#doesn’t help that I took a break to shower in the middle
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𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 [geto suguru]
synopsis: suguru geto upped and left that day without a moment’s notice and he took everything with him — your heart, your soul — but as you look at the positive pregnancy test in your hand, you realize that he did in fact leave one thing behind.
warnings: unplanned pregnancy, angst, explicit sex.
a/n: i know, i know. i should be writing WE but this concept has been in my head far longer than WE and i just need to get it out there or else, i think i’m gonna go insane. if anyone wants to know the plot of this would have been fic, feel free to let me know lmao, of course it still involves gojo bc i can’t choose between the two of them since they’re both so baby girl—! also happy birthday to the loml, my pookie-wookie, honeybunch, suguru geto!!
It’s been a year since the happy side trip to Okinawa became a living nightmare that culminated in you, Suguru Geto, and Satoru Gojo on the brink of death and with many more scars than you could have ever imagined. The three of you had very different ideas on how to cope. Satoru spends the past year perfecting his cursed technique, often at the expense of his emotional well-being and energy but then again, after what Toji Fushiguro did to him leaving him with the trauma of being slaughtered without regard, it was only natural.
You and Suguru on the other hand retreated into yourselves; it was hard to believe that just a year before the two of you were a normal teenage couple who enjoyed walking the trendy streets of Shibuya in the weekend sunshine without a care in the world, whose only real problem is to decide where the two of you were gonna have your weekly dates.
Now, things were different. Rainclouds have gathered effectively blocking out the sun. As you sat on the desk reading through your textbook on reverse cursed technique, you glance at Suguru from time to time and you aren’t the least bit surprised to see him sitting by the dorm room’s windowsill, staring at the garden with an empty gaze.
You’ve had enough of this. This eternal state of limbo was tearing you and Suguru apart.
Slowly, you stand up from the desk, softly padding across the wooden floor to where your boyfriend is. It was the middle of the night, last you checked, it’s already nine in the evening. You should be heading back to the women’s dorms now but you couldn’t, not when things were like this, not when Suguru’s losing himself day after day, you can’t help him, you know that, but you could be there for him seeing that’s all you can do.
But even then, it’s never enough.
Your relationship with Suguru is like a lit dynamite stick, you know that it’s only a matter of time before it also explodes in your faces. So, Suguru takes the lead, like he always does, he’s so much wiser and stronger than you in every way though he doesn’t care to admit it, though he pretends he doesn’t know why you’re so dependent on him.
“I think we should break up.”
He says that while holding your hand. You saw this coming but just how long did you anticipate that the love of your life would eventually up and leave you? You squeeze his hand with every ounce of the grief you are feeling hoping it would transcend the confines of your skin and it would reach his heart. “Is that what you really want?”
“No.”
He stands up to meet your gaze, the throw blanket falling to the floor as he does. He leans in closer, his hand cupping your cheek with such tenderness and heartache that you feel your heart rise to your throat. Suguru is normally so gentle like a shower of midnight rain, but he kisses you like this is the last — it probably is. Lost in him, your hands trail over his chest, and he deepens the kiss hoping that you’d also understand that he doesn’t really want to leave but he has to. He can’t bear to drag you into his mess.
He could never do that to you.
You respond with a soft moan when Suguru slowly lifts your shirt over your head. He stares at your plump breasts for a moment, covered only by a thin lace-like material, before deciding that looking at you wasn’t enough. He has to take you, ravish you, fondle you, kiss you. Anything to let you know that he’s not doing this because he’s fallen out of love with you.
“Don’t leave,” you plead in between his soft kisses to your breasts, tears slipping from your eyes as he removes your bra, letting it slip from your shoulders which he was now kissing up to the crook of your neck. How could your hearts be so full yet so empty at the same time?
None of what happened should have caused this much heartache between the two of you. In fact, it should have made you rely on each more, right? It should have strengthened you not destroy everything you had: each other, the future you planned together.
Suguru doesn’t answer as he nips at your neck, sucking on the delicate flesh, as your forms gracefully fall on the bed, he stares at you with such love, such devotion, and you wonder why this should be the last time. His gaze falls to your vulnerable form, his cock hardening at the sight of your clothed pussy getting wet just from that. He grinds against you, sighing at the way you buck your hips to meet his wanting more of him. If this was to be the last time, then, you want to make it count.
“Suguru, I’m yours.” That’s all he needs to hear and he removes your underwear, kissing down your leg as he slips it off of you. He tosses it onto his nightstand, and he leans towards it to grab a condom from his drawer. You catch his hand. “Don’t. I want to feel you.”
Suguru’s eyes widen at your request, his lips eliciting short huffs of breath. He’s never fucked you raw before. “Are you sure?”
You nod against his forehead. “Please. Please fuck me, Su.”
Slowly, his hand guiding his tip up and down your slit, smearing your wetness along the base of his cock before slowly pushing into you savoring the sensation of your cunt squeezing around him as he stretches you with his girth. A deep groan betrays him and his mouth hangs open as your tight walls envelop him as he bottoms out. He takes a moment to collect himself, not wanting to cum right then and there.
“S-shit. Ah, you’re so fucking tight.” He allows himself a small thrust, the tip of his cock already nudging your sensitive spot, having memorized you after many desperate nights of lovemaking. His fingers grip the soft skin of your hips as he pulls out momentarily before pushing back in again more forcefully this time.
“S-su! Mngh—please fuck me—I love you, I love you, I love you,” you beg.
A tear slips from Suguru’s eyes, it was becoming more real now — this final goodbye. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he slowly builds up the pace of his thrusts, his cock bullying your cunt, driving himself in and out of your pussy, again and again. He brings your leg to his waist, holding it so he could angle himself better. “I love you too.”
You mewl as he pistons in and out of you, his balls slapping hard against your skin. “Sugu—ah! More—n-need more of you—“ You’re crying now, and he is too as he continues to ravage your pussy, his hand finds your other leg and he pushes your knees close to your chest, folding you into a deep mating press, slamming into your cunt.
“I’m yours. Always,” Suguru looks into your eyes amidst your desperate cries, your thighs trembling under his passionate gaze. He grunts when he feels the familiar tightening of your walls. “You’re close—fuck,” he takes this as an incentive to go faster, harder, and he fucks you in a way he never has before.
“So good—oh—“ you fall silent as he suddenly brings your hands to your clit, letting you touch yourself. You looked so beautiful like this, under him, your head thrown back against the pillows, your mouth primed in a silent ‘o’. He pants as he feels his balls tighten when your hips involuntarily buck into him as you climax. “Suguru!”
“Ah, baby…” He groans, the hot breath from his lips tickling your forehead as he rides out his high, spilling his seed into you not caring what the consequences may be. You did want this after all, and he did too. You feel full just from the sensation of his thick cum, he thrusts into you one last time, further smearing his release in your walls.
You sighed as he stays there, your weak and trembling arms coming up to embrace him. He strokes your hair, memorizing each lock, pulling out after a while. Suguru pulls you flush against his chest, the remnants of his and your release sliding down your thighs. “It’ll be okay,” Suguru catches his breath, kissing your temple. “Even without me. You’ll be okay.”
“I won’t…you know I won’t.”
“You will.” He says firmly. “I promise. You know me, baby, I never break my promises.” You feel tears well up in your eyes again and he tenderly wipes it away. “I love you, (Y/N).”
“I love you too.”
By the next morning, you already knew with the way the AC’s cold air nips at your skin without Suguru, your Suguru, there to embrace you that he’s already left.
Without a note, without a goodbye. Typical of Suguru who doesn’t want to stick around to see you cry.
You curl into yourself as sobs wrack your body, the promise ring Suguru gave you gleaming under the rays of morning sunlight.
A few years later, just as Suguru said, things did get better. You smiled as you arranged the last of the tempura into the bento box filled with soba noodles with nori and small containers of mentsuyu and wasabi. It’s amazing how much she takes after him. You look at the clock and your face pales. You’re running late, so, you head upstairs to speed things up a little. You creak open the door to see the little blessing of your life, the last gift Suguru ever gave you. She’s looking at the picture of you and Suguru which you placed in her room, and since you know it was highly unlikely she’ll ever meet your lover in this lifetime, you’ve decided you want her to know him if by his appearance alone and the stories you tell her.
“Riko? We’re gonna be late,” you gently reminded your four-year-old daughter. You shoot her a funny look when you see the haphazard way she placed her hair in a bun. She pouts as she tries to get it right again, looking at her father’s picture intently. “Sweetheart, are you trying to look like—?”
“Like papa,” she huffs cutely and you chuckle, moving to pick her up and sit her down on your lap. Kissing her cheek, you also gaze at the picture depicting a candid you and Suguru during your first year at Tokyo Jujutsu Technical College. He has his arm wrapped around your shoulder, winking at the camera as he kisses your cheek, a silent gleeful laugh on your face.
You look at her, a little confused, you gently smooth her hair before planting a kiss between her eyebrows. “And why do you want to look like papa?” Riko shyly looks away, her ears turning a little red as she blushes, a trait she inherited from you. You flick her nose, giggling. “Well?” Riko laughs at the playful gesture.
“…So you don’t cry anymore, mama.” Your heart seems to have stopped beating for a moment and a warm, tearful smile appears on your face, wrapping Riko in a bone-crushingly tender hug. “Love you…” she sinks into the warmth of your hug and you kiss the top of her head.
“I love you, Riko. So…so…much.”
At that, your little girl sighs in relief. “School?” she tilts her head and you suddenly remembered the reason you went upstairs. You had to get moving. Your eyes widened and you carry her downstairs, being careful not to jostle her too much. “My hair, mama!” she giggles at her still unruly hair and you grimace in embarrassment. Suddenly, the front door opens and Riko sees who it is, before you could grab the spare brush from your bag, she suddenly jumps out of your arms and makes a beeline for the door.
“Papa, papa!”
You turn around and though the sight pains you to this day, somehow, you’re starting to learn to live with the fact that things are always bound to change with time and that this is what Suguru would have wanted: a loving and complete family for his little girl. You wrap Riko’s bento and place it in her lunchbox before going to greet the visitor.
“Hi, babe.” He turns to meet your lips for a sweet kiss, balancing Riko in his strong arms.
“Good morning, Satoru.”
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୨ LATE NIGHT ୧
summary: through the night, chris finds out y/n is a sleepwalker.
warnings: cussing, fluff
notes: english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistake!
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CHRIS’S POV
After taking a late night hot shower, getting my pajama pants on, I walk back into my room. Seeing my girlfriend on the bed, almost asleep, what I wasn’t expecting, cause she wasn’t home when I went to shower, she probably just got out of her work.
“Hey cutie, I didn’t knew you were already here” I crawl into bed, laying next to her, making me be the big spoon. I wrap my arms around her waist, I snuggle closer, and I kiss her cheek.
“Hey..” She answers sleepy, with her eyes half opened. I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck.
"Long day?" I ask, usually she is full of energy at anytime, even by the time she gets home.
"Yeah" she replies with a tired sigh, her voice filled with exhaustion.
Feeling her tiredness into the air, I can't help but want to make her feel better. I hate seeing her like this. I whisper softly, "Well, lucky you, I'm here to make everything better." I plant a ton of soft kisses on her jawline, small giggles lefts from her lips. Despite the long day she had, her laughter fills the room with warmth and joy, like It always does.
She turns around, facing me, looking into my eyes with love, leaning her head against my chest and putting her leg over mine, making us get even closer.
We completely fall asleep.
In the middle of the night, I randomly start waking up, only to find Y/n's side of the bed empty. I look at the clock on the bedside, exactly 2:30.
I rub my eyes confused and I look around, maybe she went to the kitchen? Or maybe to the bathroom?
I slowly sit on the edge of the bed and start getting up, going downstairs to the kitchen. As I get in the kitchen, I notice Y/n, standing there and looking inside the fridge.
“Hey babe.. Are you looking for food?” I say with a quiet voice, she doesn’t answer, she’s not even moving. I get closer to her “Y/n?” I take a look at her face, her eyes are fully closed, what the fuck?
My heart quickens with concern as I realize Y/n is sleepwalking. “Princess.. Lets go back to bed, alright?” With a sigh, I realize I'll need to be patient and gentle to guide her back to bed.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I carefully lead her away from the fridge and towards the stairs.
“I need to take the train before it leaves..” She mumbles, making me laugh. “Yeah.. Yeah.. You can take the train once you get in bed..” I whisper. As we make our way back to our bedroom, Y/n's sleepwalking murmurs continue.
“Where is Chris?”
“I’m right here love.. Right here..” We finally get into our room, I close the door behind us.
“I wanna date Chris..” I gently lay her in bed, under the covers, and I lay next to her. She snuggles up to me, I hold her closely.
“Oh do you want to?” I giggle.
“Chris took me on a date.. Did he took you too?” I kiss her forehead. “Damn I wish he took me on a date” I play along with her sleepiness.
“And how was that date?” I say trying my best not to laugh.
"We went to.. Jupiter and.. We danced with unicorns.." She whispers. I automatically start laughing the most, but not enough to wake her up.
“Alright cupcake.. Let’s sleep..” I slowly start closing my eyes, surprisingly, she doesn’t say any other word.
By the morning, I wake up with her on top of me, giving me soft pecks on my lips, cupping my cheeks with her smooth hands. Automatically making me smile. I wrap one of my arms around her neck, pulling her closer and making us switch positions, getting me on top, never breaking the kiss. “Good morning..” I say now kissing her cheek.
“Good morning” She smiles.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" I chuckle, I know she doesn’t remember anything.
Y/n blinks a few times, her expression confused. "Last night?" she repeats to make sure.
"Last night" I confirm, nodding "You had a little sleepwalking adventure to the kitchen" I yawn.
Her eyes widen in surprise. "No I did not. Oh gosh, that's embarrassing" She affirms, hiding her face in her hands. Chucking slightly.
I can't help but laugh at her reaction. “And you said how you wanted to date me” I tease, only making her more embarrassed.
“I mean It’s not a lie tho” She takes her hands out of her face, smiling. “I do love dating you”
"I love dating you too" I reply, leaning in to press a light kiss to her lips. "Even if our dates involve dancing with unicorns on Jupiter."
“Oh my fucking good..” We laugh.
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jana hi me again 🫣 could i have the prompt 28 "No one ever cared about me like you."
with either javi p or joel 🫠❤️🤎
take my hand, wreck my plans
pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader
word count: 557
summary: Javi seeks out your company after a rough day.
tags/warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption, mention of food, able-bodied reader, no use of y/n, idiots in love because of who i am as a person (let me know if i missed something!)
a/n: i have once again been possessed by angsty thoughts and somehow, this came out of it. i hope you like this eden @reddedmiller and i’m sorry that it took three months lol. thank you @catchallfangirl for beta reading 🫶🏻
dividers by @saradika-graphics as always because they’re the best <3
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He knocks on your door at 2 in the morning, all but collapses into your arms as soon as you swing it open, tired eyes and heavy limbs that melt into your embrace.
Your colleagues had warned you when he started coming over to your desk, inviting you out for lunch, about how he would chew you up and spit you out, like he did with half of the female staff at the embassy. You hadn’t listened, waving them off and going out with him anyway. First for a quick lunch break, then for after work drinks, then for dinner.
It was fun, a distraction, something to do and someone to know in this city where everything was foreign to you and where you felt more alone than ever before in your life.
It’s more, now. It doesn’t have a definition exactly, but you both know it. You’re the person he turns to when he needs somebody, and you’ll gladly be that for him.
“Do you have something to drink?” His face is sullen as he slumps down on your couch, like the weight of the world crushed him today. You furrow your brow.
“When was the last time you ate something, Javi?”
“‘M not hungry,” he grumbles, confirming your suspicion that he most likely survived the day solely on cigarettes and coffee.
You lean over the couch, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders from behind. His head falls back against you like he can’t help himself.
“I’m gonna make you a sandwich and get you some whiskey, okay?” Inching closer, you press a gentle kiss against his neck, just below his ear.
He sits up a little straighter and turns to you, reluctance in his eyes.
“Querida, it’s the middle of the night, you don’t have to-”
You shake your head and kiss him again, on his cheek this time. “It’s okay. I want to.”
He leans back hesitantly but doesn’t seem to have the energy to fight you on it, so your lips find his face once more before you head for the kitchen.
Watching him all but devour the food has you hiding your smile behind your own glass of whiskey. He already looks a little better.
“Not hungry, huh?” you tease, your voice light.
“Shut up,” comes his short reply, but his lips are twitching.
He has half a mind to stumble out of your flat again afterwards, but you convince him to stay, that it’s really no problem.
He takes a quick shower, mumbling about washing the day away, and you wait in bed, the warm light from your bedside lamp illuminating the room, until he slips under the covers beside you.
You wrap your arms around him again and hold him close, your fingers drawing shapes on his chest. He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly.
“Thank you,” he eventually mumbles, his voice low in the darkness.
“Of course, Javi.” He tends to get like that, struggling to receive any kind of affection or care when he feels like he has nothing to give back.
He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “No, seriously. No one ever cared about me like you. I- thank you.”
You sigh and pull him tighter into you, your face buried in his hair. You’ll care for him as long as he lets you.
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Want You
18+ Minors dni
Love this. This was literally in the works and then I see this request in the middle of me writing it, chefs kiss. I love jealously, idk what’s wrong with me but it scratches an itch I cannot describe.
Warnings: FLUFF, pregnancy, Smuuttt (daddy kink, breeding kink,) angst if you squint but honestly not really.
Word count: 1.6k
The best part is Sharon was so certain Bucky would never chose you. Bucky had a type and it wasn’t you so imagine her surprise when he’s completely smitten by you. And by surprised, I mean complete and utter denial.
She figured it’s just a phase, maybe Bucky is bored, wants to try something new and soon or later, he’ll come to his sense and dump you, it’s just a matter of time.
Except.
The way he is with you is unlike anything else. PDA galore and this is from the man who retches at physical touch.
Bucky’s hands are always on you and the more comfortable het gets, the friskier his touches become. He has you on his lap during movie night, one hand up your shirt, softly stroking your skin. His arms are wrapped around you, cuddling you to his chest like a teddy bear, not giving a shit what movie is on.
All he cares about is cuddling his girl in his arms at all times.
He gets pouty. Sharon nearly loses her shit when she sees how soft he is for you. You can’t even get up and get a drink of water without him trailing behind you or jutting his bottom lip out when you tell him he can stay, you’ll just take a sec.
“But I can come with you”
“Bucky I’m just going to the kitchen”
“I’m coming with you”
His head rests on your shoulder as you make yourself some tea, his eyes closed, arms around you waist, he truly doesn’t ever want to be anywhere else.
And the names. Any girl he’d been with before had only been referred to by name but with you?
“Good morning my baby”
“I missed you babygirl”
“Come cuddle with me bubba”
“How’s my babydoll”
“Where’s my baby” Sharon saw red the day he was going around looking for you, hardly realizing (nor giving a fuck) he didn’t use your name and just went around asking where his baby was. Everyone thought it was the absolute sweetest thing on the planet, love stuck Bucky, happily wandering looking for his babydoll (who was napping in his Henley on his bed). Sharon strongly disagreed.
All hell nearly breaks loose when she comes back from a temporary transfer. She figured Bucky’s infatuation would have died down by now. So imagine her surprise when she sees…
You were fast asleep on the couch, your back flush against his chest. Bucky nuzzled his face into your neck, his hand softly rubbing your little baby bump under your shirt. He couldn’t stop kissing you, giving you gently little kisses, careful not to wake you up while he caressed your tummy, he thought he was in love before but now it was in over drive.
Sharon considered quitting. Because it only gets worse.
You’re almost always in Bucky’s arms. He’s always carrying you. He won’t let your feet touch the ground, not when you’re having his baby. And fuck, he loves talking about it.
“I’m going to be a dad!”
“You think our baby will have super strength?”
“What do you mean I can’t get them a mini knife set”
He’s doting on you constantly, feeding you, rubbing your feet, kissing each of your toes before massaging up your calves. He never lets you shower alone, he’s always there to help you, making sure you don’t slip. He has you lay down on the soft sheets, grabbing your favourite lotion, his hands working in gentle circles, massaging it into your skin. He kisses your stretch marks, taking his time moisturizing your skin, his hands skimming over the little kicks; he loves feeling his little one move inside.
Sharon had a resignation letter ready (thought not submitted) after Bucky took his shirt off at the gym. He’d been shirtless plenty of times so she knew exactly what he looked like, memorizing every scar, and dip of his skin. So this was fucking new.
Bucky’s fists flew to the punching bag, his chest glistening with sweat, beading down his pecs, right over where he had your name tattooed, another tattoo dedicated to his little baby boy etched on his shoulder.
“Y-you got a tattoo?” She tried to give him a flirty smile, her hand coming to trace over the tattoo, her skin flushing in embarrassment when Bucky took a step back.
“Yeah” Bucky stuck to giving her one word answers, in utter disbelief she was still trying to make a move even after he’d had a baby with you.
“ Nice ink cyborg” Sam smirked, hoping to egg Sharon on, loving the way she angriliy huffed, trying to pretend she didn’t care.
“For my angels” Bucky smiled shyly, his cheeks blushing, this wouldn’t be the only piece he had for you.
Stop here if you just wanted some fluff. Continue if you want some spice.
Oh she doesn’t just over hear it. She saw it. It was her fault tbh.
You stayed back while the team had left for an international conference, leaving the entire compound free for just you and a certain super soldier. Sam’s sister had happily agreed to babysit for the weekend to give you both some alone time. And what a fucking time you had.
After learning Bucky wasn’t going, Sharon had managed to find a way to stay behind, figuring this would be the best time to get him alone, completely unaware that you were still at the compound. She did her makeup, throwing on a sheer dress and foregoing a bra, making her way down stairs…when she heard….the fuck?
The sounds of skin slapping on skin echoed through the hall from the kitchen, pornographic moans bouncing off the walls.
Her lips curled into a smirk, even if Bucky was fucking someone else, it was nice to know he wasn’t as loyal as everyone though. He clearly got bored of you, just waiting for the chance for you to leave before he could feel some type of satisfaction.
She crept down the hall, nearly collapsing, watching the both of you, stark naked, fucking on the kitchen counter. Bucky had thrown off all your clothes, bending you over the island, his palm pressing in between your shoulder blades, against the cold marble.
“Y-you like this, huh baby, you love daddy’s cock filling you up? Smile for the camera mama, lemme see that pretty little face”
Sharon felt light headed, noticing Bucky’s phone propped up, his hand coming to tug your hair, your eyes rolling all the way back. Bucky spanked you, causing you to cry out before coming down to kiss your shoulder, thrusting into you harder.
“Look at how fucked out you are baby, how you gonna handle my cum princess, already so fucking gone” Bucky groaned, his cock throbbing as you moaned, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.
“Gonna put another baby in you mama, fuck, can’t wait to see you pregnant again” Bucky’s balls felt heavy, slapping against your clit with each stroke.
“J-J-ames!” You cried out feeling the band tighten in your belly, your orgasam approaching you hard and fast.
“Mmm say my name doll, say my fucking name” He snarled, pulling his cock out, throwing you over his shoulder, moving to the dining table.
There’s no way…he wouldn’t actually…oh fuck. Sharon didn’t know why she didn’t just leave but she couldn’t look away as Bucky set up his phone again. He carefully crawled on top of you, right in the middle of the table (thank fuck for Stark technology, it was built to withstand just about anything), spreading your legs, slamming into you in a single stroke.
“Kinky little baby, wasn’t this your fantasy princess? For me to fuck you right on the dining table” Bucky let out a dark chuckle, brining your thighs up higher so he could hit a deeper angle. You nearly sobbed, your head thrown back against the table as he slammed into you, his hand cradling your head so you wouldn’t get hurt.
“James I-I’m gonna-
“I know mama, squeeze my cock baby, milk it, take my cum” Bucky moaned, nipping and biting your skin, leaving dark bruises in their wake. “There’s so much cum baby, gonna make such a mess all over the table”
“JAMES” You clawed at his back feeling his hand come down to play with your clit, his pace growing sloppy.
“Babygirl….m’gonna knock you up baby, you want daddy’s cum?”
“Wan’ daddy’s cum Bucky, wan’ it!” You whined and cried out, your walls spasming around him, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he started to fill you, his cum leaking out of you, dripping through your folds and onto the table.
“So. Much. Cum mama, its so fucking much” Bucky whimpered, his sensitive cock still throbbing in your silky walls. “Fuck, I love you” He grinned down at you, letting his body relax for a bit, as you played with his hair. He let his phone continue recording, he loved these moments just as much.
The whole compound was a mess. Bucky had spilled his cum into you in the gym, the showers, the balcony, the lab, the elevator, and finally in your room, under the covers, his hips slowly rolling against you, taking his time to savour your body.
Sharon moves to a different department. But it didn’t help. Imagine her surprise when she sees Bucky’s arms full of babies, a little toddler on his shoulder, sleeping twins in both arms, with you by his side, your hand resting on your little baby bump.
Of course she’s still waiting for the day where he’ll lose interest.
And he never does.
Not on the day you got married.
Not on the day you had your fourth baby.
Not on the day you had your fifth.
Not today.
Not ever.
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★ - personal favorites | masterlist
Little Bookworm - @heytheredelulu
Your boyfriend can’t think of anything more adorable than watching you read. One night while you’re in the shower he picks up the book you left on the nightstand: “Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton” and thumbs through it, very quickly realizing just what kind of books his sweet little bookworm is really into.
Anywhere Away With You - @thevillainswhore
Old ghosts from your past threaten to disturb the peace you’ve made with your new life. Will temptation steer you away?
★The Ties That Bind Us - @thevillainswhore
Even though Bucky is your ex-husband, you still have to see him often because of your shared son. But the heated tension, the spark that is still very much alive after your divorce, finally reaches its peak when you come home from your date.
Warrior/Worrier - @delaber
After a mission gone awry, Bucky finds himself on your doorstep in the middle of the night.
Pink in the Night - @d0wnb4df0rf1cm3n
Some interesting rumours have been circling around about Bucky. Little do you know, it's kinda your fault.
Love Hurts - @urdepressedslut
You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he won’t speak to you. You don’t think you can handle him ignoring your existence.
in losing grip, on sinking ships (you showed up just in time) - @mellowsaturns
When the Avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of Hydra was destroyed. One unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but Bucky knows it. He could recognize those eyes anywhere.
I Hate You - @ellemj
After ending up on SHIELD's radar, you're moved into the tower against your will. Of course, you can't stand the one man that you have the most in common with.
One More Night - @marvelouslizzie
You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.
The Things We Carry With Us - @pellucid-constellations
You were injured on a mission and didn’t tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else?
Control - @bucky-bucket-barnes
John Walker makes the dire mistake of messing with Bucky’s girl. This misstep causes a major fight to break out between the two, ending in nothing but blood and rage.
I Can Save You This Time - @pellucid-constellations
It’s the 4th of July and you’ve never been more sick. Turns out you aren’t the only one in the compound that stayed home from the celebration.
Shaken Up - @jamesbuchananxsteviegrant
Steve and Bucky find their girl passed out.
Under Pressure - @banditthewriter
Y/N hides a nasty injury from the team until they know everybody is safe, and then they collapse. Bucky worries about Y/N.
Injuries - @flowinglocksofbuck
you get injured on a mission and Bucky freaks out
Wicked - @str-spangled-banner
You were injured during a mission two weeks ago and put to much pressure on your healing wounds, doing more damage than you thought possible. Bucky fears he will lose you.
Necessary Evil - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Y/N gets seriously injured and Bucky takes care of her.
fingers fantasy fulfilled - @purple-babygirl
If Bucky's doll wanted his metal fingers then that was exactly what she was going to get.
Lavender - @wkemeup
Not every nightmare is the same and Bucky doesn’t always wake up as the man you know.
Give Me A Sign - @lostgirlmuseum
Bucky asks the universe for a reason to live. The universe delivers you.
Fulfilled Fantasy - @sergeantbarnessdoll
Y/N admits to Bucky that she wants to have a threesome so he has Natasha help fulfill her fantasy.
Hottest Night of Your Life - @bossbtch1
Bucky and Steve joined you for a night out at the club, but things took a dark turn when a stranger spiked your drink. Bucky and Steve were more than willing to "take care" of you.
Sharing is Caring - @sad-not-glad
Soft Dom! Steve x Sub! Bucky x Dom! reader
My Queen - @adrinktostopyourthirst
The post-battle energy rush needs a release. Suddenly, there's a willing soldier at your disposal.
all the apple cider and no more haunted houses - @witchywithwhiskey
you and bucky barnes have a love-hate relationship—you love him and you believe he hates you—but when your friends insist on going to the scariest haunted house attraction in the area, the experience ends up forcing your real feelings for each other out into light
my everything - @mrsbarnesblog
The last thing that Bucky ever expected to see was the love of his life from the past trapped in one of the Hydra bunkers in the cryofreeze chamber. Yet here he was almost two days later, staring at your still unconscious body through the window at the medical wing, imagining the horror and disgust on your face when you found out that he was no longer the innocent and happy boy you knew before.
you were mine just yesterday - @notafunkiller
It's been a while since your break up with Bucky happened, but you're still not over him. You try to move on, go out, and have fun with your friend, Steve, but you end up in the same bar you two went to often. It also just happens that Bucky is there too, with Natasha by his side. It doesn't take long for you two to end up getting into old habits.
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Snooze
Summary: A late night drive through downtown Cincinnati after a rough day at work helps your blossoming relationship with Tee become even more serious.
Warnings: just straight up sickening fluff; allusions to a potential spicy part 2 👀 and it’s also just really freaking long so 😅
Also, thank you again @balanceingrace for helping with framework and helping me love this story again. I love you always🤍
You shuffle into your little house after an extremely long and busy shift at the hospital, throwing your purse lord knows where and your shoes in the general vicinity of the little shoe rack by the door.
You loved your job, but a day like today made you want to break down and never go back. It was one thing after the other, difficult patients, difficult family members, there was no time for time management, and not to mention losing a patient halfway through the day. That was your straw, but you had no choice but to swallow back the tears and keep moving.
You peel off your scrubs after slugging off to your bedroom, and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Your mind was numb, your body was numb.
After a few minutes, you finally slide off the bed and go into the bathroom to take a shower, the borderline scorching heat of the water soothing your achy, and extremely tense muscles. You let a couple tears slip out but you always tried to make sure you didn’t bring work home with you, because that would just make your job and home life worse. You refused to combine the two.
You step out of the shower and quickly dry yourself off and half ass-ly drying your hair. You realized once you started that you quite frankly didn’t care. You slip on an oversized shirt and panties before slipping into your bed, the tears wanting to flow but you wouldn’t let them. You just took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling once again.
Your brain started running 100 miles a minute. Replaying the day in your head, if this was what you still want you wanted to do for the rest of your life, what tomorrow what was going to consist of, your relationship with Tee that has become VERY serious recently, the big black hole in the middle of our galaxy. You know, all the things.
At one point, you turn over and the clock read 10:47pm.
“Oh shit” you groan. You had laid here for an hour and a half just thinking. You wanted to go to sleep but you couldn’t shut your brain off.
Your phone dings and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You lazily picked up your phone off of your nightstand, and it was almost like your favorite person read your mind.
Tee 🤍
wanna go on a drive?
You smile at the text, your heart that has been cold most of the day flooding with warmth almost instantly and a couple tears make their way down your cheeks. It’s like he knew, he had that instinct of needing to take care of you, and that’s what he was going to do.
(Y/N)
how did you know I needed that?
Tee🤍
bc I know you
I need to see you and I feel like you need to see me
I was just hoping you were up since it’s way past gma’s bed time 😉
You roll your eyes, that smile not leaving your face. You did normally go to bed at 8:30pm. You loved your sleep, who doesn’t? But he loved to make fun of you for it.
(Y/N)
I do need to see you, really bad.
come get me
Tee🤍
on my way baby
You take another deep breath, not only thanking Joe and Olivia for introducing you two but thanking God for placing Tee into your life. The longer you guys have been together, the more he knows you, how you operate, which faces mean certain feelings, even as much as knowing when something is wrong even when he’s apart from you. It was the little things.
You throw on a pair of biker shorts and a long sleeve. It was fall time and temp was in the 60s. It was beautiful outside lately.
You fix your hair as best you can, still keeping it up but making it look like you weren’t just about to go to bed. 15 minutes later, Tee texts you saying that he had just pulled in and you throw some shoes on before heading out of the house.
You walk down to his car and open the door, leaning down to peek at him. He smiles at you, one arm leaning on the console and the other resting on the steering wheel and you couldn’t help but match his smile.
“Hey you” you say.
“Hey you” he repeats, his smile radiating. His smile killed you. It was so bright, so genuine. He was someone who was genuine. Very kind hearted and caring. You adored him.
You climbed into the passenger seat and made eye contact once again. You two look at each other for a moment before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and then on your lips.
You pull away a few moments later and bump your nose against his, smiling like a love sick puppy. The way he makes your mood change instantly still blows your mind.
“Missed you” he murmurs.
“I’ve missed you too” your voice cracks, not intentionally, but those tears were making their way back. Little did you know that you just needed him to help you feel better.
“I knew something was up, what’s wrong?” He asks, resting his hand on your thigh, his eyebrows furrowed as he watches the tears form in your eyes.
“It was just my day. I can tell you while you drive” you assure him.
“Driving can wait” he gives your thigh a squeeze.
“No Tee, it’s okay. I’ll be over it by tomorrow. Just go ahead and drive, for me, please?” You quietly beg. He stares at you for a moment before nodding and backing out of your driveway.
You two ride in silence for awhile before you tuck a foot under you, getting comfortable since who knew how long you two were going to be driving around for. At one point, the air was getting colder and you were getting cold but you didn’t want to say anything because you were enjoying the windows down.
Tee easily read your body language so at the next red light, he put the car in park and unbuckled before slipping his hoodie off and handing it to you.
“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine” you smile at him as he buckles himself again.
“No you’re not. Can’t have my girl freezing” he smiles back before hitting the gas as the light turns green. You roll your eyes and throw his hoodie on, sneakily smelling his cologne.
Tee’s hand slides onto your thigh, giving it a nice squeeze. You smile over at him and you rub your hand up and down his tattooed arm. Sexy ass.
“Do you want to talk about your day now?” He asks, glancing over at you. You let out a deep sigh before starting to explain one thing after the other, and he listened attentively, he was a very good listener and you were thankful, especially on the days where you needed to rant.
“….and everything just piled on top of each other and it became almost unbearable. I tried to wind down so I could go to sleep and just forget about today but my brain wouldn’t shut the fuck up” you let out a huff of annoyance and he quietly chuckles at the last part.
“First off, I wanna say how much of a badass you are. I could never do what you do in a day. That’s a hell of a lot of brain power to use and energy that I don’t have”
“You’re a fucking wide receiver, Tee, you have a lot of both of those things” you giggle.
“But it’s different, you know what I’m sayin’? Like you are having to keep people alive, some you can’t help and it was written in the cards from when they were even thought of. But you are so fucking brave and so strong to do what you do everyday. I hope you know how badass you are, because seriously, you are and I admire you for it every single day” he looks over at you as he arrives at another stop light.
Your heart floods with a familiar feeling you’ve experienced honestly since you started dating Tee but you kept pushing it off because you didn’t want to believe it so early but it was happening; hell, it happened already, you fell in love with him, truly, madly, deeply. It was pathetic.
He was the most generous and loving person. He was supportive and encouraging in everything you did. Always looking out for you, checking on you, making sure you feel beautiful always. You were his queen, his number one, other than his Momma, and rightfully so.
You’ve had a few serious relationships over the years but all of those men turned out to be trash and honestly gave you trust issues but this was different in only the best way possible. You saw a future with Tee, even after this short time that felt like a lifetime.
Not to mention he was a hottie. His handsome face, that stunning smile, his tall and muscular frame, his tattoos; the man was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome.
Tee glanced over at you, feeling your eyes on him, he gives you his bright smile that makes you want to squeeze him tightly and never let him go.
You love him.
“You want to tell me what’s on your mind right now? Did I say something wrong?” He asks, turning his eyes back to the road, a small and almost worried smile gracing his face.
And speaking of heart racing, yours was about to beat out of your chest at what was spilling out of your mouth.
“I love you” you breathe out.
Tee’s heart could about explode. He’s been so scared to say it, afraid of how you would react when he would say those exact three words to you. He honestly fell for you a lot sooner than you fell for him but that was another story for another time.
“I am so glad you said that, because I love you too” he says, his smile the brightest it’s ever been.
“I really need a damn stop light because I need to kiss you so bad right now” you say and he laughs.
“Hold on, I gotchu”
He turns onto a different street and the light turned yellow and he slowly comes to a stop, placing the car in park and looking over at you.
“Thank you Jesus” you breathe out and grab his face, smashing your lips against his. You two smiled against each other’s lips, thinking about how you both finally made the long awaited confession.
Then to make it even more perfect, “Snooze” by SZA comes on shuffle. You two finally pull away from each other, not without another sweet kiss from Tee.
“I fucking love you” he says just above a whisper. Your stomach was doing backflips. Just hearing him say those words meant the world to you.
“And I love you” you smile.
He gives you one more firm but tender kiss before he shifts the car back into drive as the light turns green.
That just happened.
When you first started dating Tee, “Snooze” was y’all’s vibe, and still is. You dreamt about him. There was never a moment where you wanted to be somewhere else. He made you feel so important, so wanted, cared for, loved.
Everything in this moment couldn’t have been more perfect. This song playing as you two drove through mildly quiet downtown Cincinnati, windows down, the cooler air slipping into the car, nipping your skin but in a comforting way.
The sky was clear so despite the city lights, you could still see the beautiful stars in the sky. The man you loved to the left of you, his tattooed hand on your thigh, you wearing his hoodie, and both finally saying out loud that you loved each other. Your heart was surely the size of both of your lungs combined at this point. Every bad thing that happened today vanished from your brain like it never even happened. This was what heaven looked like to you.
He must have felt this moment too because his hand finds yours and laces your fingers together, giving it a soft squeeze.
“Long as you dreamin' 'bout me, ain't no problem
I don't got nobody, just with you right now
Tell the truth, I look better under you
I can't lose when I'm with you
How can I snooze and miss the moment?
You just too important
Nobody do body like you do”
“Damn” Tee murmurs and shakes his head.
“What?” You ask.
“You…the way you make me feel. It’s just wild” he says, full on blushing and you couldn’t help but blush in return.
“Quit Tee” you smile down at your clasped hands.
“You quit” he chuckles.
“Ain't a home when you not here
Hard to grow when you not here, I'm sayin'
I can't lose when I'm with you”
“You should stay over tonight” he glances over at you with hopeful eyes.
“Teeee” you sigh.
“Please? It’ll kill me to take you home tonight” he juts his bottom lip out.
“That’s very dramatic” you giggle and flick his lip.
“It’s not dramatic. I don’t wanna take you home, especially now” he says, squeezing your thigh. You smile sadly and rest your head on his arm, your mind already working to figure something out. You didn’t want him to take you home either.
After another half an hour or so, he pulls back up to your house. He leans his head back onto the head rest and looks at you, his eyes sad.
“Don’t look at me like that, Tee” you whine.
“I don’t want you to leave. It’s been a week and I miss you” he sighs, looking down at your hands intertwined, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your hand.
“You’ll see me at the game this weekend” you tell him but he still didn’t like that. You wanted to play a little hard to get now.
He turns his head back, looking forward. You knew he was pouting.
“Tee”
You sigh when he doesn’t answer you. His hand still rested on your thigh as you watched him. You get an idea.
You unbuckle your seatbelt and climb over the console and into his lap, straddling his hips. He looks up at you, eyes widened slightly. He gave you a quick glance up and down before his eyes meeting yours as you speak up.
“Can I suggest something?” You ask and he hums.
“I would stay at your place, but I have stuff to do here tomorrow, stuff that I could get done while you’re at practice. So what if we stayed at my place tonight? I know it’s not as nice as y-“
“Okay” he smiles, his hands running up your thighs and holds onto your hips.
“Okay?”
“Okay. But I might have to run home to grab stuff for tomorrow, if that’s okay?”
“Well yeah, of course, whatever you need to do. Are you sure it’s okay?” You ask running yours hands up and down his shoulders.
“More than okay. I don’t care where we stay, as long as you’re there” he smiles again and you couldn’t help but smile back.
“And then I could stay with you this weekend?” You suggest.
“Absolutely” he nods.
You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into neck.
“I’ve also missed you” you say, pressing gentle kisses onto his neck, your breath sending chills down his spine. He wraps his arms around you tightly in a hug. He couldn’t get enough of you, ever.
“I’m going to go home and grab my iPad for our meetings and grab more clothes so I can stay a couple days, okay?” He asks, running his thumb over your bottom lip.
“Okay”
“That okay with you?”
“More than okay with me” you kiss his lips multiple times, him giving you a loving and healthy smack to the ass before you crawl out of his lap and out of the car.
“I’ll be back. I love you” he smiles. God, it felt so good for him to say that, and it felt so good for you to hear it.
“I love you. Be careful” you smile back, giving him another kiss before shutting his door and making your way back into the house.
Holy shit. What a day.
45 minutes later, as you laid on the couch, you get a knock on your door.
“Damn it” you curse under your breath as you hop off the couch and run to the door. You accidentally locked the door out of habit.
You unlock the door and open it to be greeted by Tee who had a bookbag on his shoulder and a duffel bag hanging by his side.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to lock it” you say grimacing.
“Don’t want me to stay, huh?” He smirks pushing his body up against yours, backing you further into your living room, shutting the door behind him.
“Don’t you start being dramatic again. You know I want you to stay. I want you to stay all the time” you cock an eyebrow at him, sliding your hands up his arms and around his neck as he drops his bags.
“Mhm” he hums as he presses his lips to yours, his tongue making its way into your mouth, giving you all the feels.
Tee’s hands slide from your hips to your ass, squeezing it with his large hands. You moan into his mouth and he presses his hands into your ass so your hips press into his.
After a couple minutes of your make out sesh in the middle of your living room, he pulls away slightly, his breath fanning your face. He must have brushed his teeth before coming back over to your house because you tasted and smelled mint.
“You make me feel…insane” he says.
“Is that a good or bad thing?” You ask and he smiles at you.
“So good” he chuckles, reattaching your lips for a few more minutes before you break away again.
“As much as I want to continue this, it’s so late and you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning if you don’t go to sleep” you breathe out.
“You right. Tomorrow, after I get back?” He smirks.
“If you’re lucky” you shrug, giggling at his expression.
“I’m very lucky, damn it” he says nuzzling his face into your neck making you laugh.
“Let’s go to bed, you exhaust me” you sigh, walking past him towards your bedroom.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, baby” he says, giving a harsh smack to your ass as he walks behind you.
“Tee!” You gasp and he smiles innocently.
You two eventually get changed into more comfortable clothes and get comfy in bed, your back pressed against his front, his long arms wrapped around you and his face nuzzled into your neck, mumbling “I love you’s” to each other that still didn’t feel real.
And that’s when he starts to slowly hum a melody that you both listened to earlier in the night, allowing you to relax and finally drift to sleep.
I can't lose when I'm with you.
How can I snooze and miss the moment?
You just too important.
Nobody do body like you do, you do.
#tee higgins#teeeeee#tee is everything#cincinnati bengals#nfl#joe burrow#tee higgins fic#fluffy#fanfic#tee higgins x reader#joe burrow fan fic
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hi hi hi hi cat!! i Just saw your post asking for requests so here i am haunting your inbox 🤭❤️
i can’t stop thinking about a scene with hotch and bau!reader sharing a room on a case and reader makes him do a face mask with her bc he’s old she can tell he’s stressed and stress is hard on your skin </3
My sweet little Lin hiiiiiiii! Thank you for stopping by I luv youuuuu
Thought it’d work best if reader and Hotch were in an established relationship so yeah <333 this is their night routine during a case. Some alcohol consumption but besides that just domestic fluff
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Even in the middle of a case you and Aaron managed to make sweet plans for the night. Most times it ended up being you two, a pile of files and a shared glass of red wine.
This time was no different. Though this particular case has been taking too much space in Aaron's mind.
You could tell it’d been tough on him by the way he threw his head back and shut his eyes every now and then.
"Okay, let's take a break." You took the folder off his hand. "Drink this,” you handed him the glass with the last sip of wine. “Then we'll take a shower and go to bed. We have a long day tomorrow."
"If the unsub doesn't strike again tonight." Aaron throws his head back and closes his eyes while frowning for the hundredth time.
"Does your head hurt?" you ask, placing a soft peck on his cheek.
"My eyes burn. I just need to sleep." He returned the kiss. “Shower first sounds nice.”
You go to warm up the shower and by the time you’re both in your pajamas, in front of the mirror brushing your teeth, you get one last idea to make his night a little nicer.
“Bought these when I went to the drugstore.” You take out some face masks. “The other one was for Emily but I think you should use it instead.”
He raised his brows in confusion.
“Oh don’t pretend you don’t like them,” you teased him.
“We usually do those that paint our faces,” he said while mirroring you and ripping the package open.
“Yeah but they take too much space in my bag. So these’ll do.”
You let him put it on his own and supervise him through the mirror. He struggled a bit to fit the eyes and nose where they should be but managed to do it anyway.
“Like… that?” He asked, smoothing down the soft sheet over his skin like an expert.
“You’re a natural.” You smiled. “Yours is supposed to… reduce swelling and relax your skin.”
“Is mine not the same as yours?” He arched his brows.
“No, mine is anti-aging.”
“There’s no way to avoid that, honey. Same thing with the swelling you say I have.”
“But it helps us. And they feel nice on your skin.” You finished adjusting yours.
“They do feel nice.” He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the crook of your neck. “Can we sleep with these on?”
“Uh…” you reached for the packaging and read closely. “It doesn’t say we shouldn’t so…”
#this is so silly#and domestic JSJSJ#thank you Lin I luv you#blurbs#aaron hotchner blurb#aaron hotchner fanfiction#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner fluff
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enha healing your inner child｡⊹˚.⋆
requested <3
↻ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader
↻ GENRE ! tooth rotting fluff
↻ WC ! 4.5k new record woop
↻ WARNINGS ! fake chainsaw in niki’s, ynwon slapping each others butts i dunno?!
a/n: this request was so detailed and creative, lots of credit goes to the amazing anon <3
please enjoy, especially dear anonnie who requested this, and thank you again~
// LEE HEESEUNG !
when heeseung first found out you didn’t know how to ride a bike, he started laughing
“seriously? that’s adorable,” he thinks for a moment, “and a perfect date idea.”
your eyes widened, “wait, what?”
there’s no turning back now
before you knew it, heeseung had ushered you to an empty parking lot, his bike being pulled along next to him the whole time
“yah, if i fall and break my back you’re paying for the hospital bill.” you mutter, arms crossed as you watch your boyfriend lower the bike’s seat to suit your height
he snickers, reaching into his backpack to take out his helmet, “you really think i’d let you fall? stop worrying and put this on.”
you huff in defeat, walking over to the boy and allowing him to buckle the helmet securely around your head
after continuing to baby you by helping strap on the elbow and knee pads, heeseung starts giggling uncontrollably
“you look like a little kid,” he coos in adoration
you pout, smacking his shoulder, “i don’t wanna hear it, you’re the one making me do this.”
heeseung doesn’t deny that, instead deciding to help you get up and onto his bike for the first time
“so, first make sure you always have a strong grip on both handles,” he instructs, guiding your hands in his up to the front of the bike, “and be careful not to lean your body to one side, or you’re just going to fall over.”
after explaining more of the basics, heeseung eventually allows you to begin pedalling for the first time, his hand protectively wrapped around your waist as he slowly jogs along next to you
“see, you already got it!”
“now i really feel like a little kid,” you laugh, continuing to slowly drive along the concrete
heeseung smiles in adoration, “you definitely look like one,” he teases playfully.
“let me take a picture for my lock screen,” he suddenly decides, removing his hand from your waist to pull out his phone
wait, he what
why the hell would he do that? you’ve only been on this thing for a minute and he thinks you’re ready to go?!
the second you no longer feel your boyfriend’s grip steadying you, you start losing control out of nervousness
“hee!” you scream as you begin zig zagging uncoordinatedly, attempting to slow yourself down
meanwhile this idiot was in the middle of opening his camera app, looking up to see you a frightening distance away from him and completely out of control
but luckily, this boy had some long ass legs
he sprinted over to you just in time, wrapping his arms around you to grab the handles right before you inevitably fell over
“never fear, your knight is here~” he says cheesily, as if you didn’t just almost fall to your death
you scoff, “you’re cringe.”
by the end of the day, you’ve become a bike riding pro with the help of a determined heeseung
you can successfully move on your own now, and heeseung took pride in it, saying it was his ‘amazing teaching methods’
you let him believe what he wants… 😒
// PARK JAY !
“y/n, swimming is a life lesson! what are you going to do if you fall off a boat?”
“y/n, swimming is a life lesson! what are you going to do if you fall off a boat?”
“uh, drown probably?” jay facepalms, “i don’t know, okay! i just never got put into lessons.”
that’s the backstory of how you found yourself at the public pool for the first time in years
well, it wasn’t exactly public anymore, as jay insisted on renting out the entire building just to give you swimming lessons
you were sitting at the edge of the pool waiting for jay to finish changing
when he finally comes out from the men’s shower room with a damn whistle around his neck
you can’t help but burst into a teasing chuckle, “yah, are you the new lifeguard or something?” you ask, not so subtly checking him out in the process
“nope, this is for teaching purposes only,” jay clarifies proudly, joining you at the edge of the pool
you decide to not question whatever that means as he helps you into the cold water, sighing in relief as you realize your feet can reach the ground
“i really feel like a little kid at swim class right now,” you sigh
“you pretty much are,” jay adds unhelpfully, suddenly turning you around so your back is pressed against his bare chest
gulping at the close contact, you watch as he grabs your arms in his hands and guides you, “first let’s just make sure you can float, since that’s the most important thing.”
jay demonstrates by lifting your arms up and down, while also instructing you to constantly move your legs back and forth
“there we go,” he watches proudly as you kick back and forth, suddenly moving backwards to leave you by yourself
out of nowhere, he blows his whistle making you yelp in surprise, “alright, now go touch the end and come back!”
excuse me
“yah! i just learned how to float you dumbass, how am i supposed to get all the way over there?” you demand, pointing to the other side of the pool in disbelief
he shrugs, “fine, let me show you how it’s done.”
of course, instead of teaching you jay ends up showing off for the next ten minutes doing fancy tricks and techniques in the water
“now this one is called the frog kick, basically you have to..”
“so for this technique, you have to put a lot of strength into your legs..”
“see how i angle my arms here? that’s because..”
finally, you cut in, “babe, can we start with like, doggy paddling before we get to all the complex methods?”
“oh,” jay realises, “yeah that’s probably a good idea.”
besides getting distracted and completely off topic every once in a while, your boyfriend was an amazing teacher
by the end of his lessons you could keep yourself afloat quite well, and even hold your breath while swimming to the other sides of the pool
after jay would definitely be telling this to the members, bragging about how good a teacher he is and that maybe he should quit being an idol to be a swim coach instead
then he’d go out and buy you goggles because apparently you weren’t done learning just yet
from now on, enjoy swim lessons with jay once a week !!
// SIM JAKE
there is one reason you and jake have shown up at the autumn carnival that you usually skipped every year
a brand new event has been opened
a corn maze.
not only that, there was a prize for the first team that could reach the middle of the maze and get the trophy:
free food coupons that were valid to be used anywhere else in the carnival
neither you or jake were ones to turn down free food
so as soon as your boyfriend found out about it, he practically dragged you there, insisting that it’d be ‘a piece of cake’
you agreed the whole thing sounded quite fun, it definitely made you feel like a little kid again looking up at the ridiculously tall, flowering corn that you’d have to be racing through
however, it seemed like a bunch of other couples had the same idea, lining up to get entrance tickets right behind the two of you
“it’s fine babe,” jake whispers, following your slightly worried glances at all your opponents, “we just have to assert dominance right off the bat by running in front of everyone else.”
you scoff, “yeah, then what’re we gonna do at the actual puzzles? you don’t even know what 7x8 is.”
jake gasps in offense, “wh— of course i do! it’s…” he trails off, a concentrated look on his face
“exactly,” you conclude, making jake pout in defeat
the beginning of the race went rather smoothly, while everyone else walked calmly through the entrance, you and jake sprinted past them like children, grinning competitively
“why are those losers walking anyway? don’t they wanna win?” jake asks out of breath
“maybe some people are just here to have fun instead of treating it as a life or death competition, couldn’t be us,” you shrug
yeah, you two were perfect for each other
soon enough you and jake have made it to the first checkpoint where if you want to get through, you have to answer a riddle on the screen
“what goes up, but never comes back down,” you read
“what kind of bullshit question is that? a balloon?” jake suggests
you type in his answer on the screen, but it only flashes red, signalling it was incorrect
after a few more minutes of failures, you both begin to get nervous at the sound of other contestants footsteps
“oh, i got it,” you suddenly smirk, typing in another answer
as soon as you finish writing in “age”, the light above the screen turns green
you grin proudly, taking jakes hand in yours to continue running through the maze
“i think i just fell in love with you,” he sighs dreamily
the rest of the checkpoints had puzzles of their own, but unfortunately for jake, none of them were anything physical
luckily, you ignored the boy calling you a ‘nerd’ as you were able to answer all of them yourself
it looked like you and jake had just won a marathon by the time you finally escaped the cornfield
you both came to a stop, panting and absolutely exhausted
“why were we even running? we were the only ones actually trying to win,” you huff with your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath
jake shrugs, “it made it more fun in my opinion, even though i had to carry you halfway through.”
you smack his shoulder making him yelp, “don’t act like i didn’t get us through the actual hard part, you didn’t answer a single question!”
even if you guys continued bantering, all that mattered was the fact that you earned the prize
in you opinion you had mostly won because of your amazing puzzle skills featuring jake being confused in the background
but at least he piggybacked you through the maze when you got tired!
either way it was a hell lot of fun, and after you both enjoyed eating as much as you possibly could with your newly achieved food coupons <3
// PARK SUNGHOON !
“i have a really bad feeling about whatever you’re doing,” sunghoon grunts, watching you pull on your favorite yellow rain coat
you only snicker mischievously, searching deep through your closet until you pull out your matching rubber boots
“y/n, have you looked outside?” he mutters, putting his phone down entirely to continue watching you
it was an absolute downpour, not just any light shower outside
and all sunghoon knew was if you were planning to go out there, somehow he’d be coaxed into doing the same
and outside in a damn rainstorm was the last place he wanted to be right now
“why else would i be putting these on, dumbass?” you reply, gesturing to your boots
“now get over here and put on yours too,” you grin
“absolutely not,” your boyfriend says simply, picking up his phone again in an attempt to ignore you
however the sound of your loud boots stomping towards him made him gulp nervously
“hoonie,” you coo, “come outside and dance in the rain with me pleeeasseee~”
sunghoon was a weak, weak man
in a raincoat of his own, he found himself being pulled down the wet pavement by you, who was smiling a bit too brightly considering how ugly the weather was
the whole time he asked where you were even going, but you insisted that it was a surprise
when you finally stopped, sunghoon looked up to find the both of you in the middle of downtown, right in the town centre
the sidewalks lined with stores that were usually crowded were now solemn and empty due to the weather, the only sign of movement being the raindrops racing down the mini roofs covering each entrance
it was getting darker and darker too, the only source of light being the lampposts in each corner of the roundabout
you watch sunghoon look around, his mouth parted slightly in awe
you smile at his adorable expression, “i knew you’d love it, aren’t you glad you listened to me now?”
sunghoon swallows, pulling his hood higher over his head, “this seriously feels like a kdrama, how did you think of coming here?”
you shrug, “it looked pretty in the daytime, i wondered what it’d be like all silent at night,” you take his hands suddenly, making him look at you, “now c’mon, did you forget why we’re here?”
the next twenty minutes was full of giggles and smiles as you and sunghoon did all sorts of dancing around the town square
everytime you’d jump in a puddle, sunghoon would scold you and your childish antics, but eventually he gave up and began doing the same
you were both a soggy mess, absolutely drenched in water yet without a worry in the world
“babe!” you happily call out to your boyfriend who was adjusting his own rain boots behind you
sunghoon looks up, “yeah?”
he glances down, realising you’re standing in the middle of what could possibly be the biggest puddle he’s ever seen, resembling more of a mini lake
he starts laughing, “yah, seriously, how the hell did you get there?”
you grin back, “c’mere!” you shout back, making grabby hands towards him
he smiles, shaking his head in disbelief
only for you would he walk into a damn puddle in the middle of a rainstorm at 10pm
right as sunghoon takes his first step into the deep water, you suddenly lift your foot in his direction, splashing all the water onto his front
his jaw drops, hand coming up to wipe the water from his face, “you are so dead,” he swears, running towards you while you cackle, dashing the opposite way and leaving splashes of water behind each step
the chase didn’t last very long, as sunghoon easily outruns you, pulling you backwards and into his most definitely wet embrace
he turns you around, smiling instantly at the sight of your beyond happy expression before tugging your hood down
you gasp, doing the same to him, “if my hairs getting wet, so is yo-“
you’re interrupted by sunghoon sealing his lips to yours, hugging you closely as the rain continues to cascade down the both of your faces
you both stay like that for a bit, enjoying each other’s presence
but before it turns into a full on makeout session, he pulls away, “thanks for bringing me here, i swear i’ve never had more fun in my life.”
you roll your eyes, “yeah, if only you listened to me more you could experience more things like thi—“
*splash*
“park sunghoon!”
// KIM SUNOO !
you’re at an outdoor mall shopping with sunoo and jay
it’s been a pretty successful trip so far, having bought some new outfits and a few gifts for the other members
sunoo insisted on paying for pretty much everything you wanted, no matter how much you protested
meanwhile jay being the rich mf he is bought literally anything he set his eyes on
which is also how you guys ended up having to rent a whole wagon to carry all your bags
all three of you are continuing your journey outside the entrances to the stores when you suddenly notice a unique sign up front
“oh my god, guys look!” you squeal, making both jay and your boyfriend turn to see where you’re pointing at
sunoo gasps instantly, while jay groans
“plushie world!? that sounds amazing, we have to go there hyung!”
you nod along, watching jay take the wagon from sunoo’s hand, “i wouldn’t be caught dead in there, you two kids go and i’ll wait outside.”
he glances between the both of you once more, “and don’t you dare buy anything, it already looks like a ripoff from out here.”
“yes, dad,” you reply snarkily, watching jay walk ahead of the both of you to find a bench
sunoo seems unphased though, grabbing your hand in his and skipping along through the door
plushie world was, well, like the name suggests, absolutely full of plushies from top to bottom
shelves upon shelves of different animals with cute faces lined the walls, all of them well made and colorful
“i feel like a little kid again, this is literally heaven,” you grin, running to pick up an eagle plushie
you giggle, presenting it to sunoo, “baby look, it’s jay.”
he laughs, “we have to buy that for him, it’ll be so funny.”
“he’s going to kill us,” you pointed out, placing it into your basket anyway
your boyfriend suddenly gasps again, making you look over to see him now holding a penguin
“this is so cute, we have to get sunghoon hyung too!”
anyone can see where this is going
only a few minutes later, your basket is filled to the brim with plushies for every member
a cat for jungwon, a deer for heeseung, a cheetah for niki, and a dog for jake
the last one you added in was a fox for your boyfriend of course~
“and that totals to 122$ please,” the cashier states, making both your and sunoo’s jaws drop
“for- for seven plushies?” you wondered aloud
“yes, these plushies are extremely high quality and well made.”
sunoo gulps, putting in his card pin anyway
“maybe jay was right about this place being a ripoff,” you mutter, watching your ridiculously long receipt print out
*a few minutes later*
“one hundred!?” jay says, flabbergasted, “do you guys not know what price tags are? and not only that, i said don’t get anything!”
“but once we got one for you, it wouldn’t be fair if we didn’t get something for everyone else too,” sunoo explains, pouting
jay facepalms, watching as you shyly drop your bag of plushies into the already overflowing wagon
from that day on, sunoo and you were permanently banned from plushie world <\3
// YANG JUNGWON !
“you have to admit, zuko is kind of hot.”
jungwon rolls his eyes, “fine, maybe before he shaved all his hair off.”
you had begged your boyfriend to sleepover at your place tonight
and it was a pretty achieving night so far, as you’d successfully forced jungwon into binging avatar with you
because this uncultured mf hasn’t watched it before… imagine 🙄
but it was okay as he was absolutely invested in it now and you bonded over hating azula <3
you’d just finished watching the entire first arc when jungwon decided he wanted to go for a late night walk after his eyes started burning
his excuse was pretty valid, so here you both were, holding hands as you walked down the dimly lit sidewalk
“so i told sunoo hyung that he was overreacting because i seriously didn’t shower for that long, right? like, first of all i have to shampoo and condition twice, then i do body wash and shave so honestly, how is fourty minutes even—“ jungwon pauses mid-rant when he noticed your attention suddenly shifting to the left
he quickly bends forward to look over you, a small playground coming into view
without another word, he grins, dragging you across the road until you’re both stood in front of the giant playset
“wah, this takes me back to elementary school,” he sighs, releasing his grip on your hand to begin climbing up the rock wall
you giggle, taking the opportunity to smack his butt, making him yelp out and turn to see your playful expression, “you seriously need to stop doing that!”
you only continue laughing, climbing up yourself once he’s reached the platform
once you’re both on top of the playset, you turn to see a big, silver slide
“remember when other kids would put wood chips at the bottom to block your way?”
jungwon looks away from you shyly, “i may have been one of those kids.”
you look at him with disappointment, “that’s why i think zuko is hotter than you.”
your boyfriend gasps in offense, suddenly forcing you to sit down in front of the slide, flopping down behind you
“i’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that,” he deadpans, wrapping his arms around your waist
“okay, but i think we’re a bit big for this,” you acknowledge, watching as jungwon tries to squeeze his legs outside of yours on the tiny slide
“stop ruining the moment,” jungwon scolds, smirking like an idiot before beginning to push you both forward, “okay, three, two, one, go!”
the enjoyment lasted about well
two seconds as you and jungwon reach the bottom of the slide almost instantly
“that felt way more fun as a kid,” you whine
when jungwon doesn’t reply, you turn to see him already running to find a new source of entertainment at the monkeybars
you quickly catch up to him, watching as he swings from bar to bar, skipping one in between like a real show off
before he reaches the end, you don’t miss the opportunity to take out your phone and snap a few candid pictures of him
“jagi, you try now,” jungwon insists, pushing you towards the ladder, “i want pictures of you too. my lock screen of jay hyung snoring is getting kinda old.”
you gulp, anxiously walking over to begin climbing up the steps while staring down at the ground
jungwon, knowing you ever so well quickly catches on to your nervousness, putting his phone back into his pocket
“what’s wrong?”
you flush slightly, feeling embarrassed, “well—“ you look away from his worried gaze, “i never actually learned how to do this as a kid, i was too scared.”
the boy quickly smiles again, eyes turning into crescents, “you’re so cute,” he skips over to you excitedly, “i’ll help you, c’mon.”
“this is embarrassing, won!” you complain, gripping the first bar anyway
meanwhile jungwon stands behind you, helping you kick off the platform so you're now midair
“you look so cute, c’mon keep going! one hand in front of the other babe!” he grins, both hands still hovering near your waist in case you slip
slowly but steadily, you’d made it all the way to the last monkeybar with the help of jungwon’s encouraging praises
“one more!” he cheers, giggling a bit too excitedly
“my hands probably have about thirty blisters by now,” you mutter, finally swinging to the last bar before planting down onto the ending platform
jungwon suddenly slaps your butt, “woohoo! you did it! i’m so proud of you~”
“yah, why do i get a slap as my congratulation!?” you say, rubbing your backside and watching as jungwon giggles mischievously
“i only got my revenge,” he says sassily, pulling you in for a peck, “is that better you big baby?”
“yeah..” you look behind jungwon for a moment, barely making out a set of swings in the distance and grinning, “won, come push me!”
jungwon sighs happily, watching you run off towards the swingset
he was in for a long night at the playground
though if it was with you, he wasn’t complaining <3!
// NISHIMURA RIKI !
you and niki were at an amusement park, having set a goal to go on as many rides as possible before your tickets expired
so far you’d been on pretty much every roller coaster they had to offer, the whole ride niki would be laughing his ass off while you screamed for your life at each drop 😞
the both of you even went on the little kids carousel, ignoring the disapproving looks parents gave you as you climbed onto the horses and took selfies
next, like the children you were, you both decided to play rock paper scissors to decide who’d pay for the cotton candy
but luckily for you, niki was much too predictable
this idiot almost always played rock, and, just like you expected, he did
you easily beat him with paper, which led to niki grumpily pulling out his wallet now the both of you were continuing through the park with cotton candy in hand, trying to decide where to go next
looking at the colorful map, you smirk when you notice a giant black castle labelled “horror house”
“i bet you’re too scared to go in there,” you smirk at your boyfriend, pointing down to the drawing teasingly
the boy next to you looks over and scoffs, “a haunted house, seriously?”
“what? they can be really scary sometimes!”
niki ruffles your hair, making you frown at him in annoyance, “yeah ‘cause you’re a wimp. that place is for kids, why would i be scared of that?”
bro ate his words real fast
after about ten seconds of entering the house, some fake zombie statue jumped out of the darkness and sent niki absolutely screaming into your chest, which only scared the both of you even more
“i told you they were scary!” you yell, finding niki’s hand and gripping it nervously
niki sighs in relief once the zombie disappears, “that wasn’t even scary, really.”
you roll your eyes, continuing to walk cautiously through the house, “i just wanna get out of here now.”
he laughs at that, looking over to you and barely making out your side profile in the darkness, “don’t worry babe, i’ll protect yo—“
“niki,” you interrupt, suddenly going completely still
he stops next to you at the use of his real name, looking down to see your hand gripping his even tighter than before, “what?”
you don’t say anything, stepping backwards hesitantly
this mf still seems to be amused for some unknown reason, smiling and searching around the pitch black hallway to try and find what you were so scared about
finally, he notices a barely visible silhouette in the shadows, a masked figure with a clearly fake chainsaw
he chuckles, “c’mon babe, that’s just a statue, it- oh shit!” out of nowhere, the person started running towards you, the fake chainsaw turning on and buzzing loudly
you scream instantly, pulling your boyfriend along as you practically sprint the opposite way, the sound of the chainsaw getting closer edging you on
niki is having the time of his life, a bit scared himself but also laughing uncontrollably at your reaction
from next to you, you can see him turning his head around to make stupid faces at the person chasing you, still giggling like an idiot
“what is wrong with you!?” you yell, completely out of breath by the time you’ve both escaped the house
“that was amazing!” he exclaims, looking back to see the masked actor still there, waving goodbye
without hesitation, niki jogs back towards them, “can i get a picture?”
yeah, instead of asking if you were okay after just running away for your life, your boyfriend goes to take selfies with the enemy 😒
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“You recieve flowers from another boy and Jungkook doesn’t like that you do. He doesn’t like it at all.”
Pairing: husband!Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: married life!AU, domestic Fluff, slight Smut
Warnings: jealous!Koo, whiney!Koo, dom!Reader, mommy kink, talks about cockwarming & edging, allusions to shower sex & sex on an office desk, listen this is cuter than one may think, the Fluff in here just hits right
Wordcount: 2.6k
a/n: this is just something short and sweet about the aaol!couple. I feel like this is 100% something Kook would do because he’s competitive like that :( haha please they are so adorable, I just wanna smooch them both 🥺💗
Jungkook had his free day today, playing house husband while you were busy with college. Normally the two of would have spend his free day together, going on dates and having way too much sex, but your midterms were coming up and you needed today to study with some of your classmates. Jungkook was very sad about it, but didn’t let it show because he wanted to be supportive. He knows how much you love studying and he would never want to be the reason why you failed your midterms. So he accepted his fate in silence and decided to be your helpful house husband (quite literally husband) for the day.
He cleaned every room in the penthouse thoroughly, did the laundry, stored said laundry away after folding it neatly, took care of your shared houseplants, went grocery shopping and then it was already time for him to start preparing dinner.
He follows a French recipe today. Something with lots of finesse and perfectly balanced flavours. His goal was to impress you.
You text him in the middle of his preparations.
Jungkook turns off the water, abandoning the aubergines he washed before to dry his hands on his pants and reach for his phone. He falters for a second to stare at his lock screen picture. It’s a candid snapshot from your wedding of you and him kissing on the dance floor. His sister took the picture and sent it to him. He loves that picture. Smiling, he unlocks his phone and taps on your chat.
- My Love ♡: leaving campus now, should be home by seven
- My Love ♡: ❤
Jungkook smiles. You don’t use emojis in your texts, but you always make sure to at least send him a heart because you know that he likes getting them. Jungkook appreciates this little gesture so much.
He answers you with a fluttering heart.
- Jungkook: okey dokey ^*^ I'm cooking French tonight ❤
Your answer comes seconds later.
- My Love ♡: can’t wait
- My Love ♡: my best Bunny ❤
"Stop", Jungkook gasps then bursts into uncontrollable giggles as he bounces around the kitchen. He hugs his phone to his chest, bursting in happiness. He's your best Bunny.
Quick! He has to text you back and tell you how much he loves you!
- Jungkook: I love you Mommy *•*
- Jungkook: ❤❤❤
He waits with bated breath for what you will answer him.
- My Love ♡: I love you too Bunny ❤
Jungkook giggles, almost going up in flames from how happy he feels. He spends the rest of his dinner preparations singing happy songs and dancing.
He also ends up changing out of his grubby sweat suit into a blue jeans and jumper combination. A beige apron is keeping it from getting dirty, accentuating his petite waist as a bonus point. Jungkook hopes that you will like his clothes.
He just finished setting up the table when the familiar ding of the elevator opening rings through the penthouse.
Jungkook is tingling in excitement, leaving the kitchen in big steps to greet you by the door.
"Oh, hey there Bunny", you greet him first, flashing him an eye smile. You carry a bouquet of flowers in your hands.
"You got me flowers?" he gasps, then runs to hug you, "thank you so much. I love them", he mumbles into the crook of your neck.
He kisses the spot softly, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume.
"Oh dear", you chuckle, "I actually received them from someone, but you can have them if you want to", you tell him, caressing his lower back.
"What?" Jungkook breaks away, "someone gave you flowers? Who?"
"Hyunjin, you know the boy who's in the same human studies class than me."
"Hyunjin? The handsome one?"
Jungkook watches you shrug off your coat and then slip out of your shoes. You store both in their supposed location. The flowers are still in your hold as you do.
"I don't know. I never really thought about whether he's handsome or not”, you tell him.
"Isn’t he the one who's younger than you?"
"Yeah, that’s him."
"Ah."
So that terribly handsome and intelligent and younger man, who just so happens to call you noona on top of it, gave you flowers. Jungkook doesn’t feel so good about dinner anymore or the evening as a whole. As a matter of fact, he feels kind of poopy.
"Yeah, it was a thank you present because I helped him with getting his notes in order. It’s very sweet of him."
"Mhm-hm yeah sure, it is."
"I just hope they didn’t have to suffer too much on my way home. I'll just quickly put them into water and then you have to show me what you cooked because it smells amazing. I kid you not, I’m so excited. Your cooking’s always amazing, love", you call out as you disappear in the hallway leading to your office.
Jungkook stomps off with a pout and his stomach tight in jealousy. Stupid Hyunjin and stupid flowers and stupid studying. He regrets not saying anything to you this morning. He should have said something and made you stay with him. Stupid supportiveness and stupid Hyunjin and stupid college. He begins plating the food, doing so rather groggily. Stupid food and stupid plates and stupid pots and stupid decorations and stupid Hyunjin and stupid flowers. Stupid everything. Everything is stupid.
Arms snake around his waist then, hands feel up his pecs. Jungkook tenses up, but continues pouting.
"You look so handsome, Bunny. I love the clothes”, you tell him, rounding him all while keeping your arms locked with him tightly, “your waist looks so good in that apron.”
You appear in his vision, smiling at him. Your fingers brush his cheek in a soft caress, your thumb outlines his upper lip for just a second.
“I missed you so much today, love”, you tell him.
Jungkook lowers his eyes. Stupid heart. Stupid, stupid heart being so stupid because it’s being so stupid and jealous.
“I missed you too”, he mumbles and then with a huff of air he rests his chin on your shoulder and hugs your middle.
“Gosh, you’re so cute”, you say, caressing his back, “you know that we have to make up for our lost date today? I want you all to myself for the rest of the day.”
“Me too”, he says. The attention feels good and makes the jealousy a little easier to bear, but somehow it still doesn’t go away. As a matter of fact, it will stay with him for the rest of the evening. Even when later during your movie night you become bored and decide to warm his cock instead while leaving kisses all over his neck. Or even farther down the line when you have reduced him to a sweaty and breathless mess with an edged cock and way too much cum to spare. Or even later when he could finally show off all the cum when you jerk him off from behind as the hot water of your shared shower steams up the entire bathroom and makes his body burn up.
Even when you have long found your snuggle spot under the blankets and Jungkook can fall asleep as your big spoon, there was still a twinge of jealousy in the deepest pits of his stomach.
He did one thing however. He didn’t let it show. Not once. He could have brought it up, most definitely should have, but he didn’t. The evening was just too nice to ruin it with his stupid feelings and you were too sweet to accuse you of something you have no fault in. He regrets it once you have fallen asleep and he is left with his racing thoughts of Hyunjin seducing you with his handsome face and young mind and jokes. At one point he even imagined you and that dude making out in class and Jungkook felt so outraged in jealousy that he almost woke you up just to beg you to never ever to do that. He ended up not waking you because he felt way too silly.
So come the next morning and you leave him with a kiss and a "it'll get late again today", Jungkook feels as if his chance to be honest has long passed. So he kisses you back and wishes you a good day. The part where he also wishes that you wouldn’t meet that Hyunjin guy today, he keeps to himself.
It is almost eight when you come home that day. Jungkook knows, as you texted him. Just as he knows that you will be bringing home two big servings of Rambokki and vanilla ice cream.
"Bunny! I'm home!" you call out.
Jungkook appears a few seconds later, still dressed in his business suit and with the same hairstyle he had this morning. As handsome as always, managing to make your heart flutter.
"Hey my love", he greets you with a kiss, "how was your day?"
"Good, good. I made lots of progress."
"Yeah? That’s great to hear. Did you study alone today?"
"No, it was the same group as yesterday."
"Ah. So Hyunjin was there too?"
"Yup, but only for two hours then he had to leave for soccer practice."
"Ah soccer, I bet he must be really muscular then."
You give him a look, "I can't really….tell…I haven’t really looked at him…that..way..Bunny what's going on? Why are you talking so weirdly?"
Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, "nothing's going on. I was just curious”, he explains nonchalantly, helping you slip out of your coat and storing it away for you.
"Okay? Are you sure?"
He nods his head, "yup totally."
He takes the plastic containers of Rambokki from you, carrying them to the kitchen for you.
“I see that you didn’t get any presents today. Sad”, he says.
“Yeah..no, I didn’t… Jungkook are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yep, everything’s okay. I was just curious”, he dismisses you nonchalantly.
You follow him, studying him with wary eyes. Something is up. He is acting so weird with all those questions he is asking. It’s not like him to act that way.
"Do you want to talk about something, Kook?" you offer.
"Huh?" he turns, "ah no, I don’t."
You squint your eyes at him in disbelief.
"I wanna show you something", he says and takes your hand, "come with me. It’s in your office."
"Okay?" you follow him, "seriously Kook, what's going on? You’re so weird today."
"Just wait. I'll show you."
He stops in front of your office and turns to you.
"Close your eyes."
“Not until you tell me why you’re acting so weird.”
“No, please close your eyes”, he insists with a pout.
“Fine”, you give in with a sigh, “I’ll close my eyes.”
You allow him to lead you inside with his hands on your shoulders. It seems that he positions you in the middle of the room. Then he steps back, but keeps his hand on your lower back.
"Okay, open them."
You do, having to stumble back in pure shock.
"Holy fuck- what the- oh my god!" you exclaim.
Your entire office is filled with flowers. Dozens and dozens of bouquets, intricately done flower statues, potted flowers. All placed in a well thought through place to make everything work together. They were all big, clearly done by an expert and in the middle of them all, sitting on your office desk in your measly vase are the flowers of your classmate. Placed there solely to be outshined by everything else.
"Jungkook" you press out, turning to him.
He is grinning, carrying triumph in his eyes.
"Isn’t that nice? Now that's what I call a flower surprise. See? That’s how it's done."
This is the moment when everything shifts into place for you.
"Oh my god Jungkook, you’re jealous", you exclaim.
He widens his eyes as if caught red handed.
"No?" he laughs panicky, "I just wanted to surprise my wife, because you’re my wife and as your husband it’s my right to give you flowers? I’m not jealous?"
You scoff, "ah yes of course and it’s not because handsome, muscular Hyunjin gave me flowers last night."
"Don't call him that", Jungkook complains loudly, exposing himself right here and there.
You give him a knowing grin, "see? You’re not at all jealous. Of course not."
Jungkook huffs out air, "fine, whatever", he gives up, "can you blame me when you gush about how sweet he is? It’s not even a good bouquet. Look at it”, he points at it, “pathetic”, he says with a scrunched up nose, “the flowers don't fit together at all and it’s way too small."
You snicker, "oh excuse him and his tiny student money budget. Not everyone has way too much money to spend on flowers."
"Stop defending him", Jungkook whines, stomping his foot.
He is adorable and if his eyes weren’t carrying so much seriousness, you probably would have snickered.
"I'm not, I’m not", you say, grabbing his waist with a certain strength to it, "hey Kook, I’m not defending him. You’re my only one, you know that, don’t you?"
Jungkook pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You give his waist a soft squeeze and lean in to kiss his cheek.
"Hm?" you stress, giving him the fondest gaze ever, "do you know that you're my best and only Bunny?"
Jungkook crumbles instantly, scrunching his nose up and blushing vividly. He sways his shoulder from side to side, giggling cutely.
"Yeah, I know", he says, beaming at you.
“You do? Then tell me.”
“I’m your best Bunny”, he says through his giggles.
“And?”
“And I’m your only Bunny”, he murmurs, hiding his face behind his sweater paws now that he feels way too giddy and shy.
"Good", you chuckle, caressing his sides, "gosh, you stupid noodle why didn’t you tell me sooner?"
"I don't know. I felt stupid and didn’t wanna ruin last night because it was so much fun."
"Mhm, I see. Maybe you should have because goddamn Kook, those are so many flowers."
"I know right?" he sounds triumphantly cocky again, "I chose all of them myself. That’s what you get from me. I could do this all day, every day."
You laugh. He is so adorable when he tries to show off in order to impress you.
"Please don’t, we'll drown in flowers if you do."
He snickers, “fine, but if that Hyungjing dude keeps giving you flowers, I have to.”
You know that he messed up his name on purpose.
“Hah”, you laugh, “fine, message received. You stupid noodle.”
You turn to him and twist his tie, keeping one hand on his waist. One tug and he is snug against you, looking at you with big eyes and his throat moving in a gulp.
"Thank you so much for the flowers, Bunny", you tug him down so your lips would be close to touching, "you're such a good boy for me. Makes me wanna reward you."
Jungkook whines, grabbing your waist to knead it desperately.
"Mommy what, what about the Rambokki?"
“What about them?” you tease, knowing very well what Jungkook is trying to insinuate here. You want the same thing. After all, it is an outrage that your beloved husband thinks that you would ever replace him for someone like your classmate. It is your duty as his loving wife to wipe those worries from his brain.
“They’ll get cold”, he says breathily, drawing closer and moaning softly when he feels your hand grab his ass roughly.
"We'll just warm them up later", you say, swooping him off his feet by pressing him against your desk. But not before you swept your classmate's flowers on the floor in a quick movement, making sure that Jungkook saw with just how little respect you did it.
Jungkook moans, falling on top of the desk with wobbly knees and a dizzy head. He spreads his legs, aching to have you right between them.
"First, I’m gonna have to eat you up", you rasp, pulling him snug against you.
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Hey Abby, happy Sunday! 🥰 I’m not sure if you’re taking requests right now but if you are I’d (please) love fem reader x rooster or hangman. Maybe after training doesn’t go so well she barges into the hard deck (in front of everyone) and demands one of them fuck her right this second 👀
Hi! Thank you so much for the request ❤️ I actually don’t write smut, but I hope you still enjoy this! My first time writing for Hangman :)
Remedy for a Bad Day
Hangman x fem!reader
Word count: ~1k
Warnings: Suggestiveness. 18+ minors dni
Your bad luck had started early that morning.
Jake was always flirty with you, making suggestive comments that had your body on the right side of warm. You gave it right back, trying your best to get him to break — not that you were ever successful. Though you couldn’t complain too much, you did love that smirk of his and the fire burning behind his eyes.
But he’d taken it too far today. He wouldn’t stop giving his opinions on everything Maverick was saying. You just put your hand out, silently telling him that you were trying to focus. just made him resort to leaning over and whispering along the curve of your ear.
“Not my fault sweetheart. You’re far too beautiful to focus on anything else,” he said, that drawl of his rolling out thick.
And that got its intended reaction, making you turn to him with wide eyes. “Hangman!” You’d tried shushing him, but it came out louder than you meant — which was made all too clear by Maverick fixing his eyes on the two of you.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
Just as you tried to apologize, Jake responded by leaning back and saying, “Nothing more important than your words of wisdom, sir.” The sarcasm dripping from his voice had you dropping your head into your hands.
The embarrassment alone made you think this couldn’t get worse, but you had to bite back a groan when you heard, “Well, I hope you both take bathroom duty more seriously, because you’re on it for the week.”
You waited for Maverick to turn away so you could raise your middle finger to Hangman.
The bad mood followed you on your run during the break, the one you’d started without even acknowledging Hangman after that stunt he pulled. Sweat beaded across your skin, but you just focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Your lungs were on fire, your heart beating out of your chest under the hot California sun. It helped rid your mind of the morning… until you felt a wet plop land on your shoulder.
Your steps stuttered as you looked up, watching as a flock of seagulls flew past — their cawing sounded too much like laughter at you. Instead of returning to the locker room drenched in sweat, you came soaked in water after angrily washing yourself off at the nearest hose.
You’d then gone to training, already wanting the day to be done. But, of course, the universe wasn’t so kind. Maverick’s assignment was running the impossible course for this mission. You knew you were a good pilot, but every misstep meant death — making you slam your hands down on the console as you flew just a second too slow or took a corner too sharp.
Everyone went again and again, each one unsuccessful. Frustration built through your muscles with each failed run, pushing you to your limit. He eventually let the team go, saying they’d pick it up again tomorrow, but his words put a bitter taste in your mouth.
It fogged your brain, begging you to make a million bad choices. Normally, you might’ve tried to go on another run, but as you walked back to your room much later than everyone else, you could hear the distant sound of seagulls flying overhead.
Instead, you gritted your teeth, feeling a headache beginning to form behind your eyes. It continued to pulse as you showered alone, the rest of the team already gone out. But as the water already began to turn ice cold and set your body on edge, you needed to release the tension pooling in your core.
And Hangman owed you a favor.
So you got dressed, broke most of the speed limits, and pushed open the doors to The Hard Deck. Through the chaos of the crowd and loud music, you still found the tall blond with ease.
“Hangman!” you shouted, staring him down. His head immediately shot up to look at you, and that was the first time you’d ever seen him taken aback.
“Come here,” you commanded, curling your finger toward yourself. The slight frown with his scrunched eyebrows was certainly cute, but you loved the smirk that followed your words.
It only took a second before he moved, his long legs sauntering over to you. “Yes, ma’am.”
On any other day, you might’ve had second thoughts, but not today. Not when he looked at you like that.
You met him halfway, energy coursing through you and into your hands as you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. You pulled him close until your breaths were mixing, the intoxicating scent of him filling your mind. That alone was enough to get you addicted, but you needed more. And Hangman was happy to close the distance, his lips molding to yours.
His hand wrapped around your back, bringing your body flush to his. You felt the tip of his tongue against your mouth and savored the groan in the back of his throat when you let him in.
Distantly, you heard hollering and whistles, but you could barely hear over the blood rushing through your ears. You only pulled away to catch your breath, staring into his darkened eyes.
“Wanna get outta here?” you whispered against him.
His teasing smile made your cheeks heat up, your mind turning to mush as he repeated, “Yes, ma’am.”
Pulling him by the collar, you turned back and made your way out of The Hard Deck. Glancing back, you saw Hangman salute your team as they cheered him on. You shook your head, ready to forget about the day… or anything besides his name.
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dirty move
Shane Walsh x GN!Reader
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 827
Summary: Shane is sulking in the shower when you sneak up on him to apologize for something you shouldn't have to.
Content/Warnings: Angst, Smut, Blow Job (m receiving), Dom/Sub Undertones, Possessive Shane.
A/N: I used sweetheart and slut as pet names.
-- Read below or at AO3.
Shane has been in a mood for a few days now, but it seems like it’s gotten worse in the past couple of days after you went out on that run with Rick and Glenn against his wishes. It didn’t help either when you took Rick’s side when he suggested taking the group to the CDC. You were only expressing your opinion, but he took it like you were voting against him. It’s not like he’s your boss. Hell, he’s not even your boyfriend. You do have something that floats in the relationship realm that boils down to straight up fucking for the most part. He’s unlocked a part of you that was hidden, that has helped you cope with his hellish nightmare you were thrown into a couple of months ago. Sometimes, you’d lean on the other for some comfort too, but those moments are very rare.
At the end of the day, you trust him, but that doesn’t give him the right to demand some sort of blind loyalty towards him. His idea of going to Fort Benning wasn’t bad, but you weren’t going to pick his side solely for the fact that you’re sleeping together. In this case, Rick had the safer option, and the former deputy sheriff was right, cause here you are in the bathroom of the underground facility in Atlanta about to take a hot shower.
Shane might not want to admit it, cause he’s stubborn as a mule, but here you are safe. At least for a little while, you get to relax, and eat with the others without thinking about that imminent threat constantly creeping at your back.
Whether you like it or not, it’s up to you to be the bigger person in this situation and try to break that wall he’s put up before it goes up any higher. You actually like him, and you’d be sad if this is over before it even begins.
So, instead of using one of the other available bathrooms, you sneak up on him in the middle of his shower. He’s dramatically drinking from a whiskey bottle like it was literally the end of the world. It kinda is but still, you find it a little too over the top, even for him.
Lowering the bottle, he gulps his drink, as the spray of water runs down his body. He glances at you with scorn as you take the bottle off his hand.
“Hey,” you place it down by the shower screen, “I uh… I thought maybe we could talk.”
“Hm,” he drags a palm along his face, clearing the water off his eyes to take a good look at your bare body. It’s a filthy move, but it works. He hasn’t listened to a word you said since you left the quarry, but now… he’s more willing to.
“Look, I’m sorry. I wasn’t going against you. I was doing what I thought was best for the group. And see, Rick was right and–”
“Sh, sh, sh,” he sends his palm to cover your mouth, and the other to cradle the back of your head, before you can finish your sentence, commanding between clenched teeth, “I don’t wanna hear you say his name again, or that he’s right, got it?”
You can only nod. For better or for worse, you like this darker part of him, too.
He licks his lips then, and tilts his head to the side to nibble your neck with hunger, making your body quiver.
“Now, if you’re really sorry,” he voices in your ear, “you’d get down on your knees and blow me. Are you sorry, sweetheart?”
You nod once more.
“What are you gonna do about it?” He presses himself against your hips, “are you gonna be a good slut?”
You swallow and cautiously get down to your first knee on the tiled floor, and then the other, as he lets go of your head.
“Good choice,” he praises, watching you as you fist his cock, pumping it to have him swell in your hand before using your mouth.
The water keeps splashing his back, steaming up the room even more as you wrap your lips around his flared head. It’s nice for a change to feel his cock clean from sweat and musk he exudes. Though you've grown used to it, it feels easier for you to take him fully like this until it hits the back of your throat.
“No hands, now. Just your mouth,” he orders, grinning like an asshole, “and don't touch yourself. I know you wanna.”
He does know you well, cause your core is desperately demanding to be touched. You sigh and place your palms on either side of his legs, as your lips and tongue do all the work. He holds your head and makes sure you go all the way down his shaft without wavering until his bittersweet essence is spilled in the middle of your tongue.
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Sunrise And Realisations
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Maybe Summer Doesn’t Have to End
Summary: Charles knew you wasn’t a morning person but on your last day together he gets you out of bed at 3am to witness the sunrise across the city
Warnings: none just pure fluff
As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️
Charles stood leaning against the door frame of the bedroom taking on the sight before him, you were fast asleep in bed, the moonlight casting a soft glow across the room. It was a sight he would never get sick of seeing, but he let out a sigh as he realised that today was the last day you were in Monaco. The last night you would sleep in his bed, the last time you would share coffee on the balcony in the morning, the last time he would hear you get excited when you saw a dog, the last time he would hear you sing badly in the shower.
He didn’t want this break to end, he wanted to spend his time wrapped up with you. All his stress washed away when he was with you. Turning his gaze to the digital clock on his nightstand he smiled to himself as the red numbers blinked 03:00. It was time. He had planned this trip the other morning wanting to make your last day together as special as he could.
Quietly he moved across the bedroom, running his fingers down your exposed back, the slight groan that came from you made him smile.
“Sweetheart, it’s time to wake up.” He whispered, watching you stir under his touch.
“It’s still dark.” You mumbled into the pillow, refusing to move. “What time is it?”
“3am,” he chuckled, moving his fingers to your hair.
“Char, it’s too early.” You groaned, “come back to bed, baby.”
“We have plans. So you need to get out of bed.” He whispered, moving his hand as you rolled over. “I will go make you a coffee, and wear something comfy and warm.”
As he walked out of the room he chuckled to himself at your constant moaning that it was far too early to be up but a proud sensation washed over him when he heard you shout “C'est un putain de moment ridicule pour être éveillé. Tu es sûr qu'on ne peut pas se rendormir ?. This is a fucking ridiculous time to be awake. You sure we can't go back to sleep?.” Yes it wasn’t perfectly pronounced and you stumbled over your words a few times but the fact you were starting to be able to say full sentences in French caused his heart to swell.
Leaning against the counter he waited for the coffee machine to finish brewing, he pulled his phone out checking his social media. Another low chuckle escaped his lips when he saw that your tattoo was now making the rounds on Instagram. It seems like the fans were stalking your page.
He couldn’t help but smirk to himself as he stared at the screen, the black lines of your tattoo shining bright. He still found it adorable that this was the tattoo Rena chose for you. The outline of the F1-75 with the number 16 in the middle, it was simple but he loved it, he loved tracing the lines with his fingers when you were snuggled up in bed.
He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t realise you were now standing in front of him until you pressed a kiss against his cheek.
The corners of his lips tugged into a smile as he took in your appearance, the hoodie you were wearing was obviously stolen out of his wardrobe judging by the size and how snuggled you were in it, your half asleep expression made the sight even cuter than it already was.
“This better be worth getting me up this early.” You mumbled, gratefully taking the travel mug of coffee from Charles.
“Trust me babygirl, it will be worth it.” He hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Now come on, otherwise we will miss it.”
“Miss what?” You mumbled, as you both walked out of his apartment.
“You will see.” He smirked.
Charles knew the perfect spot to take you to witness the beauty of the sunrise, it was around a forty minute drive from his place. Glancing to his side his smile grew as he realised that you had fallen back asleep, the hood on his hoodie pulled up and resting your head against the window.
He found it so cute that you really wasn’t an early riser, especially the small pout that was permanently on your face from the moment he woke you up.
The only sound in the car was the engine and the low hum of the radio. Charles found peace in the quiet, something completely opposite to the fast paced life he knew.
Due to it being so early in the morning the streets were extremely quiet meaning the forty minute drive only took thirty and he was soon pulling up to the spot that overlooked the harbour of Monaco.
He had spent many mornings parked here, watching as the sun rose, the pink and orange hues casting a glow on the water. This was one of his favourite spots in his home country, one he had never shared with anyone else apart from now, with you.
It felt right to be here with you.
He quickly checked the time on his phone, smiling when he saw that there was only about a twenty minute wait for the sun to come up, glancing over to you he decided to let you sleep for ten more minutes before he woke you again.
Sinking into the seat of his Ferrari he scrolled through the photos that had been taken of the two of you, his heart racing that hit faster as he swiped through them.
Everything was perfect but there was still that feeling that this was coming to an end today, he really didn’t want to have to say goodbye to you and even though he vowed to himself would try and make the long distance work there was still a part of him that didn’t believe it would happen. He had seen so many relationships fall apart due to distance and he didn’t want either of you to endure that heartbreak.
Running his hand over his face he shook the thought out of his head, he wanted to cherish the final moments he had with you today not upset himself with the future. He just had to keep reminding himself that if this is meant to be then you would both find a way to make it work, distance or no distance.
Turning the engine off he reached over and placed his hand on yours, brushing his thumb over your skin.
“Babygirl, we are here.” He whispered, smiling to himself as you grumbled before lifting your head off the window.
“Where are we?” You asked, using your other hand to rub your eyes.
“My favourite spot in the whole city.” He hummed, pulling your hand to his mouth, pressing soft kisses against your knuckles.
Before you knew it he made a swift exit out of the car and was opening the passenger side door, offering you his hand to help you out.
As you climbed out of his Ferrari a long yawn escaped your mouth as Charles pulled you into his chest, pressing a kiss against your head.
Due to how early it was there was a chill in the air as Charles guided you towards the edge of what was basically a mountain. As soon as Charles was happy with the spot he laid down the blanket that you didn’t realise he had brought.
“You know I’ve never brought anyone to this spot.” He hummed, dropping to the floor before pulling you down in between his legs. “I didn’t feel anyone was special enough for this spot.”
“Char.” You breathed, snuggling back into him as he pulled another blanket over the two of you.
“This is the spot I come when I need the world to pause for a moment, when I’ve had a bad run with races, when I need to think.” He whispered, lacing his fingers with yours.
You didn’t know what to say as tears filled your eyes threatening to spill over your lash line.
No one had ever treated you the way Charles was treating you. He put your every need first, made you feel like the only girl in the world. Everything felt right with him. Nothing was forced and from the moment you met you clicked, even though you can only remember pieces of that night.
“I’m actually lost for words.” You whispered, playing with his rings on his fingers. “I don’t know what to say,” you breathed, “no one has ever treated me like this before.”
“Ma chérie, you deserve the world.” He whispered against your ear, his lips brushing the shell as his spoke sending shivers down your spine. “This was the reason I woke you so early.” He said softly, pointing out to the sky just as the sun was starting to come up.
The view took your breath away, you always loved sunrises but had never been able to drag yourself up that early to witness the natural beauty of it.
“It’s breathtaking.” You whispered, letting your eyes dart across the multitudes of pink and orange hues that were scattered across the sky.
“Even more breathtaking sharing it with you.”
A comfortable silence washed over the pair of you as you watched the sun rise across the city you had fallen in love with.
That’s when it hit you, and it hits you like a freight train. The realisation that Charles was the one for you. He had walked into your heart like he alway belonged there, taking down your walls over the course of the couple of weeks you had spent together and in that time set your soul on fire. The connection you had was something you couldn’t explain, it was like your souls knew each other, maybe from a past life.
You always used to laugh at your grandad when he told you that when you met the one you would feel it, but maybe he was right, maybe all the pain and heartache you had suffered in your past was your heart trying to find to find it’s one true love, it’s soulmate, it’s other half.
A smile crept onto your face as you thought about what your grandad’s reaction to Charles would be. You knew that he would love him the moment they met but you just hoped that they would get that opportunity.
This was only meant to have been a summer fling, a bit of fun but as the days passed the connection was getting stronger and you knew that the goodbye later this evening was going to be extremely hard and painful. As much as you wanted to stay in Monaco deep down you knew it wasn’t possible. You still didn’t have a job and weren't going to let Charles pay for everything.
Snuggling further into Charles you started fiddling with his bracelets as your mind wandered some more.
Charles wasn’t watching the sky anymore but his attention was solely on you, he could see you were deep in thought and he quickly picked up on the internal battle you were having. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head he squeezed you tighter.
He tried not to let the tears fall that had formed in his eyes. Tonight wasn’t going to be hard, seeing you slip through his fingers but he knew it had to happen and if this was meant to be you would both find your way back to each other.
Unaware Charles was having a similar internal battle you blinked away the tears, trying not to focus on having to say goodbye to Charles. Right now you need to make the most of your final hours together.
Taking a deep breath you opened your eyes, staring out across the city, that’s when the biggest realisation hit you.
You had fallen in love with Charles Leclerc and you had fallen hard.
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“i know”
summary: lee chan knows he’s hot, but is too occupied with his craft. he knows you can’t stop staring at him too.
pairing: lee chan x f!reader
writer’s blurb: mullet chan x that silver chain x its2 chan working out!? makes me d word idk , also not proofread o well
contains: mirror stuff, rivals (in dance and in bed), they’re in a relationship they just like being dipshits to each other, bantering in bed, smut, use of toys (f. receiving; a bullet vibrator, a dildo), fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, teasing, these hoes are nasty, intercourse (they have protected sex, please wrap it as always)
“f-fuck, chan.” you breathed out, tuning out the serenades of aaliyah in the background, as chan circles the little purple bullet vibrator around your sensitive clit and pumping in two fingers into you, leaving little marks on your neck and shoulder. “don’t stop, please.”
it was a long day of practice, as expected. the competition coach booked the room for the whole day, meaning everyone (yes, everyone) had to stay for the whole six hours. the beginning of competition season is coming up, the coach is on edge, meaning his antsy, nagging mood rubbed on everyone during practice. you barely spoke with chan all day (which isn’t a big deal, you both worked effortlessly on your craft and passion), although you can tell he was on edge too. after practice and a long hot shower, you both went home, hands barely to themselves—
“you’re so cute,” chan places a kiss on your ear, and continues to speed up his pace with his fingers. “you look so cute, look at mirror, babe.”
“n-no, i’m good,” you moan out when you make eye contact with chan briefly at the mirror before squeezing your eyes shut. “i’m getting embarrassed.”
“what is embarrassing?” he coos at you, removing his fingers and you hiss at the loss, but he slowly pushes in the little vibrator inside you, toying you at a slow pace. you whine a moan, throwing your head back on his shoulder, and chan spreads your legs out even more, rubbing the back of your thigh. you feel your wetness that was on his fingers spread all over, and you take deep breaths. “you’re enjoying how much i toy with you, right? it’s not embarrassing, baby. i know you were staring at me all day.”
“y-yes, but, hnngh—–“ you feel his fingers slip in your mouth, and your tongue instinctively swirls around them. chan groans at the action, making you lick his fingers even more. “why do you talk so much?”
“uh uh. no buts.” chan increases the vibration speed of the little vibrator, continuing to pump it in you fast. “i know i look good, but i’ve never seen you so desperate to jump me that quickly.”
“shut up!”
two things.
firstly, he’s wrong.
before you even started dating chan, he was your rival. always trying to compete with him, getting the coach’s approval first, or even get the choreography down faster. this still goes on between the two of you (in a partially joking manner), but today the coach called you out for not focusing, and all chan did was bluff at you, giving you an eyebrow raise and a breathy smirk. that’s why you wanted to jump him.
secondly, he’s not wrong.
it took all of your willpower and mental strength to not jump him during the middle of practice, because not only he dances so well, he fucking knows he dances well. and that he looks fucking hot doing it. you got distracted by the way chan moves his body, and it doesn’t help how the mullet suits him, the silver chain dangling around his neck, and the oh so thin white tank top clings onto his chest— he took it off because it got too hot inside and during a quick water break you can’t help it but ogle him, watching how droplets of water coming from his water bottle drip down his chest. your friend had to smack your head to get your attention, and told you to stop looking like you’re gonna suck his dick off.
“it’s not my fault my boyfriend is fucking irresistible, is it?” you whine softly when he removes the little vibrator from you, turning it off. chan licks the pad of his thumb, and does a light swiping motion on your clit to keep you distracted. he pats around the bed, looking for the other toy, and you quietly mumble it’s by the edge of the bed. he quickly grabs it, and you sigh in satisfaction when he puts in the pink dildo in you slowly. “i can look as m-much as i want.”
“mm, cute,” chan laughs in your ear. “you see me everyday, though?”
“fuck off,” you groan, and in rebuttal you awkwardly rut against him, feeling how hard he is on your back. “when will you fuck me already?”
“jesus, how horny are you today, sweetheart?” chan couldn’t help but laugh, he’s so amused by your eagerness. “you riding my thigh when we got home wasn’t enough?”
“no…”
“me eating you out with you bent over the coffee table wasn’t enough either? you sucking me off wasn’t enough?”
“of, of course, it wasn’t enough,” you whimper, the wet sounds growing louder as he thrusts the dildo in just a bit faster. “i want all of you so bad.”
“but you know i’m all yours?” he says low in your ear, and you moan in instinct. he slows the speed of his hand, shallowly thrusting the dildo in you, as his other hand plays with your clit. “you’re so possessive of me, honestly i’m so glad you have me, i love it when you get so needy for me, and you know how much you love it when i get needy for you, baby, no one can ever ever compare.”
“chan, please,” you try to sound demanding, it comes out as soft. “i’m so close.”
“you’re so sweet.” chan whispers, planting a kiss on your shoulder. you mumble something incoherent, and you finally find the courage to look at the mirror. the way chan uses the toy on you, how it spreads around you, how chan breathlessly smirks seeing your expression. you can see the appeal of why chan likes using the mirror during sex. you decide to boost his ego; moaning a little louder, calling him a good boy and a slut, and it works, you feel some of his precum sticking on your back, and chan couldn’t help himself but rut on your back. “that’s it, good, good, oh baby, look at how fucking blissed out you look for me. that’s it, come for me.”
you finally come, breathing deeply as chan helps you ride out your orgasm. planting soft kisses around your neck and face, before carefully pulling out the wet dildo and tossing it on the end of the bed. you instinctively close your legs, turning your body around to face him, pulling him in for a kiss. his hands take a hold of your ass, pulling your body towards you so you’re straddling him, and it takes all of his willpower to not come when you start grinding him down.
“you, fuck, you should take care of that,” chan mumbles, moaning when he feels your wet entrance tease his cock. “fuck, fuck, i’m not going to last,”
“i-i know,” you breathily reply back, feeling chan’s fingers slip inside you again. “grab the lube, honey.”
his free hand searches the nightstand for the bottle of lube, while you ride on his fingers. he lets out more desperate groans, you can tell he’s trying to imagine you riding him, how you clench around him, how you enjoy messing with him. he pats your leg, signalling you to lay on your back against the fluffy duvet, and you oblige. chan tosses the bottle of lube to you, grabbing a condom and tearing it with his teeth.
“i’m glad you know you’re hot,” you murmur, watching him with hungry eyes as he slowly rolls the condom on, jerking himself off. he grabs the bottle of lube, uncaps it, and pours a generous amount on his dick. he motions the pillow so he can put it under your hips. “it makes me wanna jump you even more.”
“you’re so mean.”
“but you like it when i’m mean,” you gasp when his fingers slip inside you again. he scissors you, enjoying how he toys with you.
“who’s mean now?”
“my, fuck, my point still stands,” you exhale, feeling yourself shake. “it’s called being versatile.”
chan laughs at that, and you try to find more friction, hips jerking when he briefly reaches the sweet spot.
“spread your legs.” chan says, removing his fingers and putting them on your lips. you open your mouth, and his fingers slip inside, and you relish how you taste, teasing his fingers with your tongue. he moans, removes his fingers out of your mouth, licks of his thumb and toys with your clit. you hiss at the sensitivity. “come on, honey.”
“so bossy,” you scoff, spreading your legs. chan just clicks his tongue at you, holding onto your hip with one hand, holding his dick in the other to guide himself in.
“you should behave.”
“then fuck me til i can’t think.”
chan slips inside, the stretch feeling familiar, but you still need a moment to adjust. you glance at the mirror, admiring how toned his back is, and let out a quiet moan, telling him to start moving. the sound you make encourages chan to move his hips. once he bottoms out, he picks up the pace, running a hand through his hair, groaning while fucking you against the mattress.
“i hate it how, fuck! coach needs to let me live, fuck, fuck,” you try to speak but your brain goes mush the more chan slams his hips against yours. “channie, you need to stop being so hot.”
“i know i’m hot,” chan groans when you try to fuck him back. the position is a little weird, but chan appreciates your enthusiasm, so he slows his pace, slipping out from you and gently flips you over so you’re on your side, facing the mirror again. he spoons you, spreading your legs before slipping inside again. “do you know how hot you are?”
“y-yes, fuck, you fuck me so well,” you sigh, eyes closing as your hands grip the duvet, listening to how wet you are the more he pounds into you. “more, please, fuck, fuck.”
“look at the mirror, baby.”
“i kinda don’t want to.” you joke.
“why not?” chan slows his pace again, whispering hotly in your ear. “you should see how well i fuck you, baby. how you stretch so perfect around me, the faces you make when you feel good, do you know i love making you feel good? i hope you know, baby, i’ll never get tired of giving you everything. open your eyes, you’re such a good little slut for me, it makes me wanna ruin you.”
“chan,” you breathe out, opening your eyes, seeing how chan is placing kisses on your shoulder while he continues to fuck you. “enjoy the show as much as you want.”
“i know, i know,” he chuckles, gripping your hips tighter, and he goes even faster. “you’re— fuck— too perfect for me, my little slut.”
“i’m close, mmrgh,” you whisper, letting out a whine. you clench around him, trying to tell him to go faster. “baby, please, come with me.”
“come on, baby, come for me, oh that’s my good girl, that’s it,” chan praises in your ear, going faster and you feel yourself orgasm, letting yourself unfold in the pleasure, breathing deeply. chan moans in your ear, hips stuttering as he reaches his climax, slowly riding it out before he stops, breathing quietly as he wraps an arm around you. you feel him plant kisses on your shoulder, telling you how well you did for him. you feel him soften, and he carefully slips out, quickly getting off the bed to discard the condom, before spooning you, bodies entangled, the love you both share illuminated by the dim lampshade.
“you okay, honey?”
“yeah, just tired. and gross. it was really good.” you mumble, kissing chan’s arm, and chan peppers your face with kisses.
“good, i’m glad,” chan softly says, running a hand through your hair. “shall we take a bath?”
“as long as you carry me there.”
“so spoiled.”
“i know, but you love me.”
“i know.”
#svt x reader#svt#seventeen#svthub#svt smut#zu writes#seventeen imagines#seventeen fic#svt imagines#thots#good GOD#lee chan#dino x reader#lee chan x reader
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August's Night (part 1)
Edward Nashton x gn!reader
Summary : Edward is your first and only friend in Gotham. Tonight the sky is beautiful and so is your friend.
Word Count : 1 648
Warnings : None! Pure fluff!
Author's Note : I impulsively wrote this little fluff fic, I have so much long fics I'm working on, and working a little fic that is in your current mood felt amazing. Not beta read, so excuse me for the mistakes and my non-English native speaker writing >< I hope you'll like it nonetheless!
The offices are empty. It’s the middle of august and everyone is on vacation. You can finally breathe.
The open office is silent, just some distant keyboards can be heard. Your time here has been hectic. Moving to Gotham was hard enough for your boss to not even acknowledge you just arrived there, and to ask you to do tasks you had no idea what they are about.
You spent your first day looking at numbers on your screen. You had no idea what they were about. You kept looking at the screen. Your eyes started to get blurry and your head was buzzing. You felt like you were about to throw up when,
“H-Hi…”
You turned your head to be facing with a man. A tall man, tall enough to tower you and be intimidating, but he looked nothing but sweet. Shy voice and demeanor, not standing straight and looking at the ground as if he was afraid to scare you, soft smile as his lips made a semi crescent and his eyes were smiling too behind his clear frame glasses. You found him beautiful in his own awkward way.
You sniffled.
“Hi… My name’s… My name’s Edward… I thought that… maybe I can help you?”
You nodded.
Edward took place being your chair to look at the screen. Head on top of yours, arms straddling you. The gesture was reassuring.
“You’re new right? How long have you been there?”
“It’s my first day.”
His eyes went wide before an angry frown drew over his face. He muttered under his breath something about your superiors being pieces of shit.
He continued looking at the whole document, getting comfortable above you, you felt his belly touching your lower back. Your stomach flipped, and your cheeks grew red. It was soft and hot on you. You were now extremely conscious of the situation. You were in the proximity of a stranger, a very cute stranger, his arms brushing yours, his warm breath caressing your hair. The previous buzzing of your head became a soft, calming one, making you dizzy as butterflies were dancing in your stomach.
“Do you want to grab a coffee?”
He woke you up from your drunken state. You look up to meet his gaze. Your nose were almost touching.
You saw a red blush spreading on his face and his glasses sliding as his eyes were lost in yours.
He coughed. Put his glasses up and changed his position to be on your side. You unconsciously pouted from the lost.
He waited for your approbation, looking at you with a sad expression, apprehensive.
“Uh, yeah! I could go for a coffee right now.”
A warm coffee in hand, you observe your new colleague making his. He was tall and doesn’t stand straight, trying to make himself less visible. His clothes a bit big on him, but you were still able to see his belly through it. He was looking like a cliché of a nerd in his high button shirt underneath his sweater, dress pants and shoes. You found it very endearing. He looked like someone you go to to be comforted.
“Do you want to join me? I-I thought I could finish my work and help you…”
You spend the rest of half of your shift sitting next to Edward’s desk on a chair you borrowed from one of your absent colleague, the other half in the same position at yours. His voice was very relaxing, calm and low, as he gently explained to you what he was doing, looking at you to make sure that you were understanding. Making you blush by showering you with praises. You were already falling for Edward Nashton the first day that you met him.
You were already inseparable the next day. You made a habit of taking every coffee break together, putting sweet messages on sticky notes for the other, and visiting each other desk for moral support. Days at your shitty office job in Gotham were made sweeter.
You wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him how he made you blush and your heart flutter? How cute he was when his warm coffee fogged his glasses, or how he stuck his tongue out when he was concentrating. How he became in one day the most important person in your life, and how you keep each one of his notes. You never found the courage, too scared to lose the most meaningful little things in your everyday.
But life is better now. You let yourself admire the bright orange sunset that is engulfing Gotham, making it seems on fire.
You hear footsteps behind you. You let them approach.
“I didn’t know Gotham could be so beautiful…”
You say, turning your face, knowing who your eyes are going to meet.
Eddie’s face is dived in the warm and soft sunlight, highlighting his nose bump and high cheekbones. He looks beautiful. He smiles.
“I guess this city can bring us some unexpected gifts.”
He looks at you and gives you an adorably sweet smile, his signature smile, where his lips makes a C shape and his eyes sparkles.
Your heart skips a bit. You look deep into his eyes, incapable to look away from his genuinely peaceful smile, far away from his usual tense self.
“Uh…”
He starts to blush and looks away.
“I know Josh keeps beers somewhere in the break room…”
He starts picking the skin around his nails.
“Do you wanna… Get one and watch the sunset on the roof? Together, I mean, if that’s ok…”
The last part of his sentence is barely audible.
“Oh.”
He looks at you, like a scared puppy. As if what he just said would make you run away.
“I mean, yes! Yes! I would love to, Eddie!”
And Eddie’s smile is back.
You are surprised that Eddie knows exactly where the beers are - hidden in the fridge behind a fake lunch box - you grab them and follow Eddie to the rooftop.
The sun, between two buildings, gently warms your face. Eddie walks to the end of the roof, you follow him.
“I used to come here last summer. I like the view.”
Standing next to him, you could see Gotham, light reflecting on buildings window, a fresh breeze caressing your hair, people drinking cocktails after a long day of work. Everyone is enjoying the last summer nights, temporary forgetting about their shitty lives in this shitty city.
“It’s the first time I come here with a friend… I mean… You’re the only friend I’ve ever had too…”
You look at him. He looks back at you.
“And I’m here to stay.”
You’ve never seen Eddie have that big of a smile before.
“Thank you.”
You see him hesitate, eyes moving all over your face.
“Can I… can I hug you?”
You reassure him with a smile.
“Of course.”
You open your arms. He immediately pulls you in a tight hug.
You feel safe. You feel safe in this man’s arms, in this hug where he is towering you with all his body. Like he is trying to be a shield that would protect you, no matter what. You complete each other. He protects you, but you can feel his need. From how tight he holds you, the way that his nose is unconsciously nuzzling in your hair. You found each other. And you will not let him go.
The way he let you go from his arms is as tender as his hug. He looks sorry that he made himself let go of your embrace.
“Do… do you want to drink the beers? Before they get warm.”
“Oh yeah. Sure.”
You say.
He opens the beers and gives you one.
You sit on the roof’s floor and drink beer after beer. Both getting dizzy as the sun slowly disappear behind Gotham. You are having a good time, each one telling fun anecdotes about work or that weird dude that called you everyday thinking you were his dentist to schedule an appointment.
All night you admire him. The way he is so passionate about little things, how pretty he is when he laughs, how his shyness hides a sweet, caring man, that never, ever was given love but deserves it. He deserves it more than anyone else. You want to give it to him.
Gotham was now fully engulfed in the dark, the gentle warmth of the sun is now gone. You shiver. Eddie notices. He gives you his jacket. It’s warm and smells like him. Your mind dizzy, you snuggle in and sniff it. You catch Eddie looking at you, mouth slightly open, you can guess the blush on his cheeks.
“You smell really good Eddie.”
You search his eyes but he is desperately trying to hide by looking away.
“I think it’s time for you to go home.”
He looks back at you. You can’t place his expression. He looks sad.
“Let me drive you home, I’ll come back tomorrow to get your car.”
You nod, holding your hands towards him when he stands up. He helps you get up, his expression unreadable.
The ride is quiet. Your head empty from the beers you got. The car is gently rocking you, and, nuzzling in Eddie’s vest, surrounded by his smell, you are slowly falling asleep.
Getting out of the car was more difficult than anticipated, good thing that Eddie is holding your hand. The feeling of his warm and soft hand on yours makes you blush. He leads you to your door and let you unlock it, making sure you’re safe and in your apartment.
“I… I guess I should go… Goodnight. And don’t forget to drink water, please.”
His sad expression hasn’t left when he starts walking towards the staircase.
“Eddie! Wait!”
He stops and fixes you, worried.
“Would you spend the night with me?”
#paul dano#danonation#danocel#danonator#paul dano x reader#paul dano x you#riddler x reader#riddler x you#edward nashton x reader#edward nashton x you#edward nashton#batman 2022 riddler#the riddler#riddler fanfic#edward nashton fanfic#paul dano fanfic#gn!reader#paul dano x gn!reader#riddler x gn!reader#edward nashton x gn!reader
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i can’t stop with the stobin headcanons so here’s more :)
-sharing clothing obviously but also fighting like sisters when they see the other with one of their clothing items on (they don’t really care)
-dustin so badly wants to officiate their lavender wedding that he rewrites the entire speech to fit them and presents it to them like he would a project. he gets poster board and everything, making it all fancy and convincing. in the end after his performance and some serious consideration, they both say no and he pouts but they promise he can be the flower girl if he really wants to
-joyce and hopper have adopted both robin and steve as their own children. el is so excited to have two more siblings, especially a sister to do girly things with, but since robin isn’t super girly, steve steps in and does all of that fun stuff with el, who loves every minute of it. robin and will bond through art and sexuality and expression and stuff like that, but robin also teaches will a little bit of spanish (to impress mike but he doesn’t tell her that part until later)
-in fact, once robin starts hanging with will more, she comes out to him. he is really happy to have her as a sister so he doesn’t feel so alone with what he’s going through. he doesn’t outright come out to her at first, but she knows (because of course she does) and she helps him come to terms with himself. and at the end of the day, they both help each other out because seeing will become more comfortable in himself and with his sexuality actually heals baby robin who spent all of middle and high school hating who she was and wishing she could just be “normal”
-sometimes steve and robin will make coordinating outfits with similar color schemes and whatnot
-both learn sign language because robin is scared that one day steve may lose some or all of his hearing due to all of the fights and injuries and she wants to make sure that they still have a way of communicating instead of lip reading. steve cries when he finds out why she’s making them do it, out of fear but mostly out of love for his best friend
-they most definitely have kissed “just to see how it is” and it left robin running to the sink to wash her mouth out with soap because “it really was that bad”
-steve “everyone’s gonna think we’re dating” and robin “hmm tragic. let them”
-when steve is sitting on the couch, robin will come and sit on him and sprawl her whole body across his lap. they both say it’s comfy
-one summer, they decide to do a cross-country roadtrip ending in LA and max BEGS them to take her with them. when they don’t, she doesn’t talk to either of them the following days leading up to it, the whole summer, and 2 weeks into the new school year. she finally breaks when she needs to ask steve for a ride somewhere
-robin loves fall and steve loves spring, both of them hate summer and are indifferent to winter
-the first time they see each other naked was after Starcourt when steve made robin come back to his house because her parents were out of town. she tried to refuse but he looked at her so gently and pleaded so that he she wouldn’t have to be alone. once they were back at his place, he made robin take a shower first but once she got in, it was too scary and overwhelming because she couldn’t see steve. “could you just come in here with me?” steve took a minute to carefully take his clothes off without it hurting too much and climbed in. the second he was in, they hugged for what seemed like a very long time as they cried and cried, not daring to let go in fear of the other getting taken away, before helping each other wash all of the blood, sweat, and dirt off of their bodies. that night they did not sleep but the comfort of knowing the other was alright was enough
#Steve and robin#robin buckley#steve harrington#steveandrobin#headcanons#ur honor i love them#platonic with a capital p#stranger things#stranger things headcanons#st headcanons
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more than you can chew
SpiderVerse || Miguel O'Hara/Peter B. Parker || EXPLICIT || 5828
notes: I'm sure I'm not the only one who exited the theater with an unhealthy obsession revolving around Miguel's fangs, so. Yeah. Here you go, my kinky brethren. Many thanks to babygato for both the beta and the Spanish translations. ♥
Also available on archive of our own.
warnings: SPOILERS FOR ASTV || biting, blood kink, anal fingering, anal sex, barebacking, vague kink negotiation, peter b. parker's masochism, inappropriate and unscientific (but sexy!) uses of miguel's venom, and miguel's scarily big dick
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Peter knows Miguel's straight to the point. He's witnessed it and born the brunt of it a thousand times, but he won't deny that such bluntness is effective—because it is. When Miguel snarls at someone to jump, they don't even ask how high. They just do it. Even Peter, whose entire personality is antithetical to blind obedience, just... does it.
Mostly.
When he feels like it.
So when Miguel throws open the door and stalks up to him, silent despite the irritation in every line of his body, Peter doesn't think. He simply waits for Miguel to snap. To say what he means to say. It won't take long; Miguel is not a patient man, and he usually starts making demands as soon as he enters the room.
Usually being the operative word.
"You're chipper today," Peter remarks as Miguel crosses the threshold, both to help him along and to get the first word in. "Cafeteria out of empanadas?"
As Miguel climbs the short flight of stairs, his thighs flex beneath the shadowy dark of his suit. The dim lighting softens the severe lines of his body, yet the lack of definition does little to diminish the threat of him. Peter can hide himself behind a pair of sweatpants and a few extra pounds around the middle, but Miguel will always look as deadly as he can be, as he is. It probably doesn't help that he has a skull splashed in crimson on his chest.
"You are in my chair," Miguel drawls as he gets closer, voice no louder than a whisper. "Out."
"Ah." Peter leans back further and kicks his feet up on the console. No slippers today, only the thin soles of his boots. "But I just got comfortable."
Miguel stops. He's standing right next to Peter, looming over him. He's very good at that. The looming. He's also very good at keeping his face impassive and not blinking and silently telling Peter that his very existence is an annoyance with the barest twitch of his left eyebrow. It's frankly impressive.
"You are interrupting my work," Miguel hisses.
"And what is that? Standing at parade rest while you glower at your monitors?" Peter snorts. "Relax, man. You have an AI to monitor that business."
Miguel's expression does not change. He does not move. He just stares, unblinkingly, a faint red sheen behind the darkness of his pupils. Anyone with an ounce of common sense would get up and leave—would have left, despite their initial intentions, the moment Miguel opened his mouth and told them to get out.
Which is why Peter is here. It's not that he knows Miguel the best—he doesn't—nor is it that he's known Miguel the longest—he hasn't. It's that he has more wiggle room than the others, for a variety of seemingly unimportant reasons, and he isn't afraid to press the advantage.
Or, you know. Annoy the shit out of their great and fearless leader.
"When's the last time you took a break?" Peter asks, gesturing vaguely away from the plethora of screens around them. Miguel opens his mouth to answer but Peter quickly adds, "Sleeping and showering don't count."
Miguel's mouth closes. Mostly. His top lip doesn't settle back into impassivity; instead, it curls away from his fangs, a small aggression that gives Peter a disproportionate sense of satisfaction.
"Did Jess put you up to this?" Miguel asks.
"I put me up to this," Peter tells him honestly. Jess had murmured, Ben had muttered, and Peter heard them both, but the concern that spurred him to action had already been there. "Your eye bags make mine look like I went on a pleasant trip to somewhere tropical. You know, one of those fancy places where you can get frozen margaritas with those little paper umbrellas served to you on the beach."
"Your point?" Miguel's voice gets softer. Deeper. It would be threatening, if Peter's brain had the correct danger response—but it doesn't, so it isn't. "Assuming you had one, beneath your inane luggage metaphor."
"I was referencing a little thing called 'taking it easy'. Ever heard of it? Not that I'm one to like, judge another man for his unhealthy coping mechanisms—"
"Coping." Miguel sneers at Peter down the length of his nose, crossing his arms over his wide chest. "My vigilance is not coping. It is atonement."
At this, Peter very nearly winces. Honesty has always been Miguel's best and worst trait, and he has always been upfront with why he created the Spider Society: the mistakes he's made, the lives he's destroyed. It's the stark, unflinching delivery of the truth that hits hardest, and Peter's been around long enough to have heard Miguel talk about the death of his child. Seen the rigid way he stands, as though the smallest movement would make him crumble. Peter—who has only recently become a father—cannot imagine the depth of horror and grief he would feel if the same were to happen to him. Even thinking about losing Mayday hurts.
"Can't atone if you're burnt out, big guy," Peter reasons, mentally setting aside the nightmare of Miguel's past. "And you're well past crispy."
Miguel's eyes narrow. "And what exactly are you suggesting? An all inclusive trip to the Maldives?"
"That would be ideal, but I think you would strain yourself trying to relax that long." Peter grins. "I'm thinking of something a little closer to home."
As he says this, Peter drops one leg from the console and spreads his knees. He isn't wearing sweatpants over his suit—or even any underwear—and the curve of his soft cock is visible beneath the layer of spandex. Miguel's eyes instinctively follow the splay of Peter's knees to it and he stops. Stares. Says nothing, does nothing.
Classic Miguel.
It's a gamble, Peter knows. He has never been good about gauging the interest of others, and it's been awhile since he tried. He didn't have a sex drive while he and MJ were separated—too depressed by the turn his life had taken—and since he and MJ got back together, he's been putting his time and energy into repairing and maintaining their marriage. It would be a lie, though, to say that he wasn't interested in Miguel from the onset, that the idea of it hasn't been festering in his brain since he was pulled into Earth-928. It's just that he wasn't planning on ever acting on it.
Then Mayday was born, red-faced and perfect.
Then MJ pinched his butt cheek and firmly reminded him of the parameters of their open relationship.
Then Miguel came back from one of his trans-dimensional missions, bloodied and barely conscious, while Jess screamed for a fucking medic.
Everyone else thought it was one of those things. On occasion, Spiderman got in over his head, got hurt, then got back up. And it was forgotten when Miguel was on his feet after a few days, but Peter knows the truth: Miguel's been slowly deteriorating over the past few months as the number of anomalies has been steadily increasing. He's recruiting more and more Spider-People to help, but he takes the lead on too many missions, bears too much of the responsibility. He's frayed at the edges. The other Spider-People respect him because he brought them together—because he's been through the worst—but his fuse gets shorter and shorter with every passing day. Miguel does not have enough natural charisma to ease the metaphorical sting of his bites, either; if he wants to continue to lead the Spider Society, to continue to protect the multiverse, then he needs to relax.
And—as Peter mentioned—he and Miguel have a relationship different from the others. Miguel sees him as an equal, oddly enough, and is one of the few who can sway him to a decision despite his misgivings. Misgivings like... taking a quick break to fuck Peter silly on the floor of his pretentious floating lab.
"Old-fashioned, but it works," Peter quips. Miguel's eyes are still glued to the apex of his splayed thighs. "Been awhile?"
"That is none of your concern," Miguel tells Peter's cock.
"Awhile. Gotcha." Peter reaches over to the console and hits the button that sends the platform they're on upwards. As it begins its slow rise, Peter leans back and lets his hand skim down his chest, over his abdomen, to rest on the inside of his thigh. His bare fingers dangle in front of his groin. "Wanna fix that?"
Miguel's stare crawls up Peter's body back to his face. There's something untamed behind the mask of his ambivalence; Peter imagines it's the same thing he keeps leashed when he's fighting, that monster they all have that bubbles to the surface when instinct begins to crowd rational thought. It's equal parts terrifying and arousing, and Peter's dick twitches at the potential.
"You don't know what you're asking," Miguel slurs between his fangs.
"I have a hypothesis," Peter says. "And I'm always down for a little experimentation."
Miguel briefly closes his eyes. His jaw tightens. "Parkers," he hisses, mostly to himself, and follows it up with a few deeply unflattering words in Spanish that Peter doesn't know.
"More trouble than we're worth," Peter agrees happily.
"Infinitely," Miguel growls, and—
And—
Miguel's fist is in the wave of Peter's hair, and his mouth is hard against Peter's. For a moment, It's more dominance than pleasure—then Miguel's mouth softens, and Peter's surprise melts into triumph, and they're kissing. Peter's eager hands immediately latch onto Miguel's shoulders—impossible not to, when they're so broad and strong—and he pushes up into it, wanting more.
Kissing Miguel is how Peter imagined it would be. Miguel is a big guy, tall and muscular, and he uses that to his advantage. He bears down on Peter, forcing him to bend without regard to Peter's wants. Peter doesn't mind, though; he's a flexible guy.
"Dime que pare," Miguel says, each syllable chopped up and spit out. He pulls far enough away so Peter can see the damp shine of his mouth, and repeats in English, "Tell me to stop."
"And put a kibosh on this?" Peter snorts. "Hard pass."
"I am not a nice man," Miguel warns.
"Oh, really? I never would have guessed. I mean, apart from the snarling, and the skulking around, and—"
Peter's spidey-sense goes off, a bolt of instinct that warns him a split second before Miguel grabs him around the waist, lifts him off the chair, and throws him to the ground. Peter could stop it at any point—he's Spiderman, okay, being picked up and tossed around is practically in his job description—but he does nothing, going limp and letting it happen. Miguel didn't put any force behind his throw and the only thing that assists Peter's fall is gravity. He barely gasps as his back hits the floor.
"Do you ever take anything seriously?" Miguel hisses as he stands over Peter. His feet are planted on either side of Peter's hips, shoulders and spine rounded, hands curled into claws.
"Do you ever take anything un-seriously?" Peter counters.
Miguel begins to say, "No puedo creer—" but is cut off as Peter reaches up, grabs the front of his suit, and yanks him down. They fall together this time: Peter once again on his back, Miguel on all fours above him. Peter grins as he wraps his legs around Miguel's hips. Miguel's hair falls forward around his face, an inky black backlit by the warm orange glow of the monitors.
"Better," Peter hums. He lifts one hand to gently touch the angles of Miguel's stern face: his arched brows, his Roman nose, his strong cheekbones. He rests his thumb against the full swell of Miguel's bottom lip, then pulls it down gently to expose the needle sharp points of his fangs. "Nice."
Miguel nips at Peter's fingers with the blunt edge of his incisors. It isn't meant to be cute or playful or sexy; the bite is a warning. A physical reminder that Miguel always means what he says. It sends a quick, hot flash of sensation down Peter's nerves. Painful, sure. Arousing, even more.
"Just saying," Peter groans as his thumb throbs, as his dick throbs. It's all he can do to stop himself from rolling his hips upward into Miguel's pelvis. "It's hot. The fangs, I mean. The potential biting. If you wanna chew on me a bit—"
"More than a bit," Miguel murmurs. His red eyes shine predatorily, gaze fixated on Peter's neck, right above the line of his suit where his carotid artery pulses beneath the skin.
"Right." Peter's voice is thin. "Oh boy."
When Peter met Miguel—less than six weeks after his brief but life-changing stint in a parallel dimension—he had marveled at the differences in their powers. Miguel didn't have a spidey-sense, but all of his other senses were enhanced; he couldn't stick to every surface, but his talons were stronger than steel; he had spinnerets that produced flimsy, organic webbing; and he had non-retractable fangs. The grapevine maintained that half of his DNA was arachnoid, and Peter's spent months wondering if the genetic splicing came with additional behavioral changes. Admittedly, the thoughts revolving around the fangs and claws were more horny than scientific, but Peter would argue that no one could be academically impartial if Miguel 'Shockingly Hot' O'Hara crowded their space on the regular.
"Last chance, menso." Miguel's voice is barely audible despite the fact that his mouth is inches from Peter's ear.
"Christ on a pogo stick, you're still giving those out?" Peter doesn't know if he wants to laugh or knee Miguel in the ribs. "Seriously man, how do you say 'I have a very specific fantasy involving your teeth and my throat' in Spanish? I took two years in high school and only remember how to ask where mis pantalones are. A surprisingly useful phrase, given how often I have to ask it—"
Miguel bites Peter. If it's meant to stop Peter from talking, it's effective, as the pain of Miguel's fangs sinking deep into his neck shocks the ability of speech right out of his brain. Peter sucks in a quick, sharp breath at the overwhelming intensity of it. His muscles lock and his nails dig into the meat of Miguel's shoulders as he lets the hurt sink into him—
But the pain of the bite fades within moments.
"What—?" Peter gasps as a warmth begins to radiate outwards from his neck. It's a gentle, buoyant feeling that is directly at odds with the unrelenting hurt of Miguel's bite. Peter can still feel the dull pressure of Miguel's fangs buried in his throat, but it's almost imperceptible beneath the floaty numbness suffusing his brain like cotton candy.
Oh yeah, Peter remembers in the sluggishly functioning portions of his mind. Some spiders are venomous.
Miguel pulls away, and Peter can feel the slow, careful slide as he removes his fangs. Eyes heavy, Peter struggles to focus his vision on Miguel's face. He's glad of the effort, though; above him, Miguel is only inches away, mouth slack, fangs exposed. Blood the same color as his eyes is slicked on his lips and the enamel of his teeth.
He looks as desperate as Peter feels.
"Feels good," Peter slurs, tongue clumsy. He moves one hand from Miguel's shoulder to his head, and strokes his silky hair. "Neurotoxin?"
Miguel's tongue runs over his bottom lip, the pink of it faint against the vivid red of Peter's blood, before clarifying, "Acetylcholine overstimulation. Non-fatal. And in people with enhanced metabolisms..."
No wonder Peter feels floaty. He's high.
"Wow." Peter giggles, moving his hand away from Miguel's thick hair to his face. The pads of his fingers ghost over the planes and angles of Miguel's dramatic features. "No wonder you didn't want to bite me."
Miguel nips Peter's thumb again. This time, however, instead of letting go, he sucks the finger further into his mouth to ease the sting, his tongue hot and wet against Peter's skin. The sight of Miguel's lashes fluttering against his hollowed out cheeks makes Peter groan and yank his hand away from Miguel's mouth.
"Again," Peter demands.
There is no hesitation this time. Miguel grabs Peter's jaw with one hand and forcefully exposes the other side of his throat. His fangs are agony as they slice into Peter's flesh, dragging Peter's brain away from heady arousal, making Peter sob with the contrast. Then, when the neurotoxin floods in, he sobs again at the relief.
"Fuh-uck," Peter whines, fingers clutching, body trembling. His head is a swimming mess, a jumbled vertigo of sensation, and he can feel the involuntary slip of tears down his cheeks. He's always been a bit of a masochist, but this exceeds every experience he's previously had on a logarithmic scale. "Again, again, again—"
"Do you ever shut up?" Miguel asks, panting. The hand holding Peter's jaw tightens painfully, talons threatening to break skin. Miguel's face is vaguely blurry as he lifts his head from Peter's throat; Peter's blood is shiny and dark against his mouth, and some of it is smeared back against his jaw. His eyes are wild and bright, and his hair has fallen forward, sticking to his forehead. He looks feral. Lost. It's an understandable response. This whole thing has spiraled uncontrollably in under five minutes—but instead of becoming afraid, Peter only feels the rush of anticipation.
"I only shut up when someone makes me shut up," Peter answers happily, the words partially smushed by how Miguel is holding his face. Thankfully, Miguel's vice-like grip does not restrict the movement of Peter's eyebrows, which he wiggles as suggestively as he can. "Wanna make me?"
"Bendito Dios," Miguel curses. "Si quiero."
It feels surreal to be slowly undressed. Miguel could rip Peter's suit from his body like it were paper if he wanted—Peter's seen how precise and powerful his talons can be—but instead, Miguel peels the red and blue spandex away meticulously, hands and eyes greedy for every new inch of exposed skin. He drags his teeth over various odd spots: the curve of Peter's bicep into his inner elbow, the firm roundness of Peter's belly, the tightness of his calves. Miguel's human teeth do little, too blunt-edged to be dangerous, while his fangs leave thin red lines in their wake. The venom can't do much at such a small dosage and, by the time Peter's naked on the floor, his enhanced metabolism and similar genetic make-up have washed away a majority of the effects. In its wake he can feel the beginnings of a headache and the hot trickle of blood pooling in the hollows of his throat.
"Yeah, okay," Peter says as he touches his sore neck. "This is uhh... really doing it for me. Wowza."
Miguel's eyes are riveted as Peter pulls his hand away, the fingertips wet. The fresh smears of blood are desaturated to black in the dim light. Peter brings a tentative finger to his mouth and licks it clean, the sharp taste of iron hitting the back of his throat. Miguel's expression is blank as he watches, but his nostrils are flared and his chest is rising and falling noticeably.
Enhanced senses, Peter thinks as he releases his finger with a pop. Miguel can probably smell it as clearly as Peter tastes it. Aloud, he says, "See something you like, big guy?"
"Unfortunately," Miguel rumbles. But he's reaching behind himself, to the zipper of his own suit at the nape of his neck, and yanking it down, down, down. Peter wants to say that he does more than stare like a slack-jawed idiot as Miguel shoves the suit down to mid-thigh, but…
Miguel is a good-looking individual. A great-looking individual, some might say. He's heavy with muscle, especially in his chest and arms, and his eight-pack looks like it was photoshopped. A thatch of dark hair begins between his pectorals and slips down his belly in a line, then spreads out again. For a moment, his dick is hidden by a sleek black jockstrap—but Miguel rips the offending cloth and cup away, letting his cock escape its confines. The faint sound of relief Miguel makes is one of the hottest noises Peter has ever heard in his entire life.
"Shit," Peter curses as he stares at Miguel's cock. It's proportional to the rest of him, so fat and long that gravity pulls on it even when fully erect. "Holy fucking shit. How did you even get that thing inside the cup?"
"Practice," Miguel answers.
"Was that—was that a joke? Oh my god. You just made a joke. About your dick. I feel like I need to immortalize this moment somehow, but I also just really want you in me? And now I'm wondering if I prepped enough. Like, I knew you'd be big, but there's big and then there's whatever you got going on—"
"Prepped?" Miguel interrupts, eyes slipping down.
"I'm an optimistic guy."
"Show me," Miguel demands.
Shameless—and a little more than turned on—Peter shifts more of his weight to his shoulders, hooks his hands behind his knees, and pulls his thighs back. He might be closer to forty than thirty, but his flexibility will never wane; one of the unexpected perks of being Spiderman, Peter supposes.
"You don't seem like the kind of guy who keeps lube in the lab," Peter says conversationally as Miguel reaches out and places his hands on Peter's ass. His palms are hot and a little clammy. "It was a super weird walk through HQ hoping the lube didn't leak out too much, not gonna lie. But there's no way I could have carried any in without ruining the lines of the suit and—ahh—shit—"
Miguel has pressed a thumb all the way into Peter, the slick lube and Peter's arousal making easy work of it. Peter's head thunks back onto the floor.
"Wet," Miguel murmurs.
"Uh huh." Peter can't even make fun of him for stating the obvious. He's overwhelmed by the knowledge that Miguel is actually inside him. Peter's thought about this for months. "That's uh—oh god."
Miguel pulls his thumb out and replaces them with two fingers. Again, it's easy work. Miguel looks up from where he’s pushed into Peter's body and arches one perfect eyebrow.
"Really optimistic," Peter amends.
Three fingers brings a faint burn, but Peter quickly adjusts. It helps that Miguel slides his fingers in and out slowly—firmly—nailing Peter's prostate with a maddeningly perfect amount of pressure every time. Peter's dick begins to drool pre-come as Miguel milks him, little pearls that bead up on his cockhead before rolling down the shaft. It's so good that—if Peter wants this to last long enough to get Miguel's cock in him—it needs to stop soon; so Peter lets go of his legs, ankles falling onto Miguel's shoulders, and Miguel's rhythm falters.
"Come on," Peter says, wriggling further into Miguel's lap. Miguel lifts both hands and holds Peter's legs in place, thumbs pressing into the thin skin behind his knees. "Put your cock in me already."
"You're not ready," Miguel tells him. He turns his head and scrapes his teeth over Peter's bony patella. "You're still tight."
"The fuck I am," Peter retorts even though Miguel is right. Peter knows from experience that his earlier prep and some finger-fucking isn't going to make him loose enough to take Miguel's cock easily, but Peter doesn't want it easy.
"It will hurt," Miguel warns.
"If you think pain is a deterrent for me, you really haven't been paying attention." Peter watches as Miguel's mouth drifts further along his leg, to the soft line of his inner thigh. "In fact, pain's kind of a motivating factor."
"Mmm," Miguel hums. His nose is pressed to Peter's skin and he inhales, so deeply Peter can feel the expansion of his ribcage. "I've noticed."
Miguel sinks his fangs into Peter's thigh. It hurts—fuck, it hurts—and Peter cries out, a wordless noise that echoes throughout the lab. Miguel's venom kicks in as the pain reaches a crescendo. Since the injection site is further away from Peter’s brain, it is less of a head-rush and more of a honeyed warmth spreading through his whole body. Their position means Peter also gets to watch the way his blood wells up against Miguel's mouth; the way Miguel works his jaw as he pulls away; the way Miguel uses the broad of his tongue to lick the puncture marks clean.
"Fuck, that is so hot," Peter murmurs. "Miguel—"
Miguel keeps Peter pinned in place as he reaches between them and guides himself towards Peter's entrance, pushing into him as the neurotoxin lingers. It dulls the worst of the stretch. Under normal circumstances, Peter would protest—he wants to struggle—to be overwhelmed—to have all his focus cut down to the act of being penetrated—but this time, he cannot form a single complaint. Miguel is bullying his cock into Peter's body, inch by painstaking inch, and his face—his eyes—
Peter cannot even blink as Miguel's expression transforms. The deep lines around his mouth soften. His jaw loosens, hanging open as he pants. His eyebrows unfurrow. His red eyes are fixed to the decreasing space between their bodies, glassy and awed.
He looks… devastated.
Earlier, when Peter had joked about how long it's been since Miguel got laid, he hadn't meant it seriously. Hadn't actually thought about it that much. But now, as Miguel makes it all the way inside Peter's body—as Miguel releases a low whine at how good it feels—Peter wonders when Miguel last let himself be vulnerable. Let someone else care for him.
Too long, Peter thinks as he reaches up to stroke the crest of Miguel's cheekbone. Miguel's gaze flickers to Peter's face and the ache in Peter's chest intensifies. He knows all too well what it's like to be lonely.
"Good?" Peter asks gently.
Miguel nods almost imperceptibly.
"Good." Peter shifts. The pressure of Miguel's cock is still distant, just out of reach, but Peter knows he'll feel it soon, when the venom in his body starts to degrade. "I'm good too. So." Peter lets his hand fall from Miguel's cheek and settles more firmly into Miguel's hold: calves hooked over Miguel's shoulders, thighs pressed to Miguel's torso, back against the cold lab floor. "Take what you need."
Miguel's hips rock slightly. For all of his aggressive posturing—for his insistence that he can do nothing but cause hurt and be cruel—he does not immediately begin to use Peter's body the way Peter expects. Instead, his hands settle on Peter's sides where his rib cage narrows, and he grinds his cock in as deep as possible. The pressure is unrelenting. Peter can feel it shift inside him and he groans, his own hands shackling Miguel's wrists.
"Fuck that's good," Peter gasps. Miguel pulls back a few inches, then slides back in. It isn't a fast motion, but it is inexorable; Miguel's cock pushes in until he is once again fully seated, forcing Peter's body to accommodate all of him. "Fuck."
Miguel does it again, and again, and again. Each time, he pulls out a little bit more; pushes in a little bit harder; goes a little bit faster. With each thrust, he puts more of his weight onto Peter's legs, forcing Peter's knees closer and closer to his ears and—by the time they are well and truly fucking—Miguel's face is inches from Peter's own, and Peter's knees are knocking against his ears. Sweat beads on Miguel's forehead and his face is contorted as though in pain, eyes squeezed shut.
"Come on, big guy," Peter goads. He knows Miguel is close by the violent way his pelvis slams into the backs of Peter's thighs, by the fine tremble in his forearms, and Peter wants Miguel to finish inside him so so so badly. "Come on, come on, come on—"
"Shut. Up. " Miguel snaps as he fucks Peter harder. "Why—do—you—never—shut—up—"
"Is that—ungh—rhetorical?" Peter would laugh if he wasn't getting rawed to within an inch of his life. As it is, the breathy sound that escapes him sounds more like a sob. "Or do you really—want me—to answer?"
Miguel snarls, an intense animal noise, and shoves a hand sloppily over Peter's mouth. At the same time, Peter's neglected dick rubs against Miguel's stomach and Miguel's cock rams into Peter's prostate. The trifecta of sensations should not be enough to send Peter over the edge—but Miguel's glittering, predatory eyes have opened in his irritation, and Peter has always been a sucker for pretty people with prettier eyes. He comes with a gasp against Miguel's palm, the muffled sound inaudible over the electric hum of the lab and the harsh, wet noises of Miguel continuing to fuck him.
"¿Terminado?" Miguel asks. Peter doesn't know if Miguel is referring to the orgasm that short-circuited his nerves or being a smartass, but either way, Peter nods dumbly.
Miguel does not reply. He simply removes his hand from Peter's mouth to fist in Peter's hair, pulling the strands to the point of pain, and uses Peter's body the way Peter thought he would from the beginning. The lax numbness Peter feels is swiftly replaced by a building sense of too much—but before the overstimulation can make Peter genuinely uncomfortable, Miguel comes. The grunt he makes in Peter's ear is masculine and satisfied.
For a moment, quiet. Peter closes his eyes and presses his temple to Miguel's, hands skittering down the muscled plane of Miguel's back. The weight of him and the stretch of his still-hard cock are a comfort to Peter, even if the cold, hard lab floor against Peter's back is not.
Next time, we do it in a bed, Peter thinks. My spine will thank me.
As the intensity fades, Miguel unbends to catch his breath. He rolls his massive shoulders and cracks his neck, pushing his dark hair back from his flushed face. His body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat that makes him glow faintly in the light. When he looks down at Peter, his long lashes shade his eyes, muting the normally vivid red of his irises.
"That good, huh?" Peter smirks, unable to help himself.
"And we're back to the talking," Miguel mutters.
"Hey, you should be proud of yourself. Ten seconds of silence is a record for me."
Miguel rolls his eyes—then pulls out of Peter without warning, making Peter hiss.
"Rude," Peter groans, his ass clenching around nothing. He can feel the vague slip of wetness against his skin as Miguel's come immediately starts to leak out; normally, Peter wouldn't care about the mess, but normally, Peter doesn't have to put his suit back on and risk squelching all the way back to his dimension in front of hundreds of his coworkers. Half of whom are copy and pasted versions of himself. Each and every one of them will know exactly what happened the moment they spot him, waddling to a designated travel port.
I did not think this through, Peter thinks.
"Lyla," Miguel calls to his AI. Peter scrambles to cover his softening junk, but the AI does not appear. Not that it matters. It isn't like her consciousness is tied to her projected form; she's there as long as the computers are there.
Which has been the whole time.
I really, really did not think this through, Peter mentally bemoans.
"Yes boss?" Lyla replies, sounding equal parts amused and smug.
"Scrub the last twenty minutes from the security feed," Miguel says. His face has settled back into impassivity and his voice is level, if not particularly loud. "And give Peter Parker from 616-B clearance to my personal quarters."
Peter's ears perk up—Miguel has personal quarters?—as Lyla says, "Done. Need anything else?"
"No."
"Alrighty, boss. Peter." Lyla's tiny, holographic form doesn't have to be present for Peter to know that she's winking. "Have a good evening!"
The bubbly sign-off isn't comforting, but Peter's lived through some terribly mortifying experiences; being unintentionally naked only consists of a small portion of those incidents, so he forces the squirming feeling of embarrassment out of the way. He'd much rather focus on the fact that Miguel has personal quarters. Personal quarters that he gave Peter access to. Personal quarters that might have a bed (if the rumors about Miguel sleeping on a web are untrue).
"So." Peter says faux innocently as Miguel gently removes Peter's legs from his shoulders. Peter then carefully props himself up on his elbows. "Is this your way of telling me that you're ready for round two?"
"It's my way of telling you that you need to shower," Miguel corrects, motioning between them with one clawed hand. "As for this—"
"One time deal?" Peter interjects with a grin.
"Yes." Miguel frowns. "This will not happen again."
Peter's grin simply gets bigger. Miguel always says what he means—except, of course, when what he thinks he means and what he actually wants are two different things. So while Miguel says they aren't going to have sex again, Peter knows that the words are flimsy veneer. Peter figures that Miguel won't be too mad when he calls bullshit; Peter's already planning on luring him into the shower for Round Two, then webbing him to the bed and riding him for Round Three. And since the small bite wounds from Miguel's fangs are already beginning to heal over and scab, Peter's going to try instigating more of the same, maybe this time high on the insides of his thighs, where the nerve endings are denser.
"Sure thing, big guy," Peter says, sitting up and placing his hands back on Miguel's body. Miguel leans into the touch subtly. "One thing though. All that frankly fantastic fornication has left me weak-kneed. Like, seriously. Jelly legs. If you want me going anywhere in the next ten minutes, you're gonna have to carry me."
Miguel's scowl deepens. For a moment, Peter thinks he might be pushing it too far— but then Miguel grabs Peter's crumpled suit, shoves it into Peter's face, and gets to his feet. As he stands, he also hooks one arm under Peter's knees and wraps the other around Peter's chest, scooping Peter up bridal-style. Peter laughs, surprised and delighted, and throws his arms around Miguel's strong neck.
"Gonna carry me across the threshold?" Peter teases.
"I will drop you," Miguel warns with a snarl. This close, Peter can see that the tips of his ears are red, and he presses a fond kiss to the shell of it. "Peter—"
But when Miguel doesn't drop him, Peter counts it as a win.
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#miguel o'hara#peter b parker#spiderdads#across the spider-verse#fandom: spiderverse#rating: e#pairing: miguel o'hara/peter b. parker
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