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buckybarnesisdaddy · 24 days

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Meet Cute

Summary: You stumble upon a pottery TikTok account and the creator is super hot. When you win his contest for a custom piece, well sparks start to fly.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warning: Sexual innuendos, Smut (Oral, PiV), talks of fighting as kids, talks of alcohol use and being drunk. No protection sex (but it’s okay, they talk about it.) Minors DNI

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Another Friday night with nothing better to do than sit on your phone scrolling Instagram while a forgotten movie plays in the background. You really should be writing, you have a deadline coming up soon but you just can’t bring yourself to write about romance and love. You can hear Natasha saying goodbye to her date on the doorstep, and she has been for the last 20 minutes. Finally Natasha comes stumbling in, face flushed and giggling away, which is odd because Natasha never giggles. “So I take it the date went well?” You ask from your perch on the couch, covered in blankets and a bowl of popcorn cooled on the seat next to you.

“If you must know, yes!!” She gushes and runs over to sit beside you. “He is so sweet and such a gentleman-”

“What he as doing to you out there didn’t sound too ‘gentleman like.’ In fact it sounds down right scandalous.” You tease and Natasha rolls her eyes and gives you a playful shove.

“He was an absolute gentleman,” she doubles down before she blushes and admits, “well that was till I said all the right words and had him ready to eat me alive.” Natasha laughs as you pretend to retch. “Oh hush! If you ever got off this couch you’d have a line of men waiting to take you out and begging for you to talk dirty to them.” Natasha winks, you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks and you sink further down into the couch.

“I have Bridgerton, and my own fictional men that I write, I don’t need a man.” You shoot back at her slightly insulting but meant in good fun jab at your non-existent dating life. “Anyway, where did you meet this guy again?” Natasha picks up a handful of popcorn before she realizes it’s cold. She wrinkles her nose but commits anyway to eating it.

“Tiktok!” Natasha answers over a mouthful. A loud laugh escapes for you and she gives you another play shove before taking the popcorn for herself. “We talked a lot online before we met up. He’s great, in fact i have made lots of friends from TikTok! You should give it a try!” Abruptly standing up and shaking your head, you walk to the kitchen to retrieve a drink.

“No way, I know myself and I’d end up sucked Down the rabbit hole and I’d never get anything done. And for the sake of my job, I can’t have that.” Natasha sighs a unmutes the tv.

“What a waste of a good ass and ‘I'll beg for it eyes’.” Natasha teases and you can’t help but laugh again as you enter the room with your water and a drink for Natasha.

“What kind of videos did you think A) I would be watching and B) potentially making?!” Sitting down next to her giving her a hard stare. Natasha stares straight ahead, purposely not meeting your gaze as she shrugs.

“Anything you wanted, Bunny.” She looks over and winks, using the old nickname you got back in college after too many drinks and a spin on a pogo stick.

“Wow you must really be worried about my good ass and ‘beg for it’s eyes’ going to waste if you’re baiting me with that name!” You lean back and prop your feet up on the coffee table. Natasha leans her head over and eats it on yours.

“All I’m saying is the first step in dating is getting yourself out there. Why not start with a stupid video app? Connect with others from the safety of a screen, and see where it goes.” She smiles and gives your hand a squeeze before she yawns and stands again. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need a shower,” she blushes, “My man got me pretty worked up.” She winks and dashes off. You shake your head and just laugh as you turn back to your movie. That night you toss and turn, unable to sleep. You can’t stop thinking about what Natasha said. Maybe it would be fun, it’s not the pressure of a dating app and you can give out as much information as you are willing to. What could go wrong? Knowing Natasha is still awake as you quickly send her a text.

‘Fine… make me a page but keep it generic.’ About as soon as you put your phone down it dings. You pick it up to find multiple messages from Natasha. ‘Yay! I already did! Here is the login! Have fun!! 😉’

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Bucky is setting up in his garage studio when he hears the bike rev outside and then turn off. Steve walks in and lays his helmet down on one of his work tables.

“So? How did the date go?” Bucky asks as he sets down a bucket of water next to his wheel and sets a sponge out next to the bucket. Steve leans against the table and grabs a chunk of modeling clay. He starts to knead it in his hands, treating it like a stress ball as he smiles.

“Honestly? Amazing! I mean, really Buck. She’s great!” Bucky laughs to himself and nods. “You know you’re never gonna find a women unless you actually get out there and try to date.” Steve teases and Bucky just throws a rag at him.

“Yeah yeah, hand me that clay and let me get paid, okay?!” Bucky jokes and Steve tosses him the clay. He slaps it down on the wheel and Steve laughs.

“See, that right there would have women lining up and down the street for you!” Steve turning Bucky’s harmless actions of slapping his clay into sexual jokes and Bucky returning the favor is something Bucky hopes they never outgrown.

“Yeah, and the boys would be lining up to have you handle their wood, we’d be making bank if we started charging.” Steve laughs and shoves Bucky.

“Woodworking is a noble hobby.” Steve rebuts.

“Noble and as old at time!” Bucky had the last say. “Now, shut up and press live for me.” Bucky smiles and Steve pretends to be annoyed as he does what was asked.

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You want to be upset that she did it before you gave her permission, but you know she means well. Your last relationship did not end well and you haven’t dated since, honestly you’ve been sacred to. Natasha just wants to see you happy. You download the app and use the login information Natasha sent you. Apparently she’s been following people for you and set up the whole account. She was nice enough to not include a picture of you, instead she added the generic pictures everyone can choose from when they start a profile. She put that your name is ‘Bunny’, you she’s your head and just laugh, reminding yourself to change that later. You see you username ‘talkdirtytome’. “Oh Nat,” you groan. Becoming a master at TikTok in a matter of minutes you find where to change your username, but seeing as Natasha had changed it 5 times in less than 2 hours, your account is locked to more changes for at least a week. Thankful that the username you ended up with wasn’t so bad considering one of the last names was ‘fckbunny'. “Oh my god, Nat. You are so dead!” You take a deep breath and sit up against your headboard. You remind yourself it’s not the end of the world and it’s just the internet, it’s only forever. Ready to give it a rest for the night you lay your phone down when you get a notification.

*Buchananclaymates is going live*

“Who the hell is that and why does it sound like porn?” Even as you ask yourself that very important question your thumb has already clicked on the notification. You are taken to the live screen on TikTok. On your screen sits the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life. His blue eyes pop against the blue henley he is wearing and his hair is short. Theres a boyish charm to him even though he is clearly in his early late 20’s maybe even early 30’s. He is sitting in some kind of garage and on the shelf behind him sits a dozen or so pots, pitchers, mugs, plates, all of them handcrafted. What gets you the most is his little New York accent slipping through his words. Not too much but enough that you can pick out the Brooklyn in him. His voice is so smooth, you could fall asleep listening to him talk about pottery. And his laugh, it makes you smile and you want to hear it again, so light and free, beautiful. As the shock of how beautiful this man is finally resolves, he says something that makes your heart drop straight to your stomach.

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Bucky is having fun as all his followers sign on and begin requesting stuff. He starts to work the clay and begins his steps on making a pitcher. He is taking a moment to read some of the chat when a new user pops up. He memorized all his regulars, and yes there is about 100-200 of them but he has a good memory, against all odds and every concussion he had as a child. But his is one he has never seen before. He cleans off his hands and moves the camera closer.

“Hey, I see some new people here tonight,” He gets a better look at the username and he can’t help but blush and laugh as he teases his new viewer. “User ‘talkdirtytome’ I feel like you might be on my wrong account.” He winks. “I’m just messing with you! I do have another account and it is a little more… well-“ **********************************************

A voice from somewhere behind the camera shouts, “thirst trappy!!” The man Blushes but also nods, “yeah, I guess Rogers is right. It’s full of pottery thirst traps. But nothing more than that. This is a pg-13 page so, ‘talkdirtytome’ save it for the DM’s” he winks and laughs again. You look at the comments pouring in as the live continues, some are asking about buying some of his work. Others are asking if he makes custom pieces. Other ask what’s his favorite type of clay to use, you didn’t know there were different types. But overwhelmingly the comments were asking ‘take your shirt off!’ The man didn’t seem bothered by the comments at all, in fact he ate it up. Flirting and teasing the viewers with movements that showed little sections of his stomach or leaning forward and letting his shirt dip enough to see down it. He truly is a showman because you are entranced and before you know it you’ve spent an hour on this live watching him talk about pottery, and getting to know a little about him. You find yourself wanting to know everything, he seems so sweet and his eyes are kind. You don’t even realize you’re drooling over him until he starts rapping up the live. You don’t even know his name and yet you’re sad when he finally says goodnight and cuts the live off.

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Bucky is pleasantly surprised with how well this live went. He got 15 orders while on live and he got about 1000 new followers. He knew he was pulling out all the stops tonight and flirting hardcore. Making sure he didn’t wear an undershirt so when he raised his arms the comment section went wild with the tease. Putting his hair in a half up half down bun that he knows drives his followers crazy. He was playing for keeps and thankfully it paid off. Especially with his most interesting new viewer. Why this new user caught his eye he will never know, ‘talkdirtytome’ was probably some 59 year old bald guy who found Bucky hot… but he couldn’t help hoping that maybe the user was really some really beautiful women in her late 20’s… a guy can dream, right?

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You quickly click to his profile and do a little stalking. You can’t find this other page he talked about, probably because it’s some onlyfans or something like a cam sight. He was probably keeping it PG so the TikTok police didn’t flag his video. You’ve only been on it for about 2 hours but you’ve heard all about people getting banned or blocked because their videos were “too mature.” You give his page a once over again you finally clock his name. “James, huh. How very.. normal.” You blush and quickly jump back to your page, feeling exhilarated you change the profile picture to one of you. It doesn’t really show much, in fact all it shows is your hair and a hidden side profile… but it’s a step. You then find James page again and quickly, before you can second guess yourself, you follow him and set up notifications. You don’t want to miss seeing this beautiful man. Maybe Natasha was right, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. You lay your phone down and drift off to sleep, happier than ever.

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Right before Bucky is about to go to bed he sees a new notification,

*New Follower- Bunny*

“Who the fuck is Bunny??” Bucky asks out loud as he clicks on the profile. He sees the username at the top ‘talkdirtytome’, “Ahh so Baldies name is Bunny, great.” Bucky groans. But then he sees the profile picture. “I wait, that’s a women. Wait- that’s?! FUCK YES!” He about yells from the comfort of his room, and only bring his voice down because he remembers Steve is on the other side of the wall. He messages you and then Bucky goes to sleep one happy man.

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The sun streams through your window and you wake up to the soft buzz of your phone. You stretch and start your morning routine before actually checking the said phone, because you know the time suck that will happen if you just sit and scroll instead of getting up and ready. A text from Natasha saying she’s meeting ‘her man’ and will bring you back a coffee. You start to set your phone down when you notice a little red bubble on the TikTok app. Curiosity gets the better of you and you find your way back to your bed before you open it. The butterflies that burst in your stomach and travel throughout your body leave you breathless when you see that you have 5 messages from ‘Buchananclaymates’ aka Bucky.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!!” You start screaming as you take deep breaths and try to calm down. “Okay, it’s okay. He’s just a dude. He’s hot! But he’s just a guy, just read the messages.” You click them open and one by one your face heats up more and those butterflies become stronger lower and lower in your body.

*Messages*

Hey!

I see I have a new follower 😉

Glad I didn’t scare you off with all that teasing.

Hope to see you around again!

Maybe even here, 😏 ‘claymatesbuck’

“Oh my god,” you groan at the innuendo of the second username. “So it’s definitely porn!” You exclaim, not sure how you feel about this. “Of course the guy I find attractive is the one with a porn page.” You groan. “You really know how to pick em!” You pout for a moment and then you realize that you’re home alone. Natasha is out and will be for awhile. Your curiosity pushes you to click on the username and you are taken to another tiktok page. Every thumbnail for each video is of Bucky shirtless and working with clay. “He wasn’t kidding about the thirst traps.” You blush as you click on one video. It start to play and there is a semi sexually suggestive song playing as Bucky works the clay in his hands. Molding it and shaping it just how he wants. His biceps are on display and his abs, he ends the video with a little wink and lip bite.

“Oh my god!!” It comes out as more of a moan than it did an actual exclamation. “Oh Natasha, what have you done?!” You groan as you lay on your bed, ready to spend the morning watching every video on his page.

Before long you end up pressing that follow button and closing the app before you can do anything else to embarrass yourself.

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Bucky sees your follow on his other page and if he sits down and plans out the next few videos to be exceptionally dirty, well maybe there was a correlation. Or maybe not.

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The next two weeks you find yourself watching James new videos he posts and viewing his lives whenever you have a chance. He really does work great with his hands and half the time you forget that he is shirtless until he’s winking at the camera or he’s flirty and teasing everyone saying ‘You guys need some water.’ You wish you had the courage to message him and get to know him a little more but your nerves get in the way each time before you can press send. James will send you flirty messages and you will like them but you can never bring yourself to respond. You interact just enough to let him know to keep doing it.

It’s Friday night again and you see he is going live, like always you join and just watch. “So I have recently reached almost 10,000 followers on here, which is a huge milestone and I wanted to celebrate it!” He sits closer to the phone screen and you get a better glimpse of his eyes. Even. Bluer than you originally thought. He has little creases by his eyes that crinkle when he smiles too big and his nose scrunches up. He’s perfect. “Anyone that wants to be added into the drawing leave a comment on my last video saying so. This drawing is for a custom pottery piece of your choice. So if you win I will make you whatever you ask for,” he smirks, apparently knowing some of his followers a little too well. “Well within reason. No ‘life art’ sculptures.” He winks and you feel the blush start to rise. Would someone really be that bold to request that of him? “Anyway, the drawing will happen tomorrow at noon! So go comment now for the chance to win.” He signs off with a little wave and wink. Without even thinking, because if you think about it you will back out, you comment and ask to be added in. Within minutes he has liked your comment and sent another message to you.

*message*

I was gonna add you in regardless. 😉

The heat is almost burning in your face, he doesn’t even know you. How could he be this good at getting a rise out of you?! Your brain won’t shut off that night, thinking and even dreaming about this man behind your phone screen. “Damn it!” You grumble and end up having to watch some old Disney movies just to keep your mind off the filthy things you wish James would do to you instead of the clay he usually is holding. You finally drift off to sleep to the sounds of Cinderella.

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“Hey!” Natasha pulls you out of your thoughts as you look up from your morning coffee.

“Hey, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she looks you over. “Man you were really out of it. Didn’t even hear me invite you out.”

“Huh?” You hum in acknowledgment and Natasha rolls her eyes.

“I said I am going out later with my TikTok boyfriend and he has a friend that he can invite if you wanted to join.” She explains for the second time.

“Oh umm now? I-“ you try to think of an excuse, not wanting to miss the drawing on James page. “I actually have plans. With someone online.” Natasha shoots up straight and about squeals in excitement. “Okay okay, calm down.” You laugh. “It’s not a date but this guys been super flirty and I- I don’t know, maybe today I will finally make the move and message him back.” You shrug trying to play it off.

“Tell me everything, now!!” Natasha demands as she sips her coffee. “Don’t leave out a single detail.” You debate on lying, or just making it juicier than it is, but you decide against it.

“Okay, just don’t laugh.” You remind her before you tell her everything. She already has his page pulled up and is drooling over him too.

“He is hot!! Wow, and he said all those things to you?!” Meaning the messages he had sent.

“Yeah, so I don’t know. Maybe he’s trying to drum up business-” Natasha shakes her head.

“No, absolutely not. He is flirting hardcore.” She keeps looking through videos and one seems to catch her eye as her eyes widen and then a big smirk crosses her face before she exists out of the app and lays her phone down. Super quiet and worrying you even more than she does when shes asking you a million questions. “You said there is a drawing today?” You nod and you can see the wheels turning already. “At noon?” She asks and you nod again, she checks her watch and then opens her phone, obviously sending a message to someone.

“Natasha if you are messaging James, so help me-“ she cuts you off.

“And so what if I am?” She teases. “I’m just doing the hard work for you, the correct response is ‘thank you’.” She blows you a kiss as she leaves the room, leaving your stomach in knots and even more worried about this drawing.

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Steve is in the garage with Bucky, getting ready for the drawing for his page and starting to film some more content for his own carpentry and woodworking page when he gets a text. He looks over at Bucky and then just laughs and quickly answers back.

“What’s so funny Punk?” Bucky asks and Steve smiles.

“Nothing, Jerk. You need help with the drawing? Where’s the bowl?” Steve asks as he slides his phone back in his pants. Bucky points to where he sat it and Steve grabs it to help.

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“Okay everyone, it is noon and we are ready to get this show on the road!” James says happily. You refused to let Natasha sit and watch with you. She can watch on her own phone, but she won’t have a front row seat to your blushing or your disappointment when you inevitably lose. “I had over 500 of you enter, which is just incredible! Next time I should make each entry like $3 and send all the proceeds to wounded warriors.” You gently smile at the kind idea. It’s sweet, thinking of others instead of finding a way to make a bigger payday for himself. “Okay, let’s draw! The bowl, Rogers!” A hand comes into frame and the bowl is above James head. He lifts an arm up and reaches in pulling one slip of paper out. And as soon as the arm appeared it disappeared. James opens the paper and smiles before it turns to a laugh and then a smirk. “Well, user ‘talkdirtytome’, I am looking forward to making that custom piece for you.” You swear he stares right at you as he bites his lip and smiles again. “To everyone else, there will be more in the future! Oh and ‘talk dirty’?” You sit up and answer him like an idiot.

‘He can’t hear you, moron.’ You shake your head.

“I’ll be in touch. Bye everyone!” And the live ends. You lay your head down on your bed and just smile at the thought that James will be making a custom piece of pottery for you. When Natasha speaks she scares you half to death, not having heard her sneak in.

“WOW, you’ve got it bad!” She teases and you toss a pillow at her.

“Leave me alone!” You laugh and yell as you look down at the message that just came through.

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When he read your username he had to remind himself that he can’t be partial, at least not on camera, but he couldn’t help the smile. He is gonna do this right and he refuses to mess it up, he’s got just the plan. He grabs his phone from his stand and quickly messages you.

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*Message*

James- Idk how you feel about exchanging numbers, which I’d be fine with but I understand if you’re not. So zoom? Maybe later this afternoon?

You blush and quickly write back. Saying that you can’t wait and you will “see” him then. James likes your message and then sends a picture of binoculars. It’s so random and weird but you can’t help but laugh. Maybe Natasha’s right, you do have it bad.

You check your hair about 10 times, make sure your make up is okay, not too much but just enough to make it look like you’re not wearing any at all. Your sundress that you were already wearing perfectly accents your figure and makes your eyes pop. You check the lighting in your room and play with the blinds. With 10 minutes to spare before the arranged time for the zoom you sit down as your computer notifies you that you are in the “waiting room.” Whenever Jane slogs on the camera will turn on and that will be it. As you wait so many thoughts cross your mind. ‘He’s probably gonna be short and keep it super professional.’ ‘He may flirt for the camera but there’s no way he’d actually like me.’, ‘Calm down, he’s probably gonna be on and off as fast as he can.’ You start to doubt yourself and you suddenly feel self-conscious for looking nice. Right as you’re about to throw your hair up and grab a blanket to wrap around your shoulders, the screen goes black and then lights up, James is right in front of you. He doesn’t look right at you, still messing around with his notebook and taking a drink of water, obviously not realizing that you two are already connected. At first when he sees you his eyes just glance over. But then the realization hits and his eyes widen

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“Wow,” Bucky is breathless. You’re not just beautiful, you’re stunning. He’s never been mesmerized by a single thing or person in his life, until this moment. “I- uh I’m-“ he lightly laughs as he smiles, he can’t stop smiling. “Hi I’m James,” he laughs and blushes as he hangs his head for a moment. “Um but people who have seen me stutter and stumble over my words, like an idiot, get to call me Bucky.” Your smile is contagious and your eyes sparkle brightly as Bucky talks more and more. Your laugh is sweet and music to his ears.

“Hi Bucky, I’m Elizabeth but people who can make me laugh this much can call me Lizzy or Bunny.” You lean forward a little and Bucky laughs.

“Bunny? There’s got to be a story behind that.” He presses lightly. You nod and hide your face for a moment as you blush and giggle.

“There is, but all I can say now is, it was college and I was very drunk, and someone dared me to use a pogo stick… and it turns out I was VERY good at it.” You laugh and Bucky is amazed as he laughs.

“Well so am I so maybe we will have to have a competition to see who is better.” He winks and you laugh.

“Tell me when and where! I’ll just need a few shots first then my balance will be perfect!” You lightly joke as you both laugh. It gets quiet for a minute and Bucky is just taking you in. “So,” Bucky’s eyes go wide as he remembers the whole reason for the zoom.

“Yes, right! Well how about we start by you telling me what you would like.” Bucky says as he grabs his notebook, looking down and starting to write, maybe if he focuses on writing he won’t embarrass himself even more. But then you start to speak and Bucky can’t help but look up and meet your gaze, your voice so sweet and soft. Your eyes kind and warm, ‘how could the username ‘talkdirtytome’ belong to the picture of purity and kindness.’ He smiles at the thought and tries his hardest to listen as you talk.

“I’m not picky at all, so maybe a vase?” You suggest. “Yeah, I’d like to have a gift that means something to me.” You finish explaining. Bucky just stares and then realizes you are done, he quickly looks down and starts to scribble some notes. He is so handsome, you think. The way his brow furrows as he’s concentrating and how the subtle but noticeable blush spreads across his cheeks. His shoulders are firm and you can tell he is solid. His voice, deep and warm, catches you off guard and you hope he didn’t catch you looking starry eyed at him.

“A Vase? That I can do!” Bucky says happily. He didn’t miss how your voice turned ever sweeter when you said ‘a gift that means something.’ He tells himself not to bet too excited. “Colors? Designs?” He wonders what all is hiding in your mind and if you will share it with him now for this vase. If he can get a picture of who you are.

“I love wildflowers, if I’m being honest. But not bright and bold. More subtle and muted. Almost watercolor like.” You laugh to yourself and you see Bucky’s eyes light up at the sound. “Sorry I know that probably sounds weird.”

She’s perfect, Bucky thinks. “Watercolored wild flowers? Yeah, I can make that happen.” He doesn’t want this to end but he has all he needs. How to make this go longer?! “So- I’m local to Brooklyn- and you by no means have to tell me where you’re from or anything- unless you want to!” He cringes at his awkwardness and your giggles let him know it’s alright.

“I am too, well close enough.” You explain. “So maybe we could meet up?” You see Bucky’s eyes light up and then you shoot yourself in the foot. “When it’s time for me to pick up the vase.” His eyes look a little sadder but his smile doesn’t fade.

“Yeah, I’ll send you a message on TikTok when it’s ready and we can find a place to meet.” Bucky says as he sits back in his chair. “I’m excited to get started on it, it looks like a fun one.” He continues as he looks down at his notes.

“I know it will be wonderful, all your work is.” You compliment, wanting to make up for your error that cause the light to dull in those incredible blue eyes. “I do have a question,” He leans forward again.

“Shoot.” Plan and simple.

“Well, what’s up with your two different accounts and the one username? Because at first I thought it was a porn page.” You explain, hopping to get a laugh. And you did. Bucky laughs, his hand over his pec and head thrown back with abandon.

“Oh no! Were you disappointed?” He teases and you laugh.

“Well maybe I was!” You tease back, not quite sure where the courage came from.

“Well as you know now, I go by Bucky. So I just used the ‘Clay mates’ and my name which does sound a lot like-“

“Yeah! So why?” You press again, smiling even bigger.

“It was a dare from a friend and it kinda stuck. I get tons of people asking so it also generates conversations around my business and what not. So it works! Is it crass? Kinda. Do I care? No.” He laughs again and messes with his hair a little. “So you know I make pottery but what do you do, Bunny?” He smirks and your face is aflame at the use of your nickname.

“I’m a writer, I write romance novels.” Suddenly feels quite bashful about your job. Bucky nods and rubs his chin as he watches you.

“So? Is this a meet cute worthy of one of your books?” Bucky asks. You look behind the computer at your wall where you storyboards are. A gentle smile washes over you as you look back at an expectant Bucky.

“Yeah, I’d say it is.” You admit. An alarm goes off on Bucky’s side of the screen and he curses under his breath.

“Sorry, Bunny. I’ve got to go. If I’m being honest I really wish I didn’t. I’d love to stay here all night getting to know you, I promised a friend I’d go out tonight and I never break a promise. So with that knowledge handed to you on a silver platter,” you laugh and he smiles brightly again. “I promise I will make you a gift that means something.” Your breath catches and you nod slightly.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You say before you both wave goodbye like dorks.

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Your chance, gone. Like a lot of chances in your life. Watching them go by because you don’t have the courage to ask for what you want. Natasha walks into your room and pulls you up from the bed. “Come on, we are late.” You finally agreed to go out with just her when you started to come down from the high of getting to talk to Bucky. “I promise, you will have fun. In fact this will be the best night of your life.” She hugs you and leads you to the door. As it opens you come face to face with Natasha’s ‘tiktok boyfriend’

“Hiya Stevie,” Natasha coos as she leans in and gives him a sweet kiss. Steve meets your gaze when he pulls back and offers his hand.

“Hey! I’m Steve Rogers,” he motions beside him, urging someone to move in closer. “And this is my friend Bucky Barnes.” You meet those blue eyes and melt, Bucky’s painfully awkward smile turns genuine when he sees you. He almost shoves Steve out of the way to get closer to you.

“Oh my god- Bunny?!” Bucky exclaims. “So your friend who made your TikTok account is the same one my friend has been dating for the past two months,” he smiles and laughs. “What a small world! God, I’m glad to see you.” You blush at the nickname, Natasha bumping your arm and Steve giving you both a questioning look when he hears the name.

You are just as shocked as Bucky and honestly can’t find the words.

“I’m stunned,” you laugh and look at Natasha. “Did you know?!” You ask her and she smirks as she pulls Steve into her arms.

“I would know my man’s voice and hands anywhere, so when I saw and heard him on one of Bucky’s videos I quickly texted Stevie and we worked our magic.” She winks. “I mean out of 500 entries for the pottery and you won! How lucky was that.” She winks again and you gasp.

“Did you two rig the drawling?!?” You exclaim and Bucky shoots a glance to Steve who is blushing bright red.

“I may have added a few extra slips with your name.” He admits. Bucky turns and faces him as he crosses his arms.

“How many?” Bucky asks and Steve laughs and sheepishly admits,

“Like 200 extra slips. She had a very good chance at winning.” Steve looks at Natasha and then you and Bucky. You both laugh and Bucky turns back to you.

“Well I’m sure as hell not mad,” he reaches out for your hand. “Are you?” He questions and you shake your head no as you put your hand in his. “Good,” Bucky leans in closer and pulls you in, your lips almost brush when you hear your apartment door close and lock. Looking back you see that Natasha and Steve have slipped inside. “So I guess it’s just us tonight,” he laughs and you agree. “What would you like to do? Cause I have no idea what they had planned.” You think for a minute and then turn back to the door and knock. Bucky lets go of your hand and you quickly grab it back giving him a wink. A slightly irritated Natasha opens the door, lipstick gone and smeared all over Steve’s face.

“What?” She asks and you push past her headed to your room. Bucky stands in the hallway watching and praying you come back.

You emerge with your purse that’s pretty big and Natasha knows that’s your “just in case I spend the night.” Purse. You wave goodbye as you grab your keys and close the door behind you. Turning to Bucky and pulling him in, you kiss his cheek and wrap your arms around one of his.

“Where to?” You ask.

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Steve drove them there so you offer to drive wherever.

“Would it be too forward to invite you back to my place? I’d really like to show you my studio.” He asks so sweetly, you can tell he is nervous. You tease him a little

“Is that your line for all the girl?” Bucky laughs and shakes his head.

“Nope, I never bring girls back to my studio. But if love to have you there.” The double meaning is not Lost on you or Bucky. The blush giving you away, Bucky laughs and pulls you closer before kissing your forehead and taking your keys. “You okay if I drive us?”

“Sure, just promise not to murder me.” You joke as you climb in your car. Bucky sits and gets it started before he looks at you and shrugs.

“No promises, my art has been described as deadly good.” He winks and you laugh at his horrible joke. Soon you are pulling up to a little house with a detached garage.

“You know, it really does look like you’re about to kill me.” You tease but also look around and check the area.

“I know, it’s not the best house but it works and it’s clean. A good neighborhood and lots of space so Steve and I really try hard for our personalities to outshine the murder aesthetic our house gives off.” He takes your hand and walks you to the garage as you laugh. The garage lights up and on every wall is a shelf full of pottery projects. Some half done, some completely done.

“Wow! Bucky, these are amazing!” You exclaim as you look at the intricate detail on each piece. You turn to meet his gaze and he is leaning against his work table just watching you. Moving through the room with Grace and admiring his work, it’s really doing something to him. He hopes you feel the same way.

“So? How did you get into pottery?” You ask as you run your finger along one of the freshly finished pieces.

“I was in the army, when I got out I needed a hobby that I could turn my mind off and just work. Pottery gave me a place for that and it also gave me a place to rediscover my creativity.” Bucky explains. You turn and look at him, gentle as in your eyes.

“That’s why you said that comment about wounded warriors. You wanna support your fellow vets.” You hope your assumption is correct. Bucky nods and smiles, staying firmly where he is.

“Yeah, I nearly lost my arm before I got out. Others aren’t so lucky. So any way I can give back, I try to.” He picks up a piece of clay and start to mold it while talking, mindless work that helps settle his nerves and al the feelings he is having about you.

“That’s amazing.” You say simply, not wanting to push more.

“How did you get into Romance writing?” Bucky asks, a teasing smile across his face. You laugh and continue to walk around the room, looking at the pieces.

“Well, I’m a hopeless romantic,” you look up and meet his gaze. “So I guess I just write about the things I hope would happen to me.” You shrug, your explanation seems simple enough. Bucky is mesmerized by you, how such a beautiful and sweet woman would be single blows his mind. And so sincere too, none of that fake humility he sees in the women he meets who are as beautiful as you, with you, it’s all real and sweet. It’s refreshing.

“How long have you and Steve Been friends?” You ask, wanting to change the topic from yourself.

“Since childhood, he was always getting his ass beat behind the school and I was always there to step in and finish the fight he started.” You laugh and so does Bucky.

“So Steve was a bully?” You ask.

“No!” Bucky laughs. “Just a little punk who wanted to ‘stick up for the little guy’ but he was the little guy, so.” Bucky lightly laughs and you nod. “How about you and Natasha?”

“Since high school. Her family moved here and she was all ‘cool and steely’ that none of the other kids wanted to talk to her,” you laugh at the thought. “I made it my mission to become friends with her. By senior year we were going to go to the same college and we’re going to room together.”

“She seems like a pretty great friend.” Bucky comments, “And Steve adores her but I’m sure she already knows that cause Steve wears his heart on his sleeve.” Bucky teases and you laugh. For a moment it’s quiet, Bucky just watches you and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach and a heat settle even lower. This man is so sweet and kind, not to mention incredibly hot. He is absolutely making you regret not wearing your sexy underwear tonight. You see some clay and the wheel sitting in the middle of the floor. You walk over and run a finger over the clay. Looking up and see Bucky’s eyes raking over your body, you feel invigorated. As sexily as you can, you sit on the stool and toss a look over at him.

“Teach me, please?” You demand and then ask. You see the moment Bucky melts and is all in. He smirks and walks over, pulling up a chair behind you and straddling your body. He places his hands on your and shows you where to plant your feet. He leans forward and whispers against your ear.

“This is a little too ‘Ghost’ for me.” He teases and you giggle as you turn and look at him. His eyes drop to your lips and then back to your eyes. Clay forgotten, you spin in his arms and crash your lips to his. His hands roam over your back, pulling you closer. You moan against his lips, desperate for more, but he pulls away. Breathless and blushing he asks. “I hope this isn’t too forward, would you like to stay the night?” You smirk and move back, away from his arms to grab your bag. Reaching your hand out for him to take again.

“Lead the way.” You coo. Bucky has you in his arms and pressed against his chest so quickly. His lips capture yours again and you giggle against them. Bucky lifts you into his arms and expertly makes his way into the house, never leaving your lips longer than a Quick Look at the doors to make sure they are locked.

Stumbling down the hallway, backs pressed against the walls as you both fight for dominance. Giggles and moans filling the air as you grope each others bodies, seeking flesh rather than clothing. When your back finally presses against Bucky’s door, he pulls back and takes your face in his hands. “This isn’t too fast, is it? You feel this too, right? This connection- this pull.” You bite your lip and nod as you place your hands firmly against his chest, the muscles beneath your fingers, firm and hard, drool worthy.

“Yeah, I feel it too.” You admit before kissing him again and moaning against his mouth. Bucky opens the door and kicks it closed with his boot. He walks you backwards to the bed and in utter abandon you allow yourself to fall, fall back, fall in, fall deep. Pulling back slightly, Bucky caresses your cheek and meets your gaze, your heartbeat quickens as he gently smiles and an exciting peace washes over you. You’ve never felt this safe, this fast. Slowing the pace, Bucky takes his time with you. Kissing down your neck and nipping lightly at your collarbone before his fingers dance at the hem of your shirt. Your hands slips under his shirt and your fingers draw line over his back as he moves above you. First to go his his shirt, tossed behind him and across the room. He sees your eyes trailing down his body and he gives you a moment to take it in. His chest is sculpted yet still soft under your touch, the tasteful amount of chest hair along his pec and sternum tickle your fingers as you memorize his body with your finger tips, and the trail of dark brown hair leading down from his bellybutton and disappearing below his waistband sends your mind into over drive. You lean up and kiss along his chest as he moans at the feeling of your tongue grazing along his nipples. He grabs the hem of your shirt and lifts it up and over your head, tossing it with his. Leaning down and kissing the tops of your breast, he is in heaven. The straps slip down and before you know it you are uncoupling the back and tossing it off, needing as little clothing between the two of you as possible. Bucky reaches for his pants and has them shoved down and off as you remove yours. Standing above you in only black boxer briefs you see the outline of his cock, hard and aching against his boxers. Your mouth waters and yet you are slightly afraid because you can tell he is big. Bigger than any man you’ve been with. Bucky settles on the bed between your legs and slips his hands in the waistband of your panties, waiting for permission, you nod and he has them down you leg and scattered with the rest of the clothes. You sit up and kneel in front of where he kneels on the bed, pulling you closer by the small of your back, Bucky kisses you. You wrap your hands around his waist and slip one hand down his boxers, squeezing his ass before waiting for permission to pull them down. He nods, not wanting to release your lips. When nothing is left between your bodies you lay back in Bucky’s arms and he settles between your legs. Rolling his hips against yours and giving you both friction where you desperately need it. Your moan echos off the walls and he smiles, knowing he is the cause. Bucky kisses down your body and ends up laying between you legs as he licks and sucks on your clit, gently teasing your pussy with a fingertip before pushing all the way in and devoting himself to making you cum on his face. You hands play with his hair as his other hand palms your breast. It’s so fast and so good, you can’t help but moan his name as you cum, squirting on his tongue. “Bucky!! Oh-fffffuuuuc- yes!!” He smirks up at you which makes you cum again. He moans and hums against you as he brings you down. He kisses up your body and settles between you legs.

“I can grab a condom if you want.” Bucky says as he is already reaching into his bedside table to grab one.

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean, I haven’t been with anyone in about a year.” You explain. Bucky nods and takes a shuddering breath before he kisses you again.

“I’m clean too, and it’s been even longer for me.” He gives a weak little smile and you caress the side of his face before you gently kiss his lips.

“Never would have guessed with what that mouth just did to me.” You tease, trying to lighten the mood while letting him know he’s still got it. Bucky laughs and kisses you again as he lines himself up with you. Slowly pushing in and watching your face for pain as he bottoms out. “Mmhm ffffuc- yyyeeesss!” you moan at the stretch. Bucky kisses you again and slowly starts to move his hips, in and out, making sure to hit that spot inside of you over and over again. At first he is laying on top of you, your bodies moving together and against each other, it was sweet and sensual. Then Bucky sits up a little and you take that moment to flip him over, pinning him to the bed with a giant smile on his face. You ride him as you brace your hands against his pecs. His moans growing louder and louder as you get him close to the edge. You sit up and play with your breast and you snap your hips back and forth, ready to bring him over. But apparently that wasn’t what he wanted, because suddenly you are on your back and your legs are over his shoulders as he drills into you while one hand plays with your clit. You gasp and moan as you writhe beneath him. “Oh! BUCKY?!?! Yesyesyes!!!”

“That’s it, Bunny. Come on, I’m not cumming till you have cum on my cock. Come on, baby girl.” That did it, his dirty talk and care. You melted beneath him as you cum, squirting again and feeling better than you’ve felt tin years. “That’s it Good girl,” Bucky coos as he chases his high. Pleasure washes over his face as he buries himself inside you, cumming hard and deep. “Mmhmm squeezing my cock so well,” he is in utter bliss and he lets your legs go and just lays down next to you, his softening cock still inside. He kisses your forehead and hums. “Good girl.” You beam up at him, the praise doing something new to you that it’s never done before. He kisses you before he pulls the covers up and over you body, still entangled and coming down from heaven.

“Mmhmm that was definitely the makings of a meet cute.” You admit and Bucky laughs as he kisses you again.

“Come on, let’s go ‘meet cute’ in the shower, huh?!” He pulls you up and into his arms you nod and he carry’s you away.

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You stand at the door to you car, the sun rising beautifully and creating a glow around you two. “I wish you could stay longer but I understand why you have to go.” Bucky says as he kisses you again.

“My book won’t write itself and if I stay here I will end up participating in smut and not writing it, which is the chapter I am currently working on so.” You explain as Bucky lightly laughs before he smirks and kisses you.

“Well, feel free to use last night in bed as inspiration. Or the shower last night, or the midnight hand play we had, or ever the slow morning sex we just finished.” He beams as he retells the all the adventures you got up to last night. You blush and burry your head in his chest as he hugs you and laughs.

“I will call you tonight and see about dinner, okay?” He nods and you kiss him again. As you are about to get in your car, Steve’s car pulls in. He honks loudly and gets out cheering and clapping. Completely embarrassing Bucky and you, but you know it’s in good fun.

“Were you two safe?” He asks, adding more fuel to the embarrassment fire.

“Nope, not at all!” Bucky shoots back and you decide to tease too.

“Yeah, totally pregnant over here. It worked that fast! Get ready to move into the garage, Stevie, the baby is gonna need your room.” Bucky laughs and pulls you closer. He kisses you again and then sends you on your way. Bucky turns to Steve and you see them “fighting” as you drive away.

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When you get home Natasha is dead to the world and you decide to leave her that way. You see a notification on your phone, it’s Bucky’s TikTok. Opening the app to see a new video.

“Hey guys! Sorry about no live last night.” He blushes, “I uh I met a really amazing Women and my night ended up going a little too well. And it may continue that way, so there may be a change in the live schedule as well as the posting schedule. She’s a writer and our ‘meet cute’ inspired quite a lot in her and I need to be available for any further inspiration.” He winks and then laughs. “But seriously, I’m still around, just maybe not every night anymore. Love you all!” And with that the video ends. You smirk and quickly send Bucky a text.

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Hey James, your new Women friend needs some inspiration 😏😉

Within seconds your phone is ringing, as you answer his voice is soothing and so low it’s almost like a purr. “Well, what did you have in mind, Bunny?”

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Best Gift

summary: Logan gifts you arguably the best gift you’ve ever received.

pairing: logan sargeant x fem! reader

warnings: weirdos, alcohol, fluff [lowkey slow burn and takes a moment to build up to the main plot]

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You couldn’t come up with another reason to kill Oscar, you had already thought of them all.

Just a few days ago you had accidentally let it out that you had a crush on Logan, now it wouldn’t have been a big deal if you guys weren’t all childhood friends.

Meeting in karting but, you split away from karting, not having the money for it. You still supported Oscar and Logan through it all of course.

So now you’re squished between Oscar and Logan watching a random movie Oscar picked. It was your annual movie night at Logan’s flat, it became a tradition years ago when you three were teenagers.

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes as you notice that Oscar had fallen asleep. “I’m pretty sure Oscar is asleep..” You mumble out to Logan.

Logan looks over at Oscar, snickering and smirking at the sigh of Oscar passed out. “Oh yeah he definitely is..” He chuckles out,

You smile at Logan’s smirk and laugh, finding the crinkles near his eyes adorable- and his smile, his smile, if anything made you have heart eyes- that was definitely it.

And obviously his dimples, those were adorable.

You shake your head a bit, focusing back onto the movie. The movie continues to play, as you start the feel Logan inching his elbows a little bit closer to you, accidentally, or maybe purposely, brushing up against you.

You didn’t pay much attention to that, he probably just needed to shift around on the couch, there wasn’t much space anyway. You’re only snapped back to reality when Oscar lets out a groan and shifts, then finally slowly wakes up.

You see him blink a few times, “What happened- what time is it?” He asks out, rubbing a hand over his face as he stretches.

“11:30, you fell asleep for half the movie man, what the hell?” Logan teases out to Oscar, leaning back in his seat as he sits comfortable. Oscar just lets out a laugh, stretching his back and neck out.

“Shut up mate, I was exhausted.” He chuckles, rubbing his eyes a little bit. “I had to stay up a bit later last night- Lily was studying and I wanted to wait up for her..”

“Aw well that’s sweet..” You say with a smile, leaning back into the couch. Oscar smiles softly and nods, “She had a test today, and I wanted to make her breakfast for the morning..”

You let out a soft sigh, “You guys are so cute together…like you two are polar opposites- yet compliment each other completely..” You ramble out, crossing your arms over your chest.

Oscar chuckles softly, “That is true, we are kind of complete opposites but, I really do love her.” He smiles softly as he spoke of Lily.

You smile at his words, “You both are lucky to have each other- I can’t even go on a date without the guy thinking it’ll end up in a meaningless hookup..” You grumble out, sinking back into the couch.

“Just gotta find the right guy, one willing to take everything slow, like.. you know, get to know each other.” Oscar chuckles out, glancing at Logan for a moment. “I’m sure the right guy will show up soon..” He adds on, bumping his shoulder into yours.

“Yeah..hopefully..” You say with a grimace, mind wondering back to Logan, who was next to you, having no clue on the feelings you’ve hidden from him.

———

“Okay- no mate that won’t work..” Logan groans out, shoulders slumping as he buries his head into his hands.

“You don’t know that! Maybe she’ll love it..” Oscar murmurs out, letting out a defeated sigh.

Oscar glances at Logan once more, trying to figure out a way to get him to admit his feelings to you. But there was no hope- he was too scared to say anything since he “knew you didn’t like him in that way”.

Oscar had to physically hold himself back from rolling his eyes at that statement. “Listen- if you don’t say anything to her it’ll be too late and she’ll be dating some douche again..” Oscar sighs out, fully aware that you definitely wouldn’t move on from Logan, you’ve been hung up on him for years.

“She wouldn’t like me.” Logan mumbles out, groaning out as he buries his head deeper into his hands, he hated feeling this way. He had been wanting to confess to Y/n for years, but he feared rejection.

Rejection from you, his childhood friend. He wanted to stay in your life and he didn’t wanna risk ruining that by confessing and being turned down. “And I’m the joke of F1, what girl would be attracted to that?”

“Mate- you’re joking right?” Oscar says, raising his eyebrows at what Logan said. “There’s like- a list of girls who’d die to go out with you”

Logan lets out another groan as Oscar’s words hit his ears, “Well none of them are Y/n!” Logan says, frustration written on his face.

Oscar groans and face palms, then sighs, “Look mate- I’m sure she’ll like you back.. the way she’s always looking at you and just the way she acts around you- it’s almost like she’s been waiting for you to say something.”

Oscar smiles, leaning back back into his seat as he looks over at Logan, looking at him with the eyes of encouragement, “Mate, just say it- worst thing is she says no, and if she does, well she does and we can go back to the way things were.”

“Dude nothing will go back to normal after that- and you know that” Logan says, lifting his head from his hands.

Oscar rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “Well then, so what? Do you want to just be miserable and never admit your feelings- you want to just stay how you are? You have nothing to lose mate.” Oscar replies, his tone being a little bit harsh.

He wanted to just give Logan a little bit of a kick into reality and let him know to just say it already, he was tired of waiting.

Logan sighs out and nods, “I know, I just- what if she hates me after that? What if I make her uncomfortable and she never wants to be around me again?” Logan says out, his tone sounding worried, scared.

“Listen to me- show up to her surprise birthday party tonight, give her the gift you got- then pull her aside at a quiet moment then confess to her, it’ll be okay” Oscar says, knowing that was Logan’s best shot.

Logan sighs out and nods, “Alright I’ll do it.” He replies, his voice sounded a bit shaky and fearful, but he was gonna do it.

———

“Listen I’ll call you later about picking a different day-“ You grumble out, irritation filling your body as you fish out your keys from your purse to your apartment.

“I just don’t get it- I know it’s your birthday but if I took you out I could give you a really good present” Josh, the guy you were supposed to go out with, but canceled last minute, says.

“I honestly doubt that and…” You say, opening the door to your apartment but stopping mid sentence as you see your friends, and your apartment completely decorated for your 22nd birthday.

“Surprise! Happy birthday Y/n!” They all shout, smiles and grins on their faces. The one that stood out the most was Logan’s, his smile wide and bright, with a party hat adorned on his head.

“Y/n? Hello?” Josh asks over the phone, you’re snapped out of your daze, “Right uhm- I’ll call you later Josh” You quickly say, hanging up on him.

You stuff your phone into your purse and smile at your friends, “Guys! Thank you all so much, oh my gosh!” You say, hugging your friends who crowded you with open arms and smiles.

Logan smiles as he sees your reaction, the grin on his face had turned into a giant smile. He chuckles as you hug your friends, you notice he doesn’t quite step out from the crowd but stays in the back. He lets you have this moment of happiness and excitement first before stepping forward, still staying pretty far back.

He finally moves forward once your friends had dispersed, moving off into their own conversations, and getting the party started.

He gives you a wide smile, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer into him for a hug, “Happy birthday Y/n..” He whispers into your ear, his voice low yet clear.

You could feel yourself blush at the intimacy of this, the tone of his voice almost made your knees buckle. “Thanks- Thank you Logan, this is really special..” You say with a small cough, just slightly moving away from him.

You smile at him then glance around, noticing Oscar and Lily talking to some people, although it was mostly Lily talking.

Logan smiles as you thank him, looking over at where Oscar and Lily were talking, Oscar’s eyes had been darting between the two of you two, the look of encouragement in his eyes as he watched you and Logan.

“Oh Y/n, who were you on the phone with? Was it M/n?” Logan asks, he always asked how your Mom was doing whenever you called her.

“Oh uh- I was on the phone with some guy I was supposed to go out with..” You say with a sigh, “He was weird so I canceled on him” You add on.

Logan chuckles at the comment about the dude being weird, but then his voice softens up, “You had a date planned for today? On your birthday?” He asks out, sounding annoyed that some other dude was trying to steal the attention today.

“Well I didn’t think anyone would plan anything, I guess I was wrong..” You say with a chuckle, realizing then that it was a stupid idea to have planned a date on your birthday with a random guy.

“Well now no one is going to try and steal your special day away.” Logan says, still not liking the idea of you going out with some other guy. He squeezes you a little bit tighter, his eyes studying everything about you. You looked so beautiful- from your skin to your hair to your eyes. It was too much for him to handle.

His arm comes off of you as he looks around to see Oscar keeping a close eye on you and Logan. “Can we talk real quick? In private?” He asks before one of your friends sneaks up behind you and pulls you away.

“Shit- I’m sorry Logan! We’ll talk later!” You say with a smile, being dragged away by your friend to do some karaoke.

A few hours have passed, most of everyone had left. There’s balloons, decorations and gift bags strewn around your apartment.

Paper plates and red solo cups litter your kitchen and living room as the distant sound of Pit Bull fills your apartment.

You smile at the sight, glad your friends had done this and glad that you canceled that date with Josh.

“How are you feeling birthday girl?” You hear Logan ask from beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him.

Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls you in, the warmth of his body pressing up against you sent a shiver down your spine. “Well- I’m feeling pretty good I think.” You nod, glancing over at him. He looked cute, his cheeks were flushed from alcohol, and there was some confetti still in his hair.

“Oh, I brought you a gift, it’s in your room..” Logan says softly, admiring you for a moment.

“I appreciate it but-“ You start to say before being cut off by him as he laces your fingers together to lead you towards your bedroom.

“First yes I needed to get you a gift, and second Lily and Oscar already started cleaning, so you can’t refuse..” He says with a grin.

You laugh and roll your eyes, “Well I suppose that’s true.” You reply as he leads you over into your room.

“This better not be just alcohol.” You joke with a smile, looking into his eyes. They were so pretty, that blueish- green hue, the way the lights caught them made them look gorgeous.

“That was last year, this is much better I promise..” He says, moving away from you to grab a gift bag from your closet, the bag was your favorite color with a print you loved.

Your face lights up at the sight of it, eyes twinkling. Logan looked at you with a smile, handing the gift to you. “Open it up, birthday girl” He says softly.

You grab the bag from his hands and sit on your head, pulling away the tissue paper you pull out a handmade picture book. You flip through the pages, seeing pictures of you and Logan, or you, Logan and Oscar through the years of knowing each other.

You look up at Logan with a grin, “You made this? This is absolutely beautiful Logan..” You say with a smile.

“Well my mom helped a bit- so did Lily but yeah, I made it..” He says sheepishly, smiling at you.

“You had your mother AND Lily help you?” You question in amusement, looking through the pictures as a big dumb smile covered your face. The pictures ranged from small memories to bigger and more personal ones, ones where you knew you weren’t supposed to have pictures of. Memories that were just for you and Logan.

You flip through the last page, as your heart skips, you look at him with wide eyes. “Logan you didn’t- you didn’t need to go through all of this trouble..”

“Trust me Y/n..I did..” He says with a chuckle, moving to sit next to you. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something Y/n..” He adds on softly, giving you a shy smile.

Your heart skips a beat and your heart rate picks up, you look in his eyes and smile back, this moment felt so perfect. “What is it?” Your voice comes out hushed and soft, you couldn’t even begin to guess what he was going to say, although you hoped he was going to say what you’ve wished for years.

“I like you Y/n- I’ve liked you since we met in karting, I’m sure I more than like you now but..” He says with a chuckle, dimples showing as he smiles at you.

Your mouth opens so you can speak in response to what he just said, but all that comes out is air. He just confessed to liking you, the guy you liked, loved even, had just confessed to you first. You finally find your words and reply, “Really? I like you too..” You blush out and look down, your mind racing a million miles a minute.

Logan lets out a relieved laugh, smiling he looks right into your eyes- those pretty eyes of yours that he’s been in love with for years now. He slides his hand to the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair as he admires your eyes. “Can I kiss you..?” He softly whispers out.

You nod your head, your body completely still as you stare back at him. Your mind has a single thought, kiss him, kiss him now and your body follows suit. You lean in, pulling him towards you with your hand in his hair, letting his body press up against yours as your lips meet. It’s a sweet and perfect kiss, and one that’s been long awaited by both people.

Everything felt right now- just you and Logan. It was arguably the best gift you had gotten.

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caeunot · 4 months

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johnnie guilbert x reader

johnnie writing zombie about you

idea by @beansnsoup !

➷ you and johnnie have known each other for almost two years now, you two hang out at least once a week, normally to do a video since everytime you two collab the video gets at least 100k more views.. but also because you guys get along so well. everytime your together you both laugh so hard there are tears and unlike jake you keep your space clean so videos don't need a whole cleaning crew to sort out the mess afterwards. either way you two have become pretty close, and when johnnie told you he was working on a new song you were so excited. you love all his music and you always try to watch every cover post he does on tiktok.

you showed up to jake and johnnies place to sleep over since you live an hour away and you are free both today and tomorrow so you might as well stay longer. you normally sleep in johnnies bed and johnnie sleeps on the couch since they don't have a spare room, you are fine sleeping on couch but johnnie insists everytime that you get his room.

the moment you came in the house something felt a little off, like as if there was an unusual energy in the air or that there's a secret between them that your not let into. you don't let it get to you since you were about to go on jake's live.

"jake no offence but why do you always make me eat the most unhealthy shit ever", you say as the live was ending. " okay y/n that's just mean, this is my diet your talking about ", " next time I'm on your live and you like faint from too much sugar ill refuse to drive you to the hospital, I'll just leave you there and take your room so johnnie doesn't have to sleep on the couch when I stay over" jake rolls his eyes. "so basically what your saying is that you want me dead so you could be roommates with johnnie instead.. I see how it is..." you shove him slightly and he screams dramatically and grabs his arm in fake pain. you laugh and the both of you say goodbye to chat.

"that was great, I think that was our best yet!" jake says cleaning up the mess he made. "I think so too! I wish johnnie could have joined though". you noticed how jake immediately got a massive smile on his face, " hey what's that smile for" you say giggling. "oh nothing" jake says winking before starting to drive you both back to the house.

a few minutes after coming back johnnie comes up to you, wanting to show you something. he leads you to his room and sits down on his bed. he starts petting the spot next to him, letting you know you can sit. as you sat he leaned behind and pulled out his guitar. "oh yay are you going to show me your new song!" you say doing a small clap. "yup! it's the one I've been talking about the past few weeks!" he says, you notice his voice is a little shakey but you figure it's normal when singing to a person alone. he cleared his throat and began singing.

Blood red sheets are my favorite

I could be your greatest weakness

'Cause she's got me so damn nervous

I'm a zombie, baby, what's my purpose?

you were enjoying the song so much you were barely taking note of the lyrics, at the end you gave him a massive hug. "johnnie that was great! I think this is my new favorite song of yours, you better be putting it on Spotify".

he blushed slightly, "I'm glad you like it! but I wana ask like.. what do you think of it". you tilt your head to the side a bit confused, "wait what do you mean?". " it's, uh, never mind don't worry" johnnie says putting his guitar away giving you a weak smile.

the energy was really weird now, the feeling you had before was 10x worse and you had no idea why.

a few hours later you said goodnight to the boys and got into bed, you had sat on your phone for a bit when the events of the day really started to sink in and you hated that there was unresolved issues, so you texted johnnie asking if he's awake. as you sent the text you saw a light flash on the bed. you check and it's johnnies phone

y/n 🧟‍♂️ ♥️:

heyy, i don't want to wake you just incase your asleep but if you aren't can we talk?

you laughed at the fact he put a zombie by your contact name, but as you were about to get out of bed to give him his phone it struck you. johnnies song is literally called zombie, maybe that has something to do with the emoji by your contact name. you immediately tried to recall the lyrics of his song,

I want your heart

I want your brain and that body

'Cause you got me going too insane

You can't control mе

I want your heart

I want your brain and that body

'Cause you got me acting likе a fucking zombie

y/n you absolute dumbass, johnnie wasn't just playing a song for you! he was singing his feelings. it all makes sense now, you know for a fact that johnnie gets really anxious when talking about his feelings and if he ever did want to ask you out he probably would be to shy to say it outright, jake probably knew and that's why the energy was so awkward today!

you immediately jump out of bed and go to the living room, you see johnnie typing something on his laptop but when he notices you he smiles closing his it, "you okay? it's pretty late" he asks as you sit down next to him. "johnnie can I ask you something?" you say biting your lip. "sure what's up".

"who was the person you wrote zombie about?" you said, ripping off the bandaid. at first he opened his mouth but then shut it again looking away, even in the dark you are noticing how he is getting flushed. "johnnie?", he didn't answer and instead put his arms under yours and held you for a soft hug, " it's you y/n, I wrote it about you" the hug lingered for awhile just like the silence in the air.

"johnnie I feel the same" you say after the hug finishes. "wait, really?", you take his hands in your own, "yes, really". he says nothing but then leans in for a soft kiss that you reciprocate, his hands gently fall onto your waist, as your kiss started turning more intense johnnie pulls away taking you off guard, "wait, before we carry on its my turn to ask a question" you make a confused face. "can I call you my girlfriend?" you let out a little laugh, "yes, yes yes yes!!" you say as you leaned in again, and this time you can feel his smile through each and every kiss.

❣

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flametrashiraarchive · 10 months

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Possessive Giyuu who can't stand the fact Tengen keeps flirting with you, his favourite kakushi / nurse.

Possessive Giyuu who is a lil bit yandere and a lil bit delusional and fuck you hard, to remind you who you belong to.

Possessive Giyuu who makes sure you can't walk the next day and your whole body is full of hickeys.

You're his, and you would do damn well to remember it.

- Beer anon 🍻

I think about a quarter of my asks are for Giyuu lol. Yandere is not my thing so it may be a bit more toned down than you wanted but I hope it's still okay.

Enjoy!!

Mine- Giyuu x fem!reader

Giyuu couldn't stand it.

The way you laughed at Tengen's childish humor as he sat in the infirmary bed made the water hashira's mood even more sour than usual. He and the sound hashira had both been injured on their latest mission– which he had initially thought of as something of a blessing because it meant he got to see you again. But he was hating every second of it.

"I'm just saying," Tengen smirked as you handed him his medication. "These bitter pills go down easier with a little bit of sweetness, and you're about as sweet as they come. I'll be back to my full strength in no time"

You laughed adorably and shook your head. "You're too kind, Lord Tengen."

Giyuu's hands gripped the bedsheets.

He couldn't even blame Tengen. He wasn't even sure that the sound hashira was actually trying to make a move on you. The man was happily married to three women he adored. Tengen was just a naturally charismatic and flirtatious guy, and you… well, he couldn't blame you for blushing. It's not like you were doing it on purpose.

And it wasn't as though Giyuu could legitimately claim you as his either. You'd kissed a few times and he'd used his fingers to make you cum once in the medical supplies closet, but that had all been over the space of a year and neither of you had ever discussed making it an official thing.

Still though…

His eyes were as still and serene as the deepest lagoon, but inside he was raging. It shouldn't matter, but it did. It mattered a great deal. You were one of the only good parts of his life, one of the only people he didn't feel like he had to be so closed off from. And tucked away safely in the infirmary instead of out there with the demons, you were safe enough for him to trust that you weren't about to die on him.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

"Tomioka-sama. Your medication…"

Tomioka… sama? So damn formal. So detached. He took the medication from your hand and swallowed it without a word, turning away from you.

Did you have to have such pretty damn eyes?

Later that afternoon, the sound hashira was napping, but Giyuu simply couldn't. Your footsteps padded softly through the infirmary, making his heart beat faster when it sounded as though you were coming close, only to fill him with disappointment when they faded.

No, he couldn’t stand this a minute longer.

He was injured but not so badly that he couldn’t walk. With a pained grunt he got out of bed and began his search for you. It only took him a couple of minutes.

“Giyuu,” you hissed, a look of surprise and annoyance on your face. “What are you doing out of bed?”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the storage closet, kicking the door shut behind him as he pinned your arms to the wall above your head and pressed a heated, claiming kiss to your lips.

The way your eyebrows shot up and then slowly relaxed as he kissed you, the way you were immediately silenced by his lips and your body went from startled stiffness to relaxed compliance. Oh yes…this is what he needed.

This was much better.

He pressed his body against yours, loving the way you moaned against his lips. His heart fluttered as you kissed him back; so soft and deep, your tongue caressing his as you sighed longingly. Releasing his grip on your wrists, his hands followed the curves of your body, clumsy in their desperation to feel every perfect inch of you.

Finally he pulled back and gazed into your eyes.“Do you want me to make you cum?”

You nodded and he could see the desperation in your face. “Yes.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” His kisses trailed down to your neck, his mouth hot and wet against your skin.

He worked open the buttons on your uniform as he began to suck your neck, harder and harder, intent on leaving a mark. He wanted every damn person who saw you know that you were his.

You moaned as he pinned your hips with his, his body heavy and warm against yours. “Giyuu…”

A low hum of approval emerged from him as his rough, battle-worn hands caressed your skin. "So soft. I could do this every day and never get tired of it." He kissed you fiercely, as his hands moved downward, slipping under your skirt.

His fingers circled your clit, and the corner of his mouth tilted into a smirk. You were so wet already, you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you, and knowing this made his dick painfully hard. Every little moan you made, every gasp or sigh of pleasure made him ache.

The way you gasped his name made him feral. He pulled his pants down to the tops of his thighs and took your hand, bringing it to his cock. The sight of your hand wrapped around it made his balls tighten.

"Stroke it for me," he whispered, tugging your earlobe with his teeth as he continued stroking your clit.

The moment you started to pump his cock in your soft hands, a shiver ran through his body. He was so damn needy for you, groaning as he rutted against your palm, baring his teeth as you swiped your thumb over his tip and coated it in his precum.

“You’re getting me so hard.” He couldn't stand it a moment longer. "I need to fuck you," he growled through gritted teeth.

"Mm…Yes."

"Yeah? You want me to fuck this pretty pussy and make you mine?"

"Gods, yes, Giyuu…" Your breath was hot and hard against his lips as he hoisted you into his arms and set your ass down on a table stacked with supplies.

He pressed his cock to your entrance, sliding it up through your folds and coating it in your wetness. “I want you to watch. I want you to see me take you.”

You did as he asked, your breaths coming in shallow pants as he pushed into you. The sight of his cock disappearing inside you made you both choke out wanton groans.

“So wet for me,” he grunted as he began to thrust into you. He pressed his teeth to his lower lip as his brow furrowed. He fucked you hard and fast, making damn sure you felt every inch of him pounding into you. You weren't about to forget him. You were going to remember this fuck for the rest of your life.

The table squeaked with every thrust, supplies falling off and rolling across the floor. He'd deal with that later. All that mattered now was that you were his.

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the supply closet. The sound of your wet pussy taking him was so beautifully vulgar it made his back arch.

You put your head back. "Oh Gods..."

"Yeah, I'm fucking you good, huh?"

"S-so good."

“Tell me you're mine. Tell me this pussy is mine.”

“Giyuu, please… I’m so close.”

He stopped thrusting, keeping his cock buried deep inside you as your muscles clenched around him. “No, that’s not what I said. Tell me you’re mine… say I'm yours. Those words, or you don’t get to cum.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, out of your mind with desire. “I’m yours.”

“Good… now, the next time someone is flirting with you, I want you to tell them that, okay? I want you to tell them you belong to me.”

You nodded, desperation cracking your voice. "Yes."

He leaned down, cupping your face in his hands as he kissed you. "Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Who fucks your pussy better than anyone else ever could?"

"You do, Giyuu."

He smirked, thrusting hard into you and pulling a cry from your lips. His fingers gripped your hips, pulling you onto him with all his hashira strength. "Good. Fucking. Girl."

Your muscles pulsed around his cock as you came apart, your hands grasping at him as he kept on fucking you throughout your orgasm. He wasn't much further behind you, pulling out and shooting hot ropes of cum all over your thighs and your belly, staggering as he rode the waves of his release.

As he came back down to earth he pulled you upright, his lips crashing against yours as he gripped the back of your neck. "I'm gonna remind you who you belong to tomorrow," he whispered. "And then every day after, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered, leaning your forehead against his. "I might have forgotten by this afternoon though. You might have to drill it into me."

Giyuu laughed, cupping your face in his hands. "Deal."

Yes... this was much better.

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breeloveschris · 3 months

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If Only You Knew pt 3

Pt 2 Pt 4

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summery: Y/n has the biggest crush on Matthew Sturniolo but Matt doesn’t know she exists until Y/n’s video goes viral and everyone tags him in it

Warnings: cussing

Y/n’s pov:

We all met up at some pizza restaurant Nia recognized from one of their videos. The car ride here was quiet besides the one or two times Nia was telling me how I needed to talk more and how I needed to be myself blah blah blah. Matt just makes me nervous, is that a crime? I don’t even know why he makes me nervous, he’s just a guy. Possibly the hottest guy I’ve ever seen but regardless he’s just a guy. There’s also no way in hell I’m eating more then a slice in front of that man, maybe one slice but then again.. maybe not.

“Have y’all ever been here” Nick said opening the door. “Not once, we’ve been here in LA for almost a year and never even heard of it” Nia said as we walked to a table. Nick and Nia sit down beside each other leaving me, Matt, and Chris the other booth. Nia did this on purpose, I can almost guarantee. Matt sat down regardless and Chris offered me to go next. “Cant I sit with Nia and nick.” I said crossing my arms. Chris rolls his eyes “just sit down Y/n/n, I don’t feel like being cramped in” Nia said shaking her head. There was plenty of room in their seat. Probably more.

“Whatever” I said as I slid down next to Matt accidentally bumping his knee. I let out a small mumbled “sorry”. Chris sat down with a “finally” escaping his mouth. I looked at him offended while he just shook his head laughing. “I’m just saying it took you a long time to sit next to the guy you made a whole TikTok about” Chris said smirking. I groan loudly hiding myself in my hands. Everyone at the table laughed at my reaction. I remove my hands and point at him. “You know what! I’m not taking this level of disrespect. It had nothing to do with him. I just wanted to sit beside Nick.” I said finishing with my arms crossed. Chris cocks his head back with wide eyes.

“That’s the most I’ve heard you speak around Matt” Nick said smirking. I sighed and shook my head “are we just gonna be attacking me this whole time?” I said with an eye roll. “Okay guys cool it, it was funny but cool it” Matt said with a laugh. I just rolled my eyes quickly putting a smile on my face as the waiter came up. “Hey guys, what can I get y’all to drink” she asked looking at her notepad slowly looking up at us. “Holy shit. I’m huge fan of all of y’all” she said with a big smile. We all smiled. “We’re glad you like our videos!” Nick said with a smile. “Are y’all collabing?” She asked looking between me and Matt. “That’s a secret I’ll never tell” I said with a smile

She laughed and shook her head. “What can I get y’all too drink?” She said getting back to the question. Everyone ordered their own drinks of choice along with the pizza. And she walked away with a big smile. “God I love meeting my hoes and bros” I said with a big smile. Everyone looks at me weirdly besides Nia. “Did you just call that girl your hoe??” Matt asked flabbergasted. I sighed and turned to him “yes, obviously you haven’t see our videos” I said shaking my head. “Well my apologies princess I didn’t know I had too” Matt said with his hand on his heart. Everyone around us was talking but seemed to stop when they heard us having our own conversation.

“You do, it’s the least you could do for us giving your fans something to watch when y’all don’t post” i said shrugging. “Well technically I did do something very big for you” he said with a smirk. “Wipe that smirk off your face” i said with an eye roll. “I’ll wipe my smirk off when you stop rolling your eyes” he said with a growing smirk. He’s so pretty. “Guys stop and look at me, I gotta get a picture” Nick said looking at me and Matt. “Why?” Matt said with a groan.

“Because I feel like a proud dad, Y/n is talking to you” nick said with a smile. I groan throwing my head back as Matt smirks. “Here’s your drinks, I’m so sorry for the wait. The pizza should be out in 10” she said placing our drinks down. “Thank you and no need to apologize” I said looking at her with a smile. I wasn’t the only one smiling. As she walked away I could feel someone looking at me on my left. I look over and see Matt looking at me with a smile. “What” I said laughing. “Nothing” he said while grinning and looking away to sip on his drink.

“Chris!” I said making him jump. “Jesus women, what?” He said shaking his head. “That is no way to speak to a lady Christopher” I said shaking my head. “Yeah well you scared the shit out of me” he said with an eye roll. “I just need you to get up so I can go get something from the car” I said with a pout. “Put your bottom lip back and maybe I will, what do you need to get anyways” he said confused. I could hear Matt, Nick, and Nia talking about how good the pizza is about to be.

“I need to grab my coat, I’m cold.” I said rolling my eyes. “Take Matt’s” he said shrugging. “Chris!” I said groaning. “Will you please move” I just asked with a smile. “Aye Matt, can you move so she can go grab her jacket” Chris asked ignoring me. Matt looked at Chris with a smirk. “Nah I’m good, I’m pretty comfortable. You can take my jacket tho” Matt said gesturing to his jacket. “What the fuck is going on” Nia asked while Nick nodded his head agreeing.

“I just want to go get my jacket from the car but jackass number 1 and 2 won’t move.” I said putting my hands in between my thighs trying to get any warmth I can get. I never could understood how it could be so cold in LA. Matt shakes his head laughing. “I just think you could wear mine” he said with a smirk. “Nick please tell your brother to move” I said pouting. “What did I say about that bottom lip” Nia said shaking her head. “I said the same thing” Chris said a bit to loud causing heads to look over at us.

I looked at Matt with doe eyes, he seemed to soften up. But. He shakes his head with a smile. I groan and throw my head back. “If you don’t move I’m climbing under the table” I said looking over at Matt seeing him taking off his jacket. It was just a zip up but I didn’t want a fan to see and assume something. I sigh “what if a fan sees and takes a picture and post it saying we’re dating” I said looking up at him due to our height difference even tho we were sitting down. While standing im right at their shoulders. “Just take my jacket Y/n, do you know how many times that’s happened with Madi? It’s fine.” He said holding out his jacket.

I sighed and grabbed his jacket. I put it on getting a huge hit in the face of his cologne. I smile to nobody but myself and let out a soft “thanks” and he just smiled and nodded right as the pizza came out. “Thank you” Nick said to the girl right before she walked away. Everyone was grabbing some pizza, everyone but me. It’s not like I was purposely not eating, I just don’t wanna eat in front of Matt because what if something gets stuck in my tooth.

“Y/n” Nia said while kicking my leg under the table. “Ouch, what the fuck was that for” I said reaching down to rub my leg. “You need to eat” Nia said shaking her head. “Yea girl, there’s enough for everyone” Nick said with a smile. “Okay” I said in a small voice while grabbing a piece. While we ate Chris and Nia were talking and so was Matt and Nick. It didn’t bother me, I don’t really like talking while eating. “Why the fuck are you dancing” Matt said looking at me. “Why the fuck arnt you dancing, this pizza is gas” I said continuing to dance. Matt shakes his head laughing.

“Y/n’s coming out and I’m so here for it” Nia said with a smile. “It usually takes forever for her to even say hey to a hot guy” she continued. Matt gasped and looked at Nia. “You think I’m hot?” He said putting his hand on his chest. “That’s so sweet, but I’m spoken for” he said while he put his arm around my shoulders. What the fuck. Chris knocked his arm off of me and laughed “dude be careful, we don’t need them getting hate” he said continuously laughing which made the whole table laugh. I know that shouldn’t have made my stomach flip but it did a full 360.

“No but seriously, you look like Chris so.. yes you’re hot” Nia said with a smirk. Matt and Nick smiled while Chris smirked. “See I was trying to figure out which one of us you were attracted to, I guess I should’ve known, I’m the hottest triplet” Chris said shrugging. I shook my head. “What? You don’t think so?” Chris said with a raised eye brow while looking at me. “I mean you’re attractive yes, but Nick is the hottest” I said with a shrug. “Plus she’s a Matt girl remember” Matt said with a smirk. I whipped my head over to him making his eyes widen. “Shut your mouth pretty boy” I said with a raised eye brow. “Aw baby, you don’t tell me what to do” Matt said shaking his head with a smirk.

“No!no!” Nick said with wide eyes making us all look over to him. “I don’t know what’s going on with you two but absolutely not” Nick said shaking his head. “Keep it in your pants, Matt” Chris said with a smirk. Me and Matt’s face turns bright red. “It wasn’t even like that Chris” Matt said while rubbing his eyes. “Matt shut up, you’ve been yapping about how-” Chris started but got interrupted by Matt saying a bit louder “no you shut up before you spill shit you shouldn’t” Matt shook his head. What was he gonna say? Yapping about what? Why the hell am I being left in the dark.

The sweet waiter came over with the bill and this time we got a picture with her. While she walked away I played with my sleeves remembering whose jacket I had on. Fuck. I still had Matt’s jacket on in the picture. I’m about to get eaten alive. “Oh! Here’s my card!” I said reaching in my bag when Matt puts his hand on top of mine making me stop. “What?” I said confused, “I’m paying for it” Matt said shaking his head and signing the bill. “What why? I could’ve paid.” I said sighing. “It’s our treat, we asked y’all to come along.” Matt said while he put the bill at the end of the table along with his card.

“Well what’s your venmo so I can send you some money” Nia said while I nodded my head agreeing. “That’s a secret I’ll never tell” Matt said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. “Please Matt” I said with a sigh while looking at him. “Nah I’m good, it’s okay, just say thanks that’s all I want” Matt said shaking his head. “Thank you” I said in a soft mumble. He looks down at me with a soft smile. “Stop eye fucking eachother damn” Nia spoke out causeing me and Matt to whip our heads towards her.

Matt just laughs while my face turns bright red. We got up getting ready to leave. As we walked out of the restaurant Nia spoke up “well this was fun, but we will get out of your hair and let y’all go on with y’all’s day” she said with a smile getting ready to hug Nick. “Woah, who said it needs to end right now, we don’t have anything planned all day” Chris said holding his hand up. Nia looked at him like he had horns sticking out of his shoulders. “We just don’t wanna be a bother” I said with a smile. “You’re not a bother Y/n” Matt spoke from beside me. “Plus we want to hangout, the only thing I have planned is a phone meeting, but I can just leave the room” Nick said with a shrug.

“So?” Chris said waiting for our answer only looking at Nia making me smirk. “Fuck it” Nia said shrugging then pointing at me. “And you?” She said while Matt turned his head looking at me. “I’m down” I said smiling. “Where to tho?” Nia asked looking at the triplets. “We could go back to our place” Chris said shrugging. “Our house?? We’re already inviting them to our house?” Matt asked with a sigh. Oh. “Yeah? Why not?” Nick asked. “Maybe because we just met them and only kinda got to know them” Matt said like it was obvious. “We don’t have too, we can go to the movies or something” I said quietly not sure if anyone heard me.

“I mean it’s up too them, I just don’t think it’s a good idea” Matt said sighing and shaking his head. “Why? Do you think we’re gonna hurt you? Or leak your address or some shit?” I said crossing my arms. “Uh oh” Nia said quietly to no one in particular. “What? No that’s not what I said, it’s just y’all are fans and we just met you. Y’all are strangers” Matt said shaking his head making my jaw drop. I get that there is safety precautions, but does it really look like we’d do anything and plus we just hung out with them for an hour. “I get that” I said laughing. I looked at Nia and said “I’ll meet you at home” and taking off Matt’s jacket handing it to him.

I started walking away when Matt spoke behind me. “Where are you going?” He said with a groan. I turned around and said “home” while he walked over to me. “How are you getting there, y’all brought Nia’s car.” He asked with crossed arms. “Uber” is all I said before walking past him and over to Nick and Chris hugging them and apologizing for my behavior which Nick said he didn’t blame me for it. I walked past Matt not even batting an eye at him.

Whoops 😅

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 4 months

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pervyroomate!Satoru who can't believe his luck when you answer his online ad for a roomate: "What made you seek out a male roommate, honey? Ain't cha scared the big bad wolf is gonna get ya in your sleep?" You scoff with a heavy eye roll. "Fuck no." He can't stop the smile slowly forming on his pretty face. 'Ya should be.' He thinks, already imagining how'd look naked and squirming beneath him as he made you cry on his cock.

pervyroomate!Satoru that despite his amazing mouth-watering muscles, he mostly watched as you move your belongings into his spacious 2 bd apt: "What the fuck, Gojo? You specifically demanded I not hire movers as you're 'stronger than any of those limp dick fuckers.'" You can't see how he leans against the wall amused, arms crossed and intently staring at the way your small cotton shorts gets lost between your plump brown ass cheeks as you struggle takin boxes to your new bedroom. "Sorry, the views just so damn spectacular. Lookin so fuckin good, baby." Your cheeks warm in embarrasment as you abandon the heavy box, rush into the room and slam the door. Satoru only chuckles, fixin his raging boner as he heads downstairs to get the rest of your stuff.

pervyroomate!Satoru does anything he can in the upcoming weeks to rile you up by any means: "Gojo, put on some goddamn clothes for christ sake. My girls are gone be here soon and none of em wanna see that fuckin shit." You grumble as you sit on the couch and turn on the Netflix app. He laughs heartily, dramatically ploppin down next to you. Its impossible not to notice how his naked chest ripples, how low his black briefs sit on his hips. His hypnotic ocean blue eyes linger on your thick cocoa thighs before meeting your gaze. "Fabrications. Your BFF cornered me in our kitchen just the other day.. Damn near begged me to dick her down. Wanted so bad to tell her I'm savin that for you." He leans in close to your stunned face to whisper his last sentence and gets up, heading to his bedroom. Your left starin at his spot on the couch with wide eyes and wet panties.

pervyroomate!Satoru purposely switched out the dark shower curtain a few months into you moving in with a clear one, finding any reason to disturb your alone time: "Hey y/n, need to brush my teeth real fast." Doesn't bother knocking, quickly stepping in before you have time to cover your wet body. His eyes seem a shade darker as he scans up and down your soapy, naked frame. A small 'fuck' escaping his pretty lips as he stares unashamed. "Gojo, what the hell?!" You screech, arms quickly covering your glistening breasts as you cup your other hand over your pussy. You could literally melt on the spot at the way she clenches at his intense gaze. "Get the fuck out!" The damn pervert looks on for a moment longer, actually having the audacity to palm his cock a few times. "Okay okay, baby, damn. Why you gotta be like that? You showed me yours, don't you want me to show you mine?" He asks with pouty lips as he finally backs out the bathroom, arms raised in surrender. You stop shielding your tits to throw a bar of dove soap at his stark white locks. He only chuckles, quickly shutting the door to avoid impact. "Fuckin creep, Gojo!!"

pervyroomate!Satoru flirts with you relentlessly, crossing every boundary and every line over the next few months: "You gettin the snacks, babe?" Satoru calls from the front room. You roll your eyes at the pet name before you feel a stinging SMACK! to your plump behind. "Ow, Gojo! You fuckin asshole. Quit it!" You swat at the childish nuisance but he dodges your attack easily, leaning against the kitchen counter a few feet away. Fuckin guy has spent the better part of the day smackin your ass while yelling 'Smack Ass Friday!' like a damn teenager. "Awe, come on pretty! Love watchin how your ass bounces when I do it." He coos at you before swerving a bag of doritos you quickly chuck his way. "Boy, I don't give a fuck. You touch it again and you're goin down." It's insulting how lightly he takes your threat; walking right up, grabbin a handful of each ass cheek and smashing your hips together. His half hard dick feels chubby as fuck against you, girth of him makin you gasp and clutch as his shoulders. Your insides clench at the feelin of him pressed against you. "Fuck, I been waitin to go down on you. Name the time and place sweetheart." He tells you sweetly, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, kissing you on the cheek and retreating to the living room. Damn this man must love leaving you speechless, heart and pussy fluttering to his dirty words.

pervyroomate!Satoru notices how much you love how he smells: whether it's his natural scent or cologne. You take his shirts without his permission too often, only wantin the ones he'd previously worn. Loves how he comes home late one night and catches you in one of his stolen white t-shirts. Neckline pulled up to your nose, tittes jiggling wildly underneath as you play with yourself. He stares between the crack of your bedroom door, hand swiftly squeezin at his dick as he watches you mindlessly rub yourself over your underwear. y/e/c eyes shut tight, quietly moaning his name like a fuckin prayer. "Toruuuuu! Fuh-uuuck Satoru, love how you smell. Mmmm, soooo good. Want you so m-much, need you to fuck me Toru!" His mouth hangs wide open as he humps his hand faster atop his light blue jeans, absolutely entranced how you frantically rub at your throbbing lil pearl. "Ahhhh! Oh my god, Toru please!" He's so greatful for a front row seat to witness you cum like a fuckin virgin. Fuck are you one?Can't help his deranged whisper as he commits the scene to memory. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. Fuck.. I know that lil pussy's so gushy for me right now. Can't wait to see it up close, gonna make her cream all over me pretty girl." Head pushed back into your fluffy pink pillow, pretty y/h/c hair splayed out makin you look like a goddess in the throes of passion to him. "Wanna cum on your cock, Satoruuuu!" His shirt rides up on you, showing him how your tummy pudge jiggles as your body convulses into an arch. You bite your lip to muffle the rest of your pleasure. It's okay. The sight is enough for Satoru. He paints the inside of his new jeans immediately, free hand cupped over his mouth as his eyes roll back, his hips repeatedly jerking his clothed spasming cock into the palm of his hand.

pervyroomate!Satoru who asks you the nastiest shit just to see you sexually flustered: You're in bed reading, back against the headboard with Satoru's head in your lap. Your hand carelessly cards through his soft hair, nails lightly scratchin at his scalp. So cute the way he whines at you to continue everytime you accidentally pause as you get to a good part in your book. "Hey baby?" His voice so innocent that you know for a fact the next words outta his mouth are gonna be filthy as fuck. "Yeah?" "How come you only call me Satoru when you're on your back, fingers in that pretty lil pussy?" His tone is laced with the genuine wonder of a child asking a simple question. Your jaw might as well be on the floor. "G-Gojo!" Shocked exclamation half accusatory, half scolding. "What? I really wanna know, y/n. Sound as pretty as you looked in my shirt when you moan it like you did the other night; made me cum so hard listenin." He's lookin up at you upside down but you're absolutely mortified, using your book to hide your face. What do you even say to him right now? "Aww, baby don't be shy. I do it when I think about you too. Cept I usually have a pair of your panties up to my nose." He shares with you happily and unapologetic, pulling the book from your fingers to toss it to the floor. "I wanna hear you say it like that again." Turning on his belly to leer at your clothed pussy through your tiny bottoms. Your breath picks up in anticipation, starin as his fine ass leans foward and gives a slow lick from slit to clit. The urgent, intense sensations has you squealing out his name as you slide both hands into his hair. "Satoruuu!" Slidin your shorts to the side, admiring your moist plump pussy lips. "Fuck baby, say it again. Just like that." He commands you, latching onto your sensitive lil button. All you can do is comply, buckin into his mouth as you wail 'Satoru' over and over to the damn heavens.

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rabbitblackx · 8 months

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Hi! How are you? I hope you're doing well :D

So I have an idea I've thinking about

Since my dream job is to be a psychologist, I thought about how slashers would react to their s/o working as a psychologist / psychotherapist (for Michael, Brahms, Freddy and Jason please)

Thanks in advance

Have a good day / night!

Hope ur doing well too! :) sorry for the wait I’ve been a bit busy and uninspired, but things are starting to look up! Have a great day xoxo

Slashers with a Psychologist!Reader

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger and Brahms Heelshire

Michael Myers💖

Michael hated you at first. Well, it wasn’t much different now. He… now tolerated you…? At best? Anyway, he hated how you overanalysed every little thing he did. It was hard not to, seeing how beyond batshit he was

Like, how dare you try to make Michael feel better?! >:( That was the worst thing you could do to him! You reminded him of Loomis. Although, you were way more attractive… and cute… and sexy

Michael didn’t want to like you, but there was just something about you. He was always gonna be a bad guy, but you somehow bettered him. He was instantly more calm in your presence and even your home. Your furnishings and belongings were purposely placed to give the space a peaceful vibe

If you were lucky, Michael could really fall apart on you. He had his head in your lap, completely motionless. You were worried he was about to die or something, but no… you just made him feel

Jason Voorhees💖

Jason didn’t believe in your therapy. He dismissed and brushed off any words of comfort you gave him. There was nothing you could’ve said that would make him not feel the way he did. He kept you around though… maybe just because he liked the sound of your voice

Sometimes your wise words stuck with Jason when he was by himself. He was kicking himself for it, but maybe you were right? Perhaps your therapy made him feel better?

When Jason was angry, he used to break things. Now, he sat across from you and listened to you talk. You gently praised him for doing so, proud at how far he had come

Jason found himself craving your presence more and more. You made him feel okay. You may have thought he was becoming codependent, but he didn’t care. Your caring words and methods made him latch onto you

Freddy Krueger💖

No, no, no. Don’t try and overanalyse a bunch of bullshit about Freddy. That didn’t work on him. At least that was what he told himself. He acted like your wise words and kindness had no affect on him, but he grumbled about how sweet you were to himself later

Your dreams were Freddy’s favourite. Amazingly, they were no nightmares. It was just the two of you in the comfort of your office. He found the way you sat so straight in your chair, the way you focused hard on jotting down your notes… so cute

Freddy wasn’t too keen on telling you about his problems. He was much more interested in just looking at you. Sexy, smart you… he could’ve just eaten you up

It was pretty obvious, but Freddy tried to get you to hug or hold him often. He was a pretty bad actor, begging you for sympathy. You felt none, but still snuggled him anyway. You told him he was touch starved, and he hated that. Truth hurt

Brahms Heelshire💖

Brahms sat obediently across from you in the living room. He listened to every word you said, shyly nodding along when necessary. He had a long way to go, but you could really of made a difference on him

You wouldn’t give up on Brahms, and he loved you for that. You told him often that you were sticking with him, and that you would never leave. It was music to his ears. It was all he ever wanted

You could make him cry sometimes. Not on purpose, just when talking about touchy subjects. Brahms didn’t mind though, because you always cuddled up and gave him a hug. And as he cried on your shoulder, he realised that you were his whole world

Brahms had serious issues that you knew needed to be dealt with. It was just so hard to have the heart. He was clinging to you, tearfully begging you to stay and take care of him forever. How could you say no? How could you distance yourself? You never had a patient that tore you apart as much as this man

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becomingmina · 7 months

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YOU, YOU SILLY. w/ BANG CHAN.

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: bang chan x female reader genre + warnings: established realtionship, smut mdni!, auralism, unprotected sex, y/n is a little shy, members mentioned wc: 2.7k mina's note: this is my first ever smut, i hope you enjoy <3

other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.

Chan is obsessed with your voice, and he knows he has a voice kink.

He knew it the first time you guys had sex and you were begging him to let you come. He keeps playing back the sounds you made in his head – a range of high and low moans, the whining, all the breathy groans and whimpers. He can still remember the image too, of you all naked, tits bouncing, cheeks blushed a shade of dark pink - falling apart underneath him as he thrusted into you. Your eyes were shut tightly but your pretty little mouth was open letting all your moans fall - not even trying to conceal any bit of it.

He finds it extremely hot how loud you get can when you guys fuck at his dorm. It’s a little ego boost knowing his members can hear what’s happening in his room. He sometimes even gets riled up to the thought of them purposely listening to how you are in bed. Surely his members don’t listen right, or do they? Well, Chan noticed all the time Hyunjin’s face and ears was red when he goes out straight to the living room - after ruining you - to discuss what’s for dinner. He couldn’t forget the time Han was flustered when he jokingly asked if he was listening to you guys fucked from the living room. And that one time Changbin was frozen in his track just staring at Chan was digging through the fridge to find a cold bottle of water to give you after your mouth becomes dry from all the screaming. His members don’t listen to you right? And that’s not another one of his kink, right?

Chan realised how much of an animal he can be when it came to you. You were his sweet little innocent girlfriend who could barely keep up with him. Your mind always in its own little world. You would definitely get super embarrassed and probably conceals all your noises from then on if he ever admitted that he loves how vocal you are.

Which is why he’s keeping quiet in this situation.

The two of you were winding down from your busy Friday – your 9-5 wasn’t too bad and Chan’s day at the dance studio with the boys actually went smoothly. You and Chan loved to lay in bed staring at the ceiling talking about everything and anything. It was then that the topic of kinks came up that you confessed to Chan that you can get off to just kissing him. Of course, he didn’t let it go teasing you with kisses all over your face and skin.

“Okay tell me yours,” you asked as you climb on top of your boyfriend cupping his cheeks with your tiny hands. Your legs tangled with his as you try your best to get as close to him as possible.

He just chuckles snaking one arm to your waist as he rested the other underneath his head.

“Please tell me. I already told you mine,” you whined but instead of answering you, he pulls into a kiss. Your lips stay attached for a while - in hopes that it can redirect your attention to something else, but you pulled back first. Something you would never ever do.

“Oh, I thought you loved kissing me, why did you pull away first?” he teased.

“Chan, please tell me or else I’m going to be sad forever,” You whined.

“Give me another kiss first,” he demanded, and you comply - lips finding his again but this time he locked his hand around your neck forcing you there. You try to pull away to get his answer but the way his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, you had to – you had to grant him entry because you loved the way he kisses you.

As Chan continues to tongue fuck your mouth, his hands found their way under your skirt to give your ass a slap earning a muffled moan from you. His smirk is pressed against your lips as his he rubs over the area in attempt to soothe it. The tingling feeling between your thighs begins to rise and you desperately grind down on him, his growing dick hitting your clothed clit. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan.

This flipped something in Chan and somehow your positions are now swapped - you on your back with your hands pinned above you head.

“Fuck baby, you drive me crazy,” he hiked your skirt up and moved your panties to the side before sliding finger through your already dripping cunt.

“You’re so wet already and just from kissing? You were right, maybe you can cum from just kissing me right, angel?” he teased. His fingers glides through your folds smearing your arousal around before making his way to rub circles on your clit. It had your head spinning – you needed more.

“Mhmm, please Chan, I need you,” you bite down on your bottom lip but not hard enough to try to hide your whimpers.

“What do you want?” Chan asks watching you start squirm and break from his grip under him.

“Need your cock please... inside me,” you answered pushing your hips up onto his hand trying to stimulate your clit even more. He immediately let go of your hands and got off the bed to take off his sweatpants, following by removing his shirt. You also took that time to strip yourself off your own clothes - leaving you all bare. Leaning back on one arm with your legs bend at the knees, your glistening cunt on display for him. Your other hand desperately comes in contact with your boobs, groping and pinching it. You look up at him observing his toned chest before darting your eyes to what you craved the most - his big dick. You noticed the outline of it straining against his tight boxer, begging to be freed. His bottom lip caught between his lips as he watches at the slight of you all horny and already fucked out.

“Can I see it please baby?” You asked politely, never failing announce what you want.

“Because you ask so nicely angel,” He took off his boxer and his dick sprung up slapping against his abdomen. Chan’s big cock never fails to surprise you. No matter how many times you saw, taste or touch it you can’t help but whimper over it. The pretty veins, the grith, the length, the colour. It was so mouth-watering.

Pre cum already coating his tip as you notice a line of it dripping down his shaft. He gripped his base, shutting his eyes trying not to cum there to the sight of you and the noises you were making.

“Chris.” you pleaded, and his eyes opened as he begins to pump himself a couple of times before pushing you on your back again. He hovered over you and placed a kiss to your forehead which resulted in you pulling him closer to you by the back of his neck. Just as you were about to press a kiss onto his lips, he slightly moved his head back causing you to cry.

“Ah why?”.

He didn’t mean to avoid your kiss, he loves it, but he wanted to tease you again just to hear your pretty voice.

Chan brings his hands are back down to your clit slapping it before he danced his fingers to your folds again gathering the juices and lifting his fingers to his mouth. His eyes rolled back at the taste of you.

“Mhmm.. you taste so good. You’re so dirty, my pretty girl. Making me go a little dumb,” he groaned.

He finally lingers over you and positioned himself to your entrance. Normally he kisses you when he pushes himself in. It was something you guys found romantic at the early stages of your relationship, and he decided it was going to be an everyday thing as you were always so bubbly about it. But tonight, he just looked at you and waited. Truth, was he wanted to tease you more, see how whiny you can get just to get riled up by it.

You were too horny and wanted to feel him when you took the initiative to ask him.

“Can you kiss me plea-!!” You let out the loudest pornographic moan as you were caught off guard when your boyfriend snaps his hips into yours. The sudden stretch had your eyes filling with tears. You were feeling lightheaded and already drunk - mumbles of Chris and please leaves your mouth. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust before pulling out and pushing back in your hole harder. Chan needed more – he shifts his position, pulling both your legs to wrap around him in order to penetrate you more. The angle hitting you deeper and hitting you g-spot each time he slams into you. He wanted to see how fast you are falling underneath him but the lewd noises from our mouth along with the way his dick is getting sucked in by your wet cunt is already bringing him to the edge. Shutting his eyes was the only thing keeping him from cumming before you.

“Baby, you’re so tight. It feels so good,” He moaned.

“I’m close,” he admitted, and you also feel yourself reaching your orgasm. You start to clench around him, your hands finding their way to his grip his shoulders pulling him down. You wanted to kiss him while you cum.

“Baby I’m going to cum, kiss me please?” you pleaded big doe eyes filled with tears looking up at him.

“I can’t,” he confessed, and you furrowed your brows in surprised.

“Why?” You cried. He buried his head in your neck as one of his hand slips in between your bodies.

“I want to kiss-“ His fingers latched onto your small bundle of nerves and as begins to rub circles. The contact enough to make you release a high pitched yelp straight into his ears as you squeezed around him - your orgasm showers over you. Chan still eager to permanently record all your pretty moans in his head, he keeps rocking in and out of you, finger still rubbing your swollen clit.

“Baby, can you moan like that for me again,” he confessed in your ears, and you obey, screaming from the overstimulation as you hold onto his head keeping his ear close to your mouth.

“Y/N, I’m cumm-” your cries send Chan into his orgasm as he shoots his hot white seeds right into you. His eyes shut tightly, teeth latching on onto your neck slightly applying pressure and he bits you. You begin to go numb, almost passing out. Your hands slowly letting go of the grip around his head and your eyes start to roll back only ever showing the whites as your let go of another orgasm squeezing out of all his milk.

He finally slows down and halts his fingers as he drops his full body weight on you, his dick softening inside you. Your eyes are shut now, his weight somehow calming you down from your high.

You both stay like this for a few moments catching your breath before Chan’s pulls himself out and rolls over on his back. He moves you on top of him your head laying on his chest and he drapes your right arm over his body. He knows you’re too wrecked and tried to do anything. He presses a kiss on your temple before caressing your side.

“Your pretty voice,” he whispered.

“Hmmm?” You look up to make eye contact with him, brows furrowed before you look from side to side to show case your uncertainty. He just chuckles at your cute reaction of not knowing what he was getting at.

“My kink was your voice baby. I go crazy over the pretty noises you make. The moans, the whimpers, screams, sighs. You never fail to announce what you want, it’s so sexy. All the begging and whining, it makes me go feral,” Chan admitted.

“Why didn’t you just tell me before?” you look up in confusion to ask him.

“I was afraid you might get shy or even embarrassed and stop. Scared you are going to hide them,” Chan’s hand never stops touching you. He wanted to keep you as close as possible afraid of you might pull way to find him weird.

“I would never,” you reassured him. Your arm that was draped his body him made its way up to his cheeks. You pull him towards you to place a kiss on his lips.

“Just like the way you keep kissing me, I’ll keep making pretty noises for you,” you smiled, and he followed with a satisfied chuckle.

He brings you closer into a kiss - allowing you to make out with him and swallow him for as long as you like knowing that’s what you’ve been craving.

“Wait, Chris,” you said amongst the kisses, and he had to pull back to hum at you.

“Wait, how come you didn’t kiss me when I asked you to before. You said you can’t. Chan, that was mean. you’re mean.” you complained brows raising up and down. You only remembered his actions now as you sobered up from his dick.

He cuts you off with a loud laugh knowing how innocent and seriously confused you are at the moment. You have let to caught up with him once again.

“Y/N you, you silly,” he chuckles.

“I couldn’t kiss you because I wanted to hear your voice,” he tells you.

You were quick to bury you face into his chest.

“Okay, now I get it. I’m embarrassed,” you mumbled onto him. He looks down the shakes his head smiling to himself.

“What’s for dinner, Hyunjin?” Chan asks as he walks into the living room.

The 3 boys were all spread out across the living room. Han sitting on his knees on the ground focusing on the television which is muted and on some random kids show. Changbin has a blanket over him as his eyes are glued to his fingers toying with the air conditioner remote. Hyunjin is on the far end of the couch, cheeks bright red as he randomly scrolls through his phone checking his calculator history. His visible boner straining from his grey sweats as he mumble a “let me see what they have on the menu” at Chan.

Chan lets out a laugh clearly seeing how riled they are from your lovely noises.

“Y/N, what do you want for dinner?” Chan sweetly calls out to you.

You jumped off the bed pulling out one of Chan’s t shirt and shorts from the draws to chuck on before going out to meet the others.

“Hmm?” you walk up to your boyfriend pulling wrapping your arm around his naked torso, unaware of how the other 3 boys literally scramble their head to avoid you.

“Go choose something to eat on Hyunjin’s phone,” Chan coos at you and you skipped over Hyunjin settling down by his side.

“Hyunjin, can I see what’s the options please,” You lean closer to him to look at his phone, but Hyunjin moves away from you a little. Unaware that he wanted to avoid you, you keep moving closer to him whining whenever you have to keep scooting. It was a few moments then that you noticed how shaky his hands were and that he didn’t even have the ordering app pulled up on his screen. You flick your eyes around accidentally landing on his sweatpants. That’s when you noticed something was twitching in his groin area - making you jump back a bit but you brushed it off as you didn’t want to embarrass him. You sat there in silence, a little bit awkward, for a few seconds before looking up at him, locking eyes, yours pouring into his as you hummed a “Hmm?”

You then hear his breathing get louder and higher than finally catching onto his red cheeks and ear. You were afraid he coming down with something as he is quieter than usual.

“Hyunjin? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You asked innocently at him.

“You, you silly,” Chan laughs.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chang smut #chan smut #hyunjin smut #changbin smut #han smut #becomingmina #skz x reader #skz imagine #skz imagines

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 5 months

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Hi! I really like your writing, and I was wondering if I could request a Yandere!Platonic 1st Years (+Grim) with an Eri!Reader?

How would they feel learning of her abused, trauma, and her unfamiliarity with general society and social norms? (Who’s looking murderous when they see just the scars littered around her arms and legs when her bandages are removed?)

Though it’s a whole different story when she says she sees her power as nothing but a ‘curse’, and her existence a ‘burden’ that only makes others suffer? All because of the man named ‘Overhaul’, the one who did this so her? (Who’s about to go feral when she admits she doesn’t remember how to smile?)

But she starts to become more positive thanks to Grim and slowly the others (She likes Grim and is very sparkly eyed because he talks, breaths fire and thinks he’s amazing)

Imagine when she says she made a friend all on her very own who’s ‘like her’, though they lightly chastise her that she shouldn’t talk with strangers (It’s Malleus, they’re both lonely, have horns she has 1, while Malleus has 2, have an incredible power that’s very dangerous, and they’re unfamiliar/slow with society)

Eri Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

You’ve been through so much….so you’ve been told. The pain, the heartbreak, the constant voice in your head that has guilt weighing on your little heart. Your transportation to Twisted Wonderland couldn’t come at a better time. They’re going to welcome you cage you to this new world more than willing to spoil you to your hearts content:

Grim

“Oi oi servant they all think we’re monsters!”

“...yeah?”

“Yeah! So we gotta show them we’re gonna be the greatest mages in here!”

“Oh….okay!”

He’s the perfect chaotic companion

He teaches you to allow yourself to do what you want

Granted his guidance isn’t all knowing

No matter how tasty Heartslabyul’s tarts are you shouldn’t eat them everytime you visit — especially without permission

Either way you’re learning to forgive yourself and allow you to have fun

And leave it to Grim to say whatever snarky thing you’d like to say when your big-brothers get in the way

“Nyeh! You won’t be able to do anything against my flames, nyah!”

Ace Trappola

“Hey if I catch you moping about that plague doctor guy, I’ll sock ya in the head!”

“Ace?!”

“I-i-i won’t!”

In a weird way you’re so used to being bullied (by kai) that you tend to take his bully-affection to heart

You know he cares, he just won’t tell you often

He reminds you of a certain blonde…

It also makes you more privy to his very willing desire to steamroll over anyone he deems a problem for you

“I think he meant that as a joke, Ace…”

“Joke schmoke, I warned you, you stain! I’m putting you in the medical wing.”

“Ace, please!”

Deuce Spade

“(Y/n), did you eat today? Are you feeling well? Do you need me to carry you!”

Mother hen of the group

He’s hovering close behind even when you don’t see him

Always making sure you’re safe and happy as can be

He’s teeming with anxiety if he’s not watching you himself

Even worse if you get hurt accidentally or on purpose

Now he’s Mama bear totally bearing the claws to protect you

He’s not going to leave you to defend yourself

Especially when your abilities hinge on your mental state

He’s trying his best

“Are you doing the breathing techniques Crewel recommended? Where’s your paper bag?”

Jack Howl

“Hello little one.”

“Hi.”

“Would you…like to sit on my shoulders?”

“Yes!”

Your #1 guard dog

Doesn’t have to worry considering Deuce is freaking out for him

He’ll be the sane voice of reason because Ace isn’t anywhere close to reliable in his eyes

Naturally he entrances you with his tail and overall dog-like personality

But don’t forget he’s got the bite force of a wolf that he’s not afraid to use if he deems fit

“Pup, don’t stop yourself from having fun or being…young. I–we will keep you safe.”

Epel Felmier

“You’re so pretty.”

“...Thanks.”

You’re the only one who can get away with calling him that

And he loves nothing more than escaping Vil to find out what other sweet makes you smile sweetly

He’s also one of the first to join Ace as part of the self-proclaimed protection committee

He’s also one of the first to suggest taking it further than a mere beatdown

Anything for his new little sibling

“If there’s no body…there’ll be no problems.”

Sebek Zigvolt

“TINY HORNED HUMAN! WHERE IS YOUR DIASOMNIA PIN!”

“Uhm…Ace took it from me…said it was unfair.”

“THAT FOOL. COME CHILD I SHALL BESTOW UPON YOU THE PIN AGAIN.”

Is definitely apart of a brainwash committee of his own and is insistent you become Diasomnia’s new mascot…under Malleus of course

His loudness sometimes scares you off but he means well

And will no doubt join the others if a few heads need to roll

“Rest easy, child. On my watch, no one will harm you.”

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overdue

joe burrow x reader

prompt: joe cancels last minute on you because he got caught up at work, and he makes sure you know how he feels about you when he gets home.

warnings- smut and fluff

a/n- promise i will be answering some of my requests soon. this is prolly ass because i wrote it kinda fast but i love it thx bye

Joe was a busy guy. It was always something. He had practice, or a meeting, or a conference call, or something. Of course you couldn’t blame him. He was pretty busy during the season, but was practically glued to you when he didn’t have anything to do.

The last few weeks, though, Joe was sooo caught up with work. When he got home for the night, it was so late that you were usually already asleep. If you weren’t, you knew he was too exhausted to do much anyway. He’d give you a kiss, head to the shower, and pass out next to you shortly after. He’d always apologize, but you knew he really couldn’t control it. So despite your frustration and loneliness, you said nothing.

Today would be different, he pulled some strings to get home around 8 so y’all could have dinner, watch something on TV, and enjoy each others company. It had felt so long since you did something like this, so it felt like a special occasion. Tonight, you were cooking his favorite meal. You grilled chicken, made potatoes, and sautéed asparagus. It was about 7:30, and you would be done right when he got home. Your phone rang, and seeing his name on the screen, you perked up.

“Hey!,” you said cheerfully into the phone.

“Hey…” His voice was soft and already apologetic. You knew the news before he even told you.

“You’re not gonna make it home?” you sighed into the phone. Your voice was almost a whisper. You wanted to cry. How was it every day that this happened? Was he doing it on purpose, trying to send a hint? Was something else going on than work? Tears already brimmed in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry. Something came up way last minute. I can’t make it, baby. I’ll be home late.”

“Okay.” Your voice cracked, and you knew he heard it. That’s all you could say. The silence on the line was so loud. What else did you have to say? You sat with your phone to your ear, the excitement in your posture leaving you. Your shoulders slouched and you could hear his breath still on the other line. Self-consciousness swallowed you. Was this a sign that it wasn’t working? Was it only a matter of time? “Well I guess I’ll see you later tonight.” Your voice was quiet.

“Yeah.”

Without any goodbyes or anything, the line disconnected. You weren’t sure who it really was that hung up. You were just in a haze. You finished dinner silently, eating alone standing at the counter. You made sure to still make Joe’s plate, though. You put the perfect amount of everything he liked on his plate, making sure no foods were touching like he liked it.

Maybe it would give him a small surprise when he got home, as he didn’t know you were cooking it. He could eat it when he got home and you were inevitably sleeping. It wouldn’t be as good as eating it with him, but hopefully he’d still like it.

You packed up the food to put on the fridge in a silent, melancholy state. You placed his plate on the oven for him to find when he got home. It was in the shower that you cried, shoulders wracking with heavy sobs of loneliness and fear of losing him. You were so frustrated. You couldn’t blame him, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still upset. You sunk into the soft sheets of the bed after putting on pajamas, slightly cold without his body next to you. Hot tears slid down your face silently as you dozed off.

Joe’s POV:

As silently as I could, I unlocked the door. I dropped my bags on the floor and the clock on the kitchen wall said it was 1 AM. I stretched and rubbed my eyes, exhausted from work and weighed down with guilt. Of course I couldn’t control being busy, but i shouldn’t have promised her that I would’ve been home if I wasn’t completely sure. I did, though, cause hearing her pretty excited voice on the phone after telling her I’d come home brought me to life, but hearing it get quiet after I called it off earlier made my chest hurt. It was dark in the house except for one light on in the kitchen. It was the light on top of the oven. There was something there.

I walked closer to the oven and my heart dropped to my stomach.

Fuck.

There, on top of the oven, was my absolute favorite meal, made by her. You could tell she plated it with care, the food not touching exactly how I liked it. My stomach hurt and so did my chest. Guilt surged through me painfully. There was a note too, and it made me want to quit my job entirely.

I’m sorry you couldn’t make it home. This is for you if you’re hungry. I love you so much. We’ll find the time.

Her pretty cursive carved my heart out with its sweetness. You wished she would just yell at you, tell you off for taking on too much and upsetting her. But she never would, cause she’s an angel, and supports me through whatever I do. How will I ever make this up to her?

Regular POV:

Joe crept up the stairs, trying not to wake you up. You had an ear for him though, and roused when the door creaked open.

“Oh hey,” you mumbled at him. “How was work?”

“Don’t worry about that,” he murmured. He stripped down to his boxers, and crawled into bed. He dragged you under him and engulfed you with his arms. “I’m so so sorry,” he said into your hair.

This sudden intimacy and affection was unexpected, and your eyes immediately watered with tears. “I’m sorry, Joe. I know your so tired and I don’t want you to feel bad.” You voice cracked to a whisper as you started to cry.

“Hey..” he said gently as he flipped you on top of him to look at you. You sat on his lap, tears streaming down your face in the moonlight from the window.

“I just miss you,” you breathed, crumpling onto him as he held you. Your body shook slightly with quiet sobs as he held you.

“I know, angel.” He rubbed your back and whispered on your ear. “I miss you so much. You know I love you more than anything don’t you? Huh?”

He grabbed your face, holding it gently with both hands as he looked at you. Your watery puppy eyes looked up at him, and his heart tugged. He wanted you to know that you really were his priority.

“I have been a very bad boyfriend. I’m so so sorry,” his blue eyes looked earnestly into yours as his blond hair messily fell in his eyes. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this for no reason. I know we can get through this. I’m working like this because I want you to be able to have whatever the fuck you want every time you want it. You deserve it. I know it’s so hard. I’m really trying for us. And I want you to know it’s all because of you. “

It felt like you were melting into him.

“This is for you, and you only. If for one second I thought I’d lose you over this, I’d leave in a heartbeat. You have been a saint about this whole thing. Please just give me a little more time. Don’t give up on me. I love you so so much.”

Your hiccuping sighs were all that was left as you stared up at him. “I would never give up on you. I love you.” You relaxed fully on to him, cherishing what he feels like to touch and smell and experience.

It didn’t matter where you were, or what time it was, or what was happening around you. He was the only thing you could focus on or care about.

He pulled you in and kissed you gently. Running his hands across your middle, seemingly trying to memorize everything. He went under your shirt and cupped your breasts, lowering his kissing to your neck. He removed his hands from your shirt and placed them on your hips, which he firmly gripped as you lazily grinded on him. Small whimpers escaped his mouth as you did this, encouraging you in your lovesick state.

Joe gently unbuttoned your pajama shirt, the silk material sliding down your body slowly when he undid the last one. He caressed you gently, in no rush to savor you.

“So beautiful,” he whispered into the cool air of your bedroom.

You couldn’t respond as you focused in on his gentle touches. You were so honed in on how lightly he caressed you, afraid that if you didn’t savor it, you’d miss them. Small, quiet moans escaped your lips in ecstasy. You sat up to drag his boxers down his soft skin to where they didn’t limit your contact with him at all. You sat up, shorts still on, and ran your hand across his length, honing in on his tip. You massaged him, and his head lolled back onto the pillows.

“Yes,” he whispered.

The slowness of both of your actions was torturous and incredible at the same time. Endless touches and whispers disappearing into a night that was only your own. You slid down your shorts, anxious to finally have him. Joe looked angelic, soft tan skin glowing in the twilight. The blue of his needy eyes was nearly palpable. His roaming hands never stopped for a second. You lowered your self onto him slowly, a gasp being released by the both of you when you finally reached his hilt.

He pulled you into him, wrapping both arms tightly around you on top of him. He thrusted up into you, allowing you to remember every inch. Neither of you spoke, though you doubted either had the ability at the moment to form words. Your breathy moans filled the room, pleasure mixing together as you clung to him and he clung to you. The air was thick with need. For eachother, for touch, for everything.

Everything seemed to morph together despite the slow pace. It had been so long since Joe could show you how much he loved you, and god were you overdue. Finally, his thorough thrusts quickened slightly as he came. Your nails left trails down his back as you reached your high. All you both could do was cling on to each other, repeated “I love you’s” said into the air.

The work was worth it for him, so worth it.

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