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ellemj · 6 months

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Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

**If you haven't read Pt. 1 yet, READ IT FIRST.**

Summary: You fight the effects of the chemical compound for as long as you can, until Bucky makes you an offer that your body can't seem to refuse. But, you each have a rule that the other has to follow.

Warnings: this one is a huge fucking tease, I'm so sorry (I won't be sorry when I release part 3 tonight), masturbation, talk of unprotected sex, profanity, use of y/n, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires more warnings.

Word Count: 4k (I just couldn't stop the build up)

Author's Note: I cannot believe the overwhelming response on part one of this, I was just in a silly goofy mood and decided to finally use my Tumblr for something other than reading y'alls AMAZING fics every night before bed. I didn't expect anyone to really even see it. My heart is racing as I get ready to post this rn lmao. PLEASEEE tell me what your fav part of this one is, I have to know. Part 3 will be out tonight, I can't make you guys wait too much.

Bucky’s resolve has been steadily crumbling for the past hour, and truthfully, he’s barely placing any blame on the chemical compound that’s interacting with the serum coursing through his veins. He’s placing the blame on you and the needy, whimpering noises that you’ve been making for the last forty-five minutes. After the video conference with Bruce and Tony ended, you were quick to lock yourself in one of the bedrooms of the safe house. You didn’t even say another word to Bucky, you just stood up from the couch with one hand clutched over your stomach, and hurried off down the hall. He wanted to say something to you, but what the hell was he supposed to say? I’m sorry that we’re in this situation? That wouldn’t help a damn thing. You’re in it and there’s nothing either one of you can do except pray that you’ll have enough self-control to make it through the night with your doors still locked.

Bucky sat on the couch for a few minutes after you left, replaying Tony’s last warning to you in his head. You won’t feel relief until your body thinks it has a chance of reproducing, until semen is introduced into your system. It made him feel like shit. He can find relief on his own, he can take care of himself tonight, but you? You’ll suffer for a minimum of eight hours, possibly nearing death, alone behind a locked door. It’s not that he thinks you can’t handle yourself. He’s perfectly aware of how capable you are at handling practically anything. He’s been your partner in the field for two months now and he’s never once had a doubt about your skills, your ability to tolerate pain, or even the split-second decisions you have to make sometimes during missions. You might give each other shit the majority of the time that you’re working together, but when it comes down to it, you trust each other with no reservations. So, why then, does he find himself so fucking worried about you?

He’s been locked in the bedroom across the hall from yours for the past hour now. He thought maybe things wouldn’t be so bad when he heard you tucking yourself away into bed, when he heard you go still and silent for a few minutes. It was smart of you, trying to sleep as much as you could before the chemical fully set in and began to wreak havoc within your body. But after only fifteen minutes, he heard the faintest sound carrying across the hall. He wasn’t sure what it was at first, thinking maybe you’d gotten up to use the bathroom and it was the creak of a floorboard or maybe a door hinge. It was wishful thinking. The second time he heard it, he was sure. You were whimpering in your sleep. For a few moments, he was able to deceive himself into thinking it was whimpers of pain, maybe from your stomach aching in your sleep. When you grew louder, the sounds of your soft, breathy moans mixing with the sound of the sheets rustling as you tossed and turned restlessly, that’s when his resolve began to break apart piece by piece. He sits on the side of his bed in total darkness. His shirt and tactical pants are strewn across the floor where he previously discarded them when the heat emanating from his body became too much to bear. His hands grip the edge of the mattress with enough force to break through the layers of fabric there, but he fears that if he lets go, the next thing his hands will grip will be either his cock or the two door knobs separating you both. Focusing on your suffering is keeping him from feeling his own pain, but the noises you’re making are making it significantly harder for him to ignore the needs that are bubbling to the surface within him. Shit. How the fuck did he end up in this situation with you?

You awake suddenly, drenched in sweat, your sweats especially making you feel like damp towels are wrapped around your legs. You waste no time throwing the covers back and ripping your sweats off, tossing them onto the floor and moving your hair to lay it across your pillow so it’s not sticking to your neck. Fuck HYDRA. Fuck Zemo for killing Dr. Nagel. Obviously, you wouldn’t have wanted him running around recreating the super soldier serum either, but if he was still alive maybe you wouldn’t be lying here in this state. You take a deep breath in, counting to three in your head as you breathe it back out. Focusing in on your symptoms, you try to make a mental list. You think that maybe if you can remind yourself of the science behind the symptoms, you won’t become an irrationally horny mess, you can just reason your way out of the most intense arousal you’ve ever felt in your life. Sweating, tachycardia, abdominal cramping, bone pain…you stupidly let your right hand slide down between your legs. Your fingertips briefly grace the exterior fabric of your black boyshort panties, feeling how wet they are adds another symptom to the mental list, not that you needed to feel it to know. Arousal.

You lean over to the bedside table and feel around blindly for your phone. The screen illuminates and you see that it’s only 10 pm. You’ve only been sleeping for an hour. The chemical compound isn’t even at its peak activity level yet and you’re already beginning to feel a type of desperation that you haven’t felt before. You need relief. Tony’s words swirl around in your mind, making you feel lightheaded and making you want to hunt him down and make him take the words back by force, like that would change the reality of the situation you’re currently in. You won’t feel relief until your body thinks it has a chance of reproducing, until semen is introduced into your system.

You could try finding relief on your own. Tony isn’t lord over all things scientific. When has he ever dealt with a compound like this before? Never. He doesn’t know shit. You’re trying so hard to convince yourself that he could be wrong. Sitting up in bed, you reach over and flip on the lamp that sits on the bedside table, casting a pale glow across the room. You will yourself to think clearly, to make a plan and implement it. You can fight this. You need something that’ll take down your body temperature, slow your heart rate, and ease some of the pain you’re feeling everywhere. A cold shower.

Bucky listens intently as you open your door and your feet patter softly down the hall. He listens as you shut and lock the bathroom door behind you and then as you turn on the shower. He mentally curses his heightened sense of hearing when he hears the tussle of your clothes hitting the floor. He’s been ignoring his hardening cock as it grows beneath the black fabric of his boxers. He’s been ignoring it because he feared if he tried to relieve himself, you’d likely hear him across the hall and he’d never let himself live it down. He can’t be the first one to break. But maybe, with you being in the shower, you wouldn’t be able to hear anything coming from his room. Why the hell are you even in the shower? He imagines the pain you’re in would make it hard for you to stand in there for very long, and it’s not like a shower is going to give you much relief at all. He can’t wonder for more than a quick moment, before the chemical begins to really cloud his mind, his clear thoughts becoming hazy behind thoughts of chasing relief. Fuck it. You won’t hear a damn thing.

Bucky sighs deeply as his lays back on the bed, still in darkness, pushing his boxers down a few inches and freeing his hard length. His flesh hand quickly wraps around it, giving it a slow stroke from base to tip, pre-cum quickly coating his fingers.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans lowly. It’s never felt like this before. It’s as if every nerve in his body has shifted, has traveled down to embed in his cock. His head falls back into his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut at the sensation of his shaft finally being handled. He works his fist up and down, picking up speed and reveling in the feeling of temporary relief. As he strokes his cock, he feels the pain throughout his body slowly dissipating, easing up but not fully disappearing. Before he can stop himself, he’s picturing exactly what you’d look like right now. Your perfectly toned body standing under a stream of water, your hands running down your smooth skin, your eyes closed as you let the shower wash away your discomfort. He feels guilty. Truly, he does. But it's as if he has no control over his thoughts when his hand is on his cock and his veins are corrupted with a potent chemical from hell. Especially not when you’re naked a mere ten feet down the hall. As Bucky nears his climax, his balls tightening and his cock twitching in his hand, a loud crash resounds throughout the house and he’s brought back to reality. He’s on his feet, his boner tucked reluctantly away in his boxers, and his bedroom door flying open in less than two seconds, fearing the worst. He thinks you must’ve passed out from the effects of the chemical, fallen in the shower, maybe split your head open. When he reaches for the bathroom door knob and finds it locked, he’s giving no second thought to breaking the door down. Hell, he decided he was going to break it down before he ever left his room. He takes one step back, ready to use his leg to kick through it, when he hears the shower water cut off and the curtain pull back.

“Y/n?” His voice is laced with concern and it takes you by surprise. You’d only been standing in the ice-cold shower for two minutes when you realized it wasn’t going to do shit for you. You aren’t usually one to lose your temper, but feeling so hopeless and helpless, your only plan failing to provide you with any relief, you ended up slamming your fist into the tiled shower wall out of pure frustration. You didn’t do it hard enough to really hurt yourself, but apparently hard enough to alarm Bucky.

“You’re supposed to be locked in your room.” You call out, your voice coming out a little timid and quieter than you intended. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you step out of the shower and examine yourself in front of the bathroom mirror. Your cheeks are still flushed, your pupils are dilated so much that you’re surprised the lights aren’t hurting your eyes yet, and your rapid pulse is nearly visible in your neck. You let your hair down from the bun you threw it up into for the shower and then pull on the same shirt and damp panties you had on moments earlier.

“I thought you fell.” Bucky says quietly, barely above a whisper. You can tell he’s standing close to the door. You’ve never heard him speak so softly. You freeze, your hands clutching the edge of the bathroom sink as your body responds to his voice, against your rational mind’s will. You feel a familiar heat gathering between your legs and you squeeze your thighs together. He needs to go back to his room. Now.

“Bucky, go back to bed.” Your voice is firm, without a single hint of hesitation. Bucky knows that he should heed the warning. He knows he should turn around right now and go back and lock his door. Instead, he stands there in the hallway with his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers and a conflicted expression on his face. You said earlier that your only option was to lock yourselves in your respective rooms and ride it out until morning. Was that really the only option though? He could easily think of a few more options, though admittedly, he might not be thinking with his brain anymore.

“You have to go back to your room before I come out.” You’re starting to sound like you’re pleading with him. As much as you want to act strong and like you have all of the self-control in the world right now, you’re worried that if you step out into the hall and see him, you won’t be able to stop yourself from reaching out for him. You want to feel his skin beneath your hands as you run your palms from his shoulders, down his chest, straight to the waistband of whatever the hell he’s wearing right now. You want to have him completely bare in front of you, with nothing stopping you from dragging him straight to your bed to find the relief that you both so desperately crave right now. A sharp pang in your lower stomach causes you to let out a soft groan, and the sudden inhale you hear from Bucky through the door doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Not until I see that you’re okay.” Bucky says, still worried that you fell in the shower or hurt yourself somehow. Not wanting to waste any more time letting the chemical stew in your reproductive system, you flip the bathroom light off so you’re thrown into darkness, before unlocking the bathroom door and pulling it open slowly. You can just barely make out his form in the dark hallway, the curve of his broad shoulders, the glint of the black and gold vibranium making up his left arm, and fuck…the ripples down his abdomen. You’ve always thought he was frustratingly attractive, but now? Just looking at him has you insatiable. You realize quickly that he’s not wearing anything except a pair of black boxers and his dog tags. He’s really not making this easy on you. Your eyes flutter closed and you sigh, telling yourself to suck it up and walk past him. Just walk past him. But now you what he looks like with nearly no clothes on, and he’s so close to you. So. Damn. Close. A foot away from you, to be exact.

“I’m fine, just go back to bed.” You whisper. You don’t trust yourself to speak any louder, worried that raising your voice might awake something much more primal within yourself.

“Look at me.” He says, matching your whisper volume. Shit. Shit, shit. Shit. No.

“Don’t—” You’re cut off by the feel of his cool vibranium fingers wrapping around your right hand, lifting it so he can see it better. You suck in a harsh breath at the contact. It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, it’s not even what you need. You need skin. You need him against you. But something about the cool metal contrasting against the warmth of your heated hand feels electrifying.

“Did you punch the wall?” He questions, examining your reddened knuckles with narrowed eyes. Your eyes remain closed as you nod your head, and he takes the moment to scan his eyes down your body. Your t-shirt skims along the tops of your thighs and he knows if you turned around, it wouldn’t even fully cover the curve of your ass. Fuck, he wants you to turn around. He drops your hand as quickly as he first grabbed it, letting it fall back to your side as he begins running his flesh hand through his disheveled hair.

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?” Bucky has to know. He knows how high your pain tolerance is, he knows how good you are at putting on a brave face in the worst situations. He has to know how much you’re really suffering right now before he makes an offer that he can’t take back.

“Four.” You fib, pressing your lips together and daring to open your eyes and look back at him. Your eyes have adjusted to the dark a little more and you can see the sweat glistening across his chest, his quick breaths drawing your attention straight to his pecs.

“Don’t lie to me.” His gaze hardens. He hates that you’d try to lie to him. Do you really not trust him enough to just be open with him? Jesus, he’s standing in front of you in his fucking boxers with a hard-on that you haven’t even noticed yet and somehow you feel the need to keep things from him, like he isn’t just as vulnerable as you are right now.

“Seven.” You admit truthfully. The pain in your stomach has intensified, and all you want to do is curl into a ball right there on the floor. You feel like you’ve been doused in gasoline and lit on fire, you feel like someone attempted to extinguish that fire with a gallon of hot sauce, and then ran you over with a semi-truck. You reach out for the door frame with your right hand, using it for balance as your legs begin to feel weaker.

“Y/n-” Bucky starts, ready to make you an offer, but you don’t let him continue. He knows it’s crossing a line. He’s fully aware that if he offers and you say no, things could just get weird between the two of you. He’s even more aware that if he offers and you say yes, it could effectively end your working relationship. But he can’t stand to see you like this. You might give each other shit more often than you’re civil with each other, but something about you being in pain has always sat wrong with him. He worries more about you in the field than he worries about himself.

“Don’t say my name, just…” You cut him off, but your voice trails off as your eyes wander down to the front of his boxers, finally noticing the way he’s straining against the fabric, his tip resting just barely under the waistband. “If you keep standing here, if you keep saying things to me, I’m not going to be able to go back to my room. I need you to walk away before I lose the power to let you.” Your warning should be clear as day now. He needs to leave you alone.

“No.” His refusal hits a nerve, angering you more than you would’ve thought possible. You feel a rush of adrenaline surge through you as you lose control of your actions. You place your hands against his chest, shoving him back, hard. He barely moves, which just further enrages you. “Y/n, we can fix this. I can fix this for you.” His offer is out in the open now. He holds his breath as you freeze in front of him, your hands falling away from his chest and your eyes squeezing shut in contemplation.

“Do you even realize what you’re offering?” Your question hangs in the air between the two of you, and the tension in the hallway makes it feel as though lightning is about to strike the tiny cobblestone house that you stand in. You wish lightning would strike. When you open your eyes this time, the look in Bucky’s eye has changed. There’s something in place of his usual hard gaze, something that nearly draws you in.

“Yes.” He’s offering to fuck you. He’s offering to give you the relief that you so badly need, the relief that can only be found when he finishes inside you. You’re hallucinating. That’s what this is. Because there is no fucking way that he’s standing in front of you right now, the six-foot tall super soldier who you can barely get along with outside of mandatory missions, offering to fuck you raw. “I know what I’m offering.” You only take a moment to weigh your options. Go back to your room, lock the door, and suffer for the next 7-10 hours or have sex with him and hope that it doesn’t ruin your entire life. Why would it ruin your life? Because he’s the only partner that you’ve trusted enough to work with since Nat passed, and there’s no way that things can just be fine and normal after you’ve seen each other naked. Things would get awkward, it’d be hard to look at each other, hard to see each other as professionals anymore. And your work, your job, is your life. Outside of this you have nothing. No family, not a single friend that isn't connected to this damn line of work, not a damn thing to turn to when this inevitably goes to shit.

“Stop overthinking it.” Bucky’s voice breaks you out of your whirlwind of thoughts. Against your better judgement, you make eye contact with him and the way he’s looking at you gives you butterflies. Butterflies? Who the fuck are you right now? “Close your eyes.” His voice is low, making the butterflies in your stomach explode and spread outward until it feels like your skin is tingling. You don’t know why you do as he says, but your eyes close and you stand there with bated breath as the floorboards creak. He’s stepping closer to you, stopping when you feel his breath fanning across your face. He trails his flesh fingertips from the back of your left hand and up your arm slowly, drawing goosebumps to the surface of your overheated skin but leaving some kind of calmness behind. You relish the way your left arm becomes the only part of your body that isn’t in pain, the only part that he’s touching.

“Okay…” Your voice is raspy as you cave to his touch. “But I have a rule.” He pulls his hand away and you wince as the pain quickly returns to the bones deep within your arm. He raises an eyebrow at you as he waits for you to continue. “You can’t kiss my lips.”

Bucky hesitates for a second, caught off guard by your insane rule. No kissing? During sex? Do you hate him that much? Fuck, he shouldn’t have offered to do this in the first place. It’s obvious that you really don’t want this, and he won’t be able to get off knowing that.

“Who’s overthinking now?” You laugh out, brushing past him and heading straight for your bedroom door. You took his hesitation as a rejection of your rule, and if he rejects your rule then you’re not doing this. If he kisses you, you’re scared you’re going to feel something. You can have sex and find absolutely zero meaning in it, that’s not that hard. It’s just a physical act. But kissing? Kissing makes it too intimate, too much of a real connection. You won’t give that away so easily. Just as you’re nearing the door, you feel Bucky’s hand wrap tightly around your wrist and pull you back, spinning you around so you’re facing him. In less than a second, he’s walking you backwards until your ass hits the wall and your hand is pinned above your head, with his body pressed firmly against yours. His nose brushes over the tip of yours and you shudder at the feeling of his skin, his body giving off so much heat that you’re regretting having put your shirt back on earlier.

“Fine, I won’t kiss you.” He rasps. His vibranium hand is gripping your hip, holding you solidly against the wall as he moves to run his lips along your jawline. He doesn’t kiss your skin, he simply lets his lips ghost over it, making you tilt your head to the side in anticipation. “I have one rule of my own.”

“What’s that?” Your voice sounds a lot more confident than you expected it to, like you’re not fighting to hold yourself together inside. He nips at your earlobe softly and you feel the tip of his tongue against it so lightly that you’re not sure if you imagined it or not.

“You’re going to wear these while I fuck you.” He guides your right hand up over the perfect ridges of his abs, across his chest, and straight to the dog tags that hang around his neck.

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davidsdussy · 1 year

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This is gonna be a Lil sumin. I was wondering, what would be some of the stupidest and funniest or even sweetest things these boys do? Welll let's find out. HAPPY NEW YEARS

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Foul Language, just them doing stupid shit

sexual themes and smut AND FLUFF!

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David

𓆩 𓆪 David can be silly and goofy too, its not always serious we all know this. Man has natural crack hidden up his ass some here and its in there deep... Can't even reach up with ya foot.

𓆩 𓆪But one of the funniest moments with David is when he was minding his business. All up your sugar walls with his cock, no shame in the world. Just balls against booty, and Marko had threw a pizza into the slide of his face. The crazy part is how David didn't notice Marko's presence behind him. You watched as the pizza slowly slid down the side of His face and land in between your chest/boobs.

𓆩 𓆪 David was PISSED! But you? You laughed. It was too fucking funny, even with him balls deep inside you and a pizza on your chest.

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!"

"Whoa calm down no need to get so hostile. I just thought I add a little Italian spice to your bedroom."

"MARKO!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

Dwayne

𓆩 𓆪This serious big teddy bear is goofy too..mostly quiet but once you come at him with fun time such as poking him and saying you didn't do it a bunch of times.

𓆩 𓆪 so here you were poking him as he reads on the couch. Repeatedly! Once he was annoyed enough he'll just simply grab you hand and kiss it.

𓆩 𓆪"You done?" he'll chuckle at you. You see dwayne has a hell of a lot of patience I like to think even more so than David. Once you shrugged and claimed it wasn't you, he'll say"Oh yeah?" And then that's when the fun starts.

"MERCY! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHA!" Your laughter filled the lightly dim lit hotel. Be pinned under the long haired giant of a vampire, being tickled brutally. "Yeah? Gonna tell the truth now?" He'll smirk down at you as you nod "Alright alright! I'll stop poking ya!" You yelled out and smiled up at him before sitting up and kissing his cheek.

Paul

𓆩 𓆪we all know this man don't have hidden crack up his ass...he got crack in his peepee 🙄That mf goes up randomly and who better than you to go to for help. He'll always hug you from behind and rut against you slowly as he whispers filthy things in your ear.

𓆩 𓆪He's just restless, always grabbing for you but he can't help it. Not when you're standing there doing nothing looking all pretty. Even just your voice alone turns him on.

𓆩 𓆪You love paul, never the less. You'll do anything for your sweet puppy. But today you weren't in the mood. So you got an idea, Paul is a menace we know this. even his jokes be heartless a little. So..you did the unthinkable..

A rumble erupted on Paul, and he froze. Did you just?....did you just fart on his erection?!?! Instant turn off, whyyyyy!? "WHOA BABE, you could've warned me!"He backs up and whines. "I'm so sorry Pauly! I didn't m- pffft hahaha" you laughed and grabbed your lower abdomen from laughing so hard. You could hear David from across you two. "That wasn't an accident she's lying" he smirks trying to instigate."Y/N!? Is this true?!"

Marko

𓆩 𓆪Oh man...you thought Paul was bad. Wait till you hear how him and Paul were planning a prank on David. Nothing like annoying the true high king of skyrim.

𓆩 𓆪so here they were. Waking up early at tonight just to piss off the hanging human bat with crocodile feet. Paul started off by poking David awake. Like it was a serious problem happening

𓆩 𓆪Little did little David know...he's always gonna be the butt of their jokes...no matter what...

"DAVID! WAKE UP! MARKO IS HURT PRETTY BADLY!" David woke up quick, both concerned and pissed about what was going on. "What do you mean he's hurt?! What the fuck happened?!" Once he got his gorilla grippers off the ceiling and started running down the hall with Paul. And there Marko was..bleeding on the ground, panting and reaching out dramatically"it hurts.." And David was over there in seconds! Wait, oh no...he didn't get nowhere because the mf slipped on some oil Marko put on the floor purposely. Sending David sliding across the ground and into a wall. "PAHAAHAHHAHAHA!" The loud howls filled the hotel as David got up growling and slapping Paul and Marko in the back of the head. "YOU LITTLE SHITS!"

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 1 year

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Midnight Snack

You catch Shuji's eye in the library at uni and he absolutely must take you out.

Just some shuji fluff for the dash. He's a little weird here sorry lmao. Reader is grumpy and tired. Unproofread.

Shuji can't get enough of you. He has a nasty (though endearing) habit of staring.

It's actually how you met.

In the library at uni, trying to get away from noisy roommates and distractions, you sat yourself in a gloomy corner, eyes hazy and unfocused on the article you were "reading."

Until movement caught your eye.

You don't see him at first, the playful fuck. He ducks behind a DiffyQ textbook that, looking back, definitely isn't his. You pay no mind. Whatever. Let the motherfucker stare, you've got shit due tonight. It's not like you're unaccustomed to annoying attention from men and their "you'd look so much better if you smiled" bullshit.

Fuck. You got yourself in a mood now.

Like clockwork, a tuft of grown-out bleached hair and a pair of golden eyes peeks out hoping to catch yours without detection. You snap in his directions and he ducks again. You swear to God you hear a giggle and the rustling thud of a heel knocking into a limb.

When you look, no, glare back, the decoy textbook is down and he's smiling, wide and goofy (and rubbing his shin). You raise a brow and go back to your work, fruitlessly, because he takes the acknowledgement as an invitation. Before you know it hes dragging a heavy wooden chair loudly and sitting across from you.

He's tall. He's huge, really. He's objectively rather gorgeous with a nice jawline and lively eyes that study you, like you're the only thing, even in a building full of decades and decades of knowledge, worth studying.

"Can I fucking help you?"

"i think you can."

"I've got a deadline in 2 hours, make it quick."

"Let me take you for a late night meal. A reward for finishing your....school thing." You almost want to laugh. School thing? Does he even go here? He must sense the shift in mood and it further boosts his confidence. "Come on," he lets the word wobble like a kid pushing their luck, "you're the coolest girl in this place, let me show you a good time."

You can't place it exactly, maybe it's in the wiggle of his eyebrows or the groan of secondhand embarrassment from his friend not far away, but you get a relatively innocent vibe. You turn him away with a terse, maybe and watch as he wanders back to his friend, bounce in his step and high on premature victory.

His gaze isn't as heavy for the duration of your time there. He busies himself with doodles in the margins of Kisaki's work that he thought was math, but maybe is actually Greek; Shuji doesn't care. He's got an absolute beauty on his mind.

He's enraptured by her. Her focused scowl and the way her eyes narrow at the screen. The way her lips purse around the straw of what once was probably iced coffee. The art in her skin that he can see until the aircon kicks on and she puts another layer back on. Shuji is reminded in that moment that he hates the cold so, so much, and even more now that it's stolen away a part of the art he'd been admiring.

He huffs and loses himself if scribbling whatever comes to mind to kill time. He misses you packing your things quietly, work completed just before the deadline and he jumps to cover his scribbles when you clear your throat.

"I'm hungry."

"Hi hungry, I'm Hanma."

You groan, "Actually I'm leaving."

"Come on it was funny!"

"Are you twelve?"

You bicker with the cute giant the whole way out of the library with a smile tugging at your lips. You'd seen the scribbles, he wasn't slick.

Variations of, "God she's kind of insanely pretty. No seriously she's so pretty" up and down the margins. This guy was kind of embarrassing, silly, a wildcard, and well, those are the best people to eat fast food with at 11:59 pm.

It's the first of many midnight snacks.

Yeah that's right bitch this one's for you @sin-and-punishment shuji is down bad for you and I will not be told otherwise.

#sorry I gave reader a tude #im sick and tired and idk lmao #anyway its my fave situation so idk just roll with it maybe #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji fluff #i just wanted to think abt shuji falling pathetically for the pretty alty girl at thw library #hanma shuji~❤️#hanma shuji scenarios #hanma shuji

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diaryoftheunidropout · 1 year

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DAY 7

It's officially been a week since I dropped out of uni! Sorry for missing Day 6, I was too tired to write before bed lol. Also too emotionally unstable because my favorite author had replied to me THREE TIMES IN A ROW, IN THE SAME DAY, and that got me eating pasta with no salt no sauce nothing, straight from a bowl, with my hands.

I just cancelled the therapy appointment I had tomorrow because I was in a silly goofy mood. No, like, genuinely. I'm not paying €60 for someone to listen to me for 45 minutes while just nodding and deep down thinking I'm fucking lame and insane. Which I might be. I know not going to therapy is not a good thing but I'm way too self aware for anyone to be able to help me. I can help myself. I know my problems. I know how to solve them.

My therapist did help with one thing, though. She made me realize that I badly needed to feel like I was in control because in the past I'd faced many situations when I didn't have any control at all. And so that's exactly what I did. I regained control over my life. Instead of staying passive and in misery, I said: fuck this, I'm dropping out of university and making choices for myself.

I'm not saying I'll NEVER go back to therapy, but I don't think the one I was going to would be able to help much. I'd also like to find a therapist who's openly queer-friendly because I am queer and that's an important part of myself and I don't want to have to tiptoe around my therapist because I don't know their views on LGBTQ+ matters. The therapist I went to had studied at a Christian school. It doesn't have to mean anything, but you never know.

Yesterday I worked out at the gym for 3 and a half hours! Went grocery shopping (under the pouring rain lol). I didn't sleep much tonight because I had a delivery at 9 😫 and now I have to get dressed, put makeup on, clean up the place, and build my bedside table (although I might only build the bedside table tomorrow morning since I'm not going to therapy anymore) (I might also only do the cleaning up tomorrow too because I'm a lazy ass) (I hope my mom doesn't get mad at me for not going to therapy).

My mom's coming over tomorrow for her birthday weekend, and this evening I'm meeting up with my uni friends :)

So this is what I had to say on Day 7! No one's reading any of this, but it's fine.

If you did read this: love you lots. It's going to be okay.

"And we'll be happy." -"Radio Silence", Alice Oseman

#uni drop out #university #radio silence #alice oseman #diary

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vigilvntes · 2 years

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Dude, Where's My Underwear? - Adrian Chase x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: your relationship with Adrian is exposed after Harcourt discovers a not so welcome surprise on her desk.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: swearing, sexual content. not full blown smut but enough reference to sex to warrant a warning :)

A/N: i'm truly just in a silly goofy mood tonight

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"Who the fuck left their underwear on my desk?" You heard Emilia exclaim from across the room, a look of disgust written on her features as she picked up the underwear on the end of her pen.

Fuck. The one place you didn't think to check.

You looked up from your desk reluctantly, meeting Harcourt's accusatory glare. Then, you glanced at the underwear she held at arms length.

Yep. They were most definitely yours from the night before, and you knew exactly how they got there.

Adrian groaned as he pulled out of you, his cock still twitching and his cum dripping down your thighs.

You stood upright shakily from where you had been bent over Harcourt's desk and turned to face him, snaking your arms around his neck. The two of you couldn't help but giggle at what had just happened.

"You really couldn't wait until we got back to your place, huh?" You teased, running a hand through his hair.

He looked down, a sheepish grin on his lips, "Sorry." He was anything but sorry, though. You were irresistible, and if it were up to him, he would have you as many times a day as he could.

The two of you were always sneaking off together. You couldn't begin to count the amount of times you had been bent over the sink in the tiny bathroom of the temporary base, or pushed up against the wall in the alleyway with only a few walls separating you from the rest of the team.

It thrilled you, in a way. Knowing that Adrian belonged to you, and you belonged to him, while the rest of the team got on with their day hunting down butterflies, blissfully unaware of the two of you fucking like teenagers.

At first, it was just sex. A way to pass the time or let out your frustrations regarding the mission. However, sex soon turned into having dinner together, and having dinner soon turned into staying the night at his place and waking up in his arms.

Everyday you were grateful that he had decided to insert himself into the mission, and by default, into your life.

You leaned up on your tip-toes and gave him a chaste kiss, pressing your forehead against his. "We should get out of here. I actually have no idea if there's cameras in here."

His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, "There might be cameras in here?"

You shrugged, "There could be. Surveillance kinda comes with the line of work."

Adrian let out a breath, a lopsided grin on his lips, "Cool. Hey, do you think they'd give me the tape-..."

You scoffed, shoving his shoulder playfully, "You're gross."

He let out a loud laugh, "What? All I'm saying is that it'd be so useful to me if there were cameras in here."

"Stop talking, pervert!" You smacked his shoulder gently. He glanced down, then back up at you. "Please don't tell me you're hard again..."

The look on his face told you everything you needed to know, "Of course you are. I'm not fucking you again. Not here, at least. Get dressed."

You pressed your lips to his again, prying his hands from your body as he tried to pull you back towards him.

The two of you made your way around the room, picking up your discarded items of clothing. You pulled your shirt over your head, eyes scanning the room for any sign of your underwear.

You bent down, hoping they'd be underneath the desk, but to your disappointment they weren't. Sighing, you called Adrian's name.

"Yeah, babe?" He answered from across the room, buttoning up his shirt.

"Have you seen my underwear?"

Adrian shook his head, "Last I saw of them was when I was trying to get you out of them." He sent a smirk your way, but you just rolled your eyes in frustration.

"Well help me find them."

He groaned and joined you in your search. You checked under each desk, around every corner, even the bathroom.

Eventually, Adrian popped his head up from under the table, "Can't you just, like... Not wear them? I can't find them anywhere." He whined.

You sighed in defeat. "Fine. But I swear if anyone finds my underwear tomorrow before I do, I'm leaving you forever."

"What?" The look on his face was priceless. His lips quirked downwards, eyebrows knitted together.

However, you relented pretty quickly. "Hey, I'm just joking."

Adrian straightened up, pushing his shoulders back scoffing, "Yeah... Pfft. I knew that. I was just... Joking around with you. Hah! Got you!" He forced out a loud laugh.

"Whatever you say, you fuckin' loser." You mumbled, leaning in and pressing your lips to his cheek, watching as a smile crept across his face.

Then, you pulled your jeans over your sticky thighs, grabbed your bags and went home for the night.

Which brought you to your current situation: Harcourt staring you down, and Economos laughing quietly in the corner as he watched the scene unfold.

"I...," You started, all words lost on you as you tried to think of any excuse you could to get yourself out of this.

"They don't belong to (Y/N)." Came a voice from behind you.

Adrian. Fuck. He was either going to save your asses, or completely screw you. Probably the latter.

Emilia raised her eyebrows at Adrian, who stood behind you with his arms folded across his chest, bouncing nervously on his feet. "Oh yeah? And how would you know?"

"I... I've been through their underwear drawer." He answered slowly, shoving his tongue into his cheek as he glanced down at you, noticing how mortified you looked.

"You've been through their underwear drawer?" She questioned.

"Yeah. Duh. I go through it, like, every night and I've never seen those in there." He answered simply. He had already dug his own grave, and he decided that he might as well lie in it. "In fact, I don't even think they own any underwear of that colour."

"Dude, why do you go through their underwear drawer?" Chris questioned as he entered the room, dumping his duffel bag on the table.

"I like to sort them by colour."

Chris turned to look at him with narrowed eyes, shaking his head slowly. "You're so weird, dude... You ever stolen any of their underwear?"

Before Adrian could reply and inevitability dig himself deeper, you banged your first on your desk, squeezing your eyes closed for a moment to compose yourself. "Can we please stop talking about my underwear?" You asked through gritted teeth.

"Can you please stop pretending that you and Vigilante aren't fucking?" Economos called from across the room.

"W-what? We're not-..." You began to protest weakly.

"Yes, you are. Don't even try to lie about it, (Y/N). We all know." Harcourt stated, rolling her eyes. She threw your underwear over to you then sat back down at her desk.

"Wait...," Chris started, looking between you and Adrian, his brows knitted together in confusion. "(Y/N) and Vig are fucking?"

Harcourt looked at him in disbelief, "Yes, genius. They've been fucking for months-..."

"She's being serious?" He asked Adrian, pointing at Harcourt.

Adrian shrugged, "Yeah... I mean, we're dating."

"And you never told me?"

"You seriously didn't know? What do you think they were doing whenever they snuck off to the bathroom together for ten minutes?" Economos chipped in.

"You've been sneaking off to fuck in the bathroom?!" Chris exclaimed, his large hand coming up to smack Adrian on the back in congratulations. "That's hot."

You groaned, burying your head in your hands. You weren't embarrassed about the fact you were dating Adrian. You adored him, and now everyone knew you were his. However, you were embarrassed about the way in which it had been revealed to the team.

"I bet you two do it like... five times a day." You heard Chris's say to Adrian. "Do you do it five times a day?"

Your head snapped up and you threw a glare in Adrian's direction, "Answer that and I'll kill you."

He shrugged at Chris, "Sorry, man."

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Adrian took his eyes off of the road for a moment to glance over at you, a smirk on his lips.

You had been pissed at him for the whole underwear drawer thing, but as the day went on, and the team had made their jokes and had their laughs at your expense, you couldn't help but see the humour in it too.

"I can't believe out of all the things you could have said... You told them you go through my underwear drawer." You chewed on your bottom lip to suppress a smile.

Adrian's his first logical thought never seemed to make sense to anyone else but him, but you wouldn't have him any other way. Although sometimes it could be seen as a downfall, it was one of the things you adored about him.

He laughed quietly, placing a hand on your thigh and squeezing gently when he brought the car to a stop at a red light. "I'm sorry... But you have to admit it was pretty funny. And at least we don't have to keep this a secret anymore." He suggested, a lopsided grin on his lips at the thought of the team knowing you were together.

"Yeah. I guess." You shrugged, placing your hand on top of his and squeezing it gently. "But I'm still gonna make you pay for embarrassing me. And I'm not gonna be nice about it."

You met his gaze, noticing that his cheeks were dusted with a light pink, his eyes glazed over and his lips slightly agape. "I love it when you talk dirty to me." He breathed out.

#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #vigilante #vigilante x reader #peacemaker #peacemaker x reader #hbo peacemaker #x reader #fic #adrian chase fic #vigilante fic

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dearlyanqels · 2 years

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Push Me | KNJ

a/n: yeah I have no idea what I am doing. this is simply nothing. if you are my friends and seeing this, look, don't mind me I'm in a silly goofy mood. excuse my grammar mistakes. this is 18 PLUS !!!

story contains: soft namjoon, personal assistant (more like frustrated person who's about to lose their job) reader, guide masterbation, slight exhibitionist if you squint

after the Seoul concert, you were in the car reading back the messages from your boss, the things that guys needed to do before they rest up for the next concert tomorrow. namjoon saw your facial expression through the barely lit tablet in your hand. "don't stress, we kinda know what we need to work on" he said rubbing your knee, you grab his hand and place it back on his thigh. "I wouldn't have this job now would I if I didn't know what you guys needed for tomorrow's concert"

he rolled his eyes for billionth time that day, he knew you were stubborn and always tried to put your work first before your health. "yeah namjoon, let them do their job" seokjin said leaving small kisses on his sleepy boyfriend's head aka yoongi, who was hissing from the pain of his elbow.

"thank you jinnie, now back-- ah namjoon" you were suddenly hoisted on to his lap, suddenly kissing you hard, making stop in process of getting off his thick thighs. his hand started to wander up your shirt "namjoon, yoongi and seokjin are here with us, place me back on me seat" you angrily whisper to him. "we been knowing you two been having sex, but yes please not in front of us, wait until we get to the hotel" yoongi said inching closer to seokjin's warmth.

the car took a stop, the two couple went out first then you and namjoon, who was a gentleman most of the way. "everyone, please listen to what I have to say, manger will wake us up at seven a.m for morning rehearsals, and exercise. then around the afternoon: sound check plus song list check, run throughs, and voice exercises. and after you have some free time, use it wisely we have a show at eight, please don't do anything stupid, goodnight" you nodded off and walk straight to your room, namjoon never took his eyes off of you.

their manager told them what they needed to do for the night. namjoon, who was in his room, laid back on his bed thinking about you. he knows when your anxiety is high you tend to knit your eyebrows together and start to have an anxiety tic, the one where you nodded your head off for no reason. "fuck" he whisper.

] from: groupchat - seokjin

today it seem like Minseo wasn't feeling their best

] from: groupchat - jimin

yeah they seem extremely anxious or something. did you notice their small tics was more active tonight?

[ to: groupchat - namjoon

I'll go check up on them.

as he sent the text, the tall male walk across the hall to your door. "hey it's joon, I just wanted to check up on you." the door was open, namjoon was taken back by a kiss and a push against the now shut door. "I need you, please relive my stress joon" you beg, he grab your cheek and gently kiss it "what seems to be the problem?" you look down seeing he was already half hard. "my job is at stake, and I need to be perfect. I-I just need you joon, for one more night. "

you two have an agreement, when one is stress or feeling out of it you two can relive each stress. just like how tonight is "how do you know your job is on the line? I thought it was good" namjoon push you, gently, to your bed "they saw us, when you and I were kissing backstage." he lift up your chin "I'm sorry, I'll talk to them. they can't fire you when we are the ones who hired you, plus our ban is lifted what more can they do? fire us? please. now you said you were stress right?, I'll sit on the chair. my pretty love, take off your clothes" you nodded and started to slip of your night wear, the cotton underwear was the only thing left of your body, namjoon loved how natural you were, how beautiful your body can be. he smiled when you knew exactly what he was gonna say.

"my dear, you're so perfect. you do everything well, our perfect assistant. you go by our rules no one else" his thumb was circling around your mouth as you sat on the floor. "sit there and watch" he lean back, undoing the strings of his sweatpants, then letting his girthy penis out of the hidden flab of his boxers. he slowly stroke his half harden cock, watching your every move, he'd be lying if he said he didn't love seeing your eyes sparkle.

his paste got faster, thinking about you always made pump faster, but he couldn't come just yet, he wanted to see you get this way as well. he let go of his meat and pick you up "touch yourself for me, I wanna see you unravel in front of me, I want you to feel that stress get out of you." he said kissing your lips while spreading your legs. "push me pass my limits joon"

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haha.. ha.. h..a

so I know this is very different, I just wanted to try something.

don't give me shit.

#namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon imagine #bts x reader #bts smut #bts namjoon x reader #yoongi x seokjin #taehyung fanfic #namjoon fanfic #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok fanfic #jimin x reader #seokjin x reader #namjoon x you #namjoom x y/n #bts fanfction

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