#and how his expression and demeanor change yesss

[fishslappping]

aaaah the scenes with Louis and Claudia talking telepathically in front of Lestat are soooo manically and painfully delicious after seeing that interview mentioning how Lestat can hear them

[aventurineswife]

Part 2 of the last highschool au!Aventurine but make it the famous prom confession from Aventurine after trying to flirt with oblivious reader for months 🗣️ Especially when it's their final prom before graduating

“Can I have this dance?” | Part 2

Summary: On prom night, after months of subtle flirting, Aventurine finally gathers the courage to confess his feelings to you, realizing he’s been falling for you all along. Amid the soft glow of the dance floor, he admits his affection, and you finally understand the meaning behind all his teasing smiles and kind words.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, High School AU, Photography, Fluff, Slow Burn, Prom, Confession, Happy Ending.

A/N: YESSS OMGGG!!! 🤭🤭💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶

(Part 1)

The weeks flew by in a blur of exams, yearbook deadlines, and laughter shared in fleeting glances across crowded hallways. Somehow, in that whirlwind of senior year, Aventurine found himself gravitating toward you, camera in hand, searching the halls for that familiar smile that had changed something in him.

But if he was honest, his task had shifted entirely. It wasn’t just about “Moments of Joy” anymore—it was about catching you in them. And in those quiet moments, camera in hand, he’d tried everything to catch your attention beyond a quick hello or a compliment here and there, but you seemed blissfully unaware of his growing affections. Every subtle remark, every teasing smile, fell on oblivious ears, and it drove him to the edge of exasperation.

It was at the final prom of the year, under the soft glow of string lights and drifting confetti, that Aventurine decided enough was enough. The night was buzzing with the energy of finality—the last dance, the last night they’d all share as students. He’d tried to keep his usual calm demeanor, but his heart wouldn’t listen. Tonight, he’d do what he’d never done before—lay his cards on the table.

He spotted you near the edge of the dance floor, laughing with your friends, your attire catching the light with every turn, your smile as dazzling as ever. His heart sped up at the sight, but he squared his shoulders and strode over, his mind set.

"Hey, can I have this dance?" he asked, voice low, barely hiding the nervous edge beneath his confident tone.

You blinked in surprise but nodded, smiling as you took his hand. “Of course, I didn’t know you danced.”

He smirked, pulling you gently toward the floor. “I don’t. Not really. But I’d make an exception tonight.”

You both swayed together to the slow rhythm, the room fading around you, as if the two of you were the only ones there. He took a deep breath, finally ready to say what he’d been holding back all this time.

“I’ve been trying to tell you something for a while,” he began, searching for the right words. “But I don’t think you’ve quite noticed.”

You looked up at him, confused but curious. “Tell me what?”

Aventurine’s hand on your waist tightened slightly, steadying himself as he met your eyes, every practiced line he’d rehearsed over and over vanishing in the moment. “I think I… I like you. More than I’ve ever liked anyone.”

The realization dawned in your eyes, your expression softening as a hint of pink dusted your cheeks. “Wait… that’s what all those random compliments and photos were for?”

He chuckled, a little embarrassed. “Yes. Apparently, I’m not very good at this,” he admitted, laughing softly. “I was hoping you’d notice, but it seems I underestimated how… unaware you could be.”

You laughed, a sweet, gentle sound that made his heart swell. “I thought you were just being friendly, but now it all makes sense.”

There was a pause as you looked at each other, and he felt a warmth, a quiet acceptance, radiating from your gaze. The music faded in the background as he leaned a little closer, his heart pounding with both fear and excitement. “So… would you consider giving me a shot?”

You smiled, stepping a little closer, and he saw a spark of mischief in your eyes. “Only if you promise to take at least one photo with me for the yearbook.”

His confidence returned in full as he laughed, pulling you closer. “Done. But only if I get to keep a copy.”

With that, he gently brushed his lips against your cheek, sealing the promise of something new between you, something that he hadn’t anticipated—but was ready to risk everything for.

[eternalstann]

It Was The Plant

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Smut, (Sex Pollen so kind of dubcon??)

Summary: You and Peter run into some trouble on a mission when trapped in a laboratory with an alien plant 👀

“Hey Y/N can I ask you something?” Peter chirped from beside you. You gave him an exasperated look with your finger pressed to your lips, “We’re not supposed to be talking” you remind him. “I know but it’s just been on my mind for a long a time and...” You cut him off, “What Parker?”. You can’t lie you’re a little bit curious what he’s going to ask.

“How do you manage to never break a nail on any missions? Like they’re so long” he inquires, grabbing your hand to admire your acrylics. You yank your hand back, but use way more force then you should’ve and your elbow collides with a glass case behind you. You and Peter both jump into action, but aren’t quick enough and the glass shatters onto the floor. Aside from the mess you’ve now made, you’ve probably just alerted your enemy to your positions. Tony cuts in on the radios, “What the hell just happened Underoos?!” He exclaims and Peter fumbles to find the right words. “Nothing Mr. Stark, just a small mishap” he stutters and you roll your eyes.

You zone out from what they’re talking about when you zero in on a lavender colored plant laying on the ground. “So pretty” you murmur to yourself, kneeling down to touch the captivating plant. As you grew closer the aroma it gave off made you hum, it smelled like all your favorite things. But how could that be? You frown as your finger rubs against the smooth surface of the plant when Peter yells - “Y/N DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING”. You jump up, startled, and back away from the shards of glass and the plant.

“Mr. Stark said not to touch anything. They have the bulk of the fight with them and they’re coming to get as soon as they can, and to stay put” he informs you, pulling his mask off and you can’t help but stare are the way his curls sit perfectly on his head. “Okay” you croak, trying to find your footing but suddenly you feel woozy. Your breathing comes quicker and your heart is pounding, what’s wrong with you?

“Y/N, are you alright?” He asks, studying the change in your demeanor. He places his hand on the small of your back, and you jerk away from him - his touch sent a warmth through you that went straight to your core. “Don’t touch me it might be contagious” you try to play it off. You look up at his pretty & concerned face, “you need to sit” he instructs and you oblige without question. You’d do anything he asked right now. “Peter somethings wrong with me” you groan.

Now your whole body is hot - it was that fucking plant! You try to keep your composure, feeling your nipples harden under your suit and a sweat break across your forehead. You inch back against the wall and squeeze your legs together but there was no relieving the pressure that had built between your hips. “Peter oh my god” you cry out. He rushes to your side and you swear you can smell him. “Y/N please tell me what’s wrong? Should I call for help?” He was starting to panic, but all you could focus on was his lips. “Are you hot? I’m so hot” you drawl, unzipping the top of your uniform. Peter touched your face and you moan, he gives you a funny look before speaking. “You’re burning up” he whispers and you nod. “Must have a fever” you mumble.

Everything was out of focus, you did your best to even out your breathing to no avail. “Y/N, Y/N” you could hear Peter’s voice calling out to you. “Yessss?” You cooed, looking up at him for a few seconds before doubling over and groaning. “That’s it I’m calling the others” he announced. “No!” You yell but Peter doesn’t want to hear it. “No Y\N I’m not going to stand here and let you die!” He responds and you would laugh if it weren’t for the swirling in your belly. “I’m not dying- I don’t think” you begin explain. “Don’t laugh okay-“ ~ “Y/N why would I laugh in a situation like this?!” He exclaims, throwing his arms up. “Because I’m horny! Like really fucking horny” you finish and Peter can’t help the blush that rises to his face. “Is this a joke” he ask, taking a step back and looking around. “No Peter, but I wish I was” you lean forward and dig your nails into your thighs trying to focus on anything besides how uncomfortable your soaking panties were becoming.

“The plant!” It dawned on him and you nodded. The laboratory suddenly seemed way too small. You sat up straight, hands rubbing the back of your neck and let out another groan. “It could be hours before the other finish, if we interrupt them it’ll compromise the entire mission” he sighed, looking at you with a pained expression. The sweat on your face and chest, your plump lips and the way your bottom one was tucked between your teeth. He wanted nothing more than to ease your discomfort. “I know, that’s why you can’t call them. I’ll be fine” you reassure, hips rocking into the floor without you even realizing. “Y/N if you need to...uhm, you know; it’s okay.” He spoke softly.

You felt tears well up in your eyes. This whole situation was humiliating, and now to make things better you were crying. “Peter, I can’t” you sob. What your want to do is tell him how bad you need HIM. “Hey, hey please don’t cry” he takes a few tentative steps towards you before saying fuck it and wrapping you up in his arms. You try to remember he’s just comforting you but your mind runs wild at the feel of his solid arms wrapped around you. He sits the rolling chair near a desk, holding you in his lap. “Y/N you have been through so much worse than this. You will get through it, I promise” his thumb strokes your face and you whimper.

“It’s just so embarrassing, you’re my partner- my best friend!” You exclaim and he gives you a gentle smile. “Exactly, you’re my best friend and nothing could ever make me look at you differently or love you any less. And this, it isn’t your fault!” Could he be any more perfect??

He twists you so you’re straddling his lap, “Just breathe” he instructs and you try your best. You just can’t calm yourself like this. Chest pounding, and your thighs literally shaking in effort to keep yourself from rutting up against him. “Peter, thank you but this really isn’t helping” you whine. “What? Oh shit - you’re right I’m sorry.” He blushes again, moving to get up. You’re still seated on his lap, so when his hips rise, it sends a shockwave of pleasure through you like nothing you’d ever felt before. “Fuck!” You squeal, head falling forwards and hands gripping his shoulders. “Y/N...” Peter drawls, hands going to your hips. He scrambles to move before you feel his own growing arousal. “Peter, please no! I need this..I need you” you beg, something finally snapping in you. “We can’t...trust me I want to, but this isn’t the real you talking” he groans as you begin to move your hips in small circles against him. “It is Pete, I swear. I’ve wanted to fuck you for ever” you tell him, tracing your nails down his stomach through the material of his suit.

Mind hazy from pleasure, “Oh my god” he mumbles, using his hands to guide your hips to grind against him. “Yesss” you moan, picking up the pace and savoring the delicious drag of his hard dick beneath you. You dig your nails into his skin as you feel your release wash over you, breathing ragged and finally feeling some satisfaction. “Thank you, thank you...” you repeat to him before kissing him again. “Oh nooo” you cry out feeling the familiar throb return to your pussy. “Shhhh baby I got you” he reassures you.

He lifts you up, pulling down the rest of your suit before ridding himself of his own. “Bend over” his words were followed by his hand pushing your back until your cheek pressed against the cold surface of the desk. His hand moved down the skin of your back, caressing your ass before giving it a hard smack. “This fucking ass, you’re so pretty Y/N” he tells you. You mewl and push back against him, “come on Peter, fuck me baby” you plead and then he’s pushing into you.

You shake your head side to side not believing how good it felt to have him filling you up. “So wet, all for me” his grip on your waist and one hand on your shoulder to pull you back harder onto him. You could feel your slick running down your thighs, tits flush against the table. His pace quickened and he hit something inside of you that had you screaming his name. “Peter! Please make me cum” you moan.

He reaches around to rub your clit, and you’re gone. Toes curling, you cum clenching around his dick still hammering into you. “Shit!” He Cries out before reaching his own peak and shooting his load inside of you.

You both pant and sit down on the floor, covered in sweat. You smile and laugh; you can’t believe that just happened but you can’t lie, you were happy it did.

You look over at him, he looked perfect. Hair a mess, defined chest heaving trying to catch his breathe. You roll your eyes when you feel your want for him come over you again.

“Hey Peter?” You say sweetly and he chuckles, “Don’t worry, we’re not done yet”

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This was my first time writing about sex pollen!! Sex pollen is like my favorite thing to read about, please send me your fave marvel sex pollen fics 😭😭 & I hope y’all liked it 💖

[ichor-and-symbiosis]

Hi, quick question. If a new hero sidekick in training would confess their love for Tomura mid battle would he let them live or kill instantly? For this scenario the sidekick love for Tomura is genuine.

yesss lets seeee

Tomura freezes mid-fight and stares at you from behind Father. You love him? What the hell do you know about him other than what he’s portrayed himself as to you? 

And then he realizes that he’s only shown you the worst of him. The person that thrives off of violence and hatred. Marred with cracks and scars, unkempt hair, aggressive demeanor, all barbed speech and no pity. What the hell is wrong with you, that you fell in love with this? 

He needs to exploit this. Maybe you are just tricking him. The sincerity in your expression gives him pause, and he so desperately wants it to be true. Because he wants to toy with you, you perfectly gullible little hero with a savior complex.

You are caught in his tight hold within seconds. Tomura is lightening fast, and you were simply unprepared for him to get anywhere near you, considering his standoffish nature. But you are about to find out that he has no sense of personal space. He has you locked in a cruel imitation of a lover’s hold, arm wrapped too tightly around your waist and nails digging into your throat with a single finger hovering over your delicate skin.

He removes Father and leers down at you, giving you his classic toothy grin that makes the scars on his lips widen and the grooves around his eyes to stretch. He expects you to recoil in fear and disgust. He wants it to happen, he wants some kind of reaction from you because he rarely ever allows someone to see his face. 

You don’t react the way he anticipates, though. Your plump lips form an o-shape as you let out a cute little gasp, and he hates himself for noticing how nice your eyes are when they widen and search his face as though you are committing it to memory. It stirs something inside him, and it pisses him off. 

Tomura’s grip on your neck tightens. He moves his thumb beneath your chin, tilts your head up, and smashes his mouth against yours. There is nothing romantic about your first kiss. He overwhelms you with the way his tongue searches your mouth and he hungrily nips at your lips, and you can’t move away even if you wanted to. But you don’t - he can feel your hands grip his shirt as you press closer to him, and despite the fact that he wants to absolutely devour you right then and there, self-preservation kicks in.

He pushes your face away by the grip on your throat and sneers at your flushed complexion. You look like a desperate whore, and he tells you as such. Look at you, so needy for a criminal. What kind of hero are you, so willing to sacrifice your body for the sake of some misguided sense of pity for him? 

“It’s pathetic, honestly. You were taught to see the good in people, even those who aren’t fit to join society. Those who don’t even want to. You know what you remind me of?” He moves his hand up your throat to twine with the hair at the nape of your neck, mockingly stroking you as he chuckles darkly. “You’re like a weak animal facing off with a predator. The first sign of danger has you rolling onto your back and appealing to my better nature. Like I’d accept your submission.” 

You shake your head, brows furrowed in sorrow as he completely misinterprets your confession and twists it into something so vile and cruel. You weren’t trying to trick him, you meant every word you said - 

But the hard look in his eyes tells you he is far from ready to accept your confession. You realize that your journey is only just beginning. 

“I love you, Tomura,” you say again, because that is all you can say after such a contrived diatribe. “You can fire back with your bullshit all you want. It doesn’t change how I feel about you, and I’ll prove it.”

He was steadily growing irate as you spoke, but your last comment makes him perk up. You’ll prove it to him? His grip around your waist tightens, and a flash of desire crosses his features. 

“I’m in a good mood now,” he practically purrs, and his voice lowers. “So I’ll give you a choice. Here or in private.” 

You don’t know what he means by that. Well, a part of you catches on to the intent, but you are practically frozen in place from how sudden the events are unfolding. Here might mean he would ravage you in front of your subordinates and make a mockery of you, too intent on sending a message to the heroes to focus on you. In private might mean you will have the chance to uncover his base. In private might mean you will be alone together, and all pretenses will fall away. It will just be you and Tomura, not hero and villain. 

The decision is made. You offer no resistance when he pushes you through a portal. It might look like you followed willingly, or it might look like you were kidnapped. As you fall onto something soft and pliant - he has you on a bed - and Tomura appears shortly after to crawl between your legs and cages you with his wiry arms, you feel like you are prepared for anything. 

Tomura can’t wait to wipe that confident expression off your face. You’re not going anywhere. He will show you what it means to love a villain.

[just-another-haikyuu-blog]

Best friends.. but more💕

Takanobu Aone × fem!reader

Tags: NSFW,, biting,, daddy/princess petnames,, heart break

Tw: drinking, drunk sex,,

Word count: 1800+

Im a wee bit drunk atm if yall find any grammar errors or would like tags or tws I could add message me and let me know. Other than being drunk Im also new to tagging stories so sometimes I don't pay attention 😅

NSFW under the cut♡

It was sometimes rather odd being best friends with Aone. Everyone else in your class and well the whole school seemed to think he's so intimidating. Which is kinda funny considering its based on his height. When in reality hes just a big ol teddy bear.

You were rather glad no one really knew him like you did. Still he wasn't very talkative when you two hung out but you could tell by his body language that he always had a good time. Especially when you two played games together. Who would imagine this very stiff, quiet guy actually gets angry when he loses at video games. It wasnt very noticable until he'd always makes an excuse to go get snacks every time he would lose. You caught him quietly fuming to himself in the kitchen after a couple times. Which turned into many times of sneaking out of his room just to watch him and having your heart race trying to make it back so he wouldn't know that you essentially were stalking him in his own home. It was then you realized maybe your feelings toward him were for more than just friendship. A thought you'd never have expected to have towards your best friend. So you shook it off everytime you felt it a little more not wanting to hurt your relationship.

After graduation things stayed the same mostly. The only real difference was after you two had gotten jobs and places of your own and it was a bit harder to spend time together. So when you two had time to spare you were either at his house or him at your apartment. It was never abnormal for you two to stay the night together. Most of the time you'd drink and play games together. Which really wasnt very often lately because your boyfriend didn't like another guy spensing the night.

It didnt matter how many times you told him that Aone is just your best friend and nothing more. He never believed you. Finally after countless texts and calls of Aone asking to come over you decided to go to his place. You got drunk and vented to him about everything, eventually passing out. Being the sweet guy he is Aone helped you to the couch and covered you up. The very next day you woke up to multiple calls and messages from your boyfriend. It was clear he was pissed but you shrugged it off and stuffed your phone in your pocket. You explained the situation and Aone offered to drive you home. It didnt seem like too big a deal that was until you made it home. Your boyfriend standing next to his car outside your place. Seeing you with Aone made him furious. "I guess Im gonna go sort this out. I'll text you later." you said before exiting the car.

Immediately your boyfriend dragging you up to your apartment. Not even two seconds inside and he berates you with questions. "Were you at his place last night? Is that why you weren't home this morning? Did you fuck him? I cant believe-" you stopped him right there and told him plainly "No. I didn't fuck him. I missed my best friend and I got drunk and passed out. If it werent for that I'd have come home last night." None of it seeming to have any bit of a difference to him. He shook his head with a deep scowl on his face, "We're done." he said and walked out the door. You didnt try to stop him and just let him go.

It took a while for the sadness to hit but when it did you got pretty depressed because you actually really liked the guy. But in the end you werent going to give up your best friend time for some guy no matter how much you liked him.

A couple days after the break up you had went out drinking with your work and got absolutely shitfaced. Thankfully one of your coworkers got your phone. "Dont worry y/n I called a friend to come get you. He should be here any minute." You were barely coherent to what she said and ended up face down in your food crying.

Aone finally showing up, and everyone being in awe of his demeanor towards you. They all drunkenly tell him how good a boyfriend he is. He didnt correct them, just thanked them for calling and said that he'd take care of you. He rubbed your back and leaned down to say "Y/n Im here to take you home. Hop on my back Ill carry you." Your coworkers cheering him on yet again for being so sweet. You being wasted beyond belief got entirely too excited at the idea of a piggy back ride. It took a couple tries but you eventually got on his back.

The walk to his car was kind of cold and your nose was especially suffering. "Aoneee~ my nose its- *hiccup* c-cold." You said right before you snuggled your face into his warm neck. The smell of him almost making you melt. You leaned up into his ear "aoneeeee," you said with such a pouty tone, "A-o-ne Ivee got a seeecret.. I think I might like you.. e-even in high school." You lean back down to nuzzle your face into his neck not noticing how much the tall silent man was blushing. He didn't really say much back and honestly you didn't really notice from how drunk you were.

You hadnt even realized that at some point he had put you in his car. He decided to just take you back to his house since it was closer. You ended up falling asleep blabbering about how hot you were and trying to take off your clothes. Pulling up you were still out of it and thankfully clothed since you were too drunk to get them off. He picked you up and carried you inside up to his bed. Normally you would sleep on the couch but with how things were tonight he'd take the couch.

He laid you down and gathered up a tshirt and some of his sleeping pants, which were way too big. He woke you up enough to have you change clothes and tuck you in. "If you need anything at all Im right on the couch." He stood up to walk to the door. Only to have you grab his hand and pull him down over top of you. "don't go." You said in barely a whisper almost whining. Looking down at you in this way causing his body to react to you like it never has before. Almost making him leave immediately, seeing as how you werent in your right mind, but the way you tugged at him he let you win. He moved over to the other side of you whispering back "okay but once youre asleep im going to the couch."

He laid there looking at you thinking about what you had said when he picked you up and this overwhelming feeling of wanting you filled his mind. You in search of warmth rolled over to cuddle your back against him. Your body kind of going on its own at this point from your drunken and slightly horny state. He had no idea what to do and felt a panic wash over him before you grabbed his arm and wrapped it around you. Feeling the neediness of how his hand held your waist your ass began grinding against him. His hand gripping you tight trying to keep his composure forcing a low moan out of you and the words flowed out of your mouth, "Aone please♡ touch me please." Thats all it took for him to break. You could feel both hands now on your waist pulling you into him grinding his hard cock against your ass. Every thrust and his tightening grip forcing a moan out of you.

The pants he gave you slowing riding down leaving you in just his shirt. He freed a hand to roam over your body and leaned down just barely breathing over your neck before running his tongue along your skin to find the most sensitive spot. You gasped at how good it felt. A little further he thought, just a nip right there in that sensitive little spot. Grabbing your hips as you grinded against him begging for more. "Pleasee Aone more.. bite me more mmm please" gasping between every word. He obliged and sunk his teeth into you. He immediately felt your body tense up as you moaned for more from him "Aone♡ fuck- fuck me please."  "You sure?" He said back. Your hand reaching back to grab his lengthy throbbing cock "yesss~ mmmm fuck you're so big" stroking it listening to his quiet moans in your ear turning you on even more. Enjoying the feeling of your small hands fondling him so needily. Pushing him so close to his climax he had to remove your hand before wound up cumming all over your backside. The pleasure overcoming his mind he rolled you over to your back legs falling off to either side of him he looked you over as you watched him pull off his shirt, his muscles gleaming from all the sweat. "Fuck.." you gasp breathlessly.

"Like what you see, princess?" His words like honey to you. "Mmm fuck yes daddy, I like every.. last.. bit of what I see~" Barely able to get your words out before he thrust his big throbbing cock inside you. "Mmf♡ fuck~ oh fuck~~" Your moans fueling his lust filled mind as he went harder just to see your expressions as the pleasure took you over. Your words jumbled as you barely were able to get out anything between moans. The squelching between your legs at every thrust on top of the low moans coming from his lips driving you mad as you felt him hitting the deepest part of you. "Mmmf♡ i-i.. fuc- i-mmmm im cu-" your moan cutting you off as you came all over his thick cock. The feeling of your walls tightening around him sending him over the edge he grunted grinding himself deeper inside you painting your insides in his juices. His moans stifled by your mouth as you pulled him down into a deep kiss. Neither of you having the want to move just laid there intertwined. Exhaustion taking over you both passed out almost simultaneously.

You woke up to an empty bed and your clothes folded neatly on the dresser. Only remembering bits and pieces from the night before but enough to know what had taken place in this bed right where you were laying. Your face as red as a beet you pulled the covers up over yourself, almost wanting to squeal. You heard the knob twisting and you laid back down pretending to be asleep. You could hear him walk in closer and closer until it felt like he was right over you and your eyes snapped open. His face directly above yours he leaned forward and kissed you and scooped you up with the covers you were rolled up in. Your face hot and embarrassed as to the suddenness, " Wh-what are you doing??" He smiled down at you continuing on, "Don't worry princess, Im just taking you to the bathroom so you can clean yourself up.. unless of course you want to continue last night?" Every bit of the night before flooded your head as he sat you down. You almost couldnt believe it. Slightly embarrassed you knew if you didn't take this chance now you'd hate yourself for it later. Dropping the blankets you pulled him into the bathroom. "You helped make the mess now you can help clean it." A tiny smirk crossed his mouth and you knew you were going to get way more than you bargained for.💕

[floatingpetals]

Cheeky || Kisses Series

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff

Word Count: 1700+

Summary: Love has many different ways of expressing itself. One form, is the different ways you share a kiss. 

A/N: FINALS ARE OVER! YESSS! Now I get my two weeks of summer vacation and then I go back to do more school. *sobs in a corner* I’ll be okay though… Maybe… Hopefully. Any who, I’m going to start another small  seven part series with Steve. This is the first installment of the Kisses Series. I’m so excited for this! I hope you guys enjoy!

The gif is not mine. Credit to the wonderful owner.

Cheeky | Hesitant | Wake up | Sloppy | In the Moment | Distracted | Breathtaking

Steve never really believed in love at first sight. Of course, he knew had felt something towards Peggy, but he wasn’t sure he would exactly label it as love at first sight. She was the first woman he ever felt anything other than platonic feelings towards, the first woman he could see having a future with. He knew she thought the same, but the war gave them little time to see what was behind their mutual attraction. Peggy was a memory from a familiar time he longed for once again. She was a person he would always care for, he would never forget her. Steve’s idea of love, at first sight, being positively ridiculous changed the moment when Y/N stepped into his life. 

When he met Y/N it was as if the world came to a screeching halt, freezing around the woman that stood at the other end of the corridor. She was wrapped up in a conversation with Tony, animatedly waving her hands about as she talked with the man. She was bubbling with excitement, her smile lighting up the corridor. Tony found her charming as he nodded along with whatever it was she was explaining, gently steering her down the hall. When he caught Steve from the corner of his eye, Tony nudged the woman over to Steve’s side.

Y/N went quiet at the sight of Steve before her, her voice catching in her throat. The two stared at the other, a feeling of warmth growing in each of their stomachs as they gazed into their eyes. Tony teased her, saying if he’d known introducing her to Steve would have shut her up quicker, he would have done it sooner. Steve watched in amusement while Y/N turned to chase down Tony as he bolted to the other end of the hall.

“You jackass! Get back here and fight me like a man!”

Since that day, she hardly ever left Steve’s side. She was quite open with her emotions and was always in someone way brushing against him and the others. She was quickly known for giving hugs to everyone as often as she could, even if they weren’t too fond of the idea at first. 

Both Sam and Tony knew Y/N before joining the Avengers, so neither of them fought off her frequent bone crushing hugs. Sam would make a show of protest, but he never refused her. Natasha and Clint were the first to welcome her touchy demeanor, sometimes latching on to the smaller woman when they desperately needed it. She worked the two of them up to tighter hugs, knowing that both were rather cautious of her motives despite giving in so easily. Wanda was hesitant at first but quickly gave in after realizing Y/N was only making sure that Wanda knew was cared for. She gave Wanda looser hugs, making sure to rub small circles on Wanda’s back in a way of reassurance.

When it came to Bucky, he was the only one she was careful with. Y/N didn’t want to trigger any of his memories by accidentally catching him off guard and would always ask him if it was okay. At first, Bucky refused. It took a few weeks, but the jealousy of the others getting her soothing hugs overruled his previous discomfort. Y/N would come up to his right side to wrap her arms around his waist and he would hug her back with his flesh arm. Eventually, she would get him to hug her with his metal arm, but it was a work in progress. She made sure Bucky was reassured the most after he agreed, and Steve noticed the change for the better in his best friend because of it.

“I don’t know what it is about her. She’s just so comforting to be around.” Bucky explained one morning during a training session. “It’s like I have a sister again, she’s always dotting over me. It’s been so long since someone willingly held me the way she does.”

With Steve, Y/N never gave him a chance to refuse. Not that he was ever going to back away from her touch. He would be sitting on the couch watching TV with the others and she would come into the room, honing in on him immediately. If there wasn’t room on the couch, she’d make room and slip her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his side. The first time she had done this, Steve had no idea how to react. His heart had begun to pound in his chest, his cheeks hot from the blush that spread down his face and neck. Y/N was so close, he could smell her perfume, could count the number of lashes she had as she sat watching the television. When she didn’t move or even acknowledged his shock, Steve forced himself to relax. Halfway through the show, he unconsciously wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, as if it was a usual thing for the two of them.

After the first night, it quickly did become normal. Any chance she would get, Y/N would wrap her arms around his waist and pull him into a hug. His favorite would always be when his back was to her and she would slip behind him, pressing her face against his back between his shoulder blades. It never failed to bring a smile to his face, his heart fluttering at the action. Steve didn’t miss how he was the only she would do this to either.

“You know, you’re the only one she’s willing to hug that way, right?” Natasha teased one evening. The two of them stood at the bar during one of Tony’s party, watching the woman in question laugh as she was swung around by Thor on the dance floor. The two of them got along famously, their boisterous attitudes eerily similar. Steve ignored Natasha, grinning smugly into his glass of beer. He was more than aware, and his stomach would always flip when she gave him the special hugs reserved just for him.

Steve and the others quickly fell into a rhythm when it came to Y/N. Any time they would return from a mission, Y/N would be there with a worried smile and wide-open arms. She would go down the line, making sure that everyone was okay, occasionally bickering with them if they were injured.

“I’ve told you to quit head-butting people, Nat.” Natasha just rolls her eyes at Y/N and limped towards the medical bay. The others received similar levels of scolding, but not before leaving with a hug that they all used as a drive to come home to. Steve had always planned it to where he would be last, hanging back behind the others so he could spend more time with Y/N.

Y/N turned to the super soldier, looking him over before flinging her arms around his neck. She hated it when he left the compound, she hardly ever got any sleep when any of the other left for missions, but with Steve she never did sleep. The man had a special place in her heart, and every time he left, he would take the pieces with him. The hugs they shared in the hanger were different than the hug the others got. It was a hug that grounded the two of them, soothed their fears that they wouldn’t return to the other. Steve held her tightly, standing tall so that her feet would hang in the air and she was forced to grip him ever tighter. No words were needed, just the two of them listening to the beats of their hearts.

The worst was letting go, but both knew they had things to do besides standing in the hanger gripping the other. Steve slowly lowered her to the ground, letting her slip from his grip. At first, Y/N didn’t let go, burying her face into his neck. Reluctantly she let him go, her hand slipping up to cup his cheek. Y/N wasn’t sure what had possessed her to do what she did next. Before Steve could stand tall, Y/N turned her face to brush a gently kiss on his cheek.

Steve froze when he felt her soft lips brush against his cheek, his breath catching in his throat. Y/N had never gone to this level of affection before, and once again he wasn’t certain how to take it. It only took his brain a moment to process that he rather enjoyed the gentle gesture. He smiled widely at Y/N, who looked incredibly unsure of herself for the decision to bite the bullet. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he thanked her for being the rock he needed. His reward was a beaming smile and another firmer kiss on the opposite cheek.

“Anything for you, soldier.”

Since that day, Y/N would always press a kiss against his cheek after a hug, or between his shoulder blades when she would wrap herself around him from behind. The others raised their brows at the two of them at first, especially when Steve began to mimic her motions. But no one spoke of what they witnessed, none of the members missing how much more at ease Y/N and Steve were together. They knew the two of them had feelings for the other, and it was only a matter of time before they acted on them.

“20 bucks, they’ll get together at the end of the month,” Bucky spoke as he sat watching his best friend and the woman he was quickly seen as a sister share a longing look between themselves from across the room. Sam snorted, stuffing a chip into his mouth. He too was watching the disgustingly cute display in front of him.

“They’ll get together at the end of the week at this rate.”

“I know Steve. He’s too nervous to step it up right now. End of the month.”

Sam turned to stare at Bucky, narrowing his eyes at the brunette. Sam knew Bucky was right, but there were ways to help push Steve in the right direction. Sam stood and smirked down at Bucky.

“Not if I can help it.” Bucky blinked up at Sam, who started to turn and head over to Y/N. It took a second for Bucky to realize what Sam was getting at. Once it registered, Bucky shot up and took after Sam.

“Hold up!”

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