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Thinking about reader getting rejected by some guy and she gets drunk and loser nerd miguel is there to comfort her and she is like "miggy you are so much better than him!!" (She won't admit she said that when she is sober) and she is crying and saying embarrassing stuff she likes about miguel while he is trying his best to comfort her. Things like "i actually think the glasses are so cute" "i love how smart you are, always so helpful" and it escalates into things like "i love sitting on your face and seeing the glasses fog up" "your dick is big for a nerd, i love sucking you off" etc. And Miguel is like 😳
she is finally here!! had a blast writing this one 🤭
cw: drunk reader, reader gets rejected and gets shitfaced, miguel being a sweetie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, erm like pantie sniffing? 😭 idk, cunnilingus, creampie, squirting (because why wouldn’t there be it’s me whose writing this), slightly drunk sex (can be considered dubcon), switch miguel??, undercover feelings if u squint🕺🏽i think that’s it lmk if i miss smt. and as usual, not proofread ❤️ enjoy my luvvies
wc: 3.0k
your head was pounding. but that’s to be expected with the excessive amount of alcohol in your system paired with the booming bass of whatever song was playing at whatever club you were at.
you felt so disoriented. at the beginning of the night, you wouldn’t have shown up if you had known what was going to happen. you came out tonight with your sorority friends because you had your sights set on hobie brown. tall, lanky, and fucking gorgeous. all night, you had done your best to push your tits up in your skimpy dress and sway your hips to the song that had been playing at the club to no avail. he left you alone, feeling high and dry to hook up with one of your friends instead. seeing him make out with her in the shared booth you had all pitched in for bad made you feel slightly insecure. was there something wrong with you? you had chosen not to dignify that question with a verbal answer but rather with shots of tequila, and that had been 4 shots ago.
your head was spinning, and you felt so so warm in the club. in this moment you found yourself thinking of one thing only, miguel. you hated yourself for it. and when a mysterious double shot of vodka had appeared in front of you, the bartender saying some guy had payed for them with you, you downed them no question. the burn in your throat quieting the burn in your mind. but only temporarily. you can’t stop thinking about him. his curly brown hair, his plump lips, his cut nose, his eyes, and those glasses he wears. you find yourself missing him in this moment, yearning for him to make you feel better. you’re ready to go home.
you push yourself away from the bar counter, and the push sends you reeling backwards and onto your ass with an “oof!”. with the strobe lights, loud music, and moving bodies, you were nothing in the sea of movement and stimulation on the floor. you figure the floor is your best option at regaining some sense of orientation, so you pull your phone out and order yourself an uber home to the best of your ability. through your hazy vision, you open your messages, scrolling through your contacts until you find the one you’re looking for, under the name ‘four eyes’. without thinking, your thumbs start moving, and you’re pressing send periodically.
you figure you’re done, and you brace yourself to get up and navigate through the sea of bodies ahead of the exit.
in his dorm at his desk, miguel sat quietly studying for his upcoming molecular biology quiz, when his phone starts to buzz.
my love <3
1:22 am. — r y awsje
1:22 am. — awake
1:22 am. — my roon in 15
1:23 am. — pls
miguel looks at his phone, trying to decipher whatever gibberish you had been typing. he figures you mean to meet him at your dorm, a little escape between you two at this time of night wasn’t unusual, but never initiated like this. miguel bookmarks his page in his textbook before closing it, grabbing some water and ibuprofen with him before he makes his way to your dorm.
when he arrives, he sees you on the floor leaning against your door, barely awake. you perk up however at miguel’s footsteps, your eyes fluttering open and a small smile plastering across your face. “miguellll,” you exclaim, throwing your hands towards him. “dunno my room code. piggy back me!” you giggle, rather loudly at that. miguel smiles a bit, walking over briskly to shush you. “okay baby, but you gotta be quiet, yeah?” he smiles, taking you in so.. free. happy.
a smile graces your lips, eyes hazy and blinking, hair messy and unkept like the clothes you wore, but to miguel you were as beautiful as ever, even at your most unguarded. he watches you with a smile, knowing this will be the last time for a good while he’s going to see you like this. he kneels, placing an arm at your back, scooping under you arms, the other arm at the back of your knees. with a swiftness, he steps back up with you in his harms with no sweat, and as drunk as you are damn do you find it hot. your face burries itself in miguel’s pectoral, covered by his soft grey sweater.
you breathe him in quietly as your head the buttons to your room door beep and your handle twist somewhere distant. all you can think about is miguel. as drunk as you were, your eyes would always find the time to focus on him. the way butterflies erupted in your stomach as you saw him walk towards you in his plaid pyjama pants and his loose sweater, glasses atop his head. he looked tired as ever, probably busy studying quantum mechanics or something. yet, here you were in his string arms. miguel, miguel, miguel. you look up at him as he walks you to your bed, and you catch a look at his resting face. he naw tense and sharp, lips pursed, brows bushy and furrowed, his brown eyes sharp and attentive. you’ve never seen him like this. you like seeing him like this. your hand creeps up to his jaw, tracing the muscle and vein, in brief brushes as miguel finally sets you down on your bed.
you’re sat with your back parallel to the wall the length of your bed sits along, head leaning back and reeling in the coolness of the painted wall.
“you enjoy yourself back there?” he teases, smiling softly at you, beginning to undo your necklace clasp. you smile sheepishly, feeling warm and embarrassed you let yourself get caught staring and touching him like that. “s’okay. you know i love it when you touch me.”
and there it is. the sharpness and the bite in miguel that you’re not used to seeing, the miguel who makes your stomach burn with a look, makes your chest pound by saying things like ‘i love it when you touch me.’ he’s long gone from your neck, his nimble fingers at your wrists, unclamping your bracelets and slipping off your rings, placing an occasional kiss on your knuckles. and you sit in silence as he takes care of you, stripping you ever so slightly more bare than you were before, not just physically.
you watch and see the attentiveness in his moved, how he’s careful with you. he moves to take your shoes off next, kneeling as he does so. the begins to unbuckle one strap of your heel, focus built in his face as he does so. he pulls your shoe off, massages your foot, up to your ankle, up to your calf, stopping right as the burning you feel on your skin begins to pick up. you break the comfortable silence with the whisper of his name from your lips.
“yes, my love?” he hums, rubbing soft circles in your calves.
“you’re so good to me. make me really happy,” you murmur.
“yeah? you make me happy too.”
“not just that,” you begin, perking up a bit from your slumped posture. “you’re really smart. makes you really attractive.”
he keeps rubbing soft circles into your supple skin, but this time he’s looking up at you, a slight redness to his cheeks. adorable.
“you’re big n’strong too. carryin’ me like that to my bed,” you giggle. you lean forward, your face a few inches closer to miguel’s. “made my pussy fuckin’ wet,” you whisper at him, leaning back against the wall to watch him, a stunned look on his face. “my other shoes not gonna take itself off.”
miguel doesn’t let your comment phase him, at least beyond the physical sense, as he moves to take your other shoe off. and he repeats. unbuckle, massage, foot, ankle, calf, thigh- thigh? you watch miguel quietly, his hands rubbing and kneading into the meat of your lower thigh. higher and higher his hands creep, until they’re sitting right below the rolled-up hem of your dress. miguel looks up at you, waiting for a sign, an order. wordlessly, you let your legs spread apart.
miguel takes heed of your cue, and his hands gently trail up your thigh and split at its junction, each of his large hands latched onto your hips. he abruptly pulls you forward, and you let out a small squeak. miguel pays you no mind, his eyes on the prize present between your legs. he burries his strong nose into your clothed vagina, rubbing at your clit a bit and he inhales, moaning at the smell. your stomach tightens a bit and you feel both embarrassed and aroused at his display.
“smell as good as you taste.”
you bite your lip and snake your hand up to the thick head of hair in between your legs, pushing him closer to your panty covered wetness. “quit teasin’ me, you breathe out, miguel’s strong nose prodding at your clit. at your expression he moves to lick a stripe up your pussy, licking up the taste of you from your soaked underwear. you let out a soft exhale, feeling sated at the kitten licks miguel gives you. he trails up your clothed wetness once more, and moves the gusset of your panty to the side, exposing you to him.
ever anxious, you hold in a breath, ready and waiting for miguel. after a beat he finally places his mouth on you, delving between your folds and training up between them to reach your clit, which he sucks into his mouth hard. you can’t help but let out a moan, praising him for his work. “f-feels so good, migs. keep goin’ for me.”
and he does, licking and sucking and thrusting up into you until you’re writhing writhin his grasp and you find yourself on the cusp of your orgasm. that is until he pulls away. he’s sat on his haunches, mouth wet and face flushed, lust heavy in his eyes at he looks at you.
“please, mistress, can i make you feel good?”
you lean forward and grab him by his sweater collar, pulling him up to your bed, his face inches from yours. your lips ghost his as you whisper, “you always make me feel good.” you pull him in for a kiss, your lips hot and heavy against miguel’s, swirling your tongues between each others. when you feel void of breath, you break up the kiss, taking a moment to look at miguel until you push him back against the bed, throwing your leg over his hips so that you were straddling him.
“wanna know something else?” you begin, leaning your head down to kiss his cheek. “you always make me cum. with that big dick of yours.” you grind your hips against his, feeling him throb against your pussy even through his sweats. “you always make me cum, even make me wet the bed and squirt. no other man has done that to me.” you continue kissing and suckung his neck, being sure to leave the unmistakable mark of hickeys down his jugular.
miguel moans, his arms tensing and hips jerking up at the sensation and you giggle a bit. “want you to fuck me and make me cum with that dick of yours. hard.” you leave him with your words as you get off him, stumbling a bit, the remaining alcohol in your blood making itself present. you watch miguel, still laying against your bed and you strip for him. you pull your tight dress up and over your head, shimmying it off you until you’re only in your panties. you wore no bra.
at the sight, miguel gulps and raises off the bed, ridding himself of his pants and sweater in record time, until he’s naked in front of you. you peel your panties off of you, throwing them at miguel’s face as you walk over to him and push him back into the position the two of you were in once more. you’re sat on top of miguel’s hard length, laughing at his eyes peeking through the gusset of your lacy underwear. “bet you like havin’ my panties on your face,” you tease, running your hands up his chest, ghosting his hard nipples. he lets out a sharp inhale and you roll your eyes, grabbing your underwear off of miguel’s face. “open,” you command, and his jaw unhinges without a spare moment. you ball up the lace fabric in your hands and shove it in his mouth, biting your lip at seeing miguel like this.
“you’re so fucking sexy, especially now that you can’t talk.”
you decide you’re done teasing, ready to finally satisfy yourself, and you lift you hips up. “put it in yourself,” you tell miguel, and a muffled sigh comes out of his mouth as he grabs his cock, aligning it with your wetness. miguel’s eyes close and his hips jerk up, his fat tipping pushing through you. miguel grabs your hips, squeezing and his keeps going, pushing the entirety of his length within you. you moan, the stretch burning so good along with the slight rush of liquor running through you. you feel hot and lightheaded, and good. so good. when miguel is fully sheathed in you, you don’t give him a moments rest before you plant your hands on his soft pecks and push your hips up to slam them back down.
miguel let’s out muffled curses, and your breaths become to come out faster and shorter as your hips keeping going up and down. “fuckin’ love this cock. s’all mine. don’t ever wanna share you,” you moan out. miguel’s feet plant into your bed and he matches your thrusts, his hands pulling your hips down as he thrusts up into you, causing you to squeal. he’s hitting you deep and hard and you don’t know how long you can take it like this. in the midst of it all, one of miguel’s hands leave your hips to make its way to your clit, rubbing your swollen bud. your body tenses and shakes, and your feel your orgasm build itself up quickly.
“g-gonna cum,” you moan out, looking at miguel. you already find him looking at you, his face in utter ecstasy. your underwear in his mouth is darkened from his saliva, his forehead covered in a light sheen of sweat, his hair strewn across your sheets. he makes your stomach clench, and you feel yourself shake from your orgasm. miguel doesn’t let up, he’s still fucking you and prodding your clit. he’s determined to make you squirt, just like you told him to.
“oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, i’m- ah!” you babble, your brain beginning to fog. your first orgasm doesn’t even let up when you feel a second one hit you, and a groan leave miguel at you tightening and leaking around him. “h-hurts to good, please don’t stop baby please please please.”
he has you begging, the pleasure feeling too much. he’s still not done yet, his determination to make you squirt keeping him going. he flips you both, so that you’re laying against the bed, with him kneeling above you. you’re in such a deep haze that you don’t even realize until you hear miguel speak. he took your panties out of his mouth.
“gonna soak me? i need it, baby. you can do it, huh?” you hear him in your ear. your legs are over his shoulders and he’s pistoning into you and you just can’t. your head falls to the side when you feel a pressure build in your abdomen and you think you did it. liquid spurts from you, soaking you sheets and miguel’s stomach, and he lets out the deepest groan at the feeling. he’s still fucking you, hard thrusts and skin slapping. you feel light and you don’t know how much more you can take until miguel comes, and your hand weakly pushes at his stomach.
“move your hand, baby.”
you moan, the overstimulation becoming too much, and miguel assures you he’s close, almost there baby, hold on for me, yeah? and you do, you hold on even though you feel like his dick is in your throat and you’re gonna pass out if he keeps fucking you like this. you swear your prayers are answered when his thrusts slow, his moaning becoming erratic and loud.
“fuck baby, m’cumming. so good for me, mommy, so fuckin’ good.”
his warm seed fills you up and his thrust still, your back arches at the feeling and a small stream of liquid gushes from you again with a heavy moan. “fuck baby, you still squirting f’me” miguel groans. he pulls out of you slowly, the feeling causing you to shake a bit. when he’s finally removed from yoh, you close your eyes, feeling a kiss to your forehead and sleep pulling a cover over you.
the next morning, you wake up with a blistering headache and a soreness to your body that just pisses you off, more than the sun peeking through your blinds. you groan as you get up, your sheets falling off of you and you see you’re in a grey sweater. huh.
you turn to your bedside table and see that it’s 10:37 am, with a glass of water and two white pills next to it. you reach for them when you hear your room door open, and none other than miguel o’hara enters your room. he greets you with a smile and you scowl at him, noticing the bag of fast food in his hands.
“brought breakfast for you. thought you would, um, be hungry.” he says. you look at him, the scowl leaving your face, and you feel the itchings of a smile poking at your face. if miguel notices, he doesn’t say anything, but he drops the fast food bag on your bed and kisses your forehead, before he disappears off into your bathroom somewhere.
you fucking can’t stand him.
#miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara drabble#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara x you#miguel atsv smut#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara fanfiction#miguel o’hara x y/n#sub miguel o'hara#<nerd!miguel3#you’ve got mail 💌
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Can we see more of you in that black dress?
oh sure 🩷🤭
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Can you do how's Ten in bed? If it's not a hassle, Xiaojun and Hendery too? 👉🏼👈🏼
How Ten is in bed
minors do not interact!
-ugh ten😮💨
-he’s such an amazing dancer which makes me think he would be AMAZING in bed
-he has such a natural swag and fluidness to him that would definitely translate to the bedroom
-i think he would be very good as adapting to your wants and needs
-if you’re feeling like a little brat, he’s willing to slap you around and put you in your place
-he would bend you over the bed and pound you until sunrise
-if you’re feeling vulnerable he can be romantic and make love to you
-he would whisper the most gentle and sweet things in your ear
-he wouldn’t skimp out on caressing all over your body either
-hell, maybe ten is the one who is being a brat today
-then he would absolutely take whatever punishments you’re ready to dish out
-he transforms through sex and uses it to release his emotions
-but it’s also just really fun for him
-i could see him really taking his time when it comes to oral
-he would live for all of the little moans that tumble out of your mouth
-sometimes he likes to wake you up in the morning by eating you out (with prior consent of course)
-something about the sun peeking into the window and the quiet atmosphere of the morning just makes him want to feel you
-he needs to have eye contact with you while you’re having sex
-he loves go study your faces and see what turns you on the most
-he’s not shy when it comes to being vocal too
-will say the nastiest things imaginable and will moan even louder than you sometimes
-i think he would love shower sex, or just sec in unconventional ish places
-the spontaneity drives him crazy
- he is someone that can go for roundssss
-by the time you guys are done for good you’re both too spent to even clean up
-you only have the energy to wrap your limbs around each other and peacefully fall asleep <3
#ten lee#ten hard hours#ten hard thoughts#wayv imagines#wayv hard hours#wayv ten#wayv smut#wayv x reader#wayv x y/n#ten x reader#ten smut#ten lee smut#nct smut#nct imagines#nct ten#you’ve got mail 💌
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Lottie after following Fury around for a day. 🤣🤣
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Bucky would be livid, Sugar would low-key find it hilarious!
Potty Mouth
Lottie would decide one day that she will follow Fury around just for fun. At the beginning of the day Fury does his best to not curse in front of her but at some point some dumb agent makes a really stupid mistake and he just says it. It just slips out.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Yeah, the fuck is wong with you?" Lottie is looking up at the agent, hands on her hip and a scowl on her face.
Fury sighs and dismisses the agent.
"You can't say that word."
"Is kay. I says bitch." Lottie shrugs and goes to sit at her self appointed desk which was really just the coffee table in his office. Fury shakes his head and goes to his own desk to get more work done.
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"Oh fuck."
The conversation you and Bucky were having stops immediately. Both of you make your way to the living room where Lottie had spilled some water on herself and the floor. She looks up as you both walk in and gives you a sheepish smile in hopes of not getting in trouble for the mess.
"What did you say, doll?"
"I says 'oh fuck.'"
"Where did you learn that?" You struggle to not laugh.
"Fuw-e says it too. An says muthafucka a wot."
Bucky takes a deep calming breath and lets his shoulders slump. This wouldn't be the first or last conversation he would have to have with Charlotte about her potty mouth. Two things will always stand true with Charlotte, she's sweet as can be and she curses like a sailor.
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Sometimes when I look at Price my brain slips and thinks spicy peanut instead of salty peanut, but it's honestly amazing how well they both work.
HA that works too!
Had to consult with Price to see what he thinks of it all:
dialogue courtesy of @deadbranch
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homestuck is longer than the bible
this is absolutely crazy information to me. i almost couldn’t believe that i just HAD to look it up and wow
THERE’S ACTUALLY NO WAY???? LIKE IM CHRISTIAN AND STILL HAVEN’T MADE IT THROUGH TWO FULL BOOKS IN THE BIBLE YET. THIS IS INSANE
#i’m going nuts at this#THESE are the asks i’m looking for#and the games and the friend stuff but THIS TOO#THANK YOU ANON#anon#you’ve got mail 💌#homestuck#Christian#Christianity
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Breeding kink with 40s Bucky sounds 👌 chefs kiss
I’m damn sure that man wanted a big family lmao
summary || you bid Bucky a farewell
warnings || SMUT — 18+ only . MINORS DNI
JOIN MY SLEEPOVER!!
this kinda became emotional
Bucky couldn’t get enough of this moment. He wanted to keep this memory close to his heart and never ever let go. He wished he could take a picture of you right now; you were so happy and blissed out and all his.
He laid little kisses on your cheeks and nose and forehead and you smiled bashfully beneath him. Soft pants were spilling out of your open mouth and he wanted to memorise the sound of your little moans as he made love to you.
“You look so beautiful.” He whispered in your ear. “Oh Bucky!” You whimpered as he thrusted in just right. Your hands were wrapped around his shoulders and your nails were leaving behind marks that he would relish later.
His chest tightened up when you chanted his name like a prayer. There was this possessive side of him that was screaming to make you completely his. He was going to terribly miss you when he went away, and he wanted leave a behind a sign of his love.
“You’d look even prettier all plump with my baby.” The words slipped out of his mouth before even he could comprehend them. Your eyes flew wide open at his words, but the way you clenched around him, he knew you liked the thought just as much as him.
“You’d take care of our baby while I fight this war, wouldn’t you?” You nodded as tears accumulated in your eyes. “I can’t wait to get you all full of me. Everyone would know you belong to me. Only me. And you wouldn’t ever forget me then.”
You reverently touched Bucky’s soft cheeks as you felt yourself getting close to your peak. “I’d never forget you Bucky. I love you.” He pressed his forehead to yours as waves of pleasure washed over both of you. “I love you too.” He groaned out.
“I’m marrying you the instant I come back.” He excitedly declared as he laid besides you. You hummed happily and rested your head over his chest. “We are gonna have such a happy family.” He said as he dreamily looked at you.
“Promise me you’ll come back.” You were so afraid for Bucky, a war never meant good for anyone. And as usual, Bucky just chuckled at your question as if nothing in this world was ever going to hurt either of you and your dreams. “I promise.”
#skye’s sleepover#drabbles#you’ve got mail 💌#bucky barnes#sebastian stan#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#marvel#mcu#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x plus size reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes angst
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No hate intended but I wish you would finish fics before starting new ones 😭 We’ve been waiting over a year to find out how Collateral ends and you keep talking about a sequel but you’re not even writing it.
anon, believe me, i wish i could end things first, too. it would make my life a lot easier if i did not juggle so much at once (i probably have more wip stories than you realize if your only concern is Collateral.)
unfortunately, my brain is incredibly scattered and sometimes i just simply cannot write certain things or cannot write at all, and i try to at least continue to create and post what i can because i don’t want to go silent and be forgotten about while working through my demons. my following is small and it’s easy for me to get left behind on this app. even after a short trip and hardly posting for a handful of days, i get almost no interactions again (though maybe it could be due to a holiday weekend, who really knows.)
i truly don’t mean this in any kind of crass or condescending way, but unless i am paid for my time to really force something, i won’t do it. and this isn’t me telling you to buy my time at all, i just cannot be expected for force anything during the limited free time that i have. sometimes all i can focus on is building playlists and mood boards.
it is absolutely a misunderstanding that I am not writing Collateral. i have tried to write Collateral everyday for several days and nearly every day since the last chapter was posted, but all i really want to focus on is building screencaps for White Lies. like, if you think it’s frustrating not getting an update, imagine how frustrating it is for me to sit down and try to work on something that i genuinely love a lot and not find the words. even with an outline staring me in the face, i can’t seem to get it out. or trying to write that story but my brain only thinks about another.
it is what it is. 💜 and i can’t even say that i am sorry because it feels disingenuous to apologize for who i am.
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Your blog looks delicious, I want to eat it. It's like it tastes like a chocolate cherry pie ! ! !
Us on our chocolate cherry pie date:
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not a request just a thought to share. getting high w joe after a huge win
OMG!! YESS!! You don’t know how loud I screamed when they did,, they needed this win so much and I’m happy they did! I really hope they keep getting better in the next games 🧡
And that’s an idea I can write in the future…
(side note: angry Joe at one point in the game and I’m not gonna lie,,, it was hot 😳)
#joe burrow#joe burrow x reader#dear bunnyboo🏹#ask box#anon ask#asks open#thanks for the ask!#ask to tag#ask#💌#love letters 💌#inbox 💌#asks 💌#💌 asks#love letter 💌#you've got mail 💌#mail 💌#you’ve got mail 💌#💌 anon#bunnies askʚఌ💌#🦦#🦦 anon
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Oh you know I gotta come ask about Frank. 2, 4, and 12.
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
That he really cares about the people around him, even if he tries to hide it. I love that canon made him a total badass on the surface, but hints at (and eventually tells us overtly) that he does have a heart.
From the subtle moments that I’ve mentioned before such as him crying over that kid in Black Ops 1. How Bowman’s brutal death affects him. Sacrificing himself to save Mason.
In Cold War how he takes the time to get to know Bell. His camaraderie with Mason. But also the occasional touches that keep his friend grounded.
And in Black Ops 2 being locked in that storage container watching his men die. The way it breaks him. But even when he’s suffering himself with his own life changing injuries he manages to muster up the strength to take in and be there for David who’s just lost everything.
4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
I feel protective of him he’s been through enough so my impulse is to put him in a nice slide-of-life something or other where he can relax. But I know him. I know Frank. He’ll get bored. 😂
I can’t think of anything specific that I’d like to see him in but I think he’d have fun in a Western. Either that or some kind of supernatural something (obviously right? 😂)
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
Oh boy what headcanons don’t I have for him? All right so in the last chapter of JWIN I had him make some mean sandwiches for him and Mila. I don’t think Frank can cook generally. It’s not his interest and really when would he have had time to perfect the skill.
But I do think that he makes killer pancakes-pancake mix being cheap as hell and pancakes being super filling- he likely got really good at them. good news for anyone who spends the night with him amiright 😉
#you’ve got mail 💌#ask game#Frank woods#black ops#call of duty#CoD black ops#bocw#thank you for the ask Jen!
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chia !!! 1, 2, 7, 12, and 18 for the pc ask game please ♥️
maaaaax!! answers under the cut bc the images are so large send help!!
🌷 send me a photocard ask
1. favorite (overall) photocard
it’s a tie between Joshua’s svt cafe in seoul and his m2u FML lucky draw
2. newest photocard
the weverse/music korea pob <3 I did grab pilot shua recently too
7. photocard with multiple members
12. which idol do you have the most photocards of?
Joshua with his card count at 180 pcs 😭 it’ll grow again next cb!
18. favorite pc concept?
gonna take this chance to mention how much I love traditional hanbok concepts too.
#reminds me to take pics of the recent shu-haul#I’d put in the yzy pcs bc I joined some go’s but they haven’t arrived yet </3#you’ve got mail 💌
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Chubbiness is cute!
so true bestie!!!
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Okay I iust saw the Taeyong and Yuta threesome but I wanna know something...Who in 127 do you think would say no to having a threesome? Sone of them are possessive af. Like I can see one of them (probably Yuta with his triple scorpio ass) "I gotta share lines and a check with them and you want me to share you with them? No fucking way" then would proceed to fuck you just to remind you that you need no one else and he is the only one that makes you feel good. Sorry this was long af.
OOH THIS IS GOOD HEHEHE😈
no way in hell yuta is doing a threesome with his members BUT why do i lowkey feel like he would have a slight fantasy of watching you get fucked? like he’s so possessive of you that he almost wants to show off how good you are. “if you make her cum mark maybe just maybe i’ll let you stay for the encore performance, huh?”
but back to the list
no threesome squad 🚫
johnny- “why fix what’s not broken baby? need me to remind you just how good i am? i can arrange that right now actually, bend over real quick”
yuta?- see paragraph 1
kun- “a threesome?! i’m a grown man, i don’t need help making you feel good. hell, half the time we can’t even get through sex without you begging ‘daddy it’s too much’”
doyoung- “nope! absolutely not. no chance. i can’t believe you even asked me something like that. go to the bedroom, now.”
xiaojun- “a what?? don’t i satisfy you enough? why would we need to add another person when i’m more than enough? do i need to teach you a lesson, baby?
renjun- “get outta here with that, who put you up to this? haechan? mark???”
#nct 127#nct 127 hard hours#nct 127 hard thoughts#nct imagines#nct 127 smut#nct smut#nct x reader#nct#wayv hard thoughts#kun hard hours#kun smut#renjun#nct dream hard hours#xiaojun headcanons#johnny suh smut#johnny suh scenarios#nct dream imagines#wayv imagines#np chat👑🫖#you’ve got mail 💌#doyoung smut#doyoung scenarios#doyoung x y/n
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Val! Heya love.
So, for your birthday ask game. I was gonna choose a trope from the office relationship, but it got out of hand when I liked more than 5🥹.
Can we please have something for Steve and Reader, where at SHIELD they’re incredibly close and have feelings for each other?
Lots of sticky notes on laptops, doodles on briefs, texts to one another under the table about coworkers, fixing ties and hair, and maybe sporadic texts about something to do with“work/meetings” when they really just want an excuse to talk to the other?
Sab, darling!!!
A/N: I loved this request so I hope you like what I wrote for it. Also send in all the other request I promise I don’t mind!!
Between sticky notes, meeting rooms and elevators.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warning: pining and fluff, some America puns (I’m so sorry they’re only like two but I couldn’t help myself)
You were late and your boss hated when you were late. It didn’t help that when you finally got to the briefing all eyes were on you when you got to the only available seat.
“Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Ms. Y/L/N. Now we can finally get started.” Your boss announces.
You take a deep breath as you look up to find Steve sitting right across from you. He raised an eyebrow at you and shook his head in mock disappointment. You rolled your eyes and smiled before your eyes landed on the disposable coffee cup in front of you. There was a little smiley face with your name on it in Steve’s handwriting. You mouth a thank you and he winks at you before turning his attention to the front of the room. Those pesky little butterflies that made your stomach their home since the day you met Steve took flight again.
~~~~~~~
“Hey Y/N,” Steve calls out to you as soon as the meeting is over. The sea of people in the hallway parts for him. “So how was your morning?” He smiles, the mischief behind his eyes lets you know he’s just joking.
“It was wonderful. My alarm didn’t go off, traffic was horrible and I had this meeting right at the beginning of the day with the most annoying of my boss.”
You hear someone clear their throat behind you. Steve is already holding his laughter as you turn around with a horrified look on your face. Your boss glares at you for a moment.
“Don’t let your tardiness become a habit Ms. Y/L/N.” he states before walking away.
Steve just gives a long whew as he watches your boss walk away. You cover your face behind the files you’re holding before Steve pulls them away in order to hold them for you.
“Did you know he was standing behind me?” You look up at him with a pout.
“Absolutely not. I would never let you embarrass yourself like that even though it was entertaining.”
You just glare up at him, mostly playfully. He laughs as you both get on the elevator. As others get on you’re pushed back more until you end up back to chest with Steve. His free arm comes up and around your waist to keep you up right. You hope he can’t hear your heart beating faster the longer you stand that close to him.
Once you are on your floor you get out while Steve stays on the elevator. Neither of you would really look at each other so you couldn’t see the pink tint on his cheeks and the sheepish smile that played on his lips.
“I’ll-uh I’ll send those reports to you as soon as I can.” You say.
“I’ll be waiting for them.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, see you later.” He says and then the doors close.
*****
Just as you said the reports were ready for Steve. With a pep in your step you go up to his office to drop them off even though there is someone that can do that for you. You frown when you get to your destination as you see that the lights are off. Grabbing a post-it you always carry with you and a pen you write a quick note and leave the file in his drop box.
A few minutes later you get a text.
Steve: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Attached to his text was a picture of the sticky note. It was a drawing of a stick figure saluting and it says. ‘I know you ameriCAN do it.’
Y/N: You’re welcome. ☺️☺️
Y/N: let me know you make it back safe!
Steve: Always do. 😉
You smile at your phone before putting it away and working on the next set of reports.
~~~~~~
Steve: This guy’s voice is so monotonous that he's making himself fall asleep.
You try to hide your laugh behind a cough while Steve has the nerve to send you a message shushing you.
Y/N: not fair! Don’t make me laugh like that.
Steve: 🤷🏼 it’s true though… don’t look now but I think Linda from accounting is asleep with her eyes open.
You slowly look over and you watch as one of her coworkers nudges her. She starts slightly and then sinks into her chair further.
Y/N: 💀💀 oh maybe you should recruit him for the avengers. He could just give this speech to any bad guy and they’ll turn themselves in just to avoid hearing him anymore.
It was Steve’s turn to huff a laugh and try to cover it by clearing his throat. You were seated in different sections because of your jobs but still managed to be in each other's line of sight. Every time you looked over he would pretend to be nodding off, you shook your head every time before looking away.
****
“I thought that guy would never stop talking.” You say as you meet Steve in the hallway.
“Yeah, that was painful.”
“Oh, here are those analyses you requested.” You hand him a few folders. “Everything is arranged from what I thought would need priority down to low grade issues.”
“Thanks. Here are my completed reports.” He hands you a folder. “Everything is signed, all it needs is your review and it can be filed.”
“Thanks. I guess I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah, see you later.” He smiles at you. That boyish grin that makes your knees weak.
When you get to your desk and open the first folder you laugh. Paperclipped to the first report was a doodle of the speaker from earlier except Steve has made him look like a sloth. You take the doodle out of the folder and place it in the small box you keep all of the doodles Steve gives you.
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“Hello?”
“Hey Steve,” you say as you look over some information that he needed. “I have that report you requested but you aren’t in your office.”
“Oh yeah, I was called back to New York for a mission with the avengers.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No,” he shakes his head even though you can’t see him. “You’re never an interruption. Is everything ok?”
“Yeah I just wanted to know what you wanted me to do with the report , you know, since you’re not here.”
There was a protocol in place for this occasion. You knew that and so did Steve. Still neither of you could wipe those dopey grins on your faces as you spoke to each other.
“Why don’t you hold on to them and I’ll get them once I get back?”
“That works.” There’s a small silence before you break it. “Well I’ll leave you to it. Please-“
“I don’t have to hang up yet. I mean if you have time, we can talk.”
“I’d like that.”
“Have I missed anything in the office since I left?” He asks as he sits back in his bed at the tower.
“You mean in the three hours since you left?”
“Yup.”
“Of course you did. Now you didn’t hear it from me, but rumor is that Linda from accounting is having an affair.”
“No!”
“Yes. And you’ll never guess with who?”
“Who?” Steve asks excitedly.
“Sloth man.”
“There’s no way.”
“It’s only what I’ve heard, it hasn’t been confirmed.”
“I wonder what she sees in him.”
“A good night's sleep.” You murmur.
Steve throws his head back and laughs. Once he calms down he starts giving you theories about the supposed rumor. Then the conversation turns into other topics. Before you know it you’ve been on the phone for at least two hours when he needs to leave.
“Please be safe.”
“I will. See you in a day or so.” Steve says before hanging up.
~~~~~~~~~
The day had dragged on. Maybe it was because you didn’t have much work for the day. But you had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with a certain blond haired, blue-eyed super soldier not being around.
It wasn’t until late in the evening and you were working extra hours that you received a very long overdue break. There’s a little knock at the end of your desk. You push yourself a little bit to turn your chair around. Words die on your tongue when you see a bruised up Steve standing there.
“Oh my god what happened?” You raise your hand to lightly touch a bruise on his cheek.
He wraps his fingers around your wrist and you immediately realize how inappropriate it is. When you go to pull your hand away he doesn’t let you. His thumb is drawing a lazy circle on your wrist as he brings both your hands down.
“Just some bad guys. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Why are you still here?”
“I think my boss is still mad that I called him annoying and I’m stuck doing more paperwork.” You shrug your shoulders.
“Well I hope you haven’t had dinner yet.”
“Nope.”
“Good.” He smiles at you and then pulls a bag from behind his back. “Because I brought your favorite.”
“My hero.” You beam before turning and clearing a spot on your desk. Steve places the bag down and pulls a chair from an empty desk and sits down with a bit of a grunt. “So spill it.” You motion to him.
“Just a mission.”
“I need a play by play. Come on please. I read all of your reports, they’re basically a book at this point and I need the next chapter.”
He huffed a laugh. “Fine. But it’s rather boring.”
“You could never bore me.”
“Could I get that in writing? I’d like to have proof for Tony.”
“Sure, I’ll even have it notarized.”
He laughs again and shakes his head. Then he starts talking about the mission. You could sit there listening to Steve talk about anything. After he finished that story you moved on to other topics, work now long forgotten.
~~~~~~~
As much as you hated it, Shield was requiring a certain number of their employees from each department to attend a gala. Because your boss still had it out for you, you were selected to attend.
You were fiddling with the necklace you’d paired with your dress as you walked through the already crowded venue. Someone grabs you by your forearm and pulls you into an empty hallway while you try to throw a punch.
“Woah calm down, it’s just me.” Steve said as he let go of you.
“Why would you grab me like that?”
“I’m sorry I just didn’t want anyone to realize I was here. Please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad, it’s just I thought I was being kidnapped.” You frown a bit.
“I’d never let that happen.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks, you knew he meant it as a friend but sometimes you wish it was more than that.
“Is everything ok?”
“Honestly, I’m kind of nervous.”
“You are nervous? Why?” You ask incredulously.
“This function is for World War Two vets. I don’t know it’s not the same as if I was dealing with someone that didn’t fight in it. They ask questions and I can play it down a bit but with the vets… It makes me feel exposed.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I have to give a speech. If I find you a seat closer to the stage would you take it?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you .”
“Don’t mention it.”
His large hand takes yours and he pulls you down the hall with the intention of leading you to the seat he mentioned. You tug on his hand so that he stops and turns to you. Pulling him a bit closer you reach up and fix the bow tie. Then your hands instinctively run across his shoulders and down his chest in order to smooth out his tux. He smiles at you then. His eyes light up when he sees you return it. The moment is far too intimate for two friends to be sharing but it feels right nonetheless.
Steve graciously walks you to an open seat and heads to the stage. Just like you knew it would, the speech was a success. Still every once in a while he’d look down at you and you’d return an encouraging smile.
****
“May I have this dance?” Steve had his hand stretched out in front of you.
“Why yes you may.”
You place your smaller hand in his and he leads you to the dance floor. Steve places one hand on your waist and the other takes your hand. As a slow song starts playing he begins to lead, the scent of his cologne is intoxicating in the best ways.
“I thought you didn’t dance.”
“Only with the right partner. Besides, Sam bet that I wouldn’t dance with the most beautiful woman here. I had to prove him wrong.” He says just as he turns both of you and Sam comes into your line of sight, raising a glass of champagne and smiling.
“Steve…”
“You don’t have to say anything. I just thought it was time I told you how I really felt. It’s ok if you don’t feel the same but I learned my lesson the hard way.” He spins you around and pulls you back in. “I like you as more than just friends. Seeing you makes my day, I can literally be having the worst day and you make it better. If it weren’t for you working at Shield would have been a nightmare. You saw me for more than just Captain America and I don’t think you realize what that means to me. It’s never bothered you to have to do things differently or having to spend time teaching me something because I just don’t know about all of the new technology. Most importantly you don’t mock me for it, you accept me as I am. And I’m so grateful you’re in my life.”
Steve dips you and as he pulls you back up all you can do is stare up at him with wide eyes. He smiles fondly at you as he takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles.
“I have to go on a mission. But would you be willing to talk about this some more when I get back?”
You just nod, all words had escaped you at the moment. How were you supposed to respond? You adored Steve but never in a million years did you think it was reciprocated. Steve leans down and kisses your cheek before walking towards Sam. Then you watch as they both walk out. By the time you leave the gala you’re still reeling and trying to figure out how to respond.
~~~~~~~~~
Steve didn’t get back until Tuesday. It had been four days since the gala and since he told you how he felt. He was supposed to be back today. You knew for a fact he was because some of the people on your team had mentioned seeing him. Without being able to take much more you rush to the elevator and press the button for his floor.
Everyone around you rushes out but you are glued to your spot. Standing at the doors is Steve, looking as handsome as ever. His eyes light up when he sees you even though there’s a really bad bruise on his cheek and it’s obvious the mission was worse than expected. Still he steps into the elevator and no one dares walk in, leaving the two of you alone. The elevator starts to ascend but Steve pushes the stop button.
“Hi.” You manage to squeak out.
“Hi, I am free tonight by the way.”
“Oh, good.” You say as you try to hide your smile.
“But another America joke really?” He holds up the post-it note you had placed inside a folder for him to find.
It simply reads: on a scale of one to America, how free are you tonight? With a few stars drawn around it.
“You are Captain America, I have to use that to my advantage.” You giggle at his fake huff of annoyance. “Since you’re a superhero does that mean you’re super free tonight?”
Steve genuinely laughs this time before he turns to you. He finds that you’re already looking up at him with a soft smile.
“You’re lucky you’re so cute.”
“Oh so you think I’m cute.”
“Yup.” He takes a step towards you, forcing you against the wall. His hands rest on the small handrail, effectively caging you in.
“How cute would I have to be to get you to kiss me?”
“I think you’re there already.” Steve says before his lips are on yours.
It was better than what you had imagined. His lips were soft, the kiss was sweet. Unfortunately it was short lived.
“If you two are done holding up the elevator, I’d really appreciate seeing Captain Rogers in my office. Now.” Director Fury’s voice came through the speaker and you pulled away quickly.
You giggled at the fact that you had been caught. The butterflies in your belly were in full flight as Steve smiled at you. When the elevator came to a stop he pressed a kiss to your cheek and stepped out.
“I’ll see you tonight.” You smile at him as the doors close. A few seconds later you get a text.
Steve: It's a date. 😉
#you’ve got mail 💌#val answers#val’s birthday celebration#val’s 1000 follower celebration#steve rogers one shot#steve rogers fanfic#Steve Rogers x reader#steve rogers imagines#steve rogers x you#steve rogers x fem!reader#steve rogers x y/n#captain america x reader#captain america#sab 🐉
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Frank is very distracting and I blame you
He is, isn't he? Don't ever tell him that, though. And if he ever found out, well... he'd definitely like the idea that he was in your head all day. 😏
#you’ve got mail 💌#thanks for the ask Jen#glad to know the Frank brainrot has a hold of you too#it's my mission#hrmmm I could make a fic out of this#frank woods#black ops#call of duty
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