#in this one he doesn't even mention the date

[annoyingsmartass]

Stupid Dress Doesn't Fit (18+)

Synopsis: While getting ready for an event, Caleb walks into your room to see if you’re ready, only to find you standing in front of the mirror, mascara smudged, tears streaming down your face, as you stare back at yourself, completely hating the way you look in the tight dress. Caleb ensures you know just how good you actually look, with or without the dress on.

Pairing: Caleb x femChubby!Reader

Wc: 1.8K words

Tags: Caleb x femChubby!Reader, insecure!Reader, smut, unprotected sex, mdni, fingering (fem receiving), use of Pipsqueak Pips and Pretty Girl, established relationship, piv, dirty talk, mentions of body dysmorphia and insecurity, Caleb reassures Reader, crying because of body, squirting (kind of?), creampie, mirror sex, lmk if I missed anything!

Notes: This is my very first fic! I’ve wanted to get into writing for a while now, so I decided, what the heck! Suggestions and tips are welcome, just please be kind! Thank you! <3

You loved getting dressed up. But you also hated it at the same time.

Seeing all those beautiful dresses online, shopping for them, and thinking, “Oh my gosh! That dress is so cute on her!” and then ordering it, trying it on, and it not fitting the right way at all. It’s not fair how those models wear it so perfectly, and then the second you put it on, it looks as if you’re wearing a really bad Halloween costume from when you were 13. 

That’s exactly the predicament you find yourself in on this Friday evening. After barely getting this new dress over your chest, shimmying it down over your tummy, and getting the skirt past your butt and thighs, you look into the mirror and feel like a lumpy sack of potatoes.

“What the hell? This is not how it looked online,” you huffed out, fuming because you did not have enough time to find another dress. You felt that familiar burning sensation building up behind your eyes, and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. Great, your fresh face of makeup was probably ruined now.

You looked over the way your tummy was visible through the front of the dress, the way your love handles made your sides look lumpy, and let’s not forget about how your thighs were practically spilling out of the skirt. You didn’t even want to go anymore, let alone let Caleb see you like this.

Sure, you two had been dating for a couple of months, and it’s not like you hadn’t had sex, but every time you did, you insisted on having the lights off, and who was Caleb to make you feel uncomfortable by denying your request? Some part of you knew that Caleb wouldn’t care in the slightest about your tummy or love handles; in fact, he would probably appreciate them (more to love, right?). But you didn’t want to risk it, because all of your past relationships always made you feel so insecure, like your worth was less than because of your size.

You’re suddenly yanked out of your self-deprecating thoughts by the sound of a soft knock and the opening of your door. Your tear-stained face whips around to find Caleb standing in your doorway, a white dress shirt stretched across his broad chest, straining against his biceps, complete with a blue tie and dress pants, a confused look written across his face.

He rushes forward when he sees more tears fall from your eyes, a look of concern filling his. “Pips, hey, what’s wrong? Why is my beautiful girl crying?” he asks with a soft voice, taking your hands into his. That statement only makes you cry harder, your face turning away from him, trying to escape his grasp.

He takes both of your wrists in one hand, using the other to gently grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Hey, answer me, pretty girl,” he says, a small, reassuring smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry,” is all you manage to get out between sobs. “It’s okay, take your time, just tell me what’s wrong, Pips,” Caleb says, wiping your tears away with his thumb. 

“It’s just, I’m sorry, I’m not ready, and I hate this dress and how it looks on me, and I’m sorry you have to go out with me looking like this-” you’re cut off by a kiss, his lips meeting yours gently, but with a purpose. 

As he pulls away, his eyes don’t leave yours. “What are you even talking about? This dress? It looks fucking amazing on you, Pipsqueak. And I’m the luckiest guy on the planet to be able to go out with you. I hate how much you talk down on yourself. You’re so breathtaking, and I want to show you just how much I love you. I’m going to make sure you know just how fucking amazing you are.”

Your eyes go big at his last statement, a blush creeping across your cheeks. You swallow harshly as he moves his eyes painfully slow up and down your body. He kisses your lips quickly, one last time, before turning you around to face the mirror, your back pressing against his firm chest. He rubs his hands up and down your arms slowly, goosebumps left in their wake. 

“Look how pretty my Pips is in this blue dress, the way it hugs every beautiful curve,” his hands move down your sides slowly, accentuating your curves, “how delicious her thighs and pretty tits look in it,” he grabs your hips, slightly rubbing your ass against his crotch. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “and how beautiful she’ll look with it off and on the floor.”

He kisses your neck, biting slightly without breaking eye contact in the mirror. Your chest rises and falls quickly with your increased heart rate. “B-but Caleb, can’t we just go over to the bed if we’re going to do this? In front of the mirror is going to be embarrassing,” you mutter out, eyes darting down to the floor. 

“Nah, I’m going to show you just how much I appreciate this beautiful body, and you’re going to watch until you believe it yourself,” he says with a smirk. You bite your bottom lip, knowing that if you actually wanted to stop, he would in a heartbeat. But, there’s a part of you that wants to give in, wants to let him worship your body. So you let him continue.

He begins to unzip the back of your dress, sliding it down your body painfully slow. He savors every second of it, the way it lets your lacy panties and bra set show, and the way it bears you on display for him. You can feel the bulge in his pants against your backside now, making you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. His hands leave your body for a second, undoing his tie and dress shirt, letting them fall to the floor. 

“So pretty for me, Pips,” he mutters out, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it slide to the floor as well. He holds back for a split second before his hands are on your boobs, kneading them as they fill his entire hands. You arch into his touch, a small moan slipping past your lips.

“Eyes up, watch how good I make you feel,” he bites out, one of his hands coming up to grab your chin, making you watch yourself in the mirror. With one hand still on your chin, his other hand snakes down your body, moving your panties to the side, and slipping one finger between your slick folds.

“So wet for me already, do you secretly like the way I’m making you watch yourself?” he smirks, finally putting two fingers inside your tight hole. “That’s my girl, so pretty grinding against my fingers.” Your pussy clenches tightly around his fingers, his erection pushing painfully against the zipper of his dress pants as he continues to grind against your ass. 

“Fuck, Caleb, please!” you whine, not even knowing what you’re begging for at this point, just knowing that you need more. “You want me inside of you, Pipsqueak?” Caleb huffs out, his fingers working quickly inside of you. “Yes!” you moan out as he curls his fingers inside of you. Your thighs clench around his hand as he brings you close to the edge. 

“I want to watch you come undone on my fingers first, pretty girl. Cum for me, yeah? Gush all over my fucking fingers, let me see you.” Your back arches against his chest, your legs beginning to tremble. That familiar coil at the bottom of your tummy begins to tighten as he brings you dangerously close to the edge. 

“Fuck, Caleb!” you whine, clenching around him as he curls his fingers again, “I’m gonna… m’ gonna cum!” you moan loudly, watching yourself come undone on his fingers in the mirror, slick gushing around his hand. 

“So pretty for me,” he says as you come down from your high, chest heaving. He gives you about thirty seconds to catch your breath before he’s yanking your panties off completely, fumbling with his button and zipper and pulling his own pants and boxers off. 

He walks you forward, pushing you flush against the mirror, your tits pressing firmly agaisnt it. “Look at how beautiful your tits look like this,” he murmus as the cold glass adds a whole new sensation to your nipples. “Now, I want you to feel how much you drive me crazy, I want you to forget all your insecurities, that sound good?” All you can manage is a nod before he grabs your hips, slamming into you, pushing you even harder against the mirror. You back is flush against his chest as he sets a slow but thorough pace. You can feel every inch of him as he begins to move. He’s mezmerized by the way your ass jiggles as he thrusts into you.

His head falls back as you clench around him, already dangerously close to another orgasm. “Can you hold on for me pretty girl? I want to make this last,” he pleads, a groan erupting from him as you clench again. 

He picks up his pace, a lewd wet slapping sound filling the room mixed with heavy breathing. He drives into you, making your whole body move with each thrust. You can feel yourself getting close, not sure you’ll be able to hold on much longer.

“Please, Caleb, I need to cum, please!” you beg, unable to think straight anymore. The only things left on your mind are him and how good you feel. You can feel his thrusts starting to get sloppier, his cock beginning to pulse inside of you. “I’m close Pips, I want you to cum around my cock inside you, pretty girl. Come undone for me,” he moans, his cock beginning to twitch, “Cum for me.”

You practically scream as your slick gushes around him, your orgasm making you see stars like your were just hit by a freight train. You feel his hips stop briefly, stuttering against you as he groans, his cum shooting in hot spurts inside of you. Your legs practically give out as his body is the only thing holding you up against the mirror.

“Do you believe me now when I say how beautiful you are?” he says with a soft chuckle, shaking his head before putting his forehead on your shoulder, still catching his breath. You nod slightly, a smile decorating your lips.

“Should we go clean up? I’m guessing we probably won’t make it in time now,” he laughs again, looking at the time. The event started 30 minutes ago, and they weren’t great with late admission. You nod, turning around to kiss him again, this time softly and filled with passion. “Thank you,” you murmur, burying your head in his chest. He hugs you tighter against his chest, “Of course, Pipsqueak.”

FIRST FIC COMPLETED!

[chiara-hotel]

Wearing Their Clothes

Characters: Hugo Vlad, Harumasa, Lighter, Evelyn, Miyabi, Trigger

✧ Hugo loves taking his hat off and putting it on your head; he loves just seeing his things on you.

✧ Even if you get cold and he lends you his jacket, he loves seeing you wear it, knowing that you're dating him

✧ Although, if you ever take his hat off of his head and put it on yours? He'll feel flustered for a moment before regaining his composure and teasing you about it. But also he'll feel proud that he's yours, and you are his

✧ His hat often takes trips between your house and his house, but his clothes, however, usually stay with him

✧ If he sees you wearing them, he'll love it, especially if you take his shirts and wear them around the house

✧ I think Harumasa would love it whenever his s/o wore parts of his clothing

✧ For example, if some of his pajamas were lying on his bed, thrown there when he was getting ready in the morning, he would love for you to wear them. They're so comfortable to wear that you can't help but try them. Although as soon as he comes home and sees you wearing them, he falls in love again

✧ Or perhaps if you both wear white blouses, he wouldn't mind if you borrowed his for a day. He might even steal yours back, who cares if its too tight or a little big for him.

✧ He's an anxious person; he desires to always touch and feel you. Having either you wear his clothing or when he wears your clothing, he feels connected to you. It feels as though you're always with him.

✧ Not to mention, seeing you in his own clothing makes him extremely happy

✧ Some items of clothing he enjoys lending you include his pyjamas, blouse, and even his choker occasionally (I like to think he has at least 3 in case of stains and such, so there's an extra for you to wear if needed)

✧ Lighter often lets you wear his jacket or scarf, even his sunglasses, if you need them

✧ He's your number one hype man, and if you wear his clothes, he'll fall in love with you all over again

✧ Oftentimes, whenever you're cold, he'll give you his jacket to wear so you can warm up

✧ He only gives you his scarf if it's too cold out or you guys are somewhere indoors, since he doesn't want anyone challenging you to a battle, thinking that you're the famous, undefeated champion

✧ On another note, he would definitely give you his jacket if you're bleeding, just to cover the wound. This would be so that it can protect you but also so that he doesn't need to see the blood on your clothes and accidently pass out

✧ Oftentimes, you'd take Evelyn's coat without her knowing, so whenever she tries to find it for work, you sometimes have it, and she has to take it off of you

✧ She loves seeing you wearing it, although she does unfortunately, need it to head out

✧ If you ever join her in a hollow, whenever she takes off her coat for combat, you always pick it up and put it on, which she finds amusing (but also glad because it gets the dirt off of it)

✧ If you both are at home she'll let you take whatever from her closet, shirts, pants, hoodies, jackets, whatever is hers is also yours

✧ Miyabi doesn't mind if you take or don't take her clothes

✧ If you take them or don't, she wouldn't really mention it or tell you to stop

✧ She will enjoy when you do wear them, though, even if she doesn't mention it that much

✧ You could take her shirts, gloves, or even her coat and she'll let you

✧ She definitely has extras since she wears the same thing every day for work so you guys could match together

✧ Due to her position as well as her gear, you wouldn't have many chances to wear her work clothing

✧ Although any shirts, pants or sweaters she has lying around are all yours!

✧ Since she's blind, she might not actually realize you took her shirt until either you mention it or she feels the fabric and can't find it in her closet

✧ She doesn't mind whenever you take her stuff, though! She also loves to take off your clothes, so she's happy if you're willing to take hers as well

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ZZZ Masterlist

[cricket-reader]

Glass Hours

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summary: After a series of awful dates, Bucky is fed up with the way each man leaves her bruised. He gets a call late one night and doesn't hesitate to be there for her. Something fragile blooms that night, beautiful as the first snowdrop flowers after a long winter. (Thunderbolts!Bucky)

word count: 4,223

A/N: prompt fill for day 2 @juneofdoom | "I’m worried about you" | Protective

{Read on A03} | what i'm listening to

Bucky smiled as he walked into the common room, where giggling filtered throughout the room. His heart skipped a beat, seeing the woman he’s grown to admire lounging on the couch surrounded by Yelena and Ava.

It had taken a while for her to find her place amongst the New Avengers, but as soon as she realised that they were all just people trying to survive in this crazy world, same as her, she began to relax.

He remembers the first time he caught her in the kitchen, cooking up a feast for breakfast. At first, he had thought she was someone’s fling or girlfriend that they hadn’t mentioned. As soon as she turned around to put the hashbrowns on a serving plate behind her, her entire body tensed upon seeing she wasn’t alone. He’s surprised she didn’t drop the sizzling pan, given how shocked she was to see him standing on the other side of the island with his arms crossed. She clumsily introduced herself as the personal chef that Valentina had hired, disproving his original assumption.

Through the months, the team had fully accepted her into their circle, including her on movie nights and trips to the mall, to training (even if she mostly used the gym to swim) and girls' nights out. And over the months, Bucky has grown closer and closer to her.

At first, it was nothing more than platonic on his end, but then it grew into something more. His gaze lingered on her every time she entered the room, he began to anticipate her needs—whether she needed her morning coffee (with an unhealthy amount of sugar), a steaming cup of tea (usually chai), or some chocolate to cheer her up. He noticed the little things that no one else paid attention to: the way she always waited before talking, hesitant still even as she made herself a home with them; the way she’d always try to make herself smaller, never trying to take up too much space. He couldn’t understand it, not when she was sunshine personified.

“Okay, but look at Todd, though, you can’t deny-”

“Lena!” She shrieks with laughter. “You can’t seriously be trying to set me up with that guy.”

“What’s so wrong with Todd?” Yelena questions, biting her lip.

“His profile is all fish pics and gym selfies!” She makes a dramatic gagging noise before bursting out into giggles with the girls as they look over his profile.

If there is one thing Bucky hates about her, however, it is the number of dates she goes on. Every time, without fail, she is way too good for them. He hates watching her trudge home from another horrific date time and time again, hates watching her creep into Yelena’s room with tear tracks running down her face—Ava booking it to the room as soon as Yelena texts her. He doesn’t understand how these boys (because with the way they treat her, they can’t possibly be called men) could possibly forsake her. Not when she was an angel walking on earth, overflowing with kindness and care, not when she was the most gorgeous person he’d ever had the chance to lay eyes on.

He clenches his jaw as he walks over to the fridge to get his post-workout protein shake. He doesn’t understand why, even after everything those losers online put her through, she continued. She deserved someone that was willing to upend the world for her, someone who would never take her for granted, someone who would cherish her for all her days.

He wishes that someone could be him.

It’s something he knows that will never come to fruition. No, she deserves someone whose hands aren’t stained with blood, whose mind isn’t filled with horrors unspeakable, whose heart isn’t shattered into pieces. She deserves the world, and he is but a scarred man.

“Bucky!” Yelena calls him over, gesturing wildly. “Come look at Todd!”

His hand clenches around the bottle as he turns to face the three girls on the couch. Ava is smirking at him, Yelena is still recovering from her giggle attack, and the object of his affection is beet-red. She stares down at her phone, hair falling down into her face. She nudges Yelena, shooting a scathing glare towards the blonde as Bucky approaches.

Bucky barely chances a glance at the loser on the screen before saying, “You could do better.”

“Look at him, though,” Yelena tries her best not to burst out into another fit of laughter. “I mean, he’s got the smile, he works out and has a body to show for it, he likes fish? What more could you want in a man?”

Bucky frowns.

“I’m not going out with him,” she says. “I’m not that desperate yet.”

The girls giggle again, peering over her shoulder to look at the next guy. Bucky’s stomach swirls at the thought of her going on another date, at the thought of her falling for him, at the thought of them getting married and her completely forgetting about him, abandoning him just as the last person he had fallen for did. Instead of continuing to watch this horror show, Bucky stalks away, dented protein shake in hand.

“I’m just saying,” Alexei says, voice as boisterous as always as he slings an arm around Bob and Bucky. “If the girls all are going out tonight, why don’t we find dates as well? Even John has gone to see his girl!”

Bob shifts out of his grip, “Yelena and Ava are not dating anyone, and John went to see his kid.”

“Well, our resident chef is on a date! We should be out, we go to bar and all get ladies. Easy for men like us.”

Bucky grumbled under his breath, knocking Alexei’s arm off of him. He didn’t think anyone else would be in the common room since the girls and Walker had left for the evening. Staying out in the open was just a strategic move. If she came home early, heartbroken and in need of company, Ava and Yelena wouldn’t be there to comfort her. Which left him to await her return, ready to do anything to take that frown off her face, to make her forget about that stupid loser who wasn’t worth her time.

He’s just about to go back into his room when his ringtone cuts through the room. Her name flashes across his screen, sending his heart racing. He picks up right away, jogging to his room to grab his jacket. “Doll? What’s up? I thought you were on a date.”

Her sniffles cut through the phone like knives to his heart. “Doll?” His voice is laced with urgency and anxiety.

“I didn’t know who else to call,” she murmurs, voice warbled. He can hear how she’s on the verge of a breakdown. “Lena and Ava are busy and John too, and Bob never has his phone on him, and I didn’t want to call Alexei… and I didn’t wanna bother you, but… I didn’t have anyone else. I’m sorry.”

“Doll, tell me what’s going on. Where are you?” Bucky races out of his room to the elevator, ignoring Alexei’s confused shouts and Bob’s worried look.

“I’m-” she hiccups over a sob- “I’m at the bar… The Loft? Well, I’m in the alleyway, but it’s right next to it.”

“I’m on my way, okay, are you safe right now?” Bucky sprints over to his motorcycle.

“Hurry, Bucky,” she whimpers before devolving into muffled sobs. His heart aches as he mounts the bike.

“Okay, babydoll. I’m on my way,” he transfers the call to his Bluetooth helmet—an element he swore he’d never find a use for. He’s never felt more grateful for it than now.

He zips through traffic, weaving in between cars and angering every driver along the way. His mind is focused on her, the sniffling and crying echoing in his motorcycle helmet.

He pulls up to the bar, not even bothering to follow the parking rules listed on the nearby sign.

The sight that greets him is enough to stop his heart. Curled up against a dirty brick wall, the light of his life trembles like a flower. He can’t see her face from here, but he knows the sight of her wobbling lips and tear-filled eyes will knock him off his feet. He approaches slowly, footsteps intentionally audible. He sees her tense, her head whipping up to view the intruder. Upon seeing him, her entire body melts into the pavement.

Rage boils under the surface when he sees the blooming bruise upon her cheek, the red handprint on her arm. He keeps his face dangerously calm as he crouches down beside her. Her pretty dress is torn by the thin sleeve, falling dangerously down her chest. He doesn’t hesitate to shrug off his jacket and wrap her up in it.

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” she murmurs, her words slightly slurred. “I didn’t wan’ you to see me like this… I’m a mess.”

Bucky wants to shake her until she regains her common sense. She has nothing to be sorry for; the only one that should be sorry is the asshole who did this to her. He knows that if that man isn’t, he sure as hell will be by the time he’s done with him. “No need to be sorry, angel. You did good calling me.”

She chokes on a sob. “I just went to the bathroom, Buck… I didn’t think he’d… Why was I so stupid?”

Clenching his jaw, he brings his flesh hand to the delicate skin on her face, wiping away the salty tears. “You’re not stupid.”

“But-” hiccup- “that’s like the first rule of bein’ a girl an’ goin’ to bars. Don’t leave your drink unattended.”

“It was supposed to be attended by that asshole you went out with. He should’a never done that.”

“It was the first time I met him, though, Buck. I… I shouldn’t have trusted him.”

The mere fact that women couldn’t even trust men on the first date was enough to send his skin ablaze. No woman should ever have to fear for their safety like that. “I think it’s a damn tragedy that you can’t trust no one these days.”

“C’mon, doll, let's get a taxi,” Bucky says, offering a hand to her. She readily takes it. He almost smiles at the way she lets out a little yelp at how easy it was for him to lift her off the ground. He adjusts the jacket around her shoulders, making sure that it won’t fall and expose her before going out to the street.

He hails a taxi, and soon enough, they’re sitting in the warm backseat. He tries to ignore the feeling inside him that ignites upon seeing her in his jacket. The last thing she wants right now is more unwanted attention. That doesn’t, however, stop his heart from racing as she leans her head on his shoulder, eyes drooping shut as sleep overtakes her.

When they pull up to the Watchtower, she’s still out cold. He pays the taxi driver and manoeuvres himself out of the cab without waking her. He lifts her into his arms and brings her up to their sleeping quarters. Alexei and Bob are still in the living room, both looking awfully concerned for their resident chef. Alexei opens his mouth, but Bob is quick to shut him up.

Bucky reaches her room and stops at the precipice. He’s never been allowed in there, never seen so much as a glimpse into her tiny world. It feels almost too intimate. He shuffles her around, trying to open the door without waking her.

As soon as he enters, he is overwhelmed by her scent. It seeps into every pore of her room, candles and perfumes and lotions scattered about. They’re all the same scent, that smell that he’s known to associate with her. He glances around the room, noting how it looks very clustered yet also tidy. Knick-knacks line her shelves and desk, and a giant bookcase filled to the brim with a variety of books sits opposite the door. It’s everything he would have suspected of her room.

He sets her down on her unmade bed, gently pulling the killer high heels from her feet. He frowns at the sight of her smudged makeup, knowing that it needs to come off. He feels like an invader as he rifles through her bathroom drawers and closet—not that there’s anything incriminating in there, just average bathroom stuff and an unholy amount of unused bath bombs and salts and body scrubs.

He finds a bottle of micellar water that claims to work on even waterproof makeup, and hopes that this is what she usually uses. He didn’t see any makeup wipes, so it would have to do.

When he comes back into the room, she’s sitting up on the bed, arms wrapped around her legs. He startles her out of her staring contest with the wall. She looks at him, eyes glancing down to the bottle and cotton pads in his hands. Her brows draw together. “What’re you doing?” She asks, rubbing her eyes.

“I was just gonna take off your makeup. Didn’t want you to fall asleep with it on.”

“Bucky Barnes,” she chuckles, wet and sad sounding, “What even are you?”

He furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

“You’re like… like the best man I’ve ever known. You’re so… so sweet and–and whoever said chivalry is dead, hasn’t met you.”

The tips of Bucky’s ears heat, heart thumping erratically in his chest. It has to be the drugs, he tells himself. She would never say something like that to him sober. “Okay, doll,” he says, not allowing himself to believe that his words are genuine. He walks over to the bed. “This is what you use to take off your makeup, right, sweetheart? Didn’t see anything else.”

“Mhm,” she hums, her inquisitive eyes boring a hole into his head. “You looked through all my stuff?”

Bucky splutters, “No–just–I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you to sleep in the makeup. I didn’t see anything, just-”

She laughs at his stuttering apology, “It’s okay, Bucky.”

His heart skips a beat when his eyes meet hers. He can only chalk it up to the intoxication, but she’s looking at him like he hung the entire galaxy. He’s never seen them look so expressive, so loving—and it’s him that she’s looking at. The makeup comes off surprisingly easily, given how gentle he’s being. And when he’s finished, he finds that she’s still looking at him with that same expression, equal parts content and reverent.

He clears his throat when he realises he’s been staring too long. Getting up to throw away the dirty cotton pads and return the bottle to the bathroom, he is stopped by her hand reaching out to grab his vibranium hand. He instantly stills, turning back to look at the delicate thing resting in such a dangerous weapon.

“Please don’t leave me, Buck. I don’ wanna be alone tonight.”

He swallows past the emotion wedged in his throat, knowing that this is a huge leap for her. It’s the inebriation, he knows, but some part of him preens at the way she’s asking for his help—something she rarely allows herself to ask of anyone.

“Okay, doll. Do you wanna get into something more comfortable?” Bucky asks, eyes dropping down to see that the right side of the dress had fallen down again, the jacket hanging loosely off her frame. He quickly averts his eyes.

She nods, stumbling to her feet and ambling over to the closet. He watches her grab a huge sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. He has to tamp down the protective instinct to follow her into the bathroom to make sure she doesn’t pass out and hit her head. He settles for listening to her, hearing the way she hums as the clothing rustles and plops onto the floor.

When she emerges from the bathroom, swallowed up in that giant hoodie, his mouth dries. He’d been looking for that hoodie for ages. He had declared his search a lost cause after the resident hoodie stealer (Ava) had denied having it. This whole time, it was squirreled away in her room.

“Nice hoodie,” he can’t help but comment, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Thanks!” She chirps, flopping dramatically onto the bed. “Ava gave it to me.”

Bucky shakes his head; he should have known.

“Used to smell really good, but now it just smells like me,” she pouts, fiddling with that stupid loose string that’s still hanging on the sleeve. Bucky’s face bursts into flames, his insides melting. She doesn’t know what she’s saying, Bucky reminds himself.

“You should get some sleep, babydoll. I’ll be here all night if you need me.” Bucky gets up from the bed, ready to camp out on one of her chairs. It’s far from the worst place he’s slept. Besides, if it’d give her peace of mind, he’d sleep on a bed of coals.

He situates himself on her desk chair and watches as she tangles herself up in several soft blankets. She tosses and turns a few times before she eventually faces him. He fights back the smile on his face at the sight of her head poking out from the covers, sleepy eyes blinking up at him.

She frowns suddenly, the space between her brows creasing. “You’re gonna sleep there?”

“Told ya, I’m not leaving you… unless you want me to go-”

“No! I just…” she trails off, eyes drooping shut for a second before blinking back to him. “Wouldn’t you rather sleep in a bed?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, doll. Just get some sleep.”

“Would you…” she trails off, biting her lip and looking at the floor. He sees the apples of her cheeks redden.

“Yeah?” Bucky doesn’t tell her that he’d do anything for her, that whatever she asked, he’d give her. On the off chance that she does remember any of this tomorrow, he’ll need all the plausible deniability he can get.

“If you wanted… You could sleep with me,” she murmurs, hiding her rosy cheeks with her fluffy blanket. Clenching his jaw, Bucky reminds himself that there is no possible way that she could truly mean that.

“Doll,” he mutters, painstakingly aware of how much his heart yearns to have her close after the scare she gave him. “I don’t think you want that.”

“Lena and Ava do it all the time,” she protests, eyes wide and glimmering. Bucky bites down on his lip, her eyes practically begging him to give in.

“That’s… that’s different.”

“Why? I trust you, Bucky, and I really don’t want to be alone right now.” She sniffles a little. “Unless… unless you don’t want to, of course.”

Resolve crumbling like wet sand, Bucky can’t help but acquiesce to her plea. “Okay, um… I’ll just… If you’re sure.”

She opens up her mountain of blankets, inviting him in to stay the night. He shuffles into bed beside her, careful to keep his distance. Her eyes remained fixed on him. Bucky meets her unwavering gaze, tracing every freckle with his eyes. “You really scared me tonight, doll,” Bucky whispers, the confession releasing the heavy pressure that had been put upon his chest since the first sound of her distress came over his phone speaker.

Her eyes dart up to meet his. “I’m sorry,” she says, voice barely audible.

“Don’t have to be sorry,” he murmurs, daring to reach out a hand to tuck away a stray strand of hair. “I’m worried about you, that’s all. I always worry about you. None of those guys deserve you, and… and I hate seeing you get hurt all the time.”

She burrows her head into his chest then, tears burning at the corners of her eyes. “I think I’m done.”

Bucky furrows his brows. “What d’ya mean, doll?”

She chuckles, wet and sad, low in her throat. “I don’t think love exists. Not for me anyway.”

Heart surging with a protective heat, he says, “Of course, it does. You… you’ll find the perfect person.”

“And how many more times am I gonna have to get hurt?” She questions, fingers playing with the strings on her hoodie. “Feels like no one wants genuine connection ‘cept me. All they want is a fling or… or someone to control. I’m just so tired of it all.”

Bucky hums low in his throat, reaching around her to pull her into a comforting hug.

“Why can’t there be more men like you?” She murmurs, eyes drifting shut.

Bucky bites back his immediate thought: why not me? He knows why. Despite how hard he tries, no one will ever be able to look past his blood-stained history. He may be “gentlemanly” and “sweet”, but that won’t erase the fact that he will always be seen as the ruthless assassin that HYDRA forged in fire and pain.

After a long period of silence, her hesitant voice breaks through the room, “Would you ever date someone like me?”

Bucky’s mind blanks, leaving him scrambling for the appropriate response to such a question. Whilst there’s no doubt in his mind that he would, it doesn’t mean he should say such a thing. His silence is apparently too long, for she pulls away from him.

“Sorry, that was… I shouldn’t have asked that. I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he mutters, feeling colder than ever without her body pressed up against him.

“It’s just that Ava said something, but I didn’t believe her, and I shouldn’t have. She always likes picking on you guys, and maybe it was a joke-”

“What did she say?” Bucky questions, heart beating faster. All those looks she shot him whenever he was around her, stealing his hoodie to give it to her, that couldn’t all be by happenstance. Which means she knows, and if she knows and she told her…

“She said that you’re always more grumpy than usual when I go out on dates, that she’s surprised you haven’t asked me out.” She shakes her head, eyes gleaming with mirth. “Could you imagine that?” Her bitter laugh cuts through his heart. “You asking me out?”

“Why d’ya find that so hard to believe, doll?” Bucky asks, hoping his voice sounds more unaffected to her than it does to him.

She raises a brow, eyes sweeping across his face. “C’mon, Buck! You can’t tell me that you’d ever go for a girl like me. Not when you’re like… the most perfect guy ever.”

“That’s not… I’m not-”

“Hush,” she interrupts him. “I’m practically a nobody. You’re an Avenger. I’m just a girl that likes to cook.”

“That’s not what I see when I look at you,” Bucky says, and to her furrowed brows, he continues, “I see a woman with more kindness and compassion than she knows what to do with—someone who always lends a shoulder to those who need it. I see a gal that loves to read, cook and bake. I see a girl who doesn’t know her true worth, that doesn’t realise she lights up every room she walks into. I… I see the girl that has stolen my heart by insisting that I eat your sweet treats and by listening to what I have to say and… well, I could go on and on, but I think you get the gist of it.”

Bucky’s hand is unreasonably clammy, his heart stuttering in his chest as she just stares at him. They stay like that for a while, and Bucky is certain that he said too much. He wishes he could shove it all back down, wishes he never got into bed with her, wishes he knew when to shut his trap.

Bucky sits up when he notices that tears are streaming down her face. Damn, he really fucked this up, is all he can think.

“Shit,” he mutters, heart in his throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spring that all on you-”

“Don’t… No… I just… no one’s ever said anything that nice to me before.” She wipes her eyes, sitting up alongside him. “You… you really feel that way about me?”

Bucky can feel the tips of his ears burning, the apples of his cheeks following suit. “Yeah.”

“I… I like you too.”

Bucky’s heart explodes into a swarm of butterflies. Never in a million years did he think that she’d return his feelings. He doesn’t know what he did to be deserving of such affection, but he’ll do his damndest to be worthy of it.

“Let’s talk more when you’re sober, doll,” he suggests. He grins at her adorable pout. “I’ll still be here in the morning, and I’ll still be head over heels for you if you’re worried about that.”

“Fine,” she murmurs, lying back down and pulling the blankets up to her chin. “As long as you get down here to cuddle with me.”

“Of course,” he says, his heart the most giddy it’s been since the early nineteen hundreds. That night, surrounded by her warmth and comforting scent, he gets the best sleep he’s had since being put in cryo.

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[520-elic]

The creepypasta x a hyperfeminine girlfriend? like she wears long nails and heels and all pink

Jeff the Killer & Ticci Toby & Nina x Hyperfeminine!F!reader

Author notes ; I made the reader have an mcbling aesthetic. I also did Jeff, Toby, and Nina!

Contains; suggestiveness, Jeff being a pervert.. as well as Toby

Jeff the Killer

He will oogle you all the time, so be prepared for that. It's worse since he literally has no eyelids, so you will probably be jumpscared all the time whenever you dress up

HIS HANDS WILL BE EVERYWHERE. I mentioned this in my last JtK headcanons, but it will be tenfold. Your waist, hips, ass, etc. 95% chance he will smack your butt when he passes by you

Even if he hardly gets any money, he will steal from his victims or just pickpockets money for you whenever you would want to go shopping. Or he will take from beauty stores secretly (while getting stares) of whatever makeup product you want

Get ready for your makeup to be smudged almost all the time you're around him because he will try to make out with you

But if you do get genuinely upset at him, he'll try to calm himself down even though he wants to quite literally pounce on you

Jeff likes to watch you get ready. He will sit on the edge of the tub or be behind you while you curl your hair

He'll be more protective of you when you guys are out at night, his hand firmly on your waist while his other one is holding a pocket knife in his jeans

If you think he's already a little shit, imagine how he is whenever you wear shorts that are a little too short or a tank top that shows your bra. If you have a stomach pudge while wearing a crop top/tube top, godspeed soldier 🫡

Ticci Toby

He doesn't have much of a preference for who he dates, usually looking for personality. But he'll be on you aswell as much as Jeff, if not more

Toby loves showing you off as if you're his most prized possession. He will shove it into everyone's face of how beautiful you are

At times, he thinks deeply about why you would ever date him. He doesn't show his insecurity--he doesn't want to seem like a wuss--but he would never imagine you dating someone like him. But all of those thoughts go away as soon as you walk into the room, a small smile on his face

He's following you around everywhere like a dog, so be ready for that

Toby isn't jealous of how good you look. He's jealous of the people who try to get with you. If you're at a party with him and someone tries to flirt with you, he's glaring at them. Hard. He doesn't get violent unless you look uncomfortable for the person flirting with you

He's shoving his face into your tits whenever you wear clothes that show your cleavage LMAO

He tries to help you paint your nails. He'll watch YouTube tutorials on how to file, paint, and give you those 2-3 inch acrylic nails, but it ends up being so horrible that you have to get them completely removed at a nail salon. Or at an ER if he uses too much nail glue

Loves sniffing you whenever you put on new perfume

He tries to hide the growing tent in his pants whenever you pass by him when you brush by him

Nina the Killer

She's happy that she finally has someone to get ready with her. She will let you use her makeup as well as her hair supplies

LOVESSS IT whenever you ask for help with makeup, clothes, shoes, etc. She's probably the most fashionable out of the proxies, so trust her when she's shopping with you

Like Jeff, she will steal makeup and hair products from stores. Nina will also steal a load of those sample perfume bottles from Bath and Body works

Nina is the type to sit in your lap while applying your eyeshadow

You will have kiss marks from her lipstick all over your neck, but she would want you to keep it like that when you're out

You two will basically suffocate the rest of the mansion with the amount of perfume you guys use. It's so much worse when yall are testing out the perfumes

She will love you even more if you bond over doing eachothers hair, listen to the music she plays when she's getting ready, or even do eachothers nails. If you decide to match nails with her, she will flip out and kiss you all over

Match outfits, too!!!

Like Jeff (again), she will also smack your ass if you happen to pass by her. She snickers right after when she sees your reaction

[basementcherub]

I decided to watch the X-Files again recently because I missed Mulder and Scully. God I love them so much. They are my all-time favourite couple and I have A LOT to say about the romantic aspect of the show.

The X-Files never set off to be a romance, and during the show, the producers seemed to try really hard not to make it one for a long time. And that's fair, the X-Files is a show about aliens, conspiracies, and mothmen.

And I can see it: the show doesn't really feature typical romance hallmarks or tropes (or not too many anyway). No obvious behaviours that indicate crushes, no mentions of having butterflies, no chats with third parties who try to push them into bed (or very few), no real attempts at flirting or asking each other out, no Valentine's Day episodes... Even when there is jealousy it toes the line between their professional and personal lives. Did Scully feel more threatened by Diana Fowley on a personal or professional level? I'd argue both. Likewise, a few declarations by Mulder and Scully are kind of related to their professional roles (i.e. Scully saying she wouldn't herself on the line for anyone but Mulder) so there is plausible deniability as to whether they mean it romantically or professionally.

Naturally, later in the series, there are more romantic scenes, but for a long time, there are fewer traditional "indicators" that it's a romance. The show isn't really signaling that it's a romance.

Which, ironically, in my opinion, is why Mulder and Scully are a great romantic story.

All it boils down to is:

- 2 sexy actors with explosive chemistry. That one scene I mentionned where Scully tells Mulder she wouldn't put herself on the line for anyone but Mulder? The way they look at each other conveys a LOT. And it's there throughout the show...Their eye contact, every small touches... there is something there that can't be explained. It's just... there!

- They are two interesting and complex characters while apart, and very compelling when together;

- The Respect. It's there from day 1. Despite Mulder's reputation, she came to work with him with an open-mind. When Scully comes to him with the bites mark on her lower back in her underwear, he is an absolute gentleman and reassures her. Also, they may disagree on fundamental things, but they never say that one thing that's over the line or that is just nasty. You know, the low blow, the one thing that the other is most sensitive about, that makes the other reconsider the very partnership. And they also never talk shit about each other to other people. And with Mulder's reputation, Scully fends off comments more than once. Over the years, they become the one person they trust above all. And there is something really powerful about that.

- They are 2 characters who, despite their differences, fundamentally understand each other and who are always there for each other. They have - literally - gone - to the ends of the Earth for each other.

- From my POV, they just... genuinely seem to like each other and spending time together. On a professional level, they could have gone their separate ways many times. The X-Files were shut down more than once, and yet, they went to great lenghts (sneaking around underground parking lots at night) to keep on seeing each other. On a more personal level, Scully turns down a date to spend some time with Mulder... on episode 5!

Maybe it's just me, but... that's what love is? I don't mean this as a diss towards other types of romances (there are many good ones out there), but I don't think I would have needed to see them getting butterflies, or chatting with a friend about maybe asking them out, or big traditional love gestures. The love shines through. It seems to me like the fundamentals for a profound, lasting relationship are all there.

[artytaeh]

Which Hogwarts house do you think the boys would prefer for a girlfriend?

great question! i'm not sure about this one, but i'll leave my first thoughts here. totally up for debate, lmk what you think about this!

MATTHEO doesn't really care for houses; unlike some of his friends, he doesn't have a special vendetta for other houses. the rivalry is with everyone given that he's a quidditch player, and every team has something that fucking pisses him off during the matches he participates in. dating a slytherin would be easier, given that sneaking in and out each other's bedrooms doesn't require a twenty minute walk; only climbing down a staircase and that's it. i can see him with a gryffindor too, probably because there'd be some petty rivalry from her side that promises some kind of argument that would get him horny. hufflepuff could be an option too; mattheo folds for sweet bambi eyes and someone so opposite to him (in a way that he's rough and loud, with someone who softens his edges). the least probable house would be ravenclaw; mattheo hates smartass people.

THEODORE, opposite to his best friend, would probably keep an eye on ravenclaw. the sorting hat considered putting theo on the house of ravens, and that used to be his mother's house too. slytherins would be a great option too, probably because it's easier to get theodore talking to them—not out of superiority, but because he's on the introverted side and it's easier to talk to theo when you share the same common room, same classes, same places. wouldn't mind hufflepuff is it's someone who grows on him, although it'd take a lot of interaction time—which would have to be the influence of some of his close friends to have a hufflepuff friend they bring along. theo is petty with gryffindors and thinks that everyone is insufferable like granger, has main character syndrome like harry and is stupid like weasley.

LORENZO, on the other hand, has even less prejudice against other houses. every house has a type of girl that his big, big heart finds some charm in. probably wouldn't date slytherin, because he'd venture in the uncharted territories of ravenclaw, hufflepuff and gryffindor. i can see lorenzo falling for the typical sweet being of hufflepuff, maybe chase a ravenclaw who doesn't have time for enzo and sparks a competitive streak. gryffindor might happen with girls who watch quidditch matches and pay attention to him, slytherin's keeper, preventing each extra goal. slytherin girls are more like friends and kinship that he wouldn't want to ruin—he sees them everyday.

DRACO is an obvious answer; only slytherin is the worthy house, superior in every sense. falling in love and perceiving someone as equal are different things, though; draco thinks that the only girl who could deserve him is a pureblood daughter that landed on slytherin. his opinion on other houses isn't nice either, which is a barrier that prevents someone who isn't a slytherin to sympathize with draco, unless you have a lot of patience. ravenclaw is bland in his eyes, hufflepuff are weak in his perception, gryffindor is out of question. but the way to his heart is a mystery that no matter what draco's expectations are, might reveal an unknown path he doesn't expect.

BLAISE would fuck with huffepuffs and gryffindors, honestly. he thinks that the whole bravery and daring speech in gryffindor girls is kinda hot, not to mention his interest with the opposites attract (brief) highschool romance; someone who keeps him on his toes. blaise admires hufflepuffs for their patience and loyalty, which he values immensely. patience is an admirable trait and loyalty is a higher value that only great people have. doesn't have an opinion with ravenclaw, would be into a slytherin girl because like draco, perceives them as equals—as long as they don't act too childishly petty or jealous for his tastes.

[shariasweet]

fck you better but it's jake x reader standing fuck face to face through the wall and bed👀

s.jaeyun x f.reader

i'm going to be so real with you I have no idea what this means (I'm kind of slow) so i'm just gonna write this out thought wise... rather than drabble wise sorry anon ♥︎♥︎ (edit: I JUST REREAD THIS ANS UNDERSTOOD WHAT YOU MEANT IM SORRY 🫩) warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: free use • praise + degradation • mild toxic jake who doesn't want you talking to other guys • mating press • hard dom jake only if you squint • mutual masturbation • the slightest mention of dacryphilia and dumbification

now... if we're talking about fucking standing up then i raise you this: roommate jake and free use .ᐟ after your night together you guys start dating (optional... totally up to you) and come to this little agreement. you could be doing the most boring, mundane tasks—in this case, we'll go with something like washing dishes or cleaning up around the kitchen when he comes home and damn.

you just look so good, he physically cannot help himself. "fuckkkk, baby... 'couldn't even wait till i got my shoes off." he's behind you, arms snaking around your waist as he feels you up—hands groping at your chest or lightly squeezing your neck whilst he leaves marks trailing from beneath your ear all the way to your collarbone.

he mutters soft little curses, apologizing for being so rough (even though he doesn't mean it cause you both know that's how the two of you like it...) and he's clumsily unbuckling his belt, pants pooling around his ankles as he pulls himself out.

he's already hard. he's been thinking about this all day and you look so perfect :( you can hardly register anything before he's tugging your shorts to the side and sliding into your cunt. "yeah?" you're gasping, "'missed you s'mcuh." jake's all huffing into your ear, groaning about how you have 'the best pussy ever,' and how your 'molded for' his cock—only he can fuck you like this. "god, l-look at you… my perfect girl, t-take it sosososo good, baby." it's really obscene; the skin on skin, slapping as he drags himself out only to harshly thrust back in... burying himself to the hilt, slick lathering around the base of his cock.

on the other hand, if we're still into that typical 'fuck you better' au dynamic... then he's totally competitive .ᐟ jake can hear you touching yourself—hell, you're so loud, he'd be surprised if the neighbors couldn't hear your pornographic mewls through these thin, thin walls. he doesn't mind, of course. he's a pervert. if anything, this is just more material for his spank bank—it's when he hears foreign voices he gets curious...

because..? are you... watching porn? he really does think it's awful cute, however, you should know by now, he gets you off the best. what's the need for useless x-rated videos when you've got him just one room over? he laughs to himself—taking it as a sort of challenge.

the next time you begin touching yourself, before you can even whip out your laptop you hear it. you hear him. your phone pings...

S/JY: that video you're watching S/JY: he better not sound better than me. 10:47 PM

on the other side of you, jake's fisting his cock, tugging it sore as he waits to hear your soft little whimpers come echoing through the inch of drywall separating you... and they do, they come loud and clear. he can practically see you everytime his eyes squint in pleasure. he imagines you all worked up—flushed, with your back against the wall as you thrust two pathetic fingers into yourself with your jaw hung, slack-open.

you're basically fucking yourselves together. so in his mind, he's practically still the one making you cum—still, the one who's fucking you best, making you cry his name when he's feet away, not even touching you for real at all. and if you're feeling embarrassed the next morning? well, you will be—there are no if's.

jake's all in your face, "you couldv'e just knocked on my door, porn watching is a nasty habit." "you were thinking about me, right?" "I could hear how wet you were through the wall."

and lastly, don't let him get too riled up.

jake's easily jealous .ᐟ even if he is just your roommate, don't you know that y'all are so much more? if not, it's fine because he'll just remind you. "you really 'wanna talk to other guys? go ahead..." he's already undressing you with his eyes. "i’ll fuck them right 'out of your system, baby." he'll get you folded into a mating press, his arms strongly holding onto the headboard as he fucks into you relentlessly, using all his strength. he takes deep, hard strokes. "cry for me, sweetheart. that’s it. that’s my good girl." the whole time his hair's a mess and his glasses are all fogged up :( he's practically drooling from how good it feels.

you can feel his tip brutally assaulting your cervix and all you can do is babble incoherently because it feels too good for you to even think. which is what he wants... if your brain isn't foggy and your eyes aren't glossed over, he's not doing a good enough job. though, luckily for you he has pretty strong stroke game. I mean he's drilling into you so hard the headboard is banging against the wall and you're seeing stars.

[spikesbunny]

☆ STAR 69

+ warnings: wlw content!! modern au, friends with benefits, mutual mⱥsturbⱥtion, phone sɇx, mentions of fingering

+ ft: nico robin x fem reader

+ wc: 1.2k

+ an: happy pride month to all my fellow lgbt+ folks <3 i wanted to kick off pride month with one of my favorite op girlies (as well as ayesha erotica's newest release)!!

minors + men DNI!

whenever you needed someone, robin was there. always.

she never questioned a thing. her loyalty was like no other to you. coffee dates just to chat, random shopping sprees, late nights tangled in bed. sometimes you two would even shower together.

that was all normal in friendships. but the heat eating at your gut was not.

anytime you saw her, your stomach erupted into butterflies, heat flying up to your cheeks. cuddling with her at night had your cunt growing damp with arousal, nipples hardening into peaks with every soft exhale of hers.

for fucks sake, you had a boyfriend!! these feelings for robin were so new, yet the felt so right. you were well aware robin was a lesbian, and you yourself were bi.

but dating your friend? that was insane! imagine all that could go wrong??

you never said you couldn't practice things with her. kissing, making out, you could always count on her to help improve your techniques.

her lips were always so soft against yours, tongue and mouth so inviting. you couldn't help but get into it, despite it being practice.

she never complained once. her face would always be flushed as you pulled away, chest panting with each labored breath.

she was just helping right?? like the time she showed you how to properly finger yourself, since your useless boyfriend barely got you off. she treated you better than he did.

but she was just a friend.

tonight was no different. you called robin up, in need of her time. her voice.

your boyfriend had fucked up again. who else could you turn to but robin? she always had the right answers, always had the tools to help you regather your thoughts.

you press *69 on the phone. her number appears on the screen. your finger presses the call button, bringing the device up to your ear. it barely rings before she picks up.

"what's up?" her voice coos from over the line.

"robin, hey-" you start, before she cuts you off. she knew.

"what did he do this time" not a question, a command.

"ugh, robin, he's so dumb! i don't know how many times i have to show him how to make me cum, he just, he never listens!!" you exclaim, lounging out on the sheets of your bed as you talk to her on the phone.

a soft 'mm' of thought sounds from her side. "he's a moron. i don't understand why you don't break up with him yet..."

"okay, he doesn't understand my body, but he's still nic-"

"you and i know that's a lie." she cuts off again. you can envision her smile in your mind as she goes on. "not only is he terrible in bed, selfishly so, he also never gets you anything! when has he ever taken you out to a nice date? you know he has that kind of money."

she had a point. you pause, going silent. she was right, robin was right, robin was always right.

your boyfriend was shit. you wouldn't let him ruin this night, or any other nights for that fact.

"what's going through the pretty head of yours?" robin coos.

"texting him. we're through."

"atta girl."

"thanks robin. gotta go, i'mma go fucking finger myself and pray that it gets me off." you say, going to hang up.

"wait" she calls. you pause, thumb hovering over the button. "huh?"

"i said wait." she pauses. "tell me, are you in that pretty pink lingerie set i picked out with you?"

you gulp. "uhm, yea, why?"

"oh, just curious. wanted to imagine what your wearing as you touch yourself" she replies calmly, like what she said wasn't the most random thing in the world.

"huh??"

"i said, i wanna imagine what your wearing as i think about you touching yourself."

oh. oh. your face flushes at her words, arousal slowly slicking up the pretty pink lacey panties you had bought with her - originally for your boyfriend. now they were robin's.

"has he ever had phone sex with you?" she questions.

"no. never... why?"

"wanna try it? ya know, for practice."

practice, right. that's all this was. just like the kissing, and the making out, and the fingering. all just practice with robin. nothing more, nothing less. yet why did it turn you on so much.

"s-sure" you choke out.

"good. now, i want you to rub your finger over your slit and clit. through the lingerie. work yourself up a bit. make pretty noises into the phone for me." she purrs out, her words like gasoline to the fire in your gut. you nod, hitching a breath as you drag your fingers across your soaked panties.

robin chuckles softly from the other line, the sounds of her shorts being shifted down her thighs. you could picture it, the soft fabric of her sleep shorts slowly inching down her plush, tanned thighs. it was really making you needy.

"good, good. slip them to the side, and tease yourself." she coos at you, her breath hitching as you hear a finger dip into herself. fuck, she's getting herself off, just like me....

"now what?" you gasp out, her commands and your ministrations rapidly affecting you. you felt like you could cum from this alone. but you'd hold off, until she said you could.

"press one finger in. just one." she ask, the sounds of her fingers dipping in and out of her cunt sounding softly in the background of the line.

you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth, obliging. slowly, you move your finger, in and out, curling up to press the spot inside you - the one robin showed you how to manipulate.

in all honesty, you were mimicking how she fingered you. because that's all you could think of when getting yourself off. you thought it was because she taught you. in reality, it was because you craved her.

"add a second" her voice calls from the other side, snapping you back to your thoughts, earning her a soft moan as you slide in a second, continuing your thrust. the sounds from both your and her fingers grew louder, both of you panting into the other's speakers.

"f-fuck, now brush your clit for me" she groans. your head falls back into the pillows as you whine, hips rutting against your hand, wishing it was hers, using her devil fruit power on you. but it wasn't, at least for now.

"so close" you whimper into the line, earning a choked chuckle. "me as well... cum for me?" robin ask.

you can't deny her, moaning her name as your pussy spasms around your fingers, phone slipping from your hand. you can hear her own orgasm from the other line, her pants resounding through the speaker.

"shit... did so well for me... much better than that loose screw of a boyfriend, hm?" she ask. you can practically hear her smirk.

"yea.. way better."

"clean yourself up. i'll help you move his shit out of your apartment tomorrow... good night, my love." the line goes silent, robin hanging up.

she had officially broken you. you weren't going to confront her about this tomorrow... but maybe you could initiate a more physical round?

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[ysrjune]

EXACTLY YES!! maybe like an 80s rock x a tiny influence of punk kind of thing…either way i trust you

-🌪️

𐔌 THIS MATCH IS

TRUE. 〃

link 1: for what the dress I was describing. Of course, if you don't like it, you could just imagine another choice ᯓᡣ𐭩

link 2: playlist 4 all the songs I mentioned!

not proofread!

˚⊱ GETTING READY ⊰˚

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White Riot by The Clash and various other songs on your CD player were playing on your stereo in the background as you got ready for prom. You kept your makeup pretty much the same as how you'd wear it on a normal school day, just a little bit more “glammed up.” Your hair was left down and sort of teased. Your mom always said that you looked you were going to he struck by lightning. Really, it was just the look of the 80s for hair. It really wasn't a big deal.. for you, at least.

Rabid by The Damned. Putting on your dress. A nice blue with the top that had no sleeves and beautiful designs. The dress had a lace cover on top of it that was black and had flower designs. You bought a black pair of gloves that went nicely with the dress. You chose to wear your favorite jewlery and hair accessories that complimented the blue color of your dress.

Go Away by Strawberry Switchblade. Sam pages that he's a street down. You squeal and check yourself out in the mirror. Cute! You take photos on your portable camera for memories. You're going to take so many! Wait.. change the song.. this doesn't fit the mood! Great song, though. Maybe if you and Sam break up, you'll blast this every second of the day, but God forbid that.

There is no song for now.. you're just waiting for Sam to come through the door. Your dad comes up and knocks on the door a few moments later. "Sugar, your date is here." He says and immediately walks back downstairs. Now, it was your time to shine. Sam's eyes were glued on the dress, your hair, your makeup—everything. You looked perfect, but he wasn't going to admit it. That's too.. movie like and corny. "You look good." Was all he managed to say.

Your parents took countless photos. Poses on the stairs, outside in the garden, on a beautifully architectured balcony from upstairs that captured the sunset behind you and Sam. Hell, they even took photos of you getting into the car and driving away.

ּ˚⊱ THE FUNCTION ⊰˚

More photos, great. Sam thinks, rolling his eyes as you and him are next in line. It's not like you could even pass. It was sort of mandatory to have your photo taken to get into the place.

He was #serving face with no smile, but he also didn't look mad. Just neutral. "Look, it's Jessica!" You point out your friend and drag Sam with you to go say hi to her and her boyfriend. As you and Jessica fangirl over your outfits, the boys talk about how the music wasn't terrible. "We should get some drinks before they wanna dance.." Sam suggests and Jameson nods. "Agreed, man." He sighs and leaves Jessica with you.

"Ugh. Jerks." You place your hands on your hips. "Yup. What!everrr! We don't need them in order to have a good time. Let's go dance, girl!" Jessica locks your arms together and leads you to the dance floor. When You're Near Me I Have Difficulty by XTC. Another great song. Good vibe to dance to.

Your boyfriends watch you from afar with grins. "They're so dumb." Sam laughs, biting the plastic cup. "Yeah, I'm not gonna dance tonight." James says. But then Give Me Back My Man by The B-52's started playing. That happened to be one of James's favorite songs of all time. It was so catchy, and he liked the vibe. "Gotta go, man!" James smiles and scurries to the dance floor with you and Jessica. "GIVE ME! GIVE BACK MY MAAAN!" He yells while dancing along.

Sam stayed in a dark spot with his friends where he could see you having fun. There was just no way he was going to dance. That is so embarrassing and lame! But who's playing these songs? They really weren't bad at all. Not usually Sam's cup of tea, but he could get down with this music. He glances over to the DJ booth to see no one other than Corey, his best friend. Sam walks over with a grin and punches Corey's shoulder. "Dude, no wonder these songs are alright. I mean, your music taste is kinda gay, so." Sam messes with the blond.

"Yeah, man, they're horkin' up 15 dollars an hour!" Corey yells over the music. "Here's your favorite." Core winks and switches the song to Let's Go To Bed by The Cure. "You're fucking joking. This song was never my favorite." Sam scoffs. "It's alright." He shrugs. "DO DOO DOO DOO DO DOOO!!" Corey sings to the beat. "HEY LOOK, JOSH IS TRYING TO TOUCH ON YOUR GIRL!" Corey points at you, and Sam practically breaks his neck to see what was going on. It wasn't true. "That's not funny!" He smacks Corey. "Come on dude, I was just.. JOSHING you. HA HAAAAA!!!"

Sam was now sort of paranoid that Josh would actually appear and try to make a move on you, so he finally caved and went to the dance floor with you but didn't dance. He was just having a conversation with Jessica about something for a summer job they were both applying to. Sugar Hiccup by Cocteau Twins. It's of your favorite songs! You begged and begged and begged Sam to dance, and he gave in just because you said you'd get high with him later at an after party.

Jameson snuck some #liquaa😝 into the party and gave some to Sam for your sake.. so that Sam wouldn't be such a bitch about dancing. The next song was Eternal Flame - The Bangles. Now, things really did feel like a movie.

"This is so sappy." Sam complains, holding your waist as you slowly danced with him. "Yeah, but because you love me so much, you don't care." You smile up at him. "Yeah.....😬" He says awkwardly. You don't mind. "But seriously, I meant what I said earlier. You look.. uh.. amazing. Beautiful?" He was trying his best not to make it sound fake and forced. "And you look handsome. You added your own touch to the suit." Tou smile. He was wearing a matching blue neck tie to your dress and his suit was black. The shirt he had underneath was.. you don't know. It was hard to tell with the colorful lights.

"Am I gonna get lucky tonight?" He smirks. "Oh my God, Sam. Shhut uuup!" You roll your eyes. Your conversations were just compliments and small kisses throughout the song. "HUH HUH HUH HUUUHH HUH," James ruins your guy's moment as he huns along to True - Spandu Ballet. "Come on guys, you know this oneee!" He says and then keeps on singing along.

James had the floor to himself-preforming a painfully obvious practiced choreography. He was singing along and dancing along. It was funny. He was putting feelings into it, and he was just really passionate about it overall. "You sure he isn't a.. sister, Jess?" Sam asks Jessica. "Man, shut up!" Jess laughed and kept watching her boyfriend.

You took so many photos with your camera and filled in the whole memory. Lots of pictures of Sam, of course! He hardly ever likes to take photos, so now that tonight he was in a good mood, he let you and you took advantage of the opportunity.

Sam takes you to a hotel where almost everyone is staying. Did he get lucky? Yeah.. and he was happy about it, but he was happier that you were there with him for the night. Feeling your warm body and seeing your pretty face before he falls asleep and then seeing it first thing when he wakes. This is heaven.

UHHH I DONT REALLY LIKE THE ENDING.. but here we are sorry it took a jizzilion años..

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[effietrinket1619]

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Hal is the spiders georg of marriage.

He has given up trying to find out who he is and isn't married to. Married to Sinestro twenty-three times? Yeah, that sounds like them. Married to John and Guy? More the merrier. Married to a sun-eater? Why the hell not. Tomar-re, Kilowogg, Salaak? Whatever. Oliver Queen? Sounds like something he'd do. Both Barry and Iris together? Must've been pretty drunk, but okay. Carol? Seems legit. Diana? Uh, if you say so, Hal's pretty go-with-the-flow. Iolande? Okay, now we're going a bit far, but only because that doesn't sound like her, he's pretty sure she's only into women or woman-equivalents.

And some of these aren't, like, casual ceremonies either, right? Not just a party and cake and paperwork and we're done.

He's been psychically bound to more than one spouse, he's got wedding stones implanted in his skeleton, he's gotten bonding tattoos with his spouse's blood in the ink, gotten in ceremonial knife fights, fought Cthulhu with someone, had enthusiastic sex in front of a crowd, rings and stones and bracelets and necklaces, drunk wedding wines that may or may not have been poisonous and permanently altered his internal chemistry, gone through whole courting ceremonies that involved breaking bones and exchanging shoes. At least two of these were with Sinestro.

(In a slightly heavier tone, the only person he flat out won't believe he married is Bruce Wayne, paperwork be fucked. He Is Fucking Not going to let Bruce use this as an excuse to even see Keli, and everyone else is convinced Bruce forged the docs to give him an excuse to take custody somehow.)

(Back to comedy, does Hal marry/date Lex Luthor just to get better lawyers to get the divorce sorted, primarily because asking Ollie would be weird for everyone else involved? Yup. He is exactly that petty, and he managed a very convincing argument that it would tick off Superman. Kon calls him Mom even after they separate and it's only mostly a joke.)

(John is in PAIN.) (Kyle won't let Hal go anywhere unsupervised anymore.)

op how does it feel to be funnier than i ever will?

no fr hal using marriage as a fucking currency is genuinely the most hysterical thing ever of course this man would make literally everything harder by tying himself to basically anything with a heartbeat/equivalent of that. like?? married to half the leaguers, has married people on most diplomatic missions he's gone on (and half of those were probably for shits and giggles lets be so real) and he's still collecting marriages nonetheless.

also like?? i've thought about the whole keli situation because i don't think the lanterns legally have custody of her but, tbh, i'd love to watch bruce try anything to get at her personally. considering that keli can just go off-world if things get sticky it should be fine but legality is a tricky bastard.

but no yeah, him marrying/dating lex luthor feels entirely real if only to get access to a bunch of money and lawyers. do we think he then uses those lawyers to divorce the fuck out of luthor and then leave him with nothing? food for thought.

every time hal mentions a previously unknown spouse of his, kyle gets 5% closer to cardiac arrest.

[midnightquips]

What We Never Were

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Y/N needs a fake boyfriend for her sister’s wedding. Jake Seresin, her childhood best friend, is all too happy to play the part—until pretending starts to feel dangerously real. One bed. Old feelings. A week of dancing around the truth.

She thinks he’s out of reach. He’s just been waiting for her to see him.

Themes: fake dating, bestfriends to lovers, pining, slow burn, fluff, smut, mild praise kink, foreplay, 18+

Author's note: A LITTLE HONEYMOON PERIOD YAYYYY!

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Chapter 5

Part I – Long Time Coming

Jake wakes before you.

He doesn't mean to. Maybe it’s the discipline trained in him but it also helps if it’s after a good sleep. And in his opinion, it can’t get any better than falling asleep with you in his arms.

Your head rests on his chest, one bare leg tossed lazily over his. His arm is snug around your waist, hand splayed across the dip of your back like it belongs there. Your breath is soft, even. He pushes away hair that’s fallen on your face and watches your face, peaceful and content, like you trust him even here.

She’s mine.

It’s not a possessive thought, not in the usual Jake Seresin way. It’s reverent. She’s mine, the way Texas skies belong to summer heat. The way gravity belongs to earth.

A feeling of contentment overcomes him for the first time in a long time.

He bids his time in bed and stays there with you. He doesn’t really want to wake you but can’t help faintly brush finger lines across your spine. He tries to sear the moment in his brain—the weight of you against him, the smell of your hair, how his shirt looks soft on you.

When you finally stir, he leans down to kiss your temple. “Mornin’, sweetheart.”

You blink slowly, confused at first. The memories of last night slowly coming back to you.

Your body against his. The way he touched you. The things he said. Oh god, the things YOU said.

He smiles down at you, like he didn’t have a worry in the world, and perhaps he truly doesn’t when he has you. He traces your jaw. “You sleep okay?”

You nod automatically, voice hoarse from sleep. “Yeah.”

He rubs your free arm. “Hungry?”

You nod once again, “Mhmm.”

You strive to remain composed when waves of overthinking start to hit you. Jake can see the reality of what happened last night dawning in your brain and knows he needs to approach carefully. 

You both get dressed and Jake takes your hand in his as you go out of the room, to go down & greet your family members who are already up and awake.

You separate when you enter the kitchen, letting him make coffee while you sit at the table with your parents. He hums like he does this every morning. He hands you your coffee mug and presses a kiss to your shoulder before taking a seat beside you. All warmth and casual intimacy.

You sip on your coffee quietly, eyes staring blankly ahead. 

Jake doesn't miss the tiny retreat. The contemplation.

She's here, but she’s slipping.

Still, he decides to not say anything. Just smiles and entwines his hand with your again under the table. It grabs your attention and finally, you give him a soft smile. 

I’ll enjoy this for now. You think.

The moment is interrupted when Jake turns to your mom, “Mrs. Y/L/N, I was thinking,” he says loudly, “before we head back, maybe Y/N & I could spend a night at the lake house. Just us. Little tradition before we go.”

“Why, that’s a wonderful idea, Jake. You guys used to love it up there.” she smiles, a little nostalgic

You stare at Jake at the mention of the lake house. It was something you would never have thought Jake would suggest, but your smile widens because despite the abruptness of it, you really did love the lake house. 

He looks at you warmly, knowing you were already on board, “What do you say, darlin’?”

“Yeah,” you say. “That sounds nice.”

The town square hasn’t changed much. A little more polished maybe, but still filled with cracked sidewalks. Familiar shops that smelled like cider were still standing and lined up, even the same diner Jake used to skip practice to hang out in.

You & Jake decided to drop by town before heading to the lake house to grab some essentials and food. You're walking beside him while holding a to-go cup of sweet tea. Your fingers brushing his occasionally. Jake steals glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking. He’s wearing that lazy, easy smile that used to make every girl in school sigh.

You want to lean into it. Just… let go. But a small voice in your head keeps whispering: This doesn’t last. This is borrowed.

You try to ignore it.

You pass the old pharmacy that’s now a boutique, when a tall brunette steps out.

You see her eyes widen.

“Oh my god,” she says. “Jake Seresin?”

He turns and recognition lights his face. “Christy?”

Recognition also settles within you when you realize it’s Christy McAllister, one of Jake’s ex high school girlfriends. 

She throws her arms around him before he can even fully answer.

Jake feels caught and awkwardly pats her back once before pulling away. You stand to the side, watching, trying not to watch too hard, but your fingers curl tightly around your cup.

“You look amazing,” she says, dragging her eyes over him. “I mean, I know socials are there and you’re in Top Gun now but wow.”

Jake chuckles politely. “Thanks. You look good too.”

Christy finally turns to you. Her smile falters for half a second.

“And this is…?”

Before you can speak, Jake’s hand slides into yours.

“Y/N Y/L/N, remember?” he says easily. “My girlfriend.”

You jolt.

She pauses for a second. “Oh. Wow.”

Jake smiles, sharp now. “Yeah, been a long time coming.”

Christy laughs, but there's something edged about it. “Well, that explains it. Everyone always whispered about you two in high school.”

You raise a brow. “Whispered?”

“Oh, come on. The way Jake always hovered around you? I thought for sure you were secretly married.”

Jake rolls his eyes. “Alright, alright. Good seeing you, Christy.”

He tugs you away, hand still wrapped around yours.

You walk in silence for a block before he speaks.

“Don’t let her get in your head.”

“I’m not,” you say too quickly.

But you are. Because suddenly you’re that girl again, watching Jake talk to the Christys of the world and wondering if you were ever someone people thought he’d choose.

Jake doesn’t press but he knows what you’re thinking. He always knows.

You just got back to the truck after getting what you needed. The silence was double-edged. A mix of comfort and restraint. Jake hadn’t pushed but he can tell the encounter with Christy definitely touched a sore spot.

You’re still buzzing, insecurity lingering after the encounter with one of Jake’s ex-girlfriends. How dare she pacify you when in reality Jake never even considered you back in high school.

“You okay?” Jake finally checks-in

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just the heat and all.” You excused poorly

Jake raise nods slowly in doubt, “Mhmm”

“Stop that.” You roll your eyes at him

“Stop what?”

“Acting like you obviously know I’m lying.” You glare at him

“But I DO know you’re lying. So just tell me what’s bothering you.” Jake presses

You mutter something incoherently which had Jake firmly requesting you to repeat again

“I didn’t like how she touched you,” you reluctantly admit

Jake glances at you, surprised.

“Christy?”

You try to sound nonchalant but failed miserably in the following rant, “She had her hands all over you. I mean she obviously saw you with a woman right? Why would she just assume she could hug random men she hasn’t seen in a decade suddenly?”

He smirks. “So you were watching.”

You puffed. “I have eyes.”

He pulls the car to the side of the road suddenly, turns off the ignition.

“Jake—”

He leans over the console and cups your jaw.

“I don’t want Christy. Or anyone else. I want you.”

You open your mouth, some sarcastic retort on your tongue, but he kisses you first. Rough. Needy. Tongue sweeping into your mouth like he’s trying to erase the last thirty minutes.

Your fingers grip his shirt, knuckles white. He groans when you tug him closer.

“You’ve got to stop doing that.” You scowl at Jake

He smirks smugly, acting oblivious, “Doing what, darlin’?”

“Randomly kissing me to shut me up.” You pout

Jake simply smiles, “You get jealous,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “God, I love that.”

You gasp, breathless. “Don’t be an asshole.”

He kisses you again, harder.

When you finally break apart, both of you breathing heavily, he rests his forehead on yours.

“Let me prove it to you,” he whispers. “Let me show you exactly how gone I am for you.”

You nod, throat too tight to speak.

And the car hums quietly around you as he starts it again—both of you a little shaken, a little wild, and very much not done.

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[ladyloveandjustice]

One of the funny things I never noticed when I was a kid but now do rereading YJ is Kon is constantly going through horrible trauma in his comic that the YJ comic will have to comment on--his girlfriend died and now he's freaking out all the time and being overprotective of Cassie (they are not even dating but I guess he just. projected his gf onto her anyway)! He found out that he literally can't age and will be stuck as a teenager forever! He lost his superpowers for a while!

And Bart has this to a slightly lesser extent--we have to acknowledge that his father figure Max got really sick and almost died and he's really sad about it, whoops now Bart is traumatized because he saw a clone of himself get murdered and he's quitting (which technically is within a crossover with YJ but still...the event specifically happened in his title.)

We briefly mention Cassie's school got attacked and her friends died and her secret id got exposed (way more briefly that the others which I take umbrage at) and she doesn't even have her own title.

But Tim is just like. nothing super bad is happening to him in his title (excluding the No Man's land special but even then he isn't like. super affected by that beyond complaining about having to move). he's fine. he never has any external angst we need to acknowledge that affects him on the team. The first time he even has anything even slightly worth mentioning he literally quits--citing 'Batman betrayed me by revealing my secret identity to Spoiler' even though the real reason he was trauma he gained WITHIN the YJ comic itself (getting hooked to a mental torture machine along with the rest of the team and seeing visions of his teammates dying over and over while they blamed him for being a bad leader. for the record). (he sees Kon get DRAWN AND QUARTERED (offscreen for the readers but it's clear what's happening) wtf. I would quit too.)

It's just very funny because these days everyone remembers Tim for the angst and extended mental breakdowns he goes through once he hits his Teen Titans era, but he really the normal, stable one for most of his time as robin, he was generally having a pretty ok time compared to everyone else and he was the most well-adjusted member of any group he was in, with any angst he faced being pretty reasonable mundane stuff or just having to put up with Bruce's Nonsense TM. IMPULSE has more angst and trauma to deal with than him.

[onlyblackorpheus]

 𓀊﴾𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 | 𝕰𝖑𝖎𝖏𝖆𝖍 𝕸𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖔𝖓﴿𓀊

 𓀊- 𝕰𝖑𝖎𝖏𝖆𝖍 𝕸𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖔𝖓‏

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𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 |

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 | Gender Neutral Reader, This is a continuing work.

Once you're in a relationship, he doesn't allow you to pay for ANYTHING.. 

He allowed it before, as you weren't in a relationship yet so he didn't want to seem overbearing (yet he always offered and encouraged you to let him pay for things)

However once you're in a relationship with this man, your wallet will never be opened again. 

He also enjoys you asking him for things. Whether that's a glass of water, a shopping trip or a back rub. He wants to be wanted or even needed by you, in any way.

He loves listening to you ramble, and talk about any of your interests. The light in your eyes as you blabber about any passion or interest of yours is captivating to him. 

He entertains any question or subject you wish to talk to him about, regardless if he is entirely knowledgeable about it (He’ll just let you take the lead)

This man practices subtle PDA, like loosely holding your waist when you're in line. Or rubbing your hand as you talk. He enjoys being close to you, and touching you, though he tries his best to refrain from affection in public. 

He actually really enjoys Halloween, the new ideas and takes on costumes inspired by the past and mythology are intriguing to him.

He likes washing you. Whether that's your hair or body. Like I've said earlier, he likes to take care of you, and If you're feeling lazy that day, he'll definitely jump at the chance to wash you. It's therapeutic to him.

He relishes spoiling you, but does respect your boundaries. If you say you don’t want to be spoiled, he’ll respect it. Sorta

He won’t buy something obnoxious like an entire house, but if you mention wanting a new phone, the next day you’ll have the newest one.

He truthfully appreciates a lot of modern music. More particularly conscious rap. It's enjoyable picking apart the lyrics. Just like poetry, and like any form of literary writing he’s enraptured.

Adores reading dates. He enjoys sitting quietly with you, both of you lost in your own books. It's pure heaven.

Whenever you compliment him, he'll get a a little cocky and smug. He won't show it at least obviously, but there are subtle signs. (he makes snide comments to his sibling about what they lack compared to him, using you as a reference)

He will have a smug smirk whenever you get flustered or visibly affected by him. He’ll tease you, with that damn smirk too.

...

𝕿𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉

𓀏- 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 | 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖘

𓀏 - 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𓀏 - 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘 - 𓀏

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[yushi-ni]

ᯓᢉ𐭩 dating OH SION

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requested!! dating oh sion ㅤꨄ︎ established relationship!!! fluff, mentions of kissing - pda but no full on card games!!

hiii loves!!! here’s a cute little sion headcannons. for some reason headcannons are so fun and ‘easy’ to write. i can add so many random thoughts into one thing it’s amazing hahahaha anyways!!! i hope you like this one and definitely lmk if you do. as always any form of interaction is highly appreciated. xoxo

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⚝ dating sion means endless support and adoration as you both grow and learn about each other every single day. no matter how long you have been together, sion surprises you over and over again with his love and affection for you. sion is the boyfriend of all boyfriends and you might have actually just hit the absolute jackpot in life with him on your side

⚝ sion dates to marry (i said what i said) and is very serious about his relationship with you. you are both young adults with a very long life ahead of you and some of the most important things to him are trust and a good fundamental basis. communication, respect and being true to yourself are key to the success of your relationship together. he loves you and will do anything to make sure you know he wants you today, tomorrow and the rest of his life (i need a sion bf)

⚝ he LOVES physical affection in all forms, holding hands, linking arms, kisses, hugs etc etc he cannot get enough of it. his #1 love language is without a doubt physical touch and he is definitely not one to shy away from a little pda (always keeps it kid friendly whenever the youngsters are around) he always has his hands on you, he just loves feeling you close to him!!!!!!!

⚝ not only you, but literally everyone around him knows how much he loves you since your dear boyfie cannot shut his lips about you even if he tried his hardest. but it's cute, you are always on his mind so he can't help but bring you up in the conversation with his friends. everything just seems to remind him of you in some way and he’s just too excited to share it with whoever is around him at that very moment

⚝ sion is the best listener ever. doesn't matter what's on your mind he is always there to listen. from serious worries that keep you up at night to funny 'what if' theories that pop up at random moments of the day; he is always all ears. when something bothers you, he always encourages you to speak up about it. even if it's just him listen to your thoughts and rants, he wants to know what's on your mind so he can understand you better and maybe even help you with a possible solution to your problems. nonetheless he just wants you to feel heard

⚝ random flowers and little gifts are a common thing with bf sion. he loves the look on your face whenever he surprises you with a pretty bouquet of your favorite flowers. from gifts as simple as a cute keychain or a book you have been wanting to read to more meaningful things like handwritten letters. he loves giving you gifts because it's a way of showing you he loves and knows you and your likings, like snacks and other things in your favorite colors

⚝ sion is the type of bf to give you a necklace with his initials for your anniversary. literally kicking his feet by the idea of you wearing his initials around your neck. if he could he would give you a ring, bracelet, keychain, phone case and even an ankle bracelet with his name on it as well. but to keep it classy he will just stick to the necklace (for now)

⚝ obsessed might actually be the best way to describe your bf when it comes to you. your smile, small hands (compared to his), your giggles, the way you look so concentrated trying to follow a new recipe you found online or the way your eyes light up when you see a cute little puppy on the street; he has never seen anyone SO PERFECT in his life. he genuinely thinks you must have saved the planet in your past life because there is no way you are this perfect???? and trust me he lets you know every. single. day. again. and. again.

⚝ sion is the type of boyfriend that texts you the most random things on the daily basis. from sweet goodmorning and goodnight texts to pictures of cute cats and the food he eats. he just wants to share his day and thoughts with you. also really likes if you do the same but even if you don’t; expect a random picture of the clouds that looked like a race car

⚝ sion is a very mature person, also thanks to his role as the leader and oldest hyung of his team, he is always looking out for his members as he feels a lot better of responsibility for his team but when he's around you he feels like he can let all his worries go and just forget about it for a little while. he is also not afraid to talk to you about things that are going on in his mind and trusts you more than anything in this world. he feels like you’re always so understanding and just know exactly what to say to calm him and his worries down. your energy itself is enough to keep him from going insane

⚝ we all know he is just a little kid by nature. his bubbly personality and the permanent smile on his face are what made you fall in love with him. he still plays pranks on you every single week, just harmless little things. he loves teasing you and joking around with you and you honestly think it's so cute so you let him have his fun. also big on ijbol’ing in your face, not in a rude manner (pls he would never) but he just can’t hold back his laughter

⚝ his members are really important to him so quite early on in your relationship he introduced you to the guys. it was very important to him that you got along with them since he doesn't want to separate the most influential people in his life. but there was no need to worry about his friends but liking you because they literally treat you like the 7th member of their group. he’s genuinely so happy you all get along and the younger ones look up to you as their big ‘sister’. you also know when to give him and his members their alone time, to enjoy their free time together as buddies and not just as colleagues and he appreciates that more than anything

⚝ if you’re a foreigner - non korean person; he’s super interested to learn about you and your culture. wants to hear about all the fun childhood traditions your family has and always tries to make an effort to include them in your own life together. he moved across the country and even though it’s not even close to being in a whole different country he definitely has a sense of understanding how it feels to be away from home, at times you feel homesick he always tries to cheer you up by (attempting) to make a traditional dish from your homecountry. he will always show interest in your upbringing and would be so excited to visit your home if you get the chance!!!!

⚝ if you’re not a native korean speaker; sion always helps you with your korean. ok let’s be real he definitely giggles whenever you mispronounce a word or when you make a little mistake but only because he thinks you’re cute!!! (he can’t help it) but he always encourages you to learn new words, thinks you’re so adorable when your accent slips out but can’t hide his excitement when he teaches you some of his own satoori - dialect. overall he’s just so thankful you put in so much effort to learn his native tongue, whenever you struggle with putting your thoughts into words he’s always there to help you out. his heart just melts when he hears you speak to his mother or little sister in a comfortable manner, and just imagine that big smile on his face whenever his parents compliment your korean!!! he’s just a proud bf.

⚝ sion is the definition of clingy bf. clingy might actually be his middle name at this point. he won’t overdo it tho and will definitely respect your surroundings and your own boundaries but he just can’t help feeling so affectionate when it comes to you. (he has a serious case of cuteness aggression towards others, someone should save saku fr) he does know when to stop, if you’re feeling down or sad after a long day at work or school and you don’t feel like carrying around a literal grown man like a baby he will know, he would never push himself onto you and gives you space when needed

⚝ kisses are his favorite thing ever, YOUR kisses are his favorite. a silent way of saying ily without the actual words being spoken. and i’m not talking about the full on make outs (which he absolutely loves btw) but the little pecks have him living on cloud 9 at all times. he thinks it’s so cute the way you pucker your lips, waiting for him to lean down and close the little space between you two. or whenever he has to get up early and leave before you even get up, he will never ever leave the house without giving you a small kiss as a goodbye. super big on ‘hello’ kisses whenever he sees you, once again no tongue down the others throat but just a quick kiss. cheek kisses >>>>> he LOVES it. he could kiss your cheeks all day long. fr he would if he could..

⚝ would never admit it out loud but whenever you go on little dates he will always subtly ask you what you’re planning to wear, he says it’s just to make sure you’re dressed to ‘occasion’ or something with being warm enough for the weather (tsss he’s not that sleek tho hehe) in reality he always tries to match his outfit with yours. he’s not into a complete #twin couple fit but loves color matching or something along those lines. you know he asks so he can match his fit with yours so you always answer his questions (all 8, he just needs to be sure sure ok) without any hesitation. it’s just cute and you love it

⚝ keeps a picture of you in his wallet. he probably saw it in a movie somewhere and thought it was cute but he can’t help but smile whenever he grabs his wallet and sees your face. will also have you as his wallpaper (rotating with pictures of saku and ryo ofc) and often changes it as well. he has a new ‘fav pic’ of you every single week so obviously needs to update his wallpaper too!! also loves it if he’s your lockscreen. expect a very cute giggly sion when he sees it. on that note will also definitely sneak pictures - selfies of himself on your phone for you to find later. you can honestly make a whole book with random selfies of him

⚝ loving him is something so special and everyday is just a blessing with him by your side. being loved and feeling loved is two different things but with sion as your bf you’ll definitely feel loved day in and day out. you’re lucky to have him but more than anything he feels like he won the lottery to have you as his gf. loving you is as easy and natural as breathing. he can’t and won’t ever imagine life without you. you’re his, and he will never fail to let you know

[m00neroni]

@wolfstarmicrofic || prompt: prince || 3rd of june || words: 664

The windows are open due to the extra warm summer weather even during the night, but he is so engrossed in his book that he doesn't even notice at first. It is one that he has managed to smuggle from the Restricted Section back at Hogwarts when the term ended, and it verses about Magical Creatures that are just mentioned in passing during class.

Remus is reading very intently a passage about the Lethifold and its connection with Dementors when he hears it. A little tapping sound against the wooden floor of his room. It is so faint that the boy ignores it, not thinking anything of it.

Then, it sounds again.

And again.

He freezes right the moment he realises it is not the typical creaking sounds of the old cottage where the Lupins live. No. This is different. And, can you blame him for being scared? I mean, he has a history with night visitors.

Grabbing his wand, that currently rests under his pillow, when he hears it again, Remus puts the book aside and sits up to look around his room. It takes a few seconds before he sees a little pebble flying inside the room right across his open window and hitting the floor. When he looks down, the boy sees a couple of other round stones resting there in a disarray.

What the fuck?

It doesn't make any sense, so he does what any sane person would do: he stands up, wand raised, and walks towards the window to peer outside. A millisecond later, a pebble hits him in the middle of his forehead. Hard.

"Ouch!"

"About bloody time, Moons!" comes in a shout-whisper from his garden, and Remus doesn't even have to open his eyes to know who it is.

"What the fuck, Sirius?" he asks in the same tone, praying that his parents are deeply asleep by now, as he rubs the sore spot of skin over and over. His boyfriend has always had a mean arm, he should have tried being a beater when James asked him.

"I've been here for hours!" the other boy replies and then Remus opens his eyes just to arch an incredulous brow in his direction, and Sirius has the audacity to laugh. "Well, maybe not hours, but clearly a couple of minutes."

"But… how? Why?"

"Knight Bus from the Potters." Sirius shrugs, his uncharacteristically bashful smile noticeable even under the waning moon and Remus mimicks it almost unconsciously. "And… I just wanted to see you. I've missed you lots, Moony."

The younger of them laughs, shaking his head in amusement. "We've been out of Hogwarts just for a week…"

"A whole week, thank you very much. I was starting to drive Prongs up the walls, and he was a bit the same about Evans. Better to act on it, don't you think? To escape from all that tension and that."

"Alright, alright. You might have a point," Remus concedes, because he has been going a bit crazy too without his boyfriend around 24 hours. They have been dating for a bit less than a year now, and both have grown so accustomed to each other's constant presence that it is indeed a bit jarring to be apart. "But you could have warned me in advance…"

"It was meant to be a surprise, Rem!" Sirius protests, his voice going louder as seconds pass. "Now, move your arse, gather those sheets and climb down the window so I can snog you senseless in your shed. Please."

"I'm not fucking Rapunzel, Sirius."

"Oh, but I want so much to be your charming prince…" His boyfriend jokes before literally crouching on one knee and extending a hand upwards. "My darling, darling Moony. My princess—"

"Fuck off, you twat," Remus cuts him and bites his lower lip to stiffle a stupid giggle. "You're lucky I love you. Go to the front door. Silently."

Sirius winks before standing up with another flourish. "Love you too, honey-moons."

[respectthepetty]

The colors are coloring in the ninth episode of Break Up Service as Black Brooder Boss stands in front of the red wall that the broken picture of his business partner's failed relationship hangs on while he casually rests between his love interest and the guy she is dating.

The team is tasked with defeating Destiny, but in their attempt to take on Cupid, Boss learns a few things about the red (his job) and yellow (Jued).

Because when it comes to the couple they need to break up, the yellow and red are still there in small ways, but which will win?

Sidenote: I'm heartbroken the show opted for a European-style tea service now that I know what a Thai-style tea setup could be. Nobody wants those busted cucumber sandwiches, dried scones, and crusty macarons! Give the people golden thread! It would've aligned even better with the color coding!

But it doesn't matter because as much as Black Brooder Boss tries to ruin the couple's happiness with his company's evil tactics, he can't seem to win.

And it's because Heavenly Human Cupid came prepared for this fight.

She, with the other Heavenly Humans, explains that her company saw the potential in Bee and decided to invest in him.

Because even angels have to lie sometimes.

So it's officially a battle between Destiny and Break Up Service or in this case, good versus evil.

Which means Boss runs to Blue Boy Oat to help him sort out his feelings regarding the red and the yellow.

Did I forget to mention that Oat is a loyal and stable Blue Boy? Because he is!

So as a Blue Boy, he tells Boss he is standing too long without making a move, so he needs to move on, but he isn't just talking about the pool game.

Black Brooder Boss is the lightest he has ever been but he needs to pick: red (his job) or yellow (Jued).

Boss picks his job and shows up with Rose in red to complete the mission, and these name keep giving me EVERYTHING!

And knowing that Tee picked out the pink-ish dress Jued wears is interesting because if I wasn't against Tee, I would think he was part of Destiny attempting to bring Boss and Jued together.

But Heavenly Human Cupid seems to be the only one working hard to keep a couple together here, yet she is outnumbered by the Break Up Service.

And just when she thinks she sealed the deal, a red pot shows up in her perfectly planned date to indicate that evil has won.

Rose lives up to her name and color by being the thorn in Cupid's side.

Because Cherry, surrounded by warm yellow lights, realizes it's too late to make this relationship work.

And Bee sadly does too. He waited too long to be what Cherry needed, and now the love they had was lost. Maybe he needed a Blue Boy best friend named Oat to push him along?

The team celebrates the break up in their newly decorated office which serves as the perfect setting for a reflective moment.

Because Yellow Yal Jued with the yellow lights in the background is realizing she is feelings emotions she wasn't aware of before this moment.

And even though Boss is speaking to Rose, he is covered by the yellow lights that show he is thinking of Jued.

So when Jued safely wakes up after drinking too much in an attempt to drown her newly emerging feelings, she assumes Tee took her home and tucked her in after quickly washing her.

But the black frames and the red bike on the shelf tell us that this is work of another man.

And in a beautifully shot scene, Boss finally reflects on everything that happened this episode and decides he doesn't want to miss his opportunity to be with the person who is right in front of him.

SO HE CONFESSES!!!!

Which allows Jued to return fully to her true color.

And gives the perfect entrance into next episode where we get to see the other (yellow) half of his business partner's failed relationship.

This will also allow us to see how this man became so red that he dedicated his entire life to breaking up other people while Black Brooder Boss lingers in the background.

This is going to be delightful!