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rafesangelita · 2 days ago

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♡ when frat!rafe is embarrassed to ask bitchy!kook!reader to choke him, but she does it for him anyways..

warnings: sub!rafe, choking, degradation, unprotected sex, asphyxiation, handjob, overstimulation, slight humor

“why do you keep putting my hand around your neck?” you laughed, your hips coming to a stop as rafe gazed up at you with pleading eyes. you were currently seated on top of him, his cock buried balls deep inside your cunt as you rode him like he didn’t have icky friends who could hear everything in the next room. you watched rafe’s cheeks turn red, his jaw ticking as he continued pressing your hand to his throat. arching a brow, you gave his throat a squeeze, a look of relief washing over his face as you tightened your grip. you could’ve sworn you felt him twitch inside of you, a teasing smile gracing your lips as you shook your head.

“oh, so this is what you wanted?” you scoffed, “who would’ve thought that the misogynistic, cocky frat boy liked to be choked? i’d be embarrassed too if i were you..” rafe groaned, your degrading words only turning him on even more. leaning all your weight on the hand you had propped up on his chest, you started bouncing on him once again, this time making sure your nails dug into his skin as he let out a string of curses.

“you’re so fucking pathetic,” you half moaned, “i bet you feel like a real tough guy, huh? you go around bullying your new pledges and making them feel like they’re beneath you, but really you’re the lowest of them all. i wonder what they’d think of you then if they saw you like this, just being used for your cock. that’s all you’re really good for, anyways.” rafe gripped your hips, his eyes screwing shut as he took the blows of your insults to his ego. he had never been talked down on like this, and as sick and embarrassing as it was, you were becoming his newest obsession with every word you spoke against him.

“ah, fuck— please! please let me cum inside you!” he blurted out, his vision growing fuzzy as you pressed down on his windpipe. sliding off of him, rafe hissed as you scooted down and kneeled between his legs, his eyebrows knitting together as he propped himself up on his elbows to watch you. “sorry, i don’t let losers cum inside me.” rafe let out a shaky breath when you took him in your fist, a protest sitting on the tip of his tongue as you started stroking him. “no, please, i’m begging you.” he whimpered, his bangs sticking to his forehead as he started feeling the pounding thumps in his head from the lack of oxygen.

“shut the fuck up,” you stroked him faster, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his hips bucked, “you should be grateful i’m letting you cum at all.” rafe felt like he was on the verge of passing out, his chest caving in as he felt the coil deep in stomach snap, a groan leaving his lips as you finally let go of his neck. rafe was convinced he wasn’t here anymore, his body convulsing as the force of his high wracked through his limbs, his cum decorating his torso as you made no effort to slow down your movements. “f-fuck! wait—” he gasped, black dots spotting his vision as he shook under your touch, “i can’t no more!” he shouted through gritted teeth, his abs constricting as overstimulation set in.

letting go, you left him to go through the aftershocks of his orgasm as you got dressed, slipping your heels back on before throwing your purse over your shoulder and checking your hair in the mirror. rafe turned around, his eyebrows raising as he watched you walk towards his bedroom door. “wait where are you going?!” he shot up, nearly tripping over his own feet as he scrambled to put some shorts on, “you didn’t— you know.. finish..” he whispered the last part, his face just centimeters away from your own. pecking his cheek, you opened the door halfway, “yikes, i must not be the first girl you’ve said that to.”

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

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seitmai · 2 days ago

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Many thoughts

"Seriously!" Bradley yelled. "Stop reaching for the steering wheel!" He slowed down as all three of his passengers started loudly begging him. "You want to look at a bunch of college girls who couldn't care less about you more than you want burgers?" "Hell yes!" Payback sang as Bradley put his turn signal on and pulled into the parking lot where the collegiate softball team was holding a very popular looking car wash. There were so many cars lined up, and a lot of men milling around. Bradley parked next to a pickup truck and eyed the women in wet tee shirts and bathing suits while Jake pounded on the back of his seat.

Hahah they are truly just teenage boys in grown up bodies 😂

"They are practically naked! Get out so I can get out!" Jake whined. Bradley groaned. "Yes, I see them. And don't call them girls. They're women. And please don't touch any of them. Oh my god, I'm already so embarrassed." "Let's go," Payback said, opening his door. "Time to flirt." "They don't want to flirt with you," Bradley muttered. "You're thirty five."

Bradley wants to be swallowed by the ground right then and there 😂

Bradley headed in the opposite direction, cradling his forehead in his hand. The last thing he wanted was to try to chat up some nineteen year old. He was almost thirty seven, for fuck's sake. But if they wanted to humiliate themselves, that was fine with him. But it didn't mean he needed to watch.

He physically can't watch haha

Jake's shirt was mysteriously missing, and Payback was spraying the hose while a few of the girls screamed.

And they are only a minute in hahaha

"Yeah, well, the deans at the college are always amazed by how much money our car wash fundraisers make every summer," you said, smiling at him.

I wonder why lol

"A bit of a handful" is an understatement 😅

"Your friends look like a bit of a handful," you told him. Bradley was treated to the sight of Coyote dancing to the music in the spray of the water. "Just show them women in bathing suits, and this is what they turn into." You were laughing and gaping up at him, as Bradley quickly added, "They're harmless though! I promise! Your teammates have nothing to worry about! They just like to flirt."

"I used to play third base." And now Bradley was biting his knuckle, because he was thinking about getting to third base with you, unzipping those little shorts in the backseat of his Bronco and slipping his hand inside. "Oh god," he swallowed hard. He was worse than the rest of the guys who were currently covered in soapy water and surrounded by softball players.

Now he understands the others 🤭

You did look a little older than twenty two. And that's probably why you weren't actively washing the cars. He must have been staring for too long, because you were smirking again as you held out your hand and introduced yourself. "Head coach of USD women's softball." He took your smaller hand in his. "My name is Bradley, and I'm really hoping you're going to tell me you're like twenty eight years old?"

I love how realistic he is and looking for someone his age

"So, you played third base? Which school?" "University of Oregon." "Shit. You must be good." "I'm very good," you told him, and Bradley squeezed your hand a little tighter. "I'll bet you are." "Bet I can guess which position you play," you told him before you bit your lip, and Bradley swore he was never going to let go of your hand. "Okay. Go ahead and guess." "But...if I'm right, you owe me a drink," you said coyly. Bradley's eyebrows shot up. "Then you better fucking get this right."

Their banter and chemistry is already superb👏🏻

Bradley took his sunglasses off with his left hand, and your smile grew. "Listen, as soon as you told me you're not a student, I was absolutely going to ask you out. So all you did was make it easier for me." You pressed your lips together in pleasure, and it was so adorable. "You're still holding my hand." "I know," he confirmed with a nod. "When are you free? Tomorrow?"

And if he could choose he woul9let go of that hand ever 🤭

He smirked at the way you were sassing him before asking, "Is it home or away?" "Home. At USD." "You gonna invite me to watch?" he asked, and you looked so damn pleased with yourself now. "Would you be coming just to ogle the players?" you asked, nodding toward the soaking wet women who were now spraying the hose at Payback. "You know they wear their uniforms to the games instead of bathing suits, right?" He narrowed his eyes and glared at you playfully. "It's much more likely that I'd be ogling their coach." "Oh, I like that," you told him. "You can come then. And we can get that drink afterwards?"

They are such a great match 👏🏻😍

You glanced to the side and then met his eyes again. "It looks like your car's done. And your friends look like an actual disaster." Bradley groaned as he saw the three of them getting the soap hosed off so they could leave. "Yeah, let me go babysit them for the afternoon. I'll see you tomorrow?"

Tomorrow can't come soon enough for Bradley 😌

"I can't believe we all struck out today," Payback whined. "We should have just stopped at In-N-Out." Bradley bit his lip and shook with silent laughter. "Yeah, you all struck out. What a shame." But he was already thinking about where he was going to take you out for a second date.

Bradley just shook his head. "Wring out your shirts and get in the Bronco. Nat's already going to kill us, I hope you know that." "Worth it," the three of them said in unison. And while Bradley waited for them to dry off a bit, he sent you a text.

He truly is babysitting them 😅

Hahah this is so good 😂 I really hope Nat gets to hear of this, she is gonna roast them to no end and deserving so 👏🏻

So Fresh, So Clean | Rooster x Reader

Summary: At first, Bradley is mortified when the guys force him to stop at a carwash featuring bikini clad women from a college softball team. But when he meets you there, he starts to think he should thank his friends instead.

Warnings: Fluff and swearing

Length: 2000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

I wrote this for a request and for @wicked-remarks Summer Festival! Check out my masterlist for more!

"Dude, stop at In-N-Out. I'm starving," Payback whined from the passenger seat as Bradley zipped down the road in his Bronco.

"Nah, just stop at Starbucks," Jake argued from the backseat. "I need more caffeine."

"We're going to be late," Bradley groaned, passing the fifth fast food place while Payback whined and pointed out the window.

"We told Nat we'd be there around noon," Coyote said from the back. "I mean, if we stopped for food, we could grab something for her too."

Bradley rubbed his hand over his face, wondering why he had agreed to drive all of these idiots. "Guys, if I stop, I'm only stopping once. Then straight to the beach. So decide what you want."

Then Coyote started stuttering at the same time Payback said, "Holy shit! Pull over! Pull over!" Bradley looked where Payback was pointing, and then he saw a sign that said University of San Diego Softball along with a car wash and a lot of scantily clad women.

"Fuck caffeine. We're stopping here!" Jake said, practically climbing into the front seat. "Come on, Rooster!" He started trying to grab the steering wheel, and Bradley had to smack his arm away.

"Hell yes!" Payback sang as Bradley put his turn signal on and pulled into the parking lot where the collegiate softball team was holding a very popular looking car wash. There were so many cars lined up, and a lot of men milling around. Bradley parked next to a pickup truck and eyed the women in wet tee shirts and bathing suits while Jake pounded on the back of his seat.

"They are practically naked! Get out so I can get out!" Jake whined.

"Chill!" Bradley said, loud enough that he had the attention of all three of them. "You guys need to be on your best behavior. I'm not kidding!"

"Look at them," Coyote said, pulling his sunglasses lower on his nose and whistling. "These girls are hot."

Bradley groaned. "Yes, I see them. And don't call them girls. They're women. And please don't touch any of them. Oh my god, I'm already so embarrassed."

"Let's go," Payback said, opening his door. "Time to flirt."

"They don't want to flirt with you," Bradley muttered. "You're thirty five."

"I dunno about that," Jake drawled, fixing his hair. "That redhead looks like she might like a daddy."

"Oh my fucking Lord, we are going to get kicked out of a fundraiser," Bradley groaned as he climbed out of his door and was nearly trampled by Jake.

"Relax man, I'm about to pay for your car to get washed," he said, shoving Bradley out of the way to get over to the redhead holding a hose. "Hey, sweetheart, my name's Jake...."

He thought he had found a nice spot to stand and wait while listening to a car stereo blasting Pour Some Sugar On Me. He was out of the way of the guys who were being roped in to helping the girls wash cars now. Jake's shirt was mysteriously missing, and Payback was spraying the hose while a few of the girls screamed.

"Grown ass men," Bradley muttered, pushing his aviators up higher on his nose.

He heard soft laughter and turned to see you standing next to him. And of course you were gorgeous. And young. And looking up at him with a smirk that he should not have found adorable.

"Yeah, well, the deans at the college are always amazed by how much money our car wash fundraisers make every summer," you said, smiling at him. He found himself smiling back.

"My friends almost made me wreck trying to get me to pull over, so I guess that does make sense," Bradley replied with a nod. You were the only one on the team who was still dry, and he could see the straps of your bathing suit tied above the collar of your USD Softball tee shirt. You had on some tiny denim shorts and flip flops, and Bradley bit back a groan and forced himself to look away from you.

"Your friends look like a bit of a handful," you told him. Bradley was treated to the sight of Coyote dancing to the music in the spray of the water.

"Just show them women in bathing suits, and this is what they turn into." You were laughing and gaping up at him, as Bradley quickly added, "They're harmless though! I promise! Your teammates have nothing to worry about! They just like to flirt."

"Teammates?" you asked, head cocked to one side.

"Yeah," Bradley grunted, really trying so hard not to look directly at you. Fuck, this was getting difficult. He could tell that your bathing suit was red through your snug fitting white tee shirt, and now he was looking at your chest. He pinched the bridge of his nose over his sunglasses and rolled his shoulders, trying to focus on the dirt being rinsed off a filthy car. "Your teammates? Uh, are you a senior? Or team captain or something?"

Your laughter rang out as you said, "No, not exactly."

"Oh. Uh, what position do you play?" He knew he was rambling now. Really, he should just get out of here.

"I used to play third base."

And now Bradley was biting his knuckle, because he was thinking about getting to third base with you, unzipping those little shorts in the backseat of his Bronco and slipping his hand inside. "Oh god," he swallowed hard. He was worse than the rest of the guys who were currently covered in soapy water and surrounded by softball players.

"I'm their coach."

Bradley froze, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "You're the coach? The softball coach?"

"Yeah. They're not my teammates."

Bradley turned to face you and let his eyes drift down your body and back up to your face. You did look a little older than twenty two. And that's probably why you weren't actively washing the cars. He must have been staring for too long, because you were smirking again as you held out your hand and introduced yourself. "Head coach of USD women's softball."

He took your smaller hand in his. "My name is Bradley, and I'm really hoping you're going to tell me you're like twenty eight years old?"

"I'm thirty," you said slowly, still holding his hand and looking at him with a confused smile.

"Even better," he said, smiling happily and pulling you a little closer by your hand. "So, you played third base? Which school?"

"University of Oregon."

"Shit. You must be good."

"I'm very good," you told him, and Bradley squeezed your hand a little tighter.

"I'll bet you are."

"Do you play?" you asked, really sizing him up now.

"Yeah, just on a Navy rec league. But I'm very good, too."

"Bet I can guess which position you play," you told him before you bit your lip, and Bradley swore he was never going to let go of your hand.

"Okay. Go ahead and guess."

"But...if I'm right, you owe me a drink," you said coyly.

Bradley's eyebrows shot up. "Then you better fucking get this right."

With a bright laugh, you told him, "You look like a shortstop."

"Damn. You are good."

"I'm right?" you asked, and he nodded. "You owe me a drink."

You pressed your lips together in pleasure, and it was so adorable. "You're still holding my hand."

"I know," he confirmed with a nod. "When are you free? Tomorrow?"

You licked your lips. "I'm coaching a game tomorrow, Bradley. You know, since I'm not a student."

He smirked at the way you were sassing him before asking, "Is it home or away?"

"Home. At USD."

"You gonna invite me to watch?" he asked, and you looked so damn pleased with yourself now.

"Would you be coming just to ogle the players?" you asked, nodding toward the soaking wet women who were now spraying the hose at Payback. "You know they wear their uniforms to the games instead of bathing suits, right?"

He narrowed his eyes and glared at you playfully. "It's much more likely that I'd be ogling their coach."

"Oh, I like that," you told him. "You can come then. And we can get that drink afterwards?"

"Absolutely," Bradley said, and he finally released your hand as he added, "Can I get your number?"

"Mmhmm."

He retrieved his phone from his pocket, unlocked it and handed it to you. He watched you enter your contact information, and then you handed it back to him, letting your fingers linger on his. "Text me later today, and I'll send you a ticket to the game."

"Sounds good, coach. I can't wait."

You glanced to the side and then met his eyes again. "It looks like your car's done. And your friends look like an actual disaster."

Bradley groaned as he saw the three of them getting the soap hosed off so they could leave. "Yeah, let me go babysit them for the afternoon. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, you will." And then you put your hand on his chest and kissed his cheek before you turned away to help one of your players who was calling for your attention.

Bradley tucked his phone away and watched you as he made his way toward the Bronco. You waved to him and he smiled back before turning to assess his three sopping wet friends.

"Rooster, you idiot!" Coyote said, dripping water on the pavement. "You just stood there like a lump, man."

"We got phone numbers," Jake drawled, holding his wet phone while Bradley snorted.

"Yeah, we did," Payback said, high fiving Jake. "And we're going to meet up with Sylvia and Taylor later tonight at a bar on their campus."

Bradley just shook his head. "Wring out your shirts and get in the Bronco. Nat's already going to kill us, I hope you know that."

"Worth it," the three of them said in unison. And while Bradley waited for them to dry off a bit, he sent you a text.

Can't wait for tomorrow.

And right before he pulled out of the parking lot, you wrote back.

XOXO

And there was a ticket to the USD softball game for tomorrow afternoon attached.

"Hey, what the fuck?" Jake said as Bradley drove down the road toward the beach. He had his phone to his ear as he added, "Taylor gave me a bogus phone number!"

Payback scrambled to unlock his phone, and a second later, he had it on speaker. "Oops, it looks like the person who gave you this number is not actually interested in you! Better luck next time!"

"Damn," Coyote said, completely crestfallen. "Sylvia gave us a bogus number, too."

"I spent fifty bucks to get this thing washed for nothing!" Jake complained, gesturing around the Bronco.

"I can't believe we all struck out today," Payback whined. "We should have just stopped at In-N-Out."

Bradley bit his lip and shook with silent laughter. "Yeah, you all struck out. What a shame." But he was already thinking about where he was going to take you out for a second date.

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simpurnatural · 2 days ago

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"Ain't No Fling" | Oneshot

Sinners | Bo Chow X Fem!Reader

Note from Nat: "I'm back! (again). You guys have no idea how hard my jaw dropped when this man was on screen. I was clutching my pearls!"

Warning(s): Spoilers, Smut, Language, Semi-Proofread

Even from down the road, the live music from the juke joint radiated, and it felt as though every note pulled you in closer.

“Miss Y/n,” Cornbread nodded as he rose from his post by the door.

“Cornbread, how ya doin’ these days?” You greeted warmly as he tipped his hat kindly.

“Mighty fine, expecting my missus to deliver any day now,” he smiled from ear to ear.

“Now if y’all need any baby watchin’ then knock on ma door anytime,” you offered before stepping into the joint.

The music seemed to flow through you as the crowd danced to the beat. You watched as Delta Slim and Sammie performed on the stage, earning hollers and cheers from the crowd.

Dryness tickled your throat, your feet carrying you to the bar where Annie stood keeping watch over the frying fish.

“I was hoping to see tonight,” she smiled as she reached her palm out to squeeze yours warmly.

“Oh I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you assured, taking in the atmosphere around you. “The music, drinks, the food,” you sighed contentedly, “It must feel nice to have Elijah back,” you added.

“I don’t know if it’s a happy feeling’ or my head is achin’-trying to keep up with his business,” she replied with a tired but happy look in her eyes. “But don’t let my chatter stop you from having a good time,” she said, dropping more cuts of fish into the boiling hot oil.

“Annie you could never," you assured, grabbing a couple coins from your purse. "Just a beer for me please,".

"Comin' right up," she nodded as she counted the money and handed over the chilled bottle. "Enjoy yourself now," she jokingly instructed as you got up from your seat.

"I always do," you beamed before sashaying back onto the dance floor.

You watched as Sammie took his place on stage once more and began to sing, chills were sent down your spine. The room seemed to have moved in slow motion as everyone fell into the music.

Tipping the bottle against your lips, your body felt free and fluid. A tap on your shoulder pulled you from your trance. You met the trickster smile of Elias, alias and nickname - Stack.

"Glad you came out tonight," the younger twin grinned he gave a loose hug. "There's someone I want you to meet,' he said mischievously.

"You tryna get me into trouble Stack?" you replied back playfully as he guided you to the back of the old sawmill.

Pushing open a door, you were greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke and the man who had the white stick in his mouth. When his eyes set on yours, the cig bobbed a bit as his lips curled up.

He tossed his playing cards on the table, leaving the other players baffled. His eyes took in your body like drinking water in the dessert.

"Y/n, this is Bo Chow-he's a grocery owner," Stack chuckled as the man with jet black hair stood to his feet.

"And mighty handsome at that," You exhaled, offering your hand to Bo.

"Sure is a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Y/n," Bo said as he brought your soft skin to his lips.

"You know about me?" you asked, Stack slipping out of the room sneakily.

"Sure do," Bo replied, "But you gon' know awful well of me by the end of tonight." he promised as he took the beer out of your other hand and took a swig.

"Boy don't play about a good time," you tsked as he put out his cigarette and set your bottle on the table.

"I ain't no boy," He corrected, "And I swear I ain't gonna disappoint," he added and took your hand-leading you deep into the busyness of the crowd.

The rhythm of the music and the soft haze due to the smoke made it all feel make-believe. Bo twirled you into his arms smoothly, your back pressed against his chest.

Your hands slithered behind you and combed their way through his hair. Bo couldn't help but let his own hands discover what could possibly be held captive underneath your dress.

His lips pressed lazy wet kisses against your neck, earning a gasp that erupted from your throat. It was as though you were in your own world and your core was just itching for more.

Bo spun you around-now both you facing one another. Without instruction, he leaned in for a kiss. A kiss you greedily allowed and met his lips halfway hungrily.

You felt him smirk against your lips and his palm traveled down the back of your dress. His grip hugging the curve of your ass gently.

"Can you handle all that?" you teased, taking a breather.

"Handle it? Baby it's mine now," Bo said coolly and you could've sworn he could sense the slick wet coating pooling in your undies.

In an quick act of boldness, your hands pulled him in by his shirt collar. Your lips hovered against his ear as you muttered, "Then come take it,".

Bo pulled away, searching your face for a dirty grin but he was met with a small smile and eye lashes batting slowly. As if your invitation didn't leave his length becoming more apparent underneath his slacks.

He had no hesitation in taking your hand once more and making his way out the juke joint with you. Cornbread chuckled as he moved aside from his post.

"Now ya'll be careful uh-uh," he warned jokingly, watching Bo whisk you away to his car.

"Pay us no mind Cornbread," you giggled as you swatted your hand in his direction. "You takin' me home?" you asked as Bo helped you into the backseat.

"We won't even make it home baby," he confessed, biting his lip at the sight of your dress sleeves beginning to slide down your arms.

After taking a quick look around through the windows, Bo slid unbuttoned his vest and joined you. You weren't sure if it was the heart beat in your chest or the pulsing of your cunt that made you shiver. But Bo took it up on himself to guide the sleeves of your dress all the way down to your ankles.

You whined as the air of the night surrounded you. Impatiently, you scooted closer to Bo but he placed his hand on your chest.

"Let me take in the sight honey," he asked, "Don't want you mistaken me for a fling," he sighed as he began taking of the rest of his clothes.

Your hand trailed up your back to unhook your bra, Bo watched wordlessly as it dropped into your lap. Your eyes continued to watch his as you kicked off your shoes and slid your panties down.

"Oh honey," he said breathlessly, leaning in to capture your lips once more.

You moaned as he pulled you into his lap and wet pussy dragging against his cock. With one hand supporting your back, Bo's other hand cupped your breast.

Breathing heavy, Bo motioned for you get up slightly as both of your eyes looked down. Your hand reached for his length, wanting to guide it into your cunt. Upon getting a hold of it, your wrist began sliding up and down.

Bo stifled a groan as he watched you begin to sink back down onto his cock. Your pussy tight and wet, making the feeling all the more satisfying.

"Baby-" he sighed, watching your ride him like a horse.

Tits bounced in his face as you bounced up and down. He was mesmerized by your body, every part of it. You watched him throw his head back, his hands beginning to guide your hips.

"You likin' this?" you groaned as your walls clenched around him, wanting to keep him inside you forever.

The rocking of the car caught the attention of other passer-byres. Cornbread however telling them to mind they business no matter how hard the vehicle swayed.

"Didn't even bother leavin' the car lot," he sighed, shaking his head at your's and Bo's recklessness

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sknyuz · 3 days ago

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Hiii pookie!!♡♡ Do a Park Humin (Baku) ff where the reader wass playing shooting game on her phone and loses, throwing tantrums or curses over it and blaming it to Baku who is just minding his own business next to you. Like they ended up bickering.......... After that, the reader got upset and ignored Baku, him ended up comforting and making up for it even if it's wasn't his fault. I feel like it'll be a chaotic scene 💀💀✌

pairing — park humin (baku) x gn!reader genre — fluff, comedy, established relationship warnings — mild language, excessive boyfriend whining, baku being baku word count — ~400

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note: finally some good guys™ on here !! i am such a lovey dovey baku truther he would be so whipped and be super lovely to his partner. i love doing shorter reqs like this to fill in the gap between my longer fics.

you were sprawled across the couch, laser-focused on your phone screen, muttering threats under your breath as your in-game ammo count dropped lower and lower.

“die, die, die—” defeat. the bright red letters flashed mockingly.

“NOOOOO!” you shrieked, smacking the couch cushion and flailing your legs. “i had that! i had that!”

baku, sitting beside you eating chips and watching a basketball highlight video, turned to you with wide eyes. “yo, what happened??”

“your fault!” you groaned, flopping sideways and lightly punching his shoulder.

“HUH?!” he yelped, holding the chip bag protectively as it shook in his grasp. “what’d i do?! i was just sitting here breathing, peacefully!”

“exactly,” you grumbled. “you jinxed me with your stupid happy breathing.”

he blinked. “what’s wrong with my breathing?! it’s normal human breathing!!”

“normal and cursed,” you muttered, pouting as you hugged your phone to your chest like a child whose toy was just taken away. “i swear that last headshot didn’t even count.”

baku opened his mouth to argue but paused when he saw the full-blown pout forming on your lips. he immediately softened. “...wait. you’re mad mad?”

you sniffed dramatically and turned away. “go breathe over there. traitor.”

he panicked. “hey—wait, don’t ignore me. babe. baby. i love you. please.”

you didn’t answer, which made him whine louder.

“noooo, don’t do this to me. don’t ice me out,” he said, scooting closer and wrapping his arms around you like an octopus. “i’ll uninstall the game for you. i’ll email the devs and tell them to apologize. i’ll 1v1 whoever killed you. right now.” baku pouts, brows furrowing.

you resisted laughing. “you don’t even play this game.”

“i will now. out of spite.”

he tucked his chin over your shoulder and started swaying you gently, like he was trying to soothe a toddler mid-meltdown. “aigoo... my baby’s upset. i can feel the sadness radiating from your pores. it’s okay. blame me, hit me, kick me—just don’t ignore me. please!” he whines, all in theatrics.

you tried to hold back a smile, but it slipped.

“there it is,” he coos with a grin. “my cute, scary little sharpshooter.”

“you’re so annoying,” you muttered, leaning into his chest despite everything.

he kissed the top of your head. “but you absolutely love it.”

you sighed. “…if i lose again, it’s still your fault.”

“fair.”

“and you owe me boba.”

“make it two,” he grinned, already grabbing his hoodie. “let’s go right now. no game defeat can hold us down when we got boba and love.”

“...you’re such a dork.”

“but i’m your dork,” he quips again, flashing you a peace sign and poking his cheek with it, showing off his dumb little smile.

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Honey & Glass | r. r. | 2

Robert "Bob" Reynolds x superpowered!reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Mentions of death, Valentina always needs a warning, mentions of abuse and drugs

Author's Note: 👉😎👉

Masterlist | Talk to Me! | AO3

Through some divine power, they are not dead. The vault had blown up, throwing them across the hall. She braced herself, like Bucky had taught her, but still slammed hard enough to knock her head against the wall.

She thinks she’s unconscious; she must be. Because she’s in between the shelves of the library at Columbia, listening to the murmurs of students talking about their dissertations and graduation. It’s a strange memory to suddenly have –though she spent plenty of good days in the library when she was in school. But it feels…off. Colder, darker. As she rounds the corner of the shelves, a chill run down her spine.

That voice.

“I always knew you were a freak,” the young man said. She stands, watching, as her younger self draws back into the shelf in the library at Columbia. “There’s no way you’re half as smart as you are without cheating.”

“It’s not cheating,” she insisted. “I swear, I’m not —it’s not like that. I just —I can’t —,”

“Can’t what? Can’t help it? Please,” he sneered, lifting her by her shirt now. Her thoughts are frantic; she can hear her own thoughts and she’s in a panic, and there’s no way to help herself. “You know what freaks like you get?”

“Devin, please,” she begged, tears falling. “Please just let me go —I don’t want to hurt you —I don’t know how to —,”

But it’s too late, and she knew it was too late then and it’s too late now. Devin is dropping her, and he’s screaming as he clutches his head between his hands. And she knows that she’s about to see the first time she’s killed someone so she turns away and —

Bob is staring at her; their hands just touching barely. Even with the barest of brushes, he’s radiating heat.

“It’s okay,” he says, though his voice is barely audible. “You had to.”

For several seconds, they simply stare at each other. Fingers brushing, heat radiating off him and a confused horror that has washed over her. But he’s giving her a shy smile, trying to be reassuring. And she’s not sure what’s happening —how that memory flooded her and Bob, when she’s usually in more control. But she settles that it must have been from getting bashed in the skull, and that she’s just. Not in the best place.

*****

“I’m going to distract them,” Bob says, pulling off the gear they had been disguised in when they managed to get into an armored truck.

“What?” She snaps. “No, no –you can’t do that. They’ll kill you. Do you get that?”

He stares at her, but nods slowly. “It’s okay. I really –I don’t mind. Let me help you guys get out of here.”

Before she can stop him, he’s pushing open the truck’s doors and he's running through the crowd of agents. She hesitates, if only for a second, before she groans and throws herself out of the truck and follows close on his heels. But he’s faster than her, and he’s already standing in front of the vault with the gun in his hands. He’s pointing it at the sky, yelling at the agents to pay attention to him.

“Bob, don’t!” She screams, but one of the agents is grabbing her and holding her back as Valentina approaches her.

“Who the hell is this guy?”

“Don’t hurt him!” She screams, lurching forward trying to reach the director in anger. The agent tightens his grip on her, yanking her backwards. “Don’t! He’s not a threat! Leave him alone!”

But the command falls on deaf ears as a spray of bullets echoes in the empty air. She screams again, tears streaming down her cheeks, trying to force herself out of the agent's grasp. And Valentina is yelling now, taking the walkie from her commander and ordering them to stand down.

When the dust settles, and the silence echoes around them again, she’s afraid to open her eyes. If she opens her eyes, and she sees Bob there –what’s probably left of Bob, at least because no way that many bullets didn’t destroy him –she’s going to be sick. She’s going to cry, and she’s probably going to throw up, and she’s going to have another person’s blood on her hands because she shouldn’t have let him get out of that damn truck. She should have –

“Holy shit.”

The agent holding her loosens his grip, and she drops to her hands and knees in the dirt. The curiosity supersedes the horror, and she dares to look up.

He’s levitating.

Bob is…levitating. And he’s alive. She slowly sits up on her knees, looking up at him with her eyes wide. There’s not a scratch on him; his scrubs are torn to shreds but that’s it. There’s no blood, no bruises. Just…Bob, levitating.

It’s his eyes that catch her attention though. They’re shifting –they’re not the blue that she’s seen before. They’re still wide, still alarmed, still scared. But irises…they’re almost white. Glowing and dangerous, like you’ve stared at the sun too long and your vision is dotted.

He’s staring at her, brows knit together, fear etched into the lines of his face. She isn’t afraid of him, because she doesn’t think he’s going to hurt her. Maybe she should be –Bucky was the most enhanced person he had ever met until now –but she wasn’t. Bob wouldn’t hurt her –right? They had just spent the better part of a day trying to save each other. But the way he’s staring her down makes her skin tingle and breath catch.

“Get up,” Valentina hisses, grabbing her by the arm.

“Don’t hurt her,” Bob pleads, which is a strange juxtaposition to how intimidating he seems to everyone else right now. Though, before he gets another word out, he’s shooting into the air, practically spiraling out of control.

The armored truck has peeled out, and she can vaguely hear Yelena, Ava and Walker’s thoughts disappearing into the distance. Every man for themselves, she supposes. It’s only fair; she got out of the truck. She could have gotten away too. But instead she chased after Bob –thought she could protect him when the reality is that he clearly doesn’t need some little mutant girl to do that.

“I don’t know what you idiots did,” Valentina is saying, though she’s only half paying attention. She’s trying to pull her arm out of the director’s grasp, trying to follow the path that Bob has flown into the air –until she’s watching him plummet back down. “But this is better than I could have ever imagined. You’re coming with me.”

“Like hell I am,” she snaps, turning her attention to Valentina properly now. “I don’t know who that man is –and I don’t know who any of those people are that you sent here –but you sent us to die. If you think for a second that I’m just going to –,”

Bob strikes the ground and an earthquake strong enough to level a small town breaks through the mountain they’re stationed in. Valentina releases her hold involuntarily, but there’s not much she can do as she’s thrown into the side of a truck.

“Get him back to the lab,” Valentina orders as she pulls herself back together. Mel is looking around, unsure of what to do, but nods slowly. An agent lifts her from the ground again, handcuffing her this time with cuffs that are most certainly meant for someone much stronger than her. “We have work to do.”

*****

“Where the hell is my assistant?” Bucky demands, twisting the metal wrapping around Walker just a bit tighter than he probably needs to.

“With Bob,” Yelena explains, groaning as she stares out the window.

“With Bob. And who the hell is Bob?”

“Hard to explain,” Walker interrupts. “He was just..there.”

“It’s a whole thing, Bucky,” Yelena cuts in. “Bob is part of Valentina’s Project Sentry. Your assistant seems to know more than she should, Valentina sent her to be killed. None of that worked out, so here we are.”

Bucky is about to argue when his phone rings. “What?” He snaps, but his tone softens as Mel tells him who it is. “Is my assistant with you?”

“She’s…here, technically. Somewhere. I don’t exactly know where. But she’s safe –Valentina wants her something relating to Bob.”

“Bob?” Bucky repeats, and the rest of the idiots around him start repeating the name like it’s not the dumbest thing he’s heard today.

“Yeah. Project Sentry. He was a test subject –I just –you need to get back to New York. We’re in the old Avengers Tower and I think Valentina has finally gone off the deep end. I have to go.”

The line went dead and Bucky stared at his phone for a minute, contemplating what to do next.

“Bob.”

“Bob!” The others yell at him, and he groans.

“Listen to me and listen to me carefully,” he starts, pointing at each of them. “This is the plan...”

*****

“Does this look motherly to you?” Valentina asks, twirling some in her scarf.

She stares daggers into the director’s head, willing her head to explode or something equally as violent. There are few people –actually, there are no people she would wish death on –but Valentina was a special exception. However, whatever these cuffs are made out of were definitely meant to prevent her powers from working and she needed them off.

“You look like a bitch,” she spits. “Which, I guess if you’re considering how much of a bitch my mom was, then yes. You look great.”

“You’re cute,” Valentina comments, flicking the scarf over her shoulder. “I could have killed you, you know. But you’re useful. Especially for our golden boy back there.”

“Leave him alone,” she snaps, glaring still. “I’m not going to help you hurt him.”

The director scoffs, waving her off like she was just a child. “Hurt him? Please. He’s everything I need. Proof that all my hard work and research was right.”

“About what?”

“About creating Earth’s Golden Guardian of Good.”

She makes a face at the name. But Valentina continues. “He’s stronger than all of the Avengers combined. A paradigm of power and goodness. And he’s going to need a good PR specialist to get him ready to greet the public.” Valentina sits in front of her now, crossing her legs. “I told you that you could do great things. Getting Bucky Barnes functional enough to speak on national television? The man could barely address a crowd before he hired you. Now he’s –well, a disgraced congressman because I’m sure he’s not even going to make it a full term –but he’s at least respected more.

“Think about the good you could do with our friend Robert. He’s a mess –but he could be great if you help him. And he already likes you.”

“Have you even asked him what he wants?”

“Who wouldn’t want to be Earth’s mightiest hero?”

She doesn’t like anything Valentina is saying. It’s all bullshit and politics; narcissism disguised as altruism. There’s no way that this woman cares about the good of the world; she just cares about controlling what gets to be good.

She’s right about one thing: Bob needs her help. Not to be a superhero –but to get away from Valentina.

So she nods slowly, looking up at the woman with narrowed eyes.

“Fine,” she concedes, swallowing hard. “But I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it to help him.”

“Good girl.” Valentina pulls her to stand, spinning the assistant around and unlocking her cuffs. She wonders, briefly, if Valentina is an idiot and actually giving her full access to her abilities. But the director lifts her wrist and slaps a silver band around it and she knows Valentina isn’t as dumb as she had hoped. “Insurance policy. You try to do anything out of line, you get to find out what it means to really hurt.”

There’s an annoying smile on the director’s face as she looks over the younger woman finally.

“Now, let’s get you changed into something less....that,” she motions to the outfit that she’s been wearing since she was kidnapped –which is torn, dirty, and singed in places. “And into something more flattering.”

“Fantastic,” she sighs, glaring at the bracelet around her wrist as she follows begrudgingly.

She just needs to play along long enough to get Bob and herself out of this…

“Robert?” Valentina asks, knocking on the door softly. She cringes at the polite facade the director is putting on. Valentina pushes the door open, poking her head in. “Hey honey. Can we come in?”

Bob is laying in the middle of the bed, and she hates to admit it but he looks content. Comfortable. Like this is the most comfortable he’s ever been, really. He sits up just enough to look at Valentina, who pushes the door further to reveal her as well. She gives him a simple wave but Valentina doesn’t wait for any confirmation from him before she enters the room entirely. The director takes the only chair as Bob sits up entirely, criss-crossing his legs in front him. She stands awkwardly at the end of the bed, holding the clipboard that Valentina had given her.

“Sit,” the director orders –though she’s trying to mask that order as a pleasant sound as she motions to the bed.

She carefully sits, pulling down the pencil skirt she was given at the same time.

“Robert, how are you feeling?” Valentina asks, resting her hands in her lap.

“Oh, I –uh, well, I think I’m okay,” he manages to get out. “I’m not really…I’m not sure what happened, if I’m being honest.”

“Let our friend here tell you then,” Valentina offers, motioning to her now.

She hesitates a moment. This is a test. She knows this is a test, because Valentina wouldn’t let her just freely talk to Bob unless she knew that the mind reader wouldn’t risk hurting herself or him. It’s frustrating nonetheless, however. With a deep breath, she introduces herself finally.

Even if she’s being forced to do this, she’s still trying to be genuinely nice. It wouldn’t be fair to take any of her frustration out on him. She’s nice because Bob didn’t ask for this. Or –well, technically he did but she doesn’t count a former meth addict’s consent as actual consent.

“You signed up for a medical trial in Malaysia,” she explains, opening up the file she has on her clipboard. She holds it out to him. “You wanted to get help from O.X.E. –so you let them experiment on you for a top secret experiment.”

His brows knit together and he looks at his hands, picking at his nails, as he tries to remember it. She wishes she could see into his head; see and understand what he was working through. If she could just ease these anxieties that are clearly plaguing him, she might be able to actually help him.

“The doctors thought you died,” she continues. “But you didn’t and that’s how we found you in that vault. How you didn’t get killed when the agents shot you.”

“I was just trying to help,” he explains, looking up at her with watery eyes. “I wasn’t –I didn’t want you to get hurt –or any of them, really. I just –I wanted to help –,”

“And you did, Robert,” Valentina interrupts, moving to sit on the bed beside him. “You did help. You saved our friend here, you know. She’s so thankful. And so we want to talk to you about what this could mean for you –for the world.”

“What does it mean?”

“Didn’t it feel good, helping her?” Valentina prompts, motioning to her. Bob nods slowly, though he’s staring at her and she bristles under his gaze. “Imagine how good it would feel to help the entire world. How good it would feel to be a hero.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but stops. His eyes shut, and he takes a deep breath. “I’m not…I’m not great at helping. I just make things worse, usually.”

“Bob, do you want to be a hero?” She asks before Valentina can interrupt. She slides closer, tilting her head to the side.

“I just –I always make things worse. Burden people. I have days where I’m really good, and everything is okay, but most days are…bad. I don’t think…I’m not a hero.”

“You could be,” Valentina insists, reaching out to touch his hand.

Bob is staring at Valentina now, who has gone quiet. Her eyes are blank, glossed over. Bob isn’t speaking; he’s just watching the director, who comes back with a small gasp. She looks alarmed; the mask of confidence has dropped and the director is standing and pulling away from Bob with trembling hands.

“I…will come back in a little while,” she murmurs, turning to leave the room.

Bob quickly moves to stand, but Valentina takes a step away from him. He looks hurt, turning to her now like he’s asking if he’s okay but then he looks back to the director.

“Wait –I…I can control it. I promise.”

Valentina just nods, smiling uncomfortably, then leaves the room without a word. She sits on the end of the bed, watching the interaction curiously. Bob sits in the chair now, hunched over and covering his face with his hands. He’s mumbling something to himself, but can’t make out what it is.

For a second, she hesitates. She’s not sure what just happened –Valentina’s reaction to touching Bob was alarming to say the least. To shake the director so badly that she didn’t even consider yanking the young woman out with her…there was something wrong with Bob, but she wasn’t quite sure what. If she could just get this stupid bracelet off, if she could just get into his head a little bit…

“The other day,” Bob suddenly says, though his voice is muffled behind his hands. She shifts her attention to him properly, moving to sit closer to him now, facing him. “When we touched –you said you made me see something.”

She nods, crossing her ankles as she leans forward some. Her elbows rest on her thighs as he pulls his hands away from his face just enough to look at her. “I can project thoughts into people’s minds, Bob,” she explains gently. “I think I lost control after getting hurt. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“You didn’t…you didn’t do that, though,” he says, dragging his hands over his face before finally dropping them into his lap. “I did it.”

Her brows furrow, considering his words carefully. Thinking back to their interactions –their brief touches. Him touching Walker and Yelena, and now de Fontaine. She had touched his shoulder when she had made fun of Walker, and was suddenly in Columbia. When she came to after the explosion, they were touching hands.

“Can you…show me again?” She asks, reaching out to touch his hand. But Bob pulls away, shrinking into himself as he shakes his head. “You’re not going to hurt me, I promise.”

“I can’t,” he insists, shaking his head still. “I’ll just hurt you. I don’t…you’ve been so nice. I don’t want –if I hurt you, you’ll leave. And I don’t want that –,”

“I won’t leave,” she insists, tapping the bracelet on her wrist. “If you can help me get this off, I can almost guarantee you won’t hurt me. But I need this off first. Can you help me do that?”

He hesitates, staring at the silver band around her wrist. “What does it do?”

“I’m not sure,” she admits, holding it out to him slowly. “But I’m scared to find out. That’s why I need you to help me. Can you?”

There’s still hesitation –he looks to the door, which is shut, but she knows he’s waiting to see if someone walks in. When no one does after several minutes, he touches the metal, considering how to do it without hurting her.

“Whatever you need to do.”

It’s quick –quicker than she anticipated –but he pries the band off her wrist without much effort. He looks it over curiously before handing it back to her, and she examines it. She’ll either need to put it back on when she’s around Valentina or ensure that it’s properly broken so she can just wear it as a decoy, so she slips it back on. She looks at Bob now, who looks very confused by the fact that she’s putting it back on.

“Valentina wants me to wear it. I need to make sure it doesn’t work –can I see if I can read your thoughts?”

“Oh –that’s not –I don’t think you want to do that. They’re…loud.”

“It’ll be quick –you’ll feel a weird little tingle at the base of your skull and I’ll be right out.” She holds up her pinky, smiling at him reassuringly. “Pinky swear.”

Bob slowly latches his pinky with hers and nods once. He cringes when the tingle goes up his spine, rolling his shoulders uncomfortably. She’s flooded with several things as soon as she touches him. His thoughts –loud like he promised. They’re scrambled –not sticking to one thought for long before moving onto the next. He’s trying to focus –she can tell he’s trying –but he can’t. It’s her nightmare in the library; the first and last time she killed someone by overwhelming their brain so much it caused an aneurysm. But then it’s his nightmares –a man yelling at a boy, a woman telling the boy he always makes things worse. A man in a chicken suit. A shadowy figure, just at the edge of a room.

Then she pulls away. It’s a lot all at once, but it’s gone as soon as she’s not touching him. He looks concerned, eyes trailing over her as if ensuring he hadn’t broken her somehow. But she shakes off their combined thoughts, taking a breath and looking up at him.

“See? All good, like I said.”

He doesn’t seem convinced, but she doesn’t have time to linger on this as Valentina returns to the room. Her mask of confidence is back in place. “Sorry about that. Robert, sweetie, get some rest. You and I have a lot to talk about so I need you to be at your best. You,” she points at the mind reader, who is glaring at Valentina from her position on the bed. “Come along. We have a few things to discuss.”

“Can she come back?” Bob asks, standing as she does.

“Of course,” Valentina promises, putting a hand on her shoulder. “We have a few things to talk about then she’ll be the one to come get you –how’s that sound?”

He nods, though his eyes stay on her as they take their leave.

She glances back at him, giving him a reassuring smile. “It’s going to be okay,” she promises, holding up her pinky, as Valentina shuts the door.

#bob reynolds x reader #bob reynolds #robert reynolds #robert reynolds x reader #sentry x reader #thunderbolts #thunderbolts*

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bxnfire · 23 hours ago

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love island ft. satoru gojo

masterlist

loveisland!satoru who is obnoxiously forward and is utterly convinced he will get you. he's the best bachelor in the show, isn't he?

loveisland!satoru who flirts by teasing and complimenting you evenly. he'll make sure you're always amused, and it would please him if it was you laughing or blushing, and if he gets lucky, both at the same time

loveisland!satoru who doesn't play about you, even if he was just testing the waters at first. he’s cocky and loves attention, so he was enjoying the girls fawning over him (can you really blame them?), but the moment he had a conversation with you, he was done for. yes, you were attracted to him, but you knew better than to fall for the pretty boy’s charm. besides, what's the fun in this set up if you don’t test how far a man is willing to go for you? bonus points for being the 2nd most wanted man (a close second to suguru, as maybe satoru’s got the looks, but suguru is just alluring, sultry)

loveisland!satoru who spends a lot of time reassuring you. even if he’s really cocky, he understands that you have your doubts when it comes to him, and he is fucking good at making you forget your worries in the first place

loveisland!satoru who watches as you give attention to the other guys, and he's so petty, but you'd be fucking lying if you said it didn't turn you on. you could be taking a walk on the beach and he'd be teasing you, per usual, but eventually he'd say things like "wouldn't you rather be doing this with suguru, hmm, sweets?" or "betcha sukuna would pay to watch you act like this, or has he already? no need to lie to me." and yeah, maybe you should be ashamed of your reactions, but there is little you can do when you have 6in fingers deep in your cunt, thrust into you meanly, as the man behind it all is oh so skilled, so fucking hot, and possessive just for you

loveisland!satoru who loves adventure dates and boat/yacht dates. the former is just due to his fun-loving nature. he's an adrenaline junkie, and it's hard to imagine him liking jet skiing more than he already does, but it just so happens to be more fun riding at ungodly speeds when he feels your hot body pressed up against his, so much so that he can feel your boobs in his back, your breath straight into his skin, and your scratches from hanging on to him so strongly. fuck, even the cold saltwater is no match to his hard-on, which you so nicely take care of once you're back in the shore. satoru isn't scared of getting caught, and the way your cunt is damping your swimsuit lets him know you aren't either. as for yacht dates, he's always been used to luxury, and he feels as though those type of dates assimilate more to what it'd be like if you were his. sunbathing is a whole different experience when you have him rubbing your sunscreen so sensually, eventually moaning into his touch, which makes him ditch his glass of champagne completely as the juice in between your thighs is so much more delectable. tongue so relentless against you, your thighs are quivering, even if his enormous hands are gripping them so harshly, and your moans are so loud he starts to wonder if the others could hear you, some part of him telling him to go rougher to make sure they do

loveisland!satoru who can be a tease, but if you need him to be, he can be all ears, or the most supportive man you've ever met. it could be the stupidest of things, such as a meal not coming out right, or something serious, like your problems or worries beyond this whole show, and he is there for it all. every time you speak to him you feel lighter, as if the world was just quieter, time slower, and you and satoru were all that mattered, which for the record, in his world it was true, you and him were all that mattered, and he'd be damned if he didn't make it clear

loveisland!satoru who may seem all over the place, but when it comes to you? he's got you all figured out. almost as if he had a sixth sense activated by you. he knows what things you like, your tics when you get nervous, when you laugh out of courtesy vs when you're genuinely amused, even how to find your g-spot and how quickly you like it done, which moans mean that you're close, how your stomach bulges when he's so fucking deep inside, what spots you like to be bit on, which you'd rather get sucked on, and what he must do to make you squirt, once, twice, enough to make him forget it all and map you out all over again, and again, and again

loveisland!satoru who's life you've changed entirely, and if you give him the chance, he will do anything in his power to change yours. the most expensive meal could not compare to the taste of your kisses, the most beautiful sight didn't compete to your smile, not one bit, and no drug on this universe, or the next for all he fucking knew, measured up to the high he felt just being next to you

#jjk #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru smut #bxnfire #smut #fluff #love island #gojo

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ttsblogg · 1 day ago

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Date Night.

Drew Starkey x f!reader

a/n: drew has me like, “i beg your finest pardon.” the entire time in this fic.. so just a fair warning right now, there is smut in this fic. please read at your own discretion 😀 this is also my first smut fic, apologies if it’s not great.. that’s all, enjoy! - tt 🫧

“You look so good, baby.” Drew blurred out. He’d been admiring Y/n the entire night, as they were on their date tonight at their favorite place downtown L.A. Y/n looked up as she drank her wine, catching his eyes.

“Why thank you, baby.” She said giving him the sweet smile Drew loves. Drew stayed silent and kept moving his eyes from her face down to her neck to her chest. “My eyes are up here, sir.” Y/n said tilting her head at him. Drew chuckled at her comment. “Hmm.” He hummed tilting his head back at her. “I'm sorry. I’m just admiring one of my favorite pair of pillows.” He said. “Debating if I should cum on those or my other favorite pair.” Y/n nearly choked on her pasta. “Drew!” She yelled in whisper. Drew chuckled again and leaned back in his chair. “What? It's a very hard decision.” He said shrugging his shoulders. “You know what? I’ll leave that decision to you. I love when you tell me where to cum. It’s different every time.” he smirked, picking up his wine. Y/n felt her cheeks get warm. “Drew, please.” she said shaking her head. Drew loved seeing how shy she got when he talked ‘dirty’ to her, in a way he felt some pride knowing he was the only one that got to see her like this.

Their waiter approached their table before Drew could say anything else. “How are we doing guys? Can I get a check for you?” They asked. “Yeah, that would be great thank you.” Drew answered. A few moments later, the waiter returned with their bill. As Drew reached down his pocket to grab his wallet and started filling out the receipt, Y/n took this time to have a little fun too, maybe even have her own debate question herself. Feeling the shyness start to leave her body, she bit her lip thinking about what she wanted to do after they’d left the restaurant. Slowly, she moved one foot toward Drew, making contact with his leg under the table. She started moving her foot up and down his leg, teasing him. Drew looked up from the table, “Watch yourself.” He said, his voice was deep and raspy, like he was warning her. Y/n let out a chuckle, never ceasing her actions, like she wanted to taunt him, kind of like what he did to her. She knew what this would lead to, so she didn’t want to stop.

All of a sudden, Drew wrapped his hand around her ankle from under the table, making her stop. “Y/n, I’m not playing.” He said again with his deep voice. He’s getting closer. She thought to herself. Deciding to stop for the moment, she obeyed him and stopped. Shortly after the waiter gave Drew his card back, they both got up from their seat and made their way towards the exit doors. Drew kept his hand dangerously low on her back as they walked, keeping her close to him.

Like a true gentleman, when they got to Drew’s car, he opened the passenger door for Y/n and helped her get in safely before lightly shutting the door. Once he was situated in his seat, they started making their way back to Drew’s apartment. Y/n decided it was the perfect time to continue her little game. “So I did some thinking.” She spoke up. Drew placed his hand on her thigh, “mhm?” He hummed. “What about, baby?” He asked, glancing at her slightly before bringing his eyes back to the road. “About what you said earlier.” She said as they came to a red light. Drew furrowed his eyebrows at her signaling to be more specific. “About where you should cum.” She said looking at him with her signature innocent look on her face.

Drew chuckled with a smirk and began nodding his head, understanding her. “And what’s the verdict?” He asked rubbing her thigh. Y/n bit her lip before responding. “I think you should cum inside me.” She said. Drew paused for a second, then chuckled again. “You’re funny.” He said not taking her decision seriously. She leaned over bringing a hand up unbuttoning two buttons of his shirt. She started rubbing his upper exposed chest and whispered, “I’m serious, I wanna feel your warm cum in me.” Y/n can see drew clench his jaw. Oh we’re super close. She thought to herself again. “Babe, you’re playing a dangerous game right now, you know that?” He asked as pulling into the parking garage. “It’s a game I’m willing to play.” She said leaning back into her seat and unbuckled her seatbelt. She reached over to open her car door only to be stopped by Drew.

“Stay.” He said turning off the car and unbuckled his own seatbelt. He got out of the car and made his was way over to Y/n’s side and opened the door for her, making sure to grab a hold of her hand so that she got out safely. Without another word they both made their way inside the apartment building. As they walked through the lobby, Drew kept his hand on her back, guiding her towards the elevators.

Ding! The elevator doors opened, Drew let Y/n go in first, once he was inside he pressed the button to his floor. Without letting the doors close first, Drew couldn’t handle the tension anymore. He lightly pushed Y/n against the elevator wall, smashing his lips into hers. Y/n moaned at the contact. Drew felt her smile against his lips, he pulled away looking down at her lips. “This what you wanted?” He said gripping her hips, pressing himself on her letting her feel how hard he was. “Hmm? Getting me hard infront of the whole restaurant.” He reached down bundling up her long dress then pulled one of her legs up and wrapped it around him, slowly grinding himself on her. Y/n gasped at the contact, feeling herself getting wetter then before as Drew gripped her bare ass cheek in his hand while the other stayed firmly on her hip. He leaned again to kiss her again. Y/n reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. Ding! They heard the elevator chimed again.

Drew pulled away from her as the elevator doors slowly started to open. Y/n quickly adjusted her dress, feeling her cheeks warm from how heated she was. She could feel herself pulse from the activities that just took place. Luckily no one was waiting for the elevator as they slowly walked out. She looked up at Drew as they made their way to his door, she couldn’t help but feel her legs get weak just by looking at him. His cheeks just as flushed as hers. They way he clenched his jaw, feeling her stare. When he reached into his pocket, Y/n looked down at the bulge in his pants, she nearly came at the sight.

As they reached his door, Y/n stepped in between him and his door, and started kissing his jaw to his neck. Her hand reached down and started palming his hard on. Drew paused his actions and groaned, placing a hand on the wall to steady himself. “So needy, baby. Couldn’t wait till we got inside?” He said reached a hand up and gripped her jaw pulling her head up to look at him. She bit her lip and shook her head. “How could I when you look this good.” She said. Drew let out a small laugh, “Oh you’re telling me.” He said giving her a peck. “Had to stop myself from taking you on the table at the restaurant.” He whispered, Y/n bit her lip, still palming him making him let a small moan. “Especially after that little stunt you pulled under that table.” He huffed. “Almost like you wanted me to lose it infront of everyone.” Y/n grinned at him. Loving this side of him. She loved antagonizing him.

“Such a bad girl, baby.” He whispered looking down as the way her hand rubbed him slowly. “Look at you, so desperate.” He placed his hand on top of hers, adding more force making him groan again. Y/n let out a chuckle. “But you love it.” She said. Drew looked back up making eye contact with her. There it is. She thought to herself. His eyes were dark and full of lust. “Oh, you’re in for it now.” He said then lifted her up on his shoulder making her giggle. “Drew!” She squealed. He unlocked the door with his keep bringing them inside his apartment. He quickly shut the door and walked over to the kitchen counter, placing Y/n on her feet against the counter.

Drew wasted no time putting his lips on hers, placing his hands on her ass bringing her close to him, making sure there was no space between them. Y/n already had her arms wrapped around his neck doing the same thing. She moaned into their kiss as he continued squeezing her. He started bundling up her dress with one hand and brought his other hand to her clothed pussy making her gasp into their kiss. “Oh fuck.” Drew groaned. “Acting all shy in public but look at you.” He pulled away from their kiss to look down at how she soaked up his fingers. “So wet n’ ready for me.” He said making her moan again. “Fuck Drew please.” She huffed. “What is it baby? Tell me what you want.” He whispered placing small pecks down her jaw to her neck. “I need you, right now.” She moaned.

Drew lifted her dress over her head and turned her around, lightly pushing her down so she leaned her stomach on the counter top. He paused at the sight, moving forward so his hips met hers. “So fucking gorgeous.” He whispered lightly slapping her ass. He loved the way she moved her hips side to side. So needy. He thought to himself. She started grinding herself on him trying to find some relief. Drew started unbuttoning his shirt, letting her continue her actions. That was until her saw her reached a hand down to touch herself through her panties. He reached under to grab her wrist to stop her. “Don’t.” He said in a firm voice. She placed her hands on the counter top and looked back at him. “M’taken too long.” She said. Drew grinned at her. “You want it?” He said antagonizing her. She nodded. “M’okay, but you’re going to take it then.” He said unbuckling belt. “Better not try to pull away when you can’t handle it anymore.” He said pulling down his pants along with his boxers, letting his hard swollen cock spring out. “You asked for it.” He said before pulling her panties to the side.

Y/n leaned back down on the counter, keeping her hands on top to steady herself. Drew rubbed the tip of his cock on her slit causing Y/n to gasp at the contact. Slowly he started inserting himself in her. Drew can feel her clench around him as she took him in completely. “Oh fuck.” Y/n moaned. Without letting her adjust to him, he started pounding into her.

All you could hear were the sounds of skin slapping against each other along with moans and groans echoing in Drew’s apartment. “So fucking wet, baby.” Drew looked down to see his cock completely glazed every time he’d pull out. “You like when I talk to you this why?” He groaned. Y/n moaned in response, unable to come up with words. All she could think about was the way his cock filled her up. The way he was starting to hit her spot. “Hm? Got you all worked up, you can’t answer me?” He asked. Still thrusting himself into her, he pulled her up so her back met his chest. She hooked her arm around his neck and turned her head to look up at him. “What’s up, baby? Can’t take it?” He asked looking at her face. It was filled with so much pleasure. They way her mouth curved into a smile, trying to respond but would be replaced with a moan. “M’fuck Drew, I’m gonna cum.” She finally let out. She moved back down to the counter, placing one arm on top for leverage and her other hand holding Drew’s wrist, feeling herself reaching her climax.

“Yeah? Cum for me, baby. C’mon.” He said pounding harder into her. Y/n felt the knot in her stomach quickly come undone as she started cuming. “F-fuck.” She moaned, gripping his wrist harder. Barely recovering from her ending point, all of a sudden drew pulled out of her and turned her around to pick her up and carried her to his sofa. “Not done with you yet.” Drew said laying her down on the couch and immediately inserting himself in her. Y/n gasped, “f-fu-too much Drew.” She groaned as he starting thrusting into her again. Drew placed one of her legs over his shoulder, giving him access to go deeper and leaned down to meet her gaze, “I told you, you were going to take it baby.” He whispered, giving her peck. “Said you wanted to play right?” He said giving her kisses down her neck to her chest. The only response he got from her were moans that echoed throughout the apartment.

He began sucking on her breast, giving them the attention they’ve been craving and brought a hand down to her pussy rubbing her clit. Y/n arched her back. “Ohh g-god, babyy.” She moaned loudly lacing her fingers in between Drew’s hair while her other hand clawed at his bicep. “M’could feel you clenching, baby. You’re so close.” He smirked sitting back up on his knees. “Fuck yes.” She managed to say holding herself up by her elbows and looked down where their bodies connected. Drew’s smirk never left his face as he slowly watched her come undone. “Oh my god. I'm c-cumming.” She moaned leaned back down with her back arched. She brought a hand down to Drew’s wrist trying to stop him from rubbing her sensitive clit. He removed her hand, placing it on her stomach. "Just like that baby, coat my fucking cock." He moaned as she came, her legs shook in the process. Drew leaned down again taking her lips in his. She let out a satified moan as they continued kissing.

Without pulling out of her, he grabbed a hold of her arms bringing her up with him. She furrowed her eyebrows at him making Drew smirk. "Ride me." he said leaning himself on the couch setting her on top of him. Y/n huffed with faint smile. "I can't." she said honestly. Drew leaned up capturing her lips again. "Thought you wanted to play, baby." he said before leaning back against the couch. "I'll help you if you can't anymore, c'mon." he said moving his hips up against hers. He's going to be the death if me. Y/n thought to herself. She leaned into Drew placing her hands on chest and shoulders for leverage as she started rocking her hips against his.

Drew let out a low moan as she continued grinding on him. He reached up and cupped one of her breast, leaning into her, he took the other breast in his mouth, sucking on her nipple. Y/n moaned placing her hands on his knees, arching her back slightly, giving Drew more access. She started moving in a up and down motion now, feeling the same knot again for the third time. "F-fuck, baby." She moaned placing a hand on her pussy as it started to feel warm from how much it was being penetrated. "You got it, baby. Doing so good." He said encouraged her holding her up from her hips, trying to relieve some of the tension on her thighs. "Taking me in so good." He said feeling the way she started clenching around him again. Drew could feel himself start to reach his ending point too. "Fuckk, come here." He said pulling her into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her head on his shoulder. Drew wrapped an arm around her waist while the other held her up by her hip and started thrusting upwards in fast motion. "Oh my-yes, baby. Right there." Y/n moaned into his ear, unwrapping her arms from his neck and squeezed his shoulders. "Yeah? You like that, baby?" he groaned. " Yes-oh my-." She couldn’t finish her sentence. Drew already knew what she was going to say as she started clenching him harder. "Cum, baby. C'mon you got it." he said looking up at her face. He loved watching the way she came undone. He loved the way she'd arch her back with her mouth wide open, staying silent for a moment before moaning loudly as she came. Y/n gasped as she felt herself cum all over his cock again for the third time. She knew Drew was close to cumming too so with small strength she had left she started rocking her hips on him again, faster than earlier. Drew moaned gripping her hips tighter. "Ahh fuck." he groaned. "Cum in me, baby." Y/n moaned placing a hand on his jaw. Drew locked eyes with her. "F-fuck. You mean it?" he asked. Y/n smirked, "Yes, Drew. I want to feel your cum, please." She said.

Drew gripped her hips again making her grind on him even faster. It didn’t take long for him to cum in her. "Oh fuck, baby." he moaned with his eyes closed shut. He held her hips down, stopping her from moving as he shot up in her. Y/n sighed with a smile loving the feeling of his warm cum inside her.

Drew finally opened his eyes after a couple seconds, seeing the satisfied smile on Y/n's face. "That what you wanted?" He asked leaning up to kiss her. Y/n moaned against his lips. "Yes." She answered. Drew smirked. "Such a dirty girl, wanting me to cum inside you." he said leaning back down on the couch admiring the way she looked on top of him. Y/n gave him a tired smile as they locked eyes for a moment. "So fucking pretty." he added rubbing his hands on her sore thighs.

Y/n looked down noticing her panties were still on. She chuckled. “You could’ve at least taken off my underwear you know.” She said. “There was no time. Gettin’ me all worked up, faster this way.” He said. “Plus looks hotter.” He smirked. Y/n chuckled at his response. “Such a freak, babe.” She said leaning her head on his chest. “Says the one that wanted me to cum inside her.” He said. Y/n lightly smacked his chest. “Take me upstairs.” She chuckled. Drew gladly wrapped her legs around his waist and started making his way up the stairs to his room. “Round 4 in the shower?” He asked. “Alright relax, Joseph.” She said making Drew laugh.

“Well… maybe.” She said.

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thirteenheavens · 3 days ago

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absolutely LOVED the mingyu's kid asking for a sibling !! can u do one w wonwoo?? love ur works xoxo

Another sibling?|| Jeon Wonwoo

Notes: hope you guys are enjoying my fics feel free to give me feedback

"Mommy, Daddy?" Your eldest child, Minjun, tugs at your sleeve while you're preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"What is it, sweetie?" you ask, looking down at his innocent face. Beside him, your younger twins Jihye and Daejung stare up at you with matching expressions of curiosity.

"We want another sibling," Minjun announces boldly. "Like Uncle Junhui and Uncle Sooyoung have." The twins nod eagerly in agreement, their eyes shining with excitement. "Please?" Jihye asks, bouncing on her toes. "We promise to share!"

Daejung clings to your leg and looks up at you with his big eyes. "We want a baby brother or sister," he says hopefully. "Just like in the stories." You exchange a surprised glance with Wonwoo who's walking into the kitchen. He chuckles softly and ruffles Minjun's hair. "Well, it doesn't quite work that way," he explains patiently.

"It takes time for babies to grow," you add, kneeling down to their level. "But we love you all very much." Their faces fall slightly, but Minjun perks up again. "Can we at least try for a baby?" he asks seriously. "Please?" Wonwoo chokes on his water while the twins giggle at their brother's directness. You laugh and pull them all into a group hug. "We'll see," you say mysteriously, knowing exactly what they're implying.

Wonwoo watches as the children scamper away, then turns to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "So... they want a sibling, huh?" He moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Looks like we've got some convincing to do," he whispers, his breath tickling your ear.

You blush slightly, remembering your children's innocent pleas. "Don't get any ideas," you scold him playfully, though your body responds eagerly to his touch. Wonwoo grins and nips at your neck. "Too late for that," he murmurs. "Besides, they're not wrong. Another baby would be nice."

"I know they're not wrong," you admit softly, leaning into Wonwoo's embrace. "But we have our hands full with three kids already." Wonwoo presses a gentle kiss to your temple. "We'll figure it out," he says confidently. "But I can't deny that the thought of you carrying my child again... it does things to me." His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you closer against his growing arousal. "Remember how good it felt?" he whispers huskily. "The way we made each other feel?"

"I remember," you breathe out, your body heating up at the memories. "But the risks..." Wonwoo silences your concerns with a deep kiss, his tongue invading your mouth possessively. "We'll take all the precautions," he promises between kisses. "But we can still practice."

His hands slip under your shirt, tracing patterns on your skin as he walks you backward towards the bedroom. "Just like we used to," he whispers seductively. Wonwoo groans in frustration as you pull away from him, a playful smirk on your face. "You're such a tease," he complains, though he can't hide his amusement.

"The kids are right there!" you whisper-shout, still laughing. "Besides, dinner isn't going to cook itself." Wonwoo pouts dramatically, but follows you back to the kitchen, making sure to give you plenty of 'helpful' touches as you prepare dinner. "Fine, but we're definitely discussing this later," he promises with a wink.

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gojos-version · 2 days ago

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The taste of your lips..

Pairings- Boyfriend! Satoru Gojo x girlfriend! reader

Summary- the two of you haven’t fucked yet but satoru would never have imagined your first times in the fucking clsssroom.

Word count- 3.4K

Proof read- yes <3

Authors note- Hey guys!! I really hope you like this piece, it took time to write but ahh I’ve had this idea in my head for a while 😭 I would’ve uploaded it way earlier but it didn’t feel like it was done. anyways take care lovelies and please take care of yourselves<3

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It was a peaceful day with your boyfriend, Satoru, the both of you cuddled under a blanket with the heater on, arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled together.

The soft hum of whatever shitty horror movie you were both watching and the almost empty popcorn next to the both of you felt intimate. Comfortable.

Satoru’s hand rubs circles under his shirt your shirt on your hip, his cologne filling your senses; making you snuggle closer into his neck.

You feel him peck a kiss to your head making your cheeks and ears feel hot. You press a soft kiss in between his neck and jaw in response, not seeing the soft lovesick smile tugging at his lips.

You turn your head to face the screen and when you turn your head to the worse timing ever a jumpscare pops up on the screen making you jump against him.

“‘S okay baby, I’m here” he coos, kissing your temple. “I’m not scared it just had bad timing” you scoff, keeping your eyes glued to the screen and fighting the butterflies in your stomach. “Sure.” You can hear the grin in his voice at that. You let out a tsk and keep rubbing circles on his chest.

You haven’t noticed it but the entire time instead of satoru watching the movie, his eyes were drawn to you, your hand, your face, the way your eyebrows twitched, the way your cheeks heated up when he kissed you, the way your brow furrowed slightly while watching the movie, it made his stomach warm up and his heart speed up; almost thumping out of his chest.

Suddenly you shift to untangle your legs with his and you slide a leg over his waist, straddling him. “Watcha doin’, baby?” He grins up at you and you smile down softly at him.

You don’t reply with words but reply with a soft hum, cupping his face and thumbing his bottom lip. You observe how his cheeks flare up with a soft hue of red and you tilt his jaw up.

With that you press your lips against his, sealing both of your lips together, your tongue swirling in his mouth, licking the roof of his mouth and moving down to the inside of his cheek, mapping out his entire mouth.

You feel his hands bunch up to fists against your shirt at your waist, making your shirt expose a silver of your tummy. It definitely didn’t help Satoru that you were wearing his shirt. His shirt.

He moans into your mouth and your fingers snake up to his hair, tugging it lightly. Your nails scratch his scalp softly, earning a muffled whimper as you suck his tongue into your mouth.

Your hips unconsciously slowly grind onto his, eliciting more gasps from him, his eyes squeezed shut. Both of your lungs burned from the lack of oxygen but right now it felt too good to part.

Your hand snakes to his undercut, playing with it and the nape of his neck as you pull away. A string of saliva connecting the both of you and red decorating both of your cheeks and the tips of your ears as you part.

The both of you stay unmoving for a few seconds, chests heaving and breaths fanning on each others lips.

Before you can make a move, satoru slams his lips back on yours and shoves his tongue down your throat. “M-Mpmph!-“ You yelp out in surprise, Satoru grunting against your lips as he pushes your chest against his.

Your perky nipples now hard push against his chest making a shiver crawl up your spine, his tongue dominates yours, swirling both of your tongues together as you try to fight back before his tongue pins yours.

He sucks on your bottom lip and nips at it, his clothed hard cock; hot pushing against your clothed cunt that had formed a big wet patch from how fucking soaked you were. Just kissing had the both of you so hot and bothered and it embarrassed you.

You whimper in response and snake your hands under his shirt and scratch at his chiseled abs and pecks. Fuck he was so fucking hot.

If you keep going lower you’d feel his happy trail. Shit. You could almost cum untouched at this point.

How hot he felt..you slowly push the bottom of his shirt up till his abs are exposed to you, the both of your tongues intertwining together as you unconsciously sink your clothed cunt against his clothed cock.

You hear him gasp out a moan against your mouth and you swallow it up greedily, letting out gasps and moans yourself when you feel his hands squeezing your ass and running over your thighs. It felt good. Too good.

You gasp in sudden realisation. Fuck. You guys are so close to fucking right? Your heart hammers against your ribcage and you pull away quickly leaving Satoru shocked.

“A-are you okay, baby..?”, “Yeah- ‘m fine..just needa use the bathroom” with that you quickly jump off satoru and sprint to the bathroom.

You lock the door behind you and you let your back fall against it; sinking down till you sat on the cool floor. You couldn’t stop yourself from panting, you shivered feeling your arousal drip through your panties down to your thighs.

You’ve never been this aroused before. Even before the both of you have made out or kissed in the past.

You decide to just get ready for bed and put yourself to sleep. Yeah.

The next morning you sit in class you slam your head down on the table. You could’ve finally fucking done it but you chickened out.

“Girl what’s wrong, I haven’t seen you this bummed out in weeks.” You raise your head to see shoko grinning down at you.

“You wont believe this, Sho.” You whine dramatically. thank god it was just the two of you in the classroom at the moment. You were secretly thankful that Satoru wasn’t here yet or it’d be realllyyyy embarrassing.

“We almost finally did it and I chickened out last second.” You cry out holding your head in your hands, “We were so close and I just- ruined it- he has to hate me now I’m the worse!”, “Shit you really did fuck up.”She teases and pats your head. Gee thanks, like I didn’t know that.

“Satoru wouldn’t hate you over that. He doesn’t care about doing it and you know it, he wouldn’t force anything on you, girl. Relax” You let out a hmph in response but before you can say more- speak of the devil- struts into the room accompanied by the others.

You sigh as Yaga starts talking about what missions are coming up and who’s being assigned to what. You can’t find yourself to focus on it though.

Your eyes are drawn to your boyfriend who for once seemed quieter than usual. Maybe even as distracted as you.

What you didn’t expect was for his eyes to meet yours, a red flush flaring up both of your cheeks and with that he quickly looks away trying to contain himself.

You don’t even register when it’s just you and Satoru sitting in the class alone, lost in a trance.

Shakily you raise to your feet and step over to him, gulping nervously. No. You have to do things without being nervous.

“I’m sorry about last night. Let me make it up to you, baby.” You barely even recognise your own voice but you go with it. You see him swallow a lump in his throat, his Adam Apple bobbing up and down, almost like he was nervous too.

You straddle him on the chair and cup his face, humming at his red cheeks and ears. “We have to be quick before the others walk in on us, ‘Kay?” You say sweetly, Satoru nods his head, already half hard.

You press your lips against his with so much passion it makes his head dizzy. You were consuming his thoughts and he felt like he was about to shoot a hole through his pants.

“B-baby-! Are you sure about this..” he gasps out between pecks and without responding you unzip his pants and pull his dripping length out.

He grips the edge of the table behind you, his knuckles going white and his chest heaving.

You pull your stockings down enough, moving your soaked panties to the side and exposing your glistening cunt.

You slide your dripping cunny along his weeping flushed tip, sliding it between your silky folds; making the both of you shiver in response.

Each slow grind of your hips made lewd wet shwaps! Slowly filling the room with both of your panting and your wet cunts filthy sounds as your hips slowly started to speed up.

You kiss Satoru’s jaw and nip softly at it causing him to let out breathy pants and whines. “Shhh quiet, can I sink down on it?” Your cunt eagerly throbs like a second heart beat, his pre cum mixing with your slick all over your pussy and his needy cock.

He nods his head frantically knowing his words would betray him. Slowly you start sinking down on his hot cock. Fuck.

The stretch. Biiiiggg stretch. It almost hurt. You gasp against his neck and you look up to see him biting his lip; hard enough to draw blood.

You keep sinking your hips doooowwnn deeper till eventually his balls are resting in the crevice of your ass. Shivering at the feeling of his sloppy tip throbbing against your womb.

Your pussy lips kissing- more making out- with his pelvis. A lewd bulge making itself prominent in your tummy, showing how deep he was inside of you.

Your slick covering his balls and pelvis as you sit there for a bit, letting your cunt adjust to his huge size. Ofcourse he wouldn’t be Satoru Gojo without having a big long cock huh?

And he? Despite being the strongest he looked like the weakest under you right now.

The way his hands trembled and gripped the table, the way his heart was plummeting out of his chest, the way his face was crimson red and his glasses all crooked. His pupils blown wide and chest heaving like he was just about to lose control of himself.

Hmm.. why not stir the pot a bit? You giggle to yourself before slowly moving your hips up till his tip was nearly out of your puffy cunt then slamming back down with such force- you surprised yourself that the chair didn’t break- watching every single twitch and shiver of his body.

One thrust. And it felt that good.

You gulp down a lump in your throat and whisper into his ear, “Such a good boy f’me aren’t you? Just letting me bounce on your dick huh? Cmon ‘Toru touch me, jus don’t be too louuuddd-” you slur and hiccup out, goosebumps prickling along your skin when you feel a clammy hand come down to your hip with an iron grip.

You were sure to have a handprint on your hip after this. Without warning you start slowly dragging your hips up till his tip was almost out of you justttt to slam your hips down ruthlessly all the way to the hilt.

His free hand that wasn’t on your hip slapped his mouth shut, putting as much pressure as he could to silence any noises coming out of his throat because if he didn’t he’d probably alert the entirety of jujutsu high what the two of you are up to.

His head falls back; leaving his throat wide open to you, all for you to devour. You lean forward, your tits pushing flush against his chest as you nibble and suck at his throat.

Your walls gripped around him like a vice; with each slam of your hips you felt so tight and warm he could cum any second. The thick veins of his cock pulsating against your velvety insides, absorbing everything his dripping shaft had to offer.

He was gonna cum the moment you sunk your sloppy cunt on his hot, throbbing cock for the first time. He didn’t say anything but even though it was the first time as a couple you were both you know- getting to this stage. He was way too embarrassed to ever tell you he was a virgin.

His eyes half lidded and drool seeping past his hand as you keep your pace up, the chair creaking; screaming if it could under the both of you.

He was thankful he could at least hide his eyes behind his glasses, the amount of times they rolled back or squeezed shut in pleasure would be applaudable.

Your body prickles a bit feeling the bulge in your tummy throb as you squished yourself against him. The bulge felt so sensitive it was like it enhanced your pleasure knowing he was making a bump in you, as if he showing the world where he was. How deep inside of you he was.

Your hand squeezes his shoulder and your other one plucks his glasses off face slowly, slipping them onto your face instead.

Even with his hand clenched on his face it couldn’t silence the muffled moan screeching out of his throat. The sound of skin slapping each other and lewd wet slicks sounded throughout the room. Accompanied by both of your muffled moans and pants ofcourse.

You watched as Satoru’s eyes rolled back, “Close, baby?” You hum in his ear and he lets out a muffled string of whimpers and moans giving you your answer. You fucking ride his dick like an animal, like he was your personal dildo.

The thought of that crossing his mind made his veins flare up and heat tighten in his abdomen. Tears pricked his eyes, fat globs threatening to spill down his cheeks any moment. Noticing that, it made your tight hole suck him in begging to milk him dry.

Nonononono satoru- you can’t cum yet. Not yet. He scolds himself but.. when your pace somehow picks up and goes harder, each slam of your hips sending zaps through his body… fuck he doesn’t know if he can control himself.

He doesn’t know if he can even stop himself from painting your insides white.

Both of your thighs and bodies sweaty, slick thighs slapping onto his pants which were drenched. You bring a hand to the nape of his neck and squeeze lightly, angling his head up to yours.

Shit he looked so pathetic it fueled the heat coursing through your body for more..more..more..more..

Before you could even register it that tight coil in your tummy snaps as you’re squeezing his cock like you want to strangle it, your white creamy cum covering his entire length.

You swear you saw not stars but heaven itself. Or white. Pure white. You don’t think you’ve ever cum this hard. Your stupid toys never made you cum this much or this hard.

Your body quivers and shakes above Satoru but him? Oh he’s not any better.

His honeyed lips all bloody and bitten, suppressed by his hand with such force he’s half surprised he hasn’t ripped his own jaw off. Drool dripping down his chin forming a wet patch below.

His muscles flex and bulge as he tries his hardest to keep himself quiet, electricity zapping through his bloodstream like a magnet focusing on his abdomen.

Shit. The moment your tight walls started squeezing him that was it for him. Satoru gojo, the strongest, Satoru no one could touch him gojo, Satoru the strongest sorcerer of the modern age gojo.

He was the weakest right now. His body fully surrendering to pleasure. Pleasure you were providing him. His eyes rolled back to his head as his mind went blank, feeling his high breached.

As your gooey walls twitch and throb around his length you shudder when you feel his warm cum fill your insides. Deep. To your cervix. Filling you with ropes and ropes of cum.

How the fuck could he come this much? What human comes so much after one round?

You gasp and whimper at the feeling before his dick finally stops with one last twitch. “Shit, you came so much, ‘toru..”, With that you gently take his hand off his face and press a soft kiss to his pillowy lips.

When you part, without a word he suddenly lifts you up and spins you around so your tummy and tits were pressed flush against the table, your ass facing him and slimey cunt. You hear a thud and quickly discover it’s him sinking to his knees.

“Wh-what are you-o-oh!” You whimper out feeling his tongue lick a looonggg stripe up your puffy lips. You smack your hand on your mouth once he starts to kitten lick at your lips, circling your clit and putting his tongue flat to get a nice biigggg slurp! Of your cunt which slowly started to drip of his cum. “Mm we taste so good together..”

You, still overly sensitive from your orgasm that you had not even a few minutes ago, had your body on fire and making you buck your hips towards his mouth. “Mmmph-! Taste so good baby..especially mixed with me.” You could hear the grin in his voice, his voice vibrating against your silky walls making your eyes widen and shoulders tense up.

You’ve never been eaten out before.

You certainly wanted to but you were too scared to in case you tasted bad- the angle terrified you too. Like what if his view is not that pleasant… but those thoughts shut down after you got together with Satoru.

He made you feel comfortable and confident for being you, accepting things that were natural and accepting you for you was something he helped you achieve.

Your free hand shoots out to the edge of the table below you, gripping it with force when his tongue sinks into your puffy hole. Fuck.

Your muscles tense up and your hips buck against his mouth pathetically. You hear a loud slurppp! And a shwap!

“Shiit baby, yeaahhhh, want me to make you cum? Is tha’ it?” He sloppily whimpers out, “Shiiitt she’s so loud! Listen to her.” Your body jolts a bit when you feel long thick fingers sink inside of your squelching cunny, scissoring your walls apart while his tongue and mouth envelop your clit.

He lets out a harsh suck on the little bundle of nerves nibbling and sucking like his life depends on it.

His fingers sink knuckle deep into your gooey hole, curling up to your gspot making your legs jump and a muffled cry leave your lips. “Ooohh she’s telling me t’ breed her again..ya hear that?”

That’s when you realise Satoru Gojo, your boyfriend who was very much a virgin was talking to your cunt, not you.

You feel electric zap through your veins, zapping to each other constantly; making you tingle all over. Heat starts piling up in your stomach till you feel your high nearing and nearing closer and closer to the edge.

“Oouuh! You’re throbbing baby..fuck yer sucking my fingers in! shiiitt,,look how slutty you are f’me..”

With each precise drive of his thick digits kissing that spongey spot oh so sweetly..so perfectly..you could feel your high seeping up through your body, a elastic tightening in your tummy ready to snap at any moment.

With each harsh suck on your clit and deep plunge of his fingers into your honeyed slick hole was too much. Before you knew it the rope in your tummy snapped causing your walls to clench tightly around his soaked digits.

Your body shakes and writhers against him, your cum and slick dripping down his wrist; eliciting a groan from him. Slowly he pulls his digits out and releases your clit with a pop! Prepping kisses over any exposed skin he could press his lips against while you calm down from your high.

“You did s’ good f’me, sweetheart..so perfect..” He coos, your breathing slowly starting to even out and become levelled as you catch your breath.

When you blink up and come back to earth Satorus already hovering above you with a soft look gracing his features. Without needing to say anything you cup his chin, bringing his face down to you and press your lips against his, sealing a slow passionate kiss.

“Are you guys fucking done yet? You’re disgusting!” A voice shatters the both of you out of your trances, making you both jump apart and your cheeks and ears flushed red.

How much did they hear exactly…

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I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE MY BABY ALONE

1K SPECIAL - GR63

Semi-public sex + “Feel that? It’s just for you.” + Size difference

SUMMARY: George can’t seem to hold himself back during your date.

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

WARNINGS: Semi public, P in V, size difference, reader is implied to be short, doing it in a bathroom, dry humping if you squint

FEATURING: George Russell x Reader

YOU LIKED TO KEEP THINGS CLASSY, even when it came to your boyfriend. He was an old money type of guy, dressing in fancy suits with his hair slicked back. He was a gentleman at heart— George Russell was the type of guy to pick you up and drop you off at the exact times he said he would, not a minute too early or a minute too late.

He loved you meticulously. It was in his nature to be ten steps ahead when it came to love, keeping you under his control. It wasn’t corrupt, it just kept him satisfied. He liked knowing what to expect, and he liked that you’d never confuse his intentions.

Tonight was an important gala for your line of work. It was meant to be a high end event, meaning all guests were required to dress to the nines. With George as your plus one, this wouldn’t be an issue for the two of you. If you weren’t serving at all times, then were you really being true to yourself? Surely not.

Neither one of you went too out of the way. Sure, you like to look nice, but you didn’t want every pair of eyes on you. Just one pair, preferably from the tall brit you so adored. You found him adjusting the cuffs of his simple, smooth, black suit. He paired it with a navy blue tie to match your dress, connecting your outfits in a way that was both discreet and cute.

He pivoted on his heel; George shot you a slow, crooked grin that lingered as your eyes locked. He straightened out his lapels before gracefully stepping towards you, taking one hand and raising it to his lips. The taller man kissed your knuckles whilst maintaining sultry eye contact. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

You beamed back at him, showing off all your teeth. He was one of very few people you felt comfortable with— At least enough to bear your vulnerable joy. “You’re quite dashing yourself.”

YOU COULD FEEL HIS EYES ON YOU THE ENTIRE NIGHT. He was watching from afar, waiting for the proper moment to strike. You looked too damn good in that dress— It was a floor length, off-the-shoulder dress with a sweetheart neckline. It hugged your body until it flared out just below the knee: a mermaid embellishment.

You chatted to your colleagues with such ease. At the start, George stood proudly at your side as you introduced him to all the individuals you worked with. He was eager to be shown off, finally stepping up to fulfill the title of a man you nonstop talked about. Everyone in your department knew about him, whether it be just from personal accounts or from his own success. George Russell was not an unfamiliar name. But as the night progressed, he slinked back into the shadows, idly sitting at tables pushed into corners of the large ballroom, staring at you fiercely.

You dismiss yourself from whatever boring conversation had been occupying you. The bottom of your dress lightly drags against the pristine flooring of the room whilst you glide over to wear the much taller brit sat, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. He cocked a smile at you, tilting his head to the side ever so innocently. You occupied every corner of his mind, but you didn’t need to know that.

“Sorry this event is so boring,” You say in a hushed tone. George rises to his full height, somewhat towering over your smaller frame. Your eyes shifted around the room before you grabbed his hand. “Come on.” He didn’t know where you were taking him, but he was willing to follow. He was always willing to follow you, even to the ends of the earth.

The idea started to form when you hurriedly ushered him into a family bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. He didn’t have to ask questions, because there was only one thing that shoving him into a single stall bathroom could lead to. The one thing he had been craving all night.

You.

You acted so nonchalant as you stood in front of the sink, briefly fixing your hair. His hands slithered around you from behind, flesh born tools resting on your stomach layered in navy blue fabric. The peak of your head barely hit his chin as he rested it atop you, shamelessly staring.

One of George’s sky palms slid back to your waist, pulling your hips back against him, and pushing your upper body forward. Gasping with surprise, you gripped the sink for support. Your boyfriend hunched over your form, his nose buried so deep within your hair with the intent of breathing in the intoxicating smell of shampoo.

He moved his hips, and you groaned almost instantly. Your pleasured sound was stifled shortly after, and all it took was a quiet, “Shhh.” The acoustics within the small bathroom were impeccable for a singer, but when two bored guests at a gala they were forced to attend were looking to get at it, the sound quality was rather poor, in their expert opinions.

“If you’re too loud, someone will hear us,” He explains in a low whisper, moving your hair aside to press a series of sincere kisses to the back of your neck. You look up into the mirror, mouth drawn into a look of surprise at the sight. He looked like he was starving for you. His attention traveled to your exposed shoulders, which was his last stop before he pulled back.

His slender digits tugged at the zipper on the back of your dress, until it jolted to a stop at your hips. As considerate as ever, George took his time with you. He slipped the item off painfully slow, leaving you in just a pair of frilly panties and the matching bra, your beautiful gown crumpled up at your feet carelessly. Not that you cared about anything right now.

You were damn near stark naked for him, but George wasn’t ready to finish with his relentless teasing. It all had purpose— To dive in without first preparing you went against his moral conduct as your boyfriend. You deserved proper foreplay, even if proper foreplay implied a bit of grinding and groping on his end.

His slacks were visibly tight, a tent forming at his crotch. He held your hips steady, pressing his growing erection against the curve of your ass, squeezed softly into your panties. He shuddered, eyes slowly closing as he savored the sensation. It was hard to keep quiet, which is why a quiet groan managed to slip past his parted lips. He inhaled shakily, reeling his hips back just to press them against you once more. “You feel that?” He murmured like filth into your ear, “All for you.”

He pulled at the waistband of your underwear, before letting it snap back against your unsuspecting skin. Choosing to be nice, given the rush to finish up quietly, George pulls your underwear down to your ankles, letting them settle at the straps of your heels. He, in comparison to you, is adorned with a lot more coverage as he slips his own clothes off just enough to make room for his large dick. He’s long with an impressive girth that stretches you good as he pushes his way into your fluttering cunt.

He can’t fit himself in entirely, about an inch of his poor cock unable to squeeze its way inside. You’re barely holding yourself up as is with your forearms pressed tightly against the cold tile of the sink, sending a chill down your spine.His thrusts are slow, allowing you time to get used to his inhumane size. He knows he’s big, but thankfully he also knows how to handle it. With ease.

George presses his hands against your stomach, unable to hold back the grin that flashes across his lips. There’s a large bulge visible, outlining his length as he thrusts in and out, quickening his rate with every other thrust. “Look at that,” He muttered, hypnotized by the sight he was observing in the reflection, peeking out from beneath your breasts in your hunched over pose.

You wanted to, but it was damn near impossible to open your eyes when he was hitting every sensitive spot imaginable. You wanted to hold out, trying to stifle and settle the sensation of your rising orgasm. It was damn near impossible; you could feel the moan bubbling in your throat, waiting for its time.

“You feel so good,” He groaned into your ear. You loved when George praised you, because his tone was always so soft in comparison to the harsh hammering of his hips. He loved pounding into your tight cunt, stretched around his girth, all while telling you how good you were for him. Anything to woo you, his beautiful girl.

It didn’t take much to make you come, because George knew what he was doing at all times. He was an expert when it came to your body, and he wouldn’t dare disappoint in his area of expertise. His long fingers rubbed circles into your clit, lips attacking your neck to decorate it in hickeys.

Yeah. You two were going to have to get out of there real fast.

“I’m-” He didn’t get much of a warning before you suddenly squeezed him, your walls closing in as your body spasmed. You caught you at the hips, keeping you steady back against him as you finally reached your peak. “Coming!” You squeaked out afterwards, nearly choking on your words.

“Good job, sweetheart.” He pulled out slowly, his still erect cock slapping against your ass. He gave it a few delicate strokes, coating your backside in the sticky substance. He raised a brow at your reflection. “Did this make the night more enjoyable?”

You used the paper towels in the bathroom to clean up your mess. He wiped down your back with a towel soaked in water, and then patted it dry before helping you shimmy back into your elegant dress. Despite his filthy acts, George held his arm out for you, allowing you to intertwine your limbs.

“Shall we?” He smirked, bowing his head politely.

“We shall.”

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Omg I need more of cherry kisses

canada- faking it au

꩜summary: you come to montreal

꩜pairing: fakeboyfriend! lando norris x fem! fakegirlfriend! actress! reader

Canada. Your management thought it would be good to be spotted at the race since the whole hard-launch happened in Miami. You didn’t really want to come, but… you had contractual obligations to fulfil. You dragged David and Isabel with you, for moral support. They didn't know you and Lando weren’t real, but you did plan on telling them, depending on how today went. Alien: Romulus was going well, you’d just finished up filming in LA, and you were off to Hungary next week.

“Why do you have to do this again?” David asked, slotting into the seat beside you in the car. He was reading something on his phone, but he’d listened to enough of your bitching last night to realise you didn’t want to watch cars go around and around in oddly-shaped circles from the garage of the guy you hated.

“Because I like Lando,” you answered plainly, ignoring how lackluster of a performance it was.

“How much?” he mused. You gave him a look, and he held his hands up in surrender. “A lot, then.”

You chuckled. David was great. He was quickly becoming your best mate on set, second to Isabel, of course. Speaking of her, she slotted right in next to him, then closed the door. “Wow,” she sighed. “I am still exhausted.”

“I know, right?” you turned your attention to her. “Training has been brutal.”

The three of you ended up in a very animated conversation about how you were being beaten and bruised by your stunt coordinators, and how exhausted preparation had been for the past few months.

Lando was full of nervous energy. He paced the papaya-coloured motorhome, waiting for his PA to tell him you’d arrived. He hated this. He hated the awkward hugs and pretend kisses, he hated watching the facade fall the second the camera was down, and he hated dragging you all the way to a track just to snap some photos. Most of all, he hated the way his fans were treating you already. He’d seen posts upon posts dissecting every single moment between the two of you, all the comments full of nasty comments and down-right abuse.

“The car has arrived,” Harry (his PA) called from the other side of his driver’s room door. “Do you want-”

“Bring me, please,” he flung the door open and followed behind Harry. This was stupid. The way his heart was practically palpitating was stupid. The amount of anxiety and nerves in his system was stupid. Harry gave him a look, just a subtle smile, and Lando rolled his eyes. “Just… don’t want to be a dick, yeah?”

Harry nodded, a knowing smile on his face. “I get what you mean,” he chuckled. “Just that you’re putting a lot of effort into that.”

He knew Harry was right, and he genuinely tried not to give a shit, but it wasn’t easy. You were just so… you. And he was so… him. He didn’t know how to explain it, but he wanted to impress, and he wanted you to care like he cared. “Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s a you thing,” Harry shrugged. “Maybe just… calm it a little. Don’t scare her off.”

“I’m not going to- oh shit,” Lando slammed the door closed when he saw the first glimpse of you and your friends. God, that was a little pathetic, wasn’t it? Harry burst out laughing and Lando freezed, thinking about what he had done. “I’m so pathetic-”

“Are you actually in love with her or something?” Harry chuckled. He stopped when Lando didn’t answer. “Holy shit you are,” he gasped. “Lando, it’s part of the contract-”

“It’s not. And I’m not, alright? Just… let me get ready for the race on my own, alright?” Lando chewed on his cheek as Harry left with a giggle.

“I’ll send her in,” he smirked and Lando’s face dropped when the door opened and he saw you waiting there.

“Hey,” you smiled with a wave of your hand. “Can we come in or…?”

“Yeah baby, course,” what was he saying? When in the world had he ever called you baby before? He swallowed, hard, and smiled at your friends behind you. “Hey,” he smiled at them, shaking their hands. “I’m Lando.”

“Lando, these are my friends David,” you explained as he shook David’s hand. “And Isabel.” “Thanks so much for having us,” Isabel smiled. “I love F1so this is super cool!”

Lando smiled. If he could talk anything, he could talk cars. “That’s great, have a favourite team?” he mused, a cheeky grin on his face. “Doesn’t have to be McLaren.”

She laughed. “Well yeah, sadly I’m tifosi, so a lot of depression there,” she admitted, and you all laughed. “But I can appreciate the rocketship you guys are building.”

Lando giggled. “Thank you.”

“We’d better head out for the photo op,” David reminded you, a hand on your lower back. Lando stiffened beside you and took your hand in his. “We were behind time getting here.”

“Oh yeah, course-” you started to pull away from behind Lando, but he pulled you back, your front against his, his hands on your waist, all his attention on you.

“Mind if I steal you for a few minutes?” he pleaded, his voice low. “Missed you.”

Your cheeks heated at the attention and you gulped. “A few minutes, yeah sure,” you nodded, then turned your attention to David and Isabel. “You two go ahead, I’ll follow.”

They nodded and left, though Isabel had a smirk on her face and David was clenching his jaw.

“What’s up?” you questioned, dropping from his grasp.

“We need photo ops too,” he sighed, his voice low. He held up his phone and you rolled your eyes.

“We have all the time in the world to-”

“I don’t,” he reminded you. “In 4 minutes Jon is coming in here and I literally won’t get to talk to you for the rest of the day.”

“Make it quick then,” you rolled your eyes, nodding. He hid the flash of a smirk on his lips quite well. Not well enough though. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Whatever you say, pretty girl,” again, what was he saying? “Ready?”

You fixed your hair a little, and nodded. He leaned in and kissed you, your hands holding either side of his face as you both relaxed into it. He forgot about the picture and focused more on kissing you, but he felt the way you hit his leg to remind him. He did actually have to post something about you, it was just a bonus that it got you away from David. He lifted his phone to take a picture of the two of you in the mirror, full-on snogging. He snapped a few and pulled back. You snatched the phone out of his hand and looked through them.

“Theses are… fine,” you nodded. “Post them.”

He snaked a hand around your waist. “Not so fast, pretty girl. I post photo dumps, not singular pictures,” he reminded you with a smirk and you rolled your eyes again. He positioned you in front of him in the mirror, and turned you to face him.

“What is this?” you questioned. He placed your arms around his neck and smiled down at you.

“Shows off the height difference,” he shrugged cheekily and you let out a genuine sigh. “People love it.”

You, again, sighed (quite loudly) and he giggled again. “Come on, pose.” “Tell me if they can see my ass,” you added. He felt that same burn in his chest- indigestion, right? You were wearing a pretty short dress (which obviously didn't bother him) and jacket you had discarded at the door when you walked in.

“No one else sees that-”

“You don’t see that Lando,” you scoffed. “Act accordingly.”

He laughed against your neck and snapped another few photos. You disconnected from each other and he watched your every move. “Anything else Mr. Photographer?” you asked.

“Don’t you need some pictures?” he smirked.

“I need to go get my photo op with my castmates,” you reminded him, but didn’t budge. “David has already texted me one.”

Lando’s jaw clenched. “Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll walk you there, just so we can be seen together and all.”

You shook your head, a practically sadistic smile on your face. “Oh, that’s alright, thanks though.”

The way he stalked your instagram should’ve been studied. You’d ignored his request for you to join him at dinner, only to find out on your insta story that you had gone out sight-seeing with David, Isabel too tired to join you. He felt something twist in his stomach as he scrolled through the pictures. He knew where you were, and a very large part of him wanted to go out just to ‘accidentally’ meet up with you. But he couldn’t. Team dinner and drinks with Zak, checking in on his mental state.

“You’re frowning,” Zak pointed out over their dinner. “What’s up?” The restaurant was one of those nice, up-market places Zak always loved, they served the same food as some of the hidden gems Lando usually favoured, just with a bigger number beside the menu items. Lando had noticed that Zak was one of those rich men that liked to show they were rich in subtle ways. Expensive dinners every night, expensive watches, expensive suits, etc. Lando shook his head, turned off his phone, and sighed. “Nothing. Y/n’s just being a bit… hard to pin down.”

“How so?” Zak mused.

“She’s out with her castmate even though we had dinner plans tonight.,” he admitted, taking another bite of his food.

“Complain to her lawyers, that’ll get you to the top of the priority list,” Zak offered. “And either way, all you need is a photo together.”

Lando nodded, but that bile in his throat burned pretty badly.

Despite your aversion to it, you were standing in Lando’s garage as he got ready for quali. You were holding his gloves for him, helmet to your left, and you felt the cameras on you. It was a bit… awkward. Anyone in their right mind could tell this was a pr move, but still, they lapped it up, for better or for worse. He flashed you a smirk and a wink as he walked over, his lips immediately finding yours when he got to you. “Looking beautiful,” he whispered as he pulled back. “Have something for me, pretty girl?” he smirked.

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes and smiled back at him, handing him his helmet (which he quickly pulled on) and then his gloves. You leaned over the barrier and pressed a kiss to the side of the helmet, your lipstick leaving a mark. You knew people would lose their minds.

So did he.

“Who’re you texting?” he asked, his leg bouncing up and down under the table. He'd been waiting to ask that for a good 20 minutes.

You shook your head and turned off your phone. “Just David. Explaining how F1 works.”

Lando’s entire body stiffened. “So what’s up with you two?”

You stared at him, mid bite. “What?”

“He’s clearly in love with you, you brush it off… what’s going on there?” he sniffled, every single pore oozing insecurity, though he hoped you wouldn’t notice.

You scoffed. “Ha-ha,” you deadpanned. “Hilarious Lando, good one.”

“I’m not laughing,” he scoffed. “Tell him to back off.”

“Tell him yourself,” you dismissed. “He’s my mate, am I not allowed mates?”

“Not mates who put the contract in danger,” he shook his head. Your jaw dropped open at his audacity.

“Do you get off on pulling up the contract every four minutes?” you sneered. “Seriously, do you have a hard-on right now because you get to hold it over my head?”

“It’s not like a forced you into the contract Y/n, you chose-”

“I know exactly what I signed,” your tone was demanding, and he shut up immediately. “And I didn’t sign up for an insecure boyfriend. I signed up for a boyfriend who got posted on my account, and in return, I’m posted on his account. I go to a few races and you come to set. We’re not together. Not for real. Right?”

He nodded. “I just don’t want him getting the wrong idea.”

“I can take care of myself,” you gritted out. “Now butt-out of my relationships, thanks.”

He bit his tongue and continued on with the meal, but he felt that deep unease in his stomach. This wasn't easy, and you seriously weren't making it any easier.

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Ex-husband!Eren who knocks on your door at the scheduled time to pick up your kids, 7 and 3 year olds. He was about to hit the call button when you opened the door dressed up and ready to leave- Wait? Dressed up to go where?

“You look beautiful.” He comments, not hiding the fact he was checking out his wife, yes his wife. You were after all still his, even though legally you weren’t. “I’ll go get the girls.” You nod getting ready to shut the door when he stops it, “Can i uh- use the bathroom? Yea I gotta pee real quick.” He lies offering you that damn ‘up to no good’ smile.

Rolling your eyes, you step aside, “Make it quick, I got somewhere to be.” Eren walks in and heads to the guest bathroom where he knew from instinct. You and Eren had been together for a while, got married a year into the relationship. You got pregnant a year later and bought a house together. There was’t really an exact reason why you guys got divorced, other than the fact that work and life just caught up to the both of you guys. Constant arguments, no time for each other, lots of cancelled dates, etc. The spark was dying, but in your eyes, there was no longer a spark. You were drained of being home all the time everyday, same thing. The cancelled dates- the dates you were looking forward to- was really the last straw.

Eren ended up giving everything to you, the house, the car, the savings, after all, it’s all for you and your kids. He felt like shit when he heard your feelings after being served divorce papers, apparently your ‘one last chance’ was when he cancelled the getaway you set up for the two of you because he had to go on a bullshit business trip. (One he didn’t even want to go to in the first place.)

You made your way up to the girl’s room seeing that your 7 year old is watching tv while laying next to her sister, who is sleeping. “Hey baby girl , daddy’s here.” You smile at her and squat down next to them. It was already about to be 7:30pm and you had to leave by then. Eren told you he was going to be a bit late but he’ll be there.

“Mommy can I finish the movie please?” Your daughter ask you with puppy dog eyes. You’ve seen the movie a thousand times so you know it’s about to end, “Okay sure, I’m gonna go finish getting ready in my room okay?” You tell her with a small smile. She nods and looks a back at the tv. You get up and head to grab a small blanket to put over your two girls.

They already had dinner and a bath just waiting for Eren to come. As you go to leave the room, you run into Eren, who was waking down the hallway to the girls room. “She wants to finish the movie, join her if you’d like.” You tell him as you open the door to your room and sit on the vanity to finish up your makeup.

You reach for your phone to text your friends would be a little late to the dinner plans but you were still going.

“Where are you off to?” You hear Eren say from behind you. You glance in the mirror and see him leaning against the door. It had been a while since he stepped foot in the once shared bedroom, he smiled at how you decorated it.

“A hot date.” You reply grabbing your mascara and putting it on, still watching him, more so his reaction. “Do they know you’re married?” Eren steps closer, still leaving space between you two.

“We’re divorced.” You roll your eyes, closing the mascara and grabbing the blush and your fluffy brush, “besides I doubt they’d care even if I was.” You add admiring how good you look in the mirror.

Eren eyes scan your seated body. The backless black dress you were wearing, how good your back looks. How soft your skin looks, when you lean forward to make sure your lipliner is good. He gets flashbacks of your arch when bouncing on his dick. He sucks in a breath and looks away, every part of you looks good. He’d probably get off just watching you bend your knee to place it on the couch from the floor. He is down bad. He misses you bad. It had been almost a full 2 years since your divorce date. No one could ever compare to you, he gave up after the second date (his friends forced him to go on). They simply weren’t you. His plan? Win you back as a gentleman would or win you back by fucking you so good you remember.

Good thing he can do both!

It was those sweet ones that suggested your daughter to watch another movie before they left (she ended up falling asleep right next to her sister). Those same sweet words that led you guys to share a kiss, well it was supposed to be a simple kiss. Darn those sweet words that had your dress coming right back off as he led you to your shared bed. The same ones that convinced you to let him stay tonight, maybe forever.

“Shit baby.” Eren moans into your ear, his dick sliding slowly back in you. He holds you from under your knee with one hand and his other hand is under chest, holding your boobs while he fucks you from the side. Your back pressed against his chest while he kisses your neck, leaving marks he wants to be visible, moaning and licking your skin.

You mouth was ajar, one hand up tangled in his hair, holding him close, the other reached down your body as you massaged his balls slowly, moaning and begging for more. “D-don’t stop.” You whimper out wanting this to never end.

“Fuck, I miss you so much, want you back.” He whimpers when you give his balls a small squeeze, still fucking you pussy, juices from you gushing all around his dick, squeezing him tight when he hits the right angle. “You still wanna go out?” He taunts in your ear, nipping at the shell.

“N-no, wanna stay here- ohh- with y-you.” you pathetically whimper, feeling your thighs tremble in his hand, “missed you so much.”

“Pussy so perfect, miss her too.” Eren mumbles in your ear before kissing it, then he closes your legs together, and sits up, placing your legs on one of his shoulders. He kisses your ankles while he starts moving again. Not once did he slip out of you.

Your hands move to your ass, spreading it so he could see just how wet you are for him, hear it too.

“You hear that?” He bites his lip, his thrusts becoming rougher, “She misses me too.” He smirks as he spreads your legs wide, putting you in the meanest mating press, and fucking you.

He spent the first few rounds making love to you all over again and again, but this time, he’s gonna fuck you so good you remember. Remember everything and question why you even wanted a divorce, why you insisted you guys needed one.

“Shiitt Rennie.” You whine at the change of pace, using an old nickname as you try to push against his hips. “Uht uh mama, you can take it, lemme hear you say it.” He grunts not stopping, not even for a second.

He’s in so deep hitting every point inside you. Like a man on a mission. You cry out when he slams down once really hard in the most pleasurable way possible before he goes back to the pace he was doing, “You heard me baby,” he stares you down. You half-lidded lustful eyes flicker up at him, “I-I can take it-t fuuck, please Rennie.” You plead feeling your 3rd orgasm coming in fast.

“You wanna cum?” He taunts changing his angle again, your eyes roll back as you nod your head fast. “Who you belong to then?”

“Y-you!” You cry out.

“Who?” He asked again, “Come one baby you can be a little louder than that. The girls won’t wake up, I turned the tv up a bit.”

“F-fuck, youu.” You answer moaning out louder.

“You? Who’s you? Did I fuck you dumb already.”

“I belong to y-you-nnghhEren. To Eren. E-eren, you you you.” You babble out as he hits your sweet spot on and on. Your vision blurs, eyes rolling as he kept going, increasing the pace. He leans down capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, both of you moaning into each other, breaking the kiss over and over.

Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him closer as he digs his fingers in the back of your thighs, your walls flutter around him, sucking him in full. There was a sudden shift in the air, one you both noticed. Eren’s pace slowed but still rough thrust hitting you deep in your womb, his body weight dropped onto you as you both stared into each others souls, “Marry me again, please mama, n-need you.” He murmurs softly against your lips. “Promise you everything will be different, I don’t want anyone else but you-fuck please baby please.” He begs, whimpering, his hip still passionately moving against yours. You were too fucked out to say anything else, “yes, yes Eren, need you, fuck please, wanna cum baby.”

“Yeah.” He moans moving slightly faster angling his hips differently, hitting deeper spots causing your moans to raise an octave, nodding, “yes.”

He kisses you deeply and slowly, his hips moving faster and rougher. Your back arches against his chest, moving your lips against his, accepting his tongue in your mouth, sucking on it slightly until you feel your orgasm crash over you. Eren rolls his eyes at the sounds you are making for him, the only sounds he ever wants to hear as he chases his own release. “Make me a mommy again, want you to fill me up baby.” You whimpered against his lips a very dangerous sentence. Eren’s dilated eyes snap back to your fucked out ones, “Can’t waste it then okay.” He grunts lifting his head to move it towards your neck, sucking it.

“I w-won’t.” You whine as he nips at sensitive spot, moving your head to the side. Eren starts fucking you ruthlessly, not caring about the bed hitting the wall or squeaking crazy. He doesn’t even hear it, just you, the sounds of you. He pushes your legs impossibly down more as he feels his dick twitch inside your greedy drooling fluttering pussy, his knees buckling as he came, moaning your name.

Eren sits up and pulls out to the tip before fucking his cum back in you slowly, watching how you suck him up with ease, feeling how your sensitive pussy is fluttering around him, “fuck baby.” He breathes out, wiping the sweat off his forehead before leaning down to kiss you again, this time a slow one, an “I miss you” kind of kiss. You accept whimpering softly as he pushes his dick deep inside you, resting there.

“Still wanna go out.” He teases pulling away slightly? You roll your eyes smirking, “shut up.”

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angelltheninth · 9 hours ago

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Grumpy Boyfriend Bucky Barnes

Paring: James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, soft for you, protectiveness, grumpy for others, scary privilege

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A/N: This movie brought back my obsession full force.

Grumpy!Bucky always has a scowl on his face even if he's talking to you but those who know him can tell that his voice always softens when he's talking to you or about you

"I don't frown all the time. Only when I need to, which is most of the time. But it's not my fault that everyone keeps pissing me off. And besides, I always have you to make me smile, so I'm not too worried about getting frown wrinkles."

Grumpy!Bucky scares people when he looks at them so you have to remind everyone that he is actually one of the good guys and not there to hurt or kill anyone, it gets really bad at meetings and parties because it creates an empty circle around you

"Better that way no? Least I don't have to look over my shoulder the whole time to watch out for people. They avoid me all on their own. Except for you I guess. You're stuck with me, for live mind you."

Grumpy!Bucky doesn't mind when people tell him that his attitude scares off potential partners, both in romance and in superhero work, he already has a team to belong to, and a really great lover who always makes his days better

"There's no point in trying to please everyone. No one can do that no matter how hard they try. I don't need to attract anyone, I have you don't I? Who more do I need? Well there is my team, I think they're pretty okay with me the way I am."

Grumpy!Bucky isn't easy to fluster even though you try your hardest to, actually some people say it could be an impossible mission, getting the Winter Soldier to blush and or lose his composure in any way

"Care to give it a try? I won't work you know, others have tried. I've been part of honeypot missions before I met you, no one has ever... wait... why would you talk about that in public?! I don't care how good it felt, my friends... teammates are hearing this! Stop!"

Grumpy!Backy only stops frowning when he has something else to do, or he is distracted, for example by a kiss from you, which is one of the only ways to wipe that frown off his face so you resort to that tactic when his scowl gets to be too much for the people around him

"That was a dirty trick. I'm not arguing with its effectiveness, or doubting your strategy, never. Just... maybe try something different when we're in the middle of a serious meeting. Getting kissed like that damages my image. I worked hard to maintain it."

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daxisyzz · 10 hours ago

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Hello!! I just happened to stumble across one of your short stories and I think they are incredible and absolutely adorable 🥹 I had an idea where the reader and Bucky are on a mission, having been mission partners for awhile now. What was supposed to be something simple takes a turn for the worse when the reader gets critically injured. The reader survives, but after coming so close to loosing them, Bucky realizes that he is in love with them. I'm imagining a cute fluffy scene in the hospital together towards the end. ^^ No pressure or anything, and if you can't get to it, that's perfectly alright :D Here's a happy Bucky GIF as payment lol. Have a good day!

heyyy!! Love this idea. Here's your fic <3

Bedside Confessions

Word count: 1.5k+

It’s not love.

At least, that’s what Bucky tells himself when his heart skips a beat watching you laugh across the common room. You’re lounging sideways on the couch, barefoot, wearing some ridiculous old band tee, waving your hands animatedly as you tease Sam about losing a bet. Bucky chuckles under his breath, sinking deeper into the armchair with a beer in hand, pretending like he’s paying more attention to the TV than to the way your smile lights up the room.

It's not love, it’s just...he’s comfortable around you. That’s all.

Right?

He watches you without meaning to, tracks the tilt of your head when you’re joking, the scrunch of your nose when you’re faking being offended, the way you tuck your legs up when you’re cozy. It feels easy. Natural. Like breathing.

Maybe that’s just what friendship feels like when it’s good. Really good.

He doesn't even question it when Steve saunters in with a tablet tucked under his arm and says, "Briefing in five. Bucky, you’re paired with Y/N again."

Bucky just grins. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

You hop off the couch, stretching your arms over your head, and Bucky tears his eyes away fast enough that he nearly gives himself whiplash.

Not love. Just...habit.

The mission seemed simple enough on paper.

A low-level hostage situation in an abandoned warehouse. In and out. Keep it clean, keep it quiet. But nothing ever really goes according to plan, especially when Hydra’s fingerprints are involved.

You and Bucky move through the dark, ruined building with practiced ease, shoulder to shoulder, covering each other like you've done a hundred times before.

You crack jokes over comms, whispering snide comments and bad puns that make Bucky snort so hard he nearly gives away your position once. You were always like that — a pressure valve when everything got too tense.

It’s when you’re clearing the second floor that everything goes sideways.

Gunfire erupts from behind a stack of broken crates, and you shove Bucky hard, taking the lead to draw fire away from him. You always were the reckless one, the one who moved first and thought second because you trusted him to have your back.

You do take the guy down, one clean shot to the knee, but not before another bullet finds you.

Bucky hears it before he sees it — the sickening, wet impact of a bullet hitting soft flesh — and then you're stumbling backward , your face twisted in confusion and pain, your hand pressed against your side, blooming red.

His heart doesn’t just stutter. It stops.

"Y/N!" His voice is a rasp, rough with panic he hasn't felt in years. Not since the worst days. Not since he lost everything once before. His arms catch you before you can crumple, his gloved hands pressing hard against the wound, his voice a desperate, low chant.

"Stay with me. Stay with me. Please."

You try to smile — that stubborn little smile you always give him when you're trying to convince him you’re fine — but your eyes are glassy, and your hand is shaking.

Bucky’s shouting into comms before he even realizes it, demanding evac, demanding medical, demanding anything that will get you out of here faster.

The hospital is too bright. Too sterile. Too slow.

Bucky sits in the hard plastic chair outside the operating room, hunched forward, elbows on his knees, hands clenching and unclenching like he could strangle time into moving faster if he just tried hard enough.

He's still got your blood on his jacket. His hands. His heart.

The surgeon’s words spin in his head — critical but stable, lost a lot of blood, bullet missed major organs by a hair — but none of them make the knot in his chest loosen.

Sam tries to talk to him. Steve tries to get him to leave, even just to eat something. Bucky doesn’t hear them. Doesn’t move.

He stares at the double doors like he can will them to open.

It hits him there, in the too-quiet, too-cold hallway:

He loves you.

God, he loves you.

He loves you in a way that makes him feel like his ribs are cracking open, like his soul is laid bare and all he can think is how he almost lost you and he didn’t even know.

Didn’t even know until it was almost too late.

How fucking stupid can he be?

When they finally let him in, you’re still unconscious, tubes snaking from your arms, machines beeping steadily at your side. You look small in the hospital bed, pale against the stark white sheets, and Bucky feels like a goddamn idiot for not realizing it sooner.

He pulls the chair as close as he can get, leaning in, his metal hand carefully wrapping around your much still, much warmer one. His thumb strokes lightly over your knuckles, afraid to hurt you, but needing to touch you. Needing you to be real.

"You scared the hell outta me, doll," he murmurs, voice low and rough. He smiles, a broken, helpless little thing. "You know that? Always throwing yourself into trouble. What were you thinking?"

You don't stir.

He sighs, resting his forehead lightly against your joined hands.

"I was so stupid," he whispers. "Didn't even realize what you meant to me until I saw you fall." He squeezes your hand gently, like a silent apology. "You're everything, Y/N. You’re...hell, you’re the reason I still get up in the morning some days."

He leans back a little, rubbing his free hand over his face, and then just lets it all pour out — the fear, the guilt, the love he’s been too dense to name.

"I don't know when it happened," he says, laughing under his breath, the sound watery. "Maybe it was the way you always made me laugh when I thought I forgot how. Maybe it was the way you look at me like I’m not broken. Maybe it was just you being you. Loud. Brave. Impossible."

He shakes his head, staring at you like he could memorize every detail.

"I love you," he says, finally. "God, I love you. And if you don’t wake up and let me tell you that to your face, I swear to God, I’m gonna lose my mind."

There’s a pause.

Then —A small, unmistakable sound.

A giggle.

Light. Breathless. Completely, beautifully alive.

Bucky freezes like he’s been hit with a stun gun, eyes snapping to your face.

You're awake.Barely, your eyes are just barely fluttering open, your mouth twitching into a mischievous little grin but you're awake.

And you heard everything.

Bucky’s mouth opens and closes uselessly, his entire brain short-circuiting.

"You little— you’ve been awake this whole time?" he sputters, half horrified, half overwhelmed with relief.

You’re still smiling, your voice raspy but full of unmistakable warmth as you tease, "Maybe. I wasn’t gonna interrupt. It was a good speech."

Bucky lets out a choked laugh, pressing your hand to his lips like a prayer, but when your eyes meet his — bright and sincere and a little watery, he suddenly finds himself looking away, overwhelmed, flustered in a way he hasn't been in decades.

"Don't look away from me," you whisper, your voice shaking just a little. "You're all I can think about too."

His eyes snap back to yours, wide and stunned, and you squeeze his hand with what little strength you have.

"I’m not dreaming, right?" he asks, voice thick. "You’re really here?"

You nod, squeezing his fingers back weakly. "I’m here, Buck."

He leans in, brushing a feather-light kiss against your forehead, lingering there like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he moves too fast.

You close your eyes at the touch, heart stuttering in your chest for a whole different reason now.

But when he pulls back, you blink up at him and say, playful and soft, "Did your aim get worse or something? You missed my lips by like...a few inches."

Bucky stares at you for a beat — and then bursts out laughing, the sound bubbling up raw and real from somewhere deep in his chest.

"You little shit," he says affectionately, shaking his head.

And then —He leans down, one hand cradling your jaw so, so gently, and kisses you for real.

It’s soft at first, tentative, like he’s asking permission — but when you kiss him back, when your hand fumbles weakly into his jacket and pulls, he deepens it with a kind of desperate tenderness that steals the breath from both of you.

He tastes like relief. Like hope. Like home.

When he finally pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, you're both grinning so wide it almost hurts.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," he whispers, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth.

"I'll try," you promise, a little breathless, a lot in love. "Only if you stay close enough to catch me next time."

Bucky chuckles, brushing another quick kiss over your nose, your cheek, your temple, like he can’t get enough now that he’s allowed to love you the way he always should have.

"Deal," he murmurs. "I'm not going anywhere, doll."

And you believe him.

Because for once —In the middle of all the chaos and noise and danger of the world —You’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

Together.

Always.

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keithyp00 · 2 days ago

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When The Quiet Comes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Setting: Post-Endgame, Semi-rural town

Warnings/Tags: Healing, Trust, Emotional Intimacy, Soft Domesticity, Peaceful Slow-Burn Romance, Kissing

Word Count: 1,018

Author Note: Hey guys! This is my first time actually posting one of my writings on a platform (and this one is kinda silly and cringey) but I watched Thunderbolts* on Saturday and it actually launched me headfirst into by Bucky phase again so expect a lot of fanfics in like the next week. Anyways I hope you enjoy it <3

Please do not copy or translate any of my works. Thank you!

The town was too quiet.

That had been Bucky's first thought when he arrived- alone, bags over his shoulder, truck engine still cooling behind him. Not suspiciously quiet, not the kind of quiet that made his hand inch toward a weapon. Just... calm. Peaceful in a way he hadn't expected. He didn't know what to do with that new kind of quiet.

That was until you came along, carrying a stack of books that was definitely too heavy, as well as a grocery bag hung over your right shoulder- one that was tipping your bodies natural point of gravity so you couldn't quite walk straight. You rammed right into him on the sidewalk, the book tumbling onto the concrete with several soft thuds, and muttered apologies started flowing from your lips as well as an awkward laugh as you crouched to gather them.

"God, I'm so sorry. I didn't- are you okay?"

Bucky blinked. He had seen aliens. He had fought a metal man in a flying suit. He had stood toe to toe with Thanos. But he had never seen eyes like yours. Soft. Warm. Unafraid.

"...I'm fine," he'd said, voice hoarse from disuse.

"Good." You flashed a quick, sheepish smile. "First time I've hit someone with 'War and Peace'. I guess that counts for something."

He even surprised himself with the small laugh that bellowed from his chest as a response.

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You didn't recognize him.

That was the second thing that shocked him. You offered him coffee, not questions. Company, not curiosity. And slowly- so slowly he barely noticed- Bucky began to anchor himself around you.

You ran a bookstore on the corner. Lived above it in a cozy little apartment that smelled like cedar and ink. You wore knit sweaters, laughed at your own silly jokes, and had a tabby cat named Fig that liked to perch himself on your shoulder like a pirate's parrot. You talked to Bucky like he was just... a man. A grumpy, awkward, very handsome man with hair that some might deem tragic, but not you.

You didn't ask about his past.

You simply asked if he enjoyed lemon cake.

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Bucky came by the shop more often. At first, it was once a week. Then twice. Then almost daily under the excuse of "running errands" that suspiciously never seemed to produce groceries.

You noticed the way he looked at the world- as if it might slip out from under him at any second. The way he always sat facing the door. The way his jaw tightened when sirens howled, even faintly, in the distance.

You didn't push.

You simply made space.

"Sit," you told him one late afternoon. Rain tapped against the windows, and the power had flickered twice already. "I'll make tea. You can pretend you're a mysterious Victorian man recovering from a duel."

He blinked. "What?"

You gave a grin. "Just trust me. It's a vibe."

To your eternal surprise, he smiled. Not just a twitch of the lips- a real one- small and tired and a little crooked. But real.

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The first time he let you touch the metal arm, it wasn't planned.

You had tripped on the top step of the bookstore staircase, two books in hand and- of course- he caught you without hesitation.

Your hands gripped his forearms instinctively. One warm, flesh and bone. The other- cool vibranium. Your eyes flickered down, then up again, and you didn't move away.

"Sorry," you said, breathing a little harder than usual. "You always catch me when I fall."

His expression changed. You saw the flicker of something behind his eyes- something heavy.

"I didn't always," he replied softly.

You didn't ask what he meant. You didn't have to.

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It wasn't until winter that you kissed him.

You'd been putting up lights in the window and Bucky came to help, grumbling about how unnecessary it all was- but he brought you hot cider in a thermos anyway and adjusted the ladder every time it wobbled under the movement of your weight.

The lighted ended up not working.

You cursed under your breath, repeatedly flipping the switch back and forth beneath your fingers. And Bucky- sweet, quiet Bucky- reached over, tilted your chin toward him, and kissed you without a word.

It wasn't rushed. It wasn't fire and teeth and desperation.

It was slow. Careful. Like he was memorizing something sacred.

"I've been thinking about doing that for a long time," he murmured, lips still brushed against yours.

"Then why wait?"

He hesitated. "Didn't think I deserved to."

You touched the side of his face, brushed your thumb along his cheek. "You deserve peace, Bucky. Even if you don't believe it yet- I do."

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Peace didn't come overnight.

Some days, Bucky still woke up gasping. Some nights, you found him on your fire escape, knees drawn close to his chest, eyes scanning the dark. The palm of his metal arm resting against his thigh, twitching like it remembered something he didn't want to.

But you never asked him to come back inside. You just joined him. A blanket wrapped around your shoulders, a cup of tea between your palms, silent unless he wanted words.

Sometimes he spoke. And sometimes- when the wind was soft and the town was asleep- he looked at you like he was terrified to admit that this, whatever it was between you, might be the only thing keeping him tethered.

So you stayed.

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The first time you heard him laugh in his sleep, you almost cried.

It was a soft sound. A breath of joy. His head nestled into the pillow beside yours, hair mussed, lips parted in a small, crooked grin.

You reached over and touched his cheek and he stirred under the brush of skin.

"What are you lookin' at?" He mumbled, voice like gravel.

"You," you whispered, smiling. "You were dreaming."

"Was I?" He blinked blearily. "About what?"

"I don't know," you smiled, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. "But you were happy."

He was quiet for a long time. Then, voice low, he said, "You were in it."

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