in your lap, head on your shoulder, with you gazing down at him warmly. the mood is most certainly not matching the hard on in joshua's sweatpants. but you found it all the more endearing, and you weren't going to make anymore advances unless he wanted it.

joshua is reminded of the problem in his pants and he flushes once more. he may not be ready for the real deal, but he certainly wants to get off tonight. slowly, he grinds his hips. you don't even notice he's doing it until his breath hitches and he grips onto your arms for leverage, quickening his pace.

"..a-ah...i'm sorry...im just–" he's cut off with a moan and you nod at him, signalling you understand.

"i know, baby, i know. do you want a little help?" he nods furiously. you guide his hips a bit more, thrusting up to meet his moves. the friction has joshua's eyes rolling back, not used to such sensations.

"do you want to get off on my thigh, pretty? or do you want more? what more can i do hmm..?" you hum, stroking joshua's hair as he keeps up his movements.

he shakes his head, "help me, please. please help me—touch me please." joshua reluctantly slows his thrusts, staring up at you with his pretty eyes. smiling, you nod. grabbing his wrists you change your positions, now hovering over him.

you kiss down his neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. joshua melts into the mattress, his hands gripping the sheets. you play with the bottom of his shirt, looking up at him. he nods, lifting his arms to allow you to slip the shirt over his head.

you take a minute to admire his body. his torso is slim and his skin is even, small moles littering his skin here and there. he's so gorgeous, you think. you let your eyes wander up to his neck, hickeys beginning to bloom, a pretty contrast with his fair skin. you're interrupted from your thoughts when joshua makes a noise of embarrassment, hands coming up to cover his blushing face.

"don't hide from me, joshua. you're beautiful." you coax, grabbing his wrists to lower his hands. you smirk at the way he whines at the praise.

"th-thank you..." you stroke his cheek before continuing your way down his torso to his waistband. you thumb at his pants and he lifts his hips, allowing you to slip the sweats off his legs.

joshua's face is burning up, not used to being so exposed. you're settled between his legs, hovering over the pretty boy.

"you look so pretty like this, shua. such a pretty boy you are." joshua whimpers, your words of praise going straight to his cock. you litter a few more kisses on his torso, going lower until you reach his boxers. you give open mouthed kisses to his length, the dark patch by his tip spreading the more you toy with him. moaning, joshua thrusts up against your mouth.

"no no, pretty. patience. i'll take care of you i promise. good boys wait patiently, and you're a good boy, right joshua? you'll be a good boy for me?" you tease, removing his boxers completely.

joshua nods desperately. "y-yes...i'm a good boy...your good boy..." he whines at his own words, the praise becoming too much. his neglected cock lays against his stomach, precum leaking over the tip and onto his belly. the hair down there is neatly trimmed and for whatever reason that makes you smile. cute.

"of course you are, joshua. my beautiful good boy. waiting so patiently." his hands are moving about, not sure where to put them as he tries his hardest not to grind his hips up. grabbing his wrists you hold them above his head, pressing a kiss to his forehead while you're there. "keep these up here, don't move. you can do that right?" joshua whimpers, nodding.

letting go of his wrists you turn your attention back to his cock. giving kitten licks to the head you glance up, taking in all of joshua's needy noises and using that to motivate you. you leave little kisses on the head before you take him into your mouth, joshua's hips jolting in response.

taking his entire length in your mouth was quite easy, not that he was small or anything, but he wasn't the biggest either. joshua's moans spill out of his mouth, hips slightly bucking before you rest a hand on his hips, stilling his body on the bed. your tongue circles his tip while your other hand works on the rest of his length. the extra attention to his sensitive head has joshua whining, breath catching in his throat when you lick over his slit.

"feels good—oh god—feels so good..." you pull off his cock, your hand still stroking him. you notice the way his hands are still right where you told him to keep them, his eyes shut in bliss as your hand works to pleasure him. you find yourself smiling at how obedient he is.

his legs wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to him. leaning down you suck more marks onto his skin. joshua's moans are higher now, and with the way his hips are sloppily thrusting into your hand you're certain he's close.

"are you close, shua?" nodding, he opens his eyes to meet yours. "good boys ask for permission." your wrist works faster, thumb rubbing his slit.

"please...can i please...y-y/n...please can i cum..." he twitches against you, desperate for release. you jerk your wrist and joshua thrashes his head against the pillows, his thighs shaking with pleasure. you lean down to press soft kisses to his inner thighs, sucking marks onto the smooth skin.

"yes pretty boy, you can. cum for me, joshua." his back arches off the bed, streaks of cum coating his torso and your hand. you pull off when he's writhing from overstimulation, hands gripping the pillow above his head.

cute whimpers leave his lips when you clean him up, the post orgasm aftershocks combined with your gentle touches have him on cloud nine. joshua's eyes are closed, sweaty hair stuck to his forehead. as gently as you can you pull him into your lap, being mindful of how sensitive he still is.

you stroke his hair out of his forehead, caressing his cheeks while he comes down from his high.

"hello, pretty boy. you did so good for me, shua. you were wonderful." you coo when he opens his eyes, his lips turning upwards at your words. joshua opens his mouth to say something but he coughs last minute, throat scratchy from all his moaning.

"oh i'm sorry, pretty. here, drink up." you press a water bottle against his lips, guiding him. when he's had enough he pulls away, head immediately dropping back on your chest.

"how was it? did you enjoy it?" you question, intertwining your hand with his.

"it was good...thank you y/n." he smiles up at you, squeezing your hand. you return the smile, rubbing his back and coaxing him to rest. joshua's eyes shut and he drifts off to sleep.

sighing softly you shift your positions so joshua's laying next to you. he hugs your waist in his sleep, cuddling you closer to him and you wrap your hands around his naked waist. bringing the sheets up to cover the both of you, you let yourself rest as well.

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Kinktober - Day One

Prompt: Cockwarming

Pairing: Lucifer/Reader (Obey Me)

TW: Dub-Con, AFAB!Reader, Non-Graphic Violence, Semi-Public Sex, and Verbal Degradation.

Things always seemed to escalate, with Lucifer.

It was one of his many, many unpleasant talents, even if you seemed to be the only person who ever got to see its full extents. You might follow him into an empty classroom under the guise of looking for something he’d forgotten, and more often than not, you’d leave limping and bruised with a poor, nearly abandoned notebook cradled in your arms. He might call you into his room to help him with something he should’ve been able to handle by himself, and the next morning, you’d wake up in his bed, a uniform already folded on the bedside table to replace the one he’d shredded. And, when he asked you to come to his office to sign a form for the exchange program, you tended to end up stripped from the waist down, his coat draped over your shoulders and his cock buried so deep inside of you, you were afraid that if you moved in just the wrong way, you’d break altogether.

That might’ve been the problem. You’d break, meaning you weren’t already broken. Meaning he hadn’t broken you, yet.

That was another thing about Lucifer. Things always escalated, but tonight, they couldn’t seem to escalate enough.

It was frustrating. It was frustrating, and more than that, it wasn’t, it couldn’t be, it would never be frustrating enough. Even if you could feel that familar pressure, a tight compression that made your toes curl and your body heat up as your hips pressed flash against his, a strong arm kept you from moving, from going any further, and although the edge of his desk was biting into your spine, his chest slotted against yours as his warm breath ghosted over your exposed neck, he was more than happy to neglect you and scribble away at whatever paperwork Diavolo had sent off for him to do. There was tension, but there wasn’t friction. There was slick, dripping from your enterance and drooling onto his lap, but there wasn’t anything to do with it. There wasn’t discomfort, but there wasn’t the pleasure that would make it worth the pain, there wasn’t the satisfaction.

There was just Lucifer, the sound of his quill scratching against paper, and your own growing irritability, as he failed to provide anything but the prior.

You didn’t even notice you were starting to move, not until your fists were already balled around the dark fabric of his shirt as you attempted to grind against him, but whatever feeble, stuttering pace you were able to pick up was quickly interrupted by a row of gloved fingertips digging into your side, stiffling your progress without remorse. At least he felt the need to look at you, this time, a poorly concealed sigh making his exasperation more than apparent. Still, it was manufactured, dramatic, at best. He liked having power of you. He liked being in charge. If he’s denying himself anything, it’s only because he planned on making you beg for it.

Still, that didn’t stop him from pouting as he leaned back, a frown pulling at the corners of his lips, as overdone as it was enraging. “You’re squirming,” He said, his sympathy layered on so heavily, you could almost believe it was genuine. “Again.”

It took you a moment to remember how to speak, the air catching in your throat as soon as you opened your mouth. There wasn’t enough, there wasn’t nearly enough, but at the same time, there was too much for your voice not to shake, too much for you not to hesitate before you spoke. You could only hope it wouldn’t go to his head, but judging by how reflexively his frown broke into a smirk, it was a pointless thing to wish for. “Can’t help it,” You mumbled, making a half-hearted attempt to hide your face in his shoulder. “You’re-- It’s uncomfortable.”

That earned a jerk of his hips, a sudden thrust upward that left you biting back a moand clenching your thighs around his waist. From the light chuckle he let out, you would’ve thought that’d pinched your cheek or given you the gentlest love tap, but Lucifer was good at that. He always found a way to make you think you were the crazy one, that he was doing something innocent and you were wrong for wanting to get off on it.

“It’s uncomfortable,” He mused. His grip around your midriff began to loosen, but any relief that might have brought was short-lived. Before his arm could fall away completely, his free hand was cupping your chin, tilting your head back with a little more force than he really needed to use. “Is it uncomfortable? I thought I was doing you a favor by giving you so much time to adjust.” The pad of his thumb pushed into your jaw, driving out a low whimper before you could swallow it down. Lucifer only hummed as he pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head, a gesture much too loving for the situation he’d dragged you into. “You’re always going on about how much it hurts, how I’m being too rough, how you’re not getting what you want. Isn’t this better, (Y/n)?”

You didn’t answer. It wasn’t, he knew it wasn’t, but you had a feeling he didn’t care. It was all you could do to tug his coat around you, to ignore the way your cunt clenched around him and do your best not to meet his eyes as you changed the topic. “Someone could walk in,” You whined, nodding towards his office door. “If anyone hears something--”

You didn’t get a chance to finish. Before you could get another word out, his hand had fallen away from your jaw, his hold finding your neck, instead. It was a sudden movement, something so abrupt and so impulsive, you didn’t realize he’d moved, not until you were lying flat on his desk, your spine aching and your throat throbbing as you realized how difficult it’d become to breath. That wasn’t your main concern, though, no, it didn’t even come close. For a second, for a brief, blissful second, he was fucking into you, lighting your nerves on fire and making everything so beautiful as he inadvertantly forced himself even deeper, as he finally gave you want you needed. But, it was only for a second. Just as quickly as you’d caught hold of the slightest hint of contentment, it was ripped away from you, torn and destroyed by Lucifer’s firm grip and his stern scowl as he held you down, refusing to let you rut into him or do anything besides writhing and mewling for what he was just too kind to give you.

“Such a greedy little slut,” He growled, his patience giving in before his discipline. You could feel him twitching inside of you, he had to want this as badly as you did, but if Lucifer cared about his own carnal urges, you couldn’t tell. This wasn’t about sex, for him, it wasn’t about panting and sweating and making someone else feel good. He wanted you to suffer, he wanted to stand by and watch as you humiliate yourself into submission, and as much as you hated to admit it, Lucifer tended to get what he wanted. “I’ll give you a choice. You can either shut your mouth and wait your turn, or you can keep acting up and see how generous I’m feeling when you’re finished. I think you’re smart enough to make the right descion, love.”

You hated him. You hated him, and you hated his office, and you hated his cock and you hated how much you didn’t hate it, you hated how much you wanted more. You hated that he was right, and you hated how small he made you feel, by saying it so blatantly. You hated all of it.

You just wish you hated it a little more.

Meekly, you let your head fall to the side, Lucifer’s grin only growing wider as your body relaxed under his. You knew what he wanted, and he knew you were going to give it to him. The only thing you could do was try not to draw it out any longer than you had to.

“I can wait.”

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gohyuck · 3 years

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my someone

pairing: jeong yunho x reader

genre: angst to fluff, f2l

warnings: n/a

word count: 1.5k

“you’ve been out here all night.”

you startle, not expecting yunho to come up beside you. he’s smiling at you when you turn to the side, one of his hands wrapped around the balcony railing in front of him. the fairy lights strung up overhead bathe him in light, reflecting off of his all-white suit. your best friend looks almost angelic, and the soft, inquiring gaze he has completes the picture.

“for someone so big, you have, like, crazy light footsteps,” you respond, a corner of your lips pulling up as you turn to face him. “didn’t hear you at all.”

“you’re dodging the question.” yunho slides the hand on the railing towards you slightly, and you can’t help but let your breath hitch once you feel the knuckle of his thumb against the thin cloth of your formalwear. you know he’s just being kind, being genuine as he gets closer to you. perhaps he thinks it’s his duty as your date. maybe he counts it as his duty as your best friend.

“you haven’t even asked a question.” you’re still grinning as you meet his eyes, though you’re sure the ache in your chest is easily seen in your expression, no matter how hard you try to hide it. you don’t even know why you’re indulging yunho right now: he’s always read you so easily. it’s doubly bad now, considering that he’s the reason you’ve spent half your prom night out at the balcony of the hotel floor the school had rented.

he’d seemed so happy, so content talking and laughing with the rest of your friends. yunho’d helped one girl with her hair, pulled another guy closer by the waist as they’d both lost it over a joke mingi’d made about jongho and beating the ever-loving shit out of a watermelon in the name of sport. sure, he’d asked you to be his date (“best friend privileges, am i right?” “whatever. you’re buying me a corsage.”), but he could’ve asked anyone and they would’ve said yes in a heartbeat.

you aren’t special.

“figured the question was implied,” he’s smirking now, though his eyes remain ever-so-slightly concerned. once you don’t respond, only continue to smile detachedly at him, he sighs before wrapping his arms around you entirely and pulling your body into his.

“what’s wrong, moonshine?” yunho murmurs his nickname into your hair, and you can’t help but let a quiet, airy laugh out at it. he’d taken to calling you ‘sunshine’ back in sixth grade until you’d had your emo/alt not-a-phase phase in seventh and told him the name made you feel too nice, and that you weren’t nice, you were edgy, among other things. he’d laughed directly in your face before switching to ‘moonshine’, asking you if that was an edgy enough name.

it’d stuck ever since. he’s stuck ever since. his hand rubs up and down your back now as if to soothe you, and you know he’s aware of how tight your muscles are pulled.

your heart aches. you can’t do this anymore: it’s been years upon years of having yunho as your best friend and nothing more, and you think it’s finally, finally taken a toll on you. the ache is intensified by how sure you are of the fact that he doesn’t love you back: you’ve never had another person to call your own, and yunho’s had plenty. He’s cycled through boyfriend, girlfriend, partner after partner since high school had started, never keeping someone for more than a few months. you’d always watched his relationships fall apart like movie scenes you couldn’t tear your eyes away from. you’d always held him in the aftermath, ever the epitome of a good friend.

“i’ll never find love, will i?” you voice the thought aloud, meeting yunho’s gaze with a strength you’d previously been unaware of. it’s as if your question is a challenge, one he can either meet or deny. maybe you still have a bit of hope left in you.

yunho stares back, albeit more confused - and a little saddened - than he had been seconds prior. he says nothing, and the ray of hope piercing your heart breaks in half, like an arrow being pulled unceremoniously out of a dead warrior.

you’ve had enough. you look away. your head hangs.

it’s only when you can’t see him, can only see the white of his suit that you let all of your thoughts fall out, finally convinced that it - whatever it is - is done.

“i just - i… i’ve never had someone of my own. i mean i know that it’s only senior year, and that i have my life ahead of me, but sometimes it feels like i - it feels like the one person i’ve always loved will never love me back.” you pause in your rambling to take a breath, and yunho mistakes you for finished. he opens his mouth to speak, but you raise a hand to silence him, narrowly missing hitting his nose. you don’t care. you forge on. “he’s always with someone or the other - i mean i guess he isn’t with someone now, or whatever, but - god you won’t get it, because you’re like that, you always have someone. he’s always with everyone but me and it sucks because i love you so fucking much that it physically hurts.”

there’s silence, only your muted breathing, and then, as you register what you’ve said - i love you, instead of i love him - there are tears. he knows. all these years, and now he knows.

you turn away to look over the balcony, suddenly having to work hard to keep yourself from gasping for breath. the ache has not dulled, not in the slightest, but at least the pressure is off your chest. at least its made way for a new kind of weight.

before you can mull over - re: cry over - what’s just happened, a warm hand comes up to cup the side of your face closest to it, a thumb swipes one of your tears away. you can’t help but glance at yunho, expecting to see him crestfallen at the ruination of your friendship.

he’s smiling the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“i’ve always had someone, yeah, but that someone’s always been you,” he says, words rushed because he doesn’t want you to cry any harder. “it’s always been you. nobody else has ever stayed because none of them have ever compared to you. i thought - i thought you didn’t want me, so i never even tried.”

his other hand rests gingerly against your waist for a moment before he deems it too awkward, instead sliding his arm around your middle fully before pulling you into him again. yunho’s words are still taking root in your heart, still being processed in your mind, and it’s a moment before you’re crying twice as hard in realization. it’s you for him just as it’s him for you?

“i love you, moonshine, always have.” he cements it before you can ask him too many questions, the words mumbled against your hair as he holds you close. yunho is all around you, enveloping you, and your whirlwind of emotions ends in you feeling very, very safe.

you pull away to take a good look at his smiling face, and he brushes all of your tears away before they can stain your face. his mouth is quirked into a smirk, though it’s softened by how kind his eyes and actions are. you can’t help but give him a watery smile of your own, though you can hardly believe what’s happening.

“i think,” you say, words wavering. his gaze is soft, encouraging, and he waits for you to continue. “i think we should talk it over properly in the car.”

“sure,” your best friend (soon to be boyfriend) replies, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. it feels right. “we can talk all night long. hell, we might have to talk all night long. for now, though, you owe me a dance, yeah?”

as if the universe is listening, the dance pop song in the background fades out just as yunho finishes his question, transitioning to a slower r&b song. you watch as people filter off the dance floor, only a number of couples remaining as they start slow dancing. yunho steps away from you and holds a hand out, and you don’t hesitate in taking it, eyes dried and smile big as your love pulls you from the balcony and leads you to the dance floor.

you have your first kiss with yunho at prom, colored lights illuminating your faces and smooth rhythms backing crooning vocals as a soundtrack, his arms looped around your waist and your own thrown over his shoulders, his mouths slotting perfectly against yours, and it’s magical. it’s as if everything you’ve never said is behind that kiss, every moment the two of you’ve missed before. it’s beautiful, and wonderful, and, more than anything, it’s truly, truly magical.

it’s magical enough for him to mention it in his wedding vows to you, years upon years later.

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Cazzy, dear! Congratulations on your 900 followers! You deserve it! You writing is fantastic and the writer herself is a sweetie! 💛💛💛 I don't know if you are still taking requests but I wanted to request anything from the smut list with Sebastian Zöllner 👀 (i swear that I tried to pick one but as I was reading the list i just "ohhh this is nice" at least 20 times so... yeah)

Thank you, Artemis 🥺 you are so amazing and kind!

I couldn't decide either 😅 so I consulted @rumblelibrary on the matter and we decided to go with the smut quote, "I couldn't stop thinking about you all day" and the 'Sex in car' so here we go!

It was a normal Saturday.

The radio quietly played in the background as you cleaned the plates from when you had been making an apple crumble which now sat half-eaten on the countertop. Your cat, Mittens, walks between your legs, rubbing up against you in an attempt to try and con more food out of you.

You giggled at her effort, bending down to give her a scratch on the top of her head which had her purring.

You glanced out of the window in front of you, sighing happily as you watched your prized roses lightly sway in the wind, the way the letterbox that you had painted yourself fitted in with the colour scheme of your house made you abundantly happy.

Yes, this was a normal Saturday afternoon.

Until it wasn't.

You watched in shock as a car rounded the corner, and though it had lots of space, it managed to drive straight into your letterbox, subsequently knocking it over.

"What the fuck!" you yell, almost dropping the plate in your hand in surprise. Quickly after placing it down, you picked up the end of your skirts to run quickly to your front door and confront the driver, but as you opened the door you saw a man you had hoped you'd never see again.

"Y/n!" he yelled gleefully, throwing his arms up into the air in excitement.

You groaned, closing your eyes for a second, hoping, praying that when you opened them he wouldn't be there, but when you did he was still there, lifting his sunglasses up and down on his eyes smiling at you.

"Are you drunk?" is your first few words to him, causing him to frown in confusion,

"No?"

"You don't sound very sure"

"I'm confused as to why you would think such things!"

You point to your broken letterbox but Sebastian just scoffs and waves it off.

"I'm not drunk, I'm high!"

"High???"

"High! High on love my dear y/n"

You sighed, once again closing your eyes hoping that this wasn't happening.

"Sebastian, we've been broken up for three years now"

"And you have been on my mind ever since, every year, every month, every day. Like today, I couldn't stop thinking about you all day"

"You're crazy"

"Perhaps, but I've come to take you away, come let's go" he urges, opening the passenger's seat for you to get in but you shake your head.

"I'm not going anyway with you Sebastian"

"Sebastian, Sebastian" he mutters, "Why Sebastian, you always called me Seb before"

"When we were dating, we are no longer dating after you stole that money from me"

"I was going to give it back!"

You scoff, knowing very well he wouldn't and from the look of his worn, messy suit that was almost falling off him, he still didn't have much money, which made you frown at the expensive car beside them.

"Sebastian... where did you get that car?"

"I stole it from my ex-girlfriend"

"You did what?" you exclaim, not believing he could surprise you anymore, yet he did.

"Here look, come with me in the car and we'll take it back together"

"No! There is no need for me to come you should do it on your own"

"But I might not! I might drive somewhere completely different, but if you are there I'll make sure to drive to the correct place"

You bite your lip, a part of you saying you should go, while a part of you said you shouldn't.

"I'd have no way to get back home" you mutter,

"I'll pay for your taxi, she'll pay!"

You sigh and resign yourself to its fate and quickly get into the car. Sebastian smiles widely at you and quickly runs to the other side of the car and gets in.

At first, the car ride was awkward, with Sabastian trying to talk to you, and you effectively ignoring him until he resulted in turning on the music in the car.

You almost chuckled as you heard the familiar sound of the Bay City Rollers 'Saturday night' starting to play through the speakers, fitting for today.

Sebastian rolled down his car window and stuck his head out, enjoying the feeling of the wind rushing through his hair though it made you anxious about his driving. As the lyrics started he shouted them out to the wind.

"S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!, S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!"

You rolled your eyes at his excitement and Sabastian caught it, "Come on! Sing along. You're not going to tell me you've now gone off the Bay City Rollers, you used to sing to me 'Bye-bye baby' all the time, I certainly listened to it a lot after you left"

A soft smile breaks out upon your face as you start to sway to the music and watch how much Sebastian was enjoying himself. It was almost like the good old days when you two were together and it made your heartache missing them.

"Sing!" he exclaimed, looking back over to you, and you just had to give in.

"At the good ol' rock and roll, Folk show, I've gotta go!, Saturday night, Saturday night" you sing alongside him, the mood of the song lifting your spirits a lot.

That's how you and Sebastian spent your trip, driving through landscapes blasting music as loud as you could, singing your hearts out until finally, he pulled in on a ledge on a hill, looking out over a landscape.

"Sebastian this isn't-" you begin but he cuts you off before you could state you weren't at his ex's house.

"I know, I know, I lied, it's just... I really missed you, I missed us, this. It's, it's not the same without you y/n"

You shake your head, feeling your heart falling, "Seb, don't do this, please"

"Why not? We both want this"

"I can't set myself up for heartbreak again"

He licks his lips and then grasps your hand tightly. "I promise y/n, I can change, I won't steal your money again, I won't runoff. Please, Let me have another chance"

He gave you those goddam pleading, puppy dog eyes, tears welling up. He knew how to play you like a fiddle and of course, you gave into him.

Nodding, a smile broke out onto his face and instantly he grasped your face and pulled it onto his, kissing you passionately. You reached up and grabbed his long hair, wrapping it in your fingers and tugging it making him moan into your mouth. After a bit, he tried to push himself nearer you but there wasn't enough space.

"Let's take this to the back," you say and he nod's excitingly.

Getting out of the front of the car, it hardly took you a second till you both were in the back, and you found yourself lying down on the back seats as Seb pushed your skirt up to your thighs and slowly pulled your pants off.

You had to hold onto the side of the seat as you gasped when you felt his tongue lick your sensitive area, twisting upon your clit before diving into your cunt, quickly lapping at you.

His fingers tightened around your thighs as he pushed his mouth into you, determined to have you cum on his face.

Say all the bad stuff you want about Seb, but one thing he always knew how to do well was eat you out, he was an expert at it. In only a few minutes he had you quivering before him, calling out his name, and oh the wonders that did to him, hearing his name upon your lips, it made him more eager, pushing his tongue as far as he could inside of you until you were coming on his face.

He licked up as much as he could before finally pulling his face out of your legs and slowly climbing on top of you to kiss you again, letting you taste yourself upon him.

With one hand he interlocked his fingers with yours, holding you gently and with the other he undid his fly and pulled himself out, slotting his legs between your thighs to start pushing into you.

You cried out and let out a loud moan feeling the way he stretched you out, and Seb also heaved and moaning into your neck as he trailed kisses upon it.

"Oh god, how I've missed you y/n. I've missed this so much"

"No one has ever been the same" you gasp as he starts to move his hips thrusting into yours slow as first, but then picking up the pace.

"That's because you were meant for me, no one else could satisfy you the way I do, and no one else ever will get a chance to"

"I'm all yours" you exclaimed in the heat of the moment, and at hearing your words he eagerly pushed his hand under your skirt to rub your clit, making your back arch from blinding, please.

"Seb- I'm going, I'm going to"

He grunted as he pushed into you as hard as he could "Same" was all he was able to say before you felt his seed spill into you as he stilled and the feeling of him cumming within you was enough to send you into your own blinding pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you let out a loud moan.

Eventually, he collapsed onto you, breathing heavily as he pressed lots of kisses upon your face, saying how beautiful and amazing you were,

You sighed, wrapping your arm around him to hold him close. You knew he wouldn't keep his promises, you knew he would run off eventually, that's just who he was, but at least for now, you got a chance to pretend that wasn't so.

#sebastian zollner #sebastian zollner x reader #sebastian zöllner #sebastian zollner x y/n #sebastian zollner smut #sebastian zöllner x y/n #sebastian zöllner smut #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl

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theratsareinspace · 3 years

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Cigar Smoke and Metal-Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Check out the Masterlist for the complete fic!

Chapter 16 You pulled away from Heisenberg. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said as he stood up, pulling you up with him. “What now?”

“Hm… I dunno.” You thought.

Heisenberg fiddled with his hat, but turned when a familiar whinny caught his ear.

“Oi, Pferd!” He laughed as Pferd trotted up to you both. “What are you doing here, boy?”

He nudged Karl’s hand with his nose.

“Yeah, yeah, I missed you too, ya big sap.”

“… Donna. We forgot about Donna! She was a mess when you died, no telling how much bigger of a mess she is now…” Your eyes widened in realization.

“Well, we got a horse, let’s ride over to her place.” Karl swung up onto Pferd’s back, and he pulled you up after him.

Pferd seemed to know the way through the creepy woods, which were littered with even more creepy doll paraphernalia than before.

“She really is upset…” Karl sounded a little worried as you rode through the mist.

“She puts the creepy stuff up when she’s upset?” You asked.

“They do it to themselves because the cadou senses she’s stressed. A lot of this is from when Claudia died.”

You wrapped your arms around his form.

Eventually, you reached the door to the house. You traced the plaque above the deposit slot.

Give up your memories.

You took off the necklace Heisenberg had given you all those weeks ago and tentatively put it into the slot.

The door unlocked.

“Donna?” You called into the house as you stepped inside. It was deathly quiet.

“Hate this place…” Karl shuddered.

You made your way through the halls until you ended up in a great room of sorts. A portrait of a scar-less Donna and Angie was hanging on the wall.

One of the dolls that was sitting in a corner looked up at you. “STOP IT!!! YOU AREN’T REAL!!! YOU’RE DEAD!!!” He screeched, punching himself in the face.

You picked up the doll. “Donna, stop. It’s me. We’re back; we’re real.”

Donna appeared just behind you, touching your shoulder.

“you’re… y… you’re… you’re back…”

“Yes, we’re back.”

Donna sobbed as she crushed you and Karl into a hug.

“WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!! WE THOUGHT WE WERE ALONE AGAIN!!! YOU DUMMIES!!! YOU BUFFOONS!!! YOU NINCOMPOOPS!!!” Angie screeched as she ran in circles around you three.

“Sorry, Donna. I didn’t exactly mean to die.” Karl mumbled, unable to breathe under the pressure.

Donna let you both go. “I thought I had lost everything again… I’m so glad you’re back.”

You smiled at Donna. “Don’t thank me. Karl was the one who pulled us both out.”

She looked confused. “He was conscious?”

“Yup. Those crazy experiments were good for something after all.” Heisenberg fidgeted with a chain around his neck.

“You know, I’ve been thinking… what are we going to do now?” You asked, steering the conversation away from the experiments.

Angie handed Donna some papers.

“I did some research,” Donna said, showing the screenshots that she had printed out, “And there’s a program in Italy where you can purchase an old castle for a small amount of money. It will be a fixer upper, but—“

“Yes.” Heis said immediately. “Italy is the land of pasta, right? I wanna go there.”

You giggled. “Yes, it is. We’ll get you all the pasta you want, Heis.”

One month later, you all arrived at the Bucharest Henri Coandă International Airport early one morning.

“This is some building, buttercup.” Karl marveled, looking at the scenery around him.

“… Karl, it’s an airport. It isn’t supposed to be pretty. Can I get a coffee?”

“According to the directory, there’s a Starbucks right by our gate.” Donna pointed at a map of the airport.

“I wanna double shot espresso!!!” Angie screeched from her baby carrier.

“Absolutely not. You are getting six melatonin pills.”

“Karl.” You sighed. “She’s like five pounds, max.”

“And?” He put a hand on his hip.

You rolled your eyes. “Come on, let’s get through TSA. How much metal do you have on you?”

“… my organs are made of metal.”

“Good grief. This’ll take a while.”

So much had changed in the past month. Getting Donna and Karl used to the real world had been… a challenge, to say the least. As you got into the TSA line, you recalled when you gave Karl his first cell phone.

“So, this phone calls people, sends messages, takes pictures, plays music, and gets on the internet??? All of this in this tiny little box???” Heisenberg asked as soon as you left the store.

“Well, it does a lot more than that…” You began to list off other things it can do.

“Your world really is as brilliant as they say… why didn’t I think of making something like this???”

Unfortunately, Karl was a tinkerer at heart, and he had managed to bust three phones in the span of a week. Good thing you bought insurance.

You also remembered when you took him shopping for the first time.

“Karl, people don’t wear greasy trench coats and leather straps everywhere they go. People will think you’re a… um…” you sighed. “A very strange man.”

“I am a very strange man, dollface.” He surveyed the shopping mall. “Let’s go to Hot Topic. That looks my style.”

“Karl— no—“

He had bought all the varieties of metal chain that the store carried that day.

He had also bought some metal band tees— something else he appreciated about the outside world. He was wearing one containing the logo of one of his new favorite bands—Halestorm— now.

Donna had adjusted easier than Karl; she already knew a little bit based on books she had read. She prefered more ‘girly’ clothing, like the green sundress she was wearing now. She still wore her hair to cover her scar, but she was no longer wearing her veil.

It was a whole ordeal getting through TSA, but you made it out just before your flight. You made it to the gate in time to board the plane. Donna was in the window seat, you were in the middle, and Karl was in the aisle.

“I can’t believe it…” Heisenberg mumbled, taking your hand.

“Can’t believe what, Karl?” You asked, absentmindedly flipping through the movies on the airplane TV.

“I’m free… I’m really out of there.” He squeezed your hand.

You stopped and looked at him.

“I actually thought I was going to be stuck in that hellhole for my entire crappy life,” he said with a laugh.

You gave him a soft kiss. “But you’re free.”

“You helped free me. I dunno how I’m going to make it up to you…”

You smirked. “Oh, I have a few ideas…”

The plane took off. You took one last look at Romania, remembering everything you had gone through. Though it was a part of you, as everyone’s trauma is a part of them, you wouldn’t let it define you. Nor would you let it define the people you had come to love. As you rose higher and higher into the sky, you left what had happened in Romania behind and looked forward to a bright future. You looked at Karl, and he was doing the same.

“To a new life.” you mumbled as you kissed his cheek.

“To a better life.” He responded, smiling as you crossed together into a new life.

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shinygoku · 3 years

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gordon gordon gordon gordon

Gordon Gordon Gordon Gordon!!

He's been sneaking into these asks by proxy, so it's finally time for his dedicated session, hehe~

First impression

WUAAAGH what's up with this WEIRD LONG NOT-THOMAS and his FACE?!

Impression now

His face is still pretty weird! But you know what else it is? Part of an Absolute Legend ✨

Like, man, Gordon is such a big presence and interesting character, the entire premise leans heavily on him. I'm inclined to go as far as to say that the Blue Boys of 1, 2 and 4 here are the three most important characters for the franchise (not at all to knock everyone else lmao) and they slot nicely into a Triforce of Courage, Wisdom and Power, and Gordon has Power in spades!

Gordon is The Vain One (not James!). He's legit very strong and the fastest on Sodor (which isn't just being a big fish in a small pond because that island has some crazy cool engines!) but unfortunately he lacks humility. His success seems to have been lodged in his head before the series even begins and this Pride is the source of pretty much every single conflict he's involved in.

But when it isn't his self satisfaction in his actions, it's being smug about being such a grand, magnificent Tender Engine and he is snooty as hell about it. He seems to look at smaller engines [pretty much everyone compared to him lol] as a lesser class, particularly if they're small and cheeky and Tank Engines. This may not be the case exactly, but his way of talking to them and some other things he says are very condescending.

However... as much as a gigantic jerk he is at several points, with Gordon I kinda feel like he plain ass doesn't conceive of his words being out of line. That and having to Unlearn things... he's not innately better than everyone else. He sees things in black and white. There are Useful Engines, and those who should be scrapped. There are Noble Tender Engines and Lesser Tank Engines who exist to do the tedious chores on behalf of the Superior ones. Edward doing shunting is seen as Demeaning and contradicts Gordon’s world view that Tender Engines Don't Stunt™, and he doesn't like that one bit! (Also Edward was crossing the picket line but that wasn't Awdry's concern lmao)

Related is Gordon does seem oddly dense at times, like assuming that Tenders are in of themselves a Status Symbol rather than a large lunchbox of sorts lol, or that Tender Engines like him being too heavy for Branch Lines being because something about Branch Lines are degrading. This might be all Elitist Brainwashing influence. But still, that he just takes these as The Truth means I get to affectionately call him an idiot. And there is no other way to explain how he genuinely believes Bill and Ben were going to murder him if he wasn't missing a few brain bolts in there.

Fortunately, he does eventually start to learn the important lessons.... very gradually, but the Early Gordon is a pretty different beast to Later Gordon, and it's wonderful~

Also, I gotta give credit to him for having some moments of utter brilliance and actual grasp of reality and more complex matters, like culture. (Yeah, I'm rolling with his geniune Opera Knowledge from s6 of all things. It's good!) As much as Awdry himself may have disagreed, Gordon was in the right to want a Station Pilot and the Strike was called for (not bullying Edward for it, but myeah) ...but this leads to my next point: He seems to have a mental block when it comes to Emotions.

Certainly, he's as emotional as the others are, it's not just a scale of Snooty, Arrogant, Condescending, Prideful ....well, it is, but ALSO the more mixed and varied feelings: Shame, Sadness, Fear, Ambivilance, Irritation, Anger, Passion, Amused, Delight and so on. However, Gordon is seemingly unaware of how his words may make the others feel, and even at his cruellest it doesn't look like he's aware he's twisting a knife in. To Gordon, he's being honest, but his verbose manner ends up twisting and wriggling away from any valid point like an overgrown vine that somehow links back to how [Other Engine] is disgracing him, Gordon, by association.

Examples include: Being offended by Henry's new shape (??? Gordon dude he nearly died and this is an improvement, a good thing!), saying that Edward's age and difficulty starting a heavy ass packed load of passengers is grounds to be Retired or even Scrapped, other little insulting things like calling the likes of Thomas and James Little insistently (it seems to vary if he's trying to put them down or actually be affectionate), and many more when in the hands of inept writers who have to wheel out the same Gordon Learns A Lesson Plot every other season.

Like I said in the James post, I also think he kinda poisoned the Red guy with his snooty attitude... but I maintain that I think Gordon was unaware of this. He may know he has Influence, and enjoy that, but he really truly doesn't appear to mean to mould James into a smaller, redder version of himself. He's oblivious and from his own point of view, benevolent. Which is in fact a dangerous combo indeed!

It's... a lot o7;;

Again though, if you're looking at the books and s1-s5 of TVS you can see him grow and change. He does take a while to learn the lessons, but as time goes on he moves 2 steps forward and 1 step back, then eventually less steps back entirely. It's great! And so is Gordon. A big dumb meathead with not entirely uncalled for delusions of granduer. A dramatic so-and-so who is the best engine for his job.

I love this sophisticated jock who grows more kindness~ 💙

Favourite moment

Hm! This isn't as easy to decide lol. We all like Gordon Goes Foreign... but you know what sticks in my mind more?

hOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH

Look, I’m not 100% objective, here! But Ringo’s read of this line is fantastic (and keeps making me expect him to finish saying OOOHH SHIT) and it’s also a well deserved bolt of divine retribution for how rude he was being earlier. (As long as my essay already was, he very much needed the knocking down of some pegs here!)

Idea for a story

While both my fics with him thus far have been variations of Pre-Canon, Full-Arrogance and Snobbish Gordon (and both were a lot of fun!) ...but I cannot bear the same expired horse being beaten more when the story is set waaay later but he’s still up his own ass. Please, PLEASE writers, let him hold what growth he’s managed to gain!

I think it’d be good to accept that he’s gonna be outdated sooner or later, so have him help train another High Speed Engine and take them under his wing. The Christopher Awdry books kinda have something similar with Pip and Emma, but I think a better way of having Gordon be involved would be if he was actively doing some mentoring himself, as well as being a neat parallel with Edward, whose type was once Express only but got outclassed by A1s, and so the same can happen to this big A1 -> A3 lad and he can form a healthy relationship with some bright eyed newbie (and maybe have some self awareness and try to stop their head getting too large, lol).

Unpopular opinion

I know I just said him mentoring would be a cool story idea, but in canon? He is NOT a resident Dad type!! He’s a hotshot young man but he’s also a hot mess. He’s physically large but he’s not got the Energy of someone who dispenses sage advice and a shoulder to cry on. At best, he’s a weird uncle! One who means well but you shouldn’t take his life advice to heart because he’s actually just as, if not more clueless than you!

Favourite relationship

I feel inclined to say Thomas here. Emphatically not because Gordon is ‘old’ and Thomas is ‘young’, but because they’re so damn alike and actually make an excellent, albeit unconventional type of Rivalry.

Both are self important with genuine finesse in their respective talents, both are honest to a fault, both have redeeming qualities to offset their initial abrasiveness, and the first TVS episode is centred on the both of them and sets the tone for the series as a whole. There’s more parallels, of course, but I also wanna point out they’re effectively the mascots of North Western Rail in universe too, and I absolutely love this picture:

I also have immense fondness for the Down the Mine paradigm shift! Thomas gives Gordon grief over the ditch incident and later when it emerges the Fat Controller is gonna send for Gordon to pull him out, Thomas is filled with dread. But Gordon isn’t using the chance to lord over Thomas, he’s actually so amused by Thomas’ mishap and it coming at a time where he’s been significantly humbled, they instead become Comrades and I love it. I eat it up! Paint Pots and Queens isn’t anywhere near as good but I adore the little bit where they’re appealing for the other, equals and watching each other’s back~

But yeah, as Friendly Rivals they both feel very authentic and yet, in a daft way, sweet ;3

Favourite headcanon

He still says “Hurry, hurry, hurry!” when pulling the Express. That’s a HC as I think the show phased it out, but I like it lol. I feel like my essay on him contains most of the headcanon stuff, but it’s all based on what’s shown, baybee!

#this is ttte #TTTE Gordon #ttte talk #Gordon the Big Engine #Thomas the Tank Engine #TTTE Thomas #snuck in a bit in there lol #mentioned Edward a lot as well but not in as much depth #I love me some Blue Engines #TTTE

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streetlight11 · 3 years

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Deep Scar

Summary: He used to be the popular kid in high school where everyone has a crush on him. He always gets Valentine's Day gifts be it presents, chocolates, homemade brownies, etc. He somehow brought his name to college where there were people who still finds him attractive. What happens when he bumps into a girl who treated him a lot different compared to others? Will he find out the truth behind her behaviour?

Theme: college au, childhood schoolmates but with a bad past

Genre: a little angsty, fluff ending though

Warnings: mild swearing (literally just one word), slight mention of harassment but nothing too crazy

WC: 4.6k

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hey hey :) I've had this in my google drive for quite sometime so my writing might not be so good here but bear with me. P.S the words in italics are his flashback, and hannie might sound like a jerk at one point but this doesn't portray him in real life because irl he's an absolute sweetheart :') Anyways, enjoy reading!

Coming to campus every morning only to find gifts and plenty of love letters in his locker has been becoming a daily routine for Jisung. Although he has never actually reciprocated any of them, he must admit that he did love the amount of attention that’s been drawn to him since back in high school.

He was the popular kid in school where he was known for his intelligence, charming personality and of course, his good looks.

Back in high school, girls would often slot in their confession letters in his locker almost everyday. Every Valentine’s Day, his table would be filled with chocolates and homemade brownies specially for him.

But all of those gifts would eventually be passed to his close friends for them to finish it for him.

Even now when he’s already in college, words spread around the campus of his status back in Saebom High, making everyone in Hankuk College know about him. Despite this new set of attention that was being directed towards him, he managed to make friends with a few people that he trusts.

Some of them were his classmates in college, some were his friends from music class, and some were his good friends back in high school.

That day was no different as he walked down the hall to go to his designated locker, only to find a pink paper that had been folded into a cute little heart.

“Another love letter? Dude, at this point you should really date one of them so that this whole shenanigan would stop.” Chan said with a soft chuckled as Minho and Jeongin nodded in agreement with the elder boy. Jisung rolled his eyes as he unfolded the paper and read the confession, that was pretty much the same as the other notes he received.

All of which, never got reciprocated simply because Jisung believes he hasn’t found anyone that peaked his interest yet.

After about 5 minutes, he slammed his locker shut as the four boys began to walk down the hall, not missing the constant shy giggles and whispers from every direction. Jisung simply walked with his charming smile plastered on his face, making some girls feel their heart flutter in their chest.

Just when they had made a left turn, a figure smaller than them came crashing straight into Jisung’s shoulder, causing both individuals to stumble back a step from the impact.

“Watch where you’re going, dumbass.” The girl who was rubbing her shoulder said as she locked eyes with him firmly. Jisung was slightly baffled as no other girl would even dare to look at him straight in the eye.

“Excuse me?” He said, his voice clearly confused but the girl simply rolled her eyes at him, slightly annoyed.

“You heard me. I don’t have to say it twice.”

“Do you even know who I am?” He asked, slowly starting to feel anger boiling through his veins.

“Do you think I care?” She taunts.

“Other girls would be scrambling away by now.”

“Oh, how exciting. Next time, wear side goggles so you can watch where you’re going.” Was all she said before she shoves past him to continue her journey down the hall to go to her class.

Everyone in that hallway was surprised with their little interaction. Some of them even snickered at her for behaving that way in front of him. As far as he knows, all the girls in school never dared to speak to him in person, nor would they even look at him straight in the eyes for they would either run away in embarrassment, or their face would turn flushed red.

Jisung tried not to think much of it as he continued his walk to his class.

During lunch, the boys had gathered at their usual table. However, Hyunjin and Seungmin were running slightly late this time. They were just a few bites into their meal when Hyunjin’s voice caught everyone at their table’s attention.

“Hey guys! Is it okay if our new friend joins us? She just transferred here so me and Seungmin offered her to have lunch with us.”

At the mention of a female, Jisung whips his head around, only to lock eyes with the same girl he bumped into just a few hours prior.

“You again? Try not to miss your mouth this time when you eat.” She said as her gaze locked on Jisung, leaving him speechless.

Hyunjin and Seungmin exchanged glances at each other in confusion but decided to just carry on with lunch as they ended up sitting with her. If she weren’t too direct, Jisung could almost agree that she was acting quite the opposite towards Hyunjin and Seungmin. Maybe with the others as well. She seemed genuinely friendly and almost effortlessly bright with them.

If he was being honest, it almost upsets him that she treated him like an outcast as compared to the rest of his close friends. Days slowly but surely became weeks as she started to grow visibly close to Hyunjin and Seungmin probably because they were her classmates.

It was a Friday evening and they all decided to go to a pool bar where they had pool tables for people to play and also have light drinks if they wanted to.

They rented out two tables for themselves as they divided into two teams.

“Y/N! Join our team!” Hyunjin called as Y/N giggled, only for her to catch Jisung staring at her from one of the high stools beside the bar.

“I’ll join if he does.”

She said as she nodded her head towards Jisung, only for the others to immediately drag him to Hyunjin’s pool table. The game soon started as Hyunjin served first. She seems to surprise them everytime she serves because all her shots were smooth and almost effortless. It was as if she’s done this multiple times.

“Wow, how are you so good at this?” Seungmin asked as she smiled at him, only to answer his question.

“I guess I’m pretty good at aiming.”

The boy giggled as they watched Hyunjin score a ball. All the while, Jisung was silently watching her by the side.

Not in a creepy way but more like in a confused way. After they finished their one hour at the pool bar, they left to get dinner but she decided to call it a day for her and that she needed to go home to feed her starving kitty.

The boys bid her goodbye as she left, only for Changbin to question his friend.

“Jisung ah, you cannot tell me you’re not the slightest bit intrigued by her…”

With that, Jisung frowned as his mind came swirling back to all the times they’ve hung out with her and gotten to know her better. From all the mean comments tossed at each other like they were flat bread, to the time where she seemed genuinely concerned when Jisung nearly got run over by a speeding truck.

“No… No I’m not.”

Only he knows that it was a total lie but he wasn’t going to admit it to his friends.

His ego was too high for him to easily admit that after all these years of girls trying so hard to win his attention, all he needed was Y/N to come into the picture and that was all it took for him to finally fall for someone.

Nobody needed to know his true feelings for her. He didn’t think it would be much of a big deal so he opted to keep his feelings to himself. It was another week into April, when Chan decided to invite them over to his apartment to hang out and chill on a chilly Saturday. Chan of course included Y/N in the list, hence the reason why she was currently standing outside his apartment door.

She was wearing a brown fitted crop top, her favourite denim ripped skinny jeans, a bomber jacket and her white converse.

She was greeted by Chan as he opened the door wider for her to enter.

She made it inside only to find Felix and Minho challenging each other in a game of Mario Kart Race. Hyunjin, Seungmin and Changbin were busy playing Call Of Duty on their phones. Jisung, Jeongin and Chan were in the kitchen, cooking up some hot kimchi stew.

Y/N took off her jacket as she went to snuggle in between Changbin and Hyunjin, watching them play an intense game of COD.

She was just laying her head on Changbin’s shoulder when he jerked forward, making her body shake as he turned to Hyunjin and high fived him after winning first place. Just then, he noticed the sad pout on her face at the loss of warmth, making him giggle as he sat back down to let her rest her head on his shoulder again before he whispered.

“Sorry baby.” She giggled as she pinched his abs, making him squeak. He laughed as he corrected himself.

“I’m just kidding.”

She smiled as she nuzzled into his shoulder while they were all occupied with doing their own things. A few minutes later, the 3 boys from the kitchen came back to the living room with the pot of kimchi stew and a rice bowl.

However, Y/N didn’t miss the subtle frown on Jisung’s face when he saw her leaning her head against Changbin’s shoulder.

The 9 of them began eating diligently as they fit in almost any possible topic they could think off. After they finished their meal, she offered to wash the dishes since they were all busy. Chan told her not to trouble herself but she insisted on helping him.

She was scrubbing the second last bowl when she heard Jeongin’s voice calling from the living room.

“Noona! Come join us after you’re done washing the dishes okay? We’re gonna play truth or drink!”

“Okay Jeonginie.” She sang in a sing-song tune as she could hear some of them chuckle in the back.

As promised, she joined them after she was done with the last bowl, only to sit in between Minho and Seungmin. They went in a circle starting from Chan. It was in a circle until it reached her, only for Changbin to eagerly raise his hand.

“Oh! Oh! I have a good one!” Changbin said as his inner corner of the lips curved up into a cute smile, making her giggle.

“If you could go back to your past, what is the one thing that you would choose not to do?” His question was good. It was theoretical but good.

Suddenly, her eyes just instantly found Jisung’s soft brown ones as she told them her answer.

“The one thing I would choose not to do? Probably allowing myself to think that whatever people said to me was true.”

The guys started to frown as they asked if something bad happened to her back then but she simply shrugged them off and told them to continue the game. It went on until it was Jisung’s turn, only for Y/N to speak up.

“I have something I wanna ask him.”

This came as a surprise for the others but they let her do the honours anyway.

“Do you remember the girl who confessed to you back in high school?” She said. His eyebrows began to link together as he frowned at her sudden question.

“Huh?”

“The one where you rejected her confession by humiliating her in front of the whole school?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Think harder.” She said.

Suddenly, memories start to flood in his mind like a flash flood.

“H-Hi. I made these for you. I hope you like cupcakes. I k-know a lot of other girls do this for you too, b-but… I-I just thought maybe I should give you something too. I- umm, I like y-you Han Jisung.” The girl confessed as she held out the box filled with her homemade cupcakes that she took time to bake for him the night before.

She bit the inside of her cheeks nervously as she diligently avoided his gaze. Just when she saw his arms reaching out to her thinking he was going to take the box from her, he forcefully smashed the box down making it slip out of her hands.

The students around them began to laugh as Jisung lifted a brow at her.

“Did you really think I’d accept your confession? Look at you. Who would date a girl who ties their hair in pigtails, have her tummy sticking out of her uniform shirt and constantly push the bridge of your spectacles up every 5 minutes? Have you seen yourself in a mirror? Nobody will ever fall for you.”

With that being said, he kicked the metal box away to reveal the fallen cupcakes as he went ahead and stepped on them like it was an insect.

The whole school laughed at her as she ran to the girls bathroom and locked herself in there as she cried her heart out. She was only 13 so it was slightly depressing for her to go through this terrible rejection.

Not only did he reject her in cold blood, he also humiliated her in front of everybody in the process. However, what made her even more upset is the fact that he didn’t seem to feel the slightest bit of remorse for saying those things to her.

That memory was as clear as day as he winced at the thought of how immature he was back then. Nevertheless, he didn’t forget the question he got from Y/N as he went ahead to answer her.

“Yeah… Yeah I remember…”

“Do you remember what you said to her?” Her voice softened as she kept her eyes on him while the rest of them had their eyes trained back and forth between Jisung and her.

“I said… I said she should look at herself in the mirror and that no one will ever fall for her.”

The boys were shocked by how harsh he was to that said girl. Y/N could only smile sadly to him as she slowly continued.

“Do you feel bad saying those things to her now?”

Without much thought, he replied something that broke her heart.

“Why should I?” With that, she tried to hold back her tears as she looked at him dead in the eye before saying these next few words.

“Looks like you’re still that same cocky bastard huh?”

She soon got up from her seat on the floor, only to grab her things to leave when Jisung stood up to grab her wrist, stopping her from taking any more steps further.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, now genuinely confused as to what was going on.

“You’re really dense for someone as arrogant as you.” A scoff left her lips as her eyes bore into his, hoping he understood what she meant. After what felt like forever, Jisung finally realized as it was as though his life just flashed before his eyes.

“Wait… that was you?!” His voice was loud as it was laced with confusion and slight disappointment.

“And what happens if I say yes? Are you gonna ask me if I’ve looked into the mirror and realize that no one will ever fall for me?”

Her words stinged like venoms as he winced yet again but this time, at how hurt she seemed. She didn’t realise this but her tears were no longer held back as a few droplets rolled down her cheeks.

“Your words hurted me back then. So I tried to ignore it and move on. But when you said your answer just now, I realized that maybe you really are just an arrogant jerk.”

She finally pulled her arm out of his grasp as she left without sparing a glance to the others. Jisung has never felt so utterly remorseful, today was the first time. He mentally scolded himself for saying those words back when he was young and immature.

He has never felt so fucked up before, this was definitely the first.

A few days went by, Y/N hasn’t talked to either of the boys, not even Hyunjin and Seungmin. Every time Jisung tried to reach out to her, she would always successfully avoid him. It has been almost 2 weeks since they last talked to her as the boys agreed to go release their stress by going to the downtown club.

They had booked a booth for all 8 of them as they sat in there with some girls coming back and forth to try and get laid with either one of them.

Just then, Jisung’s eyes seemed to scan the room only to see a familiar figure dancing freely on the dance floor. He frowned as he rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on him.

He double confirmed that it was in fact Y/N, as he got up and left the booth ignoring the boy’s calls.

Right when he was about to reach the dance floor, he saw her deliberately get dragged through the sweaty, intoxicated humans and towards the back door. He followed them close behind as he saw her struggling to free herself from the man’s hold.

The minute she was out the back, the man pushed her against the brick wall as he attacked her neck forcefully.

“Stop!” She begged.

The man ignored as he started to caress her waist and moved up.

“Stop it!” She tried again as tears started to roll down her cheeks desperately.

The minute she managed to put a distance between herself and the man, the metal back door swung open harshly only for her to lock eyes with Jisung as he rushed down the steps, only to land a solid punch to the man’s jaw.

The man fell to the ground drunkenly as he struggled to stand back up.

“What the fuck man? Get your own girl!” The man said as he grabbed Y/N’s wrist and was about to pull her when Jisung roughly shoved him off again.

The man threw a few drunk punches to Jisung and soon they were both in a fist fight. The two males were starting to have blood clots and bruises all over their bodies and faces when Hyunjin and Changbin came to stop the fight.

“Jisung! Jisung! That’s enough!” Hyunjin yelled as they both grabbed Jisung by his arms and pulled him back.

“Don’t ever touch her again.” Jisung growled as the man stumbled back into the club.

Y/N frowned as she visibly hugged herself, only to see Hyunjin and Changbin give Jisung a subtle nod before they both went back inside, giving privacy to Jisung and Y/N. Once they were alone in the dark alley, that’s when she spoke up.

“Why did you come? Afraid someone might fall for me?”

“You clearly weren't comfortable with him.”

“So what? Why do you care? It’s not like he would fall in love with me. Who am I for someone to even like me? Right?”

Jisung frowned as he called out her name softly but she was quick to intercept.

“I didn’t go to Hankuk to get back at you for what you did to me. Never in a million years did I think I’d even see you again. But now that you’re standing here in front of me, that very day comes back to haunt me again. Because of your words, I have been so afraid of falling for someone, even just a tiny crush. That’s what you did to me Han Jisung and I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that.”

With that being said, she turned in her heels and left. Jisung stood there like an idiot as he cursed himself for letting her walk away yet again.

If this happened back in high school, he would probably laugh at her. But now that he was actually starting to like her, he has never felt so upset and disappointed. This was probably even worse than a break up.

She refused to speak to him for days after as she avoided everyone in the friend group.

It was a gloomy Friday night as she was laying on her couch sideways, watching a sappy romantic movie to drown her sadness. She was wearing a loose sweater that made it look like a dress on her. Her calf high socks and a pair of shorts she always wore to sleep.

She had just thought about what she could get for supper when there was a knock on her door.

“Who the hell comes at a time like this?” She thought to herself as she went over to her door and opened it without checking the peephole first. She almost stumbled as she locked eyes with the same pair of brown orbs that she’s been trying so hard to avoid for the past few weeks.

“Jisung? What are you doing here?” She asked, genuinely shocked at how he knew her address.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Please just hear me out. I don’t need you to say anything, I just need you to listen.”

She fell silent for a moment before she opened the door wider for him to enter. Once inside, he followed her to her living room, only for them to sit 3 feet apart. She urged him with a slight nod as he took a deep breath and soon began.

“Look. I know whatever I did to you back then was horrible. It was my ego talking. I didn’t know any better. We were so young… How could I possibly feel bad at the time when all I thought was to reject you?”

Just then, she cut him in by saying something that made him rethink his choices.

“You’re telling me that everything you said to me meant nothing to you just because it wasn’t you who received it?”

“I… I wasn’t thinking. I was young-”

“Bullshit. Even a 5 year old kid knows what’s nice and what’s hurtful to say to others. Don’t pull the young card on me.”

“Y/N please-”

“Get out. If you’re still gonna be the same arrogant, highly egoistic jerk then get out. You’ve said things that left a deep scar in my life and here you are saying it doesn’t mean anything? Get out.”

“Y/N-”

“I said get out!” She finally screamed as her chest was heaving, her tears streaming down her face in anger but she didn’t care. She got up as she dragged him to the door, while he tried to fight back. The minute he was out, she slammed the door behind her only to lock it as she found herself sliding down the door, only to sit on the wooden floor.

Her cries were soft, but they were filled with so much pain. On the other side of the door, Jisung could hear her cries as he too kneeled on the ground with his hands against the door.

He could hear her loud and clear as he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He couldn’t bear to say a word to her as he remained quiet.

The next morning, Y/N woke up suddenly wanting to get herself breakfast to clear her memory from last night. She got out of bed, took a warm shower, got changed into her sweatpants, a big hoodie and a cap. She unlocked her door and had just taken a step outside when she jumped at the slight of Jisung seated on the ground beside her apartment door.

Since he was a light sleeper, the sound of her door opening, woke him up as he quickly got on both feet.

Before she could re-enter her apartment, he pressed his palms against the door to prevent her from closing it as he spoke up softly.

“Y/N, please, please let me explain.” He begged as she wasn’t sure why but she decided to let him in. Once he was inside, they didn’t even bother to go anywhere further into her apartment as he stood by the door and began to explain himself.

“Y/N, please listen to me. I know what I did was bad. At the time, I didn’t realise how humiliating it was for you. But now that I’m an adult, I realized that my actions were extremely horrible and I would never, ever do that to anyone now.” He paused before he continued on.

“I know that whatever I said and did back then, I can’t take any of it back. And I don’t blame you for not forgetting or forgiving me for it. I admit that I deserve this from you. All I ask is for you to give me another chance to start over. But I understand if you want nothing to do with me.” He said with a tiny hope laced in his voice although he wasn’t so confident that she would forgive him this time.

She knew he felt guilty for whatever he did back then so it wasn’t wrong for her to give him a second chance right?

“How would I know you’re not just acting this way to set me up for humiliation again?” She asked.

“Would I say all those things and bring my ego down just to prove that I felt like utter shit after everything you told me, only to humiliate you even further?”

“Nobody knows what your ego is capable of.”

“If my words won’t convince you, would my actions do?”

“What if you do it, only to leave and tell on me to everyone else?”

“I can’t seem to get your trust now, can I?”

“Try being in my shoe and you’ll know.”

“Y/N please… I know I left a deep scar on you emotionally and mentally back then, but please… I beg you, please just… let me start over. I need you to trust me just this once.”

“Fine. But if you abuse my trust, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“Believe me, you have no idea how fucked up I felt that night at Chan’s.”

Right after he finished his sentence, he didn’t waste anymore time as he reached up to cup her face in both hands and soon kissed her. She instantly melted against his body as he pulled her closer by the waist. His kisses were so gentle, as if he was afraid he would break her again.

His touch was soft as he slid his hands under her shirt only to draw random patterns onto her waist.

Just then, he pulled away from her lips but it was so addicting he couldn’t help but peck her lips one last time before he spoke up.

“I’m really, really sorry Y/N for everything back then. I couldn’t help but feel like complete shit after that night when I found out that was you. You don’t have to forgive me, I totally understand.”

Y/N just smiled as she gently tangled her fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck before she spoke up.

“Would I have let you kiss me if I was still mad?”

He remained quiet as she then continued.

“Besides, I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself so please, don’t take advantage of this.” She warned gently.

Jisung kissed her for slightly longer before he pulled away and whispered against her lips.

“I promise.”

With that, she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest while he snaked his arms around her smaller figure.

Ever since then, Jisung did everything he could to redeem himself for what he did to her back in high school. She slowly began to fall for him as she gave him a solid second chance and she could see how genuine he was now whenever he did something nice for her. Even if he didn’t say it out loud, she knew that he really tried his best to win her heart. And it worked.

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years

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Crossing The Finish Line

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: Hopefully this will make you just as h word, if not more than me when I was writing this. This is also the 4th “installment” of A Series Of Firsts! Enjoy 🙃

Saying that you were inexperienced, would be the biggest understatement anyone could ever make. You tried doing a couple things on yourself but you couldn’t seem to get yourself to the finish line. You tried reading articles online and following their instructions on how to get yourself off but it just didn’t work, and you really wanted it to work. You even tried watching porn, but it only made you even more frustrated and in need of a release. Eventually, after many occasions of trying and trying for what felt like years, you decided to just give up and live the rest of your days being sexually frustrated. It also didn’t help that you were a virgin, and had no clue as to what being pleasured was supposed to feel like or a reference point in what to do.

Luckily for you, your troubles of not being able to release some of the pent up frustration was finally going to come to an end. You and Harry had been together for a little over 7 months now and you two hadn’t had sex or anything past a make out session on the couch (which in your opinion got very steamy at times). Neither of you thought that you two having or not having sex would be the end all be all of the relationship. But even though you two had this resolve, it didn’t stop you or Harry for that matter from having a few (well, more like a lot) explicit thoughts cross your minds. The only difference between you and Harry with this was the fact that he could easily ease the tension between his legs. Unfortunately for you, the same thing couldn’t be said.

Now not only did you have a huge problem in the department of getting off, you also weren’t doing so well when it came to timing. This meant that you couldn’t stop yourself from spilling the beans on your problem to Harry when the thoughts were flowing through your mind. Earlier in the day, Harry had invited you over to cook dinner together at his place. The last thing you were going to do was turn down having dinner with your boyfriend, so when you got off from work you went straight to your place to freshen up a little before going right to Harry’s. While you two were doing your thing in the kitchen, you could feel yourself getting worked up. You didn’t know if it was a “love boner” from being with the man who you could confidently say was the love of your life, or from the way his shirt was practically bursting at the seams. Either way, you were going crazy just from standing near him. It was like your body was pulsating. With you, simply addressing the way you were feeling in your mind only intensified those feelings. Which led you to telling Harry exactly how you felt. A temporary yet comfortable lull fell upon you and Harry, with the only sound coming from the sizzling pan on the stove and the soft hum of the music coming from the speakers. Leaving you to get caught up in your thoughts, which led to you just blurting them out all together.

“You turn me on.” You sigh, leaning against the kitchen counter. In that moment, you didn’t know whether you were hot from the the heat of the stove, or from being sexually frustrated.

“Ditto.” Harry chuckles, keeping his attention trained on the food in front of him.

“No Harry, like m’being serious.” You continue, trying to get your point across while tiptoeing around the center of it all. You didn’t know exactly what you were trying to say. You didn’t know if you were trying to tell him that you wanted him to take care of you where you needed him the most, or if you were trying to tell him that you’d never experienced an orgasm before. You were just going to have to play this one by ear, because you had no idea on where this sudden conversation was going.

“And I’m bein’ serious too. M’gonna have carpal tunnel if I keep hangin’ around you.” He says suggestively, turning his head towards you and sending a quick wink your way.

“Well I don’t have that luxury Harry.” You smartly say back, bringing your glass up to your lips and taking a long sip from your iced water in an attempt to cool yourself off.

“What’s tha’ supposed to mean?” Harry asks with a questioning tone. He stops what he’s doing at the stove to fully pay attention to what you had to say.

“I’ve never gotten myself off before.” You rush out, sitting your glass back down on the counter. When you say this, Harry’s eyes practically bulge out of his head.

“Never?!” Harry asks again. He wasn’t only shocked, but he was a bit concerned. He couldn’t believe that his girl, the one who could make him hard in an instant, couldn’t get herself off.

“Tried it, but never reached the finish line.” You sigh, looking up to take in Harry’s beyond shocked expression.

“That’s not okay.” Harry says obviously.

“Well that’s kinda obvious.” You snap, making sure to roll your eves at him. You didn’t know if it was you, or beast of your pent up sexual frustration talking.

“I’ll just chalk that up to your non cumming attitude speaking.” Harry huffs throwing your problem back at you a little, taking one of the dishes you two made out of the oven.

“M’sorry, I just-“

“Want me t’take care of yeh. Make you feel good?” Harry cuts you off. When he turns towards you, all you could do is nod. At first you weren’t really looking for Harry to take care of your little problem, but now you were the least bit opposed to the proposition. You could feel your core beginning to pulsate and you were getting even hotter than before.

“Please?” You softly beg. Hearing your voice become small, begging him to help you feel good was starting to get Harry worked up.

“Why don’t you go wait for me in the bedroom while I take care of this.” Harry suggests. Without replying, you quickly leave out of the kitchen and you make your way to the bedroom. Once Harry’s alone in the kitchen, he instantly lets out a large puff of air. He drops the utensil that was in his hand onto the counter and he leans against it, taking in the conversation that he just had with you. Unknowingly, a hand drops down to his shorts and he cups himself through the thin material. “Fuck” Harry swears under his breath. Before he got too carried away with himself, he quickly covers everything up in foil. He decides to keep them out because he had a feeling you were going to be a bit hungry when you two were done.

Once Harry was done in the kitchen, he made a b-line straight to the bedroom where you were waiting for him. Before he walked in, he quickly took a deep breath, calming his bubbling nerves. When he walks into the room, his eyes go to the bed where he sees you lying there in your bra and panties waiting for him. In that moment, Harry didn’t know what was going on with him. It was like this from the moment he first saw you. He was constantly being transported back to a time when he was a prepubescent boy who got all bothered from seeing a pretty girl. He was feeling that way now, only this time it was tenfold. Seeing his girl with close to nothing on lying in his bed was beyond enticing and the swelling that was going on below his waist wasn’t going to be stopping anytime soon. Add on to that the fact that he was about to make you cum for the first time, and he had the perfect cocktail for going crazy.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to make me feel good?” You softly ask him. Just because you were very inexperienced, didn’t mean that you had no clue as to what you wanted.

“I’m gonna make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” He replies, slowly walking over to where you were laying. He then climbs up onto the bed, making his way up the bed to you. When he’s face to face with you, he lowers his his head down towards yours. He slots his lips between yours and begins to kiss you, languidly moving in sync with you. As you two become caught up in this kiss, you feel a warm hand fall to your bare waist. Harry begins to slowly move his hand up and down your side, moving all the way up to the side of your chest, and all the way down to your hip. He continues this movement against you until his hand stops right at the top hem of your panties. His tongue stops moving against yours before beginning to leave a trail of wet kisses from your mouth. As he makes his way down your neck, you feel the hand that was at your waist lowering between your legs. When his mouth got down to your shoulder, he didn’t stop. He kept pressing these kisses down your body. His lips makes their way down the center of your chest, stopping to suck on the flesh of the tops of your breasts that were spilling from your bra.

You were a complete mess. Your mouth was hanging open, you were letting out the quickest pants, and the most pitiful whimpers. You’d never had anyone touch you like this before, let alone feel this good. Having him build up to what you wanted was only making you want him to touch you even more. You could feel yourself getting warmer, and you could also feel yourself getting wetter. When Harry’s lips reach your navel, your heart begins to pound against your chest. He’s getting closer and closer to where you wanted and heeded him the most. The hand that was between your legs touched everywhere, except for your dripping center. When his lips reach the hem of your panties he pulls his head up from you.

He then wraps his fingers around the soft and thin fabric for your panties, before pulling them down your legs. As he does this, he can see the strings of your arousal stretching from your center to the damp fabric. He didn’t even have to bring them up to his nose to be able to smell you. It was the sweet scent that he was undeniably already addicted to. He sits them beside him and he pulls your legs apart. His eyes go straight to the sticky area between your legs, before darting up towards you. When he sees you with longing eyes, and your teeth tightly clasped around your lower lip, he knew just how bad you needed him. He lies down against the bed between your legs, his face pointing right in the direction of your center. Harry brings his hand up to your center, pressing two of his fingers against your slick folds. As he does this, your hips lift up from the bed, pushing yourself further against his fingers.

“Relax f’me sweet girl.” He says to you softly.

“Can’t help it.” You whine back. “Feels so good.” You continue through your moans.

“I’ll make yeh feel 10 times better if y’just relax f’me.” When he says this, you drop your hips back down onto the bed and you let him continue. “Good girl.” He praises, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. He pushes his fingers back up your folds and to your clit. He pushes the two fingers firmly against your sensitive bundle of nerves, and begins to move his fingers against it. While doing this, Harry watches your head tilt back tightly against the pillows and he can see your hands tightly wound around the sheets from you needing something to latch onto. He can hear the weak whimpers leaving your mouth and it only fuels him to keep going. So to make you moan and whimper even more for him, he lowers the fingers back down to your entrance and he lightly pushes a finger past your folds and right against your tight entrance. He didn’t even have to see your weepy hole to know how small and tight is was. He could feel how tight it was simply from the way the tip of his finger was presses against it. He could even feel your tight hole contracting against him. Harry wastes no more time and he slowly pushes the finger into you.

“Fuck!” You cry out to him. Feeling his finger gliding into you felt so good. You could only imagine how good his cock which was way bigger than his finger would feel inside of you. He then starts to move his finger in and out of you, making sure to push into you as far as he could. To make you even more of a moaning mess, he begins to speed up his finger, thrusting it faster into you.

“Want another one sweet girl?” He asks, to which you shout out a loud yes. Harry then slowly pushes a second finger into you, causing you to feel a slight sting from the stretch. You’d only tried to pleasure yourself with one finger (you were a little scared of the stretch), so to have two inside of you felt absolutely amazing. Once you’re comfortable, he begins to speed them up like he did before. Only this time, he wanted you to get a taste of what it’d be like when you let him fuck you. You start to feel him cram his fingers into you, pushing them as deep as they could go. You felt so full and you could feel a tightening/burning sensation forming in your lower stomach. The way Harry was making you feel right now was already a lot to process, but to make it even harder, he attaches his mouth to your clit. Harry swirls his tongue around the entire expanse of the area above your entrance and he pretty much devours you. The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of you, along with the amazing feeling of his mouth against you was becoming too much for you to handle.

Harry continues like this until he feels your hips beginning thrash against him. He removes his mouth from you just to look up and find you with your hands no longer gripping onto the sheets, but instead gripping onto your breasts over your bra. He didn’t even realize that a moan fell from his own mouth. This entire time Harry wasn’t simply pleasuring you, he was also pleasuring himself. He couldn’t stop his cock from swelling, he also couldn’t stop himself from digging his hips into the mattress. His cock was so hard that he could cum simply from grinding against the mattress and making you cum. He could hear your desperate cries for him and see the way your body, especially your thighs were trembling. These were the two main indicators that you were about to have your first orgasm.

“Tell me how you feel baby.” He coos, which was a stark contrast from the way he was slamming his fingers into you.

“I feel a burning knot in my stomach.” You cry out to him, feeling the tears of pleasure pooling in your eyes. “It hurts a little too.” You whine.

“That’s your orgasm baby.” He says happily, bringing his free hand up to your lower stomach where he knew you were feeling this tight burning sensation. Without thinking, Harry pushes the palm of his hand into that area, causing you to cry out to him even more.

“What do I do?!” You cry, not knowing how long you were going to be able to hold what back what was still unbeknownst to you.

“Squeeze my hand and just let go baby.” Harry instructs, bringing his mouth back to your clit. As soon as he says this, you wrap both hands around his hand that was pressed into your lower stomach and you let go. It was like an extreme wave of ultimate pleasure just came crashing down onto you. Your eyes completely rolled to the back of your head, and the once pooled tears were falling from your eyes. You not only couldn’t stop your body from thrashing at the amazing feeling of your first ever orgasm, you also couldn’t stop yourself from squirting either. As soon as Harry felt a drop of the the warm liquid splash onto him, he immediately pulled his mouth from you and watched you squirt all over him, and the sheets. At this point, Harry felt like he was about to pass out. He couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. His girl, cumming and squirting for the first time all because of him. Watching this, along with hearing your cries at how good it felt made Harry cum right then and there. He couldn’t stop himself. He could feel his cock erupting in his pants, causing him to let out a string of deep moans in relief. Once the both of you came down from your highs, Harry slowly pulls his fingers from you and he falls back against the bed outside of your legs. He then proceeds to push the two fingers covered in an opaque substance past his lips to clean them. Your cum tasted just as delicious as he thought it would.

“Congratulations on crossing the finish line for the first time baby. You did amazing and m’so proud of you.” Harry hums, giving you a light squeeze. Harry couldn’t stop the feeling of pride from bubbling up inside of him. He couldn’t believe that he got lucky enough to not only have a beautiful girlfriend inside and out that he loved and adored, but to also be the one to make her cum, and squirt at not just the same time, but on her first try too. He couldn’t wait to just recall every last thing that happened tonight with you.

“It felt so good. Can you teach me how to do that?” You slur wearily to Harry, using all the strength you had left in your body to look down at him.

“Once you recover from this one.” He chuckles, giving your thigh a light squeeze.

“M’so tired and hungry.” You sigh, dropping your head back against the fluffy pillows.

“After we get all cleaned up, we can go back downstairs and eat baby.” He says.

“Yay” you cheer softly.

Harry was definitely living up to his word when it came to making you feel things you’d never felt before.

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 4 years

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It’s Just a Movie: Part 4 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

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Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 1806

"Do any of you have some change I can borrow?" You called, and you cursed yourself once again when you watched how they snickered. Talk about helpless. You swore that if you had seen yourself on the screen, you would've said that you were a mercy killing. Losing your friends, getting a ride from strange boys, hanging out with those strange boys, and not even having enough change for a payphone? God, you could already imagine how they'd drag you in the forums. You were threatening Michael level stupid. You watched as Marko was quick to climb off his bike, and how he jogged over.

He stopped in front of the booth, a small smile on his face as he leaned against the side of the door and held out a couple of quarters. Before you could reach for the change, Marko pulled his hand back. He had a glint in his eye, and, for a moment, you almost thought that this was it. Public be damned. You did your best to not remind yourself of the security guard. It wasn't that late. They wouldn't do anything out in the open like this, would they? You were half-way to a panic attack when he said,

"Here." He grinned and dropped the quarters into your hand. You watched as he stuck his hands in his pockets instead, still parked in his spot leaning in the open spot of the phone booth. You had to quickly calm yourself down, and you muttered something along the lines of a thank you. When you went to turn, he asked, "Need me to stick around? Show you how to put the coins in the slot?" He offered, clearly teasing you. You knew you probably seemed like an absolute lost cause at this point, but you rolled your eyes and quipped,

"What, so you can eavesdrop?" Your voice was teasing, and you watched the way it made him smile. You always thought it was interesting how a boy with such an angel-like face could have such a devilish smile. He shrugged, pulling his hand out of his pocket so he could put it in-between his teeth instead. He said a small, teasing,

"Maybe." Before he was pushing himself off the booth and walking away. You watched him as he walked back towards the bikes, and closed the door the rest of the way. You had a feeling that the boys could probably eavesdrop from their bikes, and Marko wouldn't need to stick around to hear what you were going to say. With the change in one hand and reaching for the phone with the other, you tried to mentally prep yourself for whatever was going to happen. When you gripped the plastic, you took a small breath. You still had your plan, no matter how much of it had gotten screwed up already. But, there was one part of it you weren't excited about. With your front still to the boys, you took your phone out of you back pocket. You tried to be sneaky, maneuvering your body so they couldn't see the little device and opening up the phone book stashed inside so it would seem you were staring at that instead. You thanked the heavens when you opened your phone and saw that you still had half a charge left, and quickly lowered your brightness to seem less suspicious. You went to your contacts, tapping the contacts of your friends so you could find their number. It was a quick decision as to who you would call, as you had to make sure that they would pick up. You only had two chances here. When you had it in front of you, you pushed one of the coins into the slot and dialed their number.

You waited with bated breath as the phone began to ring. Once, twice, three times, and then-

"Hello?" Your heart sank. On the other end was not the voice of your friend. Disappointment filled your mind, and you cursed yourself for even getting your hopes up. You were alone. Your friends had not come to whatever this was with you, and there was no way to contact them. Apparently, payphones couldn't go through dimensions, or whatever this was. You mumbled a quick,

"Sorry, wrong number." And quickly hung up the phone. You only had one quarter left, and no plan now. You couldn't call your friends, so you guessed it'd be a waste of a quarter to try to call your parents. But, still, you couldn't just walk out without making an attempt, especially when you figured the boys would be listening. It would only make you look suspicious. You looked down at the phonebook in your hands, considering flipping it to E or even F. But you didn't want to get the boys, or grandpa Emerson and the Frogs, killed. You just wanted to go home, and avoid getting killed yourself. You stared down at the phonebook, realizing just how bleak your situation was. It wasn't like you had a place to stay that night, and you weren't exactly overflowing with cash. You didn't have a car, anyone you knew, and you couldn't call anyone that you did know. When you looked back at the boys, it dawned on you what you had to do. It was risky, but it was your only choice. You were going to have to tell them the truth. But you couldn't do it here. At least, not without sounding absolutely crazy to everyone passing you and potentially outing them. So, you were also going to have to go back to the cave with them. You sighed.

By the time you walked back to the boys' bikes, you had come up with the excuse that you'd called the wrong number for your friends and had realized your parents weren't in the phonebook. And that you didn't have your home phone number memorized yet. It was a believable excuse, and you hoped it wasn't too suspicious. But, the way David looked at you over his second cigarette of the night gave you little to go off of. If anything, you were sure you were making yourself out to look like the easiest target in the entire world. The only thing you could do was blame it on a bad memory. You passed Marko back his quarter, and Paul commented with,

"That sucks, doll-face, but I know how that is." Before you went to approach Dwayne's bike. After assuring them that you wouldn't end up in too much trouble for not calling, the boys saw no reason to delay. Well, except David. He stomped out cigarette, and motioned behind him.

"Why don't you ride with me, y/n?" But it hardly sounded like a request. You looked at him, and then at Dwayne. While Dwayne was definitely your preference for driving out of the four, you didn't really think you had much of a choice. If this night was going to end well for you, there was one thing you had to do for sure. Listen to David. Even if you already knew exactly what to expect from this ride, you still climbed on behind him and went to wrap your arms around his waist.

"Please, go slow." You said as you sat down, only earning a laugh from the blonde in front of you, and the boys next to you. Realizing your fate, you buried your face into his shoulder. The second you did, he was speeding off and leading the pack. You couldn't have been surprised when he turned, and then headed down the stairs. But, still, you gripped onto him for dear life as you traded concrete and wood for sand. You weaved in and out of bonfires, the blonde duo weaving in front of you or sticking close to your sides. They laughed, hooting and hollering all around you. You laughed along, but your grip never loosened on Davids jacket. You couldn't help but shriek when you went under the boardwalk, silently praying that David knew what he was doing as you went around the poles supporting it. The twists and turns of the dark woods had you holding onto him so tight that your knuckles were turning white, and you felt your stomach drop when the five of you left the woods behind. You knew where you were heading now, even if the fog hid it. You could hear the waves crashing below, and you saw the light from the lighthouse up ahead. You waited for David to slow down, but he never did. Instead, he came to screeching and sudden stop, and you knocked into him from the force of it. You looked down, even if you knew that you shouldn't have, and your head swam when you saw the waves below. "Oh my god." You said breathlessly, and you quickly turned your head away so you wouldn't make yourself dizzy. You scrambled off his bike, with Paul and Marko catching you before you could trip.

"Fun, huh?" David asked, and you fought the urge to send him a glare. You'd almost forgotten that David could be a real dick sometimes. The saving grace of the trip was the cave. Paul helped you down the rocks leading into it, jumping down with you and leaving you to get himself the boombox, before setting it up on the fountain. Dwayne went around, lighting the barrels so you could actually see where you were. You took a moment to admire your surroundings. The fountain and walls, though broken, were still beautiful. The shells and things they had hung from the ceiling stole your attention, before you began looking at all the graffiti they had littered the walls with. You would’ve wondered how’d they’d managed to reach certain areas if you didn’t already know. David began his spiel, and you had to stop yourself from saying it with him. Though, you couldn't stop yourself from finishing it for him and stealing his line.

"So now it's yours?" You asked, and you heard the way Marko snickered while he played with his pigeons. You weren't surprised to see out of the corner of your eye that Paul was strutting around the fountain, before pausing to take a joint out of his coat. You fought the urge to smile as you stared at the bleached blonde, and, after a moment of surprise, he sent you one instead.

"Exactly." He said, reaching out to lay a hand on your arm. Then, Paul delivered what was probably your favorite line of his from the movie. You looked away from David as he said it, missing the way David was staring at you. You couldn’t help the grin on your face as he said,

“So, check it out, y/n!” And lit the joint in his hands.

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