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cielcius · 1 year

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bakugou x g/n!reader. drunk!fic, established relationship, injury, more crack than less hurt/more comfort, good ending (i promise)

if there is one thing katsuki has ever gotten mad at you for, it’s ripping his clothes.

he’s not talking about his pro-hero costume, no, they have multiple copies of his costume and the patterns down to the secret inside pockets kept on the inside of his pants. he’s talking about his regular clothes, “civilian clothes”, not all particularly that expensive and nothing really all that special, but certain clothes tend to go out of style.

it just so happened that you ripped the one shirt that went out of style years ago, now unattainable, and completely heart-wrenching for katsuki to watch through the tears in his eyes. and it all started with a guys’ night out:

“y/n?” you hum into the speaker of your phone, confusion slowly starting to cloud your mind when you hear todoroki’s voice contrary to the caller id showing your husband. “um, do you think you can come and pick bakugou up? he keeps... crying.”

a silent gasp falls from your lips, almost in disbelief. not that the sight of katsuki crying was unheard of, but in public? “oh my, i'm coming now but what happened?” you can hear todoroki sigh into the receiver, and it’s a long sigh. “uh, i think something with wanting you. everybody else is too drunk.”

“and you?”

“i wish i was.” ah, so todoroki is driving. “ok, i’ll be there in a bit. watch him please.” you hear something like a noise of protest as you’re putting on your shoes. “it’s kinda weird to watch bakugou cry but i’ll try.”

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arriving on the scene—the bar located halfway across the city—you’re greeted with the sight of katsuki on the ground, a beer bottle still in hand and his jacket acting as a blanket as he slumps back against todoroki’s legs. as you walk closer, you can hear the low drunken murmurs of your husband as he rambles to todoroki.

“’m miss y/n. wanna go to them. wan’ some ice cream. rocky road, no, mint chocolate. who eats sorbet? how do you even pronounce sorbet? where’s y/n?”

you can’t find yourself suppressing the smile that crawls onto your lips at katsuki’s drunken monologue, nodding at todoroki once he spots you. “oh good. you’re here.”

“who’s here? shut up, icyhot. ‘m talkin’ here.” kneeling down to katsuki’s line of sight, you watch as his eyes grow wide, brimmed in red and slightly swollen from the tears that had been spoken of over the phone. “katsuki,” you smile. “let’s go home.” nodding to todoroki again, you watch as he makes his way back into the bar while you make the venture back home with your husband slung heavily over your shoulders.

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nearly gasping for air, you toss your keys into the dish placed by the doorway, setting katsuki down before working on getting both your shoes off. “y/n,” you hum in response. “are we home yet?” you huff in amusement. “yes katsuki, we’re home and need to get you some water.”

“mm. ‘m thirsty.” with a little help on katsuki’s behalf, you get him into a chair at the table before grabbing a glass of water and setting it down in front of him. that was your first mistake.

the glass falls at the attempt katsuki makes to grab for it, shattering into pieces against the hardwood floors. “oh no, katsuki, are you okay?” without answering your question, katsuki starts to reach down at the pieces, grabbing at the large pieces before he winces.

blood, lots of blood. the palm of his hand starts to bleed an unrealistic amount of red, dripping onto the floor slowly. letting the piece of glass fall from his hand, katsuki, almost comedically, falls out of his seat and onto the ground. you quickly make your way around the broken glass in a frantic state of panic. that was your second mistake.

not wanting to lose any more blood, you rip a strip of cloth off the bottom of katsuki’s shirt and quickly wrap it around his palm, paying no mind to the onslaught of tears that were soon to come with your actions.

“you,” you look up at katsuki, eyes searching his and widening when you find them glossy with tears. “you ripped my shirt. my shirt...” you open your mouth, but you’re speechless.

slowly, you come to grasp your senses. “i'm sorry, katsuki, but you’re bleeding. we should go to the hospital in case there’s glass in your hand.” you stand, about to help katsuki up until he turns his head away with a hmph. you raise your eyebrows in disbelief. did he just “hmph” you?

“no. ‘m not going with you.”

“but katsuki, you’re bleeding.” crossing his arms, he looks back at you with hellfire in his eyes. “i. don’t. care.” as if he was reviving his teenage rebellion, katsuki narrows his eyes into a glare, challenging you to talk back, and talk back you did.

“you’re hurt, katsuki. i outta leave you here if you keep acting like this.”

“then do it!” your jaw drops at his response and you swear your eye is twitching, ears not believing a single thing you were hearing and yet you watch as your husband gives the sass to go along with his attitude. before you can act further, katsuki stumbles to his feet, the cloth around his hand covered in clouds of blood but he walks it off as he makes his way to your bedroom.

following him, still in disbelief, you watch as katsuki pulls out your duffel bag before throwing in an odd mix of his and your clothes. “are we going somewhere? like the hospital.” at your remark, katsuki shoots a glare at you once again before going back to packing. “no, me. ‘m going to kirishima’s cause at least he won’t rip my clothes.”

with a bag full of who-knows-what, katsuki gets to the front door, picking up a shoe to go on the opposite foot before his nose scrunches up at the discomfort. “katsuki, kirishima is the one friend most likely to rip your clothes.”

“then i'll go somewhere else. even if it has to be icyhot’s place.” though contrary to his words, you see katsuki shiver in distaste at having to stay at todoroki’s house. the sight makes you laugh tiredly. “katsuki,” you bend down to where katsuki is seated, trying to get his other shoe on. “i'm sorry i ripped your shirt.” at your apology, katsuki stops and sits limp with a pout.

“’s my favorite shirt.”

“i know.”

“they don’t sell them anymore.”

“i know. but katsuki,” he looks up at you. “your parents made that shirt.”

“my parents made it.” his pout grows deeper, shoulders sagging.

“and i'm pretty sure they can make one more for you.” like a spring, katsuki bounces back with a small smile and a glimmer in his eyes. “really? you think they’ll make me another one?” you nod, quietly laughing at your husband’s boyish giddiness. “of course. you’re their son, and they love you very much.”

katsuki’s smile lasts for a few seconds before faltering. “but, i love you.” you pat his shoulder. “i know, katsuki. i love you too.” even then, katsuki begins to sport a small pout. “but, i yelled at you.” you smile, almost sadly.

“it’s okay, katsuki. you didn’t yell but you were mad and it was my fault. no matter what, as long as we can apologize and own up to our mistakes, we’ll always be okay.”

“always?” you nod. “always.” you smooth the bangs of his hair back, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “let’s go to the hospital to make sure you’re okay, and then we can sleep in all day tomorrow. okay?” nodding quietly, katsuki lets you put his shoes on the right feet, grab the keys, and guide him to the hospital, smiling as you take his hand in yours with a smile.

#tea stained letters 🍵#vi’s scribbles #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugo katsuki x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months

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The Duff 10

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

Every girl’s dream is to be swept off their feet. Curtis has all but bowled you over. He’s a whirlwind, tossing you around like a storm, never quite able to get your balance.

That day is no different than the one before. Once more, you find yourself at his mercy.

Your lashes flutter up at the billowing clouds as soft breaths escape your lips. A low moan slips free and your hands ball around the soft blanket beneath you. A growl rolls through your core as Curtis’ hand crawls up over your stomach.

You peek down at the bulge of his head beneath your skirt. You’re consumed by his touch, by his fervent affection. You can hardly recall how it got to this. How you so quickly folded to his will.

His other hand stretches along the outside of your thigh and he pushes your leg against his head. He hums as he laps at you eagerly, toying with you, wrapping you around his tongue as he chases you closer to the edge. Your eyes roll back, your back arches, and your nerves scatter in a sudden eruption.

Your hips twitch as you cum. You tilt your pelvis as you ride out the high and he eases you down with the slow swirl of his tongue. He purrs as he tastes your delight, basking in it as he lingers under your skirt. His hand lazily kneads your chest and his breath clouds beneath the tent of fabric.

He raises his head and the skirt falls away, exposing your warmth to the cool air. He drags his hand down to your stomach and you flinch. He lifts himself as he licks his lips, breathless as he wipes the rough stubble around his mouth. Another deep rumble rises in his chest.

“Hey, bunny,” he smirks as he sits back on his heels, “you doin’ good?”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, dizzy and sleepy from the sun and his affection. You nod as your arms shake and you hang your head back as you try to catch your breath. He gives an amused cluck and pulls down your skirt, covering your thighs as he raises himself on his knees.

“I’ll hold onto these,” he scoops up your panties from the blanket and bunches them in his fist.

“Curtis,” you shove yourself up, “no–”

“It’s fine, baby, our little secret,” he tucks them into his pocket as you push your legs together.

He looks around and grabs the bottle of wine, putting it back in the basket. You can only watch as he starts to pack up. Is that all? He brought you out here for that and now what? You go home and wait until the next time he wants some fun?

“We’ll get this all tidied up and then have our walk. I wanna show you my favourite spot up here,” he says.

You nod and fight to get to your knees. Your whole body buzzes in the afterglow of his touch. A sliver of guilt trickles in as you’re reminded of your previous wariness. He’s done all this for you and hasn’t asked for anything in return.

You help wrap up the leftovers and set them inside the basket. He offers his hand as you try to stand and you let him lift you up. The effortlessness of his strength both amazes and frightens you. He’s much stronger than you expect.

You take one side of the blanket and he takes the other. You fold it up and place it over the basket. He takes the remnants of the picnic to the car as you sway listlessly in the field, watching a bird on the horizon.

“Come on,” he grabs your hand and pulls you forward, “river’s this way.”

You let him guide you across the plain and towards the sparse treeline. The scatter of trees is deceptive. A whole forest emerges past the initial speckling of thin trunks. Your heart flips as you wonder how he knows about this place. You shrug off the curiosity; you’re no hiker so you suppose you just never had reason to seek these things out.

You admire the full white petals and the tall willow reeds. The air smells rich and vibrant, like cedar and pollen. Curtis’s certainty reassures you as you get deeper and deeper. You hear the steady ripple ahead and a sudden dampness nips at your cheeks. You come in sight of the river as he finally stops you.

“Wow,” you peer into the clear water, the silt beneath almost magnified by the pristine layer above, “it’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t it?” He lets go of your hand, only to touch the small of your back, “peaceful, too. Sometimes… I find the city too busy.”

“Oh, I know what you mean,” you say as you lean slightly to watch a frog kick through the water and hop up onto a flat stone, “it’s nice to just get away.”

You admire the pale greens and the spectrum of wildflowers across the far shore. Trees line the ground like sentinels but between them, you see the hint of something else. Wooden siding and a painted door. You squint and step closer to the water to be sure you’re seeing clearly.

“What’s that?” You point to the shrouded structure.

Curtis steps up beside you and rubs between your shoulders. He leans over to kiss the side of your head.

“That’s mine,” he says, “wanna see?”

“What?” You look at him. “You mean…”

“Yeah, made a few smart investment,” he explains, “come on. You’re gonna love it.”

“I…” you hesitate and peek up at the sky. It’s hard to gauge the time as clouds curtain the sun, threatening to spill down in a grey foreboding, “what time is it?”

“We have time,” he insists as his hand wraps around your wrist, “come on, bunny.”

#curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #dark curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #snowpiercer #au #drabble #series #the DUFF

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circe69 · 1 year

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What a Ghostly Scene

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader

narrative: you believe in ghosts, and the Ghost himself is the most skeptical of anyone. "forget about that ghost for a second and focus on this ghost." cw: mentions of a gun lol simon gets annoyed at the ghost. that's it though! genre: fluff ofc A/N: i'm kind of proud of this one actually, it was just really fun to write. hopefully you guys enjoy! Also- i got the title idea from “my tears ricochet” by miss swift:)

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"Simon, I'm not kidding there is something over there."

You and Simon had decided to camp out in a small, abandoned log cabin, and it was just as terrifying as they portray abandoned log cabins in the movies.

You were crouching down behind a rocking chair as Simon moved towards the corner you were pointing at.

"What are you talking about, I don't see anything," he growled as he slid his rifle back to the side of him.

You stood up slowly, looking both ways before walking next to him and grabbing on to his bicep, like a koala.

"Well obviously you wouldn't be able to see it, stupid, it's a ghost!" You heard the noise again, what sounded like something scratching against the wall. You were certain that ghosts existed, but Simon, not so much. Yes, the Ghost himself was extremely skeptical. Either that or his ego was far too big to be convinced that he wasn't the first person to be named a ghost.

He rolled his eyes, secretly getting excited that your body was so close to his. He decided to say something a little out of his comfort zone, "So, you wanna start up a fire or someth-"

"SIMON LOOK THERE IT IS AGAIN!" You screamed, jumping onto his shoulders and borderline choking him as your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Y/N, stop screaming. Whatever it is, you definitely scared it away."

"Okay, rude. Now get your camera out, I'll try to record it."

His hands were wrapped around your calves, until one of them let go to retrieve his phone, and he handed it to you over his shoulder. He started walking towards the corner that you were so fixated on.

You opened his phone and gasped, "Stop. Am I your lock screen? That is so cute."

"Shut up. I probably did it on accident."

You laughed as you put his phone in your pocket, figuring that Simon was right and you probably scared it away.

"Okay, I'm gonna get down now," you said while trying to slide down Simon's body.

"M-mm. No." He grabbed onto your wrists so you couldn't get down. He started walking towards the master bedroom as you scooched back up to rest your legs on his hips again.

"Simon, what are you doi- WHAT THE" He threw you over his shoulders to land on the soft bed.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" You screamed while dying laughing and crawling towards the headboard of the king-sized bed, until all the sudden he grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you back under him.

"Forget about that ghost for a second and focus on this ghost," he said while tickling your sides and kissing up and down your neck.

"Who are you all the sudden? Being all needy and dependent?"

Simon bit down gently on the skin under your collarbone, and you gasped and proceeded to laugh even harder at his antics.

"Whatever," he whispered against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

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Later that night, as the two of you sat down on the couch watching TV, you heard it again. But this time, Simon caught it first.

He stood up and got his gun out, "Cover your ears, love." You did as he said and watched as he shot one bullet at the corner, leaving a whole in the wall.

"That should take care of that." He wiped his hands together and clapped, showing that he was proud of his efforts. You smiled as he sat back down next to you.

"You killed one of your own, Ghost!" You teased while pointing at the bullet hole.

"It was a fake, Y/N. I'm the only real Ghost."

"Oh obviously. My bad, Sir Ghost." You politely mocked the brooding man sitting next to you, trying to ignore the fact that he just shot a wall for you.

"Thanks for rescuing me," you said, snuggling into his arm and further under the soft blanket.

He leaned down to kiss you on the forehead.

"We gotta get a priest in here or something, clean the whole place up." The two of you laughed as the fire crackled and snow fell outside the window.

#ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost fluff #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #modern warfare #ghost imagine #circe69scribbles

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pandagyaru · 8 months

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This isn't 2023 or whatever you just said

Deadpool x 2009 Gender neutral reader

Early 2000s au with my favorite man with a very big uh

Personality.... yeah personality lolz

Anyways my thought process is like, what if dp goes back in time on accident and needs to find out what year it is. Like 2009 or something. But he meets the prettiest little human, aka you dollies!

P.s: Your apartment is like all rooms in one, kinda like dps in the movie, except your bathroom is private, LMAO.

P.p.s: the reader is very no descriptive. Besides the fact they wear glasses!

A swirling noise fills the dark void of your open space apartment. You sit up in bed and slide your sleeping mask up on your forehead. A purple and orange hole in the abyss that is your living room. You blink the eye crusties and boogers away as you stare at it, blinking like a frog as you get used to the strange light. A red and black clad body shoots through the portal, landing on your comforter.

"WHAT THE FUCK" You shout, crawling up to your headboard. You hurry and flick on your bedside lamp to get a good look at the dead body? You don't know if the person is dead or not, but God, you didn't wanna find out. It suddenly sits up with a gasp, its head snapping towards you. It points at you.

"YOU! WHERE AM I?" The voice is masculine, so you're assuming it's a guy. I mean, you're hoping what you're assuming is right. It may be 2009, but you'd hate to misgender this stranger in your bed.

"Uh, you're in my apartment. May I ask where the fuck you came from?" You ask, leaning over and grabbing your glasses of your nightstand, slipping them on your face.

"Right, your apartment. I came from a mansion, not mine. Like a friends mansion" He explains, looking around at all your "ancient" looking belongings. "Say is it 2023?"

"Huh? 2023? No, it's 2009. Are you okay? Did you hit your head on my bed post? Like, I understand you like spawned in my apartment, but I dont think time travel is possible. doctor who" you joke, nudging your foot at him. His head whips to you.

"2009?" He asks. You nod and pull out your iPhone 3G, turning it on and showing him the date.

"Yeah. It's also 3 am. So, if you're staying, my couch pulls out into a bed. I do have to warn you, I have work at like 9 am" You tell him, getting up incase you have to pull the couch bed out. He looks over at your couch and then back at you.

"Or we could share this cozy ass bed you got yourself here." He flirts, leaning back on your bed and trying to seem seductive. You blush.

"I'll pull out the couch" you mutter, speed walking over to the couch. You bend over to grip the metal bars under the couch cushions.

"You're supposed to remove the cushions' first sugar butt" He says, standing up and walking over to you. Your face feels hot at the petname. "Its like a sleepover! All we need is movies and snacks"

"I have work, remember?" You state, picking up and throwing the couch cushions. The bed sliding out and setting itself down on the hardwood floor. He looks over at you.

"Yeah, at 9am. When did you go to bed?" He asks. You look over at him.

"Like 8pm. I was exhausted today"

"So you've had 7 hours of sleep. If we watch one movie, you'll get like 5 more hours. You'll be fine" He says, plopping his leather clad fat ass (I just had to specify that btw) on the couch bed. You think it over. You sigh.

"Fine, but we're watching catwoman. Halle Berry is gorgeous in that movie" You say, walking over to your DVD rack. You crouch down to read all the titles of movies you have. You find the movie you want and peek over your TV stand to your DVD player. You put the movie in. "Have you ever seen this movie?" You ask, walking back over to thr couch bed. Deadpool wades (HA GET IT?) over his response. The truth is he hasn't seen it in fucking forever.

"I have, but it's been a while," He answers.

"Oh yeah how long? I watched it the other day"

"About 15 years. Give or take"

"It came out 5 years ago..."

"Right right its 2009"

"Wait so you're actually from the future? Holy shit. What's life like?" You jump up and grab his shoulders.

"Technology is definitely better then what you have in this place. I'll tell ya that for free. God your phone is God awful" He jokes, smashing his hand on your face.

"Hey, that's the latest phone! I'm cool!" You shout, grabbing his wrist, trying to pull his hand off your face. He laughs. "I know we just met. But would you be able to show me what 2023 looks like?" You ask, looking into the whites of his mask.

"Uh, i don't know if it transports more then one person. But I could try." He mutters, watching the way your eyes light up.

The night ended with you falling asleep on him halfway through the movie.

LOVE YA!

#x male reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #deadpool imagine #deadpool x reader #deadpool headcanon #deadpool #deadpool x male reader #deadpool x you #Spotify

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Lestrade x reader - What’s yours is mine

- Mycroft x Reader or Lestrade x Reader- stealing each others clothes. - @mxacegrey 💜

You wanted to sleep so badly, but the pounding on your flat door was giving you no help, so you eventually got up, looking around you found a jumper on the floor and tossed it on before walking over and opening it.

“Sherlock, John.”

You let the two in and walked to the kitchen to put the kettle on while they followed you and sat down at the table.

“Put some trousers on.” Sherlock said, looking through your cupboards.

You noticed John had his back to you and you laughed.

“I’m wearing shorts of worry.”

Setting three cups on the table you listened to why they had come to the flat at such an odd hour at night.

“So, you’re angry with Greg so you thought you’d come annoy me?”

“I did try stop him (Y/N) I’m sorry.”

Smiling you shook your head at John and turned to Sherlock who was still looking around.

“You won’t find them Sherlock Holmes. I know how to hide cigarettes, I hide Greg’s every time he tries sneaking a new pack in.”

“I just need one!”

“Nope.”

You watched him huff and jumped on the chair, tapping his fingers on the table trying to find some way to occupy his mind.

“If you want something to do you can do something for me.”

You told Sherlock about your friend who lived just out the city who Kees having break ins but nothing gets taken, and no matter what she did nothing worked.

“Jealous ex.” Sherlock said.

“That’s the clear answer right? But it’s not, she only ever date one guy, married him, and he’s overseas at the minute serving in the military.”

Sherlock began to list other things it could be but you kept disproving him, and finally you had peaked his interest.

“We’ll go in the morning, thanks (Y/N).” John smiled.

You watched as Sherlock wondered your flat.

You had grown to accept the man was like a huge child, and you couldn’t control him half the time so you just let him wonder.

You turned to John and you guys spoke for a little while before Sherlock came back.

“He’s coming back to apologise to you in the morning, and he’s the one that took your favourite hoodie.” Sherlock said.

“Right, okay, thank you? But I wanna sleep now so like, go home you strays.”

Sherlock frowned at you and he marched over.

“Where are the cigarettes?”

He grabbed your arm, feeling your pulse as he spoke to you, you looked to John and he nodded his head.

“Since you played nicely you’re allowed one. It’s in your coat pocket I put one in there when you hung it up.”

Sherlock rushed to his jacket and you saw them out before going to collapse in bed.

You wanted to take the jumper off, but you liked the fact it smelled like your boyfriend, so you decided to keep it on.

Lestrade came to your flat early that morning, he had the day off and he wanted to spend it with you, he didn’t want to keep arguing.

He let himself in and made his way to the bedroom, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be up at this time.

You were still fast asleep and he smiled, taking his shoes off, he changed into some pajama trousers and crawled into the bed with you.

You turned over and put your arm around him, patting his back until you found the hood to the hoodie before pulling it lightly.

“That’s.. mine…” you mumbled.

Lestrade smiled, putting his forehead against yours.

“That my jumper.” Softly replied.

“It smells like you…”

He smiled, resting his chin above your head as he held you softly in his arms.

You shuffled to get a little more comfortable and a small smile graced your face.

“I’m sorry for the other night…”

“Let me sleep…”

He laughed and agreed, tangling his legs with yours as he closed his eyes.

You woke up before him this time, and you slipped out of bed, looking around, you took the jumper off, swapping it for his discarded shirt and changed into some jeans as you started to ready to go to the shop.

“Seriously my shirt? What am I supposed to wear outside?”

“Jumper?”

“With no shirt?”

You rolled your eyes and looked at him still wearing your hoodie.

“You have a hoodie, my hoodie, so I have a shirt, your shirt.”

“(Y/N) its cold, go put a jacket on.”

You waltzed over and pulled the drawstrings of the hoodie, making him yelp as he quickly loosened it again and watched you put his jumper on.

When you walked back over he poked your forehead and you smirked a little, holding your hand out to him.

“I’m not going outside in your hoodie.”

“Okay, well I’m going to the shop, love you!”

“(Y/N)!”

Lestrade jogged after you before you could close the door on him.

He pouted and you laughed at him as you locked your door, and held your hand out to him.

“Does this hurt your pride?” You mocked.

Lestrade laced his fingers with yours and you guys started to walk.

“No, it’s just cold.”

“Well maybe if you stopped stealing my hoodie and jackets I wouldn’t steal your stuff Greg.”

“We’ll just stop buying them in my sizes.”

You rested your head on his arm and he smiled down at you.

Truth be told he stole your clothes for the same reason your stole his. They smelled like you, and it was as comforting to be surrounded by your scent when he wasn’t with you.

You were home, and he was your home, so it was a little reminder who the person you loved and wanted to be with.

Plus he stuck by what he said, if you didn’t want him to steal them stop buying them so big because he was going to keep taking them

#bbc sherlock #bbc sherlock imagine #bbc sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock lestrade #bbc sherlock x you #lestrade x you #greg lestrade x reader #greg lestrade #gregory lestrade #lestrade x reader #detective lestrade

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goldencherryhazz · 2 years

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In this world…

An: I LOVE YOU ALL!! Happy 600 followers +day, I wouldn’t be able to write all the stuff that I do without your support!! <3 I love the as it was bts infinitely and obviously had to write dad!harry! It’s late so I’m sorry if this doesn’t make much sense but I hope you enjoy, notes and reblogs would be much appreciated. No warnings just fluff.

Going to watch Harry work was one of your most favourite things, just seeing him in his element and doing what he loved, and now that you had your little baby girl it seemed to be her favourite things seeing he daddy dancing and prancing around in different sets filled with lots of different colours and music surrounding her tiny, not even 1 year old ears. It just so happened that he was filming the music video for his new song as it was today, and he was overjoyed when he found out his two favourite girls would be joining him.

‘Mwah,mwah’ Harry audibly presses kisses to his baby’s chubby cheeks to which she was giggling wildly at, making a wide smile spread out on you cheeks, your baby’s laugh being incredibly infectious.

‘Don’t wanna leave her and do work, she’s just so cute’ Harry tells you as though you didn’t already know.

‘I know my love, but I promise we will be here, not going anywhere’ you promise him.

‘Okay I’m gonna go over there think Jeff wants me to practice on the spiny thing, promise you won’t laugh if I fall off’ he passes the baby back to you, but you can’t help but chuckle.

‘I promise I won’t baby’ you lean to give him a kiss which he immediately responds to, kissing you back forcefully. You daughter watching her mama and dada in awe.

‘If you need anything just shout, okay mama’ he mumbles into the space between you. You just loved how tentative he was towards you, his need to look after and care for you doubled ever since you told him about the little bean growing in you tummy.

‘I will, don’t you worry’ you say and with that Harry is rushing into the hustle and bustle of the set filled with dancers and extras.

From there on Harry and his team were going through and practicing different things in preparation for actually recording the video, including the stuff he did on the rotating board with his dance partner for the video, that was a laugh in itself! Harry took a a bit to get balanced before he could do anything and it didn’t help when the team were messing with the speed of it aswell almost making his fall off.

You eventually have to put your little bub down after you arms had grown tired from carrying her, although you made sure to bring one of her playmats to hopefully maintain her, in fear that she would get hurt or squashed with the amount going on, but you realise that it wouldn’t work as she tried to crawl around to explore, that it would be no use so you follow her around and you hear the people awing at you little girl to which you smile nervously at, partly because you were afraid that at some point you would get in the way somehow.

You continue to watch you daughter whilst trying to catch glimpses of your husband, and when you caught his eye he would give a cheeky wink mouthing ‘I love you’ and you would reply with blowing a kiss towards him to which he caught in his pocket.

Eventually after your tiny bub had been crawling around and exploring she started to get grumpy from how tired she had become meaning that everything in the world was now going wrong, you tried to calm you daughter down by holding her and walking around the room to soothe her to sleep but her wails continued to fill the room.

‘Why’s my baby upset’ Harry said from his seat on the floor concern spreading out on his face although looking quite comical because he was clad in just his boxers, you have to admit that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him when he first put them and only that piece of clothing on.

‘She’s tired I think, won’t drift off though’ you say, a little exhausted from walking around, the tiny human starts writhing in your arms when she sees her daddy, whimpering small ‘dada, dada’ s wanting to be held by him

‘Give her here my love’ he makes grabby hands at you to which you give in and gently pass the little girl to her daddy.

‘Oh what’s wrong my poppet eh’ he cooes at her rocking her back and forth in his arms and after a few minutes her cries fade out onto light snores.

‘Just wanted daddy, didn’t you’ he whispers so that he now didn’t wake up his now sleeping baby.

‘I don’t blame her’ you add to which he looks up at you to almost ask if you were okay. You were honestly, it was just the lack of sleep that was bringing you down like every parent has experienced. You swear the bags under you eyes had never been darker, and most days you despised how they looked but Harry always assured you that you were the prettiest girl and mama, and that they just showed how good of a mama you were to your baby.

‘I’ll go out her in her pram yeah, give you a break for a bit’ you nod knowing that if your baby needed anything that she would definitely tell you either by shouting or crying at you, you were pretty used to it by now so didn’t take it too personally any more.

You can’t help but stare at your husbands ass as he walks in just his boxers to the pram which was positioned at the side of the room, it just so happened that he took a glance behind him and caught you in the act.

‘See something you like darling’

‘Stop I can’t help that my husband looks ridiculously hot all of the time’ you hide your reddening face as you realise you had said that out loud, forgetting that there was a bunch of people in the room aswell, Harry can’t help but smirk at his wife cheekily.

——-

The next hour was filled with Harry making you dance with him and help him practice some bits, but to be honest some of it was just pure messing about.

‘Baby, c’mere’ he says from his position as he laid on the floor.

‘Why’

‘Cause you love me’ he smiles up at you so you obviously have to get down to the floor so you can lay atop of him.

‘Well this is nice’ he says pressing a kiss to your forehead.

‘Your warm’ you mumble into his chest.

‘ Why thankyou baby, let’s roll’ he says like an excited little child.

‘What do you mean?’ You ask confusedly, but you question is answered when Harry rolls your body beneath his, the weight of him felt good, like your own personal human blanket. You were soon back on top again though and that’s how you carried on rolling across the floor not even noticing the person filming because of how much you were laughing.

He eventually stops when the smile on his face makes his cheeks hurt, he just loved it when you were happy, being the caring loving husband that he was.

‘Why did you even want to do that?’

‘Dunno, just felt like having a roll on the floor with my wife’ he says in a tone that made it sound like every couple did it on the regular.

Harry then goes off to practice some of the dancing that would take places near the end of the video and you can’t help but look at you husband in awe, the way he was moving across the floor looking so free and happy made your heart burst a little.

He walks breathlessly back towards you after practically running across the large room ‘how was that?’

‘You looked beautiful baby, you really did’

‘I try my best, all for you darling’

And at that moment it was as though your baby girl thought that she was kissing out, he cries for her mama and dada who weren’t all that far away once echoed into the room grabbing the attention of the team instantly.

You and Harry both walk over to the pram where the small baby that you and Harry created was making grabby hands for her parents.

You pick her up in your arms, ‘oh my little dove, you really aren’t a happy bunny today are you’

‘I know what will cheer her up’ Harry states as he walks over to the spinning platform that was currently still, he climbs on top before sliding back down again, practically launching himself. That alone has you and your little but in hysterics, the baby’s laughter filling your heart up right to the brim.

You place her down on the floor a few metres away from where Harry was sliding and that has the baby giggling even more as her daddy would slide down before giving her tickles on her sides and pressing and infinite amount of kisses to her chubby cheeks.

Harry looks to you after a while, joy glinting in his eyes as your replicated that same glint and its like you both agree that you infinitely loved the little family you had both created.

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im so fucking insane first love / late spring is such a fucking perfect doctorjack song throwing up throwing upppp

sorry i HAVEEEEE to lay out EXACTLY what scenes / lines i relate all the lyrics to so heres that.

the black hole / of the / window / where you sleep: jack in his bed through the manhole (small worlds) + 13 at night in her jail cell (revolution of the daleks)

the night breeze / carries / something sweet / a peach tree: jack hearing the tardis (end of days) + "i've missed that sound" (revolution of the daleks)

wild women don't get the blues / but i find that / lately i've been crying like a / tall child: "i was in prison for being me right at the point when i wasnt sure what that meant" (revolution of the daleks)

so please hurry leave me:

jack realizing that they left him (the parting of the ways)

10 seeing jack running toward the tardis and trying to get away (utopia)

"how long have u known?" "ever since i ran away from you. good luck" (utopia)

10 looking back at jack + jack winking after he gets shot by the dalek (journey's end)

i can't breathe: jack coming back to life 8 billion different times

please don't say you love me:

"it's not easy even just looking at you, jack" (utopia)

"its like when u fancy someone and they dont even know u exist, thats what its like. come on" "you too, huh?" (the sound of drums)

"and three very special people ive missed" "one of them was me, right?" (revolution of the daleks)

jack being weird abt ianto calling them a couple (children of earth)

"if it was going to be anyone, itd be you. but i cant" (legend of the sea devils)

You Know, THAT Scene (children of earth day 4)

"i think i need to do this next bit alone" (power of the doctor)

胸がはち切れそうで (mune ga hachikire-sōde; my chest is about to burst):

8 billion jack deaths

the scene with the hand (day one)

"earth 1892. got in a fight in ellis island. a man shot me thru the heart" (utopia)

9 / 10 about to regenerate (parting of the ways + the stolen earth)

one word from you and i would / jump off of this / ledge i'm on / baby:

various shots of jack on rooftops OR dying for the doctor

"i was much better off as a coward" (the parting of the ways)

"the right kind of doctor" (end of days)

jack keeping 10 from falling into the engines (utopia)

jack jumping off the roof (immortal sins)

didnt somebody fall off a cliff in the timeless children??? that

tell me "don't" / so i can / crawl back in:

jack obeying 10 and not shooting the futurekind (utopia)

the way jack looks at the daleks before he purposefully gets shot by them (journey's end)

just. all the times jack obeys the doctor

and i was so young / when i behaved / twenty five: jack and 9 in series 1

yet now i find / i've grown into / a tall child: jack realizing how to kill the 456 (coe day 5) + something something 13 timeless child etc etc

and i don't wanna go home yet: jack's childhood etc (adam) + 13 putting the pocket watch into the console (the vanquishers)

let me walk to the top of the big night sky: jack using the vortex manipulator to disappear (children of earth day 5)

anyway im SO fucking crazy.

#ari opinion hour #not bonff

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bunnyanqel · 3 months

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Pretend Just A Little (3)

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Summary: Maggie pretends to be Eddie's girlfriend for just one night.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, dirty talk, slight power imbalances (she's an employee & he's her boss's nephew), accidental voyeurism, public sex, exhibitionism, car sex

She could the tang of vomit at the back of her throat as she waited impatiently for Eddie’s reply.

It didn’t matter he was technically in a position of power over her, that he was still in fucking high school, that he was a drug dealer. None of it mattered. All that did was how much she wanted him, how feral and fucking desperate she was for him. She would crawl, if he asked.

She could feel her soaked panties clinging to her pussy, wet and cold against her swollen clit, as she watched him. Her nipples poked out of the fabric of her halter top, pebbled to diamond-hard points, and she saw how his gaze dragged over her, a physical caress, branding her.

“You—you want me?” he squeaked finally, his eyes round and awed, shock on his face. Absolute shock. And hunger, a dark-red flush his face. It spread to the tips of his ears and spread down his kissable, bite-able neck in uneven splotches. She wanted to add hickies to it and see the purple contrast the red.

“Always have. You’re—you’re very easy to like,” she said quietly as she came close, standing a few inches away. They were so close she could feel the heat of his chest, that Axe-and-marijuana smell wrapping around her. If she could bottle it and spray it all over things, she would. She’d steal his shit and inhale his smell too.

His tongue darted out and wet his dry lips as he watched her, equal parts intense and uncertain. The way he stood—hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched—struck her as small, as shy, nervous. It was a large departure from his large-than-life, theatrical display he’d been putting on all night, the same one that made her want to worship his cock with her tongue.

Christ, she was gone for him. If he asked her to get his name tattooed, she’d probably get a brand right over her heart.

She ignored the way the sight of his tongue jolted her poor clit and eased back, giving him space. Maybe she’d come on too strong, shown how desperately she wanted him. Maybe he was trying to find the words to let her down. “Eds, baby, say something.”

He puckered his mouth before glancing up briefly into her eyes and then turning his head away, shy again. Any self-confidence, any bravado, seemed to evaporate. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what?”

A muscle in his jaw twitched as he clenched his jaw and hunched his shoulders. That flush was back, darker than before, and she had to cut her palms with her nails to keep from cutting the distance between them to feel its warmth with her tongue. “This,” he grunted. “Sex, fucking, the devil’s tango, the horizontal—”

“Honey.”

He went stiff at her voice, nostrils flared, eyes squeezed shut, and her heartbeat wavered in her chest at the way he was minutely quivering. His pouty bottom lip trembled. It took her a second to realize he was bracing himself. Bracing for rejection or mockery, no doubt, and her heart broke.

She went to him, closing the distance, and gently pulled him into her arms. “Eds, baby, you don’t have to if you don’t—”

“Want to? I’ve been wanting you flat on your back and on my—my dick since I saw you, Maggie. It isn’t about want. It’s—you sure you wanna do this? With me? ’Cause I won’t be any good. At all. I’ve never—no one ever—” He choked off the words but she’d already gotten the gist of it.

“Eddie, can you look at me?” Her hands slid along his back, feeling the heat of his skin through his sweat-damp shirt, and then threaded through his wild, frizzy curls.

When he obeyed, she wanted to cry at the defeated, kicked puppy look in those big, brown Bambi eyes. “I would give my soul to take you through your first time. I’ll make it good, promise, baby. So if you’re with me?”

Her pulse pounded in her ears as she waited patiently for his reply. If he said no, she’d live and try to ignore the embarrassment of so thoroughly being rejected. If he said yes, she’d fuck the shit out of dorky, metalhead virgin body until she smelled like his cum and her pussy was shaped around the size and shape of his dick.

“Yes.”

She gave him a big, big smile before she leaned up and kissed him soft. Gentle. Chaste. You’d think she’d swallowed his cock in one go with the desperate, wet, choked little moan that he let out, his hands clawing at her hips, pulling her tight.

He wasn’t a good kisser, not by any means, but his enthusiasm made up for it. There was something so fucking sexy about his unabashed reactions, the way he pawed at her, pushed his quickly hardening dick into her belly button, dry-humping her. He might not have experience but it only meant that all of those cute little noises he made and the way he looked ready to cry when she pulled back, chasing after her with a desperate little sniffle, were all the sweeter.

“Can you unlock the van?” she whispered against the side of his salty neck and licked a stripe along the moles there, imagining a tattoo to trace. “Before we start, is there anything you don’t want me to do?”

“Nothing—nothing mean,” he mumbled as he fumbled the key out of his vest pocket and hurried towards the van. “Don’t—don’t be mean. At least, uh, not a lot?”

She slid her hand into his and smiled.

“Of course, baby.”

They reached the van in record time, and he yanked open the door, pausing only to glance back at her, uncertainty in his eyes.

Rolling her own, she followed him in and sat down straight on his lap, feeling the ridge of his cock push against her pussy. Even through their pants, it felt big and heavy and painful, and he hissed at the sensation.

As she rocked against him, sliding her hands beneath his T-shirt, she spoke. “To get some things out of the way, I’m on birth control but I also have condoms. I don’t mind going bareback but I completely understand if you don’t want that.”

He wasn’t even really paying attention, not that she blamed him. If he was grinding on her, she’d have a hard time concentrating too but she needed him to hear this so she stopped and pinned his hips with her knees when he tried to fuck against her through their clothes.

“Eddie, honey, listen to me, okay?”

His wild, feral gaze snagged on hers, and her cunt pulsed.

She dragged his hands to her bare back, his thumbs stroking over her stretch marks, and tried to sound as serious as she could sitting on his lap. It was kind of hard when all she wanted to do was get plowed. “I’m going to fuck you but first, I want you to feel my pussy, okay? If I do anything you don’t like, let me know immediately.” Leaning in, she wrapped him in a tight hug and felt his hands rub up and down her back, a little shudder shaking her when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Anytime you want to stop, just say the word.”

And so they began.

#eddie munson smut #bunny's writing #my writing #bunny writes

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babeydollx · 2 years

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2k Followers Celebration

Part 1 ;)

Oh my god I cannot believe that I actually hit 2k. It feels like I was just doing my 1k celebration. This is honestly crazy to me and I am so frigging grateful for all of you beautiful angels!

So for the first part of my 2k celebration, we are doing another prompt list! I ask that you only pick 3 prompts per request and please tell me if they are smut or fluff or else I can't write them!!

As far as characters, I will be writing for everyone I write for now so, you can pretty much pick anyone I write for or if your not sure of a character from one of them fandoms I write for then just ask me through asks or messages! Or if your not sure of a fandom I write for you can ask for that too!! :)

Smut Prompts

"Would you just shut up and kiss me already?"

"I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to fuck you senselessly right now."

"I don't want to hear your excuses anymore."

"I'm going to put some clothes on before you say anything else."

"Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious."

"Were you just... getting off?"

"Come here, you can sit on my lap until I am done working."

"God, I love it when you say my name."

"Ah, he's/she's playing hard to get. That's cute."

"She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips."

"You're not taking me to bed. Ever." "Who said it had to be on the bed?"

"Would you reconsider if I was sober?"

"Don't ruin the sofa!" "I'll just have to cum inside of you then."

"I know they're just stuffed animals but, doesn't it feel weird? It's like they're watching us."

"Please, remind me again why we are having sex behind a tree?"

"Do you think they could hear us through the tent?" "Yes we could."

"Can you help me with this zipper?"

"I see you've started without me."

"Wanna taste?"

"I'm going to show you what a real fucking is."

"You're so sexy when you're all hot and bothered."

"You're bigger than I expected."

"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?"

"I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that."

"How about you come help mommy/daddy out, huh?"

"The things that I want to do to you, baby."

"Were you dreaming about me again?"

"What do you mean not yet?! You can't expect me to not cum when you're fucking me so good!"

"Crawl to me."

Dryhumping/Clothed sex

Heavy kissing/heavy makeout

Fucking in the office.

Fluff Prompts

"I just want to relax in your arms."

"You look really good in my clothes."

"You're the most beautiful being on earth."

"I wish you could see the way I see you."

“What are you doing?” “I was trying to make pancakes but it didn’t exactly work”

“Come on. I’ll show you how to dance”

“Is that … is that a dog?”

“I’m gonna need someone to kiss at midnight”

“Get on my shoulders, you’ll see better”

*Fogs up mirror and writes a message*

“Not to be drastic, but I would jump off of a cliff for you”

“You’re my new pillow”

“Of course I waited for you”

“I’ll always come when you need me to”

“I wasn’t sure which flavor you wanted so I got all of them”

"I got you these to make you feel better since I know you started your period."

“Keep it. It looks better on you”

“I’m gonna go take a nap, wanna join?”

“Hmm? Oh sorry- I kinda zoned out while looking at your face … what are we talking about?”

“I would kill for you- not another person or anything. I’d kill a spider or someone’s hopes and dreams”

“I can’t say no to that face”

“You are more than your flaws”

“I’m just waiting it out until later when I can crawl into bed and cuddle you”

“Ask anyone- since I met you, I’ve changed for the better”

“Anyone with eyes can see how beautiful/talented you are”

“Ugh our kids are gonna be awesome”

“I saw this earlier and I thought of you”

“You’re leaving already? Nooooo~”

“I would give all of this up for you”

“Stop worrying about you? Stop worrying about you?! I can barely stop thinking of you!”

“Don’t move - I’ll get it for you”

Two people going grocery shopping together.

"We're having a baby!"

So, I did less prompts this time since there is a second part to this celebration! I can't wait to see your guys requests!

Tagging people below :)

@pankowforlife @wannabestarkeysgirl @adventuresinobx @smokingbeersdrinkingweed @strokesofstokes @bethoconnor @gillybear17 @valeriiecameron @blueicequeen19 @hoebx @cecewriting @outerbankspov

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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i love your pretending to give the haikyuu boys head that genuinely made me smile 🥺 (if you're doing requests do you think you could do that with the aot boys if you haven't already? I know for sure porco would break)

Pretending to give the Attack on Titan Boys head prank

Attack on Titan Boys Headcanon

Warnings: NSFW Content

Authors Notes: Bdkalalal you’re absolutely right Porco would just stand there like 🧍🏻“You deadass rn?” He’d be so mad PLEASE

EREN JAEGER

He’s probably on his phone, watching TikTok too LMAO

You have headphones on tho and Erens just playing his shit out loud, so he doesn’t see you watching the prank

As soon as you see it, a grin forms on your face and you decided to try it

Dropping a random hair tie, you fall to your knees right in front of Eren’s dick

This mf is so cocky, immediately putting down his phone and chuckling

“You wanna suck me off, huh baby? Always trying to please me,” He smirks and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes at him

“I’m just picking up a hair tie,” You tell him nonchalantly, rising again and grinning at Eren’s shocked face

“W-What?” You burst out laughing as his face completely falls, “So you’re not-”

“It’s a Tiktok prank, babe,” You tell him, “You of all people should have seen that coming. You’re literally on the app,”

Good luck LMAO now Eren’s all pouty and refusing to cuddle cause you’re quote on quote, “Mean to him.”

LEVI ACKERMAN

So Levi’s just chilling, doing some stuff for work when all of a sudden you come in when a sly idea

His biggest mistake was leaving you alone, bored and on TikTok cause suddenly you have a sly idea

Going into his office, you knock quietly before entering

“Do you need something?” He asks without even looking up, too focused

“Just this,” You give him an innocent look and then drop to your knees, crawling under his desk and blinking up at a shocked Levi

“What are you doing, brat? I’m working,” He tries to sound annoyed but you can tell he’s interested from the way he’s shifting closer to you

“What? I’m just grabbing my pen you stole from me,” You grumble suddenly, holding it up and smirking

Levi’s eyes narrow

“Oh really?” He knows for a fact that wasn’t what you were doing, and the feign innocence in your eyes proves it

“Yep. I’ll be going now- have fun~” You sing, but Levi stops you before you can leave

“I don’t think so,” He growls, the paperwork suddenly forgotten as he zeros in on you. “Get on the desk. It’s time I took a break, don’t you think?”

REINER BRAUN

Don’t do this man like that

Reiner is stressed as it is, and you know blowjobs are his absolute favorite

But let’s just say you’re evil like that and decide to try it one day

Reiner’s on the couch, just doing whatever Reiner does and suddenly he sees you come into the living room with a shy smile

He knows something is about to happen, as your phone is in your hand and he’s pretty sure you’ve been scrolling on TikTok for a while now

But still, even though he’s prepared when you lean down in front of his dick, he still freezes up

“Babe? What are you doing?” He tilts his head to the side as you give him an innocent smile

“Nothing. Just this,” As soon as you push your hair out of the way Reiner’s eyes are wide, staring at you like really? Now?

You blink innocently and bend a little further, placing your hand on his thigh for dramatic effect. But just when Reiner starts to relax, hands slowly snaking down to you, you bend a little further, pick up the remote, and get up

“Just thought we could watch a movie together,” You tell him, trying to stifle your laughter at his shocked expression

“Okay,” Reiner blows out a breath, and he really is a trooper bc even tho he’s lowkey disappointed he won’t bug you

However, you start to feel bad the more he actually goes along with it, watching the movie you picked with no complaints, only shifting a little here and there

Halfway through, you can tell he’s still horny so you sigh and decide to give him the real thing this time

“Oh? I thought it was a joke,” He chuckles as you get on your knees and tug on his sweats

“Yeah but I felt bad. You’re patient even when you’re horny- it’s not fair,” You pout, knowing you’d never have the restraint that Reiner has

“Well if you insist...”

PORCO GALLIARD

The minute you do this prank be prepared for Porco to simply just pass away ™️

If he sees you getting on your knees he’s automatically excited, dropping whatever he was doing and immediately going to grip your hair

You can feel his fingers tugging on your locs and honestly, it’s kinda hard to continue cause this man is literally pulling you towards his dick 😂

But let’s just say somehow you manage to wiggle free and tell him that you were just reaching for something you dropped

His smug smirk literally just melts away and his jaw drops, not believing what he was hearing

“You mean you’re not sucking my dick?”

“What? No Pock I’m not.”

“But...why?”

PLEASE this man is so bold he’ll try to put you on your knees again but you run away, laughing

“Porco I said you’re not getting head why did you even think that?”

Please he’s so mad

Like...you really just played him like that

He’s like that, “Fine then good luck ever getting your pussy ate again,” and now you’re the one changing your tune cause he’s being straight up petty rn

ZEKE JAEGER

If you try this on him...good luck lmao. You clearly don’t value your walking abilities

Zeke is eyeing your ass the minute you come outside, where he’s smoking on the porch

Quite honestly you’re nervous cause there’s no telling how this man is gonna react, but you decide to try it cause the views am I right?

Anyways, the minute you get on your knees and look up at him Zeke is sitting up straight, smoke lightly hitting your face as he looks down at you

“You trying to start something?” He asks, raising his eyebrows and you gulp as you lean down, eyes flickering to the object under his chair, “Out here?”

“N-No,” You shake your head and then reach out to retrieve your shoes, glancing back up at him, “I left my slides out here. I’m about to go to the store, you want anything?”

It’s dead silent for moment as Zeke catches sight of your camera, everything suddenly clicking in his mind. Slowly, he stares at you saying nothing as finishes his cigarette, and then he stomps it out, rising from his chair

“Zeke...?”

“Come on,” He says suddenly, walking over to where your phone was and grabbing it. You gulp as his face appears in the camera, eyes rolling as he shuts it off and then pockets it. “Take them shoes off. You ain’t going to the store. There’s something you need to do first.”

“Oh shit,” You swallow thickly as realization begins to set in

“Oh shit is right,” He chuckles, “Next time, think twice about trying out one of your little pranks on me. Don’t let TikTok be reason you can’t walk the next morning.”

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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years

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could i please request a drabble with the "i hate everyone but them" with rafe or barry (or both) or topper, or really any obx character that you think would fit the bill? i am obsessed with your writing, that trope, and outerbanks and think it would be perfect

Thank you so much, baby xoxo

Author's Notes: If you give me option for Rarry, I will pick them every time. This somehow turned into a "Tease Rafe" fest...so...sorry if it got out of hand...I think it came back around. Let me know what you think if you have a moment. If you requested this - I hope you love it xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Smutty- ish * (daddy kink, biting/ marking, so much teasing, poly-relationship, dom! barry, tiny bit of jealousy? unprotected sex - please use protection, your choice which!)

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

If he could have, Barry would have left the Outer Banks years ago. If he had the foresight to what would have been coming his way when he arrived here, he probably would have never hitched a ride and let his roots grow.

He hated it here. At best he tolerated it. The people were stuffy and there was always something going on. Some sort of drama that he wanted no part of. The sense that the other shoe would drop was lurking around every corner, and he hated it. He never knew what to expect.

He was thankful for two people in his life that made the OBX seem less hellish, especially in the suffocating Summer. He couldn't believe he had been so lucky to have two people love him the way they did.

Barry was outside, just tidying up the yard for the first time in a few weeks. The Summer had been so hot. A stifling, almost unbearable heat that no one wanted to do anything outside. It was the first day in a long time that he made his way outside to kick around some of the branches and leaves that had fallen from the tree that shaded over the little hut they called home.

The windows of the small home were open, allowing the soft end of Summer breeze make it's way through the house and refresh the air within. As Barry made his way around the back of the house, near the bedroom they all shared, he halted as he heard a familiar giggle of Her.

"Rafe, don't!" Her laughed echoed over the property and into Barry's chest. He walked closer to the window at the back of the house and took a peak inside. He breathed out a smile as he saw his lovers rolling around on the bed together, as naked as he left them, tangled in sheets.

"I can't bite?" Rafe muttered as his hands disappeared beneath the sheets to pull her thighs up around his hips, his face buried in the crease of her neck.

"You leave big marks, baby." She breathed out as her nails pulled down his back to leave marks of her own.

Barry would never deny that he was usually the jealous type. If he was with someone then that person was hard-pressed to get time by themselves. He had a tendency to be a bit controlling, he knew that. So when the opportunity presented itself for him to be in a "throuple" he was beyond hesitant. He wasn't sure he had the capacity to share that love with two other people. He was afraid he would get jealous when it was just the two of them, and not him. But the deeper he got, the more he realized he loved being wrapped in the arms of two people. Or watching them together.

There was nothing he loved more than watching the two people he loved please each other, scream for each other while they begged for him to join them.

"You let Him bite. Why can't I?" Rafe growled as he pulled his face up from her neck and licked his lips, his weight held on his forearms.

Rafe Cameron, on the other hand, was a jealous son of a bitch who would never admit it. He would never admit that even if it turned him on, he was jealous when it was just Barry and Her rolling around in bed together. It made Rafe jealous that Barry could sink his teeth into her skin, and he couldn't. He was too rough, lost control in the heat of the moment too often.

"You know why, Country Club." Barry stated firmly as he tapped his knuckles firmly on the window frame to get their attention.

"Daddy, come in here with us." Her smile was wide as she turned over in Rafe's arms then crawled towards the open window behind the bed. She trailed her fingertips down the screen of the window as she sat pretty and naked in front of him, her neck covered in his own soft bite marks and a few of Rafe's harsher ones.

"Be there in a second. Don't let him bite you like that. Put him in that choke hold I taught you." Barry grinned sending her a wink, placing his palm flat on the dirty window screen before he walked away. As he brushed his hands on the legs of his coveralls his smile grew as he heard Rafe's yell through the open window.

Don't, baby! Ah - fuck! Why did he teach you this!

Barry made his way into the house once more, his lover's play fighting in the bedroom getting a little louder and a little closer. He washed his hands in the kitchen sink then took his time walking down the hall. He leaned against the door frame of their bedroom and breathed out a laugh when he found them tangled in bed again.

"Woman, what are you doing to him? That's not the move I taught you." Barry laughed, his hands in his pockets as his eyes scanned them on the bed.

She was perched on top of Rafe who laid on his back with his hands behind his back. She straddled the small of his back, sitting on his hands with one of her hands rooted in his hair as the other reached forward, walking across his chest.

"Came up with a new one." She smirked over at him as she gave Rafe's hair a pull, making him groan. Barry breathed out a laugh as he walked over to the bed, his hands resting on the edge of the mattress as he leaned over to be near her lips.

"You know, I think he likes it more than you think he does." Barry mumbled as reached a hand up to push some of her messy hair off her face.

"Dude, get her off me. She's stronger than she looks." Rafe groaned as he struggled under their girl, his neck strained to see what was going on above him.

"C'mon, Country Club. Seen you take down dudes bigger than her. You can do it." Barry taunted as he pushed himself off the bed, and rounded the mattress as he unzipped his coveralls.

"I don't wanna hurt her." Rafe breathed out, his response shaky and he clenched his fists underneath her as he turned his face, pressing his cheek against the sheets.

"You won't hurt me, baby." She cooed as she pulled her nails down his back to make him shudder.

"And if you do hurt her, I'll kill you." Barry grunted as he pulled his tank top over his head, and dropped it to the floor. He stepped out of his coveralls then crawled into bed with his lovers, kneeling beside their girl and Rafe while he squirmed.

Barry inhaled sharply as he saw the raised skin on her backside, the distinct mark of Rafe's teeth marked into her sweet skin. He shook his head as he leaned forward and grabbed the finely sculpted jawline of the boy face down on the bed as he whined.

"Left some nasty marks on our girl there, Baby Boy." Barry stated firmly, his eyebrows knit together as he scanned Rafe's face before he zeroed in on the exaggerated pout he wore.

God, he couldn't handle a bit of teasing. Even from Her, and she was the nice one in their relationship.

"M'sorry." Rafe muttered as he tried to pull his face out of Barry's grip, his feet kicked up behind him to try and knock the girl off of him as gently as he could.

"Be gentle. Got it?" Barry ordered as he removed his grip on Rafe's handsome face, but pointed his index finger menacingly at him.

"Understood." Rafe nodded his breath so heavy with anticipation, frustration, he thought he might pass out.

"C'mere, woman. Let the man catch his breath." Barry smirked as he sat up on his knees and held his hand out of for the woman still perched so pretty on top of Rafe's back. When she took his hands, her body turned towards him, Barry tugged her off of Rafe and into his arms.

"You smell like sweat and dirt." She whispered, her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly as he placed her in his lap.

"Thought that's what you liked about me. That, and I keep this one in line for us." Barry nodded over her shoulder towards Rafe who was slowly sitting upright, pushing his hands through his hair with a huff.

"I help, too." She replied with a quick look over her shoulder at Rafe before she turned back to Barry and tugged at his hair, pulled back and falling out by the second.

"Got a different technique than me, but yeah." Barry chuckled as he ran his calloused fingertips down her soft spine and watched intensely as her eyes closed, and her hips rocked in his lap.

"But yours is the best." She shivered as she pressed her own fingertips to his jawline, her forehead dropped to his as she bounced in his lap a little.

"Think so?" Barry muttered as he held on to her hips as she rolled them in little circles. He could feel Rafe's eyes on them, the jealousy rising in the younger man and mingling with the frustration.

"Yes, Daddy." She whispered as she wrapped her hand around the necklace that hung low on his chest.

"Baby Boy is a little jealous. You look so pretty bouncin' in my lap, but all he got was his hands behind his back." Barry teased as he pressed one of his hands flat against her back as the other lazily beckoned a sour looking Rafe over to them.

"Not jealous." Rafe grumbled as he propped himself up on the pillows next to Barry, propped against the wall under the window. He let their girl reach her hand out to him, her hand over his heart as she shifted in Barry's lap.

"You are, baby. Don't be. I love you both." She whispered, eyes wide as Barry reached between them to guide her down onto his manhood that had been pressing at her entrance.

She gasped as Barry settled inside of her completely, releasing a throaty groan of his own. She wrapped one arm around Barry's neck to bring his head down to her shoulder as the other hand slowly walked up Rafe's chest to his handsome face, and thumbed at bottom lip.

"Kiss me. Don't pout, or I'll sit on your hands again." She breathed out with a smile as she ran the pad of her thumb over Rafe's bottom lip while she followed the rhythm Barry created for her.

"Had your fun. Gonna put your hands behind your back next." Rafe growled as he bit at the tip of her thumb, then surged forward to kiss her lips. She gasped into his mouth as Barry hit that sweet spot inside of her and Rafe couldn't help but moan, too.

"So pretty. Does it feel good, sweetheart?" Rafe breathed as he reached for her hair and gave a soft tug. He watched as her eyes rolled back, Barry's groan bouncing off the bare walls of the house as she circled her hips a little wider, a little faster.

Days when it was just the three of them together, nothing but their love surrounding them, were seldom these days. It seemed there was always a problem around a corner for them to face, but Rafe knew they could face it together.

"Love you." She whispered as she tugged at the gold chain around his neck to bring him in for a kiss.

"Love you, too. Both of you." Rafe grunted as he pressed his lips to hers over Barry's shoulder.

Barry groaned with his release, pulling her off of his lap to rest her on her back as he leaned into Rafe. As he released a heavy breath he took a few seconds to recover, and take in his surroundings.

He fucking hated the Outer Banks. Big houses with fake people inside them at the centre of the island, while people on the outskirts starved trying to make ends-meet. But the people in his bed? He hated everyone but them. He loved them. He would die for them.

"Alright, woman. Get up. Teach you how to put Baby Boy in that choke hold again." Barry smirked, his bottom lip tucked under his silver tooth as he extended his hand to the girl to pull her up once more.

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In Need of a Breath

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4007

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo, Feelings, Another PTSD Flashback

A/N: So…Part 4 is going to have a couple parts to it. Maybe even three. I didn’t even make it half way through the episode on this one, mainly because I really wanted to fit in the Reader’s backstory and I wanted her and Sam to have a heart-to-heart again. I’m suuuuper tired, so I probably won’t be posting the next part for another few hours (it’s 5 am right now and I haven’t slept), BUT it’s my day off work and I won’t be doing anything I planned because my grandmother had a stroke a couple days ago so plans have changed and I’m staying in to help her, meaning I’ll mostly be writing all day.

This Part is kind of a mix between off-screen and shot-by-shots, but it’s mostly off screen/what’s going on inside Reader’s head.

I’m really excited about future parts and the characters that are being introduced! I will say that after these parts, I will be doing one shots of previous MCU movies with the Reader, due to the information that is being given about the Reader now. You kind of see more of how she was affected/how she affected the previous MCU movies and what she was doing during that time.

Like always, this hasn’t been beta’d, again it’s SUPER early in the morning, and I’m really tired, so please excuse any mistakes! I hope you guys enjoy this part! Stay tuned for more to come later today!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

“You know…I’m really starting to regret saying yes to this.” You huffed out, craning your neck and squinting your eyes against the sun as you stare at the facility in front of you, hating the skin-crawling feeling of being back.

“Would you relax? Whenever you’re nervous, I get nervous, and I don’t wanna be nervous about this.” Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“Do either of you have a better plan?” Bucky grumbled, crossing his arms.

Gnawing on your lips, you finally take the lead and breathe out, “alright. Let’s go then.” You could feel the hesitance from your - what were they? Partners? Coworkers? Teammates? - the fellas before they started after you.

There was a sick twist in your gut as you entered the building, going through the lobby and security.

You had been there.

You had been there when Zemo impersonated Bucky. You had been there when Zemo unleashed the Winter Soldier at the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre Building in Berlin. You had been there during the battle at the airport. You had been there when Zemo turned Tony and Steve against each other in Siberia. You had been there when Zemo tore the Avengers from the inside out. Your family. The only family you’d ever known.

But you’d always been good about pushing your personal feelings aside for the sake of the mission. It’s what you’d been born to do. All you ever knew.

“Hey. Doll. You hear me?”

“Hmm. What?” You looked up from the ground to look into those enchanting blue oceans Bucky had for eyes, staring worriedly down at you, eyebrows pinched and forehead creased.

“I’m going in alone.” You frowned, opening your mouth to argue, but he shook his head. “Sam already agreed-”

“I didn’t necessarily agree-”

“You’re an Avenger, sweetheart.” Bucky tilted his head, speaking softly, those eyes of his worried. Worried for you. It made your stomach flip. “And you were there in Siberia, and that almost makes it worse. Especially considering you went after him. Just…just let me do this, okay?”

You cracked your knuckles nervously as you thought. It was a terrible idea. But it was an idea. And it was all they had. “Okay.” You finally relented, shrugging as your hands hit your thighs and slid up to your hips. “But don’t do anything stupid.”

“Steve took all that with him.”

Knowing about their little inside joke, you scoffed. “Sure he did. Go before I change my mind.”

You watched him walk down the hallway, hands fidgeting with excess nerves. “I think you’re the only one he actually seeks approval from.”

“Good thing I’m so lenient then, huh?” You joked, turning to Sam with a strained smile. Your smile slipped at the curious expression on Sam’s face, his eyes darting to each of your features. “What?”

“Are you doing okay?”

You groaned, throwing your head back. You thought you got out of talking about your feelings back in Baltimore. “Oh my God, Sam-”

“I’m serious. You…you just don’t seem like yourself.”

You shook your head, looking down the hall to where Bucky disappeared before turning back to him. It was weird to have a self that people recognized. Your whole life you’d been searching for it and when you finally found it…everything went to shit. “Honestly, Sammy, the only time I’ve ever felt like myself was with the team. Zemo took that away from me and now we’re here, practically begging him for help.”

Sam hummed, leaning against the wall. “Have you thought of taking a break?”

“What?”

“A break.” At your bewildered look, he rolled his eyes. “Cher, this time last year most of us were dead. This time a few months ago you found out about Wanda. This time last week you were out looking for her. Maybe you should just stop and take a breather.”

Shoving your hands in your pocket and looking at the floor, you couldn’t help but snort at his advice. “I haven’t taken a breather since I was eighteen.”

He clicked his tongue. “That’s my point. FBI academy as soon as you graduated. SHIELD recruit by 21, undercover operations leader by 24? Slow down. You’re in your thirties. Next thing you know, you’re gonna be ninety something, lying on your deathbed, wishing you had stopped to smell the roses.”

“If I live to be ninety, shoot me.” He chuckled in amusement. “I’m so fucking serious, Sam. I will not be put in an old folks home to play Bingo and be pushed around in a wheelchair. It ain’t happening.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” There was that infectious smile, which you unconsciously grinned back at. “Y/N…I’m serious. You’ve been in and out of missions since you were a teenager. What’s the shortest undercover operation you’ve done?”

“I dunno.”

He gave you an unimpressed look. “Yeah you do.”

Licking your lips, you turned away and shrugged. “A couple months. Seven weeks and three days, to be precise. September to October in 2012.”

“And the longest?”

“August 2007 to May 2009. Twenty one months.”

Letting out a puff of air through his nose, Sam pushed himself off the wall and caught your chin between his fingers to make you look at him. “That’s nearly two years under cover. And I’m sure you went right back under after-”

“I was sitting at a desk for four months doing paperwork on it.” You defended yourself.

He shook his head, brows knitting together, lips drawn down. “You say that as if four months is enough time.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Sammy. I’m out. I’ve been out since Ultron and Sokovia. I haven’t been under in almost a decade-”

“A decade half the world was dead for half of-”

“I wasn’t!”

“I never said you were.” Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. You were always amazed at his ability to keep his emotions in check. To stay cool under pressure. Sometimes you forgot how experienced he was with dealing with other people’s trauma. It was no wonder why Steve thought he’d be good for Bucky. “Listen. All I’m saying is once this is done…don’t go diving back into searching for Wanda. Don’t go running to the kid every time he calls - and I know you’ve been doing that-”

“It’s just been homework and stuff-”

“Y/N.” You stopped, biting your lip at the stern look he gave you. “Go home. Order take out. Binge watch TV. Go for a jog through the park. Actually meet your neighbors. Go grocery shopping. Just…live. If only for a couple weeks. Don’t worry about anyone else. Don’t pick up the phone, don’t drop everything because someone needs you. You need you.”

“I-I…” You shook your head, looking at him, sincerely apologetic. “I can’t. I wish I could. But I can’t. I’ve never had one normal day in my life. I’ve never had someone to care for, never had someone to care for me. I can’t let people I’ve come to…I can’t let them think I don’t care. I don’t even know where I’d go.”

“Whaddya mean?”

You winced, not thrilled for his reaction to your next statement. “I, uh, I sold my apartment in D.C.”

He gaped at you in complete disbelief. “You got it in December!”

“I know, I know. I liked it. I really did, but…I dunno. Nomadic life has always suited me better. It’s what I grew up with.”

He took a breath, making you cringe again. You don’t think you’ve ever legitimately gotten on his nerves like this before. “Have you ever thought that, instead of going with the flow and jumping place to place, putting down roots might actually help?” He cut you off before you could say anything, holding up a finger to stop you from talking. “I can’t imagine going from foster home to foster home like you did. I can’t imagine not having a home for as long as you can remember. Louisiana’s my home. Always has, always will be. But I understand your life has been anything but stable. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why you need some stability.”

You clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. “The Avengers were my stability. Steve was my stability.”

“Because you loved him.”

“I’m not doing this with you again.” You turned to walk down to the lobby to wait for Bucky there, but Sam caught your arm.

“You were in love with him! It’s okay! You two were super close! No one would blame you! Why won’t you just admit it? I’m trying to understand! Why won’t you-”

You tugged your arm away, finally snapping at him. “Because he could never be mine, Wilson! Is that what you wanna hear?!” Sam took a step back at your exclamation. You closed your eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat and pushing down the tears. “He could preach all he wanted about moving forwards, Sammy, but we all knew he was stuck in the past. He visited the museum every Thursday because her interview showed in his exhibit on Thursdays. He carried around that broken compass because her picture was in it.” You looked back up at him sadly, shrugging. “And I get it; it’s hard to move past your first love. I get it because…that’s what he was to me.”

There was a silence that blanketed the hallway, before he spoke up hesitantly. “What about Bucky?”

“I thought - I thought I was projecting my feelings for Steve onto him because I knew Steve couldn’t ever…”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You thought? What do you think now?”

You cleared your throat. “I’m still figuring that one out.”

“If you ever need to talk, I’ll be here.”

You chuckled, nodding slightly towards him. “Back atcha. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you not being yourself lately, either.”

“It’s…a tough topic.”

You nodded in understanding. “Just know that I’ll support every decision you make as long as you think it’s the right one. Because I trust you. Steve trusted you. It’s all we can do to try to do what’s right. That’s what makes you a good man, Sammy. He gave you that shield for a reason, and if you think what you did was right…I’ll stand by it.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, calming down in each other’s presences and taking comfort knowing you’d be there for each other through thick and thin. “Thank you, cher.”

“Of course, Sammy. Now let’s go see what’s taking the old grump so long.”

He laughed at that, nodding in agreement, taking your offered hand and squeezing it as you made your way down the hall.

****************

“What?”

Bucky eyed you as you spluttered, coughing on the water you were drinking. “Please don’t choke, doll.”

“Break him out of jail?!” You repeated his words and blinked at him, absolutely baffled by his plan. “Oh my God.” You groaned as Bucky and Sam started arguing, moving your flashlight around the room. “Where the hell are we?” There was no response as they kept going back and forth.

“Zemo’s gonna mess with our minds! Especially yours! No offense.”

“Heelllloooo!” You tried again. “Where the hell are we?!”

Bucky turned on the lights, giving Sam a look. “Offense.” Glancing at you he quirked an eyebrow. “Stop worrying your pretty lil’ head, sweetheart. You trust me, dontcha?” Your breath hitched at his words. You quickly recovered, huffing and pouting - although you’d deny ever pouting - and crossing your arms. You stood between the guys like that, eyes darting to whoever was speaking, waiting for them to stop so you could actually think.

“Look. Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?”

You and Sam exchanged glances. “What did you do?”

“I…didn’t do…anything.” Bucky shrugged.

“How is it that you, one of the most deadliest assassins basically ever, are one of the worst liars I know.” You tilted your head at him, an eyebrow quirking up in confusion.

“Shush it you. Just, okay. The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element.”

The more you listened to Bucky’s “hypothetical”, the stronger the gut feeling telling you this was a terrible terrible idea got. You brought your hands up to your head, eyes wide as he spoke.

“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this. This is unnatural.”

You couldn’t help but agree with Sam’s words, your head falling back and your eyes closing. “Sweet Jesus. Listen, God, I know we don’t talk much these days, but please, please don’t let this not be a hypothetical. I’m fucking begging you.”

A noise to your right made your head snap over. “Oh hell to the fucking no!” You shook your head as Zemo himself walked in, wearing a prison guards uniform. “Uh-uh! No way! Bucky, this was not part of the plan!”

“What did you do?!”

“We need him!”

“You’re going back to prison.”

“If I may-”

All three of you faced him, simultaneously shouting, “no!”

You held your face in your hands as your head dropped, shaking back and forth, your eyes squeezing shut, tuning them out for just a minute to think. Bucky had a point. The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that, and the Avengers were technically disbanded, which was Zemo’s whole objective in the first place, but…God. You were good at compartmentalizing, but not that much. You were willing to put your feelings aside for the mission so Bucky could talk to him. Not for you to work with him. But he had connections, you knew he did, and he had information…

“Doll?” You looked up, Bucky anxiously licking his lips as he met your gaze. “I need you to say something.”

You looked to Sam, who shrugged, gesturing to Zemo. “What do you think?”

What did you think? What did you think?! You thought that it was the worst idea in the history of ideas and you should turn back and find another way! But…you knew this was the fastest, probably most reliable way to get information that you needed.

Dammit, since when were you the deciding factor?

You sucked in a breath, looking over Sam’s shoulder at Zemo, who lifted his hand in greeting. You raised your eyes to the ceiling, pointing your finger accusingly. “This is why we stopped talking.” Gaze dropping to the still waiting fellas, you gnawed on your lip, before hissing out, “ffffine…” Running a hand through your hair, you threw your hands up as you shrugged. “Fine. Okay. Fine.”

“Okay.” Sam nodded, taking charge again.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Except, that was a lie. You could. You’d seen weirder. You’d experienced the impossible. Lived through the unbelievable. This…this was completely imaginable.

Which is why, with a lot of hesitation and very little confidence in this plan, you followed Zemo through the auto shop you were in until you reached a large room with a ton of different old cars.

Bucky’s hand found yours as Zemo explained what the plan was, rather vaguely, in your opinion, but at least he was explaining. Point for him. Not that it would make up for the level of distrust you held for him, but it was something.

You looked up at him, giving him a puzzling frown. He usually only grabbed your hand in front of other people when he was feeling anxious. Which, yeah, he had a right to be anxious right now, but it wasn’t the right kind. The type of anxiety caused by large crowds and loud noises, ones that startled him and threw him into a defensive mode.

But the look on his face made you squeeze his hand in reassurance. He was pouting, staring at you although he did something wrong - a puppy that tore up a pillow - and all you wanted to do was give him a hug.

“You’re mad at me.” He mumbled as the four of you headed out with Zemo in the lead.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah you are.

“Bucky, I’m not mad.”

“Listen, if I had a better idea I wouldn’t-”

You brought your linked hands up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his gloved knuckles. “I’m not mad.” You repeated more firmly. “It’s just…a lot for me, right now.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, Buck, I-I just…” You thought about your and Sam’s earlier conversation and suddenly understood what he meant. “I need to breathe for a second.”

His features twisted into ones of uncertainty, eyes squinting as you stepped outside. “Do you…do you wanna leave?”

You shook your head, tugging his arm to stop him and grabbing the sunglasses on his collar, slipping them over his eyes. “No. I just need some time to think. Hopefully the plane ride to wherever the hell we’re going will give me that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, James. I’m sure.”

He lowered the glasses on his nose to scan you over the frames, before nodding and sliding them back up. “Okay. You ready for this, then?”

“No.” You breathed, turning back to where Zemo and Sam were still walking. “Let’s do this.”

*****************

Climbing onto the private jet, you raised an eyebrow at Sam, who shrugged, giving you a bemused expression. A Baron…huh…who knew? You feel like you should’ve, yet there you were.

You sat besides Bucky, across from Zemo, crossing your legs and leaning back while staring at him through narrowed eyes.

His butler seemed nice, which made you even more suspicious. You obviously didn’t know as much about Zemo as you wanted to. It was a habit you picked up after years of undercover work; once the mission was complete, that was that. There was no looking back on it. No sitting on it. It was over and you moved onto the next one. It was a bad habit in cases like this.

The moment you spotted the notebook over Zemo’s book you knew something was going to happen, yet you still flinched when Bucky lunged at him, grabbing his throat. You leaned back in your seat again, steadying your now racing heartbeat. You decided you were too tense, trying to relax your muscles as Bucky sat back down in his seat.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book.” Sam seemed so proud of himself that something he recommended was written in Steve’s little book and it made you smile.

You remembered that; Steve and you were supposed to meet up for coffee after his run, but Fury called him in so you rescheduled it for when he got back. He asked you about Marvin Gaye. For your opinion. You told him to check it out and make his own.

You remembered asking him about that little notebook of his, and he just shrugged you off telling you about his list. He would read items off to you, but he never let you read the book yourself. You never found out why, and you supposed you never would now. The thought made an ache behind your ribs that you’d come to familiarize yourself with appear.

You smiled a little more as Zemo and Sam told Bucky how awesome Marvin Gaye was. “C’mon, baby. Back me up.”

Chuckling, you looked at Bucky. “They’re not wrong. But,” you quickly added before Bucky could whine at you, facing Sam again. “Neither is Buck. I mean, c’mon. You can’t find music like the 40’s anymore. Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Benny Goodman, Fred Astaire. Ol’ Blue Eyes himself.”

“Thank you.” Bucky grinned at Sam, who rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay. But, I mean, c’mon! Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”

“I like Marvin Gaye.”

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.”

Your face fell as Zemo started talking about Steve and icons and Red Skull, your mind once again slipping away from reality.

“Kids love you.” You giggled as you finally made it out of his exhibit. You’d wanted to show it to him since he moved to D.C., and you’d finally got an opportunity after coming back from being undercover for ten weeks. “You’re their hero, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just trying to do what’s right.”

You nudged him, scoffing at his answer. “You’re too humble. You’re a national icon, you know.”

Steve shrugged, looking around the museum at the planes surrounding them. “I never wanted to be.”

“Why not? Everyone loves you.”

“I’m sure not everyone loves me.” He rolled his eyes. “And…I just wanted to help. To fight. Protect my country and the people I cared about. I-I didn’t ask for…all that.” He waved behind his shoulder where his exhibit was getting smaller with each step they took away. “People were dying. Bullies were winning.”

You shook your head, spinning and walking backwards besides him to face him. “Sure, but you did that. And you became someone people could look up to in the process.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before asking, “why do you do what you do?”

“...because I’m good at it?”

“Honey.” He gave you a look. “Answer the question.”

You hummed in thought. “Because I couldn’t stand by, knowing there would be orphaned kids if I didn’t help any way I could.”

“Alright. Why do you do it in the dark?”

“Whaddya mean?”

He shrugged. “Why don’t you come out and take credit for all the lives you’ve saved?”

“Because that’s not why I do it. I don’t want that attention. I just want to know I’ve helped people. I’ve kept them safe.”

He gave you a soft smile. “I just wanted to beat the bully. I never wanted to be a dancing monkey, too.” You looked at him in a new light then, understanding where he was coming from. “Watch out, honey!” He grabbed you and pulled you aside before you could crash into a wall, arms wrapped firmly around your waist. He gave you that charming smile of his. “Wouldn’t want you hurting that pretty lil’ head of yours, now would we?”

“Y/N!”

You snapped back into the conversation, moving your eyes from the window to Bucky, who tilted his head, eyebrows pinched and eyes narrowed. “Sorry. So, Madripoor. That’s a fun place.”

You ignored the side eyed glances Bucky and Sam exchanged, Sam turning to you curiously. “You’ve been?”

“Once. Back in 2010 for a few months”

Zemo raised his eyebrows. “You’re lucky to have gotten out.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Lucky, maybe. Skills were a part of it, too, though.”

“Good.” Zemo nodded. “Because we’re going undercover…and if we blow it. We’re dead.”

You breathed out, shaking your memory away and getting your head back into the game. Because like the man you were severely wary of in front of you said, if you blew this, you were dead. And, sure, you didn’t want to live until ninety, but you weren’t even half way there yet. So dammit if you were going to die soon.

“Hey.” You looked over at Bucky’s murmur, his head tilting as he grabbed your hand and pulled you from your seat closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Are you okay? You know you’re going to have to be-”

“I know.” He nodded. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “I’ll be fine. Just…tell me right now if you need to step out for this one.”

You gave him a smile that you knew he didn’t buy, just by the slight narrowing of his eye, his lips pressing together. “No. No, I’m good for this. If you think I’m gonna let you two idiots go into Madripoor with him - alone - oil that cyborg brain of yours, because there’s no way.”

He squeezed your hand, eyes still filled with uncertainty. “Are you sure?”

“If there’s even a slight possibility that I can protect you, then yeah. I’m sure, Buckaroo.”

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ prompt: "I got you breakfast. I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn." / "Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."

♡ pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / I was listening to Theme from New York, New York by Frank Sinatra and felt like it fit Percy so well. I feel like all of Percy's vibe just screams Frank Sinatra in some way.

you always found it odd that so many kids from the Aphrodite cabin had told you that they felt you and Percy were bound to be together. at the time, you found it almost offensive considering he was dating Annabeth but a few months after, you along with everyone else heard that they had broken up.

you felt like you weren't within your rights to ask why they broke up, even if he was your close friend, and just waited until he told you himself. you found it surprising. everyone in the camp felt as though Annabeth and Percy were going to make it all the way to marriage but when he told you that they had fallen out of love, you sat in shock.

it had been a few months since then and while they remained friends, you could tell Annabeth was already going on a few dates herself, to which you felt happy for her. all the while, Percy hadn't seemed interested in anyone. you knew a lot of people would fall at the knees to date him but you couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't accepted any.

"whatcha doin'?" you heard Percy ask, practically barging into your room. you looked up from your notebook, shaking your head, "not much, why?" you asked. he pulled something out of his pocket, "my mom, Paul, and I are going to watch the Yankee's game and we have a spare ticket. wanna come along?"

you smiled, immediately getting up and pushing your chair in.

"hell yeah I want to go! lets go Jackson," you said, kicking him in the back of the leg as he passed you the ticket. you saw the time and stood confused, "the tickets say seven and it's only three?" you asked. he pushed you along as the two of you walked out of the camp.

"my mom wants to catch pizza before the game. she claims we haven't spent enough time together lately."

you giggled, "please, that's so sweet. being the daughter of Ares, it's not exactly something he'd want to do....ever," Percy shoved you but didn't press it any longer. he knew your dad was an asshole and so were all your siblings and he meant that in the most respectful way possible.

the subway ride to Percy's mom's place was filled with you and Percy talking about anything and everything. you knew Percy could've told any of the boys to come along so you found it a bit endearing to know that he picked you to come along. you were also meeting his mom for the first time so you were a bit nervous on that end.

"my sister should be awake. she's usually up and trying to crawl around this time." your eyes widened realizing he was talking about Estelle. you knew she was only a few months old and meant that she was not walking yet, "oh my god, a baby!" you clapped happily as you walked up the stairs.

Sally's apartment stood at the very top of the building and you heard giggles coming from the other side of the door. Percy practically barged into the apartment, seeing Estelle on the ground as Sally tried fixing her onesie.

"hey mom!" he said bending down to grab Estelle as Sally stood up, " you must be ( your name ), nice to meet you," she said excitedly as she brought you in for a hug. you were taken back by the sudden hug but returned it, "nice to meet you as well. is that your daughter?" you asked, the itching feeling to wanting to hold her creeping up.

she nodded, grabbing Estelle and handing her over to you, "oh my god, you're precious. Percy, she's adorable!" you exclaimed, instantly making her jump in your arms. Percy gave you a smile as you looked to Sally, "is she attending the game? looks like she's ready with her little gear," you asked as you saw the Yankee's onesie on her.

Sally agreed, saying that she didn't want to separate from Estelle from too long. you helped Sally put Estelle's jacket and hat on as Percy and Paul spoke with each other, "she's so cute, I can't handle it," you tried not to squeal as Sally laughed, "fan of babies?" she asked.

you shrugged, "I wouldn't say fan but infants are just so cute," you gushed, squishing Estelle's cheeks. all of you walked out as you had her in your arms while Percy tried making her laugh.

Paul and Sally watched as they smiled to each other, "they'd make great parents," Paul murmured as Sally agreed, "not right now but in five years, I wouldn't mind seeing grandkids," you were paying no mind as you and Percy were in your own little world with his sister.

the ride to Yankee stadium was a short one as everyone was crowded around each other. all of you got quickly scanned in and sat towards the front of the crowd. you sat in between Percy and Sally as you had Estelle on your leg. you knew Paul and Percy were the bigger fans as you and Sally went along for the fun time. you knew the basics of baseball but you like Sally were confused on some parts.

the rivalry ran deep as the Yankee's were playing the Red Sox's and you could tell both of the boys were getting extremely into the game. Paul and Percy screaming to a few Sox's fans with words you were surprised that Percy even said in front of his mom. you looked over to Sally and started laughing as you heard both of the heavy New York accents coming out of them.

"I don't think I've ever seen Percy this invested in anything....ever," you murmured to Sally as she agreed, "he was a fan when he was a child but he was never like this," she replied as Percy stood up again, screaming at the top of his lungs that a player was safe.

both you and Sally remained talking amongst each other, briefly getting up to get drinks for the other two. you had offered to feed Estelle her bottle as Sally sipped on a glass of wine. you knew caring for an infant was hard but you knew that she birthed Percy, someone who was probably ten times harder to deal with as a baby.

"we should get going but the two of you should stay for the rest of the game. who knows when's the next time you'll get a chance to see a game," Paul and Sally told the two of you a bit later on. you nodded understandingly, "of course, thank you inviting me," you whispered as you gave Sally a hug.

she smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek, "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around a lot more so I'll see you later," you wondered what she meant by as she turned to tell Percy goodbye. you didn't bother to ask as you felt the New York breeze start to get colder. Percy could tell as you turned over to him, "would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It probably smells like you," you asked.

Percy didn't hesitate to take off his hoodie, placing it on your lap as you quickly put it on. you were drowning it as you smelled Percy's cologne right away. he had a ocean and wood smell to him. the game was in its eighth inning, the Yankee's leading the score with 10-8. you knew Chiron would want all of you back at camp before midnight and the ride back to the camp would be long.

"wanna head back, I can tell you're getting sleepy," you heard Percy whisper in your ear. you nodded, lifting your head from his shoulder as the two of walked out of the stadium. the stars littered the sky as there was no cloud in sight, "tonight was fun. your family is so cute," you told Percy.

he smiled, "I know, it took a long time to get us here," he murmured. you gave him a smile as you felt Percy slowly slip his hand in yours. you gave him a look as he tried to hide his blush, "aw, it's Theme from New York New York by Frank Sinatra," you told him as you squeezed his hand in approval.

you heard fans drunkenly singing along to the song on the subway as you and Percy laughed, "I want to be apart of it...NEW YORK, NEW YORK," both you and Percy sang, giggling with each other. Percy was holding your side as the subway was in complete shambles with everyone singing.

"If I can make it there, I'll make it practically anywhere, It's up to you, New York, New York!"

you looked up to Percy who was already staring down at you lovingly. you felt him bend down a bit, placing a kiss on your lips as you instantly returned it.

"And find that I'm number one, Top of the list, King of the hill."

the crowd continued to sing as you gave Percy a smile and snuggled closer to him. you heard the subway ding off the stop as you and Percy hopped off. you remained in Percy's side embrace as the two of you entered the camp. most of the campers were asleep as only a few scarce campers were still awake.

Percy dropped you off at the door of the Ares cabin, "thank you for today," you whispered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. he nodded, placing one back on yours as he grabbed your hand and gave it a quick squeeze, "we should do it again," he whispered back.

you agreed, opening the door and blowing him a kiss in return before shutting it. Percy stood in place for a moment before jumping in Breakfast Club style. he walked back to his cabin, a smile plastered on his face as he fell into bed, as happy as ever.

you woke up the next morning, all of your siblings already gone as you heard a knock on your door. you had fell asleep with Percy's sweater on and a pair of shorts as you released a yawn of sleepiness. you walked over to the door and laughed tiredly, seeing as it was Percy.

"I got you breakfast. I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn," you saw the bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and laughed as you grabbed it and sat on the steps of your cabin, "I appreciate it," you said, placing a kiss on his cheek, making his blush again.

#pjo x reader #pjo imagine #percy jackson #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x you #fic #percy jackson fic #heroes of olympus fic #heroes of olympus imagine

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bucksfucks · 3 years

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messing with a gemini | chris evans

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SUMMARY || chris is a gemini, so you should expect nothing less than snide remarks, witty charm, and mind-blowing sex.

PAIRING || chris evans x reader

WORD COUNT || 1,902 words

WARNINGS || banter, teasing, cocky!chris, definite praise kink, light choking kink, chris goes down on the reader, fingering, oral, drinking, unprotected sex, both smutty, soft, and teasing — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

NOTES || mmmmgmmgmgmgmgmg yeah

The sound of the door shutting can only mean one thing.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” you greet him, not turning around to face him.

“Sweetheart if you don’t learn to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, I’ll do it for you.”

Another snide remark, another sly smirk, and another roll of your eyes as Chris slides past you with a cup of tea in his hands.

“You couldn’t make me if you tried.” You spat back, narrowing your eyes at him as you watched him quirk an eyebrow; intrigued at your comment.

“Is that a challenge? Because you know I never back down from you.” He replies cooly, folding his arms over his chest before taking a sip of his hot drink.

“Ah yes, how could I forget,” you feign enthusiasm, “you’re a Gemini.” You deadpan and now it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

He kicks his foot off the wall behind him, “you didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.” He winks, brushing past your shoulder as you scoff.

He’s gonna out of your sight before you have the chance to say anything else, letting out an exasperated sigh as you will yourself to calm down.

“Hey!” Someone shouts through the trailer door, “can you run down to makeup for backup?” You don’t get to answer.

“Thanks!”

Before whoever it was slammed the door shut and you let out another frustrated groan.

You knew what you signed up for, you weren’t head of makeup. You weren’t even assistant head. No, you were one of the nobodies.

Someone they hire to run from one end of set to the other only to get yelled at for not having enough brushes or the right shade of a palette.

It was almost poetic.

“Hey, I’m here, what did you guys need?” You ask as you put on a fake smile and enter the makeup trailer.

The trailer where Chris is sat getting his hair done.

Your blood boiled, wasn’t he supposed to be a charmer? A sweetheart? Maybe he was just really getting into character?

“Can you sweep the floor and make sure there’s no more hair?”

You had to physically fight the urge to drop your face, “sure!”

You grabbed the broom, feeling embarrassed as you quietly sunk into the background as you felt Chris’ eyes on you.

A few medial, mind numbing tasks later and it was closing in on 2am. Your notification-less phone screen lit up the empty trailer you were left to clean up.

Not that you really minded.

You find solace in the only time of the day where things seem to slow down. You also didn’t hate being alone where you could listen to music and clean hairbrushes.

“So this is what you do after we cut.” The sound of Chris’ laugh startles you as you let out a soft yelp.

He has a soft smile on his face, almost unrecognizable without his beard.

“I thought I was alone,” you reply meekly, turning the volume lower on your phone as Chris shook his head.

“Oh, I know,” he laughs, “I don’t think anyone would be belting out Queen like that if they didn’t think they were alone.”

Once again, you feel embarrassed in front of him, shaking your head.

“Whatever,” you try to brush it off. “Did you need something?” You ask as he shakes his head.

“I was just checkin’ in on you.” He replies and you’re a little taken aback.

“Oh, well thanks, but I’m okay. Just finishing up cleaning.” You said with a tight lipped smile and a nod of your head.

Chris stands there for a second, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looks over his shoulder before clearing his throat.

“Well uh, some of the cast and crew are havin’ some drinks and pizza later, if you wanted to tag along.”

The invite makes your stomach drop into your lower belly as you open your mouth.

You have to take a moment to formulate the words.

“It’s getting pretty late, I think I’m just gonna head back to my hotel room. Parties aren’t really my thing.” You joke, lightening the mood as Chris cracks a smile.

“Sure thing, sweetheart. The invites always there,” he says before turning on his heels and leaving you to yourself.

Chris Evans was an enigma that you didn’t think you’d ever crack.

The soft knock at your door caused your neck to snap in its direction, uncrossing your legs as you slid off the too big hotel bed and looked through the peep hole.

It was hard to make out the figure, but it looked like...no, it couldn’t be.

“Chris?” His name slipped through your lips as you opened the door.

He beamed a smile as he held up a case of beer and box of pizza.

“Turns out, parties aren’t my thing either.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you moved aside to let him in.

“And you decided that coming to my room at,” you had to check the time, “3:16 in the morning was the logical thing to do?”

He set everything down on the coffee table before hopping onto your bed, “yup.”

You had to roll your eyes as you laughed, closing and locking the door as you stepped in front of him.

“C’mon kid,” oh, why did that do something to you?

“You work hard every day of the week, you deserve one night to not care about anything.” His words were gentle as he stood up to grab a beer.

“Want one?” He asked, holding a beer up as you replayed his words.

“Sure,” he was right, you do deserve a break.

You both took a seat on the small, uncomfortable couch in the room as you took a sip. Well, it was beer.

“So,” you broke the silence, “the Chris Evans doesn’t like parties?” You quirked an amused eyebrow as he laughed.

“Maybe I wanted to escape to see you, is that so bad?” He said, licking his bottom lip; not breaking eye contact.

You shook your head, “such a fucking Gemini,” you mumble as Chris smirks.

“What did I say about that smart mouth of yours?” He eggs you on, leaning forward and giving your knee a squeeze.

“I don’t remember.” You bite back, feeling your heart kicking in your chest as you feel his breath fanning over your face.

“Maybe I should teach you a lesson or two then, hmm?” He purrs, running his free hand up your neck and resting it there.

“I dare you,” you mumble, transfixed on the feeling of his warm hands on you.

The dominos fall and Chris’ lips are meshed with yours, the faint taste of beer on them as you wrap your fingers in the collar of his shirt.

“You know I never back down from a challenge,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you by the hand and leading you to the bed.

He pushes you onto it, the sheets around you as the weight of Chris’ body pushed you further into it.

“Ah ah,” he tsks when you let out a soft moan, “I thought I told you to keep quiet for me.”

You swallow thickly, throat dry and lips parted as you gasp when you can feel the weight of him between your hips.

“Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you be a good girl?” He purrs, absolutely knowing what it does to you as you writhe under him.

“Good,” he hums. “Now let’s see how good you are when I’m between your legs makin’ then shake.”

His wink doesn’t go unnoticed by you as your clothes are shed, his coming off until he’s left in nothing but his boxers.

There’s little left to the imagination, the outline of his cock clear as he wraps his hands around your ankles and tugs you down to the end of the bed.

You yelp, sliding off the pillows as he sinks to his knees, hungry eyes just waiting to taste you.

“Look at you,” he cooes, “drippin’ at the thought of me between your thighs?” He mocks, cocking his head to side as he keeps your legs open.

Chaste kisses are pressed to your inner thighs, gently as you try to stop the plea’s that are begging to slip past your mouth.

“You’re bein’ so patient for me too, good girl.” He praises, he breath over your core is hot as you grab for his hair.

The feeling of his tongue makes you moan and squeeze your legs around his head.

“Mmm,” he hums, “that good already?”

If he wasn’t buried between your legs you might’ve, just might’ve had the courage to roll your eyes.

His fingers tease your entrance as his mouth works over your clit.

There’s no holding back now.

You don’t care how loud you’re being, giving into the sensation as he works you to the edge, your legs shaking.

“You wanna come, don’t you, pretty girl?” Yes, God, yes.

“Well that’s too bad,” he taunts making you let out a whine.

“Not until I’m buried deep ‘side of you,” he grunts, quickly stripping off the rest of his clothes until he’s crawling back over you with a condom in his hand.

You’re still dizzy, slightly angry from your denied orgasm, but wanting nothing more than to feel him stretching you out.

“You think you’re ready for my cock,” he smirks teasingly as you feel him at your entrance.

You whine, bringing his lips to your but he stops you at the last second.

“Uh uh baby, I wanna hear you beg for it.” He taunts, nose brushing yours.

“Fuck,” you whimper, “please, just fuck me.” You beg, eyes meeting his.

That’s all he needs before he’s slowly sinking into you, watching your face contort in immeasurable pleasure.

“Feel so fuckin’ good,” he grunts, “so tight and warm.”

Your fingers dig into his speckled back, finding your ground as you dig into the soft skin as he thrusts into you.

Suddenly, the only think you can think about is how good this feels.

“My pretty girl,” he whispers, bending your one leg at the knee to get a deeper angle.

“Takin’ my cock so goddamn well,” he grunts, “gonna make me come.”

His words send a shiver down your spine as your walls flutter around him. He drops on one of his elbows, getting impossibly close to you.

“You’re gonna come too, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He teases, lips on yours swallowing every moan before you feel a hand around your throat.

“Look at me when you come, baby,” he purrs, applying just the slightest amount of pressure to the column of your throat.

“Wanna see you come for me,” he smirks, his thrusts getting harsher before you feel yourself giving into your orgasm.

Your body shakes as your mouth falls open, his name a breathy moan before you feel his hips stuttering.

He sounds exhausted after he spills inside of you, tumbling on top of you as you’re left in sweaty silence as you’re left with nothing to do but run your fingers through his dampened hair.

“Gemini or not, you’re what made me weak in the knees, sweetheart.” Chris whispers, eyes on yours as you feel a flutter in your heart.

“There’s somethin’ about you that I won’t ever grow tired of, that I’m sure about.”

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v-hope · 4 years

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With You

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, College!AU, established relationship

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Although trying to fight it, Jeongguk can’t help but become insecure about your relationship after your ex best friend starts filling his head with lies about you and Taehyung, his best friend who you just so happened to be out with that day. Good thing is, you’re right there with him to reassure him you want him and only him.

—Alternatively, the one in which during a heated make out session you find out your boyfriend is a virgin, and decide to help him get himself off.

Warnings: Heavy making out, light body touching (?), dry humping, confident Guk and shy/awkward Guk keep switching places, handjob, blowjob. And yup, Guk’s (still) a virgin.

A/N: Helloo, this from part 28 of my Social Media AU ‘Tiger Flower’, but I guess you can still read it if you haven’t read the full story lol. So this was supposed to be a 2k drabble like the ones I always write but I got a bit carried away 🤡 I hope you enjoy! 💕 ALSO, someone asked me to bold the beginning and ending of the smut part(s), so if you don’t wanna read the smut just look for the bolded words and skip what’s in between lol.

Running his hands through his face as the elevator’s doors opened, Jeongguk started walking through the hallway to his place, head lowered as he absently looked in his pocket for the keys to the apartment.

The conversation he had with Sooyeon was still going through his mind over and over. Although he had managed to sound confident enough through the texts they had exchanged and he had put her in her place —along with blocking her ass just like he had wanted to ever since the first time she brought you up into the conversation—, he could not deny her words did hit home.

Taehyung was definition of your type. Outgoing, talkative, funny, handsome. The life of the party, in other words. Something he was not, and something he would never be, considering he did not show up to parties at all if it wasn’t because he was either forced to by his friends or because you would be there.

Taehyung could most definitely show you a good time, whereas he, on the other hand…

No, fuck that. You were dating him. He was your boyfriend. He, Jeon Jeongguk. That was all he could find comfort in.

Then again, you were not with him right then. You were somewhere else with Taehyung. As friends, but still. And then again, just like he had a high school crush on you and found himself falling all over again three years into college, so had you with Taehyung right before dating him. Would it really be that hard for you to fall for him a third time when the two of you were still so close?

He shook his head, as if trying to shake his thoughts away. Don’t let Sooyeon get to you, Y/N’s with you for a reason. Don’t let Sooyeon get t—

“Hey…”

Before his head could keep on torturing him, your voice brought him back out of his small trance, fixing his wide doe eyes on you for two seconds before he took in his surroundings, only then realising he had already reached his apartment’s door.

Staring back at you, his eyes lit up.

“Hey,” he said softly. “What… What are you doing here?”

You shifted nervously in your place. “You sounded kinda off through texts, so I just wanted to check up on you”.

He nodded quietly, fighting the huge smile that was threatening with forming on his lips.

Because you were there. With him.

“You didn’t, um…” his eyes travelled to the door for a second before they were back on you. “Joon-ie hyung didn’t open the door for you?”

A small laugh escaped your lips at the way his eyebrows had furrowed, ready to fight his roommate for leaving you waiting out there for God knows how long. “I didn’t call on the door” you explained, causing his eyebrows to knit further together in utter confusion. “I didn’t know if you wanted me here at all, so I thought I’d just wait outside in case you wanted to be alone and asked me to g—”

Your words were cut off by a sweet kiss being pressed to your lips. Although taken aback the first second, you smiled when he cupped your face to press his mouth deeper against yours.

“What was that for?” you smiled once he pulled away, eyes still closed as you felt his nose gently bumping yours.

“I’m just happy you’re here” he breathed contently.

“That’s good to hear” you sheepishly admitted, resting your hands on his chest. “I honestly thought you would ask me to leave”.

He shook his head no, pecking your lips before he pulled you into his arms. “Don’t be silly, you know I always want to be with you”.

You took in a shaky breath, feeling all the tension you had been building up until then leave your body for good, and then wrapping your arms tightly around him as well. “Yeah, but you sounde—”

“Shh,” he hushed you, pressing a brief kiss to your neck. “I want you here”.

You let out another laugh, not only because of how happy his words made you, but because of the way he later grabbed your face once again to start peppering kisses all over it.

“Yah, Jeon Jeongguk!” you called him out in between giggles. “We’re in the middle of the hallway”.

He laughed, pecking your lips one last time before he pulled away. You just didn’t know how much it meant to him having you there with him right then when he needed you the most.

Without another word, he took his keys out of his pocket, like he had intended to minutes ago, and finally opened the door.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned around to look at you with a raised brow. “You’re coming in, right?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, since you ask so nicely…”

Rolling his eyes at your overdramatic ways, he grabbed your hand, pulling you inside his place with him, not giving you time to even take a look around as he dragged you into his room.

“I don’t even get to say hi to Joon?” you teased as you closed the door behind you and he went to lie down on his bed.

“You can go say hi if you want” he replied simply, resting his weight on his elbows so he could properly look at you.

“Nah,” you shrugged, watching his nose scrunch up as his lips parted into a big smile when you started walking towards him. “I came to see you after all”.

“That you did” he contently affirmed, that being all he needed to let go of his intrusive thoughts.

Letting his back fall on the bed once again, he stretched his arm out on the mattress for you to go over there. Without another word, you crawled in bed with him, resting your head on his arm just like he wanted you to, scooting closer to him when his hand rested on your shoulder, and then resting yours on his chest.

“So how was work?” you tried to initiate small talk, tenderly running your fingers in circular motions from his chest to his abdomen.

The sigh that had escaped his mouth let you know not so well.

Work itself had been alright . What happened afterwards when he was heading home and Sooyeon texted him? Yeah, that had been shitty as hell.

“I blocked Sooyeon” he let you know.

Your head snapped up. “Hadn’t you already done that?”

“From Instagram, yeah” he nodded. “I blocked her phone number now. It can be a little awkward tomorrow when I see her but it’s the last day of filming, so I couldn’t care less”.

Although wanting to laugh —because, let’s be honest, that new piece of information could only bring you joy—, you ended up pouting in confusion.

“Something happened?”

“The usual,” he took in a deep breath. “She was talking shit”.

You nodded understandingly. Although wanting to know the details, you understood he didn’t really want to talk about it, for otherwise he would’ve told you by then. So, you said nothing, settling for pressing a lingering kiss to his shoulder instead.

“Is that why you were upset?” you wondered.

Jeongguk stayed quiet, both in awe at how you could tell he wasn’t feeling his best just by a couple of texts, and once again upset at the conversation he had held with Sooyeon earlier that evening.

“Kinda” he tried to shrug it off.

You puckered your lips, stopping your soothing motions on his torso and resting your palm on it instead so you could support your body up as you looked for his chocolate eyes.

“Was it because I went out with Tae?”

The way his body had tensed was all the answer you needed. However, he surprised you by shaking his head no.

“It wasn’t… I mean,” he sighed, pushing his hair back with his hand. “You guys are friends, it’s okay”.

You stared at him intently. Maybe he claimed it didn’t bother him, but his eyes right then, which remained fixed on the ceiling instead of your concerned ones, told you otherwise.

Placing your hand on his arm and giving it a light squeeze, you leaned in to briefly press your lips to his cheek. “I’m sorry,” your sincere words managed to catch his attention. “I should’ve asked if you were okay with it”.

He shook his head no immediately, sitting up and resting his back on the headboard. “You don’t need to ask for my permission to meet up with people, petal”.

“I know, but,” you shrugged, sitting up as well by his side and focusing your eyes somewhere other than his. “Everything is still kind of recent, I should’ve been more considerate of your feelings. I’m just so used to hanging out with mostly guys that I forget I have a boyfriend now and you—”

You caught on the way he had —teasingly— raised up a questioning eyebrow, making you mentally go over the words you had just said and panic once you realised how wrongly you had worded them.

“Wait, no!” you tried to correct yourself immediately, as he could no longer hold his serious semblance and started laughing. “I don’t forget I have a boyfriend, I meant that I forget you might not be very fond of—yah!” you called him out when his laugh did no longer allow your words to be heard.

“I know what you meant, petal” he reassured you, grabbing your hand and gently running his thumb on the back of it. “You look so cute when you panic”.

“Aish, you’re so annoying” you crossed your arms over your chest.

Chuckling at your cute annoyance, he took advantage of your folded arms to pull you towards him by them, having you instinctively straddle his lap after his lips collided with yours.

“You’re really okay with it then?” you asked one last time, cupping his face as he opened his eyes; watching the way they smiled right before he nodded.

He trusted you. Both you and Taehyung. He really did.

He knew the two of you were just friends. After all, he had told Taehyung it was okay for him to hang out with you from time to time back when they had The Talk. And he was truly okay with it. It was just that he couldn’t help being insecure sometimes, and Sooyeon’s words had only managed to increase that feeling.

He needed some reassurance from you, that was all.

“Just…” he licked his lips as he tried to find the right words. “You want to be with me… right?”

You answered his question with a slow, lingering kiss. One that left him aching for more, lips slightly puckered when yours left their touch. “I’m with you for a reason, bun” you cooed. “I mean, I am your girlfriend after all, am I not?”

He smiled blissfully, still feeling a wave of heat run up his body whenever that word was mentioned in reference to you, as he was not quite used to it yet. “Don’t go forgetting I’m your boyfriend then”.

Just as a light laugh escaped your mouth at his mocking remark, he entangled his fingers in the hair at the back of your head to pull you back into his lips, resting one of his hands on your lower back as you wrapped your arms around his neck the way he loved it, slightly opening your mouth to give him easier access to it.

And maybe it was the loose fabric of the oversized hoodie of his you had kept and were wearing that day, that made it so easy for his hands reach for your naked body underneath, or maybe it was just the way he had been craving you for so long, what made him dig his hands inside of it without a second thought — fingertips hesitantly tracing your skin and thumbs drawing circles on your waist for a couple of seconds before they trailed all the way up to the hem of your bra, where they stopped in their tracks and travelled to your back instead, as he didn’t want to overstep any more boundaries than he already thought he had.

Earning a small protesting whine from him when your mouth let go of his, you surprised him by digging your own hands under your hoodie and grabbing his wrists, causing a shaky break to abandon his mouth when you placed his hands on your breasts, just like that, giving him the last little push he needed to do what he was dying to.

“You can touch me all you want” you managed to say a little out of breath, not having time to feel shy at your own words under his piercing stare before his mouth was once more smashing on yours.

Enjoying the spoken consent you had just given him, he wasted no time in cupping your breasts, smiling in between your kisses at the way they felt so perfect in his hands — imagining how much softer they would feel without the lacy fabric in the way.

Letting go of one of them, he placed his hand on your bare back to pull you closer against his chest, giving the one still in his hold a firm squeeze that had you moaning against his lips.

And right then, he felt something he had not quite felt before. It was the way he felt his blood boil and the way he wanted more. He wanted to hear more of that melodic sound. He wanted more of you.

Only, the next second, it was you the one making a raspy moan come out of his mouth, when you grinded against his lap, providing him the friction he didn’t know he needed so bad.

Removing one of his hands from underneath your hoodie, he cupped one of your cheeks to keep you steady as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, tongue tracing its outline so you would open up. Doing as he wanted, you felt his tongue pleasantly massage yours, deciding right then you also wanted to feel his bare skin against your fingertips, not letting any other second go by before your hands were already making their way inside his black sweatshirt, feeling goosebumps form on his skin as your faint touch inevitably tickled his abdomen.

Letting go of his mouth, you planted a kiss to his jaw before making your way down to his neck, getting a gasp out of his mouth when you started sucking at the sensitive skin.

With the intention of keeping you still on his lap as your hungry lips worked on his neck, he placed both of his hands on your hips — momentarily forgetting about his own strength and ending up pulling you down roughly enough for you to unintentionally rub once more against his already hardening member.

“Fuck” he rasped, feeling you smile agains his neck before you rolled your hips one more time just to get another moan out of him.

Not letting go of your hips, if anything grabbing them tighter, he turned both of you around so he could be in control now. With your head hitting the soft pillow, and still taken aback by his sudden actions, you allowed his needy lips to attack yours once more for a while before they peppered small kisses all their way down to your neck.

“Jeongguk” you moaned when he thrusted his hips against your center.

He smiled, loving the tone his name had just came out with from your pretty lips. Wanting more of it, he did it again, going back to your mouth right in time to muffle the moan that had just escaped your mouth, as you could not be anything other than grateful at the fact he had decided to wear a pair of dark joggers that particular day, allowing you to feel his stiff member with little to no restraints.

With one hand holding onto your hip and his other one making its way back inside your hoodie and up to your breasts, he cupped one of them — his thumb giving attention to your nipple by making circular motions over the thin fabric of your bra and having you bite your bottom lip to hold back a moan.

Losing yourself into his pleasant touch, you rested your hands over his back, wrapping your legs tight around his waist, pulling his hips once more into your center. A satisfied smile curved up your lips at the way he had to let go of your mouth and buried his face in the crook of your neck to muffle the quite loud moan that had just escaped his lips — thrusting into you one more time just as you rolled your hips up to meet him there.

Breathing heavily at the ongoing friction, you let your hands travel down to the waistband of his joggers so you could pull them down and feel him up.

And although for just a second, you felt his lips abandon the spot they had been teasing on your neck — an almost inaudible gasp escaping his mouth as his body tensed up.

That was all you needed to stop.

“What happened?” you worried.

“Nothing” he was quick to try and brush it off, going back to pepper wet kisses to your neck.

“No, Guk” you lightly pushed him off you, cupping his face in your hands so he had no choice but to look at you. “If you don’t want t—”

“I want to” he stated before you could even finish your sentence.

Fuck, he wanted to.

“Then?”

Jeongguk sighed in defeat, managing to break free from your hold and letting his forehead fall to your shoulder. “It’s embarrassing…”

Your eyebrows furrowed, not understanding where he was trying to go with this at all. “You can trust me”.

He took in a deep breath. He knew he could trust you. He knew you would never make fun of him for such a thing. However, to him, his lack of experience, especially since you did have some of it, could only be something he felt insecure about.

“Bun…” you tried to reassure him, wrapping your arms around him and planting kiss after kiss to the side of his head.

“I’ve never…” his voice came out muffled as he spoke against your shoulder, making it harder for you to hear.

“What?”

“I’ve never had...” he spoke louder this time. “You know…”

He found delusional how hard it was for him to admit it. He had never really minded, to be honest. Whenever his friends teased him because of it he would just brush it off. It wasn’t that he was not interested in having sex, he was a young man with many needs after all. And it wasn’t that he didn’t feel ready either —or well, that until that evening, because it was fair to say he was freaking out now that it was you the one he was about to be with—. It was just that no one had ever caught his attention the way you had. There was never someone he felt the need to have this kind of intimacy with, until you.

That’s why, unlike with his friends, he did mind when it came to you. It was hard for him to admit it to you because, although he knew you’d understand, you could always be disappointed at his lack of experience, and it was precisely not being good enough for you what worried him the most, what had made him hesitate before.

“You’ve never… had sex?” you softly finished for him.

He nodded shamefully, and for a good couple of seconds you couldn’t believe him. Yes, he had told you once he had never been on a date, but dates are different than sex. For starters, you didn’t need to really talk during sex, which was what you knew troubled him the most about dates and just meeting people in general. Besides, with a guy as handsome as Jeongguk, you had been positive he must’ve been with someone at least once.

However, opposite to the disappointed reaction he thought you would have, he found himself relaxing under your touch when you pressed a kiss to his head.

“Gotta say I can’t believe and am kinda disappointed that no one ever tried to jump your bones before” your bold words had him laughing in a second, pinching one of your sides to call you out on them. “Seriously, bun. I mean, look at you!”

“Shut up” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment.

You chuckled, gently shoving his face with your shoulder to let him know you wanted him to look at you, making him feel at ease just by seeing the smile on your lips once he did as told. “It’s okay”.

“It is?” his voice came out uncertain.

You nodded, cupping his face. “Of course it is. I’ll wait for as long as you want me to”.

“But I want to” he pointed out embarrassingly fast, earning a light laugh from you.

“Then I’ll just wait until the moment’s right and you feel like going through with it without hesitating” you kissed his pink lips briefly — as if on cue, your heads snapping to the next room after hearing Namjoon drop something and cursing at it. “And until we’re alone and won’t risk being heard by our roommates, maybe”.

Jeongguk laughed at your last addition, leaning in to peck your lips three times. “I like the sound of that” he smiled, only for it to be erased when his eyes instinctively went down to the problem he had just been left with inside his pants. “I should probably, um…”

Your eyes followed his as they glanced down to his still hardened length. You had been too caught up on kissing him before to pay attention to it. But now, watching the outline of his erection poking through his sweatpants, you found yourself wanting more of him all over again.

“I can help you with that if you want” you couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth, having his attentive eyes lock with yours in a second. “We don’t need to have sex for that”.

Jeongguk licked his lips, deep in thought over something he already knew the answer to. “Don’t feel like you have to...”

“I want to” you stated.

Simple as that, he found himself nodding — your determined eyes being the last push he needed to let go of the shyness he had suddenly been filled with and just give in to what he wanted, to what he needed.

With a smile curving up your lips, you gently stole a kiss from his mouth, sweetly pecking it a couple of times before you finally sucked on his bottom lip — a muffled moan coming out of his mouth when you gave it a teasing bite right as your hand palmed him over his pants.

“You have to be quiet” you reminded him with a light laugh. And for a second there you were kinda glad it wasn’t you the one on the receiving side, for you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep it down either at all.

Not being able to say anything in reply, he just nodded — a pretty eager nod that seemed more like one to move on from the topic already than one of agreement. Nevertheless, you had no intentions of stopping, (un)luckily for him.

Pressing another kiss to his swollen lips, you fidgeted with the waistband of his joggers just like you had intended to before. This time, he didn’t tense up, and you took that as your green light before you dug your hand in them.

“M—Fuck” he mewled when you took a hold of his cock, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you guided it out of his clothes.

Letting go of it for a second, you helped him on his back so you could sit up into a more comfortable position before wrapping your hand around it again, and right then you could’ve sworn you would never get tired of the pretty sounds that escaped his lips every time you touched him.

Gently, as you were just then discovering what it was he enjoyed the most, you started giving him a few pumps, trying to find the right pace for him and his needs.

“Baby, fuck” he breathed out, leaning his head deeper againt the pillow as he looked for some kind of support.

And it was the way he faintly thrusted his hips up into your hand, what let you know he was craving more. Not having to think twice, you sped up the pace of the way your hand moved up and down his length, tightening your hold on it just a little bit more.

“Mm… Just like that,” he let you know softly, as if suddenly remembering about the whole being-quiet-thing. “Just like that”.

“Feels good?” you wondered, enjoying the view of his furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes as he gave in to your touch.

“So good” he agreed.

Licking your lips, you stared down at his hard cock in your hand, giving it one last pump before your thumb slowly spread his precum over its tip.

“You alright with just my hand?” you asked and he was nodding before you could finish the question, which made you wonder if he had even heard it at all or was immersed enough in his own pleasure to agree to anything. “Or would you enjoy my mouth being wrapped around you better?”

His eyes opened as soon as the word ‘mouth’ was on the table, studying your face for a couple of seconds to make sure you were not playing with him in his vulnerable state. At the sight of your lustful eyes on him, however, he knew you were indeed very serious. And he’d be damned if he ever turned down such an offer.

“I want your mouth” although determined, his voice came out shakily.

Nevertheless, you were willing to comply with his wishes.

Jeongguk was on the edge of losing it when he saw you smile and make your hair out of the way right before you leaned down, removing your thumb from the tip of his cock so you could replace it with your tongue instead — a hiss escaping his mouth when you licked the traces of the precum you had just spreaded over it.

Giving him two small pumps, you allowed yourself to take him in your mouth; far from being able to take his entire length, yet enough for his body to tremble out of utter pleasure.

“Y/N…” he whimpered, fingers entangling in your hair as he desperately tried to control the overwhelming pleasure your wet mouth and tight lips wrapped around his cock were giving him.

Not once had he ever felt this good before, both your hand and mouth taking him places his hand alone could’ve never taken him to. And he was afraid he would come in your mouth anytime by then.

Pulling it out of your mouth, you threw him a small glance before you carried on — your tongue tracing all the way from the base to the tip, hearing him moan when you took him in your mouth a second time.

“Fuck, baby, you—ah,” he moaned when you swirled your tongue over his tip. “You feel so good”.

Enjoying way too much being the reason behind how good he was feeling, you decided to do him a favour and push him closer to his release for once and for all.

Slightly tightening your hold on him, you started once again moving your hand up and down his length, switching between the ministrations both your hand and mouth were applying on it, and knowing you were driving him over the edge when his hold on your hair tightened and his body trembled ever so slightly.

“Y/N…” he panted. “F-Fuck, I’m—”

His words were cut off by the heavy breath he had to take when you gave him one last particular pump, trying his best to hold on. Noticing that, you gave one of his thighs a squeeze to let him know it was okay for him to let go. And he was so desperate to reach his high right then, that your small gesture alone was all he needed to do so.

Closing his eyes, he found himself having to cover his mouth with his arm not to be too loud when his orgasm hit, feeling his warm release spreading into your mouth. Moving his hand up to cover his eyes as he came down from his high, letting himself get lost in the aftershocks of it, he missed the way you tasted his release in your mouth.

Cleaning the small stains of it left on the tip of his member, you adjusted it back inside his pants and went to lie down next to him, smiling adoringly at the way his chest moved up and down as he tried to catch his breath and tenderly removing his arm from his face, having his eyes find yours in a second.

“Was that okay?” you asked, softly removing a few strands of hair that had gotten stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead.

Jeongguk smiled incredulously, gently running his fingers through your hair to try and fix the mess he had made on it. “You even have to ask?”

And somehow that was all you needed to hear for the heat to reach your face, suddenly feeling shy at what you had just done.

Catching up on that, he pulled you into his arms, pressing a couple of kisses to your cheek before moving them to your mouth, where they remained for a little longer.

“You’re amazing” he said truthfully — the way he had said it, letting you know he did not just mean it when it came to sucking him off.

You smiled wholeheartedly. “Yah, don’t” your eyes focused somewhere else, feeling your face burn.

Jeongguk smiled sweetly, managing to draw your attention back to him by ever so tenderly caressing your cheek. Fuck, he loved you. And right then, with your eyes looking at him in a way he thought they had never when you were just friends, although unspoken, delusional even, he really felt like maybe you felt the same, too.

Tilting your face up just enough, he connected his lips with yours for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. “I’ll be good to you, too”.

You chuckled, loving the idea of it and kissing him briefly to let him know you did. You knew he would.

“When we’re alone, though. I won’t have Joon hear from me what he probably just heard from you”.

Jeongguk laughed, deciding to say nothing and instead pull you tightly into his chest and rest his chin on your head. And although he knew he might never hear the end of it from his friends, for once, he did not care what the rest had to either think or say.

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