#maybe I’ll actually be able to sleep tonight

[mrslatifi]

Logan using this photo from right after we met and I got to speak to him, when he was so smiley and goofy and happy all day long, makes me feel like I was a part of this.

HE’S BACK 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸 HE NEVER LEFT 🦅🦅🦅

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

Thank u God. Today is a better day so far.

Also please pray for me. I got laid off from my job, and my old boss is trying to recommend me to a new one, but I don’t know the new people or have their contact info. Please pray someone gets back to me soon and I don’t stay out of work for too long, and that my new job won’t burn me out too badly.

[celestial-toys]

*closes 13 tabs on astrology and greek mythology*

ES Ch.5… is now complete.

[luna-azzurra]

Spicy Dialogue Starters Pack

Slow Burn That’s About to Explode

"If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something we’ll both regret."

"Say that again. Slower."

"You really like testing my patience, don’t you?"

"Back up. Closer. I want to see if you’ll actually do it."

"Do you realize how loud you were moaning my name last night?"

"You should probably stop touching me like that... unless you plan on finishing what you started."

"We’re not doing this here." – "Why not? Scared you’ll like it?"

"I dare you. No, seriously—I dare you."

"One bed. One night. You sure you can behave?"

"You think I won’t?" – "I know you will. That’s the problem."

Enemies to Lovers, but We’re Both Hot and Unhinged

"If I kiss you, it’s not because I like you. It’s because you won’t shut up."

"Do it. Touch me like you hate me."

"You’re infuriating." – "And you’re turned on."

"Careful. You’re starting to sound jealous."

"Admit it. You like it when we fight."

"You want me. You just don’t want to want me."

"If you’re going to stare, you might as well do something about it."

"Say it. Say you want me." – "Why? You’ll just use it against me."

"Keep talking like that and I’ll kiss you right here."

"Don’t tempt me." – "What if I want to?"

Post-Tension Intimacy (A.K.A. We Finally Snapped)

"You're shaking." – "So are you."

"This doesn’t mean anything." – "Then why are you holding me like that?"

"I’ve wanted this since the moment I met you."

"You're not getting any sleep tonight, just so you know."

"You're mine now. Say it."

"God, you feel so good." – "Yeah? Then shut up and keep going."

"You can hate me in the morning. Just… let me have this tonight."

"Is this what you wanted?" – "No. I wanted more."

"Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

"I’m going to ruin you. And you’re going to thank me for it."

Teasing Touch, Dangerous Proximity

"You’re blushing." – "Shut up."

"That shirt’s doing you no favors. Take it off."

"If you wanted me to kiss you, you could’ve just said so."

"I like the way you say my name. Say it again."

"You’re standing really close." – "Yeah? You gonna move?"

"I can feel your heartbeat. Is that for me?"

"Your hands are shaking... here, let me help you."

"Careful. Someone might think you actually want me."

"You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?"

"We’re not supposed to do this." – "Since when has that ever stopped us?"

Voice Low, Words Barely Whispers

"Keep your voice down. Or don’t. Let them hear."

"Every time you talk, all I can think about is your mouth on mine."

"Say the word, and I’ll have you against that wall in five seconds."

"What do you think happens if I kiss you right now?"

"You smell like trouble." – "You taste like it."

"Look me in the eyes when you lie like that."

"One more step and I won’t be able to hold back."

"If you keep teasing me like that, I’m going to ruin you."

"Tell me to stop." – silence – "Didn’t think so."

"We’re alone now. You still pretending this is just tension?"

Hot-Headed, Argument-Laced, About to Snap

"Why do you always have to push my buttons?" – "Because I love watching you lose control."

"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."

"You're not walking away from me. Not this time."

"God, you're impossible." – "You didn’t seem to mind last night."

"Say it louder. Maybe if you scream my name again, I’ll believe you."

"Keep pretending you don’t want me. I’ll keep proving you wrong."

"You're dangerous." – "Only if you ask nicely."

"Is this still an argument or are we just flirting with knives now?"

"Admit it. You love it when I get like this."

"Don’t act like you don’t want this too."

[mysumeow]

ᯓ★ KINKTOBER DAY 6: OVERSTIMULATION

ᓚᘏᗢ WARNINGS: Afab body reader, overstimulation (receiving), unprotected piv, handholding omg officer this fic right here /j

ᓚᘏᗢ SUMMARY: When you simp so hard...it actually gets you were you want?

ᓚᘏᗢ WORD COUNT: 2.4k

ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: doneeee with my pending kinktober posts omgggg i thought i could use the whole week to procrastinate my days only playing infinity nikki and but then some stuff came up and ive barely been at home T_T but i really wanted to check this off my list before i lost the inspiration ueueueueue

. . . KINKTOBER MASTERLIST | TWST MASTERLIST

“Ace—“

“Oh, boy. I know where this is going.”

“Did you see Malleus’s—”

“I did, and I don’t want to hear you gush about it.”

“His radiance is unfair, but I’m not even mad about it. And that ponytail? He should wear his hair like that more often, he looks so—”

Fed up with your yapping, Ace forced a spoonful of his lunch into your mouth. “Thank the great seven that the cafeteria's so noisy no one heard anything. I would’ve run away and pretended I didn’t know you.”

You didn’t even bother chewing before you swallowed the lump of food down your throat to continue. “Don’t even let me get started on what I would do if I got my hands in his ponytail.”

Ace groaned in annoyance and opened his mouth to cut you off before you got started, but his face paled when his eyes landed on someone behind you that heard you talk about his liege like that.

“Human! Such unbecoming thoughts…!” was none other than Sebek. Had he not gripped his lunch tray hard enough, it would’ve clattered to the floor. Curse the fae part of his blood that gave him better hearing.

If Sebek was around, then Malleus too…

Was this the end of the renowned Ramshackle prefect? Was this the way your journey into this unknown wonderland would finish? If you were lucky enough, dying was the way to return home…

“Sebek, it’s not polite to interrupt someone’s conversation,” Malleus reprimanded him. “Let’s continue in our way. We’re in the middle of the entrance.”

“Yes, my liege.” Sebek’s infuriated expression calmed down, and he followed him.

“I thought you were a goner!” Ace couldn’t help but laugh, his hands on his tummy.

“Do you think he heard? I don’t think I’ll be able to speak to him ever again.” meanwhile, you hid your face behind your palms.

“That’s what you get for subjecting me to your lovesick babble.” Ace poked your side. “If it serves to console you, he didn’t seem angry. Then again, who knows what a prince is thinking.”

“Maybe I should go apologize.”

“Errh, it’s best not to bring up the topic again, in case he didn’t hear you. Maybe he was thinking of something else and didn’t notice it.” He shrugged and went back to eating his lunch before it got cold. “Do whatever will allow you to sleep better tonight.”

After this, sleeping tonight wasn’t something you were going to be doing much, that’s for certain.

You found yourself at the door of his club before you could decide whether confronting it was a good idea or not. You were just going to say hi and probe his reactions to decipher if he was mad or not. If there was any crackling of lightning happening, you knew that was your cue to run away…

“Prefect.”

Your hand stopped just before you could knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Your hand sweated while you turned the knob and stepped in with caution. You expected a rapid flash of lightning to strike you down the moment you stepped into the empty classroom; instead, Malleus had his hands occupied with stone sculpting tools. His movements ceased when his eyes found yours.

“Come closer. You won’t be able to hear me at that distance.”

You made it inside without being turned into a pile of ash. That was a good start.

“I doubt I’ll have any more visitors other than you this afternoon,” he surveyed you for a second. “You appear to be uneasy. Did something happen?”

“No,” you were quick to deflect. “Uh, you said something about having visitors now?”

“Well, of course. I placed an announcement about a gargoyle tour for today, but, as usual, there’s a lack of invitees. Other than you, that is.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t come here for that—besides, the tour could be interesting. You weren’t against the idea of dipping your toes into the history of gargoyles.

He must’ve noticed your contemplative expression, as he continued with a: “Or did you show up with other intentions?”

“I came here for the tour!” you blurted out. “I’ve always wondered what your club was like, and since you’re knowledgeable about gargoyles, I would like to listen more about them.”

“I appreciate your enthusiasm. Well then, let us begin.”

By the time the tour ended, your worries had gone to the back of your mind, as you were immersed in the eloquent manner Malleus carried his words and shared his vast knowledge in gargoyles.

“I didn’t know there was a difference between a gargoyle and a grotesque. Being honest, they looked pretty much the same to me.”

“Correct, don’t confound the two. Gargoyles are a lot more than mere decoration. Good to know the tour has served as a new acquisition of knowledge for you.”

“I don’t get why people don’t visit your club more often. You’re great at explaining stuff, and I didn’t know gargoyles had this much history behind them. If it were Trein trying to explain this to me in the slow voice he uses during lectures, I wouldn’t have retained half of what I just learned.”

“I agree. The world should appreciate gargoyles more. Now, I’ll hold a pop quiz for you.”

“Oh—”

“It’s in your interest to say the correct answer, or this will be the last time you see me in this hairstyle.”

“Huh?!”

As your thoughts reeled into the implications of his declaration, Malleus threw the first question.

“What does this particular gargoyle represent?”

“A-Ah, that one! The power of metamorphosis, right? The ability to transcend beyond mortal limitations to higher realms of consciousness...something like that.” You were 99% sure that was what Malleus said earlier.

“Why are gargoyle’s expressions, which are commonly regarded as terrifying, like that?”

That was an easier one. “To ward off evil spirits and protect the people.”

“Right answer, although too simple. It also serves as a reminder that actions have consequences,” the way his lips curved with a taunting smile made you think that he did hear you in the cafeteria after all. “Last question: Why do some gargoyles have wings while others don’t?”

This one took longer for you to come up with an answer. You had a faint memory of him explaining it, but it was brief.

“Was it because they’re located in higher to protect places like towers?”

“Interesting observation. They don’t always represent ubication, however. Wings could represent divinity. A lack of wings meant terrestrial creatures.”

“…Did I fail the pop quiz?”

“Even though you could’ve done better, your score is acceptable,” the corners of his mouth quirked up with a barely held back amused smile. “Anything else you’d like to add?”

“I’m sorry for what happened during lunch.”

“Humans are skillful when it comes to deflecting from the truth, even when one’s inquiries are direct. I must admit, I welcome your honest opinion about my hairstyle today. Even if delivered in such an immodest fashion.”

“Did Lilia suggest the change in hairstyle?”

“He did.”

“He’s got a keen eye for this, then,” you nodded. “I… think it suits you. It’s a fresh look on you, which doesn’t take away your princely charms.”

“Princely charms…?” he placed a hand on his chin, in thought.

“I—”

“You sure know how to get in someone’s good graces.” He chuckled. “You’re welcome to thread your fingers into my hair. Just do not dishevel it too much, or I can’t promise what could happen to you if you do.”

Despite his ominous threat, Malleus leaned down to allow you better access to his head. With how close he was, a rush of ardor made you giddy, but you remained calm. You stretched your arm to caress the lush locks, your fingers threading into them. Cautious. His hair was well taken care of, the brush of the strands like silk against your skin.

“Last time anyone dared to caress my head that way was Lilia when I was still a child,” Malleus reminisced in a hushed tone. “Back then, I thought it was patronizing, to an extent. I don’t feel it that way now, however. How peculiar.

Malleus could be rather elusive at times, and, depending on what he would say, you weren’t sure you had understood him right. Yet, on this occasion, he wasn’t against your touches. That’s what you understood.

While in your thoughts, your fingers wandered close to an uncharted zone: the base of his horns.

By the time you noticed, it was late. Malleus raised his head to look at you, the change in his eyes evident.

If not for the pinkish flush taking hold of his cheeks, you would’ve thought you did something you shouldn’t have.

“You may proceed. I don’t…dislike the feeling,” he said, not moving away. If anything, he tilted his head closer to your hand. His throat emitted a low vibration, which you soon discovered was similar to a purr. Dragon fae could do that?

Your hands pressed against his chest when you felt him inch you towards a nearby desk, tools for carving forgotten near its edge.

“It appears that you aren’t aware of it, but my kind doesn’t lower their head to allow just anyone to touch their horns. They’re personal,” His slit pupils stared into yours, unwavering. “Why did you stop your hand? Do you not accept my advancements?”

You felt your mouth go dry with his towering presence. How he caged you in with his bigger figure, looming over you. “I do accept them!” you blurted out.

After you spoke, Malleus’s thumb caressed your lower lip, and his attention shifted there. Mere seconds after, his eyes closed as he leaned in, the message of what was about to happen clear enough. With your quickened heart, you reciprocated the oncoming affection.

It was unfair. Silky hair and soft lips unlike anything you’ve touched before. Typical of a dragon, Malleus soon grew impatient and greedy. Regardless of inexperience, the fervor in his heart made up for it. His fangs were in the way, numerous times threatening to break through your skin despite his efforts to keep the kiss prudent. You were addicted to the feeling of them creating subtle punctures, however.

His hand slithered behind your back to keep you upright; the space between your bodies became none. There was an obvious hardness concealed behind his pants that pushed and grinded against your body. The friction ignited pleasure. You lacked the constraint to avoid grinding against it, the pleasure straight to your clit.

“Does that feel good?”

You nodded, out of breath.

Malleus grabbed your legs and placed them around his hips; the push of his body into yours was stronger now. He moved in tandem with your grinding, the surge in pleasure hooking you to a nonstop movement. Your arms shot to wrap around his shoulders, bringing him closer. His lips and teeth sought your neck to litter it with his own marks. The noise of the desk’s leg creaking against the floor faded to the background; you were close to coming.

His lips engulfed yours, your moan of his name swallowed by him.

In the meantime, you caught your breath and undid the purple belt around his body.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” He watched you struggle to undress him, the waves of your orgasm still fresh.

“I need you,” you admitted, finally pushing the coat off his shoulders.

“Glad to oblige.”

He finished the work and nudged your legs open to stand in between them. Thick and long—specially long—his dick was erect with a hefty amount of precum on its head. The size might be a little intimidating, but given how wet you were, it shouldn’t be a problem.

Malleus enclosed you, keeping his arms rigid to prop himself on top of your torso; his ponytail cascaded down his shoulder. You were tempted to reach out and brush your fingers in it. Maybe on another occasion.

A hand went to yours to hold it, which caused you to dart a glance at him, in question. His hand engulfed yours to near completion; if the difference in size wasn’t evident enough from height, this consolidated it. Meanwhile you marveled, Malleus jutted until it was inside of you, pushing your walls to accommodate him. It was no laughing matter—his cock prodded into the deepest part of your cunt, and yet, a couple of inches remained outside.

Malleus squeezed your hand with reassurance, taking note of your breathless state.

Backing down wasn’t an option for you. You needed him. Even if the stretch tiptoed close to pain, this—you wanted it. Even if the buzz from your previous orgasm still thrummed in your body and your clit was tender, you hugged his frame with your legs and offered the final push that remained to take him in until the base. At your encouragement, Malleus huffed from the surge in pleasure, eyes closed to embrace the feeling.

You canted your hips upwards to meet his thrusts; the creaking of the desk’s leg restarted its noise. Malleus gripped your hand with more fervor, lost in pleasure and forgetting about it. In turn, you gave his a firm squeeze. His chest heaved with deep breaths, a low groan making its way out every couple of seconds. He lowered until your chests were squeezed together, the hand that held your hip snaking to the back and grasping your shoulder to impel you harder. The rhythmic onslaught kindled your libido. One step away from the climax.

You came undone beneath him a second time; he didn’t stand a chance with how your pussy clamped down around him. His lips parted with a silent gasp as he came too, viscous cum pumped inside and coating your walls.

“Mal—” Your voice came at a higher pitch than you’re used to. He already came, but his thrusts haven’t stopped. They were slow and deliberate, not allowing a single drop to slip away from your cunt.

He dipped his head to kiss you, his lips encased yours. Albeit less frenetic, it wasn’t any less loving.  Just now, you remember your intertwined hands.

“I’m sorry,” you had dug your nails quite fervently. “I didn’t notice.”

“How do you plan on making it up to me?” 

“Ah…”

“Next time, when you harbor thoughts of such forward nature, I’d appreciate it more if you cofessed them to me only.”

[xoxochb]

“mhmmm what time is it?” your voice comes out muffled within the pillow as you roll over onto your tummy.

but percy rolls you back over onto your back and you whine. you reach out, eyes closed, until you at last feel your boyfriend beside you. you hit him with the utmost force you can muster in your current sleepy state. which isn’t much but you try.

“time, please.”

your hand slides off his chest as percy slides to the side to find the bedside clock. you leave your arm outstretched until you feel him lay back down and his cold skin is back beneath your fingertips.

“three-fourteen.” he smiles and takes your arm into both of his hands, beginning from your fingers and peppering them in light kisses.

you whine a second time. “‘s too early, perce.”

“I can’t sleep.” his mouth works its way up your wrist and beginning over the expanse your arm.

“‘course you can’t…” you inhale before sitting up alongside him, taking the blankets with you to bear the coldness over your bare skin.

you watch as his lips travel higher. you turn on your side facing him so once reached your shoulder he is allowed easier access. soon, he does. percy’s mouth falls upon your shoulder, your neck, and remaining there like a leech.

his hands rest sprawled along the skin of your back, while your own drape around his neck, twirling his hair lazily. you feel his smile between kisses. it makes your own lips turn upwards.

“percy, what’re you doing?” the smile is oh-so prominent in your voice it brings such a pink flush to your cheeks.

he finds your jaw quickly, then your chin and your cheeks and your temples and your forehead and your hairline and the bridge of your nose and the tip of it then your top lip and your bottom lip and each corner of your mouth before at last, finally connecting his lips with yours.

it’s there and gone too quickly for your liking it was at the very least ten seconds. when he pulls back you exhale.

“you’re dodging my question.”

“oh.” anyone else may have believed it was sincere ‘oh’ but you knew better. you also knew his smirk all too well. he shrugs and begins pecking your neck again. “just wanna kiss you, sweet girl. that okay with you?”

you roll your eyes. yet your smile never does falter. “it’s three in the morning— you couldn’t wait until at least six?”

percy nips at your neck. breaking your nonchalance, you giggle softly. his smirk is exchanged for a smile, to unbearably wide he’s no longer able to kiss your skin. he settles for resting his face on your shoulder instead.

“I think you know the answer to that, sweet girl.”

he was right. but you suppose it was still nice to hear his voice.

“touché.” you nod and place a tender kiss to his forehead. “do i get to go back to sleep?”

“also no.”

of course. might as well get comfortable.

you sigh and tangle your legs with his. he is cold in comparison to your warmth and you’re sure nothing has felt better. or maybe an exaggeration percy would never let you get away with saying but the point is still understood the same.

“do I at least get to go to bed early tonight?”

“I’ll think about it.”

you lightly tug at a strand of his hair. “there’s nothing to think about.”

“there is. it depends—” you can hear the smirk. “are you planning to wear that new blue dress you got the other day?”

“I was but now I’m having second thoughts.”

“pleaseeeeee wear it, you look so good in blue, sweet girl.”

you recall when you had bought it. a rare occasion when you had been able to leave camp with percy. typically mr. d did not trust the both of you together. but just this once you had gone shopping for summer clothes. percy had found the dress himself, actually.

you had allowed him to enter the changing room with you as you had tried it on. his plan from there, the sight of the pretty blue sundress on you, was to drop every social moral he owned as he dropped to his knees before you.

you told him no but promised to wear it sometime during the week. honestly, you had been dying to wear it yourself.

“I suppose I will.”

like presumed, you had not gone to bed early the following night.

༯ “love you to the moon and to saturn neptune” - seven, taylor swift, folklore.

[ghosteywiththemostey]

This is so random but feel free to ignore but what about a platonic yandere! Librarian? 👀

Have a nice day or night!

Platonic Yandere!Librarian x reader

Ooo I love this idea actually

Very sorry if my writing gets a bit jumbled at any point. The uni stress has been getting me down just as much as reader 😭

University was just too much. Deadline after deadline, project after project. You were at the end of your tether and I really didn’t help that it was so hard to find good sources for this essay. You’d come up empty online and at the university library so you thought, why not, let’s try the city library. You’d come up with nothing so far, but at least it was less hectic than at university, less panicked students. But that didn’t lessen your frustration and subsequent headache.

At this point, you’d been here for hours. Searching and searching and collecting books to take back to your desk but nothing. Every book you’d flipped through had been absolutely worthless. No relevant sources. Nothing even remotely close to the topic. But it was due in two weeks and you had to keep looking.

It was late now and it seemed like everyone else had left, the only movement from when the librarian occasionally flitted back to the front to collect more returned books. You hardly noticed him though, music blasted through your headphones, so it made you jump when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You spin and see the librarian standing behind you, kind smile on his face. “You look a bit stressed there, do you need any help?”

You go to reply, ready to tell him that he shouldn’t worry about you and you’ll be fine, but he speaks again before you can. “It’s fine, I’ve finished all the work I need to get done tonight. I’ve got all the time in the world to help out.”

“That’s so nice, thanks” you reply and open your laptop to show him the small amount you have so far.

He puts his hands in his cardigan pockets and bends over you slightly to get a look at the screen before quietly exclaiming, “ah, I know just the book. I’ll be right back.” He wanders off into the rows of books.

You continue aimlessly flipping through books and hear a sound at the front of the library. Either the librarian keeps some books outside or someone else has just walked in. It’s a bit selfish, but you really hope that they don’t try to talk to him. You’re desperate for any help you can get and if this man can find sources for you then that would be a life saver. Some footsteps echo around in the empty library but other than that, the new person makes no sound.

It’s been about 5 minutes now and he’s not returned yet and you begin to worry that he’s going to come back and say “sorry, I couldn’t actually find anything” but your fears are alleviated when he returns with three books in hand and two cups of tea balancing on top of them. He placed it all down on the table and pushed one of the cups towards you.

“Sorry about that, thought you might appreciate something to keep you going for a bit longer.” He smiles at you and then removes his glasses, wiping away the steam collected in them from the tea.

You both sit at the table for about half an hour as he helps you go through the books and you make notes whenever you see something or he points out something that might be useful. Throughout that time, you slowly calm down and maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to get this all done in time. And all thanks to this man.

Yawning, you shut your laptop and look at him. “God I’m tired. I should probably get going. Thank you so much for your help and it’s been great to meet you…?”

“Ah, Graham. And it’s been a delight. You definitely should be getting home for some sleep. But before you do, I have a few more books in the basement department that you might in interested in if you want to have a quick look”

You tell him that really, you should be going but he insists that it really might help. At first the insistence was sweet, but the longer it goes on, the more it goes from sweet to creepy. You apologise for not being able to stay and head for the door but when you reach it, you find it’s locked. That’s what it was. No one had come in. He’d been locking the door.

You feel a hand wrap round your arm and another covers your mouth, preventing the scream that was about to burst out from your mouth. The hand around your arm moves up to your face too and holds your nose shut, cutting off any air.

You struggle, kicking at his legs and desperately trying to squirm free, but all the adrenaline in the world wouldn’t be able to help. You’re too tired to fight back fully and the longer he’s got a hold on you, the more oxygen deprived your brain becomes and your limbs are suddenly too heavy. You can’t coordinate them and your legs give out underneath you. You’re hardly aware of what’s going on anymore when he takes off his tie and wraps it around your wrists and you’re fully out of it by the time he lays you down in the back of his car.

[kittluzbills]

i have a blurb request!! Idk if this will make sense or be too a specific but i need a joe burrow blurb about him in a new ish relationship and she knows he doesn’t like people in his house or with him the day before the game so she stays at her place but he calls her one night before a game to come sleep in his bed because he misses her and sleeps better with her there 😭 I’m actually making myself sick over how cute just the request is

hi baby

i tried writing in 3rd person for like the first time ever so i'm sorry if its dookie from a butt. hope you love it <3

xoxo, kitt

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He wasn’t the type to let anyone in, especially not the night before a game. He liked his routine, his solitude—his space. It was easier that way. So when she offered to stay at her place the night before, like she always did, he didn’t hesitate to agree. He was used to being alone.

But tonight, his mind was restless. He tossed and turned, the silence of his apartment feeling louder than usual. The bed felt colder, emptier. He reached for his phone, debating, before finally dialing her number. His thumb hovered over the screen, and for a moment, he almost convinced himself to hang up. But instead, he hit “call,” and the sound of her voice, soft and warm, settled something in him.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” his voice was rougher than he expected, like he’d been awake for hours already. He paused, gathering his thoughts. “I know it’s... it’s late, but I—” He exhaled, not sure how to say it. “I miss you.”

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line, and he could almost hear the confusion in her voice. “You miss me? You’re not even home for an hour, and you’re already calling me?”

He winced, guilt creeping in, but he couldn’t deny the truth. “Yeah. I... I don’t know. I just. It’s not the same without you. I can’t sleep. It’s like... everything’s off.”

She was quiet for a moment, and he feared he might’ve overstepped. Maybe she’d think he was weak or needy, breaking his own rules. But then she spoke, her voice low and comforting. “You really want me to come over?”

He heard the hesitation in her words. It was rare, this vulnerability between them, and it stung more than he expected.

“Yeah,” he admitted, closing his eyes. “I know it’s stupid. But... I just want you here. I sleep better when you’re with me.”

A silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t awkward, more like the air thick with unspoken understanding. Finally, she said, “Alright. I’ll be there in ten.”

When she arrived, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the door. He felt like an idiot for even asking, but at the same time, the ache inside him lessened just knowing she was on her way.

She entered quietly, her presence a soft but undeniable comfort. Without saying a word, she embraced him lightly, running her fingers through is hair as he exhaled into her chest. They slipped under the covers and the tension he was oozing melted as she nestled close. For a moment, he let himself feel the warmth of her body against his, something he hadn’t realized he needed until now.

“I told you, it’s not stupid,” she murmured, her breath warm on his chest. “You don’t have to do everything alone.”

He didn’t respond, too lost in the feeling of her being there. But in the quiet darkness, he finally allowed himself to admit what he hadn’t been able to say before: that he was starting to need her more than he was willing to admit.

And for the first time in a long while, he felt like he could breathe.

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Bakugou slowly moving you into his apartment

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!black reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: a curse word I believe that’s it

❒ Bakugou who doesn’t really want to admit it, but he’s been getting used to your presence on those days you come over to the point he wants you to stay the night

❒ Bakugou who was asking or coming up with excuses on why you shouldn’t leave “There’s a few more episodes til we finish the season” You might as well stay on the couch cuddled up with him only a few more episodes until you could leave, right?

❒ It was all a plan leading to the “It’s late you should stay over tonight” He says it like he didn’t have you stay at his place until it was pitch black. How could you argue it was normal to not want your girlfriend out late there were a bunch of dangerous things that lurked the night, even if you’re also a pro hero who could defend yourself fine until you get home

❒ Bakugou who heard you talk about how multiple mornings and nights he is ruining your routine so he gets stuff you need

❒ It started small with him buying another toothbrush paired with a cover on it, it stood next to his in the cup. If you ask about it he’ll only say “So? You’re over here so damn much complaining about not having a toothbrush.” He acts as if you’re the one inviting yourself over

❒ “Maybe I’ll come over less.. y’know actually sleep in my apartment” You see his gaze flicker for a second before he grunts out “Well that’s not needed anymore” he moves onto a different topic ignoring the teasing smile on your face

❒ Bakugou kept slowly trying to move you in never mentioning it to you. He’d rather not deal with you being smug. That wasn’t gonna help though.

❒ Next time you come over to Bakugou's apartment you smell the scent of your favorite candle that said man had previously complained about when he was at your place “I thought you hated this scent” he looks at you as if he doesn’t know what you’re talking about “What scent?” You point to the recently burned-out candle “It grew on me” he rolls his eyes seeing you smile about it, but you can see the slight pull of one on his face

❒ You were both coming from a party a class 1a reunion if you will though there seems to be plenty of those as the students all got close over the years. Bakugou was the one who picked you up and was gonna drop you off home though he had different plans.

❒ You were busy about to post pictures of Mina and you along with the rest of the girls when you finally look up onto the road “Isn’t this the way to your apartment?” You glance at him as he continues “ ’m too tired to notice… you wanna just sleepover?”

❒ Maybe he really was tired and used to all the times of you staying over it was becoming an instinct. You were able to see the weary expression on his face and you didn’t wanna make him turn back around to drop you home so you’ll stay over…again

❒ Used to all the nights over here you go into one of his drawers planning on wearing something of his own but you notice everything in it is different it’s not a lot, but there were now a few clothes in your size and there were three bonnets in different colors and patterns

❒ “Katsuki are you changing your style?” He goes into his room raising an eyebrow at your question “You know I didn’t really take you for the bonnet kinda guy, especially one of this color but you do.” You picked up a patterned one a smug look on your face

❒ He huffs electing to ignore your comment too tired to be bothered he mutters “It’s for you” before he goes back into the bathroom letting you change in his room

❒ You get done changing and head to the bathroom knocking on the door before being allowed in you brush your teeth alongside him as you both finish up he nods to something on the counter you didn’t notice it was your favorite cleanser

❒ You both continue with your routines before heading to bed he seems to have a small smile on his face maybe because you aren’t complaining or seeing you look even slightly happier from his actions improved his mood

❒ The weeks continue you stay a little longer in the morning and you’re not as reluctant on staying the night. Bakugou gets more things for you, anything to make you more comfortable so maybe you could stay longer than last time

❒ Your favorite snacks were in his pantry, a duplicate of your lotion next to his so you no longer use up your travel-sized bottle from your purse, but what you weren’t expecting is the new silk pillowcases

❒ Bakugou may have overheard Mina talking about her new pillowcases and how they’re so amazing, as he listened it sounded like it could benefit you so he looked into it

❒ Sure he could’ve just given them to you for your own bedroom, but he used them in his even though the purpose of them being here is for you

❒ “I can’t tell if you’re getting bougie or if you genuinely wanted silk pillowcases..” you joked looking at the man as he climbed into his bed with you “They’re good for your hair and shit” “Good for my hair… you got silk pillowcases because of me?” He doesn’t look at you as he answers “There are other benefits it’s not just cause of you...”

❒ There goes a smug expression returning back to your face “Careful I might just stay here forever, Katsuki” You give him his goodnight kiss before laying down as he turns off the lights you hear him say “Maybe that’s what I want”

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Hell's Spawn | Do You Think My Boot Would Fit Up Your Ass?

Part 1 | AO3

CW: Minor burns, exhaustion

Krueger witnessing your relationship death, a marlin gasping for air on the deck of a boat, flashed through your mind at least once a day. Like the white man ripping the great beast from the depths, he witnessed your ending when nature intended it to be a quiet affair.

Ruminating didn’t help you feel better. Planning though? That helped. Krueger seemed, and let’s be honest all four of them, seemed to thrive on attention. Horangi didn’t piss you off, though he did seem to flourish under the smiles you gave him. Since it pissed off his teammates it made it all the more appealing to do. Krueger would be getting no attention whatsoever and if the cafe was empty you might invite one of them into the kitchen. Thinking it over Horangi wouldn’t irritate him badly enough but Nikto had yet to give you anything to work with other than the fact he liked to stare at your ass. That left König.

The lip curl that the thought of inviting König behind the counter brought nearly made you reconsider the plan. Each man reminded you of a war machine. It helped that you knew they were actually often in war zones since your boss’s boyfriends did the same thing for the UK government. König though? He commanded the machines and he was a pig about women.

The snide comments about being in the kitchen where women belong, or about needing a man to take care of you had you grinding your teeth to not rip into him. Each time he came in it got worse. He only ever commented in front of other customers. Maybe he wanted to rile you up and see what finally made you snap; almost as if he were twisting a wind-up doll a click too far. Taking a ceramic cup to his face, even if you could reasonably patch it back up, would life harder. Your boss knew how these men could be but you doubted her leniency would bend that far.

Already rubbing your eyes and wishing for close at ten you fought back a groan when the door opened and they arrived. The shop had been dead. A Tuesday after a bunch of recruits shipped off to different bases, the bars were also pretty quiet. You called to check, if you went two hours without a customer you could close up early. Ten-fifteen would have been two hours.

“Y’all have the worst fucking timing you know that? I was fifteen minutes away from being able to lock up early and actually get to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

König, the cocky bastard, had to comment.

“You could sleep in my bed,” his eyes drifted over the parts of you he could see over the counter.

“Anyone else have any…pleasant…offers?”

Horangi laughed while both Nikto and Krueger stared daggers at König.

“You know what? Nikto, go and lock the door. Flip the sign-off while you’re at it. If we don’t have anyone here beyond you four we aren’t getting anyone else tonight.” Waving your hand you gestured for them to go and sit. “I’ll have your drinks out soon.”

“Think about us often? Have our drinks memorized,” Krueger settled his hands in his pockets.

“Know what? König, come and help me in the kitchen. The rest of you go sit,” you turned as you finished speaking.

For being such a persistent asshole the possibility of an opportunity seemed a bit hard for him to grasp. Keeping your eyes on your task of readying four cups for black coffee you wait until the others have shuffled off to the table before addressing him again.

“Do you not fit through the opening?”

Your snarky question sets him in motion. He ducks slightly as he enters the kitchen. The headspace opened back up again for him.

“I know somewhere that would be a tight fit.” The insinuation couldn’t go unchallenged.

“Do you think my boot would fit up your ass? These babies are pretty large for a woman,” you lift your foot, showing off your resoled boots that are laced up over your ankles. The dark red leather needed to be buffed again. “You’re such a big asshole I bet it will fit with enough force.”

Before König can fire off a rebuttal Horagi appears, ducking into the kitchen.

“As interesting as that would be to see,” he scans the room and heads to the corner where a stool has been collecting dust. His interruption is enough to stop you from committing to inserting something without a flared base.

“I am going to run these out and then will come back and teach you how to make me a latte,” you fill the tray with two black coffees, creamer and sugar. The two of them are still on the counter. “If you’re going to insist on continuing to bother me at work the least you can do is learn how to make me something.”

Lifting the tray you leave the room, ignoring the snarling behind you about how König is a man and can make a damn latte. Leaving the kitchen and turning the corner you find Krueger and Nikto set up at a table halfway across the cafe. Both men tracked you as you walked closer. The clattering of metal on tile reached your ears as the tray touched the table.

Cursing you turn away from the man who had yet to speak to you and the one who needed to be ignored and head back into the kitchen.

How that man managed to create such chaos in the moments you were gone will forever astound you. The steamer blasted, milk lay splattered on the floor, a metal cup in the puddle, and König stood with a hand cradled to his chest. Without a word, you start to fix the problems he created by his inability to wait.

Leaning over the puddle you turn off the steamer, silence now the dominant sound in the space. Stepping on dry patches of the floor you use a technique your mom always used when you were small to force your body to move. Settling your thumb over the meat of König’s uninjured hand you twist, pinching the nerves in the wrist. The big man had little flexibility in his wrist; he moved where you aimed him.

Forcing him to stand next to the handwashing sink, you turn the water on. When the water runs tepid, nearly body temperature you shove his hand under it. The whole of his palm is an angry red. Bastard must have held the cup around the sides instead of the tiny handle. Once he is settled you head further back into the kitchen and ready the mop. Might as well mop the whole floor and check that off the closing duties list. Once the bucket is ready you wheel it out and grab the first aid kit on the way.

You drop the kit on the counter and begin by mopping up the milk mess and working your way over to Horangi.

“Can I have your number?” He asks from the stool he commandeered in the corner of the kitchen.

“Sure. Pass me your phone?”

Holding Horangi’s phone in your hand you glance at König. A silent alarm had been triggered in your brain. He is where you left him, handheld under the running water. Eyes like shards of glacial blue stab at you across the kitchen.

“What? Keep your hand under the water for two more minutes,” you point with your chin and turn back to your task.

Four numbers are entered before his low muttering has you turning fully around to yell at him.

“I can’t hear you. If you have something nasty to say, speak up!”

König glares at you, your ugly stare comes out to match. A three-count passes before he admits defeat and looks down at his hand. You can only imagine at the mulish look splattered across his face. Looking back to the phone you erase the number you already entered and angrily slam your thumbs on the screen.

“That’s what I thought. If you want my number you gotta fix those misogynistic attitudes. When you can look at me and see a person and not a dick hole, I’ll think about discussing it.”

Number entered you pass the phone back to Horangi, who watches you with amusement in the lift of his cheeks beneath his mask and the tilt of his brows.

“What?” You snap at him.

He lifts both hands, one still holding the phone.

“Nothing. Never seen anyone put our colonel in his place so easily.” He is grinning even as he says it.

Without turning to look at him you point back at König, intention in every line of your body.

“He wants to touch, he pisses me off for no fucking reason, I would break him like a twig if his wrist weren’t the size of my ankle. He will behave because otherwise he will get ignored like Krueger is right now.”

“What did he do?” Horangi is gleeful as comprehension lights his eyes.

“None of your fucking business.”

Horangi’s eyes slide from your face to König’s in that sly kind of conversation that happens when you learn to speak the unspoken with another person. Snapping your hand before his gaze you lean forward.

“Fucker, if you don’t include me in conversations about me I will stop being nice to you.”

He stands, looming over you. Man could kill you but you would leave psychic wounds before you quit breathing. You had learned weapons as words at the breast of a narcissist. Four, five, six seconds pass and the only sound is that of the running water cooling König’s burn.

“You done?” Lifting a brow at him you settle your hands on your hips.

König busts into a small laugh behind you and Horangi is once again your friend and not a killer who leaves only a red mist behind him.

“She would survive a battalion of grandmothers.”

Horangi snorts and rolls his eyes before addressing you.

“We weren’t discussing you, but Krueger. He has been snappish since we were here last. Gotten into more fights and training harder than is needed,” he looks you up and down. “Seems you are the reason for the change in him.”

Humming you turn and head toward König, grabbing a towel along the way. You lower the water pressure before forcing his burned hand where you want it. Scrubbing your hands clean you rinse the soap before washing his. Rinsing the suds off you kill the water.

“I told Krueger to quit smoking, he smelled like a men’s bathroom.” All your focus is on patting dry the bubble without rupturing it.

König and Horangi both muttered something under their breaths, but the conflicting sounds of Austrian German and Korean entered your ears as verbal spaghetti.

Slathering petroleum jelly along the wound you lay a sterile bandage across it and wrap it with a layer of cohesive bandage. Why the fuck was there cohesive bandage in the first aid kit? Setting that thought aside for later you rub your eyes again. Uncaring of the deep pressure that caused lights to ignite in your eyes you knew if they didn’t leave soon you would end up falling asleep on the office floor.

“Leave that on tonight and follow up with your provider tomorrow. Now get out of the kitchen I need to finish closing duties. I can’t mop the floor if you are going to walk all over it.”

“Why do you ignore Nikto?” Horangi asked. Neither of them moved.

Lifting your hands away you take several seconds to blink away the vision issues.

“I’m not ignoring him, but if he doesn’t say anything I’m not willing to start a conversation.”

Both men give a grunt of confirmation and squeak across the floors as they leave the kitchen. Thankfully most of your closing duties were done and anything you couldn’t reasonably get to you would text Quinn a heads up. He offered often to help since he knew how hard you were working to get through school. Said his sister was in her first year of med school and wished he could help her more.

That last blink must have taken a long time because when you open your eyes again all four men are watching you from beyond the display glass.

König spoke for the group.

“John will be here soon to drive you home. Nikto sanitized all your tables.”

Another slow blink.

“Kay,” pushing off the counter you didn’t realize you had leaned against, you gesture for them all to move out the door.

The lock clicking home is your queue to turn and lay your head down on a cleaned table, John would come in when he arrived. He had a key. It wouldn’t be the first time one of your boss’ guys had driven you home due to exhaustion.

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Sleeping with the boss part 3 his wife is a heavy sleeper and reader sneaks into there bed room to fuck rafe right next to his wife and he loves itttt🫠

🤍 of course baby! I’ll do this for you. I’ve actually been thinking of writing a part three but couldn’t think of how to do it!!! Here is part 1 and part 2

• boss!rafe x reader

• warnings: psa if you don’t like the reader and boss rafe requests or the 18!reader and older!rafe ones then simply don’t read them and please don’t leave nasty messages in my inbox or gross comments on my post I write this for people who want to read them and I answer every request sent because I enjoy writing for people and making them happy so don’t shame people for what they enjoy thank you

• rafe corrupted reader and now she can’t get enough of him, using his own tactics against him, entrapping him and fucking him next to his sleeping wife

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You couldn’t sleep all night. Tossing and turning. Horny and desperate. Rafe really gave you a taste of the good life yesterday in the washroom and it’s all you’ve been able to think about.

You decided enough was enough.

Pushing the covers off you and marching out of your room, (quietly) you tip toed towards Rafes room, gripping the handle and turning the knob you pushed the door opened. Examining the room and eyes landing on Rafes sleeping body, with his wife sleeping next to him.

You walked closer to the bed, standing over rafe and taking a peek at his wife. She had a sleeping mask on and ear plugs in, snoring soundly on her side, facing away from rafe.

Your eyes scanned over to rafe, his bare chest moving up and down with every breath he took in. He was fast asleep, but one part of him was certainly still awake. You looked down at his boxers, the little bulge forming, he was half hard. You wondered what he must be dreaming of to make him hard in his sleep.

You were certainly about to give him something to be fully hard about.

You climbed on the bed carefully, pulling the sheets away from his body and pushing his boxers down as you moved your panties to the side.

Rubbing yourself over him and getting him nice and wet with your juices and watching as his cock was now fully hard.

You grabbed him by the base and stuffed him inside you. Covering your mouth with your hand as you adjusted to his size.

“What the fuck” his groggy eyes opened as he rubbed them and found you on top of him, your nipples pebbling beneath your shirt, and your thighs on either side of his hips.

“Y/n? What the hell are you doing?” He whispered as he tried to sit up, but you pushed him back down with your palm, “shhh, it’s my turn to have some fun” you whispered against his lips before pressing a kiss to them. Sucking his tongue and biting his lower lip as you pulled away.

You sat back, rolling your hips and loving the way he hissed with every small move you made, he was trying so hard to contain himself and be quiet. His wife was right there for gods sake. She could wake up any minute.

Although you knew she wouldn’t.

You purposely made her afternoon tea a little too strong tonight to keep her asleep.

But rafe didn’t know that. And boy did you enjoy watching him try to contain himself.

“You like me fucking you like this?” You bounced on his cock “right next to your wife” grinding down on him “she could wake up any minute now” you turned your head towards her, “maybe I should just wake her up” you started to reach your hand out towards her.

“Y/n, don’t” Rafes hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you towards him until you fell onto his chest.

“You think you’re in control here?” He grinned at you, bending his knees and thrusting up into you harshly, watching as your mouth fell open and a gasp fell out.

“I’m the one that had you in here in the middle of the night riding my cock” he thrust harder “ im the one that flooded your mind with such dirty thoughts you weren’t able to sleep” thrust “im whose cock your creaming all over” another harsh thrust as he slapped your ass

“Ra-“ you started to moan when his hand clamped over your mouth.

“You’re such a dirty girl, y/n. Sneaking into my room to fuck me while my wife sleeps right next to me” he pounded into you from underneath and you simply accepted defeat, falling further into him and whimpering with his hand still around your mouth.

“I’m in control here, princess, and don’t you forget it”

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complicated — hamzahthefantastic

3. brown eyes at the entrance

contains: goofy drunk hamzah, quick mention of sex but no actual nsfw content in this one

summary: what do you do when your ex shows up at your front doorstep?

a/n: short but i just wanted to post hi

last part: with you all night

you left hamzah’s apartment that morning feeling more confused than ever. you two ate breakfast together and then you were out the door. he hadn’t even asked to hangout again or talked about breaking the whole “no contact” thing. he simply said he enjoyed the night with you and told you to have a good day.

how could he spend such an intimate night with you and not ask to see you again?

as hard as it was, you tried to be nonchalant about the situation. you could hook up with your ex in a casual way, right?

you call mandy, practically begging her to meet you for coffee.

now you were at your local cafe, anxiously walking up to the table you spotted mandy at.

“y/n! hey!” she said excitedly. you can almost see her eyes analyzing your facial expressions as you walk up to her. “so what’s up? you look like you’ve got something to tell me.”

“oh, it’s definitely..something.” you laugh nervously, “i uh, ended up talking to hamzah last night…”

“oh that’s great!” she interrupts, “did you get any sort of closure?”

“yeah, about that…i actually ended up going back to his place..”

she sighs at your confession.

“and we had sex but listen! i know that it was probably a bad idea but being around him again- it like made my brain go all fuzzy and all common sense went out the window.” you ramble, trying to defend yourself.

“y/n, i told you to go out on the balcony to get closure, not to hookup with him!”, she shakes her head at you. “but i get it. you guys have history, you’re comfortable with him. it’s easy to go back in that situation.”

“exactly! it was so comfortable! it felt like how things used to be. so now, i’m all confused because i thought i had finally gotten over him. and there’s matthew…”

“the guy you said was boring?” she questions.

“he is a bit boring but he’s nice- stable.”

“but what are you gonna do now? keep seeing him?”

“ugh, i don’t know. i guess i should end things with him- because clearly i have not moved on from hamzah yet.”

she nods slowly, deep in thought. “you think you’ll get back with hamzah again?”

“i don’t know,” you let out a harsh breath. “sometimes i think that maybe if we tried again, things would be different. like we’d be able to figure it out this time.”

she smiles softly.

“but today, he didn’t ask to meet again or ask how he could contact me or anything so i don’t even know if he wants to try again.” you shrug your shoulders.

“honestly, y/n, you might want to figure that out before cutting things off with matthew.”

she was right. you didn’t want to ruin a good thing simply for the possibility of getting back with your ex.

after another thirty minutes of catching up over coffee, she reminds you to keep her updated before the two of you part ways.

as you start driving home, your phone rings.

*incoming call: matthew*

“hey babe, you never texted me when you got home?” he questioned, his voice concerned.

you let out a soft sigh, “yeah, sorry- i went to sleep right when i got home.”

“you feeling better today?”

“yeah, yeah i think i just had a migraine or something.”

“good! i was actually wondering if you wanted to get dinner tonight?” his voice is hopeful.

he was kind and cute and he knew what he wanted. how could you say no?

“sure! were you gonna pick me up on the way or should i meet you somewhere?” you ask, a soft smile creeping on your face.

“i’ll pick you up at six. oh- and wear something fancy! i wanna take you to a nice place.”

you agree and say your goodbyes. you were excited to get dressed up and be taken out. you hoped that this dinner would change things- show you how interesting and exciting matthew really is, helping you move on from the chaos of hamzah.

…

the restaurant matthew had chosen was beautiful. the warm candlelight and low jazz music playing in the background creating such a romantic atmosphere.

he sat across from you, retelling a story about a hike he had went on.

you could tell he was making an effort. telling you this story with you in an attempt to share something meaningful with you. feel closer to you.

but as he kept talking, your mind kept slipping into memories with hamzah. you thought of how beautiful his face looked when illuminated by candlelight. the way his smile had always been on the edge of a smirk.

hamzah knew exactly how to pull you into each of his stories. he entertained you effortlessly. just one of his jokes could leave you clutching your stomach in laughter.

“and then i was there, completely lost.” he chuckles slightly as he ends his story.

“oh my god, that must’ve been so scary.” you reply, doing your best to give him energy.

he smiled softly as he looked into your eyes. “that’s what i’ve always loved about hiking though- you never know what adventure’s around the corner.”

“yeah.” you respond, smiling sweetly while all you can think about is how hamzah would’ve made fun of that corny line.

“you okay? you seem distracted.” matthew said, watching you as he took a bite of his steak.

“oh! yeah i’m fine, i just had a long day.” you explain, telling yet another lie.

“i get it.” he smiles, “no worries.”

god, did he have to be so kind and patient? it’d make you feel much less guilty if he was a complete asshole.

no, he was everything you should want. he was sweet, understanding, and so open with you.

but there was no allure. no mystery. no edge. all of the surface-level conversation you two were having was driving you absolutely insane.

“well, i actually had something to ask you.” he broke the silence.

you look up at him, nervously waiting for him to continue.

“i’m going on a trip to seattle next week. it’s completely covered by my job and i have a plus one. i know it’s a bit last minute but i wanted to know if you’d like to join me?”

traveling together would change this “casual dating thing”, into something more serious. something you were definitely not ready for. not yet.

you clear your throat to speak, “can i uh- think about it? it sounds super fun, i just have a lot of school work and stuff…”

he nods. “yeah, just let me know whenever you decide.”

“thank you.” you smile.

after finishing dinner, he drives you back home. he thanks you for the night, explaining what a great time he had with you.

he walks you to the front of your apartment complex and presses a gentle peck to your lips before telling you goodnight.

as you ride the elevator up to your apartment, you decide that you have to end things with matthew. you couldn’t go on that trip with him and lead him on any more than you already have. it was unfair of you to be constantly comparing him to hamzah. the truth was that there nothing wrong with him at all- you were the only person to blame in this situation.

you look up as you start walking toward your apartment to see hamzah leaned up against the wall next to your front door. his head tilted back, eyes closed- simply waiting.

“hamzah? what are you doing here?” you say, your voice coated in shock.

his eyes are low. a goofy smile plastered on his face. he was either drunk or high, or both.

“you look pretty.” you can practically hear his smirk.

you stand directly in front of him. “are you drunk?” you ask as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“a little bit”, he laughs. “and maybe a little bit high but listen- i just wanted to see you.”

“oh and this couldn’t wait until you were, i don’t know, less…drunk?”

he shrugged, “but you were out with ‘new guy’, what’s his name?”

“matthew.” you roll your eyes at him. “how’d you know i was out with him anyway?”

“mandy might’ve mentioned that you texted her about it.” he grins, “i think watching paint dry might be more exciting than going on a date with that guy. i couldn’t let you go home and just be with that kind of…energy.”

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “hamzah, you can’t just show up at my door every time you think i should be around better “energy.”

“oh i can”, he shoots back at you. “it’s actually one of my best skills- showing up uninvited and reminding you of how fun i am.”

“you’re unbelievable.” you laugh, already feeling defeated by his charm.

“and yet”, he pauses. “here you are, laughing. i’ve still got it.” a cocky grin creeps on his face. you can’t help but laugh.

“you’re so full of yourself.” you shake you head, smiling.

“i just feel confident around you, that’s all.”

“oh really?” you tilt your head to the side.

“c’mon, y/n. tell me the truth- was he as funny as me?”

“no.” you admit, rolling your eyes.

“as charming?” he pushes.

“also, no.” you answer.

“then what are we doing here?” he lifts his hands up dramatically. “why are you spending your night with boring ol’ matthew when you could’ve had all this?” he gestures to himself, that goofy smile of his still lingering on his face.

“hamzah. you are being ridiculous.” you reiterate.

“did you mean ridiculous-ly hot and sexy or?” he can’t help but laugh at his own joke.

you shake your head and roll your eyes once again, still unable to contain the smile that seemed stuck on your face.

“you are impossible to argue with.” you tell him.

“is that a yes to me coming in?” he asks, a hopeful look in his eyes. “please? i’ll just sleep on the couch or even, the floor. whatever you want me to do.”

“you came here to sleep on my couch?”

“i just want to be around you.” he whined.

how could you say no to those brown puppy-dog eyes of his? and you couldn’t send him home drunk- that wasn’t safe. you just had to let him in.

“fine. get inside before i change my mind.” you tease as you unlock your front door.

the second you two get inside, he walks over to the couch, flopping onto it and stretching out with a smug look on his face. “see? look how harmless i am?”

“mhm, very harmless.” you say as you grab a blanket.

you start tucking him in with the fluffy blanket until he grabs your hand, looking into your eyes. “thank you for letting me in.”

“yeah, well you’re just lucky i’m too tired to kick you out.” you joke.

“yeah, lucky.” he repeats, his voice soft as his thumb rubs your hand softly.

just from the way his gentle touch and low voice had such an effect on you, you knew you were in trouble all over again.

next part: stay here forever

a/n: next part soon. promise. also i did not proofread bc it’s 2 am and im tiredddd also writing this kinda reminded me of the song memories by conan gray so that is where the title for this part is from yay here’s the song if u wanna listen

[lovelybucky1]

6. The Confrontation

wc- 3.4k // main masterlist // go greek! masterlist // tw: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex

“And then I said, 'baller?' I hardly know her!” Johnny said, laughing at his own joke like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. He hasn’t asked you a single question about yourself in the last fifteen minutes, having been talking about whatever shenanigans he and his frat brothers have been getting up to. 

Listening to Johnny monologue like this is torture, but you know this is all part of your and Wade’s plan. Johnny is only here to make the SAE guys jealous, and you don’t have to be truly interested in him for that. He just has to be hot, and he certainly checks that box.

It was surprisingly easy to get a date with him. It turns out being a frat sweetheart makes you a hot commodity, and maybe the whole good-girl/frat-guy dynamic does it for them. You met him for coffee in the student lounge, which is the perfect first date spot, especially for your plan. Casual enough because he has as much personality as a matchstick, but it's also public enough to show him off.

“What did you say your major was?” he asks, snapping you out of your daze. 

You carried on the dull conversation, deciding to focus more on his biceps under his shirt sleeves to keep yourself interested. To your surprise, he turns things around and starts to ask you some questions. Eventually, you find yourself somewhat enjoying your conversation with him. He’s still an asshole, no doubt, but maybe he will be tolerable enough to fake-date for a while. 

After a while spent at the cafe, you tell him you have to get going, and Johnny asks if he can walk you home. It’s a simple gesture, but you think it’s nice that he wants to spend more time with you. In the back of your mind, you wonder if he’s just buttering you up so he can sleep with you, but you’ll deal with that issue if it arises. For now, you’ll think of him as a gentleman.

As you walk, he points out his favorite places on campus. “This is where the guys and I play Spikeball. I’m really good if you ever want to watch me play,” he says. “And over here is the tree we made that pledge sleep in for the weekend.”

By the time you reach your building, your cheeks hurt from fake-smiling, and your neck aches from nodding along. 

“Are you busy tonight? I’d like to see you again,” Johnny says. Just as planned.

“Actually, my frat is throwing a party. You’re welcome to come if you’d like.”

Johnny raises an eyebrow. “You’re inviting me to an SAE party? You know those guys don’t really like us,” he says, referring to the Pike brothers. 

“That’s just because they don’t know you,” you say, inwardly cringing at how you sound. 

“I’d love to come. Show them how to really party,” he smiles. If nothing else, he has a pretty face. 

“I’ll see you then. You have my number,” you say, returning his smile before turning to scan your keycard and disappear into the building.

Once away from Johnny, you take a deep breath. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be. He’s not really your type, but he’ll be good enough for what you need him for. You feel a bit guilty for playing with him like this, but you suspect that he wouldn’t take it too personally if he found out. Being used as arm candy is like every guy’s dream.

You hurry up to your room, and as soon as you flop onto your bed, you give Wade a call.

“Hey, sweetcheeks,” he says.

“Hi, Wade. I just got back from my date with Johnny.”

“And when’s the wedding? What color should I get my tie?”

You roll your eyes. “Hilarious. I invited him to the party tonight, so hopefully, everything will work out the way we want it to.”

“I really don’t know why you’re going through all this trouble. There is a perfectly eligible bachelor right here who would love to fake-date you. Or real-date you. Whatever you’re down for.”

“You’d never be able to look at me the same,” you laugh.

“Not even friends with benefits?” 

You ignore his poor attempt at flirting. “What’s the next step here?”

“You need to really play up our relationship at the party. The guys won’t care that you barely know each other. All they’ll see is their girl getting a little too up-close and personal with a Pike guy and they’ll lose their shit.”

You sit up on your bed and put your phone on speaker so you can rest your head in your hands. “Okay, but Wade, I don’t want there to be any fighting. They can get jealous and mad and whatever, but I don’t want anyone to fight with Johnny just because of me.”

You can picture it now. Bucky getting in his face, Steve rushing to protect you, Frank and Logan willing to punch that douche bag for touching you. It would turn ugly quickly, and you doubt Johnny could take on at least four guys at once. You’d hate to see him get hurt just because he’s a pawn in your little plan.

“I’ll cut Bucky off after three drinks, then,” Wade responds. “So what are you wearing tonight?”

The theme for the party is sports, and everyone will be wearing a jersey of their choosing. A lot of the guys in SAE are on sports teams, and you were having a difficult time picking which one of their jerseys you would wear, but Johnny solves that problem. 

“I texted Johnny, and he said I could wear his soccer jersey,” you tell Wade.

You can hear him suck air through his teeth. “That’s like a dog pissing on another dog’s fire hydrant. Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Now it’s Wade’s turn to question this plan.

“I’m really trying to sell it.”

“You’re really trying to get Johnny skinned alive.”

You sigh. “Am I crazy? Is this a bad idea?”

“Crazy, maybe, but guys are stupid and if you want them to make a move, they need a kick in the ass.”

You nod even though Wade can’t see you. You know he’s right, even if it does make you feel a bit guilty.

After you hang up with Wade, you spend the rest of the afternoon catching up on homework so you can fully recover from the inevitable hangover you’ll have this weekend. Then you shower, taking extra care to shave everything and style your hair perfectly so you can be as irresistible as possible to Johnny. 

You’re putting the finishing touches on your makeup when you get a text from Johnny telling you that he’s outside your building. You quickly gather all of your things and rush out, not wanting to keep him waiting. You throw on a t-shirt, not caring what it is, because you’ll be replacing it with Johnny’s jersey.

When you get outside, you find Johnny leaning up against the wall, scrolling on his phone. He looks up and grins when he sees you. You know you look good, and he tells you so.

“You’re gonna make all those guys jealous,” Johnny chuckles. He’s more right than he could know.

He hands you his jersey, and, boldly, you change in front of him. You take your t-shirt off, exposing the pale lace of your bra. Johnny tries to be respectful and not look, but you saw him catch a glimpse as you pulled your shirt over your head.

“How do I look?” you ask, adjusting the jersey.

“You already looked great, but you look even better wearing my number,” he smirks.

He slings an arm over your shoulders, and you start to walk towards the SAE house. As you walk, Johnny talks about something, but you’re too busy thinking about the night to come to pay attention. You feel giddy imagining the reactions of the guys when they see you.

Time seems to stop when you walk into the house with Johnny, wearing his name on your back. Frank is the first one of the guys to spot you. His eyebrows are furrowed in confusion as he takes in the sight in front of him, but he doesn’t say any of the rude remarks that are surely brewing in his mind. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says instead. 

“Hi, Frank!” you say cheerfully, ignoring the sour look on his face. “I want you to meet Johnny!”

Frank gives Johnny a curt nod but doesn’t extend his hand for the other to shake. You can tell he’s getting possessive, which is exactly what you were hoping for. You excuse yourself and move further into the party, looking to get similar reactions from the others.

You find Wade next, but he doesn’t approach you. He gives you a smile and a thumbs up from across the room, which makes you giggle. Turning your attention back to Johnny, you look up at him.

“Could you get me a drink?” you ask, yelling over the music.

“For sure,” he smiles back.

He leaves your side and heads into the kitchen, allowing you a moment to talk to Wade.

“You’re going to get that poor boy killed,” Wade says.

“Relax, everything’s going to be fine,” you reassure. 

“Really?” he asks, “Because Sam is on his way over here and he looks pissed.”

You turn to see Sam, dressed in jeans and a football jersey, approaching. When you look back, you find Wade missing. He left you alone to deal with Sam yourself.

“Sam!” you greet.

“What the fuck is Johnny Storm doing here?” he asks. 

You blink up at him, trying your best to play dumb. “I brought him.”

At that, Sam’s eyes trail down your body, taking in the sight of Johnny’s jersey on you. His face twists even more.

“He’s from Pike,” Sam says. “Those guys aren’t allowed at our parties.” It sounds incredibly petty when he says it out loud, and you get the sense that he feels the same. 

“I didn’t know,” you lie. “Sorry, Sam.”

“Hey!” you hear Johnny call. Saved by the bell. “I got you some punch.” Johnny joins you at your side and hands you a cup of blue punch that smells more like alcohol than fruit. “Hey, man,” he says, now talking to Sam. “I’m Johnny.”

“I know,” Sam replies shortly. 

“Sam,” you say, urging him to be kind. “He’s my date.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Date? Does Steve know about this?”

That makes you want to throw your drink in his face. This is what you wanted to happen, but you didn’t realize how much it would get under your skin. “I didn’t know I had to get Steve’s approval.”

Deciding you’re done with the conversation, you grab Johnny’s hand and drag him away, ignoring his questions. You end up in the living room, and you grab a spot on the couch where you can enjoy your drinks in peace. You stretch the truth and reassure Johnny that Sam is just protective. The peace only lasts for a few minutes before the good-cop, cop-bad cop duo interrupts.

Your attention is brought away from Johnny when you hear Steve say your name. He and Bucky are standing in front of you, towering over where you sit. They both have their arms crossed and scowls on their faces, clearly trying to intimidate your date. You find it funny how quickly word of Johnny’s presence traveled throughout the house. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask them. 

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart,” Bucky says. “Your little date needs to fuck off.”

“What?” you scoff. “You can’t kick him out.”

“Our party, our rules.”

Finally having had enough, Johnny stands up and steps into Steve and Bucky’s space. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is-”

“You’re our problem, pal,” Steve says. “Last year, you and your Pike brothers did $400 of damage at a party and refused to pay up. You think we forgot about you and Maximoff crashing through the glass door?”

Johnny laughs in their faces. “You’re icing me out because of a door? That’s fucking ridiculous.”

“Laugh about it all you want, you’re still not staying,” Bucky says, refusing to back down. You feel bad that you brought Johnny here, knowing this is how it would end up. 

“If he goes, I go too,” you say, standing up to join the confrontation. 

“What the hell are you doing with him in the first place?” Steve asks you. Now you’re in the hot seat, and you have three people eager to know your intentions. 

“We were having fun before you guys decided to be dicks.”

“Fun? Sure, let’s go with that,” Steve starts. “How long until fun ends with you on your knees?”

Suddenly, it felt like all of the air was sucked out of the room. Even Bucky looks shocked at what Steve said. You’ve never heard Steve say anything like that before, never would have expected it. Maybe from Bucky, but Steve has been nothing but kind to you. Steve’s nice to everyone.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” Johnny says, his defense of you unexpected. 

“Don’t bullshit me and try to say you’re looking for anything else,” Steve says, doubling down. “Leave her the hell alone and get out.”

“Steve-” Bucky tries to interject, but Johnny and Steve ignore him.

“Oh, I get it. You’re jealous that I’m getting what you’re not.” Your eyes snap to Johnny, and your shock is evident on your face. It’s like you’re watching a game of tennis and the ball is digs at you.

“We’re just looking out for her.”

“Nah, you’re pissed that I have her all to myself. Next time she is on her knees, I’ll be sure to send you a picture so you can see what you’re missing.”

You have no idea where this is coming from. You and Johnny have been on one date, and you’ve certainly never had sex. Maybe this is just what happens when douchebags feel threatened. You didn’t think Johnny was a bad guy, but maybe you’re not as good at reading people as you thought. Maybe the same applies to Steve.

Bucky steps forward and grabs Johnny by the collar. He pulls him close and says something you can’t hear, but you can tell from the look on both of their faces that it wasn’t kind. Bucky lets go, shoving him back and sending Johnny stumbling.

He looks over to you, face twisted in an angry expression. “Fuck you,” he says before storming out. Who knew Johnny was such a hot-head? You don’t blame him for blaming you for this. It is your fault, after all. 

After Johnny leaves, the attention is on you. They both stand, arms crossed, waiting for an explanation. 

“What the hell?” Bucky asks. “Out of all people, you pick that asshole?”

You roll your eyes. You didn’t come into this looking for an argument, but that’s where this is headed. “Like you two are saints. I can date whoever I want, and you two don’t have a say.”

“So you’re dating him? Because it seems like you might have just broken up.” 

“Why would you even want a guy like that, anyway?” Steve chimes in. “You deserve so much better.” His words could be kind if he didn’t say it like he was lecturing you.

“Oh, like you? Or maybe Bucky, or Matt, or Sam, or Joaquin. All the guys who flirt with me but who will never actually date me? Yeah, that sounds so much better.”

Bucky’s expression softens, but Steve’s jaw stays clenched hard. “Sweetheart,” Bucky says. It seems like there’s more; there should be more for him to say, but he doesn’t.

“You two need to figure your shit out,” you say. “Because I’m not going to let you string me along forever.”

With that, you turn on your heel and leave the room. As soon as you turn your back on them, you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. That was way more of a scene than you wanted to make, especially with you at the center of it. You didn’t mean to say that they’re stringing you along, didn’t want to expose your feelings this way, but you suppose the cat is out of the bag now. You just hope this won’t have lasting effects on your relationship with everyone, but you have no idea how it wouldn’t.

You make your way outside and sit on the porch where you had your humiliating drunk night a few weekends ago. As you scroll on your phone to distract yourself from the racing thoughts and the tears that threaten to spill, you’re startled by a hand on your shoulder.

You look up and find Matt standing over you, a concerned look on his face. “I heard all the commotion. Are you okay?”

You sigh and, sensing that you want him to stay, Matt sits down next to you. “Bucky and Steve are assholes.”

Matt chuckles. “Yeah, they are.”

You look over at him with narrowed eyes. “Don’t act like you’re much better.”

He raises his eyebrows in surprise, but he smiles. “What are you talking about?”

“You flirt with me just as much as they do, and I don’t see you acting on it either.”

“Are you saying you want me to?” He asks with that head tilt that always infuriates you. He’s joking, teasing you, trying to get a rise out of you. There’s no way he’s serious, but you find you have the urge to test how far he’ll take this.

“What would you say if I was?”

“Well,” he inches closer to you. “I’d remind you that you have a boyfriend.”

What? Oh. Johnny, right.

“Not my boyfriend. We’ve been on one date,” you tell him. “ And I doubt he’ll want to see me again after this.”

“Good to know,” he says with a smirk. “But I’m not really the rebound type.”

You roll your eyes and even though he can’t see it, his laugh tells you he got the vibe you were putting off. “Don’t bullshit me, Murdock. You’re the biggest slut here.”

“Slut?” he questions with a laugh. “Is that what you think of me?”

“It’s what I’ve heard. I’m just wondering if it’s true.”

The energy between you two has shifted from teasing to something more serious. He is so close to you, and you’re certain any passerby could tell what was happening just by seeing you two. Your eyes trace his plush lips and your fingers ich to reach out and touch him.

“You’re not worried about being with a slut?” he teases.

“Doesn’t bother me,” you say.

The slight smile on Matt’s lips falls as he leans in to kiss you. His fingertips brush against your cheek, holding your hair back to give him room to press his lips against yours. You allow yourself to get lost in the soft feeling of his lips on yours and the thoughts of Bucky, Steve, and Johnny completely melt away.

The hand that’s not cupping your jaw travels over your thigh, teasing but respectful. It’s clear he’s waiting for you to escalate things, not wanting to take advantage of you in your vulnerable moment. Right now, you want nothing more than for Matt to make you forget about everything else.

“Matt,” you gasp when the kiss breaks to allow both of you a breath. 

“Talk to me, sweetheart. What do you want?”

You sigh against his lips, debating on weather to take the leap with him or do the responsible thing and go home. In the back of your mind, you wonder if showing up with Johnny tonight had anything to do with Matt making a move on you. You have to remember to get Wade a fruit basket or something.

“Take me upstairs,” you say, your voice barely more than a whisper but Matt hears you loud and clear.

He grabs your hand and this time he is the one leading you to his room. He pushes through the crowd of people in the living room and you don’t even notice Bucky, Steve, and Sam watching your ascent up the stairs. You giggle as you stumble up the stairs, holding onto the railing to prevent both of you from tumbling down.

When you reach his room, he kicks the door shut behind you and quickly has your back pressed against it where he resumes kissing you, though this time with more fervor. His hands grip tightly on your hips, keeping you upright as your knees threaten to give out. On the other side of this door is a complicated, messy hell of frat boys and drama, but this room is a sanctuary of Matt Murdock. 

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[quintessenceofdust88]

Here's some fluff with pregnant uncle Buck and the biggest baby Buckley-Kinard cheerleader, a.k.a Jee-Yun Buckley-Han:

“Uncle Buck?” Jee's soft voice cuts through the quiet of the evening, and Buck smiles down at her.

The two of them are lying on his and Tommy’s bed, already in their PJ’s - well, Jee’s in her unicorn themed PJ’s anyway. Buck’s wearing a pair of Tommy’s sweatpants and also one of his husband’s T-shirts which are slightly bigger than his and fit more comfortably over the sixteen-week bump that’s his constant companion. Jee-Yun has her tiny hands pressed against said bump, looking in awe at the swollen curve of Buck’s stomach.

Ever since finding out her uncle’s pregnant, Jee-Yun has been his biggest supporter. The first thing she does whenever she sees Buck these days is rush into his direction for a hug, placing her hands on his growing bump, happily saying “Hi, babies! Remember me? It’s your big cousin Jee-Yun!”. Buck’s heart fills with joy every time that happens, and he’s ridiculously happy that his niece is so excited about the prospect of being a big cousin. 

“Yeah, Jee-bug?” Buck answers softly, running a hand on her soft hair, thinking he should probably get her settled for bed soon. Actually, he knows for a fact it’s a little past her bedtime, but what’s an uncle for if not bending the rules a little bit? 

Especially considering that sleepovers are a rare treat for Jee. Tonight, Maddie had a shift and little Kevin has the flu, so Buck immediately offered to take her for the night so Chimney could focus on their youngest. His brother-in-law had tried to protest at first, but Buck insisted, claiming Jee’d keep him company since Tommy’s on a shift. 

They’ve had the sweetest time, baking a cake and watching a movie. The whole time, Jee-Yun has been babbling about things she learned at kindergarten (and Buck can’t believe she’s going to elementary school next year; when has time gotten away from him like that?), but Buck thinks she might be about to return to her favorite subject of the moment: her little cousins. 

And sure enough…

“Do the babies like chocolate ice-cream? Mama says Kevin wanted lots of chocolate ice-cream when he was in her tummy!” She asks, and Buck chuckles; she’s been doing that a lot, comparing Maddie’s pregnancy to his, trying to figure out the rhyme or reason of babies growing inside someone. 

“Not chocolate ice-cream, but you know what they made me want the other day?” Buck asks conspirationally, leaning closer to her, and Jee-Yun’s eyes widen in curiosity. 

“What?!’

“Oreos dipped in orange juice” He says, and her instant reaction is a delighted giggle followed by a grimace.

“Oreos with orange juice?! Gross, uncle Buck!” Jee decides, and Buck boops her nose playfully. 

“I know it sounds super gross, but you know what? I kinda liked it; or, the babies liked it anyway” He answers with a chuckle, remembering the horrified face Tommy pulled at him when he caught Buck dumping the Oreos in his glass of orange juice, and how he wisely decided not to comment on it. 

“Can I try it? Maybe I’ll like it too!” Jee says eagerly, and Buck has no doubt she’s about to bolt from the bed to try it. But he has no desire to be thoroughly chewed out by Maddie in the morning.

“Maybe tomorrow, okay, munchkin? It’s bed time for little girls now” He tells her, and Jee pouts, but only a little. She’s smart enough to realize it’d be pushing her luck to try and delay her bedtime even more.

“Is it bed time for the babies too?” She asks innocently, and Buck laughs in delight. 

Come to think of it, he could go to sleep already. He’s thankfully past the point of his pregnancy where he felt sleepy all the god damn time, but still. It’s no piece of cake, growing two babies, and Buck is enjoying all the rest he can get.

“Yeah, I guess the babies could go to sleep too” He told her, and Jee smiled.

“Then can I sleep here with you? I promised uncle Tommy I'd take care of you and the babies!” She pleaded, and Buck isn't able to say no, not when she looks at him with those expectant eyes. God, he hopes he grows a spine by the time the twins are her age, or they'll get away with murder if it depends on him.

“Oh, well, if you promised uncle Tommy…” He teases her, already lifting up the covers so she can get under them, and she does so with a happy squeal that just about melts Buck’s heart. 

Jee settles herself on Tommy’s side of the bed, a content sigh leaving her lips as she snuggles against him, and Buck puts his arm around her, pulling his niece closer to him and opening up the story book he’d left on the nightstand earlier. 

“Tell me a story, uncle Buck?” She asks sleepily, and Buck places a small kiss on her forehead before starting to read ‘The Ugly Duckling’ (a story that always spoke to him as a kid who wished to belong, and he’s so glad that for his niece it’s really just a story).

His voice is the only sound in the house, and Buck can feel as Jee’s head gets heavier against his shoulder, indicating she’s more asleep than awake by this point. He’s about two pages away from finishing it when he feels it; a tiny kick from inside, pressing lightly but surely against his stomach. Before he knows it, Buck’s sitting up in bed, cradling his bump. 

“Uncle Buck?! Something happened to the babies?!” Jee asks, more excited than worried when she sees the wide smile on her uncle’s face. 

“Y-yeah, Jee” Buck answers, still in awe, still delighted, as he feels another kick a little more to the right than the first one; probably the other baby, he realizes. “C’mon, put your hand in here”

Jee doesn’t need to be told twice; her tiny hand rests beside his in his belly, and she stares at it intently, holding her breath. She’s rewarded by her patience in less than two minutes, when Buck feels another flutter of movement (and, wow. It’s weird, to feel them moving inside him like that. The best kind of weird, but weird nonetheless). Jee clearly feels it too, because she lets out a delighted gasp. 

“The babies! They’re moving, uncle Buck!” She tells him, as if he wasn’t aware, and Buck chuckles. “I think they like your story”

“Nah, munchkin” He says, his heart feeling impossibly full as his two tiny blobs (he wanted to murder Tommy the first time he referred to them like this after the ultrasound, but the nickname has grown on him) kick and move around, giving clear signs of life inside him. He hugs Jee tight, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “I think they want to say good night to their big cousin”

“Oh!” She answers, as if that indeed explains everything, and squirms away from his arms so she can scoot down on the bed and press a tiny kiss against his T-shirt. “Good night, babies. I love you so much. I can’t wait to meet you!”

“Me neither, Jee-bug” Buck whispers to her as if it’s a big secret. “Me neither”

[Now on AO3!]

(@parrishjeanna tagging as requested! I hope you enjoy! <3 <3 <3)

And if anyone else would like to get tagged in other works for this verse (which I'll temporarily name 'Little Blobs verse'), please let me know! It's meant to be a very fluffy verse, at least at first hehe <3

[ramblinscramblin]

Hi :)

I saw your ask box was open.

Can I suggest the merc falling asleep on their crushes shoulder during movie night? And when they wake up, they are alone with their crush who strikes their hair or cheek or something like that?

→Falling asleep on their crushes shoulder!

Genre: fluff, GN reader

Characters: Sniper, Engineer, Solider

This asker specified in a separate ask that it would be okay if I only did these three, unfortunately I think for now I’ll stick to just these three because I actually ended up getting a bunch of asks and didn’t want to overwhelm myself too quickly. Very grateful for all the submissions btw! Anyhow enjoy!

Sniper

He would have to be seriously sleep deprived to let this happen.

Sniper his hyper aware of his surroundings at all times, him “accidentally” brushing against something or someone is rarely ever just that.

He’d be hyper aware whenever sitting next to you, always ensuring there was enough space as to not accidentally touch. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or seem unprofessional, he already felt bad enough for having feelings for you.

To avoid leaning on you he just hung his head forward, falling asleep in the most uncomfortable position you have ever seen. But long nights of tossing and turning in his van had finally caught up and he was out like a light.

(Maybe it happens on accident, or maybe by your intervention he ends up leaning his head against your side. Oh no, what a terrible fate!)

He looks so calm and peaceful, so even long after the movie ended you decide to just keep quiet and let him sleep.

Eventually however he begins to stir, and wake with a soft sigh.

Freezes the second he realizes he’s against your side and under your arm. Like total deer in headlights, goes rigid.

He looks up at you to start spouting apologies and get off you, but instead with your free hand you just tenderly move a strand of hair out of his face with a smile.

His heart is beating out of his chest in an instant, and he quickly looks away to hide his burning face. Will not say anything from that point forward, and you choose to do the same, keeping the quiet ambience intact.

He might turn tail and run off or he might just stay, it honestly depends on the nature of your relationship up until this point. How close he views the two of you already.

If he lets a good thing be and just stays, he won’t talk about it or acknowledge it ever again. And if any of the mercs bring it up (which let’s face it, they will) he will deny it to the ends of the earth.

Thinks about it constantly, like constantly. He won’t be able to face you with a straight face for the next few days.

Engineer

Engie definitely ended up next to you on purpose, his passes at romance are typically pretty low-key, just sitting next to you is enough!

During movie nights he almost always pretends it’s just the two of you, making jokes about the movie while being shushed by the other mercs.

Tonight though it was a calming feel good movie, he couldn’t really think of anything to make you laugh so he ended up just sort of dozing off.

Him resting his head against your shoulder though is a happy accident, he didn’t mean it, but neither of you are mad about it.

I imagine that Engie is a super deep sleeper, once he’s out he’s out. So realistically you know you could probably sneak out from under him without waking him, but you’re not about to do that.

The first thing he goes to do when he wakes up is apologize for drooling.

But before he gets the chance you tenderly take your thumb as graze it over his cheek, smiling softly.

He freezes at first, heart caught in his throat.

But he gets his footing quickly, and starts “sorry for drooling on you darlin’” he said trying to break the ice a little bit.

“It’s okay,” you say taking a deep breath turning your attention back to your book “I don’t mind.”

He stays, getting nice and cozy beside you. It will likely become pretty standard practice between the two of you, he’ll shoo away any of the other mercs who might make fun.

This is the catalyst for him confessing to you for sure.

Solider

Solider is attentive at all times, if he falls asleep on your shoulder it is 100% on purpose.

Restless during movie nights, constantly (and loudly) interrupting the movie to ask questions or point out impossibilities. Doesn’t get suspension of disbelief.

Does enjoy cozying up to you though, the other mercs caught wind that he is calmer and quieter if sat next to you, so it became pretty ritual.

“This movie doesn’t make any sense! I’m going to sleep!” He loudly proclaimed to the group, earning a few annoyed groans and grunts from the other mercs. Promptly resting his head on your shoulder, praying you don’t shoo him away, or become uncomfortable.

Kind of dips in and out of sleep, kind of has trouble getting completely comfortable, and eventually wakes back up to find the two of you alone. Definitely sort of sheepish once it’s just the two of you, may pretend to be asleep.

Instead of insisting he get up you just sort of scratch gently at his scalp, comforting him as you guys enjoy a domestic moment together alone.

Might confess his feelings on the spot, might not really depends on his mood.

Doesn’t get up for a long time, an action that’s probably wholly your idea cause your arm is falling asleep.

Won’t be shy about it, but likely won’t bring it up again afterwards, definitely doesn’t enjoy any of the jokes anyone might make.

Is not opposed in the slightest to doing that again, pretends to be chill about it tho.

Eek! My first ask, I’m so grateful this was fun to write! My favoritism for Sniper really shows ^^’ whoopsssss

[heavenlyvision]

Pairing: Bi-Han x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+ only, cockwarming, no use of pronouns, no use of y/n

Wc: >1k

I’m about to sleep but my sleepy brain thought about Bi-Han so here you go <33

MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

You’ve been sitting on Bi-Han’s lap for what feels like forever, in reality it’s probably been something like half an hour but that’s still an obscene amount of time to be sat on his lap with his cock filling you completely to the brim without any relief.

You squirm and wriggle against him and every time you do he growls at you and slaps your thigh, admonishing you for not being able to follow simple rules. You had been needy and came to him, asking for him. He had told you he was busy and had things to attend to but he would allow you to sit on his cock if you behaved.

His actual words being, “Sit on my cock nicely and without moving and I’ll give you what you want.”

Now, you’re so wet, your slick leaks down the sides of his cock, pooling in his lap. He shows no outward signs of being affected but his cock twitches every now and again. Your cunt grips him tight, warm and gooey and it’s taking all of his will power to finish up what he’s doing. He really would prefer to fuck you stupid.

Which is why he’s annoyed when you grind down into him, “Hold fuckin still, it’s one rule.”

“Mm sorry,” you manage.

He only grumbles at you, not caring for apologies, only wanting you to behave and do as you’re told.

He’s especially annoyed because if you don’t listen to him then he’s going to have to punish you, which means not only do you not get fucked but it also means he doesn’t get to fuck you and he really wants to fuck you.

Your cunt pulses around him, thighs twitching with the effort of holding yourself up. Gods, you need him so bad, maybe if you focused, you could cum on his cock like this, without even doing anything. Only cumming to your thoughts and the feel of his cock stuffing you full.

Though he’s trying to focus, you can tell he’s distracted, he’s been reading the same thing for 10 minutes and you think maybe you could get away with lifting yourself up and fucking back down onto him. You know what will happen if you don’t listen though, it’s a high risk, high reward scenario.

You’re so fucked and wet and desperate that you throw caution to the wind. The drag of his cock as you pull upwards is heavenly and you feel bliss for a few moments. As soon as you begin lifting yourself up, Bi-Han grabs your hips, growling at you as he slams you back down onto him.

He doesn’t say anything, he just uses his grip on your hips to fuck you up and down his dick like a sex toy, the feeling taking you higher. His fat cock hitting every inch of you so perfectly, you could cry, already so close to the edge after being stuffed with him for half an hour. He continues fucking you down onto his length for a few moments before he slams you down, completely flush to him all at once. All movement ceased.

You go to whine at him but he cuts you off.

“Are you incapable of listening? Now I can’t even fuck you how I was planning to.” His cock jerks inside you, “That’s the most you’ll be getting tonight, now just sit there and look pretty.”

You fucked up and now your punishment is to sit on his big dick while he does nothing to you, he’s just going to let your cunt drool on him and give you no relief. Maybe if you had behaved, you wouldn’t be in this mess.

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